Acid Hearts {Mission RP}

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The day had just begun, sun started shining into thee city, Quin stood upon a building that overlooked half of the city. "No sign of the target." he said into the mic of his headset. His partner was a siren, so she couldn't speak, he made a slight modification so that she could click a button as confirmation that she heard him. They received intelligence that Armondo may be in the city of Perstail, a thriving city that also has a bit of a problem with two rival mobs fighting over territory.

Early in the night Quin arrived at the city with Vymera. Taking to a building that was a good view to give support, this was Quindaro's specialty, this time around he was armed with a CheyTac Intervention, loaded with .407 AP ammunition. In his side holster he kept a .45 1911 with a few mags alongside the holster. He stood looking over the city with his binocular goggles scanning the streets.

Quindaro watched the patterns of the waiters and waitresses trying to see if they had a strict path or a loose path. "If I go out there. Even with my stealth camouflage, I'll be noticed immediately cause I still cast a shadow..." he thought as he saw the lights that covered the walkway.

He then heard her code code call him. Spotted, four rows over. Taking a gander about the room, he noticed a power breaker across the ceiling of the room. .45 Acp can go through scrap like that... he thought, raising his pistol up he looked over to Vymera and winked at her, before dropping his goggles onto his eyes. He fired 4 closely grouped shots into the breaker, all the lights in the room went out.

He had 30 seconds now to eliminate the target before the backup power would activate, and the building would go into lockdown. His nightvision on the goggles then activated as he made a dash for the fouth booth. Reloading as he ran, the shock of the attendees and performers allowed his footfalls to be nearly unheard as he ran up to Armondo's booth. As soon as he Identified the man, he took a deep breath in and fired 7 shots, grouping them near his head and chest, not bothering to confirm if alive or dead he fired one last time before realizing his gun was empty. with five seconds left he reloaded his gun and holstered it, just as the red backup lights came on, he hugged the walls for what little length of shadow he could find.

"Now to see if the job is done or if I just screwed us..." he thought, knowing that he couldn't just leave his teammate here also.

The bar seemed to have gone silent the moment she saw Quin pulled his pistol towards the ceiling. In that same second, a shot was fired, followed by an explosion above. Vymera ducked her head.

Then the world turned black.

People screamed all around her. Streams of light started to flash around as the bodyguards ooened their torches. Vymera made a run herself, but towards the stage. She tripped over someone's leg and shouldered into another, but the small amounts of light allowed her to get onto the empty platform. Everyone was running for the emergency exit. Nearly everyone. The bodyguards that were around started pulling back the curtains, just 2 seconds before the red lights were on.

Vymera looked at the now quiet 2nd floor of the bar. Bottles had fallen and spilled onto the carpet, while tables had been flipped as the civilians behind the booths had either disappeared or were cowering on walls. There were still innocent lives here but it shouldn't matter.

Liana wanted them to leave their mark, does she not?

And now for Armondo. His head and chest were full of bullet wounds. It seemed like a success at first, but he started to spasm. Black ooze seeped from the holes and burned his own suit. His entire skin...melted, and he was nothing more than a pile of acid sludge. It touched and burned away the table. Vymera jumped when that thing bellowed and gargled, eating the last of the furniture before rising back up.

It was still alive. But in pain. The alien took shape into some half humanoid being Vymera never seen before. He was tall, almost up to the roof, and faceless...save for a mouth full of dripping fangs.

With one low breath, Armondo flicked his arm towards where he last saw Quin, hurling a wave full of acid in his direction.

"Boss!" The remaining four bodyguards.

Armondo spoke. But the language was foreign. It had a lot of slurs and filled with hollow grunts and snarls. When he finished, the bodyguards pulled their pistols and began executing the civilians.

Vymera ran and hid within the backstage, behind the curtains. Three bullets whizzed by her and she placed her back on the walls, gasping. She clicked the device rapidly and countless of times. She needed to sing...

Quindaro waited for a few seconds, the flashlights had been going around as the power was still majorly offline. He then heard something that he didn't want to believe. Looking past the booth wall, he saw the form of the alien that used to be Armondo their target, and now the alien that needed to be killed at any cost.

