D.I.C.E(Game Thread/PM to Join)

[Ultraman950]

Sophia carefully walks up and double-taps it (shoots it point-blank twice) in both the head and chest (or the closest things she can find) with her bullpup, just to make extra-sure.

"Is it dead yet?"

"Is now," she says as she conjures another clip for her rifle and reloads.

All Danny can see of her in the dark room, besides a silhouette, is her glowing red eyes. She's breathing heavily and smells a bit coppery. She also seems to have a hard time standing still.

"Sorry, got held up. So. What'd I miss?"

 

[Nouw]

"A stunt straight from a John Woo film, that's what you missed. Courtesy of Aaron I had a good laugh, although I don't think he's too happy about it," Danny replied, pointing at his unconscious body.

"Yeah, I think we need a healer or something," he added, loading his handgun.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

The combat knife that Eleizer had obtained from the dead Division 3 solider was useless. In the last ten minutes he had made little head towards making a hole large enough in the for him to crawl through, only succeeding to make ponderous little holes and scrapes in the giants stomach wall. The creature screamed in agony every time the blade struck though, at least he was causing it some discomfort.

Whoosh

The sentient sword he saw in the meeting room pierced the creature's stomach and his side, he let out a yelp of pain synchronised with the giant. The wound started to regenrate immediatly, the runes around his arms were glowing faintly as the muscle and flesh knit themselves back together. Now he had a more adequate tool to make his escape with.

"I am pretty sharp, you know." It said in an offhand manner, "Why don't you give it a shot?"

"Really, I hadn't noticed" He said mockingly as he fussed over his shirt, "You've ruined this shirt, now what am I going to wear?"

He grabbed the sentient blade, and did his best to climb out through hole it had made with one hand. He got to the entrance wound just as the creature doubled over onto his back, he stabbed the blade into it, holding on for dear life. He didn't want to fall into that things stomach again.

He dragged himself upwards on to the giant's torso, it was a foul thing. It had no skin, all of it's tendons and muscles were exposed to there air. He started walking across the creature's squishy red flesh at a fast pace. Dragging the sword point down along with him. Someone had obviously bound it, the creature made no attempt to crush him, or to escape. He arrived at his destination and raised the sword above his head.

"I can be crushed and broken,"He plunged the sword down into the crevice between to two ribs, "Only death can stop me.What am I?"

 

[Terratina.]

The man's hands was coated with the acid soup but found a firm grip on the sentient sword and thus Eligor was pulled out of his side. Eligor watched with interest as the flesh knitted itself together, the rune on the man's arms glowing in tandem with the healing wounds. At least Eligor wouldn't be rotting in the stomach of a dying demonic giant for a couple of thousand years, he grimaced as thought of the potential imprison. Eligor had the unsavoury experience of slowly rusting in binds fixed to the wall some noble family's mansion and even that looked like cakewalk compared to being stuck in the demon's stomach. The man didn't take kindly to the not-so-subtle hint though and began fussing with his shirt.

"Really, I hadn't noticed." He said mockingly, "You've ruined this shirt, now what am I going to wear?"

"The sheer amount of snark there might kill someone." Eligor muttered in retort.

The man then used Eligor as a mounteer's piton. He sighed. It was such a crude use for such a fine blade as him. Eligor was sure that even the discarded combat knife would serve in that purpose. Slowly but surely, they reached the giant's chest, a mess of red muscles and tendons. A raw ravine was there between the ribs, Eligor was plunged into the as the aspiring comedian proved to be also an aspiring puzzler. Eligor couldn't help but think that there must have been some demons in medieval times that held the attitude. He made note of the demon's heart and braced for impact again. The heart was then pieced. It was over.

"That might end it. Get to the heart of the matter, as it were." Eligor muttered. He was quite fond of puns.

 

[Ultraman950]

"Yeah, I think we need a healer or something," he added, loading his handgun.

"I don't suppose you have one on speed-dial?" Sophie asked sarcastically, handing Danny a newly-conjured magazine for his handgun.

"I don't even know if we brought one on this mission. The only one I can think of is Split-Monster Girl, and she can only heal herself in a method I'd rather not think about."

