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

[wilcoblackflame]

"It looks as though we're back in business.." Crow mused as the lights and computers powered up again.

Feeling as though the higher ups would perhaps object to Div 6's pet demon delivering the report, he quietly placed his notepad on the console in front of Lara, on which he'd noted down all they'd managed to uncover within the base. The young boy commanding demons, the girl who was abducted, the hacking of the system, the She the "scientist" referred to before attacking.

He did this moreso for ease of reference as opposed to doubting that Lara would have forgotten anything. It was simply his tendancy to be helpful.

 

[IFS]

"So, what did you use to do before you joined D.I.C.E.? And what kind of magic do you use?"

"I use illusions mostly, a bit of necromancy just to hear what the dead have to say, and occasionally summoning and binding, not so much the last two just because of how risky they are," He replied, his head was feeling much better now, though he was still tired, "Before DICE I was a magician, a good one too."

He smiled as he said this, remembering his life before DICE, "I performed all over the country, a rising star of sorts," he sighed, then turned towards Richard "How about you? What did you do before DICE?"

By this point they had nearly reached the jets, and could see them through the trees.

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

Azkar could hear something in the distance and looked down her scope, seeing Garath and Richard through some trees. She wondered if either of them would even recognize her and let out a long, drawn out sigh. If they were leaving now she could actually get some proper clothes and some sleep, also the thought of getting a proper room on base excited her because her previous accommodation was practically a big cell.

As her thoughts wandered Azkar began wondering what dying properly would be like. A bit sullen, Azkar then smirked and stroked the side of her SG550. "I'll try and do some good first I think."
Azkar continued smirking as she let her gun hang down and got off the crate. Then started waving her arms to try and get their attention, maybe make them hurry up.

 

[DarkRawen]

"I performed all over the country, a rising star of sorts," he sighed, then turned towards Richard "How about you? What did you do before DICE?"

Richard smiled. "Pretty much the same as I do now, minus the whole team thing. When I found out about demons about five years ago, I got interested. Long story short, I kinda borrowed samples from operations and did my own research. Of course, with my limited researching tools, I mostly took a look at the DNA and tried to put one and one together." He could see the jets, they were close by. Someone waved her hands, but he was too far away to see who, so he started walking faster. Garath would probably either follow that speed, or hear what he said anyway.

"As for how I managed to sneak into D.I.C.E. operations... I guess it was because it was hard for people to believe someone would actually go into a demons nest and steal their samples. However, they did know about me for at least a year, it was only half a year ago when they finally got fed up they actually confronted me."

When he could recognize Azkar, he saw that she had changed again. Her hair was now black, and eyes blue. Also, she seemed... a lot more vulnerable, and was wearing what seemed to be a... blanket-coat thing? She was armed as well, for some reason, which added to the feeling that something was amiss. "Azkar," he said. "Where were you? I thought you were going to be killing that big demon-thingy?" Richard then swallowed, having not yet forgotten about how unstable Azkar was. "No offense, of course, I'm just curious."

 

[Nouw]

"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,"

"Well when you put it that way, that's even more depressing," Danny replied. It reminded him of his early days as a police officer. It was just an endless cycle of crimes. It started with going to a crime scene, investigating it then finding nothing. Maybe if they could be bothered they'd run a few tests and if they were lucky they would something. They would then do a search and if they were really lucky they'd get a hit. They'd arrest the suspect, slap him on the wrist then let him go to commit more crimes, and then the cycle would start again. Of course, that changed when Danny had enough. Never again would a criminal commit the same crime again, especially if they had Danny's attention.

"Still wanna be careful, though, these things hide like cockroaches."

"We already went on a bug-hunt," he joked. "Speaking of bugs, do giant-mutant insects exist? I mean, if anyone was to stomp them it'd be D.I.C.E. right?" He decided to focus his curiosity on D.I.C.E. in general; it would serve him better in the future considering they probably wouldn't be going back. He had a million questions he wanted answered, and he figured why not take advantage of this opportunity while going back to the plane. Although somewhat serious -he didn't want to go the way of Aaron, or did he?- she seemed patient and tolerant enough. Regardless of her patience and tolerance for his questions, he'd ask away. After all. it was her obligation as a member of D.I.C.E.

 

[deathbydeath]

"Speaking of bugs, do giant-mutant insects exist? I mean, if anyone was to stomp them it'd be D.I.C.E. right?"