He then heard a frantic beeping in his headphones, "Ah shit, I think I know what's gonna happen..." he grumbled suddenly hearing the sounds of Civilians being executed left and right. It was now a slaughter that he'd caused. "What was it I said? Ah yes..." he smiled, he dug into his coat and grabbed a smoke grenade as a sort of sign to Vymera that he was clear.

He pulled the pin but held the primer until he knew he was out of the room. "Gotta take some risks in your life..." he said making a dash for it. Little did he see the wave of acid that had been chucked his way.

The acid hit him dead on, splattering his clothing and parts of his skin, almost searing it on contact. Yelling out in agony, he burst through the emergency exit just after chucking the grenade with all of his might towards the alien exploding with a cloud of silvery grey smoke.

The Acid felt like it was just eating away at his skin tissue progressively, taking his jacket off he threw it away before taking a dive head long down the stairs, rolling as he reached the landing, hoping the closed door would be enough to block the sound as he plugged his ears.

Her heart drummed heavily against her chest as she continued to press the button. Her breathing was rapid and raspy, almost an audible gasp with every breath. A chip suddenly appeared on the support beam close to her head, followed by a zing as the bullet ricocheted off.

"Go!" One of the guards yelled.

Vymera was still missing her swords, but she had the fruit knife. She pressed herself harder against the wall, trying to conceal much of herself as she readied the knife, close to her chest, looking out for any movement.

Quin dashed across her sights, screaming and with large fumes coming out of him. Her eyes widened at the sight, just as he disappeared and crashed through the energency exit. Her heart climbed up to her throat. The assassination was a failure. Innocent lives were killed, and now Quin could be dead or dying.

At least she could now sing, right? That was all that mattered. To sing. To survive.

To kill.

A man jumped out from the bend and Vymera sent the knife straight into his neck. The bodyguard gargled for a second before Vymera threw him off to the side. With complete calm, she then walked down onto the front of the stage, taking in deep breaths. They were the audience, and she was the performer. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Just as she heard guns cocked towards her, Vymera raised her hands in the air slightly, and dropped the bloodied fruit knife. Elegant and with grace, she adjusted her arms and her fingers began to tap in the air, sending ripples of light across space. She played a small, gentle melody, slightly fast for her opening. Repeat the melody, but with the other hand to play in the air to support it. Just as she neared the end, she flashed open her eyes, serious and deadly...but with a small smirk on her.

Lets play...

She reached her chorus and the tempo increases slightly. Pretended there was a microphone in front of her, she sung with a powerful voice in her own language. The verses and sound going well and flowing smoothly as she swayed a little, draw her arms slowly and moving them to the beat, as if she was a conductor of many instruments.

The bodyguards began to fire, but the snaps and clicks were no match, and the bullets missing her completely. Vymera continued her song, and soon the shooting stopped, although they haven't exhaust their magazines yet.

Vymera then took a deep breath and, swinging her arms out, reached the Crescendo for the chorus as she vocalised a large hanging note. Her ears caught the shredding and snapping of the bodyguards, with one attempting to scream but only a wheeze came out.

Vymera opened her eyes halfway, going to the next softer verse, which was just mostly her singing with one finger tapping for the beat. The bodyguards were all dead, left as a huge stretching star of red all over the floor.

Armondo shook his head, throwing himself left and right before trying to spew acid towards her. Vymera knew she needed to force Armondo towards the windows. Her song would take too long to complete and the law enforcers would be here. She just prayed that Quin was alive and well, as she tried to guide Armondo with her arms...

Quindaro kept to the floor, minutes had passed until he realized something. Something warm. He looked down and saw a puddle of his own blood had formed on the floor. He hurriedly looked to his stomach and saw on his right side a bullet had grazed him just enough to make him bleed.

He retrieved his headphones from the floor and put them back on. "What had happened in the last three minutes?" he wondered, as he reached into his back pouch and began to patch himself up.

The Acid had worn off, it didn't actually do much damage to his body, it burned parts of his arms and a part of his neck pretty well, but not nearly enough to kill him, or disintegrate any part of his body.

