Rising Dawn: Hallway: Chris, Devon, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg
Devon smiled as she guided the group to the hangar. [color=00c863]"That's good to know, since I'd rather not have Caim and Angelus find anything like that out by proxy unless it slips out in my training. It's a bit more... well, harsh than most other training, but I wouldn't have any other teachers."[/color] She also patted the drow on the back as she seemed to relax more, chuckling as she added in a [color=00c863]"Just don't be afraid to ask us for a bit of help if you need it. We can certainly lend it to you if you ask."[/color]
And as a response to Chris's inquiry, she replied with a calm [color=00c863]"It's Violet; since he's here, and with his drinks, I'd guess we have another job on our hands. I say we check on it, since I know Flagrun and the others can handle themselves."[/color]
Rising Dawn: Hallway: Blade, Jenny, Ella
Ella saw Jenny's panic as they got closer to the med bay and bluntly retorted, "Jenny, before you go shouting for Teri I know there's some Super Potions in there. Not too sure how they got there, but since they only work on you and blade I suggest getting right on them." She'd have been kinder, but Kindness didn't ensure someone got the care they needed.
On the television:
"Reports of the Pope's Death are false." Said the news reported in Vatican Square. "Reports of him being decapitated are false and the Holy Pontiff is alive and well." he said and then the TV switched to the pontiff giving a statement. Ofcourse it was in latin and would take a day or two for the public to get the message.
Alucard was meanwhile eating a bowl of cereal. "God damnit... fuckers had cloning tech..." he said with a full mouth then continued to eat. "Figures, the church covering up the truth with latin. Still haven't changed since i was a dude... Cheeky dickwaffles." he said, watching as the replacement give his speech. "Bastard probably doesn't even know he's a clone." he said and began drinking the milk from the cereal.
"Time to wait a while then do it again." he said and reclined. "HEY POLICE GIRL, FETCH ME MORE COUNT CHOCULA!"
Once the message went out over the intercom, Rugal was now massaging his temples, this could NOT end well.
"Why us? I thought he had his own army to deal with whatever he needed to do?" He asked himself out loud.
"Alright, alright, if he had to call us, it must be something important. Lets-...Just pay him a visit, hear what he has to say...-then we kick him and his men out. Sound good?" He asked everyone in the canteen, it was pretty clear that this was rather un-nerving to a former super-villain like himself, especially with his history with the Japanese Spymaster.
Still, he too began to slowly make his way towards the Hanger, wiping some sweat from his brow as he did.
Finally starting to snap out of her panicky stupor caused by Blade's injuries, Jenny finally was able to process what was being asked of her by Edge and Ella, slowing down and taking a breath as she did. "A-a-all right, I'll get those things, just-....watch over him." She said before running out of the room to get the Super Potions as well as a basin to fill with water.
As she was doing that, Blade was starting to stir a little, mumbling slightly as he as his eyes opened. "[sub]-Sentry bots to the north, armed with flamethro-[/sub]uh?....w-where am I?..." He said before he tried to move, a jolt of pain quickly putting an end to that idea.
Deadshot, his fondness for drink guiding him, was the first to arrive at the hanger, pausing only when he saw all the armed men setting up all kinds of equipment, namely a table with a projector on it. "...Huh, don't remember this being here. Yo! Here for the meeting?!" He called out to get everyone's attention, namely that of the Gay looking one by the refreshments table with the famed Margaritas. "Oh, Hey, Margaritas! Finally, something going my-OUWEROUEWRGBARIGHBAEIRGBHAEPGHBEAIGRHBAERIGHBAE!" The Assassin went to say before he was suddenly grappled from behind and violently tased in the ribs by two goons before being dragged off. "Whoa! What the hell Kaz!?"
[color=9F2B68]"Damien East AKA Deadshot, wanted in relation to Bio-Terror attacks in Los Santos, Weapon Smuggling in San Ferrio and Stealing US Military Tech. And that's just recently. Get him out of here and into a holding cell. I'll be wanting to take him with me once the Mission is over. Urg, are they always so damn late?"[/color] Kazuya groaned as Deadshot was dragged off towards one of his VTOLs, nice and out of sight right before David, Storm and Boss showed up.
"Well, how's the men? Oh, Hey, Margaritas! Finally, something going my way." David nonchalantly said as he snagged one with a twisty straw.
"Sir! We need some help with this!" one of the G-Corp grunts said as he and a few others were trying to push a container full of Storm's equipment, the soldiers having a hard time pushing it out of the way in order to set up a Radar Device.
[color=9F2B68]"Ahhh, I remember you. The Angel Soldier from the War. Storm, wasn't it?"[/color] Kazuya said as he reached out his hand to shake the Spartans, right in time to watch as the soldiers managed to knock over the container in their bid to move it, spilling it's contents on the ground.
"....Sorry, sir!"
Violet meanwhile greeted Boss by saying "...What's wrong with my Margaritas?...", seeming a little dejected by his comment as the other Rising Dawn members began to arrive.
Edge put a hand on Blade's shoulder. "You're on The Rising Dawn, and you're safe." he said. "It looks like something messed you up pretty bad, but I'm taking care of that now." Edge looked over to where Jenny was getting water, and asked Blade in a much lower voice, "Where were you that there were turrets and flamethrowers?"
[color=9F2B68]Kazuya[/color] | Violet | Deadshot | Storm | Boss | David | Wanderer
Rising Dawn: Hanger Bay
Well that was odd Boss thought, watching them cart away Deadshot. "It's not...it's not your margaritas. It's any margaritas. I don't like 'em." Boss stroked his chin. "Well, I guess that's not true. I don't like tequila. It's nasty."
Noticing the soldiers struggling with Storm's equipment, Boss walked over and telekinetically moved it out of the way. "That ought t' help you guys a bit." Boss said. "By the way, a couple guys got hurt pretty bad before you got here, and Edge is taking care of 'em. Which is to say they won't be here for awhile." Boss turned to Kazuya. "Y' mind telling us what you're doing here? I mean, I'm assuming this is a business call, and not just you wanting to stop and chat. 'cause you don't strike me as the sort to do that." Boss gestured to the soldiers. "Also these guys."
