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| Lord Massacre | Sep 28 2005, 11:11 AM Post #1 |
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OOC: For years, I have created evil after despicable evil, abominations without end. Now, I bring you the most horrifying creature ever conceived by humankind: Itself. IC>>>>> (A lone guard sits at the gate of the facility, idly reading the paper. Grim stuff that was in the paper these days... Not too surprising, though. He was one man on the outer-fringes of a special area, a large quadrilateral building that was constructed underneath a pressure dome. It was built to withstand tremendous storms, floods, earthquakes, lightning bolts, meteors, and just about everything else that Heaven and Earth could throw at it. And the very best part of it is…that was just how well it performed on the inside. On the outside, it was far superior. Even a high-power satellite cannon couldn’t break in, not that anyone would really want to. This was a penitentiary, one built to harbor not just the most dangerous of adversaries, but also the most insane. The guard at the gate had let in two men that day, agents of the Secret Service. One was Abram, the other was Ross. They were like any agent in their field; dressed in black, nondescript, and thoroughly trained in both CQC and all relevant forms of marksmanship. They walked past the entrance into the dome, proceeding to the facility itself...) DOMINUS PENITENTIARY (Their steps were coordinated, their stride was synchronized. They entered the facility without losing momentum. That was the level of access and respect they were given for this place. The lives of Agents Abram and Ross were hazardous, but good. However, the two men were not pleased with current events.) Ross: Man, a high-class prison like this and they don’t have power-dampeners? Abram: It’s the best that could be managed in such short notice. The Enclave promised a building to withstand his strength and they delivered. Unfortunately, only their dampeners have the force we need, so ours will never do. Ross: Yeah, but we could use ‘em anyway, weaken him or s- Abram: They’re obsolete. I was in Pennsylvania when it happened. We all heard it loud and clear. Just one...loud...boom. Ross: I know. I heard the news report later. Who could have thought he’d destroy Washington? I mean, one second, nation’s capital. Next minute, poof! Abram: Do you know why? Ross: No. Why? Abram: He wanted...peace. (Ross stopped. Then Abram, looking back at him. The look of disbelief on his face was on the faces of every ambassador of the world the day he declared it, several days earlier. Ross had been in another country at the time. He didn’t know, but he was about to find out.) Ross: You mean to tell me that Jake Mulcahy killed hundreds of people and destroyed the very heart of the United States in the blink of an eye because he wanted peace?! What kind of bullshit is that? Abram: Here, let me explain from the beginning. We have a ways yet to go, anyhow, and I’ve been meaning to get you up to speed... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (At the U.N. Building in New York, an international meeting on the issue of using the technology sold from former organizations, such as the SAEMH, was being discussed in the hopes that the world can stem the possibility of a Power-Man epidemic. In the eyes of any politician, this would seem noble and worthy. In his eyes, however, it was all a waste of time. He had made his decision. It was time to play his hand. The lights began to dim...and soon he appeared in a bolt of lightning, standing before them all, dressed in black. He wore a leather coat that bore an insignia near the shoulder, a crescent that latches onto a blue moon. This marking was unknown to anyone in the world, save for a few. It was the symbol of the House of Bluemoon, whose estate was not of this realm. Having pledged loyalty to the Bluemoons, and undying love to the daughter of the Lord of that House, Jake set out to put an end to all conflict. That was why he stood before them all now. He had an ultimatum to deliver. It was time to put his power where his mouth was…and throw down the gauntlet.) Jake: I have come to tell you...that it is over. “That what is over?” Jake: War, fighting, hunger, strife – everything. It is all coming to an end. I declare that the world will now be...at peace. “And why do you say this?” Jake: I have said it because it is done. I have had enough of all your petty squabbling, so I am ending it. “Are you trying to threaten us?” Jake: No. Don’t be absurd. There is no more threat. I am removing your ability to war. All of you, all of them, all of everyone. I simply will not have it anymore! (Several cries of outrage and lewd remarks were recorded at this time and Jake was seen to get annoyed, but no more than a man does with a gnat. Finally...) Jake: Forget it. You’re all wasting your breath. “You naïve, stupid child! You can’t just go and declare world peace! It doesn’t work that way!” Jake: Heh. Of course it doesn’t. To a cabinet of stooges, how could anybody ever hope to save the world from destruct when they’re the cause? I’ve been looking and watching and waiting, but none of you ever seem to solve any damn problems. None of you ever make the world a better place to live in. You can’t even get regular people to accept each other, let alone humans and Metas. (Security guards were sent for at this point, but none of them were able to remove Jake from the room or even get near him. Guns crumpled in their hands and they were all thrown off their feet. Nobody was killed. The cause was recorded as an intense psychic force that was originated from Jake himself.) Jake: Now, as for me... I find that with power...should also come enlightenment. You guys are all at the seat of power, but don’t have the brains to do anything but look after your own self-interest. I think, after all these years of you playing with the world like it’s some kind of toy, that it’s time we play things a little differently. I have a HELLUVA LOT of power, and I actually use it responsibly. “By threatening us with it, right? Oh, clever.” Jake: Please, let me at least FINISH before you make an ass of yourself. You’re all abusing power even as I speak. Worst I’ve done so far is demand the right to speak. Of course, now that I’ve said that, I guess I’ve got the let the other shoe drop. How am I ever going to give you world peace if you CHILDREN won’t listen to reason? Simple. All I have to do is ruin your fun. (Many objected to Jake’s now-condescending method of speech, but he paid them no heed. He had grown to see humanity as something that could not take care of itself, that it would shoot it’s own eye out before learning its lesson, and even then…he wondered if they would ever truly learn.) Jake: Yeah, that’s right. Yell, scream, bitch at me. It’s not gonna do you any good. I’m the wind of the world, now. I am here and everywhere around you. I am the elements, a real and living force of nature itself. And if I say no more war, no more struggling, then I mean that I am putting a stop to it, that I have had ENOUGH of it, and that there will never be a trace of it EVER AGAIN!! “You can’t force us!” Jake: Yes, and that IS what a child would say. “You can’t make me!” So, I guess that means I’m going to ground you, now. I’ll take away your missles, rip apart your guns, and throw away all power. I’ll keep it all up until you have to fight like animals, if you want. Of course, a civilized man would have asked by now- “What’s your angle in all this?” Jake: Damn... About time... Here, I’ll lay it on the line. I don’t want to rule you, I don’t want to run you, but if you keep fucking things up, then I have to deal with it because I can’t STAND this god-damn merry-go-round political bullshit anymore! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Abram: After that, he vanished. Helluva controversy. Some damn kid telling all those old guys what to do like they should’ve known a long time ago... That’s the problem with Metas who grow in power like that. They start thinking of ways to use that power, and not all of it is pretty. Ross: So...what happened? He didn’t kill everyone because they refused, did he? Abram: After calling those guys petty? No way. Apparently, there was actually very little on Earth that Jake wanted. What he had already, he said was enough. That symbol he wore belonged to a high-born family of Nekojins, known as the House of Bluemoon, in a world called Moonia. He was – is – their only human ally. Ross: Wait a second... I recall hearing from a lab guy, yesterday. He was telling me about this. They’re a special kind of cat-people, highly combative and high in power potential. He said an army of them would be devastating. No wonder Jake backed a horse like that. If we ever picked a fight with them... Damn... Abram: That’s one reason why we’ve got him. They respect him, like one of their own. They would follow him into Hades, I would think. Ross: Why do you say that? Abram: That report you heard. You catch a name of the subject? Ross: Uhhh...Marina Bluemoon, I think. Abram: Uh-huh. That’s her. Long blue hair, feline ears, a warrior’s body – shot to death by snipers to save the man she loved. Ross: Say what? Abram: It was a mistake. Vigilantes had tried to kill him. She heard first and got in the way to save him. She died...and everything went boom. Ross: Holy shit... Abram: They destroyed the only thing in this world he ever loved. For what it’s worth, I feel sorry for him. Not too sorry, though. (They were passing through the last few doors to the main viewing room to Jake’s incarceration. The windows were reinforced Plexiglas, half a foot thick. The entire room where Jake was kept was heavily armored and given active sorcery that resists magic and elements to a high degree, far higher than Jake could produce even in top condition. He was kept inside of a high-armor casket, like a metal straightjacket that covered his whole body, which was suspended by chains that held him pretty much in place from all angles in the room. It too was bound with sorcery, to keep him from changing into an element, to prevent demon transformation, and especially to keep any of his power from leaking out. However, despite the high efforts put forth in that direction, the two agents could clearly see that it was not 100% effective. There was a hole where Jake’s left eye would be. It was always glowing these days in a lightning-white hue. Also, when the left eye blasted out with bolts against the room – ineffectively – the whole casket still struggled to remain in one place. Abram found this more than displeasing...) Abram: How did that happen? “We’re not sure, sir. The left eye is more powerful for some reason. It can’t damage the room of the rest of the casket, but can still give us one helluva scare.” Ross: Has he got any next of kin? Abram: Not anymore. Ross: His family went up? Abram: Everything went up...except for him...and her. Ross: How could he do that? Abram: You think that’s bad? Imagine what it took to get him in here. The whole national army was too afraid to get near the crater. Metas were called in. They asked that man, Mori, to lend a hand with his school. There were old classmates, colleagues, friends… I think you can guess how well they were received. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (A large gathering of students, all ranging in powers and abilities, had been requested by the nation’s great army. After seeing that Jake had the capacity of a natural nuclear bomb, they didn’t want to take any chances. They sent in beings who would stand some sort of chance against him. There were those in the group who knew Jake well, and others who barely knew his name. So many students… Among the ones who knew him was that of Teo Minamino. What he saw of Jake there was probably the most that any of them were able to gather in. The more notable of the Metas who came were Lance Togami, Daniel Anderson, Lucifer, Andrew and Aeria Vanderburg, Jack Landis, Ray Devorak, Yuki Katashi, Angela Blackly, Loire and Lavion Hellsing, Niko and Winger Renzo, Shohito Katsuragi, and the Jaganshi three – Nayama, Alter, and Hiei. These were the names and faces that were scarred across Teo’s mind in the aftermath of what happened. As they came to find him, right in the middle of that blast-zone, it looked as if Jake had not moved for hours. He was facing away from them, holding something in his arms. Teo could tell from where he stood what it must have been. He shuddered involuntarily, remembering how Jake had told him, with so much joy in his heart, that he was getting married. Jake now held the body of his proposed fiancé in his arms, her lifeless form a testiment to both beauty and strength. Seeing the form of that catgirl reminded him of his own beloved. What would ever happen to him if he lost her as Jake did his? Teo dared to step forward, closer still to the unmoving half-demon. Then, without warning...) Jake: Her last words were...“The world needs you, Jake. You have to survive.” Teo: Jake, I...I’m sorry that it happened like this... Jake: I did survive, Teo. I survived by destroying all life in this given area. Teo: Jake, please... Listen to me. It’s not too late to stop this. It’s never too late... (Jake slowly and gently placed the body of Marina Bluemoon on the ground and stood up. He did not turn around, but Teo knew his face was dark. His emotions read as black as the storm brewing above their heads. Black clouds swirled with energetic chaos shrieking here and there as arcs of lightning shot across the sky.) Jake: No, Teo. It IS too late. Far too late. I gave them hope. I gave them an answer. All they had to do was believe in me and I would have used all my power to end the world’s greatest problems. I didn’t even want anything in return. A completely selfless act...and look how they treat me... (Teo wanted to say something then, but he was cut off by a sudden fit of rage from Jake, whose very thoughts came off of him in physical waves and his storm grew ever-louder with each shouted phrase.) Jake: THOSE CONNIVING SONS OF BITCHES LURE ME OUT AND THEY TRY TO SHOOT ME TO DEATH AND GET HER INSTEAD!! THOSE BASTARDS WOULD BE HAPPIER I WAS DEAD, ‘CAUSE THEN I WOULDN’T DO WHAT I DID AND PLAN TO DO TO EVERYBODY ELSE!!! (The image appeared in all their minds, regardless of psychic abilities, a vision of terror and destruction. Jake was doing it again. He was evolving. The last two times he had changed, intense calamities had struck AHS, involving the great battles with the ODEMH and the SAEMH. In either case, his frustration had peaked and his rage poured into the elements at his command to reach new heights. On the last occasion, Jake had been very clearly insane. The SAEMH had driven him that way with their mind-disruption device, and then he had summoned a powerful hurricane onto the scene that would have destroyed everything, had the RAMHE satellite cannon not done the job for him. The point of the matter is that Jake’s sanity had always been iffy after that occasion. He’d question his sanity, his humanity, and even his destiny. Now that he had lost one of the only things that kept him stable, they could all perceive that he planned to destroy the world by any means necessary.) Jake: It’s over, Teo. I said I’d end it. Now...I’ll make good on that promise. Teo: No, Jake... This isn’t you. I know you wouldn’t really do something like that. You can’t... Jake: Wrong. (The heavens cried out in pain, mirroring the inner-side of Jake’s own sundered soul. The initial shockwave of Jake’s activation of power sent very many of the students who came right off their feet. They sensed it. They knew… He was far worse than they could have imagined. The number of them that were dwarfed by him was unbelievable. Jake turned, his Ixyzion sword mysteriously in his hand. It had not been there before, at least not in any physical state. Jake was hovering three feet above the scarred ground, swinging his sword with a violent sweep from one side to the next. He created another shockwave, one superior to the last. It sent the lesser students flying farther off, where Jake then mercilessly allowed a volley of lightning bolts from the sky to burn their bodies beyond recognition.) Jake: What were you thinking, allowing the newer breed into a battle-zone? Were you so sure of yourselves? Did you think I would come quietly? LIKE HELL I WILL!! (A blast-pattern of dark fireballs from his hand scatter them all. His Desolation Claws were as monstrous as usual, only a step or two down from the Darkness Flame. The immediate counter-attack came from Andrew in his powersuit, as well as the Niko and Winger Renzo. Andrew let loose Megarocket Cannon blasts while Winger covered him with constant shots using his Plasma Shredders. Niko went to blast at Jake’s eyes, hoping to even the odds a little with his Shade Kaiser. The respective blasts hit a very-well constructed wall of wind and lightning. They weren’t getting through. Winger took upon the idea of attacking directly with his claws. They were much stronger up close. Taking a leap at Jake, he grabbed the incoming blade and slashed at his shoulder quickly. A harsh attack, but the wound did not stay wounded. As Jake threw him off, he could see that his glancing blow – which had looked like a Bengal tiger scratch – was slowly beginning to mend. Andrew fired a Nova Blast, and Aeria reinforced it from another angle. Jake managed to blow the attacks away, then moved suddenly as he saw other people gathering. He was about to shine in the worst possible way. Andrew suddenly found himself the target of many vicious lightning bolts from the sky. They were deadly-accurate. He had to abandon his powersuit and take refuge in his private dimension before the suit exploded. When it went up, Niko lost his temper and attacked Jake from behind with the Shade Blazer. He’d seen the force of the blast knock Aeria out for the time-being. A dark-element weapon clashed with lightning...with a definite effect on the latter! But even so, Jake was the superior swordsman. A forceful slash damaged the Shade Kaiser emitter and a retaliatory shockwave blew Niko back. He was then shocked to find a massive thunderbolt heading his way, and then to find Winger in front of him, taking the brunt of the blast. Even then, it was too much for him. The last thing that Niko saw before he fell unconscious was the sight of his brother exploding.) Niko: Winger... (Jake moved on...) Jack: Heads up! *CLANG!