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

[ToxicPiranah]

Simon nearly nearly jumped out of his skin as an middle aged man in a sharp suit appeared before him. Before he could say anything the man began talking to him. "Young man, yes you. You have heard the summons, yes?" his accent was British but had a clipped authority behind it. "Well, I'm in a bit of situation, turns out I'm actually a sentient blade, this only being an astral projection of my psyche. As such, I have trouble getting around and answering this call difficult. So could you come pick me up from the Division One barracks and carry me to the Division One office?"

What?! This was a sentient weapon? Why the hell was he asking Simon to pick him up? Surely it should be someone from Division one?! Well it was only a simple request maybe it was because he was the last to respond. I need to fit in here, maybe helpping out a sentient weapon will help me on my way he thought. As the lift came to a rest at Division 1's floor Simon stepped out and began following the signs to the Division barracks. As he entered a niggling thought played at the back of Sim'on's mind. What sort of sentience was this weapon? How did one end up trapped in a blade?

Ignoring his worries Simon found the his way through the barracks and came across the blade. It was a vicious looking weapon, a long straight blade with an ornate handle. A large eye resided on the hilt of the weapon. It was scary looking. "errrrr, Hello? I'm just going to pick you up now as you asked" Simon spoke to the blade quietly. Taking it by the handle he carried the weapon tenderly nervous of what might reside within. Making his way back down the corridor Simon entered the Division one office.

Opening the door Simon notice a few others in the room. "Erm Hi, I brought the blade as requested. I didn't know if I should be here but it said all personell and I guess even if I've only been here a few hours that I count" Simon placed the long blade on the table and stepped to one side. He was aware of how new he was and only hoping he didn't get thrown out because of it.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

"Alright I'm letting you out, just don't run off or anything," he said, reaching for the door latch.

The fool had believed him, he was letting him out of his cell, not just for prodding and poking him either, but because he believed that Eliezer was a lab worker. Oh, if he could see the look on the scientists faces when they got back. But what now? He knew as much as the other man as to the whereabouts of this '24'. He had jumped out of the frying pan and into his without realising it. He didn't know where his was, let alone where to fin the exit of this damned place.

The man had a gun on him, but Eliezer had taken more punishment over the years then a bullet wound. All he needed was to find was something sharp, or something blunt and he would be rid of him. Luckily, the lab specialised in sharp things.

"Now if you'll follow me" He said, heading towards the laboratories, where he would undoubtedly find something sharp.

 

[IFS]

Garath followed the man, though he remained a few steps back, there was definately something off about this fellow, he just couldn't put his finger on it. Keeping his hand on his gun he fell back another few steps, throwing up an illusion to make it seem like he was closer behind the man than he was, obscuring his true position behind the illusion.

"I haven't seen you before, are you new? Whats your name?" he asked.

 

[Terratina.]

The lad was shaken by the event, but what would you expect from such a greenhorn? At least the lad was obeying him. He stopped projecting and opened his eye awaiting the lad. His footsteps vibrated through the floor and Souldrinker vibrated in turn. His eye turned upward only to see a heavily build man with stubble and crew cut hair enter the barracks. Form his features, he was certainly a half-Fae, the slightest sign of the slender Fae shown in his aura and in his face. For such a big man, he acted like a scared child. Eligor chuckled to himself, remembering the fear he used to strike in mortals as a Great Duke of Hell. The lad picked up with a tender grip, not the firm grip of a swordsman. Eligor sighed again and remained silent after that as he was carried up to the Division One office. Maybe he had overestimated this one.

He was then dumped on the table in the room, the lad was clearly frightened of Eligor's demonic appearance. Through his eye he saw a girl of a military bearing, no doubt a half-demon, but then again D.I.C.E. were full of the bastard offspring nowadays. Eligor blamed the incubi and succubi. He looked around again and saw another Brit, a tall woman with a spirit in tow. No doubt of the mages, magic was getting so common these days. There were about two people of the scientific persuasion, judging by their lab coats. The lab boys and girls were always capturing demons and poking them with sticks. Eligor got bored again and looked up at his wielder, he'd better know the truth sooner or later, otherwise those frightful questions would never go away. While the inscription bound him to the blade, it told his story in concise but terribly poetic way.

"Erm Hi, I brought the blade as requested. I didn't know if I should be here but it said all personnel and I guess even if I've only been here a few hours that I count"

Eligor projected himself again, a faint image of a well-groomed, well-dressed gentleman in his mid-fifties filled the room.

"I also assumed that, while technically being part of Division One, I could lend a hand," Eligor said, then he turned to the greenhorn, and continued, "Lad, if you are so worried about me, read the inscription carved into me. It binds me to the blade and tells my story."

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

"I haven't seen you before, are you new? Whats your name?" he asked.

Most lairs would trip up when asked further details about who the were and what they did, this was not going to happen to Eliezer, he had a lifetime of lying and trickery to fall back on.

"I already said I was new a moment ago, otherwise why would I be going through such a silly initiation test if I wasn't. My names Eli," All the best lies were based on truth and Eli could be short for Eliezer, but he didn't need to know that, "What's your name?

