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

[Shadowstar38]

"I don't know, and I doubt you know. I will take a look at it, if I have to decide, and I will find out about it. I don't like having someone's rights chopped off, even if they should be a demon. If I do find out that they have, then yes. I haven't seen a single useful experiment done in the labs that can't be done in the fields, or through other means. If they are as mindless as everyone assumes, then I'll have to rethink my stance on this matter."

The second American sat back in his seat, contemplating what he heard. He whispered to all the other men around him. After a minute of discussion, they each wrote on a piece of paper and laid in in front of the man with the mask. He sat still, viewing it for all of two minutes. Then he finally looked up at Richard.

He could fully see the details of the mask now. It was fleshy looking, made of some realistic material. The shape of it, was that of a creature screaming out in horror.

"One final question Richard Johnson," He spoke in a very low and gravely voice. It was something that sounded almost sub-human. "You said that collecting and testing DNA was what was most important. But say there was a situation where ending a demon's life destroys the body. Where a demon that understood the concept of freedom had to be kept alive for the data to be collected. Would you still to refuse to allow it to be experimented on? Even if the information could save someone later?

What is really more important? Freedom? Or Knowledge?"

 

[DarkRawen]

"You said that collecting and testing DNA was what was most important. But say there was a situation where ending a demon's life destroys the body. Where a demon that understood the concept of freedom had to be kept alive for the data to be collected. Would you still to refuse to allow it to be experimented on? Even if the information could save someone later?

What is really more important? Freedom? Or Knowledge?"

Richard closed his eyes, not knowing what to say, and needing to think. He felt dizzy, but suddenly, he realized something. The question sounded as if it was between freedom and knowledge. It wasn't. It was between someone else's freedom, and his knowledge, and in this situation, possibly his freedom. It was between what was more important, himself and what he wanted, and someone else's freedom. To banish his feelings and morals, in order to live as he pleased, in order to feed his interest. It was painfully obvious, when put like that, it had been what he had done all his life.

"Knowledge," Richard said, wanting to be somewhere else. He was almost admitting to DICE's methods now, weren't he? Ignoring freedom in order to get what they wanted. Or was this even what they wanted to hear? He didn't know. "The most important thing is knowledge."

 

[Shadowstar38]

"The most important thing is knowledge."

The masked man put his head down again and sat in thought. He leaned over to the first man, the German, again. After a few words of back and forth between the two, the German finally stood up and walked over to Richard until he was directly infront of him, then gazed down into his eyes.

"Would you please stand before me Mister Johnson?"

 

[DarkRawen]

"Would you please stand before me Mister Johnson?"

Richard nodded slowly, stood up, and went over to the man. He really didn't want to do this, but the door was shut, the bear probably outside. Them deciding he was acceptable, was the only way out of it, and he didn't see that happening.

 

[Ruedyn]

Kains' walk with the bear was short, the conversation shorter. He made it back to his barracks once more, hoping for another mission dossier. There was none, and Kains' frown deepend. He decided to take a nap, and perhaps he'd visit the cafeteria later. He laid down, and fell asleep once more.

Spoiler: Dream of Kain.

Morning. Or at least close to it, it was 4 in the morning. The blood on the decks told the spectator it was recently after the attack.
His shot was lucky, a bullet through the nose, but he knew it wasn't dead. Somehow, they all knew. Kain looked over the rail again, perhaps hoping to find the demon, hanging on the ship, trying to climb up and finish the job. At least then there would be some closure.
Of course there was none. He shuddered at the thought of some poor fisherman, or some beach goers finding her and trying to help her as they had. He pushed it out of his mind. He could feel the cold, and went inside.
He found his barracks, people pretending to sleep. He doubted they could after seeing the demon kill their friends, after throwing the carcass, calling it a corpse at that point would sound too sarcastic, overboard into the sea. He walked into the bathroom, and looked at himself. He had no idea he would turn into the pale, scrawny creature he was today, no idea of the months spent in a sterilized white room, with the barest animal intelligence, muzzled like the mongrel he was. No, he was Kevin Fairbairn, private first class and self proclaimed love machine. He had recently gotten a letter from some company that named themselves after some gambling equipment. CHIP or some such, he barely glanced at it. That day he read the letter, and almost threw it away. He didn't though. It made too much sense to him, though he wasn't a practicing catholic he could still believe in demons. Though after the other day, he knew they weren't the Judeo-Christian sort. He'd have to wait till they ported to do anything about this new information. But that was then. Bridges, and the crossing thereof.

Kain woke up, and frowned. He had slept perhaps 20 minutes. He sighed and made his way to the cafeteria.

 

[Shadowstar38]

"The questions we asked you, had neither right, nor wrong answers. But they did give us a small view into the kind of person we would be dealing with. Some of us believe you are unfit for this position"

The man held out his arm, forcing the silver badge Richard once had in his possession into his hand. He looked down at it for a moment.

