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

[Evrant-Knight]

"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." Colonel Mercer remarked, sounding both uncertain about the situation and reassured that hopefully what they have is true.

"Fair enough, if you Colonel Mercer are willing to believe them for the time being; then that is how we shall have to play it. Anyway, Miss Noble, who are you going to recommend for this rather important mission?" Isabelle asked as she sat back in the chair as she began to think.

 

[Shadowstar38]

"Fair enough, if you Colonel Mercer are willing to believe them for the time being; then that is how we shall have to play it. Anyway, Miss Noble, who are you going to recommend for this rather important mission?"

"I've still been thinking it over," The woman said after finishing the report. Something on her faced looked as if something seemed disturbing, but she shook it off before continuing. "I have considered Solomon, Drell, or Byron. With the former two being the negotiator types. I would send you but, having just got off an assignment, you are likely in no hurry to be on a plane to Italy"

 

[Terratina.]

"Hell?" Isaac was taken aback by the request. That would be new on his list of places he's been to. Still, he questioned if it were possible."Maybe. That does kind of have one problem attached to it. Where is hell, exactly? Is it actually below the ground? Is it in another realm? How does it even work?"

Eligor thought deeply, how to explain it to a mortal? They understood death, but had a faint grasp of knowledge to do with the afterlife. But then again, this was something mortal knew instinctively, branded into their very souls. After all, the directions to the final destination was an important thing indeed. Couldn't just have spare souls everywhere. It was like explaining to somebody how to catch by solving a complex series of equations when other people knew how to do instinctively. Speaking of which, Isaac didn't seem like the sharpest tool in the toolbox, so Eligor had to keep this explanation simple. Which was a feat in itself. He searching for a nice simple parallel, and to his surprise, he found one.

"Sephirotic pathways, that is how it works." Eligor replied, projecting a series of glyphs on the ice, "Think subway stations, except these pathways are more hidden. But I'm sure if you--" Eligor then made a noise, as if he was clearing his throat, particularity because the next sentence would sound so cheesy, "--search your soul, you'll find the answer."

 

[DarkRawen]

"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."

"And then my head was messed up?" Richard asked. It didn't seem like there were anything very important that had happened. He had just decided to go to France with a couple of people he was pretty sure he had met the same day... that didn't seem like him, actually. As a matter of fact, it was the first time he had been in France at all, and the first time he had left DICE if he didn't count the trip he apparently had had to Minnesota. "Interesting. So, you are some kind of... werewolf?" He remembered that it was supposedly a D6 project he hadn't bothered to look into. Well, perhaps he had just ignored it, as the nature of it didn't sound like something he would be very happy about. But now... even if he had gotten Voltaire to make someone else do the work, he still needed to know about these kinds of things, and keep an eye on them.

"What kind of project is it, really?"

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"I've still been thinking it over." Christina said after finishing the report, and had a partially disturbed expression on her face, as if something didn't look quite right; she quickly shook it off before continuing. "I have considered Solomon, Drell, or Byron. With the former two being the negotiator types. I would send you but, having just got off an assignment, you are likely in no hurry to be on a plane to Italy."

"I can agree with you on both Solomon and Drell, their oratory skills are quite remarkable; perhaps you could send both of them on this mission, it would be good to have two points of view on it, to compare and analyse. Byron, the neurochemist on the other hand, I'm not sure his skills are quite what this mission calls for; then again since he hasn't been in D.I.C.E for less than a year, I'm not entirely sure what he is capable of. As for me, your right, given that I have just come off an assignment, and have had not a lot time to rest; I may not be in my best state of being for something like this. However, should this end up in tracking the priest down, I may be of some use there, but it all depends on how the game is played."

 

[Ruedyn]

"What kind of project is it, really?"
Kain stopped to think about this.
"As far as I was told, it has something to do with my DNA, it was allowed to have an implant. To test the strand, they decided to use wolf. Now I can transform into a half wolf monster." He had left a lot out, but there was a lot of black ink. Hell, the only person who really knows everything was the head of Biology. Kain sighed.
"So. What was that meeting about? Bitching about France, or are you up for a promotion for taking out that behemoth of a man?"

 

[Shadowstar38]

"Sephirotic pathways, that is how it works." Eligor replied, projecting a series of glyphs on the ice, "Think subway stations, except these pathways are more hidden. But I'm sure if you----search your soul, you'll find the answer."

"Riiiight..."

Great. The sword speaks in riddles.

Isaac looked over the glyphs, attempting to make some kind of sense of them, but it didn't seem to be getting through.

"What exactly am I searching my soul for exactly?"
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" However, should this end up in tracking the priest down, I may be of some use there, but it all depends on how the game is played."