 

[Nouw]

"I don't even know if we brought one on this mission. The only one I can think of is Split-Monster Girl, and she can only heal herself in a method I'd rather not think about."

"Well, can you conjure bandaids?" Danny joked, accepting and loading the ammo.

They had brought a dozen or so people on this mission; magicians, soldiers, demons, you name it. A healer, however, they didn't bring. Who made that decision? Danny was glad it wasn't him lying on the wall, no healer and all. That, however, wouldn't stop him from continuing his search, which admittedly wasn't off to a good start.

"Hey, wasn't there more of these here? And that boy too, where's he?" Danny asked, pushing the cylinder into place.

 

[Shadowstar38]

"Hey, wasn't there more of these here? And that boy too, where's he?"

"Probably miles away by now," The Lieutenant said, looking into the room from the hallway. "I checked the whole building. That creature appears to be the last of them. How are you guys doing by the way?"
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The ice from Isabelle's sword froze downward into the giant's chest, forcing the beating of it's heart to become a chore. Richard's shotgun made quick work of the side of it's body, melting away the muscles that helped in it's defense.

The demon's muscles were dissolving, it's chest was freezing, and it's stomach ripped apart from the inside by it's last meal. It was struggling for air at this point. The pained screams were dulled into lighter moans and hisses and Elizer dragged his compainion along it's torso.

With a final jab to the demon's heart, blood pour forth from it's mouth, and it ceased to move.

Both Ghost and Mikhail arrived in time to see the end of the beast. The mysterious man hidden behind a cloak walked up to the head of the demon and stared into it, sighing.

"Damn. It looks like I lost a wager. Never bet against human ingenuity and skill. Still, I'd say this is a job well done. Bravo"

 

[wilcoblackflame]

This was more like it. With his powers fully active Crow was able to recover from the wounds sustained at the hands of the former scientist much faster, wasting no time in assuming his more...traditional form. Clawed hands, black wings, a pointy smile, a glow behind the blue eyes.

Admittedly he could probably make himself look more demonic if he really pushed the envelope, but all things considered it was best to not look TOO dramatically demonic lest he was confused for an enemy.

As the others had all left the room, he turned to Lara. "I suspect we may have missed most of the fun Captain. Shall we go and see if there's anything left?"

 

[Nouw]

"Fine, but Aaron isn't," Danny said, once again pointing at Aaron's unconscious body. He wished the Lieutenant gave the job of searching the building to Danny; all he had done here was almost get killed. Not only that, but he waited. If he had acted sooner, they could have found the boy and maybe even saved the girl. Danny made a promise never to wait again.

 

[DarkRawen]

The acid was working fast, dissolving a lot of the demon's side. From this wound, and the ice Isabelle had inflicted, the demon was in great pain as it screamed. "Well, seems I have to tell the other D6 guys that the acid was a success then." However, the demon got more hurt somehow, and weakened. Blood poured out from the demon's mouth as it seemed to die. "Internal injuries?" Richard murmured. "That can't be the acid, it's not possibly that strong. Perhaps the ice?" It could also be the sword, though Richard didn't know how it could wield itself.
Suddenly three people appeared, one was that point man, another seemed to be from the missing team, while the third person was cloaked. "Who's that? he thought. However, he soon dismissed his interest in knowing the identity. Someone going up to the head and staring into it's mouth would be a better way to determine if the demon really was dead anyway.
He started looking around, trying to spot who was near. Apart from those who had just appeared, Isabelle, Simon and Garath were there, with no trace of the demon sword or Azkar. The demon sword was most likely in the corpse, but he couldn't see how the same could apply to Azkar.
"What did happen to her, actually?" Well, she had been flying or jumping or whatever you could call it, so perhaps she had found another demon to take care of. "Well, that was what she was doing before she... found me, right? So it would be logically to think that the same would apply now." Even so, Richard had a bad feeling about that, as if it wasn't true.

 

[deathbydeath]

"How are you guys doing by the way"

"I've been both better and worse, why do you ask?" This was true. Sure, Aaron wasn't exactly in tip-top shape, as he was stumbling around like he had too much to drink, but this was better than being on the wrong side of the axe of D1's Darius Oak-Blood. A lot better. Aaron continued to stumble around before coming to rest by hanging from Sophia's shoulders, attempting to get himself back on his feet.

