Dolores bowed her head at Luke, her eyes wavering from place to place. Sweat beaded her forehead. "Ah, I don't think that would be the best course of action." She shifted her weight back and tried to put more of Faust on the bar stool. The larger woman looked as if she was going to crush the young barkeep. "I have to help Faust here with a matter of private concern, as a friend. I don't think having the imps around at all would be a good idea." She pronounced the word "imps" with about the same tone as someone pronouncing the word "vagrant."
Speaking of the elder bartender. He looked a bit... devilish. His face, his hair, the way he carried himself reminded Azan of someone he had met previously. A long time ago, or a short time ago, he couldn't be totally sure. But something like a false radiance.
The exasperated woman heaved all of Faust back onto her bar stool and sat down on the floor. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were pulled tight, her silk shirt wrinkled and black tied loose. Her hair was somewhat unsettled with loose strands hanging over her green eyes. She's a pretty girl. Wouldn't look out of place in the Vatican.
"I... don't think I can carry her though," Dolores looked as if she had swallowed a poison capsule. She breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling dramatically. A little boyish, but pretty indeed. Azan pondered for a moment whether or not he should assist, but in the end decided against it. In truth, I am no longer a knight.
Just then Cadolbolg drifted in and addressed Dolores. "Ms. Stranger Bartender," it said. Dragons, haven't seen those in quite some time. Dolores looked up and waved back weakly.
[sub]"That's right... no magic. There can't be any magic near the terminal..."[/sub] She grit her teeth. [sub]"That."[/sub] Dolores' mouthed through her teeth, [sub]"fucking"[/sub] she raised her head a little bit to look out the window. There was a dissonant venom on her tongue [sub]"whore..."[/sub] She looked up straight at Azan. The light from the window shone directly into her eyes.
He nearly fell out his chair. So startled was Azan that he spilled some of the honeyed wine he had in his tankard. What in the world.
Dolores turned away from Azan abashedly, putting a hand on her cheek. It was brief, but Azan saw it. Her eyes, her beautiful green eyes were actually a blue darker than even the deepest black.
Starting to walk around the container, The President stepped slowly, his gaze scanning over Krizalid. The Boss saw much, but not all. His fighting structure held no openings, and most of all, his aura felt outstanding. "Okay I'm going to cut all the bullshit." The President said as he stopped and pulled up a chair. Sitting down, chest to back of the seat, the President became casual.
"I have no doubts, you certainly could easily break out of there." The President sighed, taking a few seconds to think. "Three simple questions. Who are you, where did you come from, and why were you stuck in that lab?"
After talking, The President awaited his response, but his mind worked. The man was locked away, so he certainly isn't directly working under Vega. Yet, the Boss hoped that he would be able to win over this Irish man, after all, he wants something, and The Prez was eighty percent sure he could get it.
(I would write more, but my mind is frozen for now. ^^')
The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Airship Rising Dawn | The Canteen ///@KatyR: W3@p n0t 4 r0@dz untr@v3l3d.///
As the Bartender, Luke, had stated now might not have been the best time for Katya to do either task that had been requested of her, whether it was examination of an interface module or drag a fully drunk young woman back to her room to look at her "interface module." In either case something would more than likely end up screwed and not necessarily in a good way. Besides, the last thing that Katya wanted to waste the buzz she was feeling on was baby sitting a drunken Faust. The Rising Dawn's resident Computer Scientist might have liked the girl but she didn't know the girl well enough to hold her hair while she praying the porcelain goddess. Besides an even greater opportunity than tinkering had presented itself, the opportunity to troll Lucky Luke the Tender of Bars.
"Dinner? Don't tell me that you're going to go and do the whole dinner and a movie bit are you? If you are, choose something scary... maybe the Exorcist?" The interfering interfacer slurred as she swayed in her stool, eyeing the secondary bartender, Dolores, playing the role of Atlas while Faust played the role of the infinitely heavy Heavens.
A commotion on the other side of the bar caught Katya's attention. It appeared that Katya wasn't the only person exercising their right to imbibe in excess. Spotting Azan, Katya raised her voice just loud enough for everyone in the Canteen to hear.
"C...cut dat man off righ-now! Ca...Can't even keep all dah booooze in his cup! Aboos I sai! Alceehol aboos!!" Katya slurred before spotting her favorite mini-dragon, wrapping him up in a squeeze that would have made a doll's eyes pop out, "CADDY!!!"
Things did seem to be getting rather interesting in the Rising Dawn's Canteen. Of course while everything was going on, connections were being made, though these connections weren't breaking any land speed records.
Wheeling upon the half flattered bartender, her stomach flipping in the process, Katya managed to slur something about "Yur her interfrace fren?!" before unleashing an unholy rainbow of partially digested foods and drink upon the half pint server of pints.
"Oh... oh man... I feel better." Katya muttered as she motioned for a glass of water from Luke.
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Paradigm Story | World of Darkness
Selmy's dramatic thematic shift as being in balance with BEWP's rendering of its home world was not lost upon the nano-agent swarm. Her role as a predator was cast as she slaughtered the floater, its corpse drifted slowly from the sky before setting upon another of the core oases nearby. Landing upon one of the vents, the hydrogen trapped in the floater's gas sac ignited, sending a plume of flame high into the air, igniting some of the frozen atmospheric gasses that swirled overhead.
As the world burned and Mu-12 turned its Observational powers towards her prey, BEWP's memory cores spun up, a replay of its entrance into the world reinforced what BEWP had already deduced: in its current state, BEWP was no match for Mu-12. This was especially true since the construct was still Observing Ruby, even as Mu-12 Observation ripped BEWP from her body.
Hovering over the water, the nano-swarm swirled as it sought to construct some sort of organized formation. The hesitation came at a price as one of the bladed petals swooped through the mass, annihilating 9.5% of the existing agents.
The swarm retreated away from the berserk unit, swirling as it dodged Selmy's continued assault, increasing the distance between itself and the danger as its Shaper Routines came online. Pausing, the disorganized mass coalesced into one of the most simple of shapes, a sphere.
Mu-12 wasn't the only danger however. The world was still as dangerous as ever and one of the black shimmering koi that populated the pool made its presence known, swallowing BEWP whole. A seemingly anti-climatic ending for such a build up.
"Leave him alone!!" A young female voice behind Selmy yelled out over the chaos.
Krizalid seemed amused by the president's answers, giving a hearty laugh at his demands.
"Seriously Boyo? You lock me away like this and you don't even know who I am?" He mockingly pointed out as he kept throwing his ball against the cell, a resounding bang occurring every time.
"As for where I came from, well, with a Ma and Man love each very much...They do and mix some chemicals together in Black Mesa. And here I am..." He said, unaware that wasn't actually at Black Mesa, sounds like the President just out a lead!
"Why was i there? Same reason anything else is: You Yanks always want yer fancy weapons...Don't care where they come from, what cha gotta do to get them, just so long as they can do something neat like this..." He said before he stood up before showing off his power, Doing so far as to make a pair of blazing wings [http://www.fightersgeneration.com/characters2/kofKrizalid2Animated5.gif] as he turned up the heat.
The Containment Chamber kept most of the heat in, but it still enough to increase the room temperature by a large amount.
Once he was done, all the glass in the cell was marred with source marks, though he was able to make out his shit eating grin as he tossed up the ball again before getting back to throwing it against the glass.
"Damn it's nice to finally be out of that damn suit! Next time I have to wear some sort of cosplay "disguise" and someone tells me my true shape is unfit, I'd rather present them with the fire prevention gear and express that they would need it if they continued to insist." Kala mused, sweat beading off of her face as she slipped on her normal robes.
"It could have been worse. Did you see what Dr. Violet picked out on Nadalia's behalf? At least you looked the slightest bit obscure and intimidating... they looked like a child's dress up doll. I'm starting to wonder about Dr. Violet..." ARES quipped, their disguise in a heap on the bed.
"Yeah I guess so- wait, how long have you- WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?!" she inquisitively shouted at the construct.
"I figured it would be more discreet to get out of that disguise in a room no one else was in... I was mistaken about you being here. Also, if your concerned about me being here for any other reason, those parts don't function whatsoever. I do want to know though, since you have to wear red all the time, and even your underwear is red... what do you do when you need to shower?"
Taken aback by a question they were never asked before, rather than supply a legitimate answer, the door nearly flew off it's hinges with ARES being shoved out of the room. "That's not for ANYONE to kn-!"
The two were caught by surprise at the sudden blast, certainly able to put their squabble aside for the time being. After all, potential structural damage to the ship under their feet several thousand feet in the air? Definitely takes precedence over anything
If Elise were to look over their shoulder at any point, they would see that the blast was certainly not going unheeded. Firstly, an absolute blur zoom by, almost seeming as though they should create some small swish of air, but they leave no sound of footfall, and even the air doesn't seem to resist their advance.
Kalastryn runs up some distance behind, stopping and keeling over to catch their breath just outside the disrupted gathering. "Whew, never thought keeping up with someone with steel for... well everything, would be so hard to do!"
As she wipes the sweat from her brow, she glances in the door to see a fresh face (Elise), Icarus, and... the entirety of Kazuya's staff sitting around on their asses!?
Just as sarcastic as they always can be when she wants to, she corrects her posture upright from her doubled over stance of catching her breath and leans into the door.
"I enjoy my time off as much as anyone else, but how is your boss going to react when the first responders to that huge explosion happen to NOT be the people he signs a paycheck for to deal with it? It's not a race or anything, but I'm just saying that ignoring mid-flight detonations of that caliber isn't going to look good on your résumé folks. she snidely says before taking one more deep breath and sprinting off again.
