Hell's Uprising

[VaudevillianVeteran]

Dahlia's eyes snapped open. The cool night air welcomed her as she turned to see where she was. Somewhere new. She gave a giggle when she realized what had happened, stopping in her tracks.
I've been sleepwalking...I was asleep...but then i heard that voice...I must've gotten here somehow...Van Pasterbealt's home is my destination...
"I think i know the way..." She to herself as she walked through the darkened suburbs humming to herself.

 

[TheSentinel]

Carlyle sat in his house. The crook stood against the south wall. Raphael then appeared into the room, and Carlyle sat in attention.

"It has begun. The Lancea Longini is in our possession. But, the Infernals know this, and will be coming for it." Raphael tells him.

"Lancea Longini? Is that some sort of pasta?" Carlyle asked.

"No. It is the what you would refer to as the Spear of Christ. It is of great importance. It is one of the only things we can use to truly defeat the Mortal Sins." Raphael informs him.

"Mortal Sins? How do we defeat a non-tangible truth?" Carlyle asked again.

"The Mortal Sins are the Generals of Hell. They each have champions, and are very powerful. We must protect the Lancea Longini. If it falls into the hands of the Infernals, all might be lost." Raphael tells him, grimly.

"Well, where is it?" Carlyle asked, growing impatient.

 

[SteakHeart]

Jackson saw another chick walk down the driveway as who he assumed was Van got out of the car. They all looked at him.

"Er... Hi! How's everybody going? Hehe..."

 

[Xero Scythe]

-------------Lust
Lust whispered in Valentina's ear. "That is a Holy Champion. Be wary." When Valentina turned around, there was no one there.

Spoiler: OOC

The Lancea Longini is at the whatever place were Van suggested he and Greed steal some stuff.

 

[VaudevillianVeteran]

Dahlia stopped at the end of the driveway. The feeling in her stomach stopped too.
"This is the place."
She snapped out of her trance-like state noticing the man standing on the doorstep. She gave a smile, feeling a strange vibe from him and deciding to take a step backwards.

 

[SteakHeart]

"Erm... can I talk to Van?" Van walked up to him.

"Yes?"

"Yes... I was wondering if you knew anything about Eddie Vasquez?"

 

[Azraellod]

Your first job is as follows. Find Van Pasterbelt.

Curtis was already on a job? Hmm... this must be urgent if they're sending him to do things this quickly. I wonder where I'm supposed to go...

You're already going there.

Startled, Curtis looked around. He was sitting on a moterbike, heading towards a destination that he didn't know. In shock, he took his hands off the handlebars, and the bike continued to drive there. He went white, and passed out, presenting the very off sight of a fully unconscious man riding a moterbike.

His mind was messed up. He needed the time to sleep and get it sorted out in his head as to why he kept changing locations without remembering. Right now, he had no idea what was happening, and would need to find that out when he got to wherever he was going...

Spoiler: OOC

Hmm... sorry, it's not great. I just don't know where everything is, and don't like having random coincidence bring my character there, so I went with this.

 

[SteakHeart]

Spoiler: OOC

How about now that I'm near some Infernals, maybe they can try some of their persuasion powers?

 

[SteakHeart]

"Vasquez... the name doesn't ring a bell. I'm sorry."

"Oh. Then I'll just le-" Jackson began, but was cut off by Van.

"You wont be leaving anytime soon, champion." Jackson saw another man, this time on a motorbike, pull into a driveway.

"Oh, this is just great. What next, a seventy-year-old SAS veteran popping up and landing on me-" Jackson once again began, but was interruprted by a seventy-year-old SAS veteran landing on him.

 

[Xero Scythe]

"Vasquez... the name doesn't ring a bell. I'm sorry."

"Oh. Then I'll just le-" Jackson began, but was cut off by Van.

"You wont be leaving anytime soon, champion." Jackson saw another man, this time on a motorbike, pull into a driveway.

"Oh, this is just great. What next, a seventy-year-old SAS veteran popping up and landing on me-" Jackson once again began, but was interruprted by a seventy-year-old SAS veteran landing on him.

steak... you gotta stop controlling other characters. seriously.

 

[SteakHeart]

"Vasquez... the name doesn't ring a bell. I'm sorry."

"Oh. Then I'll just le-" Jackson began, but was cut off by Van.

