Post by sadriel on Mar 26, 2008 22:15:31 GMT -5
ooc: This occurs right as the Shadows attack on the ministry gets into full-swing.
Ironically, it seemed as though a good number of shops in the tunnel were either owned directly by shadows or owned by those affiliated and on friendly terms with shadows. The Changing Hands bookstore was no exception. As such, the initial chaos of shadows being freed from prison seemed to not have touched the building at all. Nor did it seem to see much action at all, even as Fenrir arrived to wreak a bit of havoc on his own. It was nearly vacant, in fact. Apparently, when there was battle to be fought, no one was interested in purchasing books, odd as that may sound.
Yet, just like with Raven’s coffee shop, there was no place Azrael was allied with, so even if they were completely disregarded by all the shadows left, there was no escaping from the Angelus Morti. Not in the Triangle Tunnel at any rate.
With ease, the doors of the book store were thrown open and a half dozen or so undead shambled in, not causing any real damage, other than overturning anything that someone might be hiding under. Behind them was one of Azrael’s greater inferi, guiding the search building to building in order to make certain the tunnel’s inevitable surrender was absolute and without resistance or terms.
“Any who swell within this building may make this process much simpler and more efficient by simply presenting yourselves for surrender right now. Those who surrender without struggle shall face no negative consequences. Those who resist shall parish.” The skeletal figure grated, knocking over a table to find no one hiding beneath it. Feeling that this building was secured enough, he raised his arm, bearing a badly rusted and chipped sword, high into the air, the inferi around him mimicked his action.
“HAIL AZRAEL LORD AND MASTER! THE ANGEL OF DEATH! THE ANGEL THAT GIVES US LIFE!"
Ironically, it seemed as though a good number of shops in the tunnel were either owned directly by shadows or owned by those affiliated and on friendly terms with shadows. The Changing Hands bookstore was no exception. As such, the initial chaos of shadows being freed from prison seemed to not have touched the building at all. Nor did it seem to see much action at all, even as Fenrir arrived to wreak a bit of havoc on his own. It was nearly vacant, in fact. Apparently, when there was battle to be fought, no one was interested in purchasing books, odd as that may sound.
Yet, just like with Raven’s coffee shop, there was no place Azrael was allied with, so even if they were completely disregarded by all the shadows left, there was no escaping from the Angelus Morti. Not in the Triangle Tunnel at any rate.
With ease, the doors of the book store were thrown open and a half dozen or so undead shambled in, not causing any real damage, other than overturning anything that someone might be hiding under. Behind them was one of Azrael’s greater inferi, guiding the search building to building in order to make certain the tunnel’s inevitable surrender was absolute and without resistance or terms.
“Any who swell within this building may make this process much simpler and more efficient by simply presenting yourselves for surrender right now. Those who surrender without struggle shall face no negative consequences. Those who resist shall parish.” The skeletal figure grated, knocking over a table to find no one hiding beneath it. Feeling that this building was secured enough, he raised his arm, bearing a badly rusted and chipped sword, high into the air, the inferi around him mimicked his action.
“HAIL AZRAEL LORD AND MASTER! THE ANGEL OF DEATH! THE ANGEL THAT GIVES US LIFE!"