The Rising Dawn: Brig: Deadshot, Doom, Cortex, Teri, Garm
[color=b4b4]"You-!...Educated slightly attractive teen! What have you done to me?!"[/color]
As Garm gave another growl to the much shorter doctor, Teri's eyes opened from her prayers, and coolly explained the situation to Cortex, (seeing as she couldn't get around the fact that Cortex would be aware of the effects, one way or another) [color=0E59E4]"I've cast a spell called zone of truth, it is exactly what it sounds like. Now, care to tell me what you know about your fellow cartel member's whereabouts?"[/color]
[color=b4b4]"...No, I wouldn't really care to do so."[/color]
With a resigned sigh, Teri only shook her head as she looked over her Tablet, giving Dimitri a quiet heads up about her next query, [color=0E59E4]"Alright, I'll start with the direct questions if you won't cooperate. Dimitri, which one is Kazuya showing interest in?"[/color]
The intercom buzzed for a moment as the butler AI answered, [color=3897E0]
Code:
"Wesker, I believe."
[/color]
[color=0E59E4]"Alright then. What sort of stuff does Wesker have cooked up for us?"[/color]
Cortex writhed on the spot, almost looking as if his eye were to bug out of his head before he finally gasped out, [color=b4b4]"...GAH! He's the Administrator of Black Mesa, a US Military Research Hub. It's basically where all the cool toys the US has are created. It could be anything from an advanced weapons system to B.O.W.s. I'll admit, he was rather tight lipped about what went on over there on account that a lot of the base are "reformed" mad scientists who gave up trying to take over the world in exchange for working on the Taxpayer's dollar."[/color]
[color=0E59E4]"So you aren't aware of what his facility holds? For example, what sort of BOWs he has right now? Last thing we need is a bunch of Tyrants and T-Virus zombies."[/color]
Cortex's lips remained sealed for a moment, before he gasped out again - [color=b4b4]"FUCK THIS DAMN FIELD![/color], before slumping in his seat, and began to speak again, seeming to get a rather large headache in an attempt to ward off the affects of the truth spell, [color=b4b4]"...It's Wesker. He'll either have T-Virus B.O.W.s or B.O.W.s advanced enough to render them moot."[/color]
[color=0E59E4]"Fair enough. Any other weapons of note?"[/color]
[color=b4b4]"Again, this is the main research center for the entire US Military. You'd sooner answer what weapons it doesn't have in storage."[/color]
[color=0E59E4]"So Bison has his fingers in a lot of pies, huh?"[/color]
[color=b4b4]"....Is there is really no fucking way to get out of this thing!?...After he became a congressman, he went to a Pentagon fund raiser. By the time he left, Wesker had the Admin position. It's less that he has his fingers in pies, but rather he can "Very Nicely" ask for a slice. It's how I got my job...[/color]
[color=0E59E4]"By the way, now that you're aware of the circumstance, I think you owe Doom an apology."[/color]
[color=b4b4]...I would, but honestly, I'm too enraged at this moment in time to do so.[/color]
Teri blinked in surprise at the extra influx of information, and made another note on whatever document she was filling out on her Tablet, [color=0E59E4]"Now, that, I wasn't expecting...hmn... Mr. Guards? Is there anything else I should ask?"[/color]
There was a distinctly pregnant pause, before one of the guards spoke up quietly, "...What does the N stand for?"
Teri gave a shake of her head at the query, smugly answering, [color=0E59E4]"Neo, duh![/color], but was cut off by Cortex cutting in again, groaning at the question and muttering, [color=b4b4]"[small]Oh please don't make me answer this[/small]...It stands for Nerd. It was painted my head when I was 3 by a group of mean spirited clowns. They then all died in a freak "Fire Breather" explosion...[/color]
The Cleric paused at Cortex's matter of fact explanation of the circus' demise, and tried to back out of the conversation gently with, [color=0E59E4]"...I don't think you need to explain that.[/color]
However, the second Guard seemed a bit more interested with the tale, "Wait...You killed them at age 3?"
Cortex shrugged, and looked at his glove like it was but another Tuesday, [color=b4b4]"Not just them, the entire circus and everyone in the crowd. They all loved the spotlight and teased me for wanting to do something more productive with my life like learn Science...I like to think they are happy with how they died. Oh yes, there was QUITE the news coverage...[small]Fucking attention whores, the lot of them...[/small]"[/color]
Teri took an involuntary step back at Cortex's confession, her eyes wide with horror as she asked the guards [color=0E59e4]"...if you guys don't have any more questions, I think we're done..."[/color]
The guards only looked at each other, their expressions matching the Cleric's, as the second of the two of them shakily announced (in what little he could keep of his bravado), "...I think I'll change my shift now..."
[color=0E59E4]"Do I need to give Kazuya a direct report, or are one of you two going to do it for me? Alternatively, I could have Dimitri send a recording of this session-"[/color]
Before she could finish her sentence, the second guard ran out of the room, shouting, "I'LL DO IT!" as he streaked down the halls, leaving Teri with herself, her wolf, and the lone guard (who looked just as unnerved as his partner) with the psychos in the Brig; aka - not a situation Teri was feeling any more comfortable with. Still, with the interrogation done, Teri tried to give a final formality in giving a closing to the prisoners, as well as asking about any other possible needs they had, [color=0E59E4]"...okay then. Um.. that'll be all, doctor. I'll make sure the imps send in food that wasn't cooked by wanderer. Um...do the rest of you need anything else?"[/color]
Cortex walked up to the bars in silence, before grabbing them with a cold, hard grip. Giving the young woman an armor piercing glare, the doctor's voice seemed to resound far more deeply as he spoke, his answer quiet enough to warrant the girl to move ever so slightly closer as he said, [color=b4b4]"Only for you to understand that when I get out of this cell, I will dissect you last..."[/color]
Teri, while normally one to back down on such threats, instead felt a residual anger in the back of her mind. It was her Shadow, and 'her' voice clawed up from deep within the Cleric's gut. Her expression grew hard where it was once compassionate; her Aura no longer giving it's "warm" healing cover; rather, it felt like a sharp winter breeze as the Cleric's anger grew. Taking a grip on the same bars, Teri stared back into Cortex's eyes as she practically growled her response, her tone sounding far rougher than the gentle one she gave earlier, [color=0E59E4]"I wanna see you try, little man."[/color]
A heavy weight filled the air as the staring match began, before Cortex drew back, giving an involuntary shiver as he whined, [color=b4b4]...Great, now I have to admit I was hoping that you would merely cower at the sound of that threat. Seriously, this field is fucking annoying the hell out of me![/color]
Teri's expression softened ever so slightly when Cotex backed down, but the 'cold sensation' lingered as she climbed back on the wolf's back, and addressed the prisoners before leaving, first to Deadshot, then to Cortex, [color=0E59E4]"Don't antagonize the others too much, or I'll cast Zone of Truth on you too. I doubt you'll want to recount embarrassing experiences to the others. And Doctor? If you think I'll cower at the sound of any old threat, you obviously have forgotten - Regardless of blood, I am my father's daughter."[/color]
Exiting the brig, once the duo was well out of earshot of the prisoners, Teri slumped over on her wolf-shaped mount and groaned to Garm, [color=0E59E4]"...I can't believe I pulled that off. I need a freaking drink."[/color]
[color=356D60]"So to the bar?"[/color]
[color=0E59E4]"Yeah...If nothing else, it'll have a sight for sore eyes."[/color]
Rising Dawn: Canteen/Bar: David, Storm, Alpha, Kayta, Azan, Faust, Luke, Ryan, Faith, James/Ginka, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg,
Cadolbolg, while usually one for hugs, gave a surprised screech when Katya suddenly grabbed him, the little turtle flailing in the grasp of the Haxxor before she let him go, the little turtle dragon taking to the air in alarm, "Eeek! Give me a heads up the next time you want hugs; or I might cut you with my tail by accident!"
Ton Ton, on the other hand, could only watch with equal parts confusion and relief as Cadolbolg pulled himself out of his situation, and turned back to David, Ryan, and Faith with a little sigh, [color=15650D]"Apologies about my brother's theatrics. While I understand why he was alarmed, freaking out isn't really the best course of action. I don't really wanna think about what'd happen if the bar caught on fire... anyways, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintances! However, Mr. Ryan, now that you mention it, you were a dragon-like humanoid last we met in the Persona realm, yes? I thought your voice sounded familiar when we first spoke. Have you been doing alright since we last met?"[/color]
As for Cadolbolg, he began his descent towards Faith and Ryan again, and hovered in front of the Gardevoir, his head tilted in curiosity, "I wonder what your hair feels like. Father says I need to ask people's permissions before I sit on their heads..."
'Sit on their heads'? If Cadolbolg looked less like a turtle, and more like a fluffy cloud bird, Faith could have sworn that the tiny turtle-dragon hybrid sounded like a Swablu!
Luke only shook his head at the scene that unfolded in front of him. From Katya making demands of his dating life, to grasping poor Cadolbolg like a rag doll, bothering the other attendants, and then to her then puking all over the unfortunate Dolores, the barman could only take so much. With a well meaning smile, he pushed the glass of water towards Katya, and then snapped his fingers, calling upon several Imps to clean and mop up the mess on the unfortunate bartender. If Dolores were to look upon the other Bartender, she could almost swear she saw a grin of smug satisfaction as the less than desired imps were attending to her. The hell was the guy's angle? Maybe it was talking shit about the help? Either way, he was able to command the imps with but a gesture, with a small group of them helping Faust back to her chair (if only to slump over the bar once more), and relieving Dolores of her weight, as well as Luke's need to attend to her.