"Thank you for the insight Ms. Hearte. I'll be sure to get them both on the mission right away. But for now, your report looks to be solid. Please try to take it easy"

Christina and Mercer bowed to Isabelle, signalling that she was free.
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While all the scientists and subjects chatted away in the mess hall, an old man, likely in his 60's, walked into the room with a suitcase under his arm. He coughed several times to get everyone's focus on himself.

"May I have your attention please everyone?"

Everyone ceased whatever they were doing and set their eyes on what they had known to be their division head. The man spoke up in the middle of the room with a booming voice.

"As you all know, my time in DICE is drawing to a close. It's been a good run with you folks, but my time is up. With that out of the way, I'd like you to know the person who will be taking my place"

The old man waved his hand over at Richard.

"This, is Richard Johnson. He will be taking over my duties as head of Division 6. Please treat him as you would myself. Congradulations chap. And everyone have a good day"

The old man walked out of the room as the silence was broken by the return of muttering around the room.

 

[DarkRawen]

"So. What was that meeting about? Bitching about France, or are you up for a promotion for taking out that behemoth of a man?"

Richard stopped eating and was about to answer, when the division head himself entered, and said he was going to quit. The old man then pointed at Richard.

"This, is Richard Johnson. He will be taking over my duties as head of Division 6. Please treat him as you would myself. Congradulations chap. And everyone have a good day"

The former head of D6 then left the room, leaving the new one quite shocked. Everyone stared Richard, he didn't like the attention. "Already? That was fast..." He tried to take a bit of one of the pretzels, but his mouth was already completely dry, so he drank his water. Richard could hear people murmur things like "Is this for real?" and "How did that happen?", mostly negativity involved. This was the worst place to be at right now, but he smiled to Kain, clearly bothered by it all. "Ehm... that should answer your question, although I have no idea why."

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"Thank you for the insight Ms. Hearte. I'll be sure to get them both on the mission right away. But for now, your report looks to be solid. Please try to take it easy." Christina said with concern as she raised a smile towards Isabelle, the same gesture was returned in kind as she rose from her seat.

"I shall definitely try at the very least. Should you or someone else need anything from me Miss Noble, I'll either be in my quarters, the Division Two common room, or the canteen. And thank you." Isabelle said politely as she turned to face the Colonel.

"Colonel Mercer, it has been a pleasure meeting you, hope we actually work together sometime in the future." Isabelle remarked, as she nodded her head in a sign of respect for the Division Three head. As she left the office, the door soon closed again by itself. Thinking that she rather talk to some people she knew, Isabelle headed up the elevator to the canteen area.

When Isabelle arrived, an old man, roughly in his 60's exited the room with a briefcase under one arm. Inside however, it was a scene of eerie calmness, as small groups of people began talking in quiet whispers. Isabelle noticed both Kain and Richard sitting at a nearby table, with Kain calmly eating some soup. She decided to sit at the same table as they were.

"Well hello you two, I trust everything is well? Say, what is up with everyone here, looks like they have received quite the shock."

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Meanwhile, back in Isabelle's quarters, a sleeping Vayle finally awoke; a heavy yawn accompanied her as she wiped the dust from her eyes. She looked around, and saw that there was no sign of Isabelle, nor the report she was writing earlier. This had Vayle slightly worried, Isabelle normally never left unannounced.

"I wonder where she could of gone. Hmm, must have taken the report to Miss Noble. Perhaps I'll find her if I have a little wonder about."

Vayle got out of bed, and changed her night attire into a clean looking version of her regular outfit. After doing some simple stretches to help wake herself up, she left the room in search of Isabelle.

 

[IFS]

Garath sat up, and rubbed his eyes, deciding that he simply wasn't going to manage to get any more sleep he resolved to get some food instead. He stood up, grabbed a clean set of clothes, dressed and headed out, deciding to go to the D6 canteen, he'd heard they had some sort of brekfast quiche he wanted to try.

He saw Vayle in the hall, it occured to him that this was the first time he'd seen her without Isabelle being around. She seemed to be looking for something, or perhaps someone.

"Hey Vayle, you looking for something?" he asked, walking up to her, "Maybe I can help."

What he really wanted to do was talk with her more about her half-real illusions, his book had little to say about them and he wondered if she could tell him how to make them, and if he could help her search then that would be a good opportunity to not only help but to talk to her.

 

[DarkRawen]

"Well hello you two, I trust everything is well? Say, what is up with everyone here, looks like they have received quite the shock."

Richard looked at Isabelle, and nodded. He sighed, head tilted. "Yeah, they did. The head, no, former head of division 6 just announced that he is done here." He didn't want to tell her, not yet. However, it felt like it had been years since he did what he wanted, no risks or anything involved. "Well, she'll find out before or later, right?" Richard smiled. "Hello, Isabelle Hearte. I'm Dr. Richard Johnson, Head of Division 6. I'm fine, although I don't know if the other members of the division are."