He let his shirt drop back down as he finished cleaning himself up, he was lucky to not have broken any bones especially for how hard he took the fall down the stairs. he sat there on the second landing, just before the first where the vaporized guard was. ''Good thing nobody has come up yet to check all of the commotion... yet" he said, his throat was dry as he looked up at the light in the ceiling, he needed to keep from falling unconscious or asleep until his partner finished the job.

Armondo continued to thrash around his spot like he was glued there, acid spewing everywhere as he tried to fight against the music. Its body started convulsing and shaking, the acid within its body trying to escape as Vymera tried to rip him apart. Some drops landed on the stage, inches from her foot, and she took a cautious step back. The alien reared and regurgitated more of the black ooze, sending it in the air and towards her.

Her next verse, Vymera used both hands and drew her fingers over the air like water, and the acid splashed over an invisible shield. Something tapped on her shoulder, poking through her, stabbing her. Then it was burning. She tensed her arm, her voice fluctuating a bit. The acid. It hurts. Like someone putting a hot iron on it. She wanted to hiss, to bite her lips. Scream even. But she pushed those thoughts, along with her pain back, as tears formed in her eyes. The song must continue. She manifested multiple orbs, appearing everywhere around her every second and sending them, just as they appear, towards her adversary. The alien took one of the blasts directly and it doubled over. A hole appeared in its stomach and more of acid leaked out, eating away the carpet and the corpse of a civilian unfortunate enough to be too close. As if unaffected, Armondo began to dodge the orbs. Almost moving to the tempo and beat to Vymera’s verse, it swayed and jumped, from one end of the room to another, and then back. It surprised her.

He was growing immune.

Suddenly he jumped onto the stage. Vymera lifted her hands up slowly in front of her, drawing a much larger shield as her song increased in strength, a bridge to her chorus as she took a deep breath and sung with all her might. Nothing seemed to happen as she closed her eyes, saved for the impact of the alien against an unseen shield as it toppled over the stage and onto the floor. The screaming and gargling was heard again, but dying into calmness as she inflicted that emotion into him through the slow and gentle portion of the chorus.

And then a sudden leap to the climax and she vocalised right up to the heavens, almost standing on her toes. Holding that note, and then finishing that last line, she threw her arms down and lowered her head. The room rocked, with an applause of an ear-piercing screech, then a sickening groan as liquid pattered everywhere around the bar. Then it softened into gentle sizzling, like a grill was cooking something nearby.

Finally, silence.

Vymera slowly opened her eyes. Armondo was gone. And in his place, what looked like a huge black stain across the carpet and over the bar bench and hanging glasses. The smell of wood filled the entire floor, and the emergency lights flickered a little. Vymera bowed formally before her ‘audience’ and jumped down the stage. As the glasses began to fall and remaining tables tipped from being off-balance, she headed back to the restroom for her swords.

Quindaro struggled to his feet. "Damn that acid hurt like hell..." he breaths out in frustration, rubbing his shoulders and neck, feeling the first layer of skin had burnt off. Walking up the stairs, taking his headphones he couldn't hear anything else behind the door. His pistol was over beside where his jacket used to be, but the acid burned the canvas of the jacket away.

"Seems like that's where the main blast of acid hit..." he mumbled as he walked over and picked up the pockets that were left behind along with his pistol. Shoving the pockets into his inner vest pocket. "Let's see what the damage is..."

He moved over to the door, his hand on the handle, he cracked the door open to see the acid had been spread throughout the room. He couldn't see Vymera anywhere inside the room. "Aw shit... Where is she??" he asked walking into the room. Upon entering he started searching for any sign of her, frantically trying to find evidence of a body as he heard sirens of emergency first respondents have shown up outside the bar.

Vymera jumped up the stall, collected her swords and jumped out. It felt weird to go into one with a dead woman she realised, but such collateral was necessary. Liana would be okay with this, right? She would always be alright with what Vymera did, even if she slaughtered the entire bar. She couldn't imagine anyone surviving her voice in the lower floors, unless their joke of a music was played loudly.

She walked out of the stall and saw someone outside the restroom. Drawing the swords halfway, she stopped when she stared into Quin. Quin. He was alive? But a bit tattered and missing his coat.