"I don't suppose you have one on speed-dial?"

"Kinda, actually. Last I checked, Simon Jones is a healer, but he's in the other group. I have his business cell, though." Aaron rummaged through his armor, trying to locate his stolen folder. He paused temporarily, thinking twice about showing it to the lieutenant, but then he didn't care. About a year before, he saved the Colonel's ass (in the same mission that involved the Darius Oak-Blood incident, no less), and ever since then, they had been occasional drinking buddies. Aaron flipped through his folder to Simon's dossier and handed it to Sophia before resuming what he was saying.

"I'm not sure if you should call him just now, though. The forest team's probably involved in killing some huge demon, or something else important. Unlike us. So, who's up for tracking a sketchy-ass kid and where his demon army went?"

 

[Ultraman950]

"How are you guys doing by the way?"

"I got bit in the arm. Nothing serious," Sophia replied, moving the arm in question. "I'd found a makeshift bandage earlier. What boy and girl are you talking about?"

 

[deathbydeath]

"What boy and girl are you talking about?"

Aaron regained his balance and straightened himself out, pocketing the folder (he named it Dem), and waved Lara and Crow over to get everyone in the same place.

"Sophia, we were informed by the surviving scientist/monster that there was a young boy leading the army of demons that attacked this place. Apparently the boy had a hostage, a young girl from a local population center, but a 3rd Division group of agents was hunting down the hostiles that were keeping her. When the lieutenant arrived, he stated that the only demon left in the complex was the one we were interrogating. At this, the survivor referred to a being as "she" that the Lieutenant pissed off, and then it attacked Crow and began to flee. It's dead now, and the rest of the forces in the base are supposedly gone. Now, seeing as the survivor was actually a demon, I'd add some salt to what it said. Nonetheless, we still need to go through the base and sift through whatever evidence is left after what happened here. Afterwards, we'll rendezvous with the forest team at the jet, share information, and then deliver the report."

He ended there, waiting for more input.

 

[FinalDream]

Huh? Lara turned and looked around the room to find that people had moved on. She smiled and slipped the tablet computer into her tactical vest. Gripping her P90 she walked outside and found Aaron waving his position to her and Crow. She decided to join.

?Well, there is the device, I?ve successfully removed it from the system of the command centre but it?s a real mess. You think this young boy rigged it up? Then there is the question of why this place?? Lara trailed off deep in thought.

 

[IFS]

Garath shuddered as the demon died, breaking the mental connection as quickly as possible, it was not pleasant to observe a demon's mind as it died. He sat down and leaned against a tree, exhausted by the mental struggle.

"Thanks for the assist," he said to Simon, taking deep breaths to regain his focus, then he turned towards Isabelle "What next?"

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"What next?" Garath asked as he sat down next to a tree after having a mental struggle with the demon that died in agony through the combination of the team's attacks. He spoke with deep breaths, as Isabelle gave a sympathetic look towards him. Isabelle scanned the area in case any more demons were lurking amongst the shadows of the forest. Vayle meanwhile had descended after watching her spectral ropes fade away, and stood next to her master. Isabelle then gave out the orders.

"Right, first we should secure the area. Richard, it would most likely be a good idea id you could gather some biological samples from this demon for analysis and research, try and find out what making it tick. Simon, tend to the soldier's wounds. Garath, until you recover, just take it easy for a little bit, you did a good job there. Vayle, try and look into the demon's spirit, see what it is and how it got here. Once those tasks are complete, we'll see where to go next. Is that clear with everyone?"

 

[DarkRawen]

"Right, first we should secure the area. Richard, it would most likely be a good idea id you could gather some biological samples from this demon for analysis and research, try and find out what making it tick. Simon, tend to the soldier's wounds. Garath, until you recover, just take it easy for a little bit, you did a good job there. Vayle, try and look into the demon's spirit, see what it is and how it got here. Once those tasks are complete, we'll see where to go next. Is that clear with everyone?"