Turning his attention back to Katya, he began to speak once more, [color=eca222]"I believe that you should lay off from any further alcohol until you get something in your stomach, as well as calming it, of course. I suggest some pickled ginger to abate any further nausea, such as the kind taken for sushi. It's rather good for calming the stomach. As for your query regarding my date, I think the classics work for a reason. Besides, the lady in question asked to keep it simple this time around - that said, I know she does have an affinity for action and horror movies. I'll take the suggestion into account. Now- speak of the devil and she shall appear..."[/color]
True to Luke's somewhat misplaced analogy, a familiar face began to wander into the Canteen. Astride a black wolf of enormous size, the Cleric entered the Canteen and dismounted her enormous wolf friend before slipping into the bar-stool closest to Luke (incidentally, next to Katya) and gave Luke a very tired sounding, [color=0E59E4]"Rum and Coke please. You know how I like em, Luke."[/color]
Garm, on the other hand, gave a curious sniff around the place and found his nose moving towards Azan in curiosity, the knight sitting by his lonesome creating a spark of inquisitiveness in the wolf. After all, wasn't the Big Pack supposed to gather together? Why was the knight sitting all alone?
Rising Dawn: PARTYTIME!: Icarus, AWOL G-Corp Members, AI Vermillion
Vermilion felt a bit awkward with the whole proceedings, and quietly began turning the dance music down in the area. Even if she was enjoying the mood, she couldn't help but note that the party crashers did have something of a point there, even if it was a bit of a buzzkill. Turning her attention back to the servers to the Dawn, the AI reconnected and began her work on damage reports.
To say that the situation wasn't good was something of an understatement. Their asses handed to them by their query, Furiae and Blade were slowly picking themselves up from the after effects of the battle, their cuts - distinctly less shallow than initially thought. Furiae was even surprised to find the graze on her nose was just that, a graze. Whoever it was that gave Hiryu his training did a bang up job; the cuts looked incredibly convincing, but there was little blood to be had. At least, from what Furiae could see. Blade seemed to be another story, covered with all sorts of nasty little cuts from head to toe, the most egregious being a long slash from his nose to his navel. However, despite all of this, one thing did incite alarm in the young (former) princess' heart. Looking to her wrist, Furiae found that her bracer was destroyed, cut from her wrist and left to wherever the four winds took it. Furaie had to hand it to her master, he was in his (former) position for a reason; clever bastard that he was. However, without the bracer, it meant she had little time to get out without possibly...No, Furiae couldn't think of that, not yet...even if her skin did begin to itch...
Grabbing Blade by one arm, the Princess shakily offered up something to keep the Pokemon awake, "H-how are you holding up, Blade? I gotta hand it to Master, he really doesn't pull punches, even if he 'is'...." "Ye-...well...He's Master fo-...ngh, a reason..."
Right on cue, the sprinklers for the alarm system went off, and water began to pour from the ceiling, drenching the two would be spies. Suppressing a groan, Furiae put an arm around Blade and began to work her way towards getting her comrade out, still musing on what had come to pass, "I know that. Just - for a moment there, I thought I was going to have to worry about you bleeding to death..." "Ain't go-...time to bleed. We need to ge-....Where's your bracer?...
Furiae looked away from Blade's face, facing forward despite the worried expression beginning to form on her face, "....Master broke it." "...We need to leave...Tha-...alarm will bring everyone in the building up here..." "You don't need to tell me twice! Just hold on, Blade, I'll get us-" "Sorry, Furiae."
Furiae stopped as she felt her energy drain away, Blade using an Asorb to restore his health back to workable levels. As the world began to fade to black, Furiae thought she heard a scream in the back of her mind...
Dolores felt the slick wetness run down her shirt and soak her pants. It smelled of equal parts acid and lye. It was detestable. She placed a hand on her chest, and felt the moist, chunky, and altogether unpleasant warmth against her breast. She closed her eyes. O lamentable gods, who do you test me so."No... I am not the one you will be 'interfacing' with." The wetness had reached down to her stomach and she could feel the damp alongside her thighs. I feel defeated.
"Honestly," she said under her breath, "children have no reverence for subtlety at all... All they crave is stimulation."
Luke smiled at her and called the imps to clean her. The little demons came jibbering in, hopping into the air on their grotesque bodies. Dolores flinched at the sight of them. Her body tensed as they got closer. She felt the first tug at her shirt. Cold air rushed against her skin and she jerked back, eyes opened wide in fear. A second brought a damp towel and slammed into her with his entire weight. The towel was warm and somewhat pleasant, but the subtlety was left unappreciated, rather ironically, by Dolores' high-strung state. It ran the towel against her dirty skin, mopping up the acid and alcohol, the sugar and cream. A third imp worked on her pants, taking warm water and combing through the high-weave cotton of her slacks. Dolores bit her lip and looked up. Her eyes were closed in distress and a dark blush creeped onto her face. It was rather hard to tell what exactly she was feeling, it looked like a mix between unbelievable disdain, and strangely, nostalgia. A high-pitched whine leaked out of her throat.
When the imps finally finished Dolores let out a long sigh, her face was beet-red from self-asphyxiation and embarrassment both. She brought her knees up to her chest and buried her face in her arms. "I...I... I...." she sobbed, "I hate bugs... I hate devils, and I hate being touched like that! I'm not a child1 I'm not a child! I'm not a child!" Dolores was sobbing now. In her position she looked even more absurdly youthful than she already did.
O lamentable Gods, why do you test me so.
Azan
Distracted somewhat by the humiliation of the demon-girl-bartender Azan had not noticed the large wolf approach him until it was already standing directly before him. Azan looked down at the wolf with dull surprise. He had had some to drink, but it was not nearly enough to get Azan even a little bit buzzed. Honeyed wine was often easier to find than fresh water in the dirty pagan lands of Midland after all.
Azan raised a gauntlet and placed it on Garm's head, scratching the wolf behind its ears. Dogs like that, but do wolves like that as well?" He took another drink by dumping some of the wine through his visor and into his mouth.
He Who Would Be God Location: Aether Noctis | Orbis Aterrimorum Chapter: 5 Preemptive Strike - the Pawn
Mu-12 turned her attention away from B3WP and turned on a dime toward the noise. She was confused. I didn't want any of this to happen. I just wanted him to be scared. The koi that ate B3WP landed back in the water, sending the heated liquid into the air as a warm mist.
A girl was calling out to Mu-12, but she couldn't see. In fact, without B3WP the world was beginning to become less and less corporeal. It faded into dark, leaving only the blooming grass as indicators of solid matter. the sky above shimmered and the drifters faded in and out of existence in order of proximity.
"What is this trickery!?" she screamed, blonde hair whipping around her as she turned. Her petals splayed out in all directions, ready to fend off an attack. No way this is a countermeasure from BlackHarte. This has to be a part of the stupid nanite swarm's paradise. She squinted. Was that girl Ruby? "Where are you! Don't hide in the shadows you damned coward!"
A second voice echoed within Mu-12. "Sister dear, you're breaking character! I can't observer you well if you do this too much."
Mu-12 swore silently to herself. "Threat detected, deploying combat petals. Show yourself, allow me to show you the truth of your world and of your being. This truth you will know as despair."Is that better?
Showing his own devilish smile, The President was internally debating if the contained man gave this out for free, or by mistake. Still, he would keep it a secret until he got out of this room. "I'm actually British, I only look like this because I was involved in a exploding boat incident ... you wouldn't believe it, but I was black and in a Hot Dog suit at one point." The President said, showing off his own cockney accents, but he ended with a laugh.
"Yes, but what I have come to learn, is that the United States is all about the rule of cool ... I mean, even you had that jacket thing, and now this ... and there was a report a while back about MIT and a midget in a giant robot suit." He said, still wondering about what to do with this man. Clearly, he was dangerous, but that is what they exactly needed at this point.
"So ... what is your goal exactly? Well, more like your dream. I mean, if you like killing people ... we tend to do that a lot. Basically, what I'm saying is that you would be an incredible asset, plus it would be nice to get someone who can actually throw a punch. The Rising Dawn crew have-" *cough* "Many fighters, and then there is G-Corp with Kazuya ... so I'd think it would work out."
"Also, you would be surprised. I'm actually the second person on the globe with the most weaponry ... and the first guy is out there and insane!"
A bitter breeze fell over Wanderer, passing through his armour and touching his bare skin. Shaking, the inhuman being slowly opened his eyes with multiple flutters. Yet the sight he saw was the light gray sky, and the sound of multiple metallic objects clanging against his armour. Phrases such as, "GET OUTTA THE WAY!" and "GET A REAL JOB!"were being yelled before fading away. ("I'm not going to like this, aren't I?") Wanderer said, feeling his usual self.
("No, no you will not.")
("Shit, where did the other guy go?")
("I don't know, and I don't care. He said he'll be back later.")
Sighing, Wanderer sat up, using his arm to support himself. The sight he was introduced to was certainly not a good one.
"A bridge ... the Brooklyn Bridge. I'm in New York, Goooooood damn it!" He yelled all of a sudden, and multiple yelps echoed around him. Pulling his helmet off, Wanderer saw that he was surrounded by people and coins, and nearby were people with cameras, taking photographs of the horizon. Getting up from the ground, Wanderer took a 360 degree look. "Ah!" He said, spotting the Rising Dawn in the distance, smoke bellowing from the top.
("At least we got some damage off.") Hearing his other side, Wanderer massaged his temple, almost regretting the actions his combined self took before. Shrugging it off, he knew that the past won't change. With a second, the Wanderer had changed back into his Doctor clothing, and people seemed to gasp at this new person. "Okay, shows over!." He announced as his feet began to walk.
