"BOSS!" Edge shouted. A moment later, Boss appeared next to Edge.
"What's new?" Boss asked.
"Are the people in the church safe?" Edge asked.
Boss shrugged. "So far as I could tell. They were a little shaken up, but considering that they were taken hostage..."
Edge nodded. "You've got a new job. Find anyone that's wounded, and bring them over here. After that, check up on everyone in the group, make sure they're-"
"WHERE DID HE GO?" Boss shouted, pointing to...apparently nothing.
Edge blinked and shook his head. "Who are we-"
"SHERIFF ************!" Boss shouted. "I PUT HIM IN A BOX SO HE WOULDN'T HURT ANYONE. OR HIMSELF." Boss waved his hand, and the invisible box disintegrated. "New plan;" Boss said, floating upwards. "Edge, you go find injured people and bring them over here. I'm going to go find our psychotic friend before he hurts someone."
Before Edge could tell Boss how unnecessary that was, Boss had flown into the sky, leaving Edge to do most of the heavywork.
Ella kept at her flight level as she bluntly replied to the men leveling rifles her way. "We're just some people called in to break this little siege. If there's more coming in to attack you today, we'll clear them out just the same. So take a minute to get your panties untwisted and collect yourself before I have my friend over here help you." She thumbed to Rugal, and the flecks of blood on her clothes and wings certainly helped 'sell' the image.
Battle in the Shop? - Caim/Slindis
Slindis stood up and looked to the belligerent shopkeeper as she put a hand on his shoulder. [color=c200]"We're here to help, so we can all calm down here. do you need food and water?"[/color] If she had to play the good cop to Caim, she was more than able to. She even went and patched up some of the shopkeeper's minor injuries using suplies found in the store to placate him.
Inside The Church
Devon took it on herself to call out to the others while Chris and Garm talked.. [color=00c863]"Look, we're the ones that came in here to help you. By this point the people holding you all are gone and if not they will be shortly. Follow us so we can get you all back to safety."[/color]
While she waited for the others to follow, she replied to Chris. [color=00c863]"Chris, you aren't causing a problem for any of us so you can relax. You did pretty good to be honest, and way better than I would have when I started! Right, Garm?"[/color]
(The Long Game)Blackwater City: Facilier Casino : (David) West, Jenny, David A, Maka Albarn, Melethia, Angelus, Shinia Hatashi
Mel took notice of the briefcases as she subtly got a bit closer there, unsure if they were filled with funds or if they were instead packed with explosives. In addition, if any of the others needed a hand, she was ready to lend it.
However, she would have to get a look in one of them and that would mean unlocking it first. If she aimed to do that, she would want to get close...
With that in mind, she saw the lack of attention as her chance to run into the woman with a frantic and scared look on her face. "SOrry miss, but have you seen my dad? He said he'd be off to the tables for a game of cards, but I can't find him anywhere! It's way far to get back home and we're just visitors..." The rather young elf punctuated her act with some sniffling and tearing up, and she aimed to look the part of a rather disoriented and scared girl.
(The Ballad Of Stoneridge)Stoneridge: Rugal/Deadshot
"What my feathered friend here said is true. We have no intention of harming or letting you come to harm. All we seek is some answers to some rather odd questions. Namely, why this town was attacked and if they are related to a scheme that poses a grave threat to us all. In exchange, we will be more then willing to assist you in reparations and security." Rugal calmly explained as he kept his hands raised slightly, trying to ease the shaken survivors.
"So how about it? Why did someone want to try so hard to wipe this settlement off the map?" He then asked as he slowly walked over to the now open gates of the fort as Ella flew overhead, hoping that wouldn't be too trigger happy. "Ella, if they open fire, don't retaliate. Even if they are violent, they have reason to be distrustful, considering the state of their region." He went over the ring as he kept his hands slightly raised and were everyone could see them.
Deadshot meanwhile scoffed at Wanderer's statement as he threw down his bag of swag and began to root though it. "Hey, the contents of that card are worth more then the entirety of this entire rock! But I will need some "Compensation" in the meantime, bullets aren't cheap." He said as he went though priceless valuables and trinkets, picking out any gold he could find. "Besides, if I get my card back, then I'll be able to pay them back with interest." He then added as he pulled out a necklace of expensive pearls, trying it on and actually considering wearing it.