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Richard had looked at Isabelle and nodded. He then sighed and titled his head a little."Yeah, they did. The head, no, former head of Division 6 just announced that he is done here."

"Ah, so the old head of the Division must of been the old guy I saw earlier with the briefcase. I wonder who he was going to be replaced by?" Isabelle asked aloud, noticing that Richard was smiling at her, his mood definitely changed quick. "Hello, Isabelle Hearte. I'm Dr. Richard Johnson, Head of Division 6. I'm fine, although I don't know if the other members of the division are." Isabelle let the announcement sink in for a moment, then showed a smile. She noticed the silver badge that Richard had in his possession. At a guess, it was made of silver; and she knew all too well what that meant.

"Well, I guess a congratulations are in order then Richard. And please, no need to be formal; just call me Isabelle, after all, we are friends, aren't we?"

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Vayle continued to search fervently through the halls of Division Two, looking in all the places that Isabelle might have gone to; when suddenly she bumped into Garath.

"Hey Vayle, you looking for something?" He asked walking up to her. "Maybe I can help."

" Oh, hello Garath, you almost gave me a bit of a jump their; which is ironic coming from a spirit. I'm just looking for Isabelle thats all, haven't seen since a couple of hours ago before I went to sleep. Last I remember she was writing a report for the Division Head, Christina Noble. Tried asking there, but she said that Isabelle had already delivered her report and left. Mind if I tag along with you and look for her?" Vayle asked, her tone changing from a mixture of calm to slight nervousness.

 

[Ruedyn]

"Well hello you two, I trust everything is well? Say, what is up with everyone here, looks like they have received quite the shock."
"Uhm... Hi." Kain was still silently shocked, however mean that may be. The guy he had known for a day was up for a promotion? Part of him saw an opportunity, and he silently kicked himself for even thinking about exploiting his... friends(?) new position.
"Oh, wait I recognize you. Please send my thanks to your spirit thingy for the clothes. The curtains were geting dirty..."

 

[DarkRawen]

"Well, I guess a congratulations are in order then Richard. And please, no need to be formal; just call me Isabelle, after all, we are friends, aren't we?"

Richard drank some more water. There were something about Isabelle's tone that made him tense. "Oh, yeah, I'm sorry, I still have a bit trouble remembering everything, but thank you, I'll do my best." "Although, I don't know at what. It won't be too good for anyone else, I think." Richard didn't know what to say next, but Kain spoke instead.

"Oh, wait I recognize you. Please send my thanks to your spirit thingy for the clothes. The curtains were geting dirty..." Richard decided to keep quiet, he definitely didn't know what Kain was talking about, so it had to have happened while he wasn't there or something like that.

 

[IFS]

" Oh, hello Garath, you almost gave me a bit of a jump their; which is ironic coming from a spirit. I'm just looking for Isabelle thats all, haven't seen since a couple of hours ago before I went to sleep. Last I remember she was writing a report for the Division Head, Christina Noble. Tried asking there, but she said that Isabelle had already delivered her report and left. Mind if I tag along with you and look for her?"

"Sure, I was headed to the D6 canteen, maybe we'll find her there," Garath said, then began to walk down the hallway, towards the canteen.

"By the way, do you mind if I ask you about your illusions, more specifically how you make them partly real?" he said. He had been considering possibilities of imbuing his illusions with even the smallest fraction of reality for some time now, as it was his illusions could produce light and sound, but the moment anyone tried to touch them and they were useless, if they had substance then he could do all sorts of things with them, he briefly envisioned creating an illusion of himself and having it get him coffee, it would certainly be better than summoning imps, if it could even work that way.

 

[deathbydeath]

When Byron woke up, he was more tired than when he had gone to sleep. Sitting up in his bed, Byron noticed that he was still wearing his lab coat, as opposed to normal dress. He began to grumble, as this meant that he probably had forgotten to clean up in his lab four levels down. After taking off his coat and folding it, Byron changed into an unassuming outfit of dark grey slacks and matching sweater before gathering some things and headed to the central elevator. Still grumbling up a small storm, he paced over to where he was working a few hours earlier. Seeing the room uncleaned and in a messy state, his grumbling became low cursing as he set himself to the task of cleaning his lab. As he was washing out the test tubes, a commotion was stirring around outside his lab.