Shortly after coming into the occupied hanger, the agitated Spartan examined the newcomers and their activities. Luckily no one was near the corner where his suit assembler stood tall. Seeing some of the G-Corp soldiers trying to move his stuff, the Spartan sighed and was about to walk over, yet he was interrupted by the grand CEO of the corporation that seemingly 'invaded' the ship non-aggressively. In presences of power, Storm tried to usually be well-behaved, even if he was the sort of lone wolf soldier.
("Well, least he doesn't know how I killed my first COs.") He gave a sigh of relief mentally, easily reaching his hand out to give a handshake. After the light physical contact, he moved his hand to a salute as a sign of respect. "Uh, yes, Stor-" He began to talk, yet the commotion involving made him suddenly turn around and slap his cheek lightly out of annoyance. Turning around after Boss moved his equipment, he returned to the conversation. "Storm-1788 sir, former specialist of the human corps. Though the rank does not matter in this environment, especially since our captain is a former criminal." Storm said with a casual shrug.
Listening to Boss as well, Storm turned the conversation to that topic as well. "Why yes, that is what everyone would like to know. As we all know, people do not come here without a reason." Storm said with bold intention, the last thing Storm wanted was a occupied ship with many people hating the man in-charge, in that case, Rugal was a better choice. Yet before allowing anyone to speak, a soft grinding noise emitted from a near hallway. Two crimson eyes inching closer. "Oh boy ... "
Shadow!Wanderer.
A mind in chaos. The current dominate personality was ignoring the shouts of his other side, mostly angry and regretful that the members in the canteen brought back a horrid memory, a picture that was etched into his dark side, as if it had happened yesterday. Many bodies were buried that day, yet many more would become the same. Friends, family, enemies, leaders ... they all die. By my or some other hand.
To those in the hanger, a figure emerged. A Doctor's coat they would notice, covered partially in blood. A rather large weapon was dragged behind him, one that looked like it was fashioned out of a car bumper, also partly covered in blood. Yet the weapon was large enough to remind them of another member of the crew who wielded large weapons, yet this member's style did not involve skillful wielding, he usually swung such weapons in a crazed manner.
The Doctor looked upon the new settlers of the hanger, licking his lips, a small stream of saliva trickled to his chin. "Oh? Who do we have here ... pitiful humans who want our help? ... iron-fisted conquerors?! Or my preference of ... more subjects?" He said with a chaos lusting voice, truthfully wanting more death to calm himself down, it always did. Giving a small giggle, he swung his sword into the floor, pointing the handle outwards from floor so he may lean on it.
The President.
Location: The White Crib | Washington D.C.
A very chaotic day was in motion at the White Crib. This was not all because of the soon to come election day, but it was also because The President was 'preparing' to be driven out to special show. The many parties of the former "house" were running about, asking permission, asking advisers, and asking how to improve vote numbers. Yet of all places in The White Crib, the West Wing was particularly peaceful. Mutterings could be heard from library, which was the most noisiest part of the wing. All since The President's most trusted personal were forming strategies and choices for the man, little did they know that he man himself was preparing for the interview.
In the Oval Office, a soft and thin blanket of smoke filled the room, The President not resting his legs on the famous desk, yet he was watching a show on the room's television. "Oh God what happens if Jon Stewart goes ham on MY ass?!" The President said in partial frustration, holding a cigar in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other. It was little then a few minutes before he left the house and visited the studio. A knock on his door, and a sigh immediately followed.
"Sir, Congressman Vega to see you."
The worse 5 words the president could hear, well, outside of "Sir, Senator Armstrong to see you.", before one of his biggest critics and opponents in the election entered with that Flawless White Smile.
[color=6c1504]"Well, Well, Glad to see you aren't working too hard. Couldn't have that, now could we?"[/color] He grinned as he let himself in and took a seat without so much as asking first.
[color=6c1504]"Well, sorry I am late, I had a hard time reaching your chief of staff, It seems like he forgot his phone or something."[/color] He explained (Goddammit Pierce) as he leaned over to snag one of his cigars, taking a massive long sniff of one.
[color=6c1504]"Ahhh, Cuban. You know, Ted Cruz would impeach your ass over these. So, all set for your big interview? I hear Mr. Stewart is a sound man and his writers really do their homework on whomever they interview..."[/color] He was helpful to remind his rival, clearly trying to get into his head.
Blade instantly seemed 10 times more relaxed when he heard that name: Rising Dawn: Home. "[sub]...Heh, where didn't they have turrets and (Gasp) flamethrowers?...[/sub]" He weakly joked as a sigh of relief left his body, he WASN'T going to end up having to do another mission.
He could have been sent to the surface of the sun and he'd still be glad about that fact alone. "[sub]where...where is she?...is she still here?...[/sub]" He asked as the door opened to a pile of boxes floating in midair via Telekinesis. "Okay Ella, When I went to get the Super Potions, I found this one called "Hyper Potions" and I wasn't sure which one was better so I brought both." Jenny explained as she held a pair of medical crates in mid air with her powers as well as a large basin of Water for Edge. "[sub]...Jenny?....J?...That you?...[/sub]" Blade then asked, Causing Jenny to freeze for a moment before she quickly let all the containers down. "Y-yes! I'mhereareyoualrightcanyouhearmecanhehearmewillhebealrightiwassoworr-" she was about to ramble on until Blade raised a hand to stop her. "[sub]...Jenny...You worry too much...[/sub]" He chuckled as he brought her in for a hug, the two lovers sharing a tender mome- "OHGODSPINE-SPINE!....[sub]ooooowwwww[/sub]..." He then cried in pain as he broke off the hug, though in his mind, it was totally worth it.
Kazuya smiled somewhat as Storm brought up the part about the Captain being a former criminal, right as the man himself made his appearance.
[color=9F2B68]"Well, This is a Business call, Boss, but all going well, perhaps that will change as well..."[/color] He remarked as he watched the other crew members flow in, though this was halted when a crazed Wanderer suddenly showed up with a large "Sword"(?) and several mad ramblings.
[color=9F2B68]"...."[/color]
Merely nodding to 2 of his men, they sneaked up on the mad doctor before quickly disabling him with a tazer to the spine in the same rehearsed manner they took down Deadshot, turning up the power as they did, just in case.