* (Jack Landis intercepted him high in the air, his scythe clashing against the Ixyzion blade. However, Jake had an interesting reaction to him, a proof of his newfound insanity. The image of a Brethrenite bastard was superimposed upon the winged Meta in Jake’s eyes, as he immediately shouted...) Jake: TALON!! Jack: Who? (Jake’s sword tore free and he tried to Devil Sting into Jack’s chest, a move which was quickly parried by the scythe’s handle. Jake’s ramblings continued as he went on fighting, none of it making any sense to him.) Jake: We killed you, bastard! We don’t need you anymore! I am the new kind of terror! I am! I am! Me, me, me!! Jack: I don’t know what you’re talking about... (But neither of them had time for explanations. Jake sensed the power of an artifact used to slay demons. He kicked away from Jack just in time to see Loire Hellsing coming at him with the Cane of Zhong Kui. He sensed its legendary power and flew away from it immediately, leading Loire and Jack on a merry chase. Jack pursued higher into the sky, but Loire did not.) Loire: Don’t follow him so far! (Too late. Jack realized his mistake only a second before it happened. He’d assumed that constant combat would keep Jake from figuring on using his most exceptional abilities. He was wrong. A trio of massive lightning bolts struck him hard and reduced most of his body to ashes. Then, Jake came down at Loire in his demon form, having suddenly taken that armored-gargoyle shape in an instant. They collided, claws against the cane, and hit the ground hard. Jake got off of him quickly as Lavion soon joined him in combat, being the closest one to the scene. A mana blade was clutched in her hands. It and the cane were useful tools in breaking apart the Aero Turbo Slices that Jake projected at them. And in that moment he was distracted, he found himself surrounded. Ray Devorak, Angela Blackly, and Lance Togami took to the rear of him. Loire immediately attacked, his strikes very quick and several sliding right past Jake’s demon claws, hitting different points of his body and damaging him with the cane’s own powers. However, the tide suddenly turned when Jake simply vanished.) Jake’s Voice: I sense that you’re blind, so I’ll ask you to put those other senses to good use and tell everyone else here just where I am. Loire: You’re...everywhere! Jake’s Voice: Exactly! (A tornado suddenly formed around them as Jake’s wind-formed body summoned it all in and swept up the lot of them. Loire remained in the middle of it, now hearing a barrage of Aero Slices coming in from all angles. He did his best to deflect them with his powers, but Jake was relentless and he soon tired out and was cut into by the blades until he was a horrible bloody mess.) Lavion: Loire! NO!!! (Lavion’s anger built up quickly and manifested in her raw mana power breaking her and everyone else loose from the tornado’s grasp. She hit the ground with a sword in her hands and Jake in front of her while in human form. His smile was vicious, but his eyes were terribly cold. Lavion took heavy swings of her blade at Jake, making some glancing blows that cause him to wince. It was not enough, though...) Jake: Earth mana, shake hands with blackened fire. (A gauntlet, like a demonic hand, replaced Jake’s usual right and blasted at her with the Flames of Desolation. The attack was wide, like a wave of the stuff. Lavion had no chance, even if her powers HAD stood up to him. Then...) Ray: YOU MONSTER!! (A large brown-pelted wolf tackled the half-demon as Lance and Angela recovered. Claws and teeth bit into Jake from the body of Ray, who was known to be a powerful werewolf. Jake’s clothing was soon becoming torn and bloody, due to the constant tearing at his hide. However, an explosion of lightning followed that threw him right off. Jake pulled out his sword and attacked Ray in a manner that he was unprepared for. He had left his Nameless sword back in Paradise. And now, Jake slashed at him with a tremendous power of velocity in his blade. Ray was not just killed. He was annihilated. It was the only way, of course. A wolf such as he was an incredible regenerator. Then, without so much as a word or a delay, he sped across the ground at full speed to attack Angela, who only knew he was coming for being such a powerful empath. She pulled out her machine gun and fired her ice-charged bullets at Jake, unloading the entire clip at him. Jake’s body was coated in permafrost, but it would not last so. Angela could sense his anger rising rapidly.) Angela: Lance! Get him now! Lance: I’m on it! (The young Slayer saw that the ice had a temporary effect on Jake and reasoned that there would be a similar one if he applied the power of his own weapon. Let’s the Spear of Leviathan sort him out! It was perfect. Lance took a high leap in order to skewer Jake...and was suddenly worried when Angela backed away from the frozen Jake-sicle. The ice exploded into tiny shards as Jake broke free a little early, grabbed the end of Lance’s spear, and used his inertia to fling him far out from the battle. He had barely a second to slide out of the way of Angela’s fists. Her hands packed with soul-energy, she proceeded to engage in hand-to-hand combat, sure of herself and some several hundred years’ worth of martial arts. Jake had a counter-move for her deadly hands. The Desolation Claws were out again, and he was just slipping and sliding out of her reach like crazy. She began to use the energy gather to fire at him, and that was when Jake dove right through the soul-blasts and impaled Angela’s stomach on the claws! She was surprised to see that he could do that, and the last thought in her head, before she collapsed, was how strange it was that Jake looked like her father and uncle. Jake then let her fall.) Teo: Angela... No... (Teo was almost in shock by Jake’s continuous actions of cruelty. He could not accept what he was doing, but was forced to watch as he continued on with the killing...) Jake: Maybe I am a monster...but only because you made me so. (So saying, he became a monster again. This time, he picked out one student in particular and used his powers to stiffen him entirely. How what he do it? Well, the boy’s name was Yuki Katashi, and his body contained cybernetics. Jake used lightning charges as a medium to control the machinery in his body so he could then partake of the atrocity he was about to engage in.) Jake: I will now begin my first-ever attempt...at open-part surgery. (The next thing everybody knew, Yuki was having parts of himself ripped out slowly by Jake’s claws. Shohito was on the scene in a flash. He simply appeared there, though Jake’s chaotic mood had been flinging microbursts everywhere. He knew that Jake was a resilient psychic through his demon powers. Well, so was he. Shohito projected his thoughts into Jake’s mind while he was busy. In his mind’s eye, he saw – big surprise – a terrible storm of dark thoughts. It was a literal perception of Jake’s psyche. Seems the storm really DID reflect his mood. He tried to reach out and grab something, to see if he could change Jake’s mind, so to speak. But as soon as he touched anything there...) Ixyzion: What are YOU doing in here?! (A near-double of Jake’s demon form existed inside here. It was the soul and spirit of the very demon, Ixyzion. The creature had one glowing eye instead of two red ones, like Jake’s demon form. Shohito tried to talk to it first. Words had power in the realm of the human mind, and he could gain an advantage over it.) Shohito: I want to know why you’re allowing this. Ixyzion: Once, when I was on my own, before I ever took a master, a human had stabbed out my right eye. I was so mad that I gathered several others to destroy the human race. After a while, though, I grew tired…and guilty. I felt that I’d overdone it some. But now...seeing what’s I’ve seen through Jake’s eyes, I know that I was wrong to ever stop before. You’re a disease... (The demon lunged for Sho, part of the mental storm backing him up as tainted visions of Jake tearing out pieces of Yuki flashed on through. Finally, he killed him by forcing his lungs to explode with a force that ruptured his ribcage. Because they were in the mind, Shohito and Ixyzion were only gauged by mental strength, not brute force. However, Ixyzion was thousands of years old, which made his attacks in this perception of Jake’s inner-mind powerful, and suddenly more varied in strength as Jake reverted to his human form to avoid the apparent attack of numerous dragons made of energy. Sho could see that Daniel Anderson fella conjuring a Black Dragon against Jake. It was probably his darkest creature available, but Jake still ran around its black fire. He’d handled worse, and Sho was finding it hard to get an attack by Ixyzion...until Jake was hit by a tidal wave generated by a Navy-Blue Dragon. Sho gained a throttle-hold on the mental form of Ixyzion.) Shohito: Make him stop right now. Ixyzion: Do you think that you can walk right in here and start demanding things? Jake and I are one, and I don’t leave until he dies first. Look. (Eyes were upon him from the storm. Real eyes. Jake had kept his mind’s eye on those two. And as the water fell outside his head, the storm blasted at Shohito’s projection of himself and flung him outside of the mindscape. Once returned entirely to his body, he would find Daniel decapitated, though Jake appeared to be tiring some. He’d been using a lot of his power, and had used a lot more beforehand. Though their own forces were being diminished, he was losing his edge. Sho made a move to attack Jake, but he was stopped by a solitary voice.) “Stop!” (It was Hiei. He had just appeared behind him, having jumped there from where he, Nayama, and Alter, had been destroying Jake’s microbursts of storm power. Now that he was here...and unwrapping both his right arm AND his Jagan Eye...) Hiei: You dove in very deeply, but you didn’t see what was really there. (He approached Jake next, alone. He had to do this. There was something that they were all missing. Jake appeared weaker now, but that storm was still strong... He drew his katana and the half-demon immediately sped towards him, his sword already striking against Hiei’s own. Good. The challenge was accepted. He and Hiei soon began to fight at an incredible speed, their swords cutting through the very molecules of air as they tried to out-dodge the other and bring in a deadly hit, a hit that had yet to come. Jake soon let go of his sword and allowed it to levitate near his hand, as if still grasped. But while it did this, the sword spun around as if it were a buzzsaw. Jake then swung it around like this, and Hiei found a number of his attacks being forced back by him. He wondered how it was even possible for Jake to grow so much in power. All he knew was that Jake had to be stopped now, and that he would do anything to finish him off. Hiei broke away from Jake’s attack and brought forth his ultimate power, Dragon of the Darkness Flame. It did not appear normally. In fact, as the tattoo vanished from his arm, several coils of Eastern Dragon bodies formed around him. It came forth like a hydra of dragons, surrounding Jake and breathing their deadly fire at him. This being a new one on him, Jake took to the sky, straight into the black clouds. Those clouds... Hiei’s eyes widened.) Hiei: He’s been keeping something like THAT locked away? Everyone take cover! (The whole thing might’ve been too large for them all to see, but Hiei now perceived what that mass of formless power had been. Jake didn’t simply have a dark storm up there. He’d been gathering strength for one final attack to kill them all with one blow. Five tornadoes slammed down into the ground around them, and a gigantic maelstrom would soon follow. The tornadoes were as fingers, and the hand would soon follow. They would all be torn to shreds by this force, if nor for Hiei, who condensed the Darkness Dragon bodies into one form and launched it up into that torrent. The blast caught itself in the middle of the huge maelstrom and destabilized it, sending waves of wind, fire, and lightning in all directions but down onto the group of students. Such a technique was devastating, and Hiei sensed that it was less powerful than what Jake had used to destroy Washington DC. The air began to clear up…and Hiei reacted to the reappearance of Jake in mid-air, hurtling down towards him with the Ixyzion blade poised to strike like a scorpion. So fast was he in his plummet that Hiei had barely a second to act. He brought up his own sword, conjured the power and...) *SHLAP!* (They stabbed each other in mid-air, Hiei on Ixyzion and Jake on his katana. The only problem was that Jake would suffer more. Sure, the elements would slowly strengthen him again, but Hiei’s sword had suddenly erupted with Darkness Flame, an act which painfully threw off Jake and forced him to land on the ground to try and recuperate. Hiei himself was left kneeling, his wound just about as terrible. This wasn’t good. He could see it in Jake’s thoughts. He was thinking of retreating and returning later to kill them all. There weren’t enough of them to stop him. He’d either killed or incapacitated most of their group. Jake was already beginning to stand up...) SSSSHHH-BOOOOOOM!!! (...and then a blast of spiritual energy blew him right off of his feet, sending him careening across the field! It was, indeed, spirit energy, but Hiei was certain that that attack had not come from the detective. No, it was another source, one that appeared nearby, a mature-looking female who had brown hair, green eyes, fox-ear, and fox-tails. In other words, it was Rish Govani. She appeared to have a serious gaze in her eyes, but also a measure of guilt, which she explained.) Rish: I’m sorry, Hiei, but I used you. I had to use all of you to make this work. I had to stand back and allow all of this to occur, or else I’d never get my chance. If I hadn’t done what I did, he would have felt my attack coming and avoided it. (Lucifer then came by, his expression controlled like a poker-face.) Rish: It seems I have you to thank too, Lucifer. Your presence was the center for my illusion of not being here. Lucifer: To put down this demon-lunatic, I would do anything and more, even stay quietly out of a battle for which I am needed. (Jake was temporarily knocked out by the surprise attack by Rish, but he wouldn’t stay down, which is why he had to be attacked again and again to keep him out cold. Eventually, he was placed in his incarceration, where he still resided. Among the many who went to this battle, the survivors were Lucifer, Rish, Andrew, Aeria, Niko, Nayama, Alter, Teo, Lance, Shohito, and Hiei. Although Hiei had suffered a terrible wound, he was given to healing spells from Andrew as quickly as possible to restore him. Still then, he knew in his mind that this half-demon had had the better hand. As for Teo, he would be inconsolable after such an event.