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

[Terratina.]

"A command with no power behind behind it is a fruitless one, go and find some other fool to clean your blade." He countered, leaving the projection to huff about alone.

Pity those who never welded power themselves had such a basic understanding of it. Time to teach this young one a few pointers about it. The projection vanished, leaving Elizer to walk away from this like the sullen coward that he was. Eligor eased himself out of the mud grateful his little rest had granted him enough energy to do this little stunt. He laughed at the notion that he could only do something like this because of an angel's curse. Quite ironic. A few seconds later, he whizzed through the air, impaling Elizer between the ribs, pinning him to a tree.

"You should know: ultimately, power comes from the point of a sword." Eligor hissed.

He drove himself deeper into Elizer's chest, even turning about to add to the pain. Reasoning that this was enough, he unsheathed himself from Elizer's chest that preceded to wipe all the blood and guts on his shirt and then floated away to find better company. Perhaps Isabelle, or that demonic knight...

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

The projection vanished after his last snarky comment, finally, after years of poking and prodding he had some time alone to clear his mind and enjoy the fresh (if not chilly) air. He wasn't quite sure what to though, none of the members of D.I.C.E were chasing after him, in fact it seemed like they had forgotten about him all together and all he knew was that he was somewhere in Russia, and well, Russia's a big place. Not exactly the best place to be wandering around in hope of finding some outpost of civilization.

He was mulling about, deliberating on what to do when out of nowhere the Sword that Eligor resided in, impaled him right through the chest. Driving him towards the nearest tree (a pine in further examination) and nailing him to it.

"You should know: ultimately, power comes from the point of a sword." Eligor hissed.

"...Power? Hah!...it's...a...trick...it's...only...lies...where..you...beleive...it..does" He managed to say through the pain.

By that point he was already loosing consciousness, but Eligor had to drive the point home and continued to twist the blade around causing more pain and Eliezer to black-out.

By the time he regained consciousness, that bastard of a sword had disappeared and he was covered by his own entrails. Eligor had a knack for ruining shirts and not wanting to wander around looking a bloody mess he took it off. The air was cold on chest and he started shivering, but pressed on deeper into the woods.

Nothing like a spot of pneumonia to help the soul

 

[Terratina.]

Eligor arrived to where Isabelle was standing, still with drips of blood upon the blade. A quick wipe on a shirt could only clean so much, after all. He didn't quite hear what Elizer said underneath the sound produced by disembowelment. No doubt just more nonsense and tricks. However that cursed one was still D.I.C.E.'s property, just as much Eligor was and there was no doubt that the Colonel would find yet another reason to hate him if he let a subject get away. He heard a snippet of conversation and decided to join in.

"Right, lets get our gear together, and head back towards where those jets were landing; we may even find where Azkar went along the way."

"As well as that, I believe another person is trying to get away and Division Six won't like that, not at all." He huffed. "I believe he ran off into the woods..."

 

[IFS]

Garath heard the VTOL jets fly overhead, though his attention was more focused on where the demon had been before the strange hooded man had absorbed it. He walked about where it had been, to make sure it was actually gone and not simply invisible, but he could find no trace of it.

"Thats a hell of a disappearing act," he said.

"Right, lets get our gear together, and head back towards where those jets were landing; we may even find where Azkar went along the way."

He nodded, and had started to walk towards the jets when the magic sword arrived, dripping blood.

"As well as that, I believe another person is trying to get away and Division Six won't like that, not at all." He huffed. "I believe he ran off into the woods..."


"Someone else can go get him," he replied, "I'm headed to the jets."

 

[Malyc]

Ghost heard the jets fly by, headed toward the facility. He didn't have time to wonder why they'd send more when on had been enough to get them there before Azkar broke into a sprint.

"Move it Ghost, I'm not spending a second longer in these circumstances than I have to!"

"Just watch yourself!" Ghost called, speeding up to keep pace with her. " We don't know where the demons are, so keep a sharp eye on the woods. There could be one behind every tree."

It wasn't too much longer before they ran into Mikhail, who appeared to be headed deeper into the forest. "Party looks to be behind ya now. Care to tag along?"

 

[DarkRawen]

Richard had still been relaxing when some jets flew over them. However, before he could sit up completely, he stopped, just observing as the big demon/golem thing disappeared into the hooded man, who then disappeared in a flash. "Well, at least I have my samples," Richard murmured as he stood up and brushed off whatever leaves and grass had gotten on his coat. "The other D6 can simply be without." Isabelle seemed annoyed by the fact that the demon had disappeared, but in the end she commanded:

"Right, lets get our gear together, and head back towards where those jets were landing; we may even find where Azkar went along the way."