[color=9F2B68]"That's why I brought the soldiers. They make life a lot easier for me. Now, take a seat, the briefing is about to begin."[/color] The explained as Wanderer was dragged off to one of the VTOLs while the meeting began.
[HEADING=1][color=6c1504]Arc Start: Mr. Bison goes to Washington[/color][/HEADING]
[HEADING=2][color=004d]Act 1: Breaking Doom[/color][/HEADING]
Once the crew was in place (And Violet had supplied them with refreshments), Kazuya took center stage as he began the proceedings
[color=9F2B68]"Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen. I know some of you already know who I am, but I will repeat it. My name is Kazuya Mishima, acting CEO of G-Corporation Japan and it's vast array of armed forces. And I am here to request your assistance with a rather important assignment.
One of my main goals in my line is work is to assist in the capture of high threat targets that other organisations mightn't be equipped to deal with, namely the paranormal and technological. One group of targets that I have been after for several years as finally turned back up on my radar, however, Their leader is currently up for election to the most powerful office in the world: The Presidency of the United States. Worse still, thanks to his powers, he might even win. Allow me to explain:"[/color]
Turning on the projector and ordering to lights to be killed, He then brought up a picture of one of the Biggest Advocates for Dental Hygiene in the world.
[color=9F2B68]"Again, some of you might know him, Master Bison, An powerful telepath whom is fueled by negative energy, some of you might have had run ins with him before. A crazed Ego Manic who conquered a large amount of the Asian landmass some years ago. Since then, he broke out of the Prison he was sent to and returned to the employ of Mr. Rugal Bernstein over there, whom he had served for a period before striking out on his own."[/color] He explained as he pointed to the Ships current captain, Prompting a cringe from the Former Crimelord as he covered his face slightly.
[color=9F2B68]"Once that partnership ended following a massive underground base explosion, he and several others members of Rugal Bernstein's Cartel went underground for a few years until they he recently reappeared under the title of "Vincent Vega" and proceeded to run for local office, using his powers to quickly climb to federal government. He is now one of the 2 Right Wing front runners in the current election along with one Senator Steven Armstrong."[/color] He explained as the picture changed to that of an Extremely Smug looking man.
[color=9F2B68]"While he is one of the dirtiest Politicians in a developed country, he is a lessor priority then Bison and his cohorts. Now, While I could have done the job myself, one of the first bills he enacted in office was the "War off our Shores Act" which makes it illegal for any military outside of the US to operate within the country, even with government permission. Don't ask me how that works. Effectively, I'd have to invade the country in order to just reach him and by that point, he would go underground again. Add in with the fact that he's been covering his tracks outside of interviews, I can't sent a simple "kill team" after him. And that's before the fact I'd be assassinating/kidnapping a US elected official."[/color]
[color=9F2B68]"This is where you come in. Despite everything, It seems that this ship is technically not classed as "Military" and, thus, is allowed into US Airspace, so the operation is this: We track down Bison though his lackeys, pick them off one by one, disrupting their operation in the process before finally taking him down before he can be sworn in. They are as follows:"[/color] He explained as he went though a series of photos
[color=9F2B68]"Dr. Albert Wesker, former head of Research for Rugal Bernstein's Cartel, Extremely intelligent, Cunning and thanks to an performance enhancing virus, is capable of Super Human feats of strength and speed. Out of all the names on this list, I personally view him as the most dangerous."[/color]
[color=9F2B68]"Dr. Neo Cortex. Former Assistant Head of Research for Rugal Bernstein Cartel. Not unlike Dr. Wesker, he processes a vast intellect in a number of fields, including biology, robotics and quantum physics. Unlike Dr. Wesker, he is easy to break under pressure and mere fear and threats of violence is enough to make him submit, Rugal Bernstein can attest for that."[/color]
[color=9F2B68]"Inuart, no known second name. A popular musician of unknown origin. We don't have much information on him, but we suspect a connection from what communications we were able to intercept. His public persona claims to be an adapt swordsman and we believe he is using the same virus as Dr. Wesker. It's unknown if he has a part in Bison's plan so He is on this list for the sake of covering all bases and as a possible lead in the future."[/color]
[color=9F2B68]"Self proclaimed Dr. Victor Von Doom. An imposer of a fictional comic book villain and one of the most inept people I ever had the displeasure of meeting. His position was-...What did you hire him for, anyway?"[/color] He asked Rugal, only to get a annoyed grunt followed by "Oh, just get on with it!", clearly sick of being put on the spot like this.
[color=9F2B68]"...Either way, he is extremely incompetent and I believe he was kicked out of Bison's group as a result. As a result, we were able to track his current location: A drug haven near Santa Monica run by the Las Venturas Bookies, a local street gang. We believe he is living with one of their members, goes by the name of "Diabs". He is the weakest link and the first on our hit list as result. We take him down, find out what he knows and he'll lead us to the others. Rinse, Repeat until we find Bison himself."[/color]
Closing down the presentation, he then turned to everyone before asking [color=9F2B68]"Now, there may be more targets then we know about, but either way, we'll need to track down Dr. Doom in order to find out...Now, Is there any questions?"[/color]
-For anyone wondering why the line up of villains seems like some dumb fan boy nonsense, a lot of these guys debuted back before I was actually good at RPing (Though Inuart belongs to Bluerocker).
That and I'm a sucker for continuity XD
-The first mission is to capture Victor Von Doom. You can go about any way you wish so feel free to offer up any possible ideas and make sure to ask for as many details as you wish.
-Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about Mizune
I wasn't sure if you wanted to bring in your characters or not, so I kept it open ended for you if you decide to bring them in later. My logic being is that Kazuya is unaware of their existence as they more often then not worked behind the scenes and/or he figures that they died when AIM blew up. (It also explains why he hasn't found Viscus yet, Hurrah for Ass-pulls!)
On top of that, this post was getting asininely long as it was ^^;
The Holy Knight had in some capacity worked his way to the alcoholic beverages in the hanger array. His mustache bristled as he sucked some of the fruit-juice spirit mix through a colored plastic straw. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Kazuya's presentation, keeping to heart the faces and names of each of the individuals on screen. His serious demeanor was something he had not displayed for a long time, and perhaps it would stay that way. However, in the pit of his stomach he could feel the potency of the situation to become somewhat serious during his stay aboard the vessel.