"It depends on whether or not they need to be exorcised." This time, Aaron took it upon himself to bear the burden of Danny's questions. "If not, I believe that there's at least one secret paramilitary organization out there. I remember seeing the list of things on the UN Security Council's speed dial, and I seem to remember that one something to do with super humans. This world is a big place," remarked Aaron wistfully as he kept walking.

 

[Terratina.]

Isabelle briefly smiled as she said her piece. The compliment was wasted on him if it was only out for respect for fighting his own kind, as Eligor didn't really have a choice in the matter. It was like thanking a gun for shooting something. Nevertheless, a compliment was a compliment. However that one question was left hanging in the air, Eligor was torn between the proud choice and the humble choice. Blow off Isabelle and float away or take her up on her offer. No doubt she wanted to examine the sword more closely, but Eligor also got something out of the little deal: with all his years encased in the blade, he could tell a swordsman apart from a common man just from the way the person held him. It would satisfy his curiosity and her technique and hers about him. After a little internal debate, he made his choice.

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

"I am grateful for the offer and accept it graciously," Eligor said, giving a brief bow and offering the pommel to Isabelle. "As to the other matter, I agree, let the recovery team handle it."

 

[Ultraman950]

"Well when you put it that way, that's even more depressing."

Sophia shrugged. "Why? We're finished. They'll send some guys to keep the base secure, and we get to go back to base and drink coffee," she said as she held the door open that lead outside. The evac jets were clearly visible, and not too far away.

"Well, you do, anyway," she continued, wiping some of the blood from her face. "I get to stay up and clean guns."

"We already went on a bug-hunt," he joked. "Speaking of bugs, do giant-mutant insects exist? I mean, if anyone was to stomp them it'd be D.I.C.E. right?"

"I ain't seen any," she replied with another shrug. "Then again, I'm not exactly a senior member. I guess if they really wanted, a demon could take the appearance of a giant bug, but what good would that do? Unless it was something with arms. ... Great, now I'm gonna be seeing massive praying manti in my sleep."

In addition to everything else, she thought to herself. Sleep never came easy to me.

 

[Shadowstar38]

"Erm... Hi?"

"Hi?"

The man at the other end of the called sounded befuddled by The captain's casualness.

"I'll just assume you're a D5 with no experience in protocol. I have some agents coming in to take over at the facility you're standing in. Gather whoever is in your squad and move out back to your jet. You will be debrief later"
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After the pair of DICE jets landed, the first opened up to a mix of scientists and soldiers, fully armed and ready to get into the building. Out of the second jet stepped Col. Lin, accompanied by a young red haired woman in glasses. He looked out towards the team assembling back into their own jet and caught sight of the Lieutenant, then waved him over for the debrief.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"I am grateful for the offer and accept it graciously," Eligor said, offering a brief bow before possessing the blade to Isabelle. "As to the other matter, I agree, let the recovery team handle it."

"Glad we agree." Isabelle remarked briefly before taking a firm grip on the pommel of the sword. She then held the grip with one hand, whilst balancing the blade with the other; allowing her to have a closer examination down its front. A look of intrigue appeared as she noticed the blade's design.

"I must say Eligor, despite the age of this sword, some of its detailing is exquisite, and rather unique. The materials that were used to make such a thing, I haven't ever seen used in the art of sword making before." Isabelle then wiped her hand across the blade, wiping off any blood or dirt, so she could see the inscription more clearly. She recognised the runic langauge used, and could even translate it. The two of them then began the walk back towards the jets, Vayle following closely behind them.

 

[IFS]

Garath looked at the girl, was she really Azkar? She looked almost the same but the armor, was gone and her hair and eye color had changed. Richard was addressing her as Azkar, and the others on the jet weren't correcting him.

"Azkar? Is that you? You've lost weight," he said, "What happened to your suit? did you send it in to get cleaned?"

He smiled awkwardly, clearly concerned as to what had happened. He glanced over the others in the plane, he recognized most of them, either from past missions with DICE or from the flight out here.

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

Azkar glared at Garath and whipped out her pistol, firing several shots in between his feet. Then with a wicked stare, accusingly asked "Are you implying I was overweight?"