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (The room fell silent for a moment. Then, finally…) Abram: You look like you need some coffee. Do you? Ross: Oh, hell yeah. (But before they could leave, the technician on duty shouted for them to return.) “Something’s happening to him. He’s having convulsions.” Ross: It’s a trick to get a medic in there. Ignore him. “I don’t think that’s it, sir...” (A few seconds later, to everyone’s horror, a sword covered in human blood punctures the casket, its blade gleaming with lightning slightly.) Abram: Dammit! The sword! Why didn’t you check him for the sword?! “He didn’t have it on him!” Abram: Oh no? Well, what’s that, then? Ross: That’s us, up shit-creek without a paddle. (Although the sword had clearly been inside of his body, merged and internalized, the fact that it had suddenly exited his body the hard way was, in fact, not much of a deterrence. In fact, it was a matter of fact that the Ixyzion blade could not actually hurt Jake. So even in exiting horizontally, it wouldn’t kill him. As soon as the sword flew free from the casket, he was regenerated. The demon sword flew under its own power and guidance. The fact that the demon itself actually supported Jake’s sudden desire for destruction would only make things worse...as it headed for the window at full speed!) *THUNK!* Ross: Huh? (The sword had penetrated the Plexiglas window, but it looked kind of stuck now. The three men in there were still careful, though. It could do anything at all...) “There’s no life-signs in the casket anymore.” Abram: Where the hell did he go? (The answer came... In the blink of an eye, the Ixyzion sword blasted the technician with a bolt of lightning...which expanded through his body until it exploded into a hundred different bone fragments and a lot of dust. In his place, Jake had formed from raw lightning. He saw agents on either side of him and reacted, punching Abram in the throat and then kicking Ross in the stomach. Both men went flying against a wall as Jake willed Ixyzion to change into lightning and re-merge with him. Ross was on the ground when he saw Jake transform into lightning and enter the computer system itself. He got up as things started sparking...) Ross: Damn, he can do that? Why didn’t you tell me, Abram? Uhhh, Abram? Hey, you there, man? Say something! (The smoke from the evaporated man and sizzling computer subsided and Ross now saw that his partner. The senior of the two was dead with a broken neck. He cursed under his breath as the alarm began to sound. No, several alarms were going off. There were fires, intruder alarms, computer error alarms, and – Ross almost lost it when he heard this – core containment alarms. This place was done for… Ross decided to run for his life before Jake did any more damage. Speaking of which, Jake was already outside. He was trying to get out of this high-tech weather-proof dome that was installed and all that was keeping the door shut was some overpaid guard at the front. He stood there, grinning at Jake, right up until Jake smiled and mouthed the words “No magic barrier”. After that, he pointed behind the man in a rather sneaky manner. Hovering behind him was a winged demon in midnight-black armor whose face was not visible, but he had one glowing white eye. This was the actual state of Ixyzion’s being, currently a spiritual projection of himself from Jake’s own mind. Merged with Jake, he had two functioning red eyes and sharper armor. Jake completed him, in a way. Without him, and as a spirit, he was still quite formidable, and certainly capable of eviscerating a lowly guard and opening the doors for Jake. After that, they re-merged once more and left the area. Shortly thereafter, Agent Ross found the dome to be sealed and the penitentiary to be exploding. He was never heard from again, nor was anyone else in that general area. Jake’s whereabouts become unknown at this point.) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Principal Mori had an urgent message from the temporary leaders of the U.S. Government sitting on his desk. It was a standard plea, first pointing out the clear fact that the nation was crippled – lacking both its capital and all branches of the government– and how they didn’t seem to have the power to stop Jake Mulcahy even WITH the assistance of the increasingly reclusive Enclave organization that constructed the facility that Jake broke out of. Then, of course, it dredged on into a mish-mash about duty and responsibility and how it was in their best interests to do something about this genocidal – yes, they used that word – madman bent on world destruction. Of course, none of this message seemed to, in any way, imply that the government was at fault for this calamity, nor did it seem to contain an apology for doing such OR EVEN proper condolences for the students whom Jake had killed. It may as well have said on the bottom line, “Please help us ungrateful bastards out of a fix, for we are shameless and powerless in every way.” Naturally, there was no conclusive proof that Jake was genocidal, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try. The only question that remained...was what to do about him. If he already killed his friends in that battle, he wouldn’t trust anyone else from the school in an instant, which that meant he wouldn’t be around here at all. So, if he wasn’t here or there, or anywhere that anyone could immediately think of, where was he?) OOC: Who I actually decided to kill or simply hurt was always entirely up to me. You only gave me the right. Now, the RP can truly begin. It encompasses the entire world in terms of being an alternate universe. Jake is on the run and you (whoever is now hunting after him) are to search for him, then confront him in whatever way you deem necessary. You can try to reason with him if you like. It probably won’t help, but you might learn something useful. Attacking and attempting to kill, capture, or incapacitate works. Good luck on that. Jake will resist like hell. You will all most likely start at AHS, trying to figure out where he’s been seen, where he’s going, and what he’s up to. You don’t know where he currently is and you have no idea if he has a plan or if he’s just lost more of his marbles. Jake will leave a trail, though not willingly. He’s a wanted man, a hunted man. There are forces out there everywhere, and he has no choice but to waste them too. Updates on the direction of his travels will give some indication of his whereabouts. Take this RP with some seriousness. Add some depth to posts and feel free to brood. You may NOT make any Carmen Sandiego jokes. |
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| Abadon XXX | Sep 28 2005, 12:26 PM Post #2 |
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"Okay, I'll see you later then Aeria *click*." Andrew was at his home in domino. It may have looked like he was playing a video game, but in reality he was downloading the latest in his video game arsenal: the Nitro eruptor. Hell, he was still inventing more and more things. His AI had been keeping up with the news while he was toiling on inventions, thinking they could be able to at least slow Jake down. Serra and the other dragoons were gone in the dragon realm. Maybe it was better this way. He didn't want her to see this kind of carnage. In a way, he even felt a little sorry for Jake. Would he have been any different if it was his love killed? Meanwhile, Lucifer was sitting on top of a roof while gazing into the distance. He too experienced what Jake had went through, but on a smaller scale in terms of aggression. But like Jake, he too was part demon, a dark type. But he was more tuned to ward off the powers of light, not the energy that Jake wields. But then again that's why he got that favor from Sakura before everything went to hell. "Dark Arsenal, form of OICW." A small portal formed near his left side as he pulled the weapon out of the dimension that it was housed in. The rifle, along with several clips of both the bullets and the grenades were on the ground as he looked at him. "For my family, I will defend the school. I swore never to use my powers like this again. I guess there's no other way to go around this." He stood up as his now black hair blew gently in the breeze. He will do what he has to do to protect the ones he loves. Aeria on the other hand was with Niko alot more than usual. She wanted to be there for him ever since his brother had been destroyed. Although she didn't possess the knowledge that her father had, she was still pretty determined. She wanted to help Niko, and though she couldn't be able to make reploids, she knew a thing or two about AIs. Using what she learned from Seraphim, she started to tinker around with some of the parts that were left of Winger. This took a lot of time considering what Jake did to him. She even bought a metal detector and began to sort through the bits and pieces until she found what she needed. "I don't this to disrespect your brother, but I think it is only right that you should see him again." Sweat came down her face as she continued to work with the machines that she had, hoping that there was a way to make this work for the sake of her love. Lance was lying down on his bed in what seemed to be in a trance. He had been practicing a lot with his dragoon powers and was even beginning to communicate with the dragoon Nabiki. He had a lot of respect for that girl and asked her to take the family to the dragon realm. He got a lot of grief from both Phoenix and Seran, but this wasn't like a government battle. He didn't want to be afraid that Jake was going to use them as some kind of bargaining chip. Or even worse, if he murdered his children. Then he would be pushed to do things that he never done ever since he was made the alpha male of the slayers. After getting out of bed, his hands were on his legs as he sighed. "This has to be the way. Too much death and suffering has already happened. I don't think he can be reasoned with. He needs to be stopped." |
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| Deleted User | Sep 28 2005, 01:13 PM Post #3 |
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*Inside the Memorial of AHS* A figure dress completely in black approached the inner most chambers, his leather clothing rustling what must have been uncomfortably to the body within. His while hair was once again well kept, parted down the middle and straight as ever. People almost always mistook him for the one who had passed, until they looked at his eyes... his green eyes were the only true difference from his brother, or at least they had been. He walked up slowly, each footstep an echo of his anger. "Where the hell were you..." Although to an onlooker he may have been insane, Christopher Prometheus was speaking to the luxerious sword that was encased in the center. The blade itself was long and straight, but unlike most swords it had a crystaline quality and was split down the center. It would be useless in combat if not for the raw power hidden inside the ivory handle, the power that Chris knew could have saved Washington from a horrible fate. That sword held the power of a promise, a promise made by a soul who had died to save several words, and became born again as a sort of representative between the heavens and earth. "Answer me damnit!" You will not like the answer if I give you one... Finally, he was getting somewhere. "Try me. Information that I don't like to hear is better than being blindsided, wouldn't you say, Brother?" Rage still filled his tones, but at least this time the sword was giving him some information. Normally he could sit here and talk for hours just to find a grand total of nothing... Washington D.C. was decreed to be destroyed on that day. It's not that I did not wish to entervine, it is that I cannot by his decree. "What kind of loving and caring God do you serve? He allowed for this to happen? Why, why did so many innocent people have to die!" A mortal cannot trust God's hand because he cannot understand his mind. If you could put faith in a bottle, or rather dissect God, what would be the use of loving him, of trusting him? Trust his heart Christopher, and you won't go wrong... "Damn you and your cryptic answers. Maybe Seraph will at least lend a hand, Lord knows he isn't nearly as thick shelled as you are." The sword did not answer him. |
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| Mr. Trout | Sep 29 2005, 04:19 PM Post #4 |
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If you don’t know what its like to hear your children were killed…pray you never had to. The little weak lamp in the London flat flickered on with a couple angry taps on the bulb. The covers lifted from a slim slumbering form as Eeth clad in only a pair of flannel pants brought the red bathrobe over his shoulders and sat down at the wooden chair in front of his desk. Its never the same ever again. Everything becomes ruined. Wine has the texture of urine, all the food in the world turns to ash and the only escape imaginable…the love of a good woman turns into something you fear and dread. I know, it happened to me. Graceful pale fingers went across the desk which clung to a curtain of darkness across half of it to the golden bottle of half-drunk whiskey. The fingers groped the shadows of the room removing a wood framed object from its deepest section. It was exactly what you could imagine it, a family portrait from before that night. The four faces all different save for their eyes. It was all Eeth had left of his children and of the family that was once his. His fingers traced over the faces of his children pausing momentarily over Loire’s. This wasn’t the last time he had seen the boy’s face, that was the worst time of it all. Back then things had only started to go wrong. There weren’t many at the two funerals. They were kept secret so that only family could really pay their respects. It was Eeth who had to close the casket on the face of his own son, it had a bandage on the side holding the corpse together but at the time it looked like he was healing, getting better. His daughter had no coffin, they hadn’t found enough of her to be buried. Eeth couldn’t forget that sight, the two perfectly black coffins with the union jack draped over their lower half and the red flag of China covering where their torso should be. Vain was crying trying to drown the world in her tears. Eeth couldn’t cry, he didn’t understand why at the time but he couldn’t cry then…he would spend a very long time making that up falling into tears every night when he dreamed of their faces. The Queen of England moved forward dressed appropriately for this event and placed medals on the coffins calling them heroes and bestowing on them the highest order of knight hood that she could. What good were titles, ranks and medals to the dead? Eeth didn’t understand that as he held his wife close. After that things only got worse. He cried at night, started drinking and couldn’t find the strength to fight the evils of the night. Vain had collapsed emotionally and left him. They were separated now, had been since a little while after the incident. Eeth had the divorce papers served to him and waited on the counter growing dust. Only thing they needed was his signature but he wouldn’t sign…clinging to that frail hope that this was all a dream and that his children would walk through that door and hold him tight. The half bottle of whiskey dripped down soaking into the white oak table and the old wooden floor. He couldn’t stop drinking, Eeth had tried but it was the only way to ebb away the pain, the pain he knew that he had caused because of his secret. No one else knew but it should have been him that had faced Jake and died on that day. No, this isn’t one of those ‘I should have been there not them because they were so young’ things. Eeth had been asked to go there by Mori himself but had to refuse, he was to attend the Queen’s jubilee ball. His children said it was no big deal and they would go fight in his stead. He didn’t think it would be a challenge so had let them go…and still hadn’t forgiven himself. There was something other then crying Eeth did every night. Near the bottle in the darkness that his hand now reached for was an old revolver. The kind they gave American commanders at the end of the civil war. Inside was a bullet, one special bullet with a heart carved into the back. Every night when the crying stopped and when he had drunk his fill he would hold the gun like now and place it inside his mouth trying to pull the trigger. Each night he told himself he would but each night he never managed to do it. Like every night he thought to himself that ‘tonight is the night I die’ but like those nights he didn’t do it. It wasn’t because of him that he didn’t. With his eyes closed and his finger pulling the trigger back he heard the distinct ring of his phone. The small silver object flipped open and he