BlackHarte had coiled himself on top of Azan's helmet, which served as a useful hiding place from the Bridge Knight's judging eyes. The technomorph watched the presentation with the same amount of disinterest as he had displayed the countless other times an arc had been presented to the crew of the Rising Dawn.
The ship had scarce changed, but the people had come and gone. BlackHarte felt some wanting as he looked at the gathered crew of unfamiliar faces. He missed the dynamic duo, he missed the kitsune, he missed the stuck-up blue haired family man, he missed the power-crazy alchemist, and he missed the nuclear explosion man. To some extent he even missed the little white haired girl that ran around brandishing her oversized katanas. Those where all memories he held within his black heart, whether they were fond or otherwise. Over the years he had changed his master equally as many times and had to deal with adventures with equal absurdity. He supposed that it was time to embark again, and let the void in his heart open a little wider.
Azan's hand shot up as Kazuya finished the presentation. "Yes!" Azan bellowed, "Azan here has a question!" Azan put down his drink and marched up to Kazuya, BlackHarte swinging back and forth upon his head in sync with his motion. "Azan would like to know the reason that Azan is to be helping you with this endeavor!"
Please excuse him, I've tried to explain many times that this is a band of heroes. Master is a bit slow when it comes to cognitive ability. BlackHarte chimed.
The Bridge Knight unhooked his grand mace from its holster and brought it full to bear, "Azan is a Knight of the Holy Iron Chains! Sworn to protect the weak and uphold the tenants of the Holy See! For what is this 'United States' and why is it important to be protecting from these degenerates you have mentioned!"
[color=9F2B68]...Now, Is there any questions?"[/color]
Icarus raised his hand
"Umm just one concern, if Armstrong is involved that means that we might have to worry about Strider Hiryu," he noticed that name got some attention.
"I also happened to see the news coverage of Darksides attack, and he tried to blame it all on you. If we find anything about the Strider, I have a score to settle with him."
He had been leaning aganst the hangar wall with his wings dissipated without them he looked rather... well not ordinary what with the tunic and cloak but he didn't seem quite so strange, From afar he looked kinda normal.
Before the presentation started with all of it's flair, Storm saw the now unconscious Wanderer being dragged out of the hanger, towards one or another of the G-Corperation's crafts. Kazuya took his place, leaving Storm mentally sighing and praying for his half-crazy half-brother. "That side is never cautious." He muttered under his breath, before focusing his bright blue eyes onto the presenter, with drink in hand of course, giving Violet a silent thanks.
After the speech, Storm had quite a few questions, but there was a big one in mind that needed to be answered. Almost placing his hand up, a loud booming voice caught his attention like a fly in a spider web, instantly turning the Spartan's head around. His gaze was now focused on a rather large armoured figure, questioning his own purpose on this new quest. ("And somehow ... we have a new 'recruit'. Lovely, and he doesn't seem to know anything.") Storm thought, looking upon the armoured man, easily retracting the "recruit" part of his thoughts. This man was a high rank in his home setting.
Turning his focus back to Kazuya, his held back a giggle, he had thought about what armour would be better, his or this new 'commander'. Icarus asked the next question, seemingly a personal question. Storm looked at the angel with no black wings. When he was aboard and apart of the Lightning Archangel's personal army, he had learnt many thing along with his partner AI. If any information was collected about Icarus' black winged kind is that they're, "not good news." Storm said quietly before turning to Kazuya once again.
Raising in hand in proper fashion, Storm awaited his own turn, and immediately said to Kazuya. "What about The President himself. Should we not ask for help or offer the same to him? Especially since I had read files that the Dawn know the US government personally. Surely they would welcome any knowledge we would have?" Storm asked. Knowing that The President is a key figure in this, surly he knows that both Armstrong and Bison are dire threats to his power. Just like most presidents, they do not like to be forced.
The President | [color=6c1504]M. Bison Congressman Vincent Vega.[/color]
Location: The White Crib | Washington D.C.
The President gave out a irritated puff of smoke, seeing one of his new adversaries enter his office. Having the cigar run to it's butt made the current President put it out on a smoke tray. "And I'm doing mine." Said The President, that sentence carried meaning to many things. Right now he was trying to see what Jon Stewart does for the Presidents, yet right next door in their own little 'chamber', two of his most brilliant minds were researching his two rivals in more ways than one.
"I'm leaving soon, just say whatever and go." The President said with a grumble, turning off the television with a remote on his desk. Then he had begun to pour a glass of alcohol, presumably fine whiskey. Looking at Bison, The President looked through his glasses, trying his darn hardest to punch the smug man in the jaw. "Want a glass?" He said with his own smug confident face.
Rising Dawn: Jenny's room - Right after Violet's announcement: Ella, Jenny, Blade, Edge(?), ???
As Blade was attended to by the others, an orange flash made itself known underneath the door to Jenny's room, followed by a knock. When the door was opened, a young woman with brown hair gave a small wave and said, "Hi there! My name's Furiae, and I'm a friend; promise!"
Upon entering the room, the young girl pointed at Ella and Edge, "You guys are Dawn, members, right? You two should probably get going, I got news that someone's coming..." "If it's Kazuya, we already know. He's in the hanger right now.", Jenny snarked weakly.
The newcomer frowned at the news, and gave a sigh, "Well, fudge. I tried to get here as fast as possible. But, I'm here now to help with you and Blade, Jen!"
Following that, she gave a small smile to Ella and Edge, "With that in mind, could you not mention I'm here? I'm gonna surprise my brother a little later, and he worries a lot..."
She's mainly here for a cameo/parts of the arc; but I think a sheet is still fair.
Appearance [http://i.imgur.com/hd2QJ.jpg]
(yeah, I know it looks a little silly, but I can't find an outfit without the black stuff on it.)