Heading towards the city, he took note of some smashed beams, and the destroyed boardwalk that he awoke from. "Welp, let us go ... I'm sure the city has a bike or hundred." He said out loud, gaze focused on the big apple in front of him.
("Whoa, whoa, where are we going?!.")
("To the one place we know!")
("Expensive hot dogs, here we come!.")
Their trip to DC had began, and there was only one destination.
Wanderer started humming a familiar theme [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w759jDLtmX0].
David merely watched on in amusement at the scene before him as Ryan and Faith got to meet the "Kids", Katya became every bartenders worst nightmare and Dolores got to know the resident Imps as they cleaned her up a bit more thoroughly then she'd like, while this place did get on get on his nerves a little, it was still kinda neat to hang out at, least when there wasn't something horrible happening.
"Oh come on, they aren't that bad, Dolores. And they have feelings too you know." David pointed out as the Imps (Visual Reminder) [http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/marvelvscapcom/images/1/11/Firebrand.png/revision/latest?cb=20110726231740] went about cleaning the place up, looking a bit annoyed at being called "Devils", sure they were more Neutral then anything else!
It was then that he then turned his head towards the TV, going on about some kind of break in at MIT, he was going to dismiss it, but when they showed some live footage from the scene, it showed a green person of some kind carrying a unconscious woman that looked quite a lot lik-
"...Furiae?...Oh shi-" He instantly reacted before discarding his drink and racing out of the room, leaving a big spill for a annoyed looking imp to clean up.
Needless to say, the notion that the lot of them were about to lose their jobs was quite the buzz kill.
As a result, once they were snapped out of their party fever, the entire squad began to slowly move out of the room, stopping only to finish their drinks and pick up their discarded equipment, leaving only a few behind who were clearly too drunk to be of much use to anyone.
Rising Dawn: Ruined Hanger: Violet, Nadalia, Rugal, David
"-Calm down, we're working on another Evac point. Ummm, Alright, you know when you go out to the Boston Public Garden. Make your way there and I'll send some men down by parachute-....Well-....Look, we just had Wanderer blow up our aircraft, alright?! We're doing the best we can!...Alright!?....Good, Just get there a-a-and I'll try to get some medicine for Furiae, alright?" Violet shouted over the phone as he tried to salvage this operation while the Iron Queen fixed up the hanger yet again.
While Nadalia was trying to seal the gap Wanderer left behind, the door to the hanger opened before a stunned looking Rugal entered.
"...This seems to be a bad week for this part of the ship..." He sighed as he looked around the damaged hanger bay, Kazuya had better be paying for the damages.
Once he saw a small repair effort going on, he quickly went over to assist Nadalia, stating "I'll do the lifting, you do the welding. Dr. Violet, there should be a pair of welding gloves in one of the tool compartments on the walls. Past them here, please." as he took off his jacket and shirt and hung them up on a nearby jagged piece of metal, shaped a bit like a hook. "Er-yeah, sure thing." Violet stammered as he went to look for them, taking a break from stressing about their people on the ground before lobbing them over at Rugal.
Catching them and quickly putting them on, he then took care of handling the metal while Nadalia took care of the welding, the gloves helping him to hold the rather hot metal without loosing too much skin.
"Let me guess, fight with Kazuya?..." He asked as he kept it steady for her to seal up the hole while the guards returned from their party.
"Oh about fucking time! I need 12 men prepped for parachute deployment on Boston Public Garden. Once you are on the ground, your mission to link up with our agents and find a means to get back to the ship. Take a helicopter from Boston Globe Heliport after you make contact. Field Medic, I need you to go to the Medical Wing and find a vial labelled "T-1099/FC". Grab a handful of them and report back there for deployment. Do this and maybe Kazuya won't fire you all. MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" The Doctor barked with a alien amount of authority, something he wasn't known for.
It was about this time that David rushed onto the scene, quickly asking "Where's Kaz? I need to speak with him!" "Little busy David, Trying to clean up this mess Wanderer lef-"
It was then that David grabbed Violet before asking "Listen to me, both Blade and Furiae just showed up on the fucking news. I've been around Spec ops long enough to know That is not a good thing. What the hell is going on down there?!" "....You know what, you might be able to help. Their Mission went bad and we're trying to get them back up here. Team is about to parachute down to pick them up. You can go with them if you wish."
"Damn fucking straight I will." David spat back before having a parachute lobbed at him as he went to get to work.
At this point, I would like to remind you all that he is still currently dressed like John Marston [http://media.rockstargames.com/rockstargames/img/global/news/upload/reddeadredemption_johnmarstoncosplay.jpg]
The Rising Dawn: Brig: Deadshot, Doom, Cortex,
Code:
Ghost
After the cleric had left, Cortex felt so humiliated as she slumped against the side of his cell, striking it with his hand in anger.
[color=004d]"...y-you oak-"[/color]
[color=b4b4]"No Doom...I'm not okay...I am far FROM okay..."[/color] he spat back at his former friend right as the remaining guard got a order though his ear piece before leaving the room.
[color=b4b4]"Dammit...How the hell am I going to explain this to Wesker? or Bison!?..."[/color] He grumbled as a concerned look appeared on Doom's face as he noticed the camera's move once again.
[color=004d]"...N-neo..."[/color]
[color=b4b4]"Seriously, To hell with that Magic. Magic is just a means for the stupid to compete with the true wise ones! ohhhh when I get out of here, I'll give her a piece of my mind..."[/color] Cortex rambled on, unaware that Doom was trying to warn him of something.
[color=b4b4]"Once I am free, then everyone on this ship will not be safe from the Wrath of Dr. Neo Cor-"[/color]
Before he could finish, every light in the brig went off, much to the doctor's surprise.
[color=004d]"CORTEX! DON'T MOVE! HE'S GOING TO YOUR CELL!"[/color]
[color=b4b4]"Wah!? W-w-who is?..."[/color]
Code:
*TSK!* "Me..." *TSK!*
Ghost [http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100906195635/starcraft/images/0/0f/Ghost_SC2_Head3.jpg] said as he walked into view before Cortex's cell opened, allowing him inside.
[color=b4b4]"Whoawhoa-hey-hey-I-i-i-i told her what I know!"[/color] The mad midget pleaded as he backed up against the wall of his cell, all his bravo leaving his body as this figure appeared.
Code:
*TSK!* "Perhaps you did. But...I'm here about something else. 1 Question...1 Answer...1 Bullet..." *TSK!*
Ghost said as he loaded a single round into the chamber of his pistol before quickly pointing it at Cortex's head.
Code:
*TSK!* "What do you know about Adel Bernstein?..." *TSK!*
[color=b4b4]"B-b-bernstein?...He has two kids!?"[/color]
Code:
*TSK!* "Well...technically it's 3, but that's not the point. What do you know about him?" *TSK!*
[color=b4b4]"N-n-n-nothing! I swear! Li-i-i-i-I-mma still under that spell! I can only tell the truth!"[/color] Cortex lied, something that Ghost didn't really like (Well...actually, he did).
Code:
*TSK!* "Mmmm...Only one way to make sure then..." *TSK!*
He said before putting the gun away, only to then turn Cortex around before giving him the biggest Wedgie the doctor had ever felt up to that moment.
[color=b4b4]"AHHHHHHHH-GOD-OHHHHH-JESUS!"[/color]
Code:
*TSK!* "What do you know about Adel Bernstein?!" *TSK!*
[color=b4b4]"NOTHING! I KNOW NOTHING!"[/color]
Code:
*TSK!* "...See? That wasn't so hard now was it?..." *TSK!*
The assassin then mocked before pulling the doctor's underwear over his head and face before letting him walk into the wall.
Code:
*TSK!* "Heheheheh...I love this job..." *TSK!*
the man in black then said before casually strolling back into the darkness, right as the lights turned on, the camera went back into position and the guard returned.
[color=004d]"Dude! Are you just going to let that happen!?"[/color] Doom shouted at the guard, only to be answered by "Let what happen?" as the guard pretented to not notice Cortex running around his cell with a stained pair of white underwear currently over his eyes and about a mile up his crack.
[color=b4b4]"WAAAAAHHHH WHY ISN'T ANYONE HELPING ME?!"[/color] he screamed before he ran into the bars and knocked himself out cold.
After some close calls with security, Blade managed to make it to the Evac point with Furiae and all without getting shot to shit.
While he knew that Furiae would be pissed when she woke up, the fact of the matter was it was either this or have her turn into her Goddess form (The fact that Absorbing also healed his wounds was also a minor factor).
Regardless he soon found himself nervously hiding out in one of the trees while Furiae hung out at the foot of it, looking up to the sky for his evac.
Before too long, a series of black parachutes became visible in the darkening sky as G-Corp's finest[sup]TM[/sup] soon appeared on the scene...
Before half of them landed in trees, one of them even going so far as to dangle right in front of Blade's face upside down. "...Well, I feel less bad about our mission now..." He groaned, right as he saw what seemed to be a cowboy follow down after them. "What th-...David? What are you doing here?" He asked the sniper as he climbed out of the tree right as David was undoing his parachute.
"Saw you guys on TV. Decided you might need some help. Where's Furiae?.." He instantly asked before seeing her passed out at the foot of the tree.
"Shit! She okay?" He asked before quickly rushing over to check up on her. "David! Don't wake her up!" Blade warned right as Furiae began to stir...
The President of the United States Saints. and Krizalid.
Stage: White Crib: Containment chamber room | USA: DC |
"Also, you would be surprised. I'm actually the second person on the globe with the most weaponry ... and the first guy is out there and insane!"