(The Long Game)Blackwater City: Facilier Casino: (David) West, Jenny, David A, Maka Albarn, Melethia, Angelus, Shinia Hatashi
Bingo
"Oh yeah, the train guy! Think I actually took one of your lines into the city, Man, real celebrity, aren't cha?" David chuckled as he threw his feet up on the table, going his best to portray himself as come cocky young kid with nothing to loose.
"The name's West. David West, Least that's what I'm told. Just helping some Ladies of Leisure leave the city penniless but more or less intact, they're just at the bar right now. I for one hope you have more wisdom then they do. Oh, and I'll take a quart of Vodka with ice if you feel like bankrolling me even more." He then said as he watched Melethia move over to the bodyguard and attempt to pull a Little Girl Ruse, even if it was trading one act of cloak and dagger for another, he was still a little glad she actually remembered she was a kid.
"So you, with the red (Mcpop's character)? What's your deal?"
Jenny meanwhile didn't falter in the slightest as the lone member of her table stepped up tot he gauntlet she had laid down. "Are you sure about that? There is still time to back out. I'm sure your winnings could be used more constructively outside of a tribute to me. Not that I'm complaining..." She taunted as she looked the man dead in the eye with an evil grin on her face.
Underneath her shell, she was a little spooked. Oh god, what if he gets a Royal Flush!? I can't go bust like this!...kay, just peak at his cards once. ONCE![/color She told herself as she brought her hand to support her head in mock boredom as she used Mind Reader to get a peek at her rival's hand.
The drow smiled at Garm, rubbing between his ears for a moment. "You... look close enough for... untrained eyes, mister Garm." She shook her head for a moment. "And... I'll take the time to... discuss my less savory kin when there's more time. For now, though..." She tapped the door, thinking for a moment. "Things... look to be under control here." She started to sidle around the edge of the door. "Perhaps... we should check with mister Fionn to see... what needs to be done still?"
She nodded to Devon, adjusting her clothes slightly to keep as much of her sensitive skin as possible out of the light. "Thank... you, miss Devon. It's... kind of you to say that... Hopefully I'll... continue to meet expectations." She slipped out away from the church, eyes scanning the immediate area, both looking for any new threats and for Fionn himself, hoping that none of the townsfolk notice her. I thought I'd seen him nearby. But if the townsfolk see us with him, that might reassure them about all of us.
Hearing Deadshot completely deny his statement made the Wanderer sigh. Turning around he would decide to ignore the guy, thinking that one day or minute, some town would rise against him and chase him into another sewer. Looking back to Fionn he shook his head, "While I may not look religious ... I look at people like that and try to think how they can be saved. Well, at least before I turn them into a 'red painting'. In one way, you could say I am an artist." The Wanderer said with a smug smirk before turning, as if he was trying to look for something.
"Welp, I better start my quest to look for the Doctor, you'll know where I am! He said as he started to job back into town, hoping to find the Doctor's office, hoping that it won't be shot up, or worse, a shot up Doctor. In any case, the Wanderer was planning to track this man down, he could even be smart enough to avoid the bandits, otherwise, he might be in the church.
Storm
Seeing the happy Doctor skip away, Storm looked at Deadshot and dared not to say anything. People like that were often thrown in a prison in his world. "Lets get working ... " He said to Deadshot, keeping a sigh out of his speech.
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Tomoya Okazaki and Family | [color=006566]Father Goenitz[/color] and Ageha Sister "Mary"
Location: Okazaki Residence | Hikarizara | Japan
Time: Evening, setting sun.
Before denying the two entry, they barged in, Goenitz leading the two, "Ah wai-" Tomoya said, trying to deny the two. Yet the Archangel of Wind said his 'reason' for visiting, even remarking on his family. All of this to Tomoya sounded bad, his mind thinking up ways how this will go, all badly. The three walked into the apartment, four steps in and they were already in the longue, one box sized room with a table in the middle, three cushions surrounding.
Other than this room, the apartment seemed like nothing much, the lounge had a connecting small kitchen, and a door that was presumed the bathroom. It was surly a small apartment for a small family. The two intruders sat down on the cushions surrounding the table, Tomoya taking the last one, sitting in the usual Japanese sitting position. Across from the two was the kitchen, their backs to the small balcony. Two figures in the kitchen, looking at the strangers, one was the wife they already met, and right beside her, tugging on her dress was a small figure.
They simply wondered as Tomoya gazed at the two, aggressively. "And why would I do that? You were not the one to rediscover it. What happens if your 'master' and God chose me for this, I know somebody did ... besides, it means something to me." Tomoya said, switching his language to English, so it would keep his family out of the situation. Yet the daughter gazed at the strangers, intrigued by their clothes and looks. The wife was the same, yet trying to listen to the conversation, even if the family did not use English much.