Azkar ejected the magazine and cleared the chamber, then threw the magazine at Garath's stomach, fairly hard. "Well in a stroke of 'luck', I lost all of my powers and quirks." Azkar spat it out sarcastically and held her cheeks in her hands, frowning, she then whined. "Being Human sucks, you guys also suck. How long did it take you to kill that retarded worm thing? Seriously? It would have been faster to film a documentary on how the thing dies of old age."
Azkar flung up her hands and continued her rant, "Also, where is everyone? If this happened in any other mission I'd been on we'd all be dead. We're lucky the Demons ran off."

Azkar stood up and walked up to Richard, poking him firmly in-between the ribs. "I was off losing everything, wasn't I? I was a little busy to help you guys with a shitty flesh golem. So excuse me." She then grabbed him by the shirt with both hands and started shaking him, starting to sob. "I don't even know why I'm angry all of a sudden..." Azkar let go and rubbed at her eyes, then ran back onto the plane.

Azkar cried as she sat tucked away in with the cargo, then laughed mockingly "Immortality and super powers for emotions and hormones. The mortal world really has no prizes."

 

[DarkRawen]

At first, Azkar reacted to Garath's somewhat direct words, by shooting towards the man and getting angry and annoyed. Richad took a step away, but after she was done with Garath, he was next. She came closer, and poked him. It was bothersome, however, considering how she had treated Garath, Richard didn't really feel like taking a chance with her mood like that.

"I was off losing everything, wasn't I? I was a little busy to help you guys with a shitty flesh golem. So excuse me." She then grabbed him by the shirt with both hands and started shaking him, starting to sob. "I don't even know why I'm angry all of a sudden..."

When Azkar spoke in a sad voice, shaking him with little force compared to before, she suddenly seemed... so small. "You lost everything? Does that mean you're just a normal human?" he asked, but she ran away, into the jet. Richard looked towards Garath to see if he was okay, before heading in himself, trying to find somewhere to relax. He heard sobbing, and then laugher.

"Immortality and super powers for emotions and hormones. The mortal world really has no prizes."

Since he was fairly close to the cargo, he spotted Azkar. "Yeah," he added as he stood there, trying to decide whether he would go to the seats straight away, or if he would try to see if there were something to clean the shotgun with. He hadn't noticed it until he got into the jet, but the shotgun had blood on it from the demon. "It's really boring, the mortal life I mean." He looked in the cargo around Azkar for the items, but to be honest he had no idea what kind of items that would be, and instead he seemed completely lost.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Isabelle, Vayle and Eligor soon arrived back at the jet; amidst a commotion between Richard, Garath, and someone who looked rather much like Azkar, but different; who had stormed off deeper into the jet. As she boarded, Isabelle placed the sword that housed Eligor down on a nearby chair, and headed towards the cargo room, where she could hear the sounds of someone sobbing, with Richard standing around looking lost,and still holding on to that shotgun of is from earlier.

"What happened here Richard? And Azkar, its nice to see you back." Isabelle said in a concerned voice. Meanwhile, Vayle had been looking closely at Azkar, trying to figure out what had happened to her. She seemed confused by everything.

"Uh Master, something has caused a change in Miss Azkar's spirit; she is no longer registering as a half-demon in my astral sight."

"So, what is she registering as?"

"Mortal."

"I see." Isabelle sat down towards Azkar. "I'm sorry for your loss, being what you were; looked as if it was such a joy to you. Your still a valued member of this team, regardless of what you are physically." Without looking at Richard, she spoke in a calm tone.

"If your looking for something to clean that shotgun with, there are some cleaning supplies at the back of the cargo hold; on the right hand side, top layer of the container. Its where they are usually kept."

 

[DarkRawen]

After a short while Isabelle, Eligor and Vayle joined them in the cargo room. When Isabelle asked Richard what had happened, he sent her a look that said "Heck if I know", and continued looking around. Isabelle spoke to Vayle, and then to Azkar, so he decided to keep quiet. Suddenly Isabelle spoke to him, or at least, he assumed she did;

"If your looking for something to clean that shotgun with, there are some cleaning supplies at the back of the cargo hold; right hand side, top layer."

"Right," Richard answered, and looked where Isabelle had told him to. Almost instantly he found it. "Thanks." Already carrying the shotgun and his suitcase, he put down the latter and started cleaning the shotgun carefully. He realized the difference between the cleaning supplies meant for the shotgun, and the ones he had used before instantly, and while it was a bit more difficult to do, he managed to clean it somewhat decently fast, and tidied up what he had used. He had seen that many would keep cleaning it for almost an hour or so, but he only wanted it clean, not polished. He thought of getting back to his seat, but stayed in case something interesting happened in the cargo, considering how Azkar could react. He did keep his distance, of course.