"However, as you've said, sometimes we men have to listen to the logic. And though we are split in this decision, we have found that it is in this board's best interests to award you with the position of Head of Division 6, with the title of Doctor Richard Johnson"

The man took out a pin and jabbed it into Richard's hand, drawing just enough blood to dot it onto the badge.

"You will take this position effective immediately, and receive all responsiblity that is granted under your title"

The dot of blood soaked into Richard's badge, leaving it a crimson color for a second, before turning back to it's silver hue. The man handed it back to Richard and nodded.

"That will be all Doctor Johnson"

 

[DarkRawen]

"That will be all Doctor Johnson"

"I'm... I'm the boss of D6? How?" Richard almost couldn't stand. How?
The pin had been returned to his hand and he held it firmly within his palm. "Yeah. I'll take my leave now." He turned around automatically, and walked to the door. Wasn't this too much? How could they have chosen him? Him. Richard Johnson. The man who didn't even want to be there. "It has to be because of Voltaire. He must have more influence than I thought." Richard was fairly confident, he never really doubted himself when it came to a lot of things. But he was not someone you would leave in charge of a whole division. Right?

He left the room, silently. Then he opened his hand, and looked at the badge. DICE, was written on it. It was the sign of his responsibilities over D6. Responsibilities he would soon have to break, due to having made a deal with Voltaire.

He felt bad again. Guilt? Richard decided to hide the fact that he was Head of Division 6 for as long as he could still be free from commitments he didn't know if he cared about, and went to the cafeteria to have something, anything, to drink.

 

[Shadowstar38]

The soldiers scrambled out of formation when the "thing" they had captured hit the ground. They shakily aimed their rifles down at the creature as it's chest snapped around the girl within it's cavity.

They tried to form up and surround it, but none wanted to hazard getting in towards the front. They were clearly not prepared for this.

"Tuez-le! Tuez-le maintenant!"

One of the men closed in one the creature, firing his gun wildly it while the others remained back, only looking on.

 

[Ruedyn]

Kain was sitting silently, stirring some soup with his spoon. He wasn't allowed to have meat. They joked it was because it was cliche, but Kain knew better. They didn't want him to go feral. He noticed Richard enter the large area, and decided to approach him.
"Hello, Richard. Still an amnesiac?" Kain asked with a smile, sitting next to him.

 

[DarkRawen]

"Hello, Richard. Still an amnesiac?"

"Huh?" Richard hadn't noticed the guy before he spoke, he had been too busy looking away from the three or so scientists that had heard what the bear said. They probably thought he was grabbing for the position, and had been yelled at for even trying. That was how he wanted it, as long as possible. He had found a seat in the corner, but not yet decided on something to drink. He looked at the man who had placed himself beside him, only remembering him as the friendly neighborhood wolf guy. "Yeah, a bit. I don't remember your name, I'm sorry." He didn't want to talk about what had just happened, though the man had to know a bit since he had talked to the bear before.

 

[Ruedyn]

"Yeah, a bit. I don't remember your name, I'm sorry."
Kain smiled warmly,
"Hm, suppose that answers my question, doesn't it? My name is Kain. I was in France with you and Azkar. You didn't seem to want to visit the museum, and I don't blame you for that. Any bells ringing in that brain of yours?"

 

[DarkRawen]

"Hm, suppose that answers my question, doesn't it? My name is Kain. I was in France with you and Azkar. You didn't seem to want to visit the museum, and I don't blame you for that. Any bells ringing in that brain of yours?"

"Kain, Azkar. France... museum." It sounded familiar, but strange. Why would he go to France? Also, that Azkar... she had died, according to Kain before. The name was really familiar, but he couldn't think of what she looked like. He knew she was a girl, somehow, but for some reason she didn't have a set appearance in his mind. "Azkar died?" he asked, feeling a bit of a loss. "How?"

 

[Ruedyn]

"Azkar died? How?"
Kain blinked.
"Where'd that come from?" He sighed, a sad smile on his face,
"In truth, she died twice that day. The first time was trying to rescue you. The second time, she was an angel who misunderstood what was happening. DICE killed her, but you were saved. Small victories?" he chuckled lightly, with no real mirth.
"What happened with Zorrama, any ways? I killed his associate, but I never learned what happened to him..."

 

[DarkRawen]

"Where'd that come from?" He sighed, a sad smile on his face,
"In truth, she died twice that day. The first time was trying to rescue you. The second time, she was an angel who misunderstood what was happening. DICE killed her, but you were saved. Small victories?"

Richard looked at Kain, not wanting to say that he hadn't been in danger, not at that time at least. So, Azkar had died, and he was saved? He was happy to be alive, but he didn't feel any less empty knowing this, perhaps he felt even worse. He did, however, believe what Kain said, because something didn't surprise him about the fact that Azkar had been an angel the second time, she had had several other forms before. Had she? He thought so. Kain continued with a question on his own.