"Why the hell do you want it anyway?" Tomoya said still continuing his bombardment of questions, wondering why this being needed the now separated stone. The box of the rings were not actually on his person at the moment. It seemed that his paranoia served him good, especially since it was connected to that boy at the dojo.
(The Ballad Of Stoneridge): Stoneridge - Teri/Icarus/Reginald
Icarus nodded and picked up several men by their collars, one of them groaned and started to wake up , Icarus Kept him unconscious with an effective headbutt.
"Wait I think this guy was one of the guys who tried to hit me with the ice." His eyes glared a hint of a spark crackled around his fingers. his eyes had darkened and a snarl started to form on his lips. He suddenly felt aware and looked down.
"He can rot in jail for all I care he's not worth it." He said trying to act like he didn't have any care but that look in his eye said everything, He had wanted to return the pain that was caused to him.
He had at least six grown men held up sure he was dragging them, but it was clear despite his gangly teenage body he was stronger than he looked.
[HEADING=3]Due to factors outside of his control, Ninjamedic is unable to complete the arc and as a result requested that it be ended.
In light of this, The Rising Dawn shall return to the status quo and the next story arc in queue will begin shortly. We, the moderators of AA, apologize for the inconvenience.
The next story arc: "Mr. Bison goes to Washington" will begin shortly. For now, feel free to mingle on the airship
Skies over US West Coast: Rising Dawn Airship: Everyone
Once the business in the realm of Gilead was taken care off and the evil plot foiled, The Heroes (And Anti-Heroes) of the Rising Dawn returned back to their home-realm victorious.
Humming over the open sea about a few hundred miles off the coast of California, The crew was in mostly high spirits as they looked forward to being able to relax for a while without having to deal with another threat.
((Spawn Characters Where-ever you please))
Rising Dawn: Captain's quarters: Rugal
"Come on, come on, com-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeaaahhhhh..." Rugal groaned loudly as he was reunited with the one thing he missed the most out in that arid desert world: Heated Showers.
Cleansing all the dirt and dust from their last mission as well as taking care of some personal grooming, he left his en suite back in his prime and couldn't be happier.
"Oyyyy...Bloody sand gets everywhere..." He said as he emerged in a burgundy bathrobe before going to his desk for his PDA to check the world news, keen to figure out what was going on while they were away.
"More trouble in the Middle East, Huh, Germany won the World Cup and beat Brazil 7-0? Strange...Oh?..."US Presidential Election"? It's that time again? We weren't gone *THAT* long, were we?" He remarked as he went though the news as he got dressed before leaving his room, Heading for the Canteen for a coffee with his news.
Rising Dawn: Armory/Training room: David West
The UNIT sniper meanwhile was tinkering around in the ship's armory, taking the brief moment of calm as a chance to maintain his gear. "~She may not have been a beauty queen,
she might never be a rose,
but to me she is the fairest flower
that in the garden grows.
Although I'm in America
far across the Atlantic Sea,
sure I always love my Roscommon girl,
she's the rose of Castlerea~" He hummed to himself as he meticulously polished and cleaned all the blood and grime off his trademark M500 Magnum, taking great care and attention to detail in his most prized possession.
"Here we are~. That's nice ain't it?...Alright, let's give you a whirl, shall we?~" The gun-nut cooed as quickly began to reassemble it before making his way to the shooting range in order to test it out.
Rising Dawn: Jenny's Room: Jenny
Once they were back in the air, Jenny instinctively went to her inbox, as was her custom during these "Trips" that the Rising Dawn often took.
Booting up her computer, her heart jumped a little when she saw the number 3 by her inbox. Oh? Perhaps Blade finally managed to get leave! she thought as she quickly clicked to find the following:
- A Latverian Prince rambling about how he was being deposed and needed her bank account to get funds out of the country.
- A bank with a mispelled name stating "Lower youre house payments now!"
- HOT SEXY SINGLES IN YOUR AREA! FREE ACCESS! SIGN UP NOW!
"..."
Closing down her email, she began to tear up a little, her loved one hadn't contacted her in god only knows when.
She didn't know if Blade was out on service with the Striders, If he had moved on and found another or if he was even alive!