 

[Nouw]

"Why? We're finished. They'll send some guys to keep the base secure, and we get to go back to base and drink coffee,"

"Personally, I find more enjoyment in helping secure and scour a place. Coffee can wait, my curiosity really can't," Danny replied. What was stopping him from drinking coffee on the job anyway? He wouldn't spill, he never did.

"Well, you do, anyway," she continued, wiping some of the blood from her face. "I get to stay up and clean guns."

The blood she wiped off fell on Danny's feet and it was at that moment he considered the agony she could have went through when she shed that blood. Danny assumed that it was a non-issue but it felt very real when on his shoes. He disregarded the thought and wiped it off on the grass.

"I ain't seen any," she replied with another shrug. "Then again, I'm not exactly a senior member. I guess if they really wanted, a demon could take the appearance of a giant bug, but what good would that do? Unless it was something with arms. ... Great, now I'm gonna be seeing massive praying manti in my sleep."

"You answered your own question, fear. You expect a demon, but you don't expect a 6-foot tall praying mantis, for example. If I was a demon, I'd take the form of the thing they last expect. Maybe a clown, if D.I.C.E. members aren't well versed in Stephen King's IT. Funny that, becau-" Danny stopped him from self from explaining; there was a chance Sophia hadn't read or seen IT. He hated spoilers and they were right next to petty thieves on his list of loathing. It was the only time he was careful, or aware, of what he said to others. Danny didn't consider the fact they may not care about the spoiling of their entertainment, and that they took some of his other comments more to heart. "Say, have you seen IT? A work of Stephen King I find oddly relevant in this conversation." He refused to say more.

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

Azkar leaned toward Isabelle and said flatly "I'm glad to be rid of that pathetic corruption, I wish I was older." Azkar stared at her large boots and waved them around slightly. "As for mortality being boring, I'd say sitting around doing nothing for an incomprehensible amount of time is more boring..." she then slammed her boots down hard. "I do miss a few things though."

Azkar laughed at Richard when she realized what he was doing. "You really need to clean that gun already? How many times did you even use it?" She then waved her arms around while she was still sitting as if she were wielding a two handed weapon. "I have to say guns are fairly boring compared to a decent sword though..."

 

[DarkRawen]

"You really need to clean that gun already? How many times did you even use it?"

Azkar said, mocking him, and waving her arms around. Richard wasn't fazed by her attitude, and instead tilted his head. "Well, only four times. However, considering how close I fired it and the amount of blood on the outside, not cleaning it could have bad consequences, right? Also, I like my items clean and ready for use," he said, and loaded the shotgun again. The empty shells he put in the box he had received them in, and then in his pocket.

"I have to say guns are fairly boring compared to a decent sword though..."

"I do agree," Richard said. "It's a horribly idiotic weapon, this shotgun, considering how it leaves the corpses. However, I can't use a sword, so I don't really have much of a choice if I want to protect myself. It's a good thing I'm not a soldier, right?" Richard looked at Azkar, smiling self-assured, not really showing much concern for anything. He then looked over at the seats, remembering something. "Oh, and also, I forgot my helmet before, but no worries, I didn't need it anyways. If I had been in need of it, I would have been dead."

 

[IFS]

Garath checked himself to make sure none of the shots had hit him, "Christ, don't do that!"

He could see that she had started talking to, or rather yelling at, Richard, so he climbed into the plane and found a seat. He stuck his fingers in his ears, trying to get the ringing from the gunshots to stop, at least his head was clear from the binding now. Once the ringing had stopped he pulled out his deck of cards and began shuffling, being fired at was not good for his nerves. He supposed that he should apologize for what he said at some point, but Azkar seemed a little too high-strung a moment for that to be a good idea.

 

[wilcoblackflame]

Crow gave an amused little salute to Lara. "I daresay that this is where we clock off for the time being, Captain. Time to go!"

He made his way back outside, retaking his usual appearance as he walked towards the jet. It would not do to startle those who weren't aware of his presence here by walking in looking decidedly demonic. It might even be fatal. On the other hand. It would be nice to not travel as freight this time.

He smiled as he entered. "Hello everyone. I'm quite looking forward to not being in a containment unit in the hold for the return journey."