EDIT: HUZZAH! [http://i.imgur.com/BxC66SW.png]
Sometimes has her hair up with a clip like this [https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSGyfyBpbgKprcFK4dAdHJ9pXTt-HExJL2SkWbO5ET3yXrtZwJI]
Text Color: deepskyblue
Name: Furiae Species: Somewhere between human and Demon. More on that in the Bio Age: Physically, 19. She's been dead for a little while. Height: 165 cm/5'5" Origin: Drakengard-verse Alignment: Neutral Good, but she leans towards Chaotic
Bio:
Before AA: Furiae was a princess of a small kingdom named Caerleon. In her first 14 years of life, she had enjoyed a happy life with her brother, Caim, and her betrothed, Inuart. However, upon turning 14, a seal appeared on her skin, marking her as the Goddess of her world. To explain, the term "Goddess" is a title; rather, it is a sign of a woman who has taken on the burden of a seal that keeps the world in balance. As such, Goddesses are kept hidden from the public eye by the local priesthood, and are made to live in isolation, unable to marry or have Children. Were it not for some other circumstances, Furiae would have lost contact with her brother and Inuart.
Following that, War struck her home; her parents slaughtered, and her brother and (former) lover going to fight in the Union army (the Empire being the opposing side). All the while, all she could do was pray, bearing the pain of the seal in her flesh. Eventually, Inuart was lost in the war, turning to the enemy side and eventually capturing Furiae; with mad hopes he could turn her back to a normal woman. At this time, the Empire broke the other seals, bringing her immense pain! This, coupled with the cruel manipulations of the Empire's leader, coerced Furiae into committing suicide; which began the breaking of the world.
So came her first resurrection. Inuart used forbidden magic to bring her back from the dead, but it brought forth a monster rather than a "goddess". After she took wing, it became Caim and Angelus' job to shlot her down, leaving her dead for a second time; but not without clones of her monstrous self to be reborn and signify the worlds end...
AA Bio: ...Well, she would have remained a corpse, if Inuart hadn't grabbed what was left of Furiae's body before travelling to the AA world, eventually meeting with the Cartel, and using some of Cortex's technology to bring her back from the dead! With a new life, Furiae found herself both free from the seal, and feeling her demonic side still lurking within.
But, she was not a prisoner forever. After the Author Devon discerned her location, a party of Caim, Angelus, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg, Devon, Melethia, and Teri crashed into AIM's Base and busted the former Goddess out of AIM's clutches, and she's stayed with the Striders, under Hiryu's guidance, since. Once under Hiryu's tutelage, Furiae found that with his help, she was able to bring her demonic side under control; and be able to make a difference in the world through missions and espionage. Or, in this case, popping in to aid her new Pokemon friends, Blade and Jenny.
Personality: Being 19, and free to express herself fully, Furiae has blossomed into a much more cheerful person; diligently doing work for the Striders with a smile and a determined will. She takes each task as a challenge, and will do what she can to see it through; even if her work isn't as deadly or nasty as other Striders. This has brought forth a very "go getter" quality in Furiae, and she seeks to be far more active in the events about her, rather than being a passive bystander like before.
However, seeing as she was subjugated under the arduous authority of the Goddess system, she's got a bit of a rebellious streak when it comes to authority as a whole, and it takes a very large amount of her training as a Princess to maintain a calm composure; especially when it comes to verdicts that she sees as unfair. Even so, Furiae is the sort of person who would try to do something behind her superior's backs, if only to bring forth (what she sees) as a better outcome.
Weapons/Equipment: Her knife, pictured. With some string pulling by Hiryu, it's been retrofited to Class B Strider Standard, and uses Plasma Energy like other Strider based weaponry (See: here [http://strider.wikia.com/wiki/Striders#B_Class] and here [http://strider.wikia.com/wiki/Striders#Weaponry]).
Standard issue Strider utility belt - Contains smoke bombs and throwing knives (x3), and extra vials of control serum
Bracers, filled with a control serum (see Weaknesses).
Abilities/Powers: Strider Training: Under Hiryu's training, Furiae's learned the basics of self defense with hand to hand, and knife based fighting. Life as a Princess: Furiae has a decent grip on social situations, and is able to use decorum and grace to a fairly capable degree (even if she hates every second of it)
Demon Powers: Being brought back by Cortex's technology has had a few after effects, mainly, the Demonic being that Furiae once was remains within her. Furiae is learning to control fragments of that side of her; but a full on transformation is the last thing she wants.
Appearnce when fully transformed [http://lparchive.org/Drakengard/Update%2034/32-goddessconcept.jpg]
(We're going to assume she has some kind of special bra to keep her modesty)
Furiae's powers for this form are far more limited if she remains in mortal form while using them, and follow a progression of availability as follows: Tentacles, Wings, (Singular)Crescents, Physical Mutations (elongated arms/extra features/Tail), (Multiple) Cresencts, Swords. The further she allows herself to dip into her other side, the more feral she becomes. As such, Furiae's tactics usually keep to the Singular Crescents at the most. Also, Some attacks are restricted to her Fully Transformed self (such as the swords)
- Tentacles, six from her back, and one that forms as a tail-like appendage. Four of them reach at her (normal) arm's length, and the two longer ones can reach about 6 feet away from Furiae.
- Crescent beams of light [http://lparchive.org/Drakengard/Update%2034/7-wellfuck15.jpg]. Painful to those who are hit by them; especially unguarded by flesh. In her mortal form, Furiae can only launch about 1 of these at at time. In her demon form, she can launch 3-5 at a time.
- (FT) Extended limbs/Mutations, if she allows herself, Furiae will grow to about the size of a small car, her arms and tentacles growing in proportion to the change (her arms becoming a freakish length in the process)
- (FT) Swords - Her most powerful attack, Furiae brings up a shield that blocks even dragon for a brief moment, calling in 12 swords that float around her for a moment, before launching them at others. It should be noted that the swords CAN be destroyed before they're launched.
Weaknesses: Mortal form: As much as she's trained and improved, Furiae has only come so far. In her normal mortal form, she's very easy to kill via the usual suspects (guns/knives/etc). It's safer to say she's a finesse fighter in her normal form.
Serum: As mentioned earlier, Furiae uses a control serum synthesized by Cortex to keep her demon side in control. Without it, Furiae has a much harder time keeping her other form in line. Furiae will have to remove the bracers from her arms (which contain said serum) if she wants to transform fully, but she will lose control of herself in the process. In an inverse manner, if she is fully transformed, an injection of the serum can make her revert back very quickly.