"Well, yeah, as long as it's dead. " Seeing as it hadn't moved yet to snap that one hooded guy, it should be dead. He put the shotgun under his arm, and walked over to the large corpse. "I might have to tell you now though, I don't know how much I can find out here. The DNA's off limit with the available tools, but I can test some things," he said so loud that she could hear him. Opening a bag of gloves he had in his right coat-pocket, he put a pair on, and opened the suitcase, pulling out a scalpel, and some test tubes.
He took a sample from the muscles, and then some blood that was still gushing out of the wound where he had shot it. Of course, these samples would have acid in them, so he also went to the feet and right arm to do the same, before getting back to the suitcase, having changed gloves twice.
He removed the necessary tools from the suitcase, and treated the samples, before using different methods and tools to test them.
It would take some time to read the samples, so he took the situation to look at the demon further -passing by the strange, cloaked man without showing any signs of interest- and also collect samples from the eyes and such that couldn't be tested yet. While he did this, he noticed that people were staring at him, and added: "The tests won't show a result instantly, you know. There are some things in demons which most of these tools couldn't even have read had it not been for them being modified, so it will take a short while." While he did this, he opened a sub-part of the suitcase, where he stored the samples in the right chilly temperature.
"And now I have to wait," he thought, sitting down by the suitcase, staring at the tools.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"I might have to tell you now though, I don't know how much I can find out here. The DNA's off limit with the available tools, but I can test some things." Richard said as he opened a bag of gloves, then out from the suitcase came a scalpel and some test tubes. He then collected some samples of blood and muscle tissue, but avoided areas where the acid from his shotgun might of reached. It was then that he removed some rather specialist looking equipment from his suitcase, and started treating the samples before storing them in a sub-compartment of the case.

During this, Richard had noticed the looks he was getting from everyone's face. "The tests won't show a result instantly, you know. There are some things in demons which most of these tools couldn't even have read had it not been for them being modified, so it will take a short while."

"Okay then, guess even with the most efficient equipment we currently possess, things still take time; understandable." Isabelle remarked, citing how despite how advanced modern technology had become, things still required time and patience, a quality she admired. Vayle had begun reading the spirit of the demon who lay flat on the ground, its eyes glassed over, showing it was dead.

"Master, I have found something." She said sounding confused.

"What is it Vayle, what do you see?" Isabelle asked sounding curious.

"This... demon, it isn't natural, the spirits within are different than what I have seen before. No, not a demon, a Golem; an inanimate creature given life. But I have a name from it, Kouza Prime. I'm afraid that is all I can get for the moment Master."

"A Golem you say? Haven't encountered one of those in quite a while. Well, thank you anyway Vayle, see if there is anything more you can find, if not, then we will have to make do for the time being." Isabelle said, thanking Vayle for a job well done. Whilst they waited, she went over to Richard, and sat down next to him.

"So, whilst we wait for the tests to be concluded, do you want to discuss something, or at least talk about things?" She asked in a friendly and polite manner.

 

[DarkRawen]

"So, whilst we wait for the tests to be concluded, do you want to discuss something, or at least talk about things?" She asked in a friendly and polite manner.

Richard looked at the white-haired woman who was sitting next to him. "Sure, what kind of stuff? I could tell you what kind of samples I'm currently taking, but I don't know how much it would interest you." It was regretful, but not everyone had the same kind of interest in these kinds of things as him. "Or, we could talk about whatever, I guess." He really didn't like to wait, and small-talk would make the time go faster. Also, Isabelle had some interesting features about her, even though she didn't have any demonic ancestry or the likes.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"Sure, what kind of stuff? I could tell you what kind of samples I'm currently taking, but I don't know how much it would interest you."

"I'm a little interested Richard. Just because I am from Division Two, doesn't mean my interests are restricted to simply the magical or supernatural fields of study. You could say I have a intrigue for learning new things; after all knowledge is a valuable thing, and we shouldn't waste it. Also, I'm curious as to what work you do, and also how you came to be apart of D.I.C.E. Feel free to ask anything about me; haven't a chance for a conversation in a while." Isabelle remarked as she planted her sword next to her, its icy form slowly reverting back, and the white glow fading, till only the purple colouring of the runes remained.