"...You shitting me, Boyo? You want me to work for ya?!" Krizalid shouted in surprise as a psychotic grin appeared on his face that just screamed "Where do I sign up?"
Right as the president was considering contract options, one of his aides showed up before tapping him on the shoulder.
"Mr. President. Mr. Miller has those IDs ready. We can begin the operation when you are ready." He explained, but this left a bit of a choice for him, would he go to Black Mesa and find out how a being with Angel DNA ended up in the hands of Desperado or would he go to Stilwater and find those who took Shaundi personally?
Yeah, Science!: Go to Black Mesa to find out more about Krizalid Stil-kicking: Go to Stilwater to ambush Desperado
Icarus had wanted to disappear once the horde of people appeared. They were playing loud strange music; he had never heard songs like that before, and when it became clear that the G-Corp were in trouble he suspected he might be at fault.
That was until another entered the Balcony.
Selena walked into the room with a written invitation in hand. On it written in fancy script was 'Party on the Balcony Dance experience suggested formal attire ONLY.'
Heeding to the invitation she had changed into a pure black dress with a low cut plunge for the top and a slit along the skirt showing her right leg a pair of shiny black shoes her hair was simply cascading down her shoulders stopping at the small of her back partially covering as the dress had no back.
"Hmm what happened I thought There was supposed to be a party," she looked around Icarus could see Selena and had made himself completely disappear, if one could see him had look like a nervous wreck his face red and his tongue and twisted itself into Knots.
Selena walked forward and reached out Icarus's Illusion disappeared.
"IS the party over I was hoping we?d get to dance.
"Y-You wanna dance with-me?"
She laughed smiling.
"Yes silly." she smiled and rested her hand on his cheek, Icarus felt like the entire ship could hear his heart throbbing in his chest.
"Oh but there?s no music, hmm Oh I know." she took out her wands and with a wave a ghost like band appeared and with instruments including a piano, brass section and violins to cello's.
Icarus smiled. Umm I'll need a second to umm get changed." he said blushing a bit more then he was already, his hands were trembling.
Why he was so nervous he had tangled with hellhounds defeated a massive hellion he'd out flown dragons, but a woman one inch taller than him made him this shaken, but... she was so beautiful.
The Escapist Avatar Adventures | Airship Rising Dawn | The Canteen ///@KatyR: F1$h F00k 1n h20!///
Katya took an experimental sip of the water that Luke had passed along her way and made a face as took as the odorless, clear and tasteless liquid touched her tongue. Where was the sweetness that she'd come to expect from drinks?! Where was the fizzle? Where was the excitement? Sure she'd drank water before but it was always a mistake, like when you accidentally drink water when you're rinsing your mouth out after you've brushed your teeth or when you accidentally swallow water when you're rinsing yourself off in the shower or when you accidentally swallow a whole bunch of water when you're swimming.
This was the slow method of sobering up and if there was one thing that this chick did not do, it was slow. Pulling an empty pint glass closer to her, it placed her finger just inside the rim and closed her eyes as she sent a command to B3WP. A moment later, the sound of a glass being filled was heard as B3WP's nano-agents latched onto the alcohol molecules and deposited them into the glass. The smell of pure alcohol wafted from the glass, hitting Luke in the face. A moment later, the sound of the glass being filled stopped and Katya looked an infinite amount better than she had a few moments ago.
Of course, there was a good reason why she'd pressed the reset button on her Blood Alcohol Content.
"Hey Teri! Hard day?" Katya asked as she ordered a Mimosa, a drink that she'd seen her parents drink quite often on their weekly Sunday brunches and an order of French Toast with a side of fruit salad. She was in the mood for breakfast. Though not a spicy one, "Mild please. No hot stuff."
Eyeing Teri and the rather tired expression the Cleric wore, Katya attempted to lighten up the conversation.
"So... Luke tells me you're going out for dinner and that she's going to propose." Katya said, fibbing one of the parts of what had been told to her by the devilishly flirtation Bartender, "Oh... oops. I wasn't supposed to tell you that second part."
There was a certain smirk on Katya's face. She was a notoriously bad poker player and having been around her for at least one drinking session, Teri would more than likely be able to tell that Katya was just button mashing her buttons at the moment, hoping to pull off the haduken of embarrassing comments.
As she spoke to Teri, a twin set of arms snaked out of Katya's back and tucked themselves under Delores' arms, lifting the woman that was tiny in stature but not emotion and depositing her on the another barstool, one next to Faust.
"Hey Chica. I'm sorry for yacking on you. Erm... How about I look at your interface after I finish talking to Teri?" There was a noticeable lack of lewdness in the word interface in Katya's voice, perhaps she'd felt guilty about puking on the woman? "And then after you've shown me yours, I can show you mine." (Facepalm)
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Paradigm Story | World of Darkness
It should have been noted that BEWP's world was one where it was consume or be consumed. Were BEWP simply another biological presence, the koi would have surely consumed and integrated BEWP into its being. Were it not for decades of human tinkering and ingenuity, BEWP's story would have simply ended there... and yet, Ruby was still present to witness the two Murakumo united squaring off against each other. If BEWP had simply been consumed and destroyed, would it not be true that Ruby would have been lost as well as the world? The fact that the world was flickering indicated something else. Something not entirely foreign to artificial beings.
There was a flash in the darkness that was sometimes obscured by a free that faded in and out of existence. A small cyclopean worm that had arrived on the scene, attracted by the noise of potential prey noticed the young girl that was standing in the middle of the flashing forest. It sensed the difference in biology between itself and Ruby. Were it to consume the young girl, it would not be able to integrate her cells into its own. That did not matter to the cyclopean worm, however, it did matter that Ruby was infringing upon its territory. Letting out a great bellow, the worm charged... slowly... at the young girl that had been given cement shoes thanks to the fear that she felt. Opening its mouth, a great many tendrils began to snake out, unfurling themselves and wrapping themselves around the young girl's arms and legs, drawing her closer towards its open maw.
"HELP ME!!! LET GO!!!" The girl screamed, powerless to defend herself as her limbs had been immobilized by the giant slug. Her voice was joined by the sudden sound of flesh being ripped apart. The cyclopean worm grunted in surprise as a tree suddenly materialized within its body, destroying it. Despite the death of her attacker, it did not mean that Ruby was out of danger. Still immobile from the tendrils, the young girl was still in danger of any cross fire between the two Murakumo units... as well as the wormlings that crawled out of the jagged wounds the tree had left on their parent.
Rising Dawn: Canteen/Bar: Storm, Alpha, Kayta, Azan, Faust, Luke, Ryan, Faith, James/Ginka, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg, Teri, Garm
Garm tilted his head in curiosity at Azan's gesture, before leaning into it, allowing the Bridge Knight to get a grip on the fur of the abnormally large wolf. However, Azan couldn't help but notice that the beast, at least, whenever his glove drew close to the mouth, felt abnormally cold? After the petting, Garm's tail wagged in enjoyment, and the wolf began to speak, [color=356D60]"Thanks for the petting. I was wondering if it was normal for members of 'Big Packs' to not want to be around each other. I thought big packs stayed together."[/color]
Back to the bartender and the Cleric, Luke looked down to Dolores, a moment after her little breakdown, and shook his head; almost in a manner of a parent scolding his child (which probably didn't help Dolores' state any more than before) as he spoke, [color=eca222]"There's no need to be so over-dramatic. They were simply cleaning you off. Besides, beggers can't be choosers when it comes to the help they receive, hmn..?"[/color]
Whomever this "demon" of a bartender was, he was certainly good at exacting a passive aggressive revenge. First he called up the very help Dolores had insulted, and now he was talking down to her for being angry about it? How utterly cruel![footnote]The writer of this post acknowledges she is being over-dramatic for this writing as well. Take the hypocrisy as you will. [/footnote]
However, Luke's attention was next drawn to Katya's display with the alcohol, quirking his eyebrow with curiosity at the trick and what the young Haxxor was to say next.
"Hey Teri! Hard day?"
The cleric remained quiet at the query, only giving the slightest nod in reply, before knocking back the contents of her glass. At finishing the mixed drink, she muttered something about wine, to which Luke pushed the glass in question.
"So... Luke tells me you're going out for dinner and that he's going to propose." Katya said, fibbing one of the parts of what had been told to her by the devilishly flirtatious Bartender, "Oh... oops. I wasn't supposed to tell you that second part."
Teri gave the smallest ghost of a smile on her face at Katya's playful romp towards her romantic life, and shook her head, [color=0E59E4]"I think it's a bit early for that, Katya. We just got back together. As for the former, it's dinner and a movie. What he"[/color] she indicated to Luke [color=0E59E4]"Has in mind for each, I'm not entirely sure. How about you? 'Interfacing' with someone, I heard?"[/color]
As for Ton Ton and Cadolbolg? While waiting for Ryan and Faith to get the word in, David had left his hat on the table, and the two were taking turns trying it on. Unfortunately, it was proving to be rather large, to the point where it covered most of their bodies!
Furiae felt a dull ache all through her body as she began to rouse from the temporary nap that Blade had sent her to; the aftereffects of Absorb making Furiae feel as if she ran a marathon. Giving a light groan, Furiae rubbed her eyes and looked at the two voices that registered in her (currently ringing) ears, and took a look around. On the grounds (and some landing in the trees), assorted G-Corp employees were making their descent via parachute, some of the members seeming a little 'off', almost as if they were drunk. However, Furiae realized that the ones addressing her weren't G-Corp employees, rather, it was -
"Blade? David? What-"
The feeling of an electric shock ran down Furiae's spine, and the young woman gripped her head with a pained groan as the memories of the past hour or so began to run through her mind, from her deployment, to finding Blade, to her master's "betrayal". That was when one fine little detail rang true in the princess' mind - she was out of serum. Turning her attention back to David and Blade, she felt her throat grow dry, and tried to scoot away from the two, "You two need to run... I can't-" "Furiae, deep breaths, come on. You can do this." "Blade, I can't! I'm out of serum!" "It's alright, just keep calm..."
