Post by Leon Strife on Mar 10, 2018 4:45:22 GMT -5
DAMNIT! That was the first thought that went through his mind as the thousands of needles pricked at his skin. The chill that he had introduced his body to the cold. Not the best of actions to consider, but it was the best in terms of his own situation in dealing with the matter at hand. The man had no abilities to speak of at this time. Unfortunate for Leon of all times to really need to utilize a few of those special tricks from the world beyond their own. Both legs and arm were being covered by the unknown substance as the Bount winced all the more when the combined form met with the chilling air of Irina's Fullbring. Sad enough to say that it didn't help as much as he thought it would. Based on it's reactions to the cold air, all it did was reduce it's momentum; at best. It wouldn't cease it from advancing up from his body. Damn it. Once more the man thought to himself, damning whatever being responsible for this. From what the Irina had to say, seemed that the two of them would be screwed over by the ash made silhouette.
Before he could adjust him accordingly, the girl vanished with that of his breath. Something rammed him with an intense blow that swept away the air in his lungs. Seemingly enough, the moments that followed immediately after, some manner of wave came at them. It toppled over itself just before Irina created her own slipstream, knocking Leon out of the collision of the gray matter. The two of them were sent toppling down to the floor with the Bount wondering what the Hell was transpiring. One moment passed after the other with blinding speed that he didn't have time to collect, or more or less process what was occurring. This wasn't the physical realm in which he felt accustomed to, but that in which his parents, his origin race belonged to.
Ughu....Ughu............. Leon coughed. His windpipes were finally able to take in the air around him once more. Irina's tackle surprised him, though, if he wasn't aware to the fact that there is a spiritual world, then he wouldn't have believed what his eyes had witnessed. Surely enough, he managed to keep himself sane; whatever made sanity these days in Karakura. The dark silhouette figure itself faded away, eroding bit by bit as slumps of the gray matter that made it up seeped back into the floor. Now, this made Leon a bit curious. Why didn't it finish them off when it had the chance. Clearly it had the advantage. Leon wasn't that stupid to realize that something wasn't right. A theory of course, but the idea of what occurred nagged him. It was pissing him off.
"The Hell....*inhales-exhales*... was all that...about..? he questioned openly. The Bount took to his feet, adjusting himself as he eyed the woman to his side with gratitude, "Thanks. I'm Leon." he put forth, finishing the introduction that he desired to do from their first meeting. It was during this time that the two would share their own little moment of conversation, removing any idle talk that needed to be said before anything else decided to go wrong. Surely enough, much to his dismay, there were other hands among them. Sounds of falling materials filled the lobby, collapsing from where they should have been. Or rather, what should have been there to keep them so. "Oh great." he sighed. Something else was in the lobby with them. The spector again? No. Why would it do so when it had the upper hand moments before? Was it playing with them? Or was it something entirely different. He didn't like, nor had a desire to meet with it.
"Come on, I'm heading back to the garage. I can't do anything with what I have on me now." he said prancing into a full sprint. A pack of chewing gum and a pen. Yeah, things were really looking up. On an average confrontation, the pen would be enough. Easily manipulated to be turned into a deadly weapon; the Gusher. Police and other Law Enforcement agencies would know of what dangers the Gusher inflicted to those who were unfortunate. Removing the ink capsule inside and cutting both ends at an angle, the hollowed center acted as a small tube. This enabled the pen to be used as a stabbing weapon, while at the same time acted as a funnel for the blood to come spilling out by the liters. Hence, the Gusher. But, not in this case. Something as small and required some real confrontation wouldn't suite well against bigger than himself. Nope, he required something a bit more forgiving. Through the halls and down the corridors, the work shop that he had left earlier would have all that he needed to really pick a fight.
A crowbar, several canisters of pressurized air and spray paint, a lighter or two, and some batteries, this was pretty much a free shopping center for weapons. Plus, he crafted simple items such as flamethrowers, and explosives before. Spray cans with a lighter attached wouldn't be as swell as a fully crafted flamethrower, but just as good. The only issue was the capacity of items in which he could carry. Like really, he was still pretty much human. The fact of having so many items on him meant that they will slow him down. That was something he couldn't afford. Thus, all he could carry with him was two spray cans, a single lighter, a crowbar, and his tool belt with his screwdrivers and clamps. A flashlight would come to help in this case, but he pretty gathered what he could carry with him. Nothing special, but all the same helped. From there, he would go for the service elevator.
Supplies had to be brought from other floors above down to the garage and docking areas. If things were as bad as they were here, then better to see if there were more people around. Especially with what Irina did before with her phone. The response that she would receive earlier, from Marcus, seemed that there would be more of them around. Hopefully not as bad as they were at the very least. All Leon knew was the fact that they had to keep moving, and the service elevator would be the best bet. Hell, he didn't want to stay near whatever was in the lobby area, including if that silhouette was going to pop out again. The Bount wanted to keep moving. Have plenty of options at hand. The experience of those Blood days were beginning to resurface. Survival. He would go about using the crowbar to punch into the tight crevess that was the elevator door. Despite it not being functional, the emergency panel on the ceiling should still be accessible to open, and climb up the ladders attached to the wall of the shaft. If not, then there was still climbing. He had no issues with that either. Nonetheless, it would be better to find the others. And if Irina was still with him at this point, a suggestion came to mind, "Hey Irina, is there anyone else that might be close to us in this particular area of the building? Can you check your phone?"