Muh Emotions!: Tying in with the Serum, if Furiae is without the serum for too long, her emotional responses can activate her demon side far more frequently; especially under stress.
IT BURNS!: Furiae's Demon form is very susceptible to fire based attacks of a high enough intensity. Flamethrowers, magic, dragon fire; you name it.
Rising Dawn Hanger Bay: Kazuya, Rising Dawn
The Cutie Bruisers gave another determined nod to Chris and Devon regarding their language learning, even if bad words had been omitted from their vocabulary, "Besides, who knows what mother would do to us if we said naughty words?"
[color=15650D]"Bed without dinner, be'd my guess..."[/color]
After entering the Hangar with the rest of the party, the duo grabbed margaritas for themselves (which were made virgin the moment the bartender heard their voices) and a pair for Devon and Chris, and began to sip on the fruity drinks while Kazuya gave his briefing. During it, the duo whispered some explanations of their own to the Drow lady, hoping to catch her up to speed, Cadolbolg being the one to carry surprisingly more insight than his counterpart, "You know... Now that I think about it, I've SEEN a lot of these guys, and I fought some of them with Father and Mother. I remember the Creepy Smiling Man (Bison), the bighead (Cortex) and the sunglasses guy (Wesker) best though. None of them were very nice; and the Bighead sicked that Dingo-Dile on us in that AIM place!"
[color=15650D]"Hey Devon, you remember that redhead (Inuart)? Wasn't he the guy that kidnapped Mr. Caim's sister? He was really creepy too-"[/color]
Code:
"HE'S ALIVE?!"
[color=15650D]"...Welp, Cadolbolg, we found Mr. Caim."[/color]
Caim and Angelus, on the other hand, were further ahead of the Cuties (and still unaware that they were there at all), and listening intently to Kazuya's lecture regarding the Cartel members... At least, he was going to remain calm, until Inuart showed up.
Code:
"He's... HE'S ALIVE?!"
What was formerly a calm expression melted into an angry glare at the projection screen as Kazuya went through the rest of the meeting, Angelus adding at the end, *to cover up the outburst) with, "We've a bit of a personal history with Inuart, Kazuya. Don't mind my partner here." "You need to calm yourself, Caim. We'll get to him in due time... How about focusing upon the task now? The sooner we get to Doom, the sooner we get to Inuart?"
Ah, ever the great tactic of focusing and diverting. With that in mind, Caim kept his scowl, but didnt' seem intent on destroying anything. Rather, he turned to Kazuya and asked,
Code:
"What's the procedure on bagging Doom? Any sort of hide away we have to burst wide open?"
However, Icarus' comment did draw notice from the dragoness, and she addressed the lad, "Strider? Do you mean Hiryu? Last I checked, he was on our side..."
As for Teri, she held her breath for a scant moment as Kazuya went over the list of baddies, an irrational fear that Bruiser was going to crop up on that list, even if she had personally killed him at AIM (after all, he was particularly infamous for coming back from the dead). However, as it ended with Doom instead of the Machoke, the Cleric exhaled loudly in relief and put a hand on Garm, a common gesture for when she was stressed.
The wolf in question did notice, however, and whispered, [color=365D60]"Why do you sound so frightened? Nothing's happened yet."[/color]
[color=0E59e4]"Scared? Nah, I'm not scared! Actually, I was thinking about a Margarita..."[/color]
[color=365D60]"You have one in your hand now. You got them for yourself and Melethia after we entered."[/color]
[color=0E59E4]"Oh! Uh... whoops... Erm... Come on Mel, tell this silly wolfie I'm fine! He just worries too much!"[/color]
Chris looked around the hangar bay as she entered it, having never been in this part of the ship - or many others, for that matter - before. She did take some comfort from seeing the faces of people she'd had at least some friendly conversations with before. I really should get around to... exploring more, if I'm going to be here a while. She tilted her head a little, a faint frown crossing her visage as she sees the two youths grabbing a drink, before noting the bartender had things well under control. She sniffed at the margarita for a moment. "It's... not scotch, but..." She took a small sip, just enough to taste it. "It should... suffice for now." She listened in to the briefing, taking notes of what the two add in as well.
She smiled as she looked at the two. "And... we'll get you to your parents after the meeting is over, and I'll... talk about your lessons with them, to make sure... they're okay with it."
Her brow furrowed slightly in concern as she listened to the plan. Something didn't seem right about it, but what was it? She sighed and shook her head as she realized what it was. Unsure of herself in a situation like this, she instead leaned over to Devon. "There's something wrong with the plan... if you limit yourself to just one target at a time, that gives them more time to respond, and plenty of time for information to make it back up to the top. They're... going to know something's up after the first attack." She nibbled on her lower lip. "If... this is all the information they have, it's... unavoidable, perhaps, but still..."
Rising Dawn: Jenny's room - Right after Violet's announcement: Ella, Jenny, Blade, Edge(?), Furiae
Ella nodded, folding her arms as the reunion took place. "For one, Blade, sorry about the reaction. Just a bit jumpy after the last bit, and a bit of healing should do you well. Also, Edge, thanks for stepping in there with the water as well." She then shook Edge's hand in a measure of gratitude before looking to Furiae, stretching her wings idly.
"Yeah, yeah, I know we got a VIP here. Thing is, I just ruined Jenny's reunion night with Blade here so I'm staying right here. I can hear about whatever talk new guy has later; and speaking of meeting people, the others here are Blade, Edge, and myself, Ella." She then twirled around the ring on her finger, calmly awaiting word from the others what it was going to be this time. Could be worse, really - although it's probably best, what with the new person onboard the ship here. She'll have some time to adapt a bit more after the stuff that went on in that desert.