Feeling crushed, she climbed back into her bed before starting to cry into her pillow
Rising Dawn: Brig: Deadshot
"-Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to mark the passing of one of our own. Of a young soul taken away from us too soon. Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust and....*Sniff* OHGODIMGONNAMISSHIM!"
Meanwhile, back in the cell where Deadshot usually resided, the Assassin was holding a funeral service for his fallen ally.
Namely, the credit card that Philemon had blessed with an unlimited supply of money, the one that seemed forever lost to him since he was brought to Gilead.
Going though his 9th bottle of liquor, he sobbed slightly at the sight of a tiny gravestone he had made with "Deedshotz moneys: 2014-now" written on it.
His one ticket to fame and fortune, gone like so many others before it.
So he did what one usually does at an Irish Funeral: Get extremely hammered and by god did he plan on doing just that...
The training room was mostly silent as two figures were inside. Yet, the exception was the sound of conflict. Heavy smacking sounds were at the edge of the room, near the windows. A hanging punching bag was being worked on, each punch leaving a mark before the inner sand responded to the physical violence. One more heavy punch and the room was left without the punching sounds, yet heavy breathing remained, that was until loud gunshots rang out.
Giving a look to the gun range, Storm saw David working on his skills, he would join him soon for his own gun maintenance and gun practice. The sweat was running down the Spartan's, yet he did not notice this in his training, only checking that his earplugs was still one. One person did notice the light layer of sweat, a girl sitting near the room's entry, with a pile of guns and ammo besides her. ("Don't look back, don't look back ... ") The Spartan thought, thinking about the tense situation between him and Alpha.
Sure, they were not on silence terms anymore thanks to that world, but they were not as close anymore. Shaking his head quickly, he pulled his arm back and launched his final heavy shot onto the punching bag, it launched into wall and fell of it's support, that is how he knows the exercise has ended. Easily lifting the punching bag, he placed it back into it's hanging support before walking over to his weapon pile and partner. Giving an awkward smile he picked up his guns and moved into the range, giving a nod to David.
Setting up his targets, he loaded his pistols before sighing.
The canteen, one of the hearts of the ship. One figure was sitting at a table, the 'Doctor' of the ship. The Wanderer's clothing was back into his normal profession Doctor clothing. A cup of coffee on one side of the table, and many small containers with dark red liquid. The dark-looking Doctor was humming a song while fiddling with a pen and the containers, labeling them. If anyone checked closer, they would be names of the crew members.
Stopping for a second, the Wanderer took a sip off coffee, admiring his collection of blood. "Ah, it took so very long ... only if they listened to me." He said before looking at his coffee, "I can't tell if this tastes like shit." Wanderer said before looking at the imps in the kitchen, his glowing eyes making them look away. The mutated man started labeling once again, yet one of those containers held a glowing green liquid.
David was doing the same as he noticed the Angel Soldier nearby, giving him a quick nod followed with "Well? Any Craic?" as he kept firing at this targets, it was funny how much one's DPS increased when they no longer had to reload.
Mopping up the last of his targets, he smirked as he blew the smoke from the barrel before holstering it, spinning it in his hand as he did.
"Heh, I tell ya, It's still weird to count my shots only to realize I can keep firing..." He joked as he watched Storm begin his own session at the range, taking note of his posture and style of aiming.
"...Do you have some kind of targeting system on your HUD? Just something seems "Off" about your aim, Least to look at..." He remarked as he glanced behind him towards where Alpha was standing.
"...Ah...Something you...Want to talk about or?..." He then asked, figuring that something was up between them.
Tomoya Okazaki and Family | [color=006566]Father Goenitz[/color] and Ageha Sister "Mary"
Location: Okazaki Residence | Hikarizara | Japan | (His own origin universe)
Time: Evening, setting sun.
Goenitz was admiring the apartment as Tomoya was explaining his reasoning for him getting the stone.
[color=006566]"Indeed, The Lord works in strange ways. And while many put their fate in his hands, I prefer to think that He helps those who help themselves."[/color] He explained as glanced over to Tomoya's young daughter, giving her a small bow before smiling and winking at her.
[color=006566]"Besides, last I checked, this wasn't exactly a "Retirement". While Barikal might be content to let you roam as you please, Certain..."Restrictions" must be kept, wouldn't you agree?..."[/color] He then said as he turned back to his former colleague.
[color=006566]"What will happen if you give me the Stone of Light is that I'll take it to where the other stones are being kept, including my own Stone of Wind, safe and sound until the time comes that a replacement must be found. After all, I don't think that the memory of a life since passed is worth painting a massive target for evil doers on yourself...or your family?..."[/color] He then pointed out, in a manner that might as well have been a threat.