"You wont be leaving anytime soon, champion." Jackson saw another man, this time on a motorbike, pull into a driveway.

"Oh, this is just great. What next, a seventy-year-old SAS veteran popping up and landing on me-" Jackson once again began, but was interruprted by a seventy-year-old SAS veteran landing on him.

steak... you gotta stop controlling other characters. seriously.

Spoiler: OOC

Gah, sorry. I seem to be too eager to get into the action. Maybe I should take a break for a little?

 

[Xero Scythe]

"Vasquez... the name doesn't ring a bell. I'm sorry."

"Oh. Then I'll just le-" Jackson began, but was cut off by Van.

"You wont be leaving anytime soon, champion." Jackson saw another man, this time on a motorbike, pull into a driveway.

"Oh, this is just great. What next, a seventy-year-old SAS veteran popping up and landing on me-" Jackson once again began, but was interruprted by a seventy-year-old SAS veteran landing on him.

steak... you gotta stop controlling other characters. seriously.

Spoiler: OOC

Gah, sorry. I seem to be too eager to get into the action. Maybe I should take a break for a little?

nah, im just saying, ease up a little. no-one like it when someone else controls their character. they might have a badass post that can only fit there and then. when you control them, they can't do what they want.


IDEA!!!!
okay, whoever controls another character will be attacked by a boss that they cannot beat, thus you must run, which ends the control, or die, which ends all control. sound good to you guys?

 

[Azraellod]

Spoiler: OOC

I'd like to try and continue, but I haven't had a clear idea what's going on since post 118.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Spoiler: OOC

I'd like to try and continue, but I haven't had a clear idea what's going on since post 118.

Okay, Summary:

Steak got impatient and somehow knew by osmosis where everybody was. Now, the Infernals are at Van's house. you went to Van's house. Steak controlled your character to jump on him to stop him from being killed or something. any questions?

 

[Aqualung]

The second time around was easier for Valentina to gather her bearings after being ported, though the air felt and tasted much different here. Stepping out from the bushes behind the fellow's house where Lust had left her, she moved slowly in the darkness of the night, watching her footing carefully.

Still unseen, she crept along the side of the house, pausing around a corner. A group of people stood assorted along the driveway and front porch. As they spoke, one word stood out to her.

"...champion."

She froze, then pressed her back against the wall, listening to the others around the corner with a faint smile on her face.

 

[SteakHeart]

"Vasquez... the name doesn't ring a bell. I'm sorry."

"Oh. Then I'll just le-" Jackson began, but was cut off by Van.

"You wont be leaving anytime soon, champion." Jackson saw another man, this time on a motorbike, pull into a driveway.

"Oh, this is just great. What next, a seventy-year-old SAS veteran popping up and landing on me-" Jackson once again began, but was interruprted by a seventy-year-old SAS veteran landing on him.

steak... you gotta stop controlling other characters. seriously.

Spoiler: OOC

Gah, sorry. I seem to be too eager to get into the action. Maybe I should take a break for a little?

nah, im just saying, ease up a little. no-one like it when someone else controls their character. they might have a badass post that can only fit there and then. when you control them, they can't do what they want.


IDEA!!!!
okay, whoever controls another character will be attacked by a boss that they cannot beat, thus you must run, which ends the control, or die, which ends all control. sound good to you guys?

Spoiler: OOC

ALright. Also, he fell on me because I wanted to find a way for Caryle to get there. And if I control another person's character again, I will punch myself in my tender spot while forcing myself to watch Twilight.

 

[Azraellod]

Curtis woke up. His motorcycle had stopped outside a house somewhere.

He glanced around at the curious assortment of people around him. They seemed to be fairly ordinary, neither satanic nor holy as far as he could tell.

He had no idea what was going on, where he was, and who he was with, save for one thing that he remembered. He supposed he would have to ask, since there was no other way to determine who anyone was.

"I'm sorry, I hope you don't mind me asking anyone, but which of you is Van Pasterbelt?"

Spoiler: OOC

Sorry, it's not great, but I have no idea what else to do here.

 

[VaudevillianVeteran]

Dahlia didn't like this feeling, she hid it well, a smile playing around her lips, she kept a hand to her side in case she needed her razor blade.

"It seems that Van is a popular soul isn't he?" Dahlia spoke with a light tone, twirling a ringlet with her other hand, pacing slightly.