Sleeping machinery - Part 1 (Open)

His footsteps heavy, his walking slow and evenly paced it is becoming methodical. Even with the full moon out tonight the night sky was beautiful. Using the shadows of ruined building given of by the moon to hide most of his body. It may help him a little against humans that he is wearing a black T-shirt and pair of black Levi jeans. But in reality he doubts that his clothing choices would protect him in anyway against a Vampire or Lycan. Though through the light that there is one could see enough to know he is there and waiting. A bit Irritated at being blackmailed into this meeting he is waiting for. His shoulder's slumped and knee's bent slightly he is standing at his normal but not full height of 5'7. Not sure what to do if his plan fails or if anyone from hellsing has received his message for help at this location. Thinking to himself he wondered if anyone would risk their lives to protect his own. For his sake he is hoping that some are willing to take that chance. The look in his eyes reflect a cold and jaded feeling that hides his true emotions he has inside.

His hands holding onto his custom twin colt revolver's just in case they are needed. Though Jack favors these guns he will only use them as a last resort. As he is still recovering from the last time he and Waffe der Sehnsucht had used them over halve a year ago. The guns had not just broken the bones in his arms but shattered them to pieces. Honestly they both are very lucky that their arms are still usable at all. Fearing the guns to much he decides to put them away and try to think his way out of this mess. Unfortunately for him a single lone but unmistakable howl was echoed in the distanced. Meaning that the guns that had once almost killed him may now be his last chance to live. Unless helped arrived from a hellsing or if he gets lucky and a stranger helps him he most likely is going to die tonight.

There was a tendency, whether in spite or in favor of the nickname "Midnight Man", for Maximillion to go for late night strolls through the city, usually right at the stroke of midnight. One of his many secret access points to various places in the city would take him so far, then he might go down one dark alley or another, only to reappear elsewhere in the city ten minutes later. He had spent decades here, mentally mapping out these streets, and while they were different than the ones he grew up in around Missouri in the United States, if one dedicated enough nightly strolls, over a long enough number of years, they could become VERY familiar with the layout of the city.

Maximillion happened there by chance, not having received missive that one of their operatives might be out there, looking for help or aide. But, perhaps by luck - or misfortune, depending upon how the night played out - he happened upon a unique scent that filled his nostrils, not even a half hour into his stroll. It smelled like metal, sweat and.... The other scent was more faint, but it reminded him of the smell people with prosthetic arms or legs had, a tinny, metallic scent, mixed with different materials he couldn't discern from scent alone. But, somehow, the scent seemed familiar, and wasn't associated (that he could tell) with anything negative or unpleasant, so he decided to follow the scent, albeit cautiously...

(OOC: Maximillion would be about a lock away at this point. Sorry for non of my usual epic formatting, I'm on my phone lol)

Sticking to the shadow's even if they may not help made Jack feel more comfortable about what may happen to him. Not really scared of death it seemed that for once he may get to keep being himself for a change. Blowing his hair around him the cold air was sharp in the darkness of the night. His hair having been grown out a bit was flowing in the air like water in a river. No doubt that his scent was being carried farther then it should be by the wind Jack was worry that more Lycans may show up. Even if it was so he was determined to fight to the bitter end of his last breath.

His grip on the custom guns he had built tightened has another howl was heard from afar yet closer then before. It seemed to himself he would get no luck tonight as his the night draw on. Knowing it had only been a few seconds or minutes at most since the last howl was heard. Yet it felt like hours to him. He knew it wouldn't be long until the beastly lycan came along and torn him to pieces. He thought he wasn't afraid of dying and yet he felt fear anyway. Was there a part of him that feared death? Thinking about it he already knew the answer to his own thought before he even had to ask himself. No he wasn't afraid of dying here tonight what he was afraid of is becoming a beast like one he heard in the distance. Slightly even though he wasn't even aware of it as he normally is Jack began to lose control over Waffe der Sehnsucht's computer system. Meaning he has only a few  second or at best a few minutes to stay himself.