Eliezer hoped if he kept the conversation going he would be to distracted to notice any strange actions. Like picking up the scalpel that had been left on the desk of one of the lab workers.

 

[Ultraman950]

Sophia turned to look at the projected man in the suit, her glowing red eyes showing a bit of interest. "A man that's actually a talking sword, huh? So what else are the science boys working on in there? Or is that classified?"

She did her best not to roll her eyes at the last sentence. Seemed a lot of things were "classified" to her.

 

[Shadowstar38]

Col. Lin continued typing at his computer, barely paying attention as operatives of various rank and file entered in. The only thing that got some type of reaction out of him was when a rookie placed a demonic sword on his desk.

"Erm Hi, I brought the blade as requested. I didn't know if I should be here but it said all personell and I guess even if I've only been here a few hours that I count"

Lin let out a sigh as he eyed the Souldrinker.

"I guess this is a better time than any other to join up," He said. Not bothering to look at the new kid. " Lieutenant! Get your ass in here"

The dark haired man returned to the room with the sphere still in his hand. He nodded to everyone in the room, keeping his smile on his face without mattering if he saw human or half-demon. What everyone noticed about him first, was that his clothes seemed a bit too casual. Even new recruits were given some type of armor. The guy also looked too young to be in any position of authority.

"Are these all the people we have?," Lin asked.

"We have a few stragglers. I think a fellow from Division 2, and another from 5"

"We can always catch them up later" Lin stood up from his desk and addressed everyone in the room. "Alright agents. You're here for..."

Lin was cut off at the sound of his computer buzzing an alarm. A second later, a woman's voice came out of the speaker.

Level 6 emergency. Col. Lin needed. Projected civilian fatality: 10, 387 persons.

"Great. Perfect timing," Lin scoffed. He proceeded out the door and called back to the young man. "Brief these guys and get them airborne Lieutenant"

"Ah. I do believe Izuni took away my qualification to do a such"

"Well no you're re-qualified. Under my orders. Tell that glorified desk jocky he can talk to me if he ha a problem"

With that, Lin a out the door. The man left in his stead waved goodbye after him and adjusted his shades.

"Um. Hello all. How's it going?"

 

[Terratina.]

The half-demon turned and looked at Eligor, not doubt intrigued by his situation. She looked quite attractive once you got past those glowing eyes but a military girl through and through. The projection of Eligor stroked his beard as he folded his arms. Now this was a change from the always empty, cold and dark barracks of Division One, the veteran slayers being always on a mission somewhere.

"A man that's actually a talking sword, huh? So what else are the science boys working on in there? Or is that classified?"

"My dear," He said with a slightly patronising tone and a hint of pride, "I franky have no idea. Since I am from Division One, after all."

The tone was more out of the gall the girl had of mistaking him for a pet project of Division Six, he didn't care that she was a half-demon, after all, they were becoming a staple of D.I.C.E. as Eligor had watched those red-eyed mongrels come in and out throughout the years. He wondered whether the Colonel was going to announce what the whole alarm was about but just sighed at the sight of Souldrinker on the table and rushed out as the speaker announced that his great personage was needed and left a shaking Lieutenant in charge. Eligor chuckled, he would be welcome this time, thanks to Col. Lin's sudden exit.

"Um. Hello all. How's it going?"

"Hurry up and spit it out man," Eligor scoffed, "First things first, the situation and this business of getting airborne; care to take an old sword on board?"

 

[FinalDream]

Captain Lara Reid, PhD - D.I.C.E. headquarters. Undisclosed location

She might look like a soldier all dressed in BDU?s but her active scientific mind was buzzing at the sight of the projection. Something inside set a burning desire to scan this sword. It was incredible, she remembered seeing some tech, a while ago, that tired to mimic the same thing but this was something else. Just as she was about to speak the Colonel began to speak and left the assembled group to be briefed. He seemed nervous a little.

?Airborne, sir??

Great. She would need some equipment loading from her lab if she was going to be away from the base. Lara hoped she would get the chance to ask.

 

[DarkRawen]

"How many fatalities was that? ten thousand?" Richard asked. "You know, we probably won't make it." He didn't really seem afraid or nervous, just looked as if it was a bother. He was calm, strangely calm for division 6 member told he had to go risk his life. It was strange, but he didn't mind. "What kind of demon is it?" he then asked, hoping to get a sample of its DNA.

 

[ToxicPiranah]

Simon had to stop himself from facepalming so badly. Of course why hadn't he spotted it before. The sword had an I.D card attached to it. Also he didn't no why he was afraid of the sword, it wasn't scary and he was more than used to wielding one. Come on Simon pull it together your better than this he thought to himself. The man in charge was clearly an officer in the military, he couldn't tell what rank, though that was clearly rectified when a woman's voice announced something about civilian fatality's to the Col.