pressed it against his ear not pulling the gun out of his mouth until he needed to speak. “You told me to call if it happened.” “…” Eeth didn’t answer, the male voice on the other end didn’t say anything either. It took a minute for the whiskey cloud to clear out from his brain and his memory to start. The gun was slowly pulled from his mouth and he started the words. “When?” alas that’s when the other man replied. “Just a few hours ago. I just got off the phone with Mori…he was looking for all his old students to track this guy down and well…I remembered you wanted a piece of him.” “I want his head.” The silver cell flicked closed and Eeth stood up from his spot in the darkness. He didn’t need a light anymore, there was only one thing in this flat that belonged to him and wasn’t the picture or drink. He hadn’t opened it since the funeral and it was finally time to get it out. His foot pushed the cover off the wooden chest. Like all things in this flat it was made of fine wood, though this trunk was mahogany and filled with the relics of his former life. First out was his gun, the long black pistol that had sent more then its share of beings to the neither world. He prided over the weapon and made sure it was loaded before putting it to the side. The gun had been resting on his pressed uniform, black with the white overlap and white cuffs and a cavalry frock coat. Those didn’t catch his attention as much as his God. The Star of David was in his hands now as Eeth pondered in his half drunk state why the God he loved would turn on him and take his children. Had God abandoned him or was trying to get it clear to him that //he// had to kill Jake, that none others would do. He had no trust in God anymore but he did know he needed it on his side. Wrapping the gold chain around his left hand Eeth continued to dig in the chest removing money, identification cards and most importantly an old letter sealed with the stamp of English royalty. With it he could go practically anywhere, and anywhere it wouldn’t take him his gun and a kind word would. It wasn’t enough, Eeth knew that already. If he wanted Jake dead he would need something stronger…so he put in a call for the only person who could build such a thing. Now the world was bathed in the light of day. Eeth waited in civilian clothes that mattered very little in this dank warehouse as a chrome case was eased in front of him. The man that had done it was tall, his head scraping the door frames. He was blonde with a black eye patch over one eye and he smiled the cigarette ash falling to the ground as he cracked open the case seals and turned it around letting Eeth see. “Base model was a Heckler and Koch, but as you can see we made it out of a stronger material, reinforced most points and increased its stopping power with…a bit of drop in firing rate.” The French accent was clear, though odd now that they were in the United States, they only met here because it was much simpler to just meet it here then have to strong arm his way onto a plane then arrive. “That’s fine, I don’t give a shit about how fast it fires, I only need one bullet.” Eeth lifted the weapon out of its case and started going over it. Must surprising was the back of the gun, the shoulder rest was something he remembered, the only part of his son’s weapon that had survived, it still might diminish demon powers but he wasn’t sure, after all this was a gun made to kill not to hold or stop. “Speaking of bullets…we got some nasty buggers specially made.” The Frenchman held up a single bullet, it looked red and seemed to pulsate. Eeth was the only one to see one of these and not be afraid. “-Tip built for deep penetration, made to flatten out while there to stop ricochets. We got white oak with some magnesium touched holy water inside just the way you like it. Oh right and most importantly we got the entire damn thing coated in some kinda voodoo magic, even your sister was scared shitless after making one of these.” Eeth’s eyebrow raising was enough of a reply to make you wonder, to make you not trust this man who was probably the most sane man in the world at the moment. “You a God fearing man? Because if he gets on your case I swear to you one bullet of this will kill him for good.” Needless to say Eeth took the weapon, the four clips and all the spare ammunition though most of that stayed in his car as he went on with his search. It wasn’t quite a matter of public record but it wasn’t hard to get into the pen where Jake had been locked up. The pistol at his hip pushed most guards to the side and his special weapon hidden to the side of his coat made sure that if anyone did argue they wouldn’t last long. He was in the room that had once held Jake now his fingers holding up the remains of his bindings. “Cheap piece of Taiwan crap…” |
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| Elusive Ronin | Sep 29 2005, 09:32 PM Post #5 |
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“What’s your status?” “I’m 10 minutes outside of Tokyo. I’ll be there in about 30.” “30? Given the recent panic you’ll probably make it here in an hour.” “No. Half an hour at the most.” She couldn’t possibly be serious could she? Half an hour when the traffic was terrible? That was what she got for leaving the city but it had been for a wonderfully tragic reason. She had to console her grieving mother. He would have done the same thing if his father had not died ages before. It was hard enough to remember his father let alone remember how it felt after he died. Barely having known the man was hard on a young boy of barely 2, but it was easy enough to forget that one even had a father. Anger was all he could sense in her voice even on the phone he could sense her seething. It had not been a natural death. It was hard to understand what to call the way in which her father had died. Evaporated? Obliterated? She seemed utterly hopeful that her father was still alive somewhere, but there was no possible way that he could have survived the destruction. It had been wiped out… completely and utterly. A youth stood in the courtyard of AHS twiddling a phone in his hands. It was a small little thing, silver in color, but he looked at it rather worried, as if it could explode in his very hand and take the appendage with him. It opened and closed and continued to do so as he checked the time every few moments. Not a minute passed as he did so, but he continued to do so impatiently. Waiting, forever waiting and wondering what would happen next, but that was not for him to decide as he held the active grenade that was the cell phone. He did not fear the phone, but he was still dreading the female youth he had spoken with moments before. She was acting rather rashly for the current point in time. This was no time to act foolishly, but to lose a loved one to murder was not a sin the heart easily forgot. God have mercy on the souls that were lost. The few that had tried to stop him from causing such pain and those that had died just because of Jake’s trip into insanity. The vast recesses of the mind that allowed one to cause such unforgivable sins. He was not the only one to lose something dear to him. Why was it that he had snapped like a brittle twig off the tree that he had been on? He had always seemed like such a good upstanding fellow and now they were going to try and take up arms against one of the most powerful people on earth. The problem was how could he personally do anything? Even with his grandfather’s pistols there seemed little that he could do about it, but there were legends about the colt revolvers that were said to destroy even the strongest forces of evil. Mark had not lifted a gun since the day his mother was shot. He had left them in a lockbox under his bed and had the key safely guarded by a friend so he would never even have the temptation to even look at them. Just there existence seemed sinful, but he could not destroy any more heirlooms of his family. It had been a solid year since even looking at the box, but earlier that morning a call had woke him up. The sound of tears and revenge was the only thing he actually heard. He could not hear any of the words that she had spoke to him other then she was devastated and that she needed his help. Without his pistols he wasn’t much of a fighter. Never really had been before as his powers consisted mostly of instrumental contortion and protecting others with his musical stylings. Now she wanted him to do what ever he could. It was possible that with his violin that he could protect her for a very short time from any barrage that Jake threw at them, but he could not be sure of that. She wanted the guns however. The only thing Mark could do was practically hit anything square as long as he could see the target and it was not a practically admirable gift. He quietly nudged the box that lay on the ground with his foot. It was just a simple box of no great import, but it held a treasure that he both dreaded and yearned for. “So is that why you wanted me here?” He looked up to see whose voice it was out of habit, but he could tell just from the tone whom it belonged to. The violet haired alien girl stood before him looking as belligerent as ever. She had not formally offered them any assistance, but she was expected to help just because of her love of fighting. The giant beast of a sword was strapped to her back as per usual. Eiesenmal… Such a sharp tongue for a sword, but being a militaristic creature made it seem only natural for him to bark orders. “Foolish endeavor at best. You stated clearly that you do not wish for the key to that box and gave it to father for safe keeping.” “He still has it then?” “Of course I do boy,” the sword rasped from behind Kiocuv. He sounded like his normal unhappy self, which was also fairly normal. He never spoke to anyone other the Kiocuv with any amount of respect. The normal overbearing parent that most others seemed to think hindered the tall alien girl from doing much of anything. Whenever they tried to coax her out to go out to eat or go walking he would stop them. It must be hard for her to have that bulky piece of steel with her 24/7, but she seemed to be able to deal with his faults better then the rest of them. “I require it back if you would sir.” “Bah. You think I am so easily swayed? I do not back down from promises of honor. Your grandfather was a soldier in the military and the only reason I keep your key is because I can break no request from a soldier that has passed on. You are fortunate I even do such a thing for you. You are more of a court jester then a soldier. Weapons are not for those that cannot or should not be possessing them.” “Sir, I…” “Father,” Kiocuv interjected before Mark had a chance to speak. It seemed like maybe she was going to save him yet again from her overbearing father. He had a soft heart for the girl, but she was not one to disobey orders unless it felt necessary to do so. It seemed from her manner of speaking that she felt it necessary. She placed her hands around her neck and pulled off the necklace that she wore. Dangling precariously was the small key that Mark so required to be of assistance in such desperate times. He could not allow more to die at Jake’s hands. It was still surprising to see that she held the key and not Eiesenmal. “I believe that he deserves it father.” “Posh,” the sword rasped on yet again in the same tone it allows carried. The same clashing tone that ground into one’s eardrums if one bothered to listen to it long enough. “You favor this boy all too much.” “Maybe I do,” she stated rather bluntly not even allowing it to affect her even in the slightest. Her tone, her body language, and even her eyes showed no signs of sarcasm or even the slightest hint of humor. Mark had never even really bothered to think if the feeling was mutual or not. He had spent a lot of time with her in spite of the metal maniac that she toted around, but had never bothered to ask her on a date. Maybe it was because he thought that she would say no and maybe it was just her way of playing around… “What are you staring at? Do you want it or not?” “Sorry,” he said shaking it off. It must have been the latter, but really now was not the time for love. He was not even aware if he was going to come out of this alive. It seemed like such a foolhardy endeavor, but then it was just the same cycle of thoughts that had been compounding since he had received the call earlier. The world was in an uproar and so were many of the AHS students. It seemed that having an alumnus lose his mind and destroy the greater part of the government of the United States certainly brought out the heroes in people; him included. He took the key from her hand and held it in his own. It was warm, but then that was expected from where she had kept it. “Thank you Kio. You as well sir.” “Bah.” The sword still seemed less then pleased, but Kiocuv just looked at him and nodded. No smile or ‘You’re welcome’, but he was used to things like that from her. He put away his cell phone and bent down to examine the box that lay carelessly in the grass. It was the same old box that it had been a year before when he locked the two revolvers away. Heirlooms from the era of the Civil War. They had been passed down to every male descendent since they were first brought into the family. His mother was not so graced with the Y chromosome however and he was the one to take on the family heirloom. He inserted the key and listened to the lock click open and almost reflexively his hand threw back the top to reveal the still mint condition colt revolvers handed down to him from so long ago. It was amazing that they looked so new, but at the very moment he didn’t really care how new the looked even though it was hard to not marvel in their beauty. He pulled them both out quickly from the box and stared at them in a sort of awe as Kiocuv and Eiesenmal looked onward to see what he would do. They were the ancient guns of a soldier who refused to use a rifle. He spun them in his hands like any gunslinger from any era. He threw back his cloak to revel the dual holsters resting on either side of his hip and elegantly replaced them back in their original homes. A long sigh followed. It was not a sigh of contentment, but one of displeasure. It still irked him to be holding the things in his hands once again. His grandfather had taught him how to shoot them and he quickly became accurate and quick with them. Practicing everyday for hours on end as it seemed rather cool to be so young and allowed to use firearms. It was not something that many approved of, but he got good and learned the ins and outs of everything; especially the bullet. He pulled a single bullet from his pocket and locked at it. In the blink of eye he had pulled the gun from his holster, loaded and fired at a potted plant lying above on the peaks of one of the buildings. The bullet seemed to miss the plant completely, but it had been ejected so quickly that it had pierced right through potter without shattering the ceramic. “You missed.” “Nah. I got it,” he said slipping the smoking gun back into his holster. It was an amazing weapon. So old, yet it could probably hold its own against any new technology… at least that was the hope. The blazing fast firing speed and the ability to use anything that was small enough to fit into its chamber as a bullet. It was an amazing build for any colt revolver. The gunshot had rung out from the middle of the courtyard in a signaling call. Luckily it was soon muffled by the roar of an engine, a loud engine. It roared through the courtyard as the rider maneuvered the bike rather elegantly to and fro amongst the random benches, trees, plants, and the random pedestrian. Smoke and a red scarf trailed in the bike’s wake as it seemed that it was just some random rider out for a challenge, but for the rider the challenge was yet to come. It continued to near the youth wearing the old western outfit that was very reminiscent of an old Clint Eastwood movie, and the girl with the giant sword and wings growing out of her head. With a roar and a squeal the biker broke and stopped inches away from the two of them. Mark did not move knowing that she was skilled enough not to hit them. Kiocuv just refused to make any sudden motion to show her defiance. The engine echoed across the campus the engine died. The dark helmeted figure quickly dismounted and ripped the helmet off her head. The hollow crash of the helmet hitting the sidewalk and cracking split to the two watching young Lindsey Gray vent as best as she could trying to mourn the loss of her father. “I can’t believe that bastard. We have to stop him.” “Lindsey, please calm down. You wouldn’t let me try to talk you out of this over the phone and…” “And you won’t now. I’m going to do this with or without you Mark. Are you in Kiocuv? Seems like fighting a megalomanic bent on world destruction would be right up you alley.” “Lindsey, please. Revenge is not the answer.” “Anarchist…” Eiesenmal rasped yet again. From his answer alone it was known that the young alien girl was going to help out. Kiocuv did not even bother to answer nor would Lindsey. “Good. The three of us, plus anyone else we can scrounge up would be great to put this guy in his place,” she yelled slamming her fist into her hand in an open statement of defiance. “You can’t underestimate him Lindsey,” Mark still continued to plead with her lest they lost her to pure bloodlust and revenge. It seemed though like the only thing that Mark was doing was stirring the pot. “Shut up Mark. He killed my father. I know you understand what it is like to lose a parent. Your mother was dead for 3 seconds and you nearly lost it. You got easy however as she isn’t dead now. You got lucky. Me? What did I get? Absolutely nothing. I did not even get to say goodbye to my father before that ass destroyed Washington. Do you understand what I’m saying to you? I’m going to see him dead Mark. It doesn’t matter what you say. Now, let’s go. 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| Deleted User | Sep 30 2005, 02:19 AM Post #6 |