Richard shrugged, he didn't mind that. There weren't all that much to do now, after all. He got ready to leave. However, suddenly the demon-sword arrived and spoke:

"As well as that, I believe another person is trying to get away and Division Six won't like that, not at all." He huffed. "I believe he ran off into the woods..."

"Let him go," Richard said, not really trying to be demanding. He just simply didn't see the need for him. "El can do whatever he wants, there's no need to keep him locked up. By now, we have enough samples to make a clone of him, the other scientists," he made sure to say it wasn't him. After all, he disliked it almost as much as Eliezer. "Are probably only checking stuff to torture the guy."

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

Azkar ran past Mikhail, focused on her goal. She was going to find something to wear before everyone got in the plane. God, it was embarrassing enough already, at least Ghost hadn't seen anything due to how she was sitting. Azkar rolled her eyes as she heard Ghost saying something about being careful. "The demons already fell back to a town or something apparently, I'm not waiting around to discover the joys of fighting in a blanket. Also if either of you tell anyone about this-" Azkar was already out of earshot as she kept running, at least it was warming her up and keeping her feet functioning.

She soon entered their craft and began scavenging around, she wasn't paying much attention, but nobody was actually in the plane with her. (if the pilot/s were in the plane they're waiting outside now) Azkar looked through the various cargo boxes, she found a combat knife and began cutting into Ghost's blanket. She cut off two ragged shapes and some strips, she then fashioned basic socks out of them and wrapped them around her feet and lower legs, she then put on a pair of boots that were too big, but the thickness of her makeshift socks off put that.

She made more strips and wrapped them around her chest, strapping her breasts, then cut holes in the blanket for her arms and head to go through. It looked like she was wearing a bland olive green robe. She then put a UR-Tactical low Profile chest rig over the makeshift clothes. Azkar span around a few times and shrugged, not too bad. She rubbed her thin bare arms as she began searching through an armament crate.
"Hmm... Cold, cold, cold..." Azkar thought to herself as she looked through the assortment of arms in the crate, she pulled out a SG550 and looked it over. "This will do quite nicely...

After she was done, Azkar was wearing big army boots, she had a 92FS holstered on her bare leg under her robe, which had no sleeves. She had the tactical rig on her chest, which was now fully equipped with magazines and other assorted gear, she tied her hair back into a ponytail and parted her fringe. Azkar nodded happily, bouncing her new SG550 assault rifle against her chest on it's sling, which was now sporting a scope which she had been very lucky to find. It made sense though, they were in Russia after all.

Azkar stepped out of the plane and double checked her gear, her arms would be cold, and if strong wind blew her makeshift dress up she'd have to punch some people in the eyes, but beyond that she felt fairly confident. Azkar sat on a low crate, crossing her legs and began triple checking her rifle as she waited.

 

[Ultraman950]

Sophie turns her head back toward the vent's entrance, then taps Danny on the shoulder. "Forget it. We gotta go. C'mon."

She turns back around and starts looking for the exit.

 

[Nouw]

"Well if you insist," Danny said. After Sophia left the vent he let out a great sigh of relief. Next time Danny, next time.

He followed Sophia out of the vent and back to the hallway. The absence of people and roar of the jetplanes indicated they were leaving. They had only just begun to search the facility and they were already packing up, why were they leaving so soon? There were still mysteries to be solved, questions to be answered. His first experience was one big tease, stirring his curiosity but never satisfying it. If it wasn't for the fact he had no idea where they were, he would have stayed until he found whatever had left those red prints on the vent.

It was possible it had been the demon-thing Sophia and Danny gunned down but until he was completely sure his mind wouldn't be able to rest. In Detroit, he would search the entire place from dusk 'till dawn until he found his answer. It didn't matter if forensics didn't come up with anything, he would still look. Hell, even if the case was finished and he wanted to know more he would continue his search.

"Do we always leave this early? I mean, come on! We were just getting started! Does D.I.C.E. have some kind of after-search team?" Danny asked.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

It looked as though everyone was about ready to leave, when Eligor the demon sword arrived, and had apparently caught the last part of the conversation that the group was having.

"As well as that, I believe another person is trying to get away and Division Six won't like that, not at all." He huffed. "I believe he ran off into the woods..."