As he found himself nearing the next street Jack heard what sounded like a voice right next to him that scared him a bit. Losing control of Waffe der Sehnsucht's system Jack fell to ground with a bit of a splash as he fell into water puddle. As the howls kept getting closer and closer their body lay helpless as Waffe der Sehnsucht is taken over Jack. Getting up after Jack fell onto the ground Waffe der Sehnsucht was a bit irritated at him for falling into a dirty puddle. Her eyes shining with a mechanical purple glow giving others a tell-tell sign of them being a cyborg. Having a robotic humming that sound similar to a dying street lamp Waffe der Sehnsucht's voice was soft and gentle."This is not acceptable. He always has to have on these stupid looking jeans and dark color clothing. I think I may need hellsing to have someone else go to the store in our place to buy our clothing from now on." Acting with a childish demeanor as she spoke and looking at the clothing Jack had picked out in detail. Not having heard anything before she had been switched online by jack getting surprised. She had unfortunately not heard Maximillion herself speak his question. Though by now it should be clear what they are if not by Waffe der Sehnsucht's eyes then by her voice.

The guy seemed a mess, and Maximillion had no idea how to help. First the guy, the moment he saw him, was staggering about, looking spent and possibly injured, from his gait and the way he'd lean on walls and the like for support. The , even after going against his instincts and getting closer to the seemingly unstable man, Maximillion had asked a question, flitting back out of sight, and waiting for the man to answer.

Instead of answering, the man slumped to the ground, and his eyes took on a strange glow, like some kind of nuke that had just been triggered.

I don't know this person, nor do I owe them anything...and if he's being hunted, judging by the howls in the distance, I think he'll only serve to get the both of us put in harm's way. he thought critically, a safe distance away now, bout half a block away again, his Zoliska held firmly in his left hand. After looking about and extending his senses around himself enough to ensure there weren't any lurkers or creepers within a block of their location, Maximillion shot off the ground, leaping up fifteen feet, and latching onto the lower end of a fire escape ladder hanging from one of the buildings.

Summoning another burst of vampiric strength from within himself, Maximilian propelled himself up words with his right hand, bringing himself upwards 20 more feet before his boots clanked down on the metal surface of the fire escape.

The next bit happened within a span of three seconds.

0.5 seconds... (Elapsed)

Maximillion shot his right hand forward, Zaliska still grasped in his left hand firmly, ready to fire on any foes who might emerge, and grasped a solid bit of steel that fastened the fire escape to the building, and ripped it loose with the loud scream of metal fastenings being swiftly torn from one another.

1 second... (Elapsed)

With another series of jerking motions, using physics to his advantage, he managed to fling free the bits of ironwork that were attached to the steel. He tossed the gun upwards, only a feet I. The air, then his form blurred a series of streaky afterimages as he used his now-free left hand to rip away all the loose debris from the steel rod, then caught his Zaliska with his left hand again, now grasping a makeshift steel rod - 4½ft in length - with a jagged edge in his right hand.

2 seconds... (Elapsed)

Maximillion eased off the now shaky, wobbly lower-quarter of the fire escape ladder, knowing that any sudden movements might cause his 245 pound weight to bring the whole damn thing upon himself. He eased over the edge of the remaining railing, then let his body drop to the ground, before shooting swiftly from said alleyway, and appearing momentarily before Jack, stopping only long enough to show the Hellsing badge on the inner pocket region of his dark purple jacket - then turned and shot away from Jack's location, maneuvering to a manhole cover, jabbing the makeshift 4½ft steel shank at the lid just long enough to flip the lid off, perform a whirling kick that sent it flying off through the air in the general direction of the loudest howls -, the turned to Jack.

3 seconds (elapsed...)

"God helps those who help themselves." He said, nodding his head towards the now-open manhole, before taking a step forward, and letting his form drop through it.