Her shoulder flared and Vymera cupped her mouth, trying not to even hiss as she gritted her teeth over whers the acid had burned her. It was tender to her touch, almost collapsing on the touch. She feared having to get change if it would awaken the pain.

Then the blaring sirens went off outside, and Vymera knew it was the enforcers. Her song really did take forever to kill Armondo. Next time she better avoid assassinations unless she could play the minor part.

Vymera was relieved at the sight of Quin, as it meant she was not alone here. She clicked on her device three times, looking slightly down at his acid burns.

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Quindaro looked at Vymera, a look of relief with relief. "Thank the lord you're okay..." he said with a smile, he was eternally grateful that he wouldn't have to bury his comrade in a grave on his first mission with Draconia.

"We should get out of here, I don't think the back door would be any good..." he said running over to the window, only to find the police had evacuated the first floor entirely and a spec ops team was getting ready to breach the inside. "Yeah... we need to leave now..." he said walking away from the windows before a searchlight could see him.

He moved over to another window where it was facing away from the authorities, Tearing the curtain away he looked out the window. There was a dumpster that could break their fall. "Lets get out of here... We're going to be facing some serious charges if we get caught here..." he said knowing it was only a good 40 feet drop, "My knees are going to be shot by the time I'm forty..." he thought as he climbed out of the window, hanging only for a few seconds before letting go.

He fell only for a few seconds before landing into the trash, the sound of bottle breaking and cans scattering, "Oh.... geez..." he whisper yelled in exasperation looking up at her.

She could say the same she was relieved, but of course she knew better not to speak. The target was dead. It wasn't exactly as they had planned but at least they got the job done. Now that they had triggered some alarms, it would be a pain to get out of here.

Vymera would have no problem with that. She could jump out the window and escape on flight, but Quin couldn't do the same. Vymera had never really done this sort of thing before, to leave before anyone could find her. Naturally she would just sing and kill them as she make her way out. Again, she couldn't even do that, not with Quin beside her. She did her job in killing. Now it was up to Quin to formulate an escape.

She watched and listened to him, how he pulled the curtains away and looked down on the streets. Footsteps could be heard one floor below, cutting off any stairs they could take. It made her heart race, her breathing much more rapid as she snuck quick glances at the main stairs. Quin stepped away from the window just as a searchlight loomed by. He then turned to an opposite window, tore down those curtains and leapt down. Vymera stole another look to the stairs before running to the window. A loud thud came just as she came, and there he was, lying over white and black bags of rubbish.

She gritted her teeth, mostly in disgust as her legs hopped onto the window and she steadied herself. It was filthy, with half-eaten pies and thrown-out takeaway noodles piling on his clothes. He disturbed the garbage as well, the smell creeping up the wall and choking her.

No. She decided to fly to the roof of the building in front of her. Leaning forward, she spread her wings and… dropped onto the garbage bags next to Quin, landing in her face. Something cold and wet stuck to her cheek and she immediately threw herself off the bins, and on the ground, wiping the filth off her. Rotten pizza, its cheese sticking to her face. After wiping her face frantically, she spread her wings. They were tucked inside the bartender uniform, forming two large bulges on her back like a camel.

The sirens were louder, somewhere behind the building. Above, the enforcers shouted ‘clear’. It wouldn’t be long before one of them decided to peak outside the window and find the two in the alleyway. Actually, the two could pretend to be survivors of the bar ‘massacre’, but only Vymera was in her uniform. Not like she could ever tell Quin anyways. She just remained there, waiting for the leader of this mission to speak.

This was quite the journey for Quin, he'd been on his highs and then then some lows, but always seems to make it out alive. "Fucking shit..." he grumbled as he got to his feet after clambering out of the garbage bin.

"Well that's disgusting..." he said peeling off a piece of moldy something off of his vest. "Well we'd better get going... I'll make us a drink when we get back to headquarters..." He said pulling a cigarette out of his chest pocket and lighting it. "Lets get to the bike and head out."

Quin then started walking the opposite way from the police that had shown up. "Seems like she's capable of holding her own... I'll turn in a good report for this one..." he thought, looking up at the sun. "Perhaps we'd better get lunch, it's almost noon...." he said exiting the alleyway.