"Blade, Furiae, what's going on-"
Furiae shook her head again, her arms wrapping around her sides as she began to feel the beginnings of the 'turn' set in. From what the two men could see, several bulges began to form from underneath her shirt' midsection, before a set of brown tentacles burst through the fabric (a total of 6 in number), Furiae giving a pained cry of distress. Next was another set of bulges from her back, and a pair of strangely segmented, but feathered wings sprung from her back, ripping what little remained of her top in the back, exposing her midsection for all to see. Furiae fell forward as the transformation began to take hold, her limbs elongating to a freakish size, more and more feathers growing from her shoulders and her arms; and finally, a tail springing from the small of her back. Furiae's mind grew muddled as her 'true' form grew to it's full size (about that of a small car), her vision growing dark again as the "goddess" parts of her began to take hold.
"I...I can't...David-" Love... Crimson blood... Poison... Eternity... Revenge. Two. Sacrifice. Mother! Ritual. Scarlet. Prayers! Heresy. Hell. Solitude. Clouded skies. Madness. Goddess. The world. Watchers. Adore. Us.
((for a reference on the delivery, watch the first 30 seconds of this [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uzOLf8l_K4E] ))
A voice rang in Furiae's ears, yet she could not place it as a distinct "voice". Rather, it was like a hunger, an urge making itself known. It was too hard to hold on. Everything was too much. She was the Goddess- no, she was not the Goddess. She was Furiae, no, she was something else... Furiae's eyes fluttered close as the other side finally took it's place, it's animalistic hunger finally taking over after so much time being repressed. Now was the time.
Her eyes opened again, cold and passionless, a serene smile where concern once was. Those serene lips opened to form a wordless scream [https://youtu.be/PLiH30Wb8js?t=1m46s] as the 'other' [http://lparchive.org/Drakengard/Update%2034/32-goddessconcept.jpg] part of Furiae was now awake, and it wanted blood. Crimson blood, blood of the earth, wind and sky. She wanted it all, and she would take, heralding the world's end with her song..
Strider Hime AKA Furiae Caerleon [http://lparchive.org/Drakengard/Update%2034/32-goddessconcept.jpg]
Location: Boston Public Park | USA: Cambridge, Massachusetts
"Oh no..."
"WHAT THE FLYING FUCK?! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" David cried out as he saw Furiae turn into this...Thing!, sparking yet another extreme migraine as this monster streamed to the heavens, forcing him to fall on his knees and hold his head while the other on site G-Corp members either began to fight for their lives or run for them as they managed to untangle themselves one by one.
"BLADE! NOW WOULD BE A REALLY GOOD TIME TO TELL ME HOW TO STOP THIS THING!" "DAVID! WE NEED TO MOVE! NOW!" Blade was kind enough to shout before trying to pull David away from the creature as she got to work, firing out a series of crescent shaped lights to the crowd that would almost be pretty if it wasn't for the fact that they exploded on contact, sending the bodies of those who fled flying into the air in bits and pieces.
The two males took cover behind a tree as this monster began to shrug off machine gun fire, much to David's annoyance.
"...Just once, I'd like to meet an alien menace that wasn't immune to bullets..." He grumbled as he felt his migraine reseed with the thoughts of taking this thing down entering it while 'Furiae' summoned up a bunch of floating swords around herself while her wings began to flap. "Shit, if she get's airborn, we'll never catch her...Alright, David, find the field medic, Violet said he sent him down here with a few vials of Furiae's Serum and-"
"Is that him?..." The sniper interrupted as the both watched a man with a pair of white crosses on his uniform running from the monster, only to get impaled against a tree by a large sword, though the manner in which it was thrown was more akin to a throwing knife, causing a collective wince. "...Yeah, I think that was actually him...Alright, get to him, I'll keep her busy."
"Alright, try not to get killed... "You too."
With part of a plan in place, the pair of them split up, Blade quickly climbing up the tree before running along the branches towards his target while David ran over to where the medic was gored.
'Furiae' forced on the small green thing that was running towards her, flinging a few swords at it to no effect as Blade managed to duke past several of them, even using them as platforms to get closer to his mark.
Launching off one in mid-air, he tried to swing for one of her wings, only to feel a tug against his leg as a tentacle was wrapped around it he was suddenly slammed against the ground before being dangled upside down like prey while the remaining swords all lined up like a firing squad. "God, Sorry. I know how much you hate these things..." He said before pulling out a smoke bomb from his belt and lobbing it directly in her face, Furiae always hated getting hit with those in training and this time was no different as she screamed once more as all the swords mis-fired in different directions, cleaving entire lamp posts and anything else unlucky enough to be in it's way.
David meanwhile was trying to pat down the remains of the medic, looking though each bloodstained compartment until he found the vial of T-1099/FC, but now he had a new problem: Actually injecting her with it.
"Ahhhhhh, think David, Think!" He pleaded to himself as gusts of wind began to blow against him while 'Furiae' began to take off.
Hoping that fortune would favor the foolish, he came up with a rather stupid idea, much like his other ones.
"I swear to god this had better fucking work..." He grumbled as he unloaded his gun before taking one of the bullets and prying the tip off it the survival knife his costume had.
Taking the vial, he put that inside along with the gun powder before placing it into the chamber, giving a quick spin for luck as 4 extra "bullets" spawned, Philemon's gift was the one that kept on giving.
"ohhhh THANK YOU UNCLE PHIL! YEAH!" He shouted with excitement before peering back at the blinded goddess.
"HEY LADY!...Flight's cancelled..."
With the one liner out of the way, he then opened fire with his new ammo, aiming for center mass.
'Furiae' was expecting to shrug it off like the rest of the gunfire, but when this new payload hit, she recoiled in shock at just how much it hurt, causing her to slowly look down to see a small glass needle-like vial now embedded in her chest.
Followed by another.
And another.
She began to jerk wildly in mid air as she let out another horrible scream, only for it to fade into a more human groan of pain as the transformation began to reverse itself, falling ungracefully to the ground in a mess of feathers and tentacles, all which began to recede back into her body.
"...Furiae?! FURIAE!" David then screamed, realizing that shooting someone several times in the chest tends to cause internal bleeding at best and death at worse as he ran over to the body, huddling down beside her as he got near.
Aside from all the vials in her chest, the "Goddess" had reverted back into a young woman wearing a sports bra and some pants, but it wasn't until David checked the pulse that he began to relax.
"...Alright...Okay...She just returned into something from a Del Toro movie...That's alright...That's alrig-"
He suddenly got a shock when the woman suddenly woke up before grappling him, more of that horrible screaming right into his face as she pinned him to the ground before trying to strangle him. "CUT IT OUT!" Blade shouted before stabbing her in the spine with one last vial, causing her to pass out once more right on top of the sniper, the two males looking at each other with stunned expressions. "Ah...ah...She's stubborn, ain't she?"
"...If she wasn't just trying to kill us, I'd find that rather attractive..."
Furiae remained silent, her body limp after all the stress of the "goddess" and reverting back knocking her clean out. Were it not for a check of pulse, one would almost swear she looked dead.
However, that would not be the end of David and Blade's troubles. A large shadow passed overhead, and the sound of something hitting the ground with a heavy 'THUD' filled the air, followed by a familiar, but panicked digital voice,
Code:
"WHERE IS SHE?!"
"We heard 'her' screams. They are unmistakable to our ears..."
Caim's expression looked hollow as he walked towards David and Blade, his shoulders sagging as he approached,
Code:
"...she...She became that 'other' self again?"
Another heavier sounding "THUD" entered the air as Angelus landed, her great bulk casting a shadow over the group as she began taking in everything. David gave a weak wave as Blade pulled Furiae off of him and held up an empty vial of the serum, "It's alright, she's fine. Managed to dope her up with a couple of dozen of these. She's going to have some bruising tomorrow, but I think she won't mind..."
Caim's face told it all. His usual scowl was replaced with an expression more akin to someone who had just seen a past memory flash before his eyes. Caim was lost in the moment until Blade pulled him aside and grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking the warrior gently as he said, "It's okay Caim, she's going to be fine. Her was bracer was damaged and she ran out of serum. That's it. She's going be okay."
Caim gave a slow nod after a tense pause, then quietly moved out of Blade's grip, making his way over to his sister. Dropping down on one knee, the prince shook his head, his PDA intoning (and not particularly to anyone),
Code:
"You really have a way of scaring me, Furiae... I swear, you're trying to give your big brother some grey hairs."
It was David's turn to feel surprised, the realization hitting him like a ton of bricks as Caim tended to his sister, "...Big brother?...Wait-....She's-.....oh....I-....See....I actually didn't know you two were related..."
Code:
"We don't really look like each other. She favored Father's hair more than I did..."
While David was having his second or third mindfuck for the day, Angelus looked over to Blade, and raised the question,"....Blade, a moment?" "I know how this looks, Red, but-.....Gah! I got nothing." "We came once we heard the scream. Did something happened with her medicines?" "Bracer got damaged when we were ambushed by a enemy agent. I managed to keep her under control by forcing her to faint but..." "The stress overtook her then? Well, everything is under control then? Caim...Is worrying me. You know how he is..." "Well, she's not trying to kill anyone so I'm taking that as a yes. Think all that's left is to get out of here before people start asking what the hell that was.. Say, can we grab a ride with you two? You're pretty fast and..."