[color=006566]"If you think I'm being harsh, Then surely you can imagine that someone else..."Polite" would be far more unpleasant..."[/color]
Icarus was in Shower stalls, he had spent the last ten minutes standing under cold water, he despised the desert he hated the sun, he hated the dry air and he HATED the sand.
He was standing in the middle of the large room with his tunic, shit and cloak neatly folded to the side wearing his simple leggings. His wings were wide open as he picked out and cleaned the infuriating sand that had got itself stuck in his feathers, He could make his wings disappear but the sand would somehow still cling to it and reappear with the wings until he cleaned them. he looked at the shower drain it was nearly clogged with sand he sighed.
"Sand, I hate sand why does it have to get everywhere? he shook his head his hair was still quite damp with a flourish of his wings he shook off any remaining sand the then faded as he put on his clothes, reappearing folded on his back as he left.
Selena sat with her cauldron set, Withing the black cauldron a brew boiled and simmered. she watched smiling.
"Hmm not long now it will soon be ready, The Little Prince lost his Sake while in that castle, Lucky for him I happened to get a smell of it, I must say its quite the potent mixture, Does it need any more?" she wondered to herself she looked at the herb she had been holding it was a strange one, a black leaf with purple veins, and was a distinct heart shape about as large as a fingernail. It was a common ingredient to 'love potions" she smirked and laughed at the thought.
"This little leaf, always sought by the starry eyed and the hopeless trying to brew their own little potion in the vain hopes it will cause some soul to fall in hopeless love with them,, and they always fail." she looked at her small cauldron etched in the design was the face of a bearded man whom had a cross look.
"Its always the same, they never brewed in their life The don;t know difference from a poultice to a potion. They assume its just a matter of putting nice things together in a pot and boiling it all together," she laughed softly as she placed the tiny leaf into a stone bowl, a mortar, taking a pestle crushed and ground the dried leaf into a fine black powder.
"They never in their delusional mind realize they are not making a tonic, they're feeding them a poison, but pain is a part of love the red heart of lust comes from the blood, its necessary, there's no such thing as happiness without pain, if love was truly pure, no one would have to suffer to find it. she looked in a small mirror her hand rose to her right cheek in the mirror her face reflected back, the same beautiful face, she wiped her cheek with the back of her hand and the skin seemed to smudge a little, another wipe and the makeup was gone, an old scar revealed, she looked at it, as much as she hid it, she knew it was there, and while it may have been years, seeing it again made it feel hot and sting as it had when it had been fresh, a small tear formed in her eyes she blinked to try and clear it away.
"Forget about them, it doesn't matter now things will be different, now that I've found him. She held the black powder over the cauldron ready to let the ingredient mix in, but her hand stopped, Is this right? He's done nothing to me, Is tricking him really fair?"her grip faltered her wrist was uneasy shaking just a bit. the scepter began t glow a hint of black smoke started to drift up and seemed to creep onto her shoulder along her neck, circling her ear.
"Fair? Why does one need to be fair? was that scar fair? was any of it Fair? they liked to think so, they thought it was all FAIR, they thought it was all RIGHT."
She nodded
"I suppose your right, I just need a few more touches o ensure it'll work then. her hand went up to her hair letting a single strand twirl and coil around her finger she pulled sharply as the hair came out, she dropped it into the cauldron.
her hand then slowly moved to her brooch her finger resting on the sharp in, she bit her lip as she pushed her the pin pierced her finger. she then pinched the small wound and held her hand over the brew.
"Now t'll lead him to me, and a little potency of a witches blood will help. she let a few drops fall the cauldron hissed as the brew took in the blood. She smiled and extinguished the small fire underneath the Mix cooled quickly she then used her wand and poured it into a large flask. it looked identical to Icarus's sake and with a quick smell she laughed, he wouldn't suspect a thing from taste or scent.
After Selina had finished her love potion business, there was a weird "whomp" noise and out of a port dropped Shinia ontop of a bookcase. This ofcourse upset the balance of it and caused it to fall forwards. Somewhere in the process of trying to escape whatever situation that Shinia had been flung into now, she wound up underneath the bookcase and groaning thanks to the weight of the solid maple and books atop her. "Ouchies...." she said, a bit stuck and trapped underneath everything. "Anyone? a little help?" she asked.