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"Locke, where the hell are you?" "At the hospital in Shinjuku, I ran into a meta on my way to the school. Long story short, he managed to fracture my right arm and bang up my head before I could wrench off his. I'll be at the rendezvous point in ten minutes." "You all right, your head I mean?" "It doesn't hurt anymore and everything seems to work fine. Listen I gotta go, this nurse keeping bugging me with some form I need to fill out." A short round woman holding a sheet of paper in one hand and a black pen in her other plump hand continued to poke at the teenage girl as she hung up on the pay phone. The nurse had no disregard for this girl's phone call, as long as she got this paper signed she could go home and sit down to a T.V. dinner and watch her Tivo. But she didn't say anything, the nurse just kept poking trying to get this girl's attention. When Locke did finally hang up the phone a wide, smug grin appeared over her face. "Please sign this release form and take to Maude at the nurses station so she can give you your perscription." Her voice was so sweet and throaty it almost hurt Lockes ears just to hear it. She snatched the form out of the womens grubby little hand and stomped off to the nurses station muttering "bitch" under her breath as she past the fat nurse. Maude was no skinnier, with her red hair in a tight bun that pulled on her face making her look constantly excited. Locke scribbled her name down and got the perscription for pain medication, she was already to leave when the nurse from before rushed up to her in a huff with something big and black in her hands. "Dear, we just got back your head x-ray and-" "Hold that thought." All around Locke things seemed to be coming to a halt, a screaming paitent was quieting down, the clanking of dishes was becoming barely audible, and the round nurses breathing stopped altogether. Locke pulled the x-ray free from her placed it under her arms. She strode off through the hallways dodging doctors, nurses, and patients all frozen in time till she finally left the building. With a snap of Locke's fingers the hospital sprang back to life and she distincly heard someone shouting "She's gone!" as she walked away. ____________________________________________________________________ He was tapping his foot the beat of the song playing on his MP3 player when his eyes caught sight of a pretty girl sitting across from the fountain. She giggled and waved and he started to undress her with his eyes. She was just another Japanese school girl, nothing special about her but he loved to tease girls into thinking they had a shot with him. He drug his hand through his multi-colored hair and squinted his eyes at the grass next to her. It trembled for a moment then burst open as a large rose bush sprouted and grew much to the delight of the school girl. "Is Exodus trying to get a date?" His neck snapped around as he saw Locke walking towards him, her long purple hair blowing in the wind. "You dyed your hair." he said in a disapproving tone. "This coming from the guy who looks like he's wearing a rainbow wig. I got bored in Ciaro so I dyed it to match my sword. Anyway's what about the girl?" "Nothing, she's just some dog, but I thought it would be fun toy with her. And you have some nerve talking about my hair when you look like your wearing some cheap halloween wig, Lain." "Were on a mission and only supposed to address each other by codename asshole." She ran her fingertips through her hair. "And it doesn't look like a wig Taro. So this Jake Mulcahy, a very powerful meta-human thats to be killed as soon as possible. Did you talk to the principal of the school to see if there are any new developments?" "Nothing so far. All they know is he disappeared that this would be the best place to look for clues." "Well then, let the hunt begin." |
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| Deleted User | Oct 1 2005, 12:16 AM Post #7 |
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Lupis finished decapitating the last of the AI opponents in one of the schools gravity chambers. He sheathed his sword as the chamber went through the built-in break period between opponents. Lupis had been part of the assault force against Jake, and had not escaped the encounter unscarred. Though not seriously harmed physically, the fight had wrought a massive change in his mind. For many months prior to the fight, Lupis' mind had housed an unwelcome guest -- the essence and memories of a demon that had attacked him for his meta-human chi. He had kept the demon locked securely away at the back of his minsd, until he had been caught full force by the psychic waves of darkness that had been sent off by Jake during the fight. Lupis had slipped into a sort of mental shock, and the demon had seized its chance. Being inside Lupis' head had granted it intelligence, and Jake's psychic waves had granted it freedom. The body that now watched the holographic AI robots evaporating was that of Lupis Greenwood, but the mind lying behind the eyes was no longer the original owner. The dark circles beneath his eyes had deepened, and the demon had decided to cut off the ponytail Lupis had let grow. And he had spent every available moment training the body that was suddenly under his control. "You haven't brought out even half the power this body could use, Greenwood," the demon said, apparently to himself. "I'm going to have some great fun in this body. And you get a front-row seat." There was a pause, in which Lupis seemed to be listening to something. "That kind of language is unbecoming, Lupis," he said, wearing a sadistic grin. "And you should know by now that screaming won't do a thing." He pulled out his katana again as the AI robots reformed, launching himself at them before they attacked. "Mulcahy will be back eventually, you know," he said to himself again as he literally disarmed one of the robots. "There was a man who knew how to have fun, regardless of what his so-called 'motives' were." He sliced off a robots hand and snapped its neck, sending it crumpling to the floor. "With him, I could raise some serious chaos... by opposing him or joining him, it makes little difference." |
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| Zoanrevived | Oct 1 2005, 01:57 PM Post #8 |
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((OOC-Damn, these posts are really long, but then again, most of the had some kind of motive, like they were in the fight or something...I don't know, I'll try to make mine just as long.)) When Zoan found out, that a former AHS student, had began to rampage about in America, and Mori was looking for students to go and try to stop him, Zoan was a bit skeptical to sign up. Zoan wasn't all the good, and from what he could see from the upper-classmen, It wasn't going to be some easy fight. So he declined. Not only because he was scarred, but because he had alot going on in his life. He was recovering his lost memories, he was hanging out with this girl he liked. And several other things. He just wasn't ready to go out and fight some super-strong guy, and end up losing. He was taking his personal life more importantly. Zoan heard the news shortly afterwards. Of all the people that died, were in the hospital, or just really mentally disturbed, Zoan changed the opinion on all of it. Even if this guy was an ex-classmate, it didn't matter no more. He wasn't going to stand aside, and let anymore people get hurt. He heard this guy could use elements to his advantage. He was the lone survivor of the race that used elements on a daily basis, he wasn't no meta-human, or anything, he was an Elemi. The only Elemi, and he was using his elemental powers to hurt, instead of for good. He had to be stopped before he hurt any others. Even if he wasn't using elements. He was tired of it all. He didn't want anyone else getting hurt. He was ready to set off, and go find this guy. But where to start, he didn't even know his name, he heard it before, but just didn't remember it. He figured that the best way to go about it, was to find someone else that would be hunting for this person, and help them out. Zoan knew that he was no comparison to this person, and if he found others to fight with him, it would be alot more helpful, so he started searching the school grounds first. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Zoan was walking along the Courtyard, looking for people, who may be talking about the current events, but talking about them in a different manner. "......Jake Mulcahy, a very powerful meta-human thats to be killed as soon as possible. Did you talk to the principal of the school to see if there are any new developments?" Zoan didn't hear all of the conversation, but enough to hear a name, and some key words like "To be killed asap, and principal, new developments." Zoan began to walk in their direction. It was 2 people, a female with purple hair, and a male with multi-colored hair. They were finishing up their conversation when Zoan reached them. "Um..Excuse me for intruding, but the Jake Mulcahy that your looking for, is he perhaps the one that's been on the news lately? If so, I would like to help you search for him." |
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| Michael Barton | Oct 1 2005, 04:16 PM Post #9 |
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"The man we have here fits the description that you put out exactly. We were hoping that someone out there knew him. Most of us felt sorry for him. He was an interesting case you see. There was nothing wrong him physically, you know, signs that he might belong here. Then there was the fact that he checked himself in too..." Two men walked down a long corridor, everything in white. One was dressed like a doctor and carried some files with him. He started reading off some of the information to his companion as the other man just looked ahead with extreme focus. It was almost as if he felt that if his attention had relaxed in the slightest bit, that this would all be a dream. "...He hasn't spoken once since he came here and believe me, we've tried our best to get something out of him. All he usually does is sit in the room with his eyes closed as if he was blocking out the entire world. Quite a shame really." They reached the end of the hallway and were face to face with a door that lead to the room of the patient in question. "I don't know why this is coming to mind now instead of earlier, but what is your relation to the patient?" "He's my brother..." After clearing his throat in an attempt to clear the air of its awkwardness, the doctor opened the door to the room and let the other man inside. When he pulled in the door, he started to wonder 'what would drive a man who had family to commit himself to a mental institution?' ========== The man entered the room and requested that the doctor close the door behind him. He wanted to have a little personal time with his brother and being disturbed would only bring about problems. Inside the room, the walls were completely padded, but it wasn't that it really mattered. The occupant could have broken out of this place without so much as lifting a finger, but here he was, laying on the bed with his arms behind his head. It was odd to watch the red haired boy in the white clothing of a mental patient, but he wasn't here for answers, Nicolas was there to bring him back. "Come on, we're leaving." Shohito didn't even bother to acknowledge his brother's presence and continued to stare at the ceiling of the room. The lack of action caused Nicolas to roll his eyes before he sighed and made his way over to the bed. As he approached, he could feel an invisible force keeping him from getting too close. "Finally, I was starting to think I'd have to beat some sense into you. Now hurry up...we don't have long and I have a lot to tell you." Still there was no verbal response from Shohito and remained in the bed, ignoring his brother for the most part. There was a reason that he was here and he felt no need to leave. Once a patient fellow, Nicolas was already starting to get pissed off. He came all of this way to get his brother, not to put up with this crap. It was so damn juvenile that he was prepared to transform and make Shohito move. Unfortunately, considering his actions so far, Shohito would probably just leave his shield up and let the place and the people inside die. Then again, Shohito also knew his brother well enough to know that Nicolas would never do such a thing anyway. "He broke loose Shohito. I don't think I have to go any further than that do I?" For the first time since Nicolas arrived, Shohito moved. However, there was no urgency in his movements, all he did was walk over to the door to get his dinner and return to his bed to eat. There was no life in his eating compared to the past where any food in sight was gobbled up. Each bite was taken slowly and gave off a strong sense of depression. Shohito Katsuragi was a broken man and had been that way since the day he fought against Jake. "What the hell is wrong with you? Have you seriously gone insane or did you just give up on it all?" The anger was quite visible on the younger Katsuragi's face. His body erupted in a violent flame and he scorched the walls of the room before an alarm went off and security came flooding in. They moved to put out the flames, but Nicolas did it himself. Although he had calmed down, the people of the institute knew that he was a meta-human and he would have to leave. "Sir, please leave now before we call the cops..." Nicolas shook his head as looked at Shohito and he left quietly. After being escorted outside, he placed his hands into his pockets and produced a cell phone. He punched a couple of the buttons and brought the phone to his ears. "...It wasn't him...looks like he might have died sometime after the battle. Yeah, probably from the mental backlash..." He hung up the phone and got into his car. As he drove away from the building and made his way to JFK, Nicolas promised himself that he'd take his brothers place and fight. Not that hadn't planned on fighting anyway, but now it looked as if he had to shoulder his brother's responsibility too. ==== Back in the room, Shohito used his telepathy to wipe the mind of everyone involved and had himself relocated to another room. He went to sleep thinking that it was all over and that he wouldn't have to worry about anyone else bothering him, but he was wrong. His conscience would always torment him and he couldn't fix that. In his dreams, all he could picture was the fight in all of its entirety. His time in Jake's mindscape opened his eyes to what was going on within Jake. Short of Teo or Jake, Shohito understood more than anyone else what that man, his comrade in arms, was going through. How could he go against him knowing what he knows? Then again, how could he not? |
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| Lord Massacre | Oct 3 2005, 01:52 PM Post #10 |