The red dragon only chuckled, and spread her wings, lowering one for Blade to run up (considering he was lighter than an average human), "Hop on then. My wings can carry us back to the Dawn easily enough."
Finally something in this mission is going right. Thanks Red. I owe you...again." "Think nothing of it. As Caim would probably say, you have aided us more than enough, we cannot hold you for each deed we do in your service. Caim, David, get over here. We need to make haste..."
Caim broke out of his reverie, and picked up Furiae gently, making sure not to aggravate the puncture wounds (seeing as he knew damn well what happened when you removed a blade from a body) and, for the first time since he arrived, his expression softened as he turned to the Irish soldier,
Code:
"West, I don't know what part you played in this but... Thank you."
"...Well-You know me, sucker for a damsel in distress..."
Code:
"....I'm not sure how I should take that."
"Whatever way doesn't involve me getting hurt-"
The sound of police sirens filled the air cut David short,
"Right, think we outstayed our welcome then..."
Code:
"Well, my hands are a bit full, so I can't simply carry you on. Hurry up."
A shame those police man would arrive shortly after the group had left, for they had missed the sight of David scrambling up Angelus' tail and onto her back.
After awaiting the rest of the group to gather on her back, the dragon took to the skies once more, and gave a shake of her head as she said, "This was certainly not what I was expecting after capturing our query..."
"Lets be honest Angie, when was the last time we expected anything on this ship?" "HMPH!"
captcha: Soft kitty, warm kitty
Okay, who let the NSA put a camera in my room? *shifty eyes*
[HEADING=1][color=6c1504]Mr. Bison goes to Washington[/color][/HEADING]
[HEADING=2]Act 3: Knowledge is Power[/HEADING]
Another night of travel soon brought the Rising Dawn over the New Mexico desert, hovering high about the barren wasteland below them as it drifted gently though the still skies.
But this peaceful scene was soon disturbed by the sounds of jet engines as several dozen G-Corp branded VTOLs began to move into position around the airship, a few of the more over-zealous pilots even going so far as to rev up their engines as they got into formation. *Bing Bong!* "-*Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawnnnn* ...Urg, Attention passagers, The time is 7:30am Mountain Time and we are...somewhere over new Mexico. Hm. Briefing is at 8...[sub]And I'm going back to bed...[/sub]" *Bing Bong!* Violet groaned over the intercom, all the traveling though timezones did not do his beauty sleep any favors as he tried to get another few minutes in befo-
[color=9f2b68]"Violet, Wake the hell up. I'm trying to run an ground invasion here, not a pre-school "Naptime". Get up!"[/color] Kazuya barked before getting back to his duties, while the Hanger was still a total wreck, he was able to set up his own personal computer and use the software on that in order to control and relay orders.
[color=9f2b68]I am worse than those I have captured., am I Wanderer? Ohhhh to see the look on your face now...[/color] He thought to himself as he sent out a "Hold formation" order to his aircraft.
He was going to bag Wesker one way or the other...
Rugal
After spending much of the night fixing up the Hanger (Least to the point where he didn't have to worry about the entire rear half of the ship falling off), the new announcement was the last thing that Rugal wanted to hear. grrrrrr...Why did I teach him how to slave-drive?... He cursed to himself mentally as he forced himself into his morning routine a few hours earlier, while he was used to changing time-zones over night, it didn't make it any less annoying.
Oh well, nothing a shower and his usual coffee wouldn't fix as he went towards the canteen, hoping to get in before the imps threw all the spice into the pot like they usually do.
David
Once again, David was getting a harsh wake-up call once again as his recurring migraines began to flare up again, they had been going off all during the night, leaving him rather exhausted when he heard Violet's tried announcement.
"[sub]Yeeeeahhhh, good for you, you go to sleep now...[/sub]" He grumbled as he finally pulled himself out of bed before hunting for some more aspirin for his aching head, being careful to pick out the correct dosage out of the packet and leaving them to one side...
Only to then down the entire packet and follow it up with tap-water from the bathroom.
After that, he went though great pains to clean himself up, even trying to get that damn hair dye out despite learning years ago that it wasn't going anywhere.
Still, once he had tidied himself up, he made his way towards the medical wing to heck up on Furiae, he would have done it last night but Caim being there kinda made it awkward and, depending on how things played out, possibly lethal.
So off the sniper went, hoping one of the resident doctors were around to give him a quick brain scan or something.
Blade
Blade meanwhile was trying to calm himself since he got back to the ship.
Between what happened to Jenny, the Hiryu business and Furiae's little "Episode" back in Boston, he was having a hard time getting that "Balanced vibe" as he liked to call it.
He had spent much of his night calmly meditating on his bed, a nice Rose Incense burning gently as he peacefully slept in that position, not a care in the wor-
*BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!*
The entire room began to shake as one of Kazuya's reinforcements kindly hovered alongside the window of his room, he couldn't even near Violet on the PA!
Snapping him out of his peaceful trance as he sat there with an annoyed look on his face, he let out a deep sigh before deciding he might as well wake up and possibly suggest that Kazuya just get teleportation technology like the Striders use.
Another little time skip, go about your business until everyone meets up in the hanger. Once again, extremely sorry for the delay ^^;
ARES' rush to the hangar was met with little resistance, even from their own feet until they could barely bring themselves to a stop before tumbling through the door! They did however make a better effort of showing some degree of professionalism, as they used what was left of their momentum to go into an evasive roll and ready their tesla rifle.
... only to find of course that whatever violence was called for, would have been called for some time ago. With a sigh, and spotting Violet about what tasks Kazuya had assigned the night before, she figured now would be a good time to inform someone of her prize of information lifted from MIT.
"Dr. I'll be up front for a minute here, before we get sent on ground work again, I've got a bit of a gift for Kazuya that I lifted from the computers at MIT. I hope I don't speak out of line, but I'd much prefer he take a look at the information directly, at his earliest convenience." she informs, not hinting at all that a joke swam it's way to the back of her head... perhaps to tell Kazuya later, about not wanting Violet to take a look into their files again.
It was then that Kala happened in through the doors of the Hangar as well, taken aback by the degree of damage. "Hot damn! It... it impresses me that we're still flying in such a stable condition with this much of a wreck!"
"That brings me to my next point too." she said as she goes over to the working pair of Nadalia and Rugal. "I'm a machine and do not need much sleep, if any at all... but I understand most here aren't so blessed. Assist as long as you'd like, but there isn't a need to burden yourselves all night. When you tire, the repairs are still going to be in capable hands." She affirms, as she twists a miniscule switch behind her wrist mounted rifle, and in doing so switches to it's secondary function. Namely, a high tech (putting it lightly) welder, and gets to work with the rest of them.
Kala on the other hand, says. "Well that was a whole lot of running for nothing I can really help with. Damn. Still, at least I showed up, unlike the G-Corp guys too enamored with their little party." she muses, and as she turns to retire for the night, she shouts to ARES. "Next time find your own damn room to undress in!" Which, if Rugal or Nadalia were to look at ARES' face, does prompt a reaction of a few embarrassed squints.
Rising Dawn: Kala's Room: Kalastryn
Waking with what little time they had left, and what sleep they were afforded with the change in time zones, Kala stretched with a yawn. "Ugh, damn it... I understand it's a heck of a lot easier to operate in the day, but if everyone else is as tired as violet, resting to go for our next mark at night could be advisable... if available." she muses, but her words of wisdom are of course wasted as the only ears in the room are her own. Understandably groggy, she gets out of bed still yawning and stretching- especially her wings, which had to be retracted the entire day before. Getting dressed in her usual attire, and splashing water on her face to wake herself up a little futher, she decides to use what little time she can to go to the canteen and get something to eat...
Rising Dawn: Hangar: ARES, Kazuya, whoever else
ARES had kept true to her word, the near silent hum of her welder toiling away throughout the night, and she couldn't help but chuckle at the announcement, and Kazuya's reaction. While it was nowhere near pristine condition quite yet, ARES took only a brief pause to take a seat by Kazuya and whisper. "I'm not sure whether or not Violet had informed you yet, as it was very late in the night, right before I got to work, that he was made aware to pass the information along. For your eyes only, I lifted a bit of research from one of the computer labs at MIT, while the Hangar is mostly empty, you may want to take a look. Since you have your own personal computer, I can transfer the files there too for future reference. Whenever it's convenient for you." she says before getting back to her self assigned task of repairs.
A smile smeared its way on The President's face. "Welcome to the official psychopath club." He said and punched a button to his side. Immediately, the containment fields went down, and the Irish fighter could do whatever he wanted. The guards in the room immediately held their guns up. The President sighed, and with one signal from his hand, the guns were lowered. "Value your lives gentlemen ... Underestimation of someone has severe penalties."
Clearing his throat, he walked up to Krizalid. "Anyway, feel free to pick anything up, you need a new coat I believe ... Don't worry about costs, your payment will be a nice one." The President said to him. Before he forgot, the President talked to Krizalid about everything that has happened, what they will do now, and what the stakes are in this soon coming fight.
"Basically, we go to Black Mesa or to my hometown of Stilwater to save a friend. Either way, I can tell there is going to be a big fight. Oh yeah, I believe I never got your name." The President said, his smile becoming more relaxed, and stretched his hand out. "The name is Boss, well, that is what everyone calls me anyway."
After the introduction, The Boss turned around, a new aura of determination surrounded him. Yet as he turned around to his aide, two people stood behind. "Sorry for my lack of attendance, it seems I underestimated the technology of this age" Merlin's gentle but wise voice filled a chamber. Peering around the world leader he noticed the new presence of Krizalid. Giving a respectful nod, Merlin knew that they had just gained a valuable companion.