Alucard was chilling on the bridge, feet up. sitting next to him on the ground was a bag of poke chips, all made out of solid gold. "whelp, that was fun. Let's see where i can take us to next." he said to himself, fiddling around with the controls forcibly until one spat out the co-ordinates for area 51. "Nice relaxing vacation then." he said, however, then heard the faintest crying drifting from somewhere in the ship. Grabbing his bag of gold, he began to explore the ship.
Jenny, CARLSO SANDIEGO! GUESS WHERE I AM!
Jenny's Room
Walking in through the wall, he found the gardevoir on her bed crying. He set the sack of gold chips down on the floor in her room and sat on the bed. "Well, you're a... thing that's crying... if it's any other reason than being french... you shouldn't be crying. you should be fucking ecstatic because you're not french. Look at me, i bang the queen of england on a regular basis and she's a sack of old bones and skin, but look at the bright side which is shining gloriously bright, so much so i need to put on my shades..." he said, putting on his sunglasses looking down at the thing. "She's still not french. Or german, but that's a really awkward story that involves a lot of WHY boners." the vampire said trying to calm down the gardevoir.
Jenny looked up at Alucard for a moment, her eyes and cheeks red as the Vampire went on and one about the royals of Europe and how he had slept with most of them.
This went on until she finally snapped and shouted a phrase she didn't think she'd ever would: [HEADING=1]"I DON'T CARE ABOUT HOW MANY QUEENS YOU'VE SLEPT WITH, YOU FUCK!!"[/HEADING]
Her outburst over, she then rolled back over in her bed, covering herself with the blanket before resuming her cry.
Clearly Alucard was doing little to aid her plight. "Just ~Sniff~ leave me alone..."
Edge flopped down on his cot without so much as taking off his belt. He had not had a difficult day; he had a difficult week, and was looking forward to just sleeping for a month. He'd take care of his swords and...other things later.
"Hey! Edge!"
Boss. Heathen fucking. Edge grunted something unintelligible (even to him), and waved Boss away.
"Don't worry, I won't be long." Boss said, picking up one of Edge's guns. "Is it OK if I borrow one of these things?"
Edge grunted again, and rolled over. A few moments later, he was out like a light.
Rising Dawn: Training Room/Armory: Boss
"Hey!"
Boss appeared in the training room, pointing to the armory. "Would any of you guys be willing to help me find a pair of swords for Edge? I mean, he has his guns, but he's always had swords, at least as long as I've known him." Boss held up one of Edge's guns. "Also, I would like to get more bullets for this, but I have no idea what it is. Guns are not my thing."
Chris laid down in the bunk that had been assigned to her, her arms folded back behind her head as she contemplated the ceiling. The dark room is empty save for her backpack slung in one corner. Almost everyone seems nice enough here, but it's not home, old or new. She sat up in the bunk, stretching slightly. Still... I may be here for a while, so I may as well get acquainted with my surroundings. She stood up and paused for a moment before reaching for the door, looking at where she'd set her hat when she'd entered. "Better to... not look like I'm hiding too much. That's... not what friends do, after all." She gave a small smile to herself as she started to walk down the corridors of the ship, trying to get acquainted with the layout, her bare feet barely making a sound on the deck as she passes.
After releasing Dimitri back into the mainframe with a [color=3897E0]
Code:
"Much appreciated, Madam"
[/color], the Cleric and her wolfy companion made short work of getting a shower and a good brushing in. Being in a desert for far too long was NOT something either of the two really cared for. After the lengthy bath for each member of the duo, Teri walked out of her room to find - A book? It was a simple volume, bound in black leather, and with a red ribbon to act as a bookmark; as many good books do. Next to it, lay an envelope, with a letter tucked inside:
Unwrapping the letter, a white feather fell to the floor, and read as follows:
You've told me that you liked Jane Austen novels, so I took it upon myself to emulate their methods of apology; which is as follows.
I cannot expect you to be forgiving for my actions earlier, whether it was in not telling you the truth about my loss in position, nor in telling you falsehoods about why I stayed in your company; both of which I know were great offenses. I lied about wanting to convert you to the side down below. I lied because I wanted to protect you from the upheavel, and any possible agents that would try to harm you or your family and friends. I knew you would be angry with me, and want me to be as far from you as soon as possible the moment I sent you that message over your tablet.
To be honest, a mindset I should take on more, I told you that lie over the tablet because I couldn't bear to see your anger face to face. It was cowardly It was wrong for me to do that to you. I should have been courteous enough to tell you the truth, and explain my extended absence, as well as a means to discuss what was to happen to 'us'. Instead, Devon and Ella were caught in the crossfire of Ageha's wrath, and you were burned by both me and her.