Rising Dawn Hanger Bay: Kazuya, Rising Dawn
Devon patted the boys on the head as she sipped on her drink, cringing as she heard the shout. [color=00c863]"Chris, to be fair we don't have the manpower for a coordinated assault all at once. Most we could easily do is groups of two, but we have to play to our strengths here. After all, taking out one at a time doesn't mean we have to move slow. After all, Ton-Ton and Cadol here can mention that it only took us three days to handle the stuff with the Shadows a while back."[/color]
She also replied to Ton-Ton's inquiry. [color=00c863]"I just hope he isn't as obsessive, because I'm not looking to deal with that again. If he's high enough on the list to be pointed out like that, then he's definitely improved."[/color] She had a feeling the others would handle the questions after that well, so she instead sipped at the fruity beverage while she began mapping out her possible uses here. [color=00c863]"Caim, Angelus, mind if I work with the boys to learn a language from Chris? I thought she could use another friend, and since she doesn't have a ring I thought having a discreet language would work a bit better for that."[/color]
[hr]
Mel, however, was sipping on a virgin margarita as well as she rather bluntly rebuts her sister with, "You were scared, sis. It's easy to see, and I agree with Garm. Thing is, face it when it comes and not before. Right now, we're just mapping this out." After the rebuttal, she joined Teri in stroking Garm's fur. He seemed to like it, after all, and he was a pretty nice companion to have.
In addition, she waved calmly to Violet. "Thanks for the drinks - bit too sweet, but they're still plenty good!" She'd mention more about Kazuya, but as it were right now she didn't remember the man too much.
[hr]
This left Slindis to step in and add her input, standing near Rugal as she began the conversation. [color=c200]"Kazuya, mind telling us what you envision your role to be in this operation? That hasn't been too well defined, to be honest. Information is one thing, certainly, and that is appreciated. However, clarity is needed here and rapidly."[/color] She also rubbed her chin, thinking out the moves ahead.
She also looked to Rugal as she added in, [color=c200]"I would also like to point out that antagonizing Rugal when he is the most connected of us, and thus the one to best know how they work, is rather counterproductive. Never mind that it's a bit unwarranted at this moment."[/color]
[color=6c1504]"No thank you, I'm fine."[/color] Vega said as he took a nice big puff of cigar smoke before blowing it into the air.
[color=6c1504]"As for why I'm here, I just wanted to congratulate you on your new polls, 20 points behind. Your going a lot better then I thought you would."[/color] He then jabbed as he reclined in his chair.
[color=6c1504]"I mean, the fucking CEO with the Private Army is more popular then you. And that's after the fundraiser when he got covered in shit!"[/color] He added as he recalled that one time some "Masked Mad Man" drove in with a septic tank and covered half the crowd in sewerage.
Right as he said that, The President got a phone-call from his Chief of Staff (Goddammit Pierce).
But the important part was the bit when he expected to hear Pierces annoying voice, he instead got the voice of a french woman talking to him.
"Bonjour, est-ce le President? I wish to talk to him about his chief of staff...
After the crew had spoken their piece, Kazuya began to go though their questions one by one.
[color=9F2B68]"First, I'm sure Azan would agree that defeating a magical powered being with the ability to control the hearts and minds of men would be a lot easier if he didn't have 300 million subjects, one of the largest land masses in the world and enough weapons of mass destruction to blow this entire planet up a million times over, wouldn't Azan agree?"[/color] He answered, referring to the Knight in 3rd person to make his point clear, if not patronizingly.
Pausing slightly at Icarus's statement, mostly from the fact he brought it up, he cleared his throat before stating [color=9f2b68]"We'll get to that part later, Icarus. For now, It's in our best interests to focus on Bison. On top of that, any of my attempts to inquire about Hiryu in relation to Armstrong are either ignored or stated as "He's undercover". I'm not sure what the situation there is, but if it is an undercover operation, then we should leave the Striders to it. As secretive as they might be about their inner workings and plans, I've learned better then to question their judgement and Hiryu can take care of himself.
As for Armstrong blaming me for the attacks...He's a politician, what were you expecting him to do? Award me with a Medal?"[/color]
Moving on to Storm's question about the acting President, he answered [color=9f2b68]"I had thought about that, but personally, I find that he is too brash and un-predictable for this kind of operation. Also, in an election, I can imagine that Bison would love to be able to play the victim when the President is seen to be actively hunting him down, it's one of the reasons I believe he hasn't done so already. Add in all the Xenophobic fervor that both him and Armstrong is whipping up, him publicly allying with an internationalist group would be the last thing his campaign could live though. Now, if he makes contact with us, I'm willing to let him in, but all going well, the operation will be said and done before he even knows it's happening."[/color]
After Caim's outburst at seeing Inuart, Kazuya then explained [color=9f2b68]"The best we could do was narrow it down to a single area, We don't have the contacts in the country that we once had. He is located somewhere in Bookie's turf, an area of urbandecay in Los Angeles after the City Councilmen, namely Bison, embezzled the development funding. Doom is most likely aiding in their criminal operation. How exactly, I'm not sure, but at that level, any expertise outside of holding up corner shops is a plus. Most likely why he isn't dead yet. Our presence and actions will be covered by a bribe to a local news station as mere "Gang Warfare" as to not tip off the others at Doom's sudden disappearance, if he is still even in contact with them. These people are the lowest rung of humanity, Killers, Drug Dealers, Thugs, Thieves, All of them stuck in the "Ghetto" mentality of the '90s. they won't be missed."[/color]
During his breakdown of the hovel Doom was hiding out in, He overheard Chris and Devon talking about how limiting it seemed to deal with one target at a time.
[color=9f2b68]"I share your concerns-....I don't seem to recall your names, but if there was a quicker way of finding them, I would have taken. I can't track them in any database without the NSA knowing, something Bison most likely would have thought of. I have no leads as to the current identities of his men, nor their locations. Doom is the best shot we have, Inuart is also an option, but his connection with the group wouldn't be so ingrained. Doom? It's his only purpose, he has no other skills, no connections, no "Friends", He's nothing without them which makes him a good pawn, which is what we are counting on if we wish to get any information out of him."[/color]
Finally, he turned to Slindis as she questioned his role, as well seemingly defending Rugal from his constant reminders of his former life.
[color=9f2b68]"Me and my unit will remain here, aiding in the capture, detainment, integration and incarceration of the targets. While I know your group gets results, I've invested far too much in this manhunt to just hand it all over to all of you. I wish to be there when the last remains of the Cartel are finally brought to justice."[/color] He explained, his gaze turning to Rugal for that last comment, the two men staring at each other.