"Let him go." Richard said, not really sounding demanding, nor did it sound like he cared what happened to Eliezer. "El can do whatever he wants, there's no need to keep him locked up. By now, we have enough samples to make a clone of him, the other scientists." Isabelle sensed an apparent dislike of the practice. "Are probably only checking stuff to torture the guy."

"Russia is a big place, how long do you think he can last until he finds some bastion of civilization? We might want to quickly get after him; in case he does anything stupid. And me suggesting that we find him doesn't improve my opinion about demons all that much, no offence intended Eligor."

 

[DarkRawen]

"Russia is a big place, how long do you think he can last until he finds some bastion of civilization? We might want to quickly get after him; in case he does anything stupid. And me suggesting that we find him doesn't improve my opinion about demons all that much, no offence intended Eligor."

She was referring to Richard in the beginning, so he shrugged again, not really interested in a discussion. He just stretched his arms, yawning. "Well, you do what you need to, I'll head to jets, wherever they landed. I need to relax a bit, after all. A few seconds is far from enough time for resting." He looked around, but he wasn't spotting the jets anywhere. "Someone else heading there as well?" he asked, pretending to know where the hell the jets had landed, and that he just wanted someone to walk there with him. He knew Garath was going, so perhaps he would answer?

 

[Ultraman950]

"Do we always leave this early? I mean, come on! We were just getting started! Does D.I.C.E. have some kind of after-search team?" Danny asked.

"Well, apparently, we accomplished our objective, which was secure the base and get communications back up. Which we did, so that means we're done," she said simply, sounding just a bit disappointed herself.

"Still wanna be careful, though," she added. "These things hide like cockroaches."

She quickly made her way to the door out with her bullpup drawn again, toward the sounds of the jets.

 

[FinalDream]

Captain Lara Reid, PhD - Sector 14

She could hear the faint rumbling of something overhead and Lara wondered for a moment what on earth was happening outside. Whatever it was, she decided it could be good. Then, as if released by some unknown force, the entire facility began to wake up. It made Lara jump. She looked around as the lights began to flicker on, it was bright, and it took her a moment to adjust. Something beeped on the main computer and a small led light flashed green, Lara turned her attention to the message.

Coming in all agents. Coming in all agents. What is the status down there??

She stuffed her tablet computer into her vest. ?Erm? Hi??

 

[deathbydeath]

"Do we always leave this early? I mean, come on! We were just getting started! Does D.I.C.E. have some kind of after-search team?"
Aaron appeared nonchalantly behind Danny and Sophia. "There are two possible reasons for this," Aaron began as he enlightened the pair, "Either they don't have to scrape the bottom of the barrel for agents anymore and are relieving us with a proper team," Aaron's face frowned as he considersed the second option; he was clearly plotting something. "Or there are some "sensitive" things here that the upper-ups don't want everyone knowing about.". At this point he tried to restrain Danny's detective urges. "Look Danny, I know that some things are unsettled here, and it's best to simply let it be. You'll grow used to it, and besides, there are some things you shouldn't stick your head into, it'll only get chopped off."

 

[Terratina.]

A slurry of responses came to Eligor's suggestion, all of them shooting it down. If the scientist didn't want to go after the test subject, that was his problem. Eligor was just glad that he got a chance to, shall we say, make his mark on that lesser demon's life. He was ready to follow Isabelle and Richard to the jets for some well deserved rest. Isabelle was as cold as ever to Eligor, disappointing, but being part of a family that had a long history of demon-slaying tended to colour one's views of demons. Bound in a blade or not, Eligor was a demon first and a weapon second to Isabelle, it seemed.

"....Suggesting that we find him doesn't improve my opinion about demons all that much, no offence intended Eligor."

"No offence taken." Eligor chuckled, "In fact, it is quite a compliment to see you still regard me as a danger."

He turned to Richard and nodded, "If you're happy to let him go, then I don't see why we shouldn't."

 

[IFS]

"Someone else heading there as well?"

"Yeah, I'm heading to the jets, feel free to join me," Garath replied, as he began to walk out of the clearing in the direction of where the jets had landed. It seemed like Isabelle was going to put together a group to find Elizer, and he wanted to be on his way to the jets before he could be drafted into helping.

"So, Richard, any idea how that hooded guy absorbed the demon?" he said as Richard caught up with him, "Or better yet any idea who or what he was?"

 

[DarkRawen]

"If you're happy to let him go, then I don't see why we shouldn't."