"What happened with Zorrama, any ways? I killed his associate, but I never learned what happened to him..."

Richard was about to speak, but then he remembered what Voltaire had said. "All I can say is that I killed him. Everything else is protected by the Alighieri Code." Richard said it coldly, sounding almost automatic. That was right, he was a spy for Voltaire now. "I'm sorry," he added.

 

[Ruedyn]

"All I can say is that I killed him. Everything else is protected by the Alighieri Code. I'm sorry,"
Kain chuckled again,
"You know how silly that sounds right? Sir Richard Johnson of the Illuminati?" he covered his mouth and composed himself.
"Oh well, keep your secret. Bad guy is dead, one of us made the ultimate sacrifice, twice, and I end up keeping my hide. Sounds like a successful mission to me. The fact it wasn't official can be left out of the history books, I think."

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

"Tuez-le! Tuez-le maintenant!"

As impacts ricocheted off her chitin and bit into her muscles Azkar became worried that the dull pain would be the least of her problems if reinforcements came in. She cursed. For some reason she'd known French back when she was off with Richard and Kain, but now all she knew was English. She couldn't even remember a single bit of demonic. As if she'd simply borrowed her language from someone else. Azkar figured she didn't have much time and wouldn't be able to escape without getting wounded and brought to a halt or having to massacre all of the soldiers, who were only doing there job. Deep inside her chest Azkar chuckled, she had a plan, a plan so crazy it would hopefully work.

Azkar reached into all of their minds at once. She collapsed at the effort, but managed to plant a little thought in all of their unprotected and confused minds.

They all now 'remembered' that they had all tried acid right before this exercise because they thought it'd be funny.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"It's a very dire situation ma'am. The Americans and the Italians are awfully cross at each other. The Vatican want to send their own agents into the States to capture a Priest that they believe is bringing follows into the employ of demons. Seems outright preposterous, but they claim to have solid proof. Which of course, will not leave the walls of the church. I need an outside mediator with a cool head to speak with the church and find out exactly what their issues are with this man." Colonel Mercer said, sounding concerned about the situation; and who could blame him; The Vatican always had this fanatical belief that they were more suited to the job of slaying demons than anyone else was. The begrudged co-existence between the two organizations was one of the few things that was keeping from a conflict breaking out.

"I see, and your right Colonel Mercer, this is a very dire situation indeed. If word ever caught wind that a Vatican priest was seen consorting with demons, it might cause some people as they say to lose faith in the church; no pun intended. It would be safe to assume then that whoever is sent on this mission, will not only have to see what their problems are with one of their priests, but also to see if this evidence they have is both believable and existent. I mean, does D.I.C.E believe them?"

 

[DarkRawen]

"You know how silly that sounds right? Sir Richard Johnson of the Illuminati?"

Richard nodded, and smiled mischievously, it was kind of funny, but he turned serious fast. If he was this bad at hiding something, how the hell could he even do anything as a spy?

"Oh well, keep your secret. Bad guy is dead, one of us made the ultimate sacrifice, twice, and I end up keeping my hide. Sounds like a successful mission to me. The fact it wasn't official can be left out of the history books, I think."

Richard wasn't too sure of Kain's definition of a successful mission, but he didn't feel like going into details on the topic, both because he wasn't allowed to, and because he didn't like what he had heard. "I'll go get something to eat," he said, and left the table. After a while, he returned, carrying a rather big glass of water, and some pretzels. "So," he started, wanting to change the topic for a while. When would they announce that he had become the head? The very same day? A few days from now? "I was in France with you and... Azkar. And then I didn't go to a museum. What else happened?"

 

[Shadowstar38]

"I see, and your right Colonel Mercer, this is a very dire situation indeed. If word ever caught wind that a Vatican priest was seen consorting with demons, it might cause some people as they say to lose faith in the church; no pun intended. It would be safe to assume then that whoever is sent on this mission, will not only have to see what their problems are with one of their priests, but also to see if this evidence they have is both believable and existent. I mean, does D.I.C.E believe them?"

"It sounds quite plausible. The church is not full of stupid people. They are aware of our cynicism when it comes to works of their faith. They would not create such trifles with another nation without something substantial. We are inclined to hear them out on this case"

 

[Ruedyn]

"So, I was in France with you and... Azkar. And then I didn't go to a museum. What else happened?"
Kains smile lessened but remained.
"We headed to a cafe. You two wanted something to eat, and I smelled wine on you later so apparently you drank as well. I wouldn't really know. A man interrupted us before I could get my food, so I followed him to see what he was on about. I learned he was just a doctor interested in the fact Azkar had no legs at the time, though he was with that associate of Zorrama so I doubt he was that good of a person."