I see now, that I've been very wrong about you. A butterfly told me of what you and Devon did to help me and - frankly, I'm equal parts shocked and thankful that both of you would do that for me, regardless of motive. I cannot thank you and your friends enough for what you've done. You are so much braver than I knew, and clever as always. I have taken that for granted, it seems.
With all that in mind, I know I can't expect you to forgive me. Instead, I thought I'd leave you a gift, a peace offering if nothing else. That book over there was penned by your's truly, and is a compendium of the many denizens in Hell. It may be a bit incomplete in some sections, but feel free to put down notes. There will always be room in it if needed.
I won't presume you want to talk to me again any time soon, but, if you do wish to speak to me, you know how. You've always had it in your hands. - L.
Putting the letter back in it's respective envelope, Teri bent down to grab the feather. Her eyes misted up when she felt the familiar sensation of the feather in her hand, bringing back memories of the one it belonged to. Wiping her face on a sleeve, a small sniffle escaped the Cleric, and left a confused Garm in her wake. The wolf gently bumped his nose against her shoulder with a sympathetic whine, [color=356D60]"Hey, you okay? You don't look so good."[/color]
Teri forced a small nod, and grabbed up the book, feather and letter, stuffing each into her satchel (Sadei in her bracelet form) before forcing as smile and patting Garm on the head, [color=0E59E4]"I'm... I'm just a little sad, Garm. A poopy head sent me a letter. But, that's why I wanna leave this room at the moment; so I can take my mind off it. Make sense?"[/color]
[color=356D60]"....I guess so? At least you didn't tell me you were okay; it's good to be honest about that, right?"[/color]
Giving her wolf another pat, Teri's smile became a little more genuine, [color=0E59E4]"yeah... you're right. Let's get out of here, for now."[/color]
With that, the duo began to walk the halls in search of their comrades, not exactly sure what to expect; or who to run into.
Canteen - Caim/Angelus/Wanderer
Like everyone else in this narrative, the first thing Caim and Angelus took care of was a shower. The desert was not kind to either of the pact partners, both in body and in spirit. Being separated for so long, as well as dealing with a skin searing environment? It was time for some catch-up; in more ways than one.
However, the rooms were not equipped with miniature refrigerators, so the duo had to follow a different base instinct after some time alone; mainly, wandering to the Canteen. Food aside, it was a main hub for the Rising Dawn, and if nothing else, it'd be easy to find other party members.
As Caim began to gather some food for the both of them, Angelus gave a wave to Wanderer; it slowing faintly when she noticed both the intimidation of the imps, and the glowing green stuff,
"Two questions. The first, is it necessary to scare the kitchen staff? The second, what on earth is that... mess, in that tube? Last I checked, glowing green materials weren't good omens."
Hallway - Chris
As Chris wandered the halls, a crackle of energy began to pulsate in the ceiling before her; starting small, and then beginning to form... A portal of some kind? Before she could react properly, two shapes were shot out of the portal shape, both hitting the floor with a hard "BAM!", and each giving a small groan;
[color=15650D]"Ow... That didn't feel good."[/color] "Man, can't portal rides be nicer? Owwieee~!"
Before Chris, were two strange creatures, each about the size of cats. The first, was a greenish sort of lizard creature with a star floating above it's head; baring a knife and a lit lantern.
The second, a strange little creature that would best be called a turtle-dragon. At least, it had a turtle-like shell on it's back, but it's neck, legs and tail seemed to be a bit long for it (not to mention the obvious dragon-shaped head, and the wings!)
After the two little creatures disentangled themselves from one another, they noticed took a good look around, and the turtle shaped one spoke first, "So, you think this is it? The Dawn?"
[color=15650D]"Looks like it. I can sense... Something with our pact bonds. I think so anyways? It's been so long since we've seen them, I'm a little doubtful of WHAT I'm sensing."[/color] "What about that lady in front of us? You think she'd know?"
[color=15650D]"Lady? What are you- Oh!"[/color]
And Chris was now the center of their attention. Giving a wave of Lantern or paw, the duo gave their greetings, "Hi there! My name's Cadolbolg, and this is my buddy Ton Ton. We're looking for our parents!"