Keeping to his task of cleaning the glass containers, he settled with listening in as the former head of D6 publicly announced his resignation and handed the reins over to a guy named Richard. Deciding against caring, Byron's only concern was that this Richard guy wasn't a dick and let him continue to use space on level 6. Other than that, he was decidedly neutral as he was officially a D2 member, anyway. Finally fixing his lab back to its proper clean state, Byron decided to head outside to locate some kind of drink. His head was cracking open in one ***** of a headache, and he dare not try any of his painkillers until he was entirely certain that the Mokka was out of his system, Hoping he wouldn't tear anybody apart before or after he got some alcohol into his system, Byron opened his door and stepped outside.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"Oh, wait I recognize you. Please send my thanks to your spirit thingy for the clothes. The curtains were getting dirty..." Kain said after a nervous hello, and from the looks of it, he was still slightly in shock that Richard had just been made Division Six head.

"I'll make a note of that Kain, Vayle will be pleased that her work was well received."

"Oh, yeah, I'm sorry, I still have a bit trouble remembering everything, but thank you, I'll do my best." Richard said after drinking some more water. It looked as though he wanted to speak next, but Kain had interupted him before he could.

"That's alright Richard, I'm sure in time the memories will come back. As long as you don't lose sight of what is important, then I'm sure you'll do well in your new position." Isabelle remarked, still seeing the badge that Richard had but luckily hadn't drawn attention to the fact that she was looking at it. She briefly left her seat to get some food, and came back with a bowl of pasta and some herbs for flavour.

"Will you want to celebrate later, or do you have work that needs getting back to?"

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"Sure, I was headed to the D6 canteen, maybe we'll find her there." Garath said as the pair of them began walking down the hallway. Then came a rather interesting question.

"By the way, do you mind if I ask you about your illusions, more specifically how you make them partly real?"

"Hmm, you know Garath, that has been something I have been wondering myself. I guess the best way I could explain is that whenever I create an illusion, I feel as though a part of me gets put in there; with more complex illusions taking more out of me in terms of stamina. Perhaps using a part of me, gives the illusions more form and a definite solid shape, allowing it to act like the original. Though for some reason, that doesn't apply to my roses, I can pretty much conjure those at will for some reason. Oh and by the way, thanks for helping me look for Isabelle."

 

[DarkRawen]

"That's alright Richard, I'm sure in time the memories will come back. As long as you don't lose sight of what is important, then I'm sure you'll do well in your new position."

Richard wouldn't lose sight of what was important, albeit that was something completely different from what Isabelle was thinking about. He just smiled, and she left to get some food. People around them seemed to have calmed down, somewhat, Richard only having to deal with the occasional glance. After a while, Isabelle returned.

"Will you want to celebrate later, or do you have work that needs getting back to?"

"Celebrate? Why?" Richard asked, not sure what she was referring to. He had never been one for celebrating, the same way he had never been one for mourning. Both required an amount of emotion he rarely displayed. He then tilted his head, realizing why she had said it. "You mean because of my position?" If he had anything to celebrate, it was that he had narrowly avoided the worst outcome. Celebrating the fact that he was a pawn didn't feel that well. "I'll probably have to work," he said. "Also, I'm still kind of... well, off from before." From before, when he had killed Zorrama, and that Azkar had died. When he had finally contacted his sister again, and then gotten dragged into Division Zero. There were too much for him to know how he felt, just that part of it was horribly empty.

"But I'll be fine," he said, more to himself than to any of the two others.

 

[IFS]

"Hmm, you know Garath, that has been something I have been wondering myself. I guess the best way I could explain is that whenever I create an illusion, I feel as though a part of me gets put in their; with more complex illusions taking more out of me in terms of stamina. Perhaps using a part of me, gives the illusions more form and a definite solid shape, allowing it to act like the original. Though for some reason, that doesn't apply to my roses, I can pretty much conjure those at will for some reason. Oh and by the way, thanks for helping me look for Isabelle."

"Happy to help," he said, considering what she had said about her illusions, "I doubt I could do that with my illusions, not being a spirit and all," he continued, he had an idea about how he could achieve such a thing with the magics at his disposal, but he hated using necromancy, and using dead souls to power a spell was not something he wanted to do.

They reached the canteen, Garath held the door for Vayle, scanning the room he saw Isabelle, sitting with Richard and Kain, he pointed them out to Vayle, and then went over and sat next to them.

"What going on?" he asked, to no one in particular.

 

[Shadowstar38]

The ground beneath the solider's feet wobbled and moved around, sending him off balance and stammering around. The monster that was before him began to look as if it was all part of some dream. Was this a trick? No. Just the drugs.

Each man there got the same strange feeling and swayed back and both. They all laid down their guns for fear of hurting themselves in their confused state, and laid out on the grass until their episode was over.

One of the men, after disarming himself, strolled over to Azkar and hugged her.

"Je suis désolé bizarre baiseur. Je ne sais pas pourquoi j'étais si en colère contre vous. Soyons amis ok?"