As this was going on Simon left an illusion of himself standing in the same position. He dipped into his power briefly making himself invisible, allowing himself to step forward and read the swords description. He refrained from touching the sword as it's sentience would more than likely pick up that he was there. He had to stop himself from stepping away in disgust from the weapon. His father had told him of Demon kind and never to trust them or come into pact with them. But then this was a bound demon, one that was being utilized as a weapon to fight it's own kind. Maybe it wasn't all so bad. A bound weapon could be powerful Simon extrapolated, maybe if he offered to wield it it could help him learn to be part of D.I.C.E. But no it was still a Demon.

Simon fought with himself inside, he didn't want to betray what his father had taught him but he wanted to integrate with what would be his colleagues. He stepped back to where his illusion was and allowed it to dissipate dropping his invisibility at the same time. He decided he would try to keep an open mind. He tried to pay attention to what was going on around him.

 

[Ultraman950]

"My dear," He said with a slightly patronising tone and a hint of pride, "I franky have no idea. Since I am from Division One, after all."
"Condescension. Cute," Sophie replied sarcastically. "Watch your tone, metalhead. Today's supposed to be my day off. I'm not in a great mood."

"Um. Hello all. How's it going?"
Sophie shrugged. "Kinda wish I was still at the shooting range. Or my bunk. But whatever."

 

[deathbydeath]

"10,387 casualties?" Aaron's face couldn't decide whether it wanted to convey shock, awe, or surprise. As a result, manipulating his mouth to get the words out was a struggle: "Damn, the most I've seen at once is 3,147." Seeing that the blond D6 captain was heading a different way, he headed towards her. "Miss Reid, do you need help with something, by any chance?"

 

[Terratina.]

"Condescension. Cute," She replied sarcastically. "Watch your tone, metalhead. Today's supposed to be my day off. I'm not in a great mood."

The half-demon glared at him and replied in a wave of sarcasm. Eligor didn't blame her, after all, half-demons are always rash and bad-tempted. A woman a shady-looking human was referring to as Reid also stared at him, but in highly different way. She looked military but didn't seem the type as she and the half-demon contrasted each other, Reid with her measured tone of voice and this red-eyed girl ready to call him every name under the sun. 'Metalhead' was new one though, it was added to his list of insults thrown at him, other included the likes of... Well Eligor didn't want to think about that. Time to rescues the bosoming relationship.

"Forgive me," He replied with a slight bow, "Where are my manners? I am Eligor, otherwise known as the sentient sword Souldrinker, and you are...?"

 

[Ultraman950]

"Forgive me," He replied with a slight bow, "Where are my manners? I am Eligor, otherwise known as the sentient sword Souldrinker, and you are...?"

Sophie sighed again, but it seemed more like the "I need to calm down" type of sigh. She didn't look at Eligor, but her tone was a little more controlled. "Sophia. Division 3. I take care of the guns. Some of 'em, anyway."

 

[Terratina.]

"Sophia. Division 3. I take care of the guns. Some of 'em, anyway."

Luckily, she had calmed down a bit after that outburst and gave a name to match to her face; Sophia. It was a start, even though she refused to look at his projection of a face or his actual body - the sword on the table. Eligor simply dismissed it as something to do with her being a half-demon. The mix of hellfire and human anger usually didn't make for a great personality.

He echoed her sigh and turned around, "Nice to meet you. Now let's see if our amiable Lieutenant will brief us or not."

A simple end to a simple conversation. Best to let her calm down, from the looks of it, Sophia will need that focus, not chaotic rage.

 

[FinalDream]

Captain Lara Reid, PhD - D.I.C.E. headquarters. Undisclosed location


She smiled at Aaron. ?Oh it?s nothing really, just a few things, spare batteries for the EPG.? She tapped the tazer-like weapon strapped to her right leg. ?Some more P90 magazines, maybe a change of BDU?s, and my laptop for field research, but thank you, for the offer.?

She left out the part about the hair dye. It had been a few days and the copper shade had almost faded back to her natural blonde colour.

 

[Shadowstar38]

"Hurry up and spit it out man," Eligor scoffed, "First things first, the situation and this business of getting airborne; care to take an old sword on board?"

"Uh. Sure. I dont see why not."

The man turned and addressed the rest of the assembled team. He spoke very politely but seemed rather unsure of how to proceed.

"Um. Okay. Briefing. Briefing. Well, as it turns out, the communication devices in sector 4 are out. Not staticy. Just plain out. It's kind of a pain because it's one of the higher demonic areas you see. We need a few D6 to get whatever's up back online. The rest of you are on support duty, and investigating what took the devices out"

 

[deathbydeath]

A glimpse of frustration disappeared from Aaron's visage as he addressed the Lieutenant. "So, when we reach this sector: Are we splitting into groups; Are we staggering our landing times; and are we landing at different locations?

 

[FinalDream]

Captain Lara Reid, PhD - D.I.C.E. headquarters. Undisclosed location

This seemed like an interesting puzzle. ?If you can get me to the comm devices I can hook up my tablet and run a diagnostic tool. Though the fact they are out seems unusual.?

Something troubled her though. Walking into a high demonic area was the last thing on Lara?s good idea?s list, but looking around the room, there was ample talent to hold back the forces of darkness.