Richard looked back at the sword, who had found Richard to be the representative for the D6 biology gang, which was bad considering that few of them would agree with him. He decided to ignore the demon-blade, lest he would get in even more trouble if they actually did let Eliezer go. Instead he joined Garath, who had invited him to walk with him.

"So, Richard, any idea how that hooded guy absorbed the demon?" he said as Richard caught up with him, "Or better yet any idea who or what he was?"

Richard shook his head, there were, sadly, way too many things that were beyond his knowledge about demons. "The only thing I know is that that demon had a lot of mass. If the hooded man really did absorb it, rather than teleport it or remove it existence somehow, it would take a lot of reactions and digesting in a really short amount of time." He tidied his hair and removed the small patch of hair that had fallen into his eyes, which he often did when he thought, and added; "As for the hooded man, probably either a really strong demon, or a different being all together. I doubt he is human, but I could be mistaken. Also, I do believe there might have been something hidden in the demon, or golem as that spirit-friend of Isabelle named it, else there would be little reason for the hooded man to get rid of the corpse like that."
Of course, this was just guesses, the truth was, as Richard knew, that they didn't have much to go on. Hopefully, they would get to the jets soon, so he could lie down. To make the time go faster, he asked Garath;
"So, what did you and that other guy do to the demon? I mean, you kept it from moving, right? How?"

 

[IFS]

"So, what did you and that other guy do to the demon? I mean, you kept it from moving, right? How?"

"You mean the binding? Its basically how summoners control spirits or demons, basically I try to mind control it," he paused, considering how to explain it, "I sort of project my mind into theirs and try to take over, if I have a stronger mind I win, if not then they win, its a bit trickier than that though, their minds are, wired differently I guess, so I have to make mine work similarly to be able to get into theirs, sort of like a round peg in a square hole, about half the incantation is making my thoughts compatible with its mind."

He shook his head, trying to clear it, his thoughts still seemed a bit sluggish and he had a bit of a headache left over from the binding.

 

[DarkRawen]

"I sort of project my mind into theirs and try to take over, if I have a stronger mind I win, if not then they win, its a bit trickier than that though, their minds are, wired differently I guess, so I have to make mine work similarly to be able to get into theirs, sort of like a round peg in a square hole, about half the incantation is making my thoughts compatible with its mind."

Garath shook his head after he had explained, he seemed to be a bit out of it. Richard decided that pestering the man with questions, which he really wanted to, wasn't the best option. "A demon's mind," he thought. "I do wonder how it's different from ours. If there had been clue, somewhere, I would have been able to see just what kind of genes made their mind different." He looked over at Garath again, if only slightly. "Also, what makes someone capable of projecting their mind into a different being?"

Richard had since long realized that there was a whole world of things most people didn't know about, and that most outsiders would say was impossible. A scientist wasn't supposed to believe what couldn't be proven with tests, yet he didn't doubt that there existed magic and spirits which had a seemingly impossible existence, even more than demons and their realm. At least those two were solid. Magic was simply energy, and if not that, something else that had yet not been discovered or proven. Spirits were made of atoms, or they weren't, also something no one could say for sure. What the D.I.C.E. scientists knew was scarce on the topic, since they usually only needed to know how it worked, and what the effect was.

Richard as well had a lesser interest in anything not involving DNA, and he cared mostly about what alleles was responsible for the difference between someone being able to use magic, and someone unable. For the time being, only information brought on by conversation was present, and even that kind of information was useful, seeing as reading the genome was impossible without some clues.

"So, what did you use to do before you joined D.I.C.E.? And what kind of magic do you use?" Richard asked when Garath looked a bit better.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"No offence taken." Said an amused Eligor amidst a chuckle. "In fact, it is quite a compliment to see you still regard me as a danger."

"Well, despite you being a demon bound within a sword Eligor, I have a small amount of respect for you; seeing as though your fighting against demons, so I figured a compliment would be kind." Isabelle remarked, briefly showing a smile. She then looked around and saw that there were very few people left to form a team. Seems like they would be leaving Eliezer behind.

"It seems like we shall be ill staffed to perform a full search of the area for Eliezer. Then again its what happens when you aren't much of a team player, and simply run off. I shall inform the Lieutenant when we return about Eliezer's disappearance; hopefully a recovery team can be sent. We should make haste back to the jets." She said, returning her sword to its sheathe, then turned to face Eligor.

"Will you be okay getting back to the jet on your own, or will you want someone to carry you?"