[color=9f2b68]"Believe me, if I wished to antagonize Rugal, I would have just called UNIT and let him explain to them why one of the most wanted men in history is running your ship. Don't worry, I have no intention of doing so. As for what he knows about the Targets, If there else we need to know, Feel free to tell us..."[/color] He then replied with a satisfied grin before offering the stage to Rugal...
During the entire presentation, Rugal had a stern look on his face as Kazuya gleeful dug up a chapter of his history he has hoping to finally get away from, but if Bison was trying to make a move...
"...For all their vaults, I've found that they are surprising loyal to each other. No doubt under my-...*Ahem* [sub]Leadership[/sub], they've grown close to each other. That could be used a weakness, If Doom turns out to be a waste of time, we might still be able to lure them out by simply holding him, prompting them to look for him. Aside form that, I defer to your judgement...Seeing how you clearly know so much about them during *your* stay in my Cartel..." He answered back, not willing to just sit there and take it laying down.
Once he was done, he then turned and smiled to Slindis before sending over the rings "Thank you for that. Kazuya is slow to forgive and even slower to forget. Hopefully, he'll take it out on them rather then me, but I have a feeling this is going to get worse before it gets better..."
David meanwhile added little to the debate as he loudly sucked the straw of his margarita.
"So a simple "Search and Capture" Op? Shouldn't be too bad. Pick them up, pick their brains and ship them off to UNIT. Hell, I could make Brigadier General for a gig like this!" He chuckled, imagining himself getting a nice big shiny medal to rub in Richardson's face at the end of all this.
After their brief exchange, Jenny soon mellowed out after her harsh rebuttal to Furiae's appearance. "Don't worry, It's alright. Sorry for snapping Furiae, just-...Seems like whenever we get a quiet moment, it never lasts long enough..." She explained as she sat on the bed beside Blade as she began to spray on some of the Potions she brought up, massaging it in afterwards. "Still, I'm sure he'll be glad to see you, Angelus as well, Provided that Kazuya didn't just whisk them away into another dimension or something..."
Blade meanwhile was little confused by what exactly Ella was talking about while he winced at the healing being applied to him. "...What reaction was-[sub]ow[/sub]-that? All I remember was...Beaming ab-[sub]ow[/sub]-board...something maroon colored...then a LOT of pain, more then usual...Then I woke up here..." He recounted, stalling as he did as his wounds were being mended.
His gaze then went to Furiae, smirking before saying "Well, well, well, Look who it is? "The Fury" herself? Finally got leave I see. Hey, Remember when I said that Hien would be the death of me?...Guess I was wrong, huh?" He joked, making light of his situation, granted, he was still in a lot of pain, but wounds would mend and he was finally home. "Besides, J here would kill me if I died." "You're damn right I would! Now hold still, don't want you bleeding all over my bed." "Oh, so it's YOUR bed now?" "*Giggle* Fine, our Bed."
After Kazuya answered the Spartan's question, Storm gave an approving nod, indicating that he is satisfied with the answer. After all, he does not know this world's current President, for all we know know he could be a complete psychopath who has something again the Rising Dawn crew. Pondering on the thought for a second, his head automatically moved to the pile of spilled equipment by his corner of the hanger. Grunting in annoyance, it had seem that the world was again him this day.
"Well ... we have a villain, a reason, and even some help. I say we do it." Storm said and began to sip on his drink, finishing it, and walking over to his equipment, sorting it out for the future mission. He brandished his energy sword then katana, mainly focusing on the Japanese blade. Storm then began to sharpen the blade while listening to the rest. He was a soldier after all, orders is what he is used to, even if he did not like them. Though if they become outside of his comfort zone, he would receive a new CO due to 'self-harm'.
The President | [color=6c1504]M. Bison Congressman Vincent Vega.[/color]
Location: The White Crib | Washington D.C.
Smiling now with a nice view of his pure white smile, he said "That will change quite so-". His mobile on the desk rang, with a "gangsta" like tune. Looking at the name The President cursed it, immediately bringing up the purple mobile, not caring about his current 'guest', he answered it and immediately spoke "Listen here Pierce ... ". Yet once the lady spoke, The President's eyes lit up with surprise. His other hand was held up fast, stopping Vega from saying anything else.
As soon as that happened, a agent dressed in a light-ish purple opened the door and poked his head in, "Mr. President". Noticing the call, the Commander-In-Chief's free hand moved under the desk and a buzzing noise emitted from the wooden object. Blue light sprang up in the room, and it faded, leaving two figures in the room. One figure wearing a long dark purple robe, hooded. The other with pale skin, white hair, and eyes that had a tone of aggressive concern.
If Vega knew, these were his current "advisors", they had only appeared once in separate White Crib announcements.
Vega watched as the two "advisors" suddenly appeared in the room, figuring it had something to do with who ever was on the phone.
[color=6c1504]...Hmmm...This could be interesting...[/color] He thought as he turned the chair around to get a view of what was going on as he enjoyed his drink and cigar.
The woman on the phone then spoke again: "You see, Monsieur President, there was more then just dusty old rich men and spoiled bankers at that fundraiser you "Invited" yourself to. Yes...We know about the septic truck. Dear Pierce gets so talkative with a gentle touch on his-" (Goddammit Pierce) "Now, we were going to simply kill him but my employer insisted we go about in a more "Public" way. Make an example out of someone to show what it means to go against the established order. Namely, an example to you. Next time, Monsieur President, remember who is in charge of this country. Au Revoir~"
The women then hung up once her message was given...
Boss rolled his eyes, and stayed silent. Bison again. he thought. How many times to you have to beat the crap out of a walking psychic nuke before he finally gets the point? Boss smiled. But hey. If I'm being honest, I'd love a chance to show him how real psychic powers work. By throwing things at him. With my brain. Big things.
Edge grabbed the basin out of the air and put it next to the bed, dipped his fingers in the water, and brought them back out; a thin tendril of water, illuminated with a soft white glow, came up from the basin, attached to Edge's fingers. "He'll be fine." Edge said to Jenny, touching Blade's forehead. "I'm pretty sure it looks worse than it is. I didn't sense any internal damage when I was healing him before. Some healing and a bit of sleep and he'll be fine."
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