The wind - foul and wretched as it were - came up swiftly to meet him as he descended swiftly downwards, then hit the concrete ground with a CLACK.

He turned his Zaliska about in swift, precise movements, using the specific form of his martial art discipline that, given the positions of the position of other gun users or long range combat users, would geometrically maneuver his body, his gun, and his gunfire in the ways that optimally made his body hard to hit, made foes harder to hit, and made it possible to almost entirely predict the areas of his body that might come under fire (a science fiction buff, and tactical genius, he had used a fictional concept to actually study and analyze the geometry and physics involved in gunplay, to actually create a real-life version of the art. Employing the greater advantage of his vampiric physique, his body would seem to blur in fluid movement, around in a series of stances and pose, until he'd verified that there were no enemies around, then he positioned himself about fifteen feet from where he had initially landed, crouched behind the cover of one of the walls in the r, then waited patiently, Zaliska poised ready to aim and fire, makeshift long steel shank in right hand in the case of a close-range battle, employing all five supernaturally enhanced senses to see if Jack would follow.

He'd give the man 60 seconds.

Still damn generous He thought with a scowl, only doing this in case his hunch was correct and the guy WAS an injured operative of Hellsing.

Meanwhile, he was poised ready to strike, if anyone came around the other passageways to his location, or if someone other than Jack came down the manhole.

It all happen so fast that Waffe der Sehnsucht barely had time to register what had even happen. But there was no mistaken that badge the man had it was the same one given to Jack and Waffe der Sehnsucht. Though she wasn't happy about going into the sewer she felt that the man might be of help as the howling of a lycan was piecing the night air from about block away now. Her arms still hurting a little as she noticed that jack had been holding onto their guns before they had fell down. Picking the guns up from near the puddle she chased the man into the manhole while pulling the mettle cover back over it. Seeing the man standing there ready for a fight if need be she felt like fighting herself. Sadly she would never fight unless her master had told her to do ahead of time. Wondering clueless as to why she had been brought down here though it should be obvious to most. Her voice still soft and caring as the mechanical humming of it wavered in volume as her emotions either got happy/exited(volume high pitched) or depressed/anger(volume low pitched). " So why did you want me down here was it because of puppy I had heard outside?" A smile playing on her/his face as she spoke happily and carefree. Her light purple eyes shining in the almost completely pitch black darkness of the sewer. As a few tiny shreds of moonlight shone momentarily though the holes in the cover to the manhole. Soon the light was gone as a growling and scratching was made loud above Waffe der Sehnsucht's head. Getting exited about it though why she did nobody will probability ever know the answer to. " Puppy!!! Can I let the puppy in here he seen to want in here really bad. Is he being a bad doggy is that why we are running from him? Her mechanical voice dropping a tiny bit as she neared the last sentence. Her eyes looking a tiny bit sad.

OOC: Am I to take it that this thread is dead?

(I was trying to catch you on FB.)

"If you go and let 'puppy in, the last thing you'll see as it descends upon you and begins ripping you apart, is me taking off."

He had already started to move again as he spoke, gesturing to be followed as he navigated through the intricate network of tunnels beneath London. Assuming the Cyborg was behind him, Maximillion began to move deeper and deeper into the tunnels, occasionally halting at a wall, back pressed to concrete, and scanning the perimeter to make sure it was safe. At one point, spying a broken pipe on the ground, he would free his left gun-hand and outfit it with the 4' pipe. It was easily heavy enough to require two humans to lug and tote, but he held it comfortable in his one hand.

"Am I to assume that the feminine voice you're talking in is the Failsafe Protocol in place, one that perhaps takes over when the Host has been compromised?"

He wasn't a cybernetics expert, but being a tech-geek, and a devout lover of technology, he had a loose grasp of how robotics and the like kind of worked.

"If you have any kind of Threat Detection protocols in your programming? Can you see if we are being followed?"