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OOC: Time for an update! IC>>> (Ever since that day, Niko had been very quiet, as if either unwilling to talk or unable to for any extended period of time. Mostly, he just had a sad look about his face, knowing that he would have to relive the grief of losing family, of losing own of his own kind. When you're a Reploid, you're like an endangered species and Niko was well aware of it. The only person that Niko would speak to for very long was Aeria, the only person whose affections could reach him now. She had been helpful in the time after Winger was destroyed, and she had only gone ahead with this project to resurrect him through AI technology through his consent. He sat nearby where she worked, watching intently. She had all the pieces she could find and it looked to be enough. But being not an expert on this kind of tech, he hoped that it worked.) Niko: Aeria...even if it doesn't work...thank you. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (The conversation between Christopher and apparently Caleb Promethius was overheard by another. It would be said, possibly, that a conversation such as that was not the type to be overheard, but it would have to be understood...that she had the ears for it. A pair of fox-ears in fact. One would have to be a spirit kitsune to pick up the kinds of words being spoken here, though they did not like all that they heard. Very swiftly, Christopher now had a watcher, a greyfox with three tails and a pair of bright green eyes. Rish Govani sat behind him now.) Rish: You're not wrong, you know. The god he speaks of is full of hubris. He would let the world end and claim that it was his idea, as if he could control that crazy demon. I'm sure if Jake heard this conversation, he'd kill god too. Ah, but you're not from around here, are you? Did he ruin the life of someone you know, or just yourself? >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Eeth stood in the wreckage and ruination of the Domunis Pennitentiary It was hell in here, still on fire in some places. There was National Guard personnel and Enclave soldiers in powersuits, all of them analyzing the damage to get a bearing on everything that happened. Someone shouted out "I found the little black box!", obviously referring to security logs of what had happened here. That was important. Another Enclave soldier came up to Eeth.) "Not to bug you or anything, sir, but could you stand outside the wreckage for now? We're still investigating. And if you're one of the meta-humans sent after him, I can say with full assurance that nobody here knows where Jake Mulcahy went...yet." (He said "Yet" because they were clearly keeping everything open in order to find him. The remnants of the government here were painstakingly working on Jake Recovery. Oh, and by the by, this location is only a few hundred miles south of the crater that was Washington DC, thankfully near no towns.) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (He was in his office, a DO NOT DISTURB sign placed on the door to keep others out. When he put a sign like that up, it meant that nobody but nobody should enter his office for any reason, for he is in heavy concentration and quite busy. That, at least, was what Principal Mori was going through now. He was concentrating his mind on a careful search...of the world. It was not easy, but this was the best use of his resources right now. Even finding Jake was a needle-in-a-haystack job.) Mori: Where are you? >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "Are you sure about this?" Yes. And it may be our only chance. (A figure stood alone on a hill overlooking a town in America. He was 17 and an apparent meta-human who was immune to fire and had some fire abilities about him. His name was Damon Fortis and appeared to be talking to himself, but it was actually a demon-spirit named Canti that he spoke to, a fiery demon whom was actually very well acquainted with a certain OTHER demon-spirit.) Canti: Ixyzion must die. Damon: Alright...but I'm driving. OOC: No sign of him yet, but he's out there. |
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| Mr. Trout | Oct 3 2005, 05:35 PM Post #11 |
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People spoke to him like he was still a child. Why was that always done? Besides his fit of child like anger and sadness he had done nothing to deserve such insults. Had all the blood he spilt in the name of his Queen and country meant nothing? What about his own blood that had fallen to the earth, surely children could never loose such amounts. Of course the guard was trying to be polite but Eeth knew he was looking down his nose that he felt better, maybe it was the ugly power suits they tried to wear or the little organization that they worked in but that made him think he was better or at least…in Eeth’s fractured mind that’s what it meant. He was better then that though, to just let his words fall out his mouth to insult and threaten the man. It was a crime scene and Eeth himself had threatened assholes who had rummaged through them and it wasn’t until now he understood why it was so important. Why picking over the remains by hand was so utterly important. With the remains of that vest in his hands Eeth temporarily ignored the guard his fingers tracing insignias and rivets trying to figure out who had made it and why it was broken. It was the man who brought up metas, not Eeth. It almost made Eeth smile that when he walks into a room armed they immediately assume he is some superpowered city destroying fiend. At least he didn’t carry one of those crappy Japanese swords, they wouldn’t be of any use especially when a gun would do the job ten times quicker. “I’m not here with or for metas don’t presume such a thing. Now I want you to get me a list of every business and workers who had a hand in constructing this cell. I want experts on Jake’s powers and most importantly.” Eeth’s tone was commanding, the kind that was hard to learn but easy for him to use. His voice was made to be gruff and he stood up trying to tower over the man his gun hanging from a strap over his left shoulder and holding the bit of wreckage in his dominant right hand. “I want to make sure this is put as confidential as possible, no press, no mass reports to meta facilities this is a high importance matter. Call whoever you called before and make sure they don’t tell anyone else, limit it as much as possible.” Eeth paused for a moment after the possible hoping that the man would go off. Much to his annoyance he didn’t, seemed some people really didn’t appreciate Eeth putting himself in authority. “Did I stutter? Get your ass in gear before I put a hole in it.” Perhaps being so gruff wouldn’t get him far but it would get him what he needed and if all else failed he would beat it out of them. Sure at the end he might be put in a cell just like this one. With the empty walls, low lights and high security never to be see light again but at least then he would get what he was looking for. He would burry Jake in a nameless grave riddled with bullets and let the blood flow into the earth, perhaps only then could Eeth be at rest. There were still more matters to attend to, more things at this damn institution then Eeth had hands for. So he best get moving to do them. First thing was easy getting their attention and demanding what he needed. Second thing was much harder. He wandered about the facility touching the broken walls and shattered glass with his white gloved hands, caressing them like they were the arms and shoulders of his lover. That’s when he came to the body. It wasn’t what he was looking for, the vacant staring eyes glazed over and the tongue flopping on the ground. He had seen that face a thousand times before the man was definitely dead. He heard what he wanted about five minutes later when he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. It was sobbing, a defenseless form that caught his ears and tugged at his mind. It echoed through the halls but no one seemed to pay it any mind. So odd Eeth followed his feet which took him through room and room, until at last he was back at the rubble he had found earlier.. He saw the blue hue which danced in and out of the walls before he found it all. A man crying, few times when a man can cry shamelessly and this was one of those. It was one that no man ever saw besides Eeth, nor many others could hope to see. He cried merely because he was dead. “Abram I presume?” He had heard the names from one of the guards earlier, sad that the man had died…seemed he wasn’t a giant prick unlike most of the human race. |
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| Abadon XXX | Oct 3 2005, 11:24 PM Post #12 |
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"I wanted to do this Niko. I would feel the same way if it were one of my own family members. I think this should do it." In the end, it looked like a combination of a visor much like his combat mode along with a headset. She set it onto his head carefully and smiled at the one she loved deeply. "It can be hooked into your system. All you need to do is say his name." Hopefully this would work. It's not like a full body, but at least Niko would have some of his pain go away. She was an only child, so she wouldn't know what it was like to lose another sibling. That must have been why Lance told his family to stay in the dragon realm. "Come in." Lucifer entered Lance's home with him doing some curls. His home used to be filled with the sounds of his family. But now it had been silenced. He knew that he was going to need to be in top condition before Jake comes. "Lucifer, what's going on man?" "Nothing much, just thinking." "Worried?" "More than I like to say." "I can understand that. Runa is somewhere safe right?" Lucifer nodded his head as he sighed. He had to get Runa out of this place as soon as humanly possible. He needed her away from this place. Better for him to take the pain than having her being alone for the rest of the days. He had to do this for his family. It was risky, and he would need to be frankensteined again if he wasn't careful. All that mattered to him is to protect his family. That was exactly what Andrew was doing. He had come to the prison where Jake was kept and began to examine the area around him. It seemed no one else survived. All he was getting on his HUD while in heavy metal form. He continued to walk through the debris while armed until he saw a familiar face. It was Eeth. He remembered him from a while back. He didn't walk over to him, he just stood there with a serious look on his face. His mind was still reeling from the devastation. |
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Lain and Taro were about ready to begin interviewing students and faculty when a boy wandered over to them, apparently eavesdropping on their conversation. He had black hair and his eyes were entirely white. Lain instantly recognized him to be a member of the Elemus race, which meant his current age was unknown. Still his clueless attitude suggested the he was their age or at least not revealing all of his knowledge. Taro looked at him with contempt and stomped forward to get a good look at him. "What's your name?" But before he had a chance to reply Lain had already searched and found the information he was looking for. "His name is Zoan Nerco." Lain looked at Taro and soon realized he was going to refuse this boys help. He was like that since childhood, never willing to let anyone into his world. She could tell she would have to reason with him so she did something she knew would set him off. "Sure, you can join us." "Excuse us while we diliberate." Taros eyes widened and was immediatly furious. He grabbed his sister by the arm and yanked her away from Zoan. As soon as he was sure the boy could not hear the both of them he pulled Lain into a huddle. "So what do you think Lain? Is he worth dragging along?" Lain turned back around away from her brother concentrated the boys deep white eyes and looked inside him, what she found was Zoan entirely, his past, present, and future all there for her. He was well adapt in some places but lacking in others, still Lain saw potential. To the boy looking back at her it would have all happen in a second, the pupils of her eyes enlarging and returning to their normal size. "He's good with a sword and has some fire techniques but nothing special. Still its always better to have more in the party." Instantly Lain could tell this was something her brother didn't want to hear, as shown by him rolling his eyes. "And if we need to escape ever, we could use him as a decoy." Taro's body perked up and she could tell she had said the right thing. Taro walked back to Zoan with a smirk on his face delighted with the prospect of using this poor soul. "Yeah you can come with us." |
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| Deleted User | Oct 5 2005, 07:35 AM Post #14 |
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You're not wrong, you know. The god he speaks of is full of hubris. He would let the world end and claim that it was his idea, as if he could control that crazy demon. I'm sure if Jake heard this conversation, he'd kill god too. Ah, but you're not from around here, are you? Did he ruin the life of someone you know, or just yourself? Chris shot a look over toward the girl who had spoken that, first off in an angsty manner just because he could be, and secondly because she had insulted his brother. No one, not Winter, not Alara nor Damien or anyone else; was allowed to speak down about Caleb except him. His reasons? Caleb had never committed open sins in his life, aside from granting life to Christopher once again. Caleb had given light onto darkness when it had been his duty to destroy that darkness entirely. Christopher realized all too late he was now angry with his brother for standing aside in this situation because he was giving a blatent refusal to give that same light back to Jake. "I know I'm right... and who are you talking about, God or Jake? If its God then yeah, he ruined me by creating me and then taking away the one person whom always knew I would be on his side. Now that Caleb works for God, he's different. While he was alive, truly alive... he would have been giving Jake the hell of a chase the instant he went psycho, trying to save him. You see, unlike most of us... my brother believed in people. Now all he believes in is God." He didn't need to hear what the words had been stated in the conversation nearby him, he just knew. Jake was loose, probably on a goddamned rampage, and the one person most likely other than Teo to put a stop in his actions was under some sort of order not to. Just wonderful... once again, he was going to play the role of the stand in, the person that people looked at and thought they saw Caleb Prometheus. Christopher cursed softly under his breath, realizing just how much that he wished Winter was here right now. After all, the two of them were a perfect pair, mishaps of darkness constantly trying to prove themselves worthy of salvation. Today however, salvation through civic virtue was not his goal. Quite Frankly, Christopher's only goal was too put a stop to Jake so that there could once again be peace on this world... "Hey, I can help you too if you are willing. I'm the twin brother of the person Jake personally trained and mentored to. Either through trickery or just flat speaking with him, I think I may be able to at least slow him down." Chris left out the important fact that his powers rivaled with those of his dead brother, and that in a fight Jake would find him to be more than just a simple distraction. Christopher flipped reached into one of his trench coat pockets and pulled out a wierd sphere shaped orb that was golden in color. If not for the lack of wings and bouncing around, someone may have mistaken it for a snitch. "Did you get that Seraph? Hurry up and come to this world... we need you." We whispered rather softly into the golden ball before slipping it right back into his trench coat. |
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| Zoanrevived | Oct 5 2005, 04:25 PM Post #15 |
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"What's your name?" As Zoan began to open his mouth, the other one standing there spoke, "His name is Zoan Nerco." How did he know that? I've never seen him around here before. I don't know...Maybe people say things about me...or maybe he can read minds...I don't know. Zoan thought to himself, as the two went into a group to discuss things. Soon enough, they came back to Zoan, and said, "Yeah you can come with us." "Well, Alright then! Where do you want to start? I've been asking a few people here and there, and none of them has heard any new news about Jake's Location. I don't think that anyone at this school is going to know..." |
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| Elusive Ronin | Oct 5 2005, 07:55 PM Post #16 |