[color=15650D]"This is the Rising Dawn, right?"[/color]
Rising Dawn: Jenny's Room: Jenny, Alucard
"Jesus, cool your tits. Here's how this is going to go. I ask you. "What's wrong?" then you answer and explain the situation to me. Then you ask me to help, then i agree to help you and we get to go on some WHIMSICAL adventure where i get to use some of my special toys that integra keeps from me. I get to fly my blackbird and you get to get back whatever." he said, looking at her. "I also brought gold, if you want that. I have no use for it since there are only so many hookers to kill on the planet." the vampire said shrugging.
As the couple came in, Wanderer looked up and gave a courteous nod, he proceeded to placed the marker down along with the container with the green liquid. Taking a little sip of his coffee, the Doctor cringed a bit before quickly placing it down. "Uh ... bleh, cold coffee" He spat out before turning to Angelus, "Hah, funny thing with them. I ... he went off at them and ruined the kitchen. So I am a little paranoid that they might spit into my food. No excuse though, I should apologize some time." He sighed before picking up the phial of green liquid.
Smiling, Wanderer wanted to answer this curiosity. "Curious?" He said and turned the phial, it was clearly labelled with his own title.
Storm-1788,
Code:
[color=nvayblue]Alpha[/color]
, David West, Boss.
Location: Training Room/Armoury | Rising Dawn.
Thinking about David's examination, Storm placed both pistols down. "You are certainly right, my targeting consists of mostly my own ability, I do have assistance though ... " He said before looking at his sitting partner in the training room. Looking back to his guns, he began reloading with another clip that she had bought along. The thoughts of her did not leave his head, when David asked out of concern Storm wanted to say.
"We were on bad terms on that last mission, things are a bit tense ... " Storm said before a small yelp came from the training room. Immediately turning his gaze, the figure of Boss was standing there, with a surprised Alpha sitting behind, also gazing at the man. Storm tried to smile at Alpha, but she quickly turned her head noticing her partner's concern.
When Boss asked them about swords and guns, Storm gave a confused shrug. "I know about blades, but ... I don't exactly know her style. I am more of a katana and alternative user. As for guns, I only know my own world's models. David can you help him with that while I use this last clip?" Storm turned to David as he loaded his last clip.
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Tomoya Okazaki and Family | [color=006566]Father Goenitz[/color] and Ageha Sister "Mary"
Location: Okazaki Residence | Hikarizara | Japan | (His own origin universe)
Time: Evening, setting sun.
Scowling, annoyance, fright, all these kind of thoughts were swirling around in his head. Yet the man knew what to prioritize, his family, it was too obvious. "Fine." He said with annoyance, "I'm still only restricted to this world, which is fine with me, I just want to remain with my family" He said while ignoring whatever bull came out from Goentiz's mouth.
"I'll give it to you, but it is in another room. Just get out afterwards, you'll have enough difficulty with getting the other stones ... " Tomoya in remembrance to his vault on the Rising Dawn, he was collecting the elemental stones once again, but he is still missing a few before he left that world. The Wind Stone was definitely there, the dark stone was the only one missing. Even so, the only one trusted with a password is the Spartan, Storm, a former soldier under the Barakiel-Tomoya partnership.
After Goentiz's wink and bow, the daughter hid behind the wife, who simply gave a smile at her daughter. Tomoya got up and looked to Nagisa, his wife. "I'm going to guide these guys out, I'll be back soon" He said to her with a smile, motioning to the guests to get up from their seats.
Facing his own target, Storm was about ti squeeze the trigger, "The name's Storm. A Spartan ... or soldier." He said before firing at the targets within his range. The gun was firing quite rapidly, and it seemed to not recoil at all, either due to the mechanics or the user's strength. Storm was fully absorbed into his shooting, ignoring the sweat dripping off his white long hair. The thoughts of Alpha were running through his head, he wanted to fix this tension. ("I miss that smile.") He thought before firing the last of the clip.
Alpha, who was sitting outside the firing range saw Boss sit down and try and talk to her. Giving a gaze to the firing range, she sighed before staying silent for thirty seconds. "
Code:
[color=nvayblue]Oh, I'm Alpha. One of the Rising Dawn's AI, I'm new to the job but I look after security since the others have a lot of other roles[/color]
" Alpha said, her voice was a bit robotic, but her tone was quite sad.
She pointed to the firing Spartan, his determined look showing through. "
Code:
[color=nvayblue]That ... and I'm his suit AI. It's a partnership, yet, things are quite tense between us ...[/color]
" She said once more, sounding a little more awkward this time, since this was about the two's relationship.
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