Besides Merlin was the strange but familiar Advisor that served him time before. Giving a graceful bow, he had the eyes of someone who already had the whole plan in motion. "My Lord, I believe it is time." Shorn announced to the room, giving the air a sharp edge. The President gave a hearty laugh. "Yes, I always wanted to do this!" The President said, his true smile now twisted into something that a child would have.
Picking up his phone, The President contacted the important figures of his military.
"Full hands on deck, assemble the teams. Activate Operation United Skies"
[hr]
[HEADING=3]OPERATION: UNITED SKIES[/HEADING]
Pleasant music [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UPzZSZ_5dnM]
Within that phrase, alarms were heard from all over Washington DC.
They were not fire alarms, nor any other kind of alarms.
The Pentagon began to light up, like the jewel of the city.
Suddenly, the ground began to rumble, and civilians began to duck and cover all over the place. Police had already began to get them to safety. The building that was the Pentagon began to lift break away, yet it would be easy to see the large lines that were now carved into the buildings and ground.
That is when the Pentagon began to expand, wider and wider.
Until right in the middle, a gigantic hole was created. Yet the noise of the separation was taken over, as a loud buzzing filled the air. A object began to rise from that hole.
Riding down the main streets of DC, Wanderer was filled with awe, as he now saw his hometown full of life. This wasn't like his home at all, it wasn't a battlefield of blood and horror. No one was trying to kill him, no one was trying to hunt him, and of course, the best part, neither did he hunt or kill. It almost made the Wanderer cry, but with him focusing on riding his 'new' bike, he flowed down the streets until he arrived in front of the White House.
Stepping off, Wanderer was surprised to see that it had been renamed.
""White ... Crib"?" He question out loud, almost becoming confused. The lawn was covered what looked to be purple lawn gnomes and flamingos.
"Was it always like this? I have way too many questions." He said grasping his head.
That is when it happened. The ground rumbled, and the Pentagon split away, revealing a climbing abomination that was called an airship. "Now that is ... ...more my style!" Wanderer said, giving a slight giggle at how much chaos one ship caused.
" *cough* Well, let us see if I can introduce myself to the President." He cleared his throat and mind, and began to swiftly jog to the entrance. Even if they wouldn't let him in ... Well, they would.
[color=9f2b68]"I got the files, They mostly went into detail about a US weapons project named ODIN, a kind of orbital weapon. I had sent another mission down to MIT to get more information, but...Well, lets just say Striders can be overrated sometimes..."[/color] Kazuya explained to ARES, recalling the ill-fated mission by Blade and Furiae the night before.
[color=9f2b68]"While I know that Cortex was using the college as a platform for weapons, I still can't figure out what exactly they were building there that Black Mesa couldn't handle. This is one of the main production facilities for the entire US Military, so why were they using MIT?...I would follow up the matter, but as it's a US backed project, my hands are tied. I'm already about to be one of the most wanted me in the country after this operation, I doubt they will want to share their national secrets with me. For now, I'm going to focus on capturing Wesker. He should be able to-"[/color] He then added, right as the radar began to pick up another airship in the area.
[color=9f2b68]"What the-!?...What the hell is that crazy bastard doing here?! Great...Just what I need..."[/color] Kazuya groaned as he brought up a feed of the President's personal military airship nearing the base.
[color=9f2b68]"Tell the AIs to keep the ship out of the Daedalus's range and field of vision. I'm already going to attack a military base, I don't want to add what basically amounts to Air Force One to that list as well..."[/color] He ordered Violet as he wiped some sweat from his brow, this entire operation could get really messy really quickly, Hell, he could imagine without a shadow of a doubt that Wesker had this planned...
Rising Dawn: Canteen: Rugal, Kalastryn
When Kala made it to the canteen, she found Rugal chasing off a few of the imps from the coffee machine.
"No! No! It's fine! It's spicy enough as it is! There really is no need to add more!" He tried to reassure them as they hovered around the air crackling at him.
The former super-villain having saved the day once more, he then went to sit down to enjoy his coffee as he saw Kalastryn enter.
"Ah, good morning. The coffee is actually consumable by mortals today if you want a cup?" He offered, right as another VTOL jet flew by the canteen window.
"...I think Kazuya has given up on this being a small scale operation after that mess Wanderer made...He always does this when his ego is bruised..." The former crimelord sighed, bit like a regretful parent in a sense.
While the President was chilling on the bridge of his fancy new aircraft, his rival was still more then happy to give him a piece of his mind during his exile.
Fox News: Morning interview with Vincent Vega said:
[color=6c1504]"-So rather then hold the Rising Dawn to account for their horrible actions back in Boston, what does he do? He instead chooses to lord it up on this massive icon of his own ego as he flies around the country in it. It's a stupefying waste of money AND military resources, not to mention a spit in the face of all those who were injuries in the Rising Dawn's brutal attack on one of our most beloved institutions. To think that this mad man has hired these..."MONSTERS" to come after ME!? What has the nation come to when our democratically elected officials have to hide from their own government. That's why I'm urging Senator Armstrong to join my push in the houses of Congress for impeachment proceedings for our "Ruler's" actions..."[/color]
"Sir, we are receiving communications from the base. transmitting them to main screen now." one of his men said as they mercifully shut off the news before the image of the Current Black Mesa Administrator [http://fast1.onesite.com/capcom-unity.com/user/number6/9d53d0384f6e43946a656ffe38b038e4.jpg?v=270000] appeared to replace him.
Dr. Willaim Birkin said:
"Mr. President. I was surprised to receive your message..." Birkin said as he adjusted his glasses a little.
"I know you didn't. Hence my surprise. While the Daedalus Mk II is an extremely useful piece of technology, I should know, I helped to make it. But I want to inform you of an even greater technological feat you mightn't be aware of that you could have used in advance of this meeting..." The went on before he brought up a small object out of the front pocket of his jacket. "We call it...a "Phone"..." He said in the most condescending manner before putting it away again. "Still, seeing how you are here, I'm sure it relates to my line of work. In which case, I would like to remind the President about Black Mesa Regulation 1099-A: "No member of Black Mesa staff may discuss research projects to government officials on an un-secure channel", Like the one I'm using right now. As such, I invite you to enter the base and converse with me in person about such matters. So to conclude, I recommend that you dispatch a transport to Gate 01 where I will be waiting. In the interests of national security, I suggest you comply..."
Johnny Gat and Krizalid
Stage: Old Saints Hideout: Old Stilwater [http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/saintsrow/images/8/87/Postcard_hood_old_stilwater.png/revision/latest?cb=20120731021728] | USA: Stilwater City
Gat could feel the memories flooding back as he went about the ruins of where the 3rd Street Saints were reborn under the Boss, but years of inactivity here had left it right back in the same state it was when he and the Boss first found it.
"So... whatcha think?" "It's kind of a shit hole."
"True dat... but it's a shit hole with potential." "I dunno man..."
"Oh, come on, a stripper pole, some flat screens... maybe some nicer furniture..." "...You had me at stripper pole."
"Fuckin' A..."
Ahhh the simpler days...
His flashback was cut short by the rambling of the President's newest agent.
"Then by the fifteenth century they held precariously to the Pale
The invaders were more Irish than the Irish, that's the tale
A fat greedy king (called Henry)'s dick was bigger than his brain
Imposed a reformation- confiscating usurpation!
You'll never beat the Irish, no matter what you do
You can put us down and keep us out, but we'll come back again
You know we are the fighting Irish and we'll fight until the end
You know, you should have known: You'll never beat the Irish..."
Krizlaid absent-mindlessly sang as he tight-role walked on some of the old rusted railings while Matt tried to explain the mission to them.
Matt Miller Via Radio said:
"-Alright Gat. Your name is now Shogo Akuji. You are a Asian-American national looking for a hit squad against an extremely well protected target in the states. If they ask you about being dead, say that any rumors of your demise was just that: Rumors. I'm sorry about the choice of name, but it was the best I could do in such short notice. Krizliad will assist in the bust if things get out of hand, but only pull out your weapons when you confirm that whoever you are talking to is in fact a leading member of the group. The Tunnel will interfere with any kill switch activation, but you'll still need to get the device out of their head before the 20 second delay runs out. So...You'll have to-...you know..."Tear their eye out"?....*Shudder*...Well, I'll send them your way, their ETA should be about 15 minutes. Use this time to prepare, these guys mean business. Miller, out."
Once the briefing was over, Krizlaid then asked a very respectful question: "Shogo Akuji?...Pfff, Now if that ain't the name of a total minger, I don't know what is!" as he tilted his head to look at one of the first gang tags the Boss painted after his return to Stilwater.
The Lone Wanderer
Stage: White Crib: Front Lawn | USA: DC | Last Night
As Wanderer went to surprising un-irradiated non-ruins of the White Crib, he could make out a pair of men in black suits talking with someone who looked like he was trying to look important but was failing at it (Dammit Pierce).
"Can't believe the President hired that guy. We barely anything about him!" One of the agents said as he smoked a E-vaper while his friends smoked joints.
"Hey, The President is the Boss here, he can do what he wants."
"Tch, Yeah, nevermind if it's dumb or stupid, so long as he wants to do it..." Pierce grumbled in a rather annoyed tone, even after all these years, his Boss always kept doing stupid things. (Like promoting random strangers over his loyal crew).
"I mean, what's next? He's just going to hire the next ************ who walks in here?..." He tempted fate right as the guards suddenly saw Wanderer running right across the lawn and towards the building.
"GET DOWN!" One of the guards yelled before pushing Pierce to the ground and opening fire on the intruder, after all the security breaches they had suffered so far, they weren't taking any chances.
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