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His laugh echoed through the courtyard. A bunch of fools it seemed had entered the premises that for so long now he had called home. He had found love and life, then had it ripped from his hands in a cruel twist of fate. Through his own means he had called them back. Twisted and cruel as it was to have his love torn away from him was the days and weeks he spent locked up with his sickening research any better? To create life was forbidden magic, yet he had managed to do so. He had called back the soul of his beloved an put into a vessel. A vessel that would not age, a vessel that could not feel pain, a vessel that was perfect in every way. It was his creation and he was taking the place of God. He had mettled in the place where mortal men and angels fear to tread. He had created life with his own two hands. She had been reborn from the ashes. Dust to dust did not apply in this case. He would not allow God to call back this angel. Oh no. Not this one. She was his now. There was no desire for him to lose such a sweet girl. So happy, so free, so beautiful and so very much his own. It was as if she had never left his side other then the memory that others had of the incident. He had pushed it from his mind. The only thought was that she had left him for a while. Then she had come back to him after months of sadness and turmoil. Her bright shinning face and loving laugh shrouded his mind. A hazy fog around the past, but on the precipice between sanity and pure and utter daftness one forgets what one actually is. Forgetting memories and playing the creator is not something one should do so lightly. He now paid a dear price for it. His very sanity was on the brink of collapse and he carelessly teetered over the very edge of it everyday. His mind was clouded and flooded with trivial thoughts of clouded skies and black sunsets off the coast somewhere. Luckily he was nowhere near as strong as Jake was. Sadly his creation could have paralleled if not surpass him without even trying. These fools though, they did not understand. Mulcahy could not be defeated. It was not predestined. Of course he understood that. He understood everything with her help. She knew everything if he only asked her. She could help with everything. Another hoarse laugh echoed through the courtyard. It seemed to be the only thing he could do. Laugh at the idiocy of others that he could see through the layer of fog that drifted in front of his eyes. They seemed to form groups of three all forming layers for Mulcahy to crush. It would not be possible to defeat him. Their defeat was in itself predestined. They had no hope in surviving. They should make their remaining time on earth special instead of throwing it away finding their executioner. He walked by a especially silly looking group with a demented grin on his face. He lurked over, hands thrust into his pockets and hunched over from months of work on the perfect homunculus. His vision was hazy, his hair long from months of not getting the mane trimmed back. The very body he stood in front of the group with was emaciated and terrible. He had finally showered after months of not caring for himself. That very morning he had had his first proper meal cooked by the woman that now walked behind him. She had a good 4 inches on him at his normal height, but hunched over, as he was it looked as if he could not be much taller then five feet. He looked much older then any teenage boy should with his small little glasses now with a proper prescription inserted within them. The boy known as James Kingley now looked completely destroyed. “Why is it, that fools of all shapes and sizes seem to be the first to head off unto their deaths,” he rasped at the party of Lain and her sibling now paired with the freak known as Zoan. “Where angels fear to tread fools rush in my ill fated fellows. Such uncertainty in your minds I can see and I am not even clairvoyant. That blissful idiotic look on your faces reads like thousands of texts I have read before. I have seen it. I have perused it and thrown it out with the rest of the garbage that stands in ones path. You are all on the path to self-destruction. Traveling down the beaten path will only get you all slaughtered all that much faster. Take my advices to you. Live now the way you were before. Mulcahy will be dealt with, but when all is said in done you will be alive and not have to worry about him.” He laughed once more as the Arabic girl that followed him massaged his shoulders. For every he had been trying to get that hunch out of his back, but for so many hours he had sat in front of documents and ancient texts. It seemed to be helping, as his back was feeling much better now that she was back to him. Ramblings of a deranged loony or the words of the only chance that the human race had at stopping the monster that was Jake Mulcahy? Sadly James did not have any intention of stopping Mulcahy. He had no intention of doing anything. His mind was racing faster then any mind could possibly be moving. Snapped or whole there was nothing, but a storm of thoughts in his mind and only one in the woman that accompanied him. Happiness. He laughed more and more as he thought about thinking about something. It was preposterous, but he continued laughing at the small entourage and their thinking that they could possibly defeat even their own reflections in the mirror. They would probably sooner wet themselves and run off. So laugh he did as the girl just smiled on. |
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| Zoanrevived | Oct 8 2005, 08:19 PM Post #17 |
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As Zoan waited for an answer from the 2 people he just met, yet another male, and a female came walking up from behind. He began to ramble on about things that Zoan didn't may much mind to, until he started metioning about just staying out of it, and it will all be fine, or something like that. "Hey you, listen. If we want to go out there, and risk our lifes for a noble cause, why should you try to stop us? Even if we aren't able to stop him, then atleast we can help others try. Who cares if it doesnt' work, atleast we went down trying." Zoan took a second to catch a breath, then continued. "Besides, what makes you so certain that you can stop him when so many others couldn't? You think that your un-stoppable or something? Ha...That's a laugh. Sorry, but just, you dont' look like you could kill a fly. No offense." Zoan was being serious, while being slightly jokingly at the same time. |
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| Lord Massacre | Oct 11 2005, 11:06 PM Post #18 |
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(Events continue to unfold as the investigation for Jake continues. Eeth, for instance, had encountered a member of the Enclave, which he did not know was integral in this search.) “I’m not here with or for metas don’t presume such a thing. Now I want you to get me a list of every business and workers who had a hand in constructing this cell. I want experts on Jake’s powers and most importantly...I want to make sure this is put as confidential as possible, no press, no mass reports to meta facilities. This is a high importance matter. Call whoever you called before and make sure they don’t tell anyone else, limit it as much as possible.” (A pause, then...) “Did I stutter? Get your ass in gear before I put a hole in it.” (Maybe it was the fact that he was inside of a totally expressionless black powersuit, but the soldier did not appear to be very intimidated. In fact, if Eeth could see his face, the man was kind of pissed by Eeth's attitude. He could deny being a meta on the hunt after Jake all he wanted. The Enclave's eyes were on that school. They knew what he was. And the soldier replied frankly after Eeth was done talking.) "Sir, we are the Enclave. We do not keep secrets from ourselves, save only for our actual identities. And as for a press blackout, we are working in league with the remainder of National Security, who are covering it up as best they can." (He then walked around the area, gesturing at all the ruined hardware.) "This facility was constructed by one company; ours. The Enclave uses a multitude of dummy corporations, but it's all basically our manufacture. I can already tell you that the room, indeed the entire facility, was a conglomeration of sorcery and technology used in order to contain him or other high-power meta-humans. Sadly, in its hasty construction - for we had to contain him as soon as possible once he was captured - it lacked our power-dampeners. Here, just a second. (He turned around and radioed to some of the guys while Eeth went off to examine something that the soldiers could not see. It sounded as if he was trying to get some Jake experts down here, as well as see if they would allow Eeth or any of his associates - should any arrive - watch the black box. Meanwhile, Eeth confronted an ex-agent.) “Abram, I presume?” Abram: Huh? Oh, shit... (The ghost now looked embarassed.) Abram: Dammit, I can't even find Ross. He's dead too, but I think he got moving alot quicker. After all that shit, that guy just snaps my neck like nothing. What kind of a demon IS HE? (Neither Abram nor Eeth appeared to notice that Andrew was nearby, not immediately anyway...) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "I wanted to do this Niko. I would feel the same way if it were one of my own family members. I think this should do it. It can be hooked into your system. All you need to do is say his name." Niko: Thank you... I'm going to directly connect now. (Then, stealing himself...) Niko: Winger... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Normally, the display would allow the image of Winger to appear before him in the visor. Because of the direct connection, Niko used his mind to place himself into the program as well. It would allow him to be there, to see him standing there and to watch him as his eyes opened.) Winger: Hey, Niko. Why the long face, bro? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (On the outside, Niko seemed to tense for a moment, his face looking as if he might even cry. However, he was also kind of smiling, which was a good sign.) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (When Niko didn't respond, the AI of Winger began to look concerned.) Winger: Hey, what's the matter? What's wrong? (Silence, and then...) Niko: ...I'm sorry, Winger! I didn't mean for you to die! I just couldn't move! Winger: Wait...what? Dead? What do you mean? I'm... (He gets a good look around, then looks back at his brother, who his on his knees in apologetic sorrow.) Winger: Where am I? Niko: You're in a VR program. Aeria...took what was left...and made you into an AI. Winger: Spiffy. I guess that means there isn't enough of me to repair then? Niko: No. (Winger knelt down beside him, concern still on his face.) Winger: Niko, listen. I know this is hard for you, but you have to pull it together. You're the most human person I know, and the luckiest man alive. You have people who care about you alot AND a beautiful girlfriend besides. You CAN'T waste that! I may not remember what happened, but I know that if I died to protect you, then that means I means I wanted you to live, even more than myself. Niko: Winger...? Winger: Yeah? Niko: Thanks... Winger: No problem. I always look after my stupid little bro. Now, maybe you'd better tell me who did this, because I've got a few ideas on how to beat the hell out of him... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (And suddenly...Niko began to grin.) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "I know I'm right... and who are you talking about, God or Jake? If it's God then yeah, he ruined me by creating me and then taking away the one person whom always knew I would be on his side. Now that Caleb works for God, he's different. While he was alive, truly alive... he would have been giving Jake the hell of a chase the instant he went psycho, trying to save him. You see, unlike most of us... my brother believed in people. Now all he believes in is God." Rish: To be honest, I'm not sure which I speak of. I know that Caleb use to be a student of his. But his god is filling his mind with enough doubt to damn the world, so he won't take our side. I hate the complacient type... (She despised the way this now-dead Caleb boy thought now. Rish had seen that Teo Minamino froze during the battle and now the fact that Caleb was practically the same sickened her. It was like a cancer of the spirit. She didn't even want near them. Jake had to be stopped. And while she had been able to use the plight and deaths of others to defeat him before...) "Hey, I can help you too if you are willing. I'm the twin brother of the person Jake personally trained and mentored to. Either through trickery or just flat speaking with him, I think I may be able to at least slow him down." (...could she bear to do so again? She had been ever so clever, and yet there could have been many whose lives would be spare - possibly - if she had just intervened... Rish knew regret for those actions, as Jake was surely a terror. She now changed into her human form, her tails and fox-ears quite visible.) Rish: You don't have to hide your strength from me. I can see it even now. (Then, with her eyes downcast and her ears drooping for reasons that Christopher would not know until she spoke.) Rish: And...you don't have to offer to join me to fight. I did a deplorable thing to get him captured the first time. But now, I'm wondering if perhaps you'll trust me enough to do this right and finish Jake off for good. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Meanwhile, some several miles down a highway, on a hill, Jake knelt in thought. He was concentrating on his next move. It was very hard to think with so much on his mind. The screams of bloody murder, the spirits shouting in his ears, the last words of his departed love. He couldn't concentrate! He just couldn't! Jake was holding his head in pure rage, shouting in his mind, why didn't they just LISTEN TO HIM?! Why, dammit! At the U.N., why-) Jake: That's it! Now, I know what I have to do... I have to kill them next... (Jake stood up, but then noticed that he was not alone. A younger boy, one with dark-red hair and black clothes, stood behind him. It was Damon Fortis. He had found him at last... And Jake, in his infinite wisdom, delayed not in taking up Ixyzion and stabbing Damon in the gut. Very surprised was he to find...that Damon would not die!) Jake, we have a serious problem here. Jake: I'll say. Fugly McStupid here doesn't know how to bleed to death. (He yanked out the sword and made use of his Desolation Claws. Black-and-orange fire raged out his gauntleted hand and burst past Damon's whole body. It did not effect him in the slightest. Damon smiled...devilishly, and then a voice that only Ixyzion knew spoke up. It was a voice he'd hoped never to hear from again...) Canti: Hello, Ixyzion... >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> (Principal Mori's eyes shot wide open. He had him! He'd found out where he was! There was no revenge-attack on the school planned! jake was still in America! He was on his way North-East! Mori used his mental abilities to contact everyone in the school that he could.) Mori: I want everyone whom I can send to fight Jake Mulcahy to assemble in the courtyard immediately! Jake is still in the U.S., and he is heading to New York to destroy the U.N. Building and everyone in it! (The U.N. was currently the temporary headquarters for the remains of the American government. If he destroyed that, there would be no leaders in the U.S. at all, only a disorganized militia headed by that Enclave group. They had to act fast...) |
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| Abadon XXX | Oct 11 2005, 11:53 PM Post #19 |
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Lance heard Principal Mori and pulled out his spear. "Looks like we've been called to battle. Lucifer, let's go." Lucifer nodded his head and black lines formed onto his flesh. The black substance consumed his body as he changed into Shadow. Meanwhile, Lance changed into his grand dragoon form and combined his slayer powers with it. He put the spear against his back and his claws had elongated as a smile formed on his face. "I am not going to let my family down." They both leaved together and Lucifer closed the door behind him. He created a portal for them to go through so that they could be able to get to America soon. They couldn't waste anytime. Meanwhile, back in Japan, Aeria was smiling at Niko. She was extremely hopeful that he could be able to speak to his brother. That was when she raised her head as she heard the principal speak into her mind. Jake....he was the one who caused the one she loved to suffer. She sympathized with him when it came to terms of how he turned into what he was today, but should the innocent die with the guilty? She pulled her sword from the mantle piece along with the laser saw. Looks like it was going to be one of those days. That could be said for her father as well. He never had the best experiences with the Enclave. He was slowly grabbing the small but chubby sword that was on his back. Enclave always meant there must have been some kind of clandestine crap. He opted to use the power of the Aries knuckles while waiting in the distance. He just waited until someone "felt" his presence. He also heard the words of Mori, but right now he had his own things to worry about. |
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| Deleted User | Oct 12 2005, 12:31 AM Post #20 |
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Christopher took a step back from Rish as she spoke, and then gave her an affirming nod. Caleb was no better than Jake, no better than Teo now... and Jake had to be stopped. Why weren't the heavens interfering? Why did God always have to rain down another Apocaylpse upon his most faithful servants? Him and Caleb both had a lot to answer for, hell... they had more to answer for than Jake! "I am not Caleb." He spoke in an ackward tone, pronouncing every slyable and yet failing to hide a small note of regret. "Caleb helped people, he saved lives. I am his shadow, the undertaker of justice... the dark side of righteousness that everyone would prefer to forget. I'm not just going to let you kill Jake, I am going to join you...." With that, he stepped back farther, the pupils in his eyes growing, engulfing his green irises and then the rest of his eyeballs. Rish would now be staring straight into the void, the soul of Oblivion itself was finally beginning to show. Christopher and Oblivion were one, their powers united and feelings intwined. Christopher knew he was going to help in this fight, he was going to kill Jake not only as a favor to his brother's master, but because it was justice. The destroyer of so many lives needed to die, needed to leave this realm and enter into the judging hand of God before he took the world with him. "rAvEns SpRiNg FoRtH..." He muttered in an aweful two toned voice, a mockery of Caleb's abilities in itself. Darkness seemed to surround his body, shadows entwined with his clothes and then split out like razors into the sky. It was almost hard to tell where Christopher ended and the ravens began, but these same birds had at one time been a symbol for Caleb, a symbol for hope... now they belonged to Christopher, and to the darkness within him. The shadows continued flooding out, causing Christopher's arms and head to rise into a freaky kind of crucifix position, until hundreds of them soared through the air. The Eathrel Ravens had returned, returned to hunt the soul whom been torn before death... "Find him in New York and tell me..." Christopher looked back down to earth and lowered his arms, his right hand immediatly reached into his pocket and found a pair of fancy black spectecles. Unlike Caleb, Chris hated the ear bars that normally held glasses on the face, so these were specially designed to grip his nose and hold on for dear life while he fought. A grim smile crossed his face, the perfect smile for a reaper... "Pull yourself together, but first tell me your name. Trust is built off knowledge, and you already know far more about me then I you..." Chrisptopher's two toned voice had completely faded, representing that he had indeed gotten complete control over the powers within him. Oblivion, the Avian realm created for demons of all forms of darkness, the endless torment that Scythexious had once twisted now belonged to a young man who happened to have the same view as the creator of the realm itself. |
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| Mr. Trout | Oct 13 2005, 09:05 PM Post #21 |
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Enclave high tech bullshit. Eeth wouldn’t be surprised if it was manufactured in Taiwan and made of recycled soviet tanks. They hadn’t gone the whole nine yards to keep the most dangerous meta in check, this was all the fault of their stupidity. Eeth knew what he should have done, back when Jake had been restrained here he should have beaten the guards into submission and stood before the dormant killer…hold his gun against the boy’s head and fire until there was nothing left. “He killed you, I think you would want to put his ass in a sling for doing such a thing. So tell me everything that happened.” It was the polite way of saying he better help Eeth or there was going to be a severe case of ghostbusting today. However his threats and questioning was cut short by a phone call, seems the one who had called earlier about Jake’s escape. It was just a repeat of Mori’s message, one that sent chills up and down Eeth’s spine. He threw around the power of the aging Queen whose thrown he was sworn to. The union jack was behind the crest of his family on his official clothes and uniform. A patch that you couldn’t see beneath the jacket he so casually wore to hide the crest and keep himself warm. England didn’t know he was here, but if the UN was destroyed by a meta he would certainly be called in officially to investigate, and then they would want the culprit alive if possible. Letting Jake live was something Eeth would refuse to do, even if the man put his hands behind his head and surrendered a bullet would take away whatever breath of life he had. So he had to send help to the UN, surely the students would be there but if the last battle was any indication then they wouldn’t do too well and would lose. Best send some dipshits as a token and tell them I told you so later. Eeth flipped the phone closed and excused himself from the ghost clamping a hand on the previously grouchy Enclave man’s shoulder. “I hope you got spare troops and something that flies very VERY fast. Jake is going towards the UN building. Get a few ships in the air and make sure you carry a lot of guns. You want to prove you got guts and those ant man suits make you any better…get down there and teach the cannon fodder students that you don’t need them.” Eeth wasn’t telling him to defend the UN building, few organizations would give a shit about a roomful of moldy old fossils. Catching the world’s most wanted man though…that was a goal anyone who had something to prove would jump at. “This place have security cameras? A black box? Anything like that I need a copy of the information. Whatever you got will be much needed…I’m sure with at least one of these high tech cameras you got something.” Eeth had to get smart about this, he wasn’t going to catch Jake on his own. A fight on his own is what he wanted but getting close enough to Jake…that was a different issue. He couldn’t stand the students that were being sent, they would want the demon boy alive. Sure if the UN got hit he would have to get called officially into this business, if it did happen he would get the full support of the British and most of the European Union’s government powers. Then he wouldn’t have to just fake it and rely on his award winning personality. He could use spare troops that were loyal to him, dogs of war would even do at least they would fight and die for Eeth’s reasons. There were mobile command centers, fast fliers, air strikes and even unlimited bankroll once the EU got behind him. But was it morally right to let the UN get destroyed simply so Eeth could have the manpower for his own vendetta? He couldn’t trust the Enclave after all. The decision would have been harder if Eeth was still a moral man. |
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Traffic, tons and tons of traffic, one of the many reasons Nicolas hated driving on the highways of New York. He cursed out loud, wishing that he had opted to travel using his powers, instead of renting a damn car. However, with all of the trouble caused by Jake, the American public was not exactly glad to see too many metas. Remembering the last time he used his abilities to stop a fire from taking down a building and its occupants, Nicolas could smell the stench of garbage that was flung at him. Hell, you would think people could thank a person for saving them, instead of acting like ignorant fools. Sometimes Nicolas just wondered if what Jake intended on doing would be such a bad thing. Hell, going on a damn rampage sounded good to Nicolas right about now. His cell phone rang a couple of time before he finally reached over and answered it, putting it on speakerphone before saying anything. "What is it?" "He found him? Where?" "What the hell do you mean he's in New York!?! Shit...no its not a problem, you know I'm already here. Thankfully this traffic held me up, otherwise, I'd be on the plane right now." "Don't worry, I have no plans on dying out here." "I love you too." Hanging up the phone, Nicolas inched his way to an exit and got off the highway. Leaving the hellish traffic behind, he set his sights on getting to the U.N. Building, but this time he would take the faster route. He parked his car on some random street and called the company to let them know where they could pick it up. It would not matter how he was treated by the general public if Jake beat him to the U.N. so, engulfing his body in flames, Nicolas used it to propel himself into the air and to his new destination. "I only hope I can there in time." =========================== Shohito sat around just thinking. It was pretty much all he could do anymore, even if it pained him. Picturing the various scenarios in his head was getting to be aggrivating and the visit from Nicolas did little to help. Nicolas was right...he had to do something, but what could he do now? Jake was loose, people would be going off to kill him, it would be just like the last time. Of course more would die, it was inevitable given the situation. Shaking his head, Shohito got up and opened the door to his room. Medical staff came to see what could have opened the door and found Shohito standing there waiting for them. "I'll be checking out now." |
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| Lord Massacre | Oct 27 2005, 12:29 AM Post #23 |
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OOC: Every now and then, I have to have an exclusive Jake Moment to keep things interesting. It moves the plot along and allows me to pull out some 'special guns' I haven't been able to use just yet. I will now perform the Jake VS Damon/Ixyzion VS Canti battle scene to the sound of "Mona Lisa Overdrive" from The Matrix Reloaded. IC>>>>> (Jake had had no idea that Ixyzion had ever had any sort of rival, or close chums, or anything like that before now. Of course, that was apparently no longer the case with this pairing. Damon and Canti now hunted Jake and Ixyzion. It was ancient business, water under the bridge, really. However, Canti burned with the pyres of revenge, bursting out of hell to find someone like Damon to aid him in combat. Right now, Jake was putting some distance between the devilish boy while he thought. And as soon as he had moved at high speed, Damon leapt high with flaming wings to guide him. Jake looked ahead and smiled. The highway was just ahead. He looked back at Damon now.) Jake: C'mon and play in the traffic with me, kid! (He didn't reply. He only smirked as they both stepped into the busy road, cars buzzing by at about 60 MPH. They swerved and missed the two of them only by inches as the fight began. Jake spun and backhanded, hitting nothing but air as Damon ducked. The flow of his next attacks were to kick low, right-cross, and try to boot the kid into a passing truck. It didn't seem to work. He was fast and agile, dodging and weaving as he did.) Jake: Damn, that demon's put him on the same page in speed. But I wonder... Damon: This asshole's got some moves...and I never studied thing one! (He swept a fist low and Damon jumped, which fell into his trap to kick into Damon's hip hard. he caught the boy and he across the asphalt, then rolled out of a car's way before standing up again. What? He didn't even look hurt! But how? Jake focused and thought he felt necromancy. Dammit, he was like a living dead guy. Oh yeah, there was a heartbeat, but Damon was geared to take abuse up to and including a new hole in the head. The sword-wound from before even healed.) Jake: Right... Think fast! (Jake's hand shot out and blasted a gust of wind at Damon suddenly, throwing him into an upcoming car. After that, Jake transformed into his demon-form and jumped a pickup truck to get in the back, impale the driver, and grab the steering wheel to get the hell out of here. Damon tossed the driver out of his car and followed. From there, he started throwing his explosive Pyro Blades at Jake. This tore chunks out of the truck, but didn't stop it. Damon's body lit on fire as he used Canti's flames to explode the car he was in and propel him into that truck. What impacted Jake looked like Damon surrounded by black flames and endowed with flaming raven wings. It was a partial Canti-transformation. Jake let the steering wheel go as he lashed out at Damon. Lightning and fire sizzled out of control and caused the truck to explode. They both dropped out in human form, hitting the asphalt hard. Jake was up first, but he saw that Damon was none the worse for wear. This Canti fellow seemed to be protecting him from anything the semi-necromantic body couldn't handle. Jake's hands lit up in wind-element, the Aero Turbo Slice ready. He started swinging at Damon the way he would swing a sword, trying to tear him apart. The teen countered with flaming hands... Jake could hardly believe it. Fist of the Mortal Flame! Limited, yet powerful in its own respect. He was getting pissed off now. This kid was keeping him from New York, and people were bound to realize where he was heading by now. He'd felt that plink from Principal Mori. It was only a matter of time.) Jake: Try to keep up... Damon: Oh, don't you worry about that... (A biker gang was coming up and Jake grabbed himself a Harley. Revving it, he took off, his demon powers enhancing the speed. Damon followed suit, his demon wings giving him something like a jet boost to pursue Jake with. They began to weave in between multi-lane traffic at about 150 MPH, neither one of them wavering that much. All people on the road could see was a lightning streak being followed by a flaming streak. They were exchanging blasts of flame and lightning too, their shots putting holes in whatever they hit that wasn't each other. Finally, Jake skidded and leapt on top of a tractor trailer, and Damon flew up after him. They were both standing there now, holding their motorcycles and trying to kick the crap out of each other. They even began to swing the Harleys at one another, unwieldy as they were. Damon's exploded against Jake's destroying his. However, Jake stomped the trailer they were on and sent a shock all throughout the vehicle, and zapping Damon through the soles of his shoes. He fell off, and Jake took his demon form again, going down the highway as a bolt of lightning that bounced from car to car at an incredible speed. Damon soon recovered and extended Canti's wings once more. The flame-covered youth shot straight through, creating a shockwave of fire that threw cars and trucks aside like they were nothing. He was beginning to catch up when Jake stopped abruptly and created a shield of wind and lightning. Damon went headlong into it and was harshly repelled. Cars slamming into it were crushed and wrecked, the numbers of which now climbing greatly. In no time, traffic was at a halt and Damon was surrounded by wrecked cars.) Jake: How picturesque... Damon: What is? This? Jake: It has a certain appeal for agony's sake. Damon: Cold-hearted bastard... Jake: Not my problem anymore. You and everyone else has got to go, and no vindictive demon from beyond the grave is gonna stop me, dammit! (Suddenly, Jake's left eye glowed perfectly white and a lance of lightning shot out to pierce Damon's chest, right through the middle. As expected, it didn't kill him. Jake definitely smelled necromancy. Nevermind that now. There was only one thing to do. The clouds above shuddered at Jake's beck and call. A tremendous bolt of lightning struck Damon, the highway, and everything in that area. It was like a blast surrounded by a tornado, drilling into the ground to make a crater. After it was done, Jake made sure that he sensed nothing. Not movement, not power, not anything. It looked as if Damon were quite through. Of course, what could he expect, huh? Canti had only been able to give off a partial transformation. He hadn't achieved true avatarhood yet. Jake shot up into the clouds and made the wind work his way. A terrible storm was coming, and the border into New York was mere miles away! Then, there was only a ways to go before he hit the U.N. Building. And if those 'old friends' of his appeared, he would have a good way to deal with them.) |
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