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Requiem of Innocence; JWH Chapter 3
Topic Started: Oct 20 2005, 02:38 AM (259 Views)
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(OOC: I am sorry for all the delays to the beginning of this storyline, but it is finally here. As expected, no battle actually starting yet, so if you were in chapter two then you are more then welcomed to continue those topics here. If you were not in chapter two and wish to come on in on a Battle Royal, then just pm me or contact me with AIM or MSN)

The final rays of the sun were a blessing cut off by darkness, the artificial lighting of the campus had already begun to ignite. The unease could not be blamed on the wind, for two of the most powerful controllers of that element stood waiting at the memorial. It could not be blamed on an invasion, for there was no one here yet. In fact, no blame could be placed on the knowledge of what was coming, for none of them could know or imagine. One thing that a soul present at the situation could point a finger of blame to was the fact that some people were missing; very important people. One had died, a terrible and unexpected attack; another was dying from manipulation; and the final note? He had all but dissipated in attempt to save the second, taking more possible allies with him. Had he left them to the fate of Eona, to be slaughtered as innocents standing on the green, fighting a battle they could not win? Kaz chose to observe the group from the distance before he began approaching them, mostly because he wanted to see how well of a job the 'drill sergeant' had done with organizing the supposed troops of the side he was stand on come nightfall. Of course, no matter how good of a job Jake did, Kazura was not expecting much. These were students, a young generation created quickly and given massive amounts of power. They were not trained to be soldiers, nor were they trained to work together. It meant they had a snowball's chance in hades of standing against the attack of the White Hand, but Kaz was used to that. Hell, on every note these people resembled the exact group of warriors that saved Progatha and turned the tide of a war, they were diamonds in the rough. When he thought about it, last time he had served on the battlefield, a snowball's chance in hades was more something to shoot for then realistic odds. Instead of ignoring that fact, Kaz accepted it; much like any warrior expects a duty to defend and protect. He had met so few of people here, but those whom he had gotten to know meant a great deal to him, and he could never call himself human if he stood aside and let them die. Leon's smile both haunted and encouraged him, it gave him the power to fight and at the same time wish to live. To grow and blossom were now Kaz's goals. Become more, but never forget the paths he had taken...

He walked slowly, each step a new reminder of the simple yet brutal fact that night was quickly coming. His eyes were improved enough to already see a lack of a leader, the lack of Caleb. That was a problem, because these people were rallied to him, and wanted to stand by him. Kaz nodded to himself, knowing that he had to do what he had to do. The giant case he carried with his left hand seemed to give a sort of warm confidence, a smug feeling on the inside that this time, he could do what was right. Closer and closer he grew, until finally he reached Jake. Not knowing what else to do, Kaz gave a simple yet humble bow of respect. Caleb trusted this man, and if he was going to be on Caleb's side, Kaz too would need to learn trust with those he hardly knew once again.

“I am sorry for my absence, but an old friend has been calling to me for a long time...” He did not rise from the bow, but rather lowered himself to the ground and began opening the case. His metal arm and human one flicked the locks at the same time, and gently lifted the eloquent onyx case to reveal the blade that could simply be described as a splendor. It's handle was a match of the case material, but the blade and the oddity of a contraption that looked something like gun melded beautifully. Its silver light was an odd comfort, a confirmation to Kaz that he had not lost yet. “And I finally answered.” Carefully, he lifted it once again with his human arm, drawing the blade for the first time what felt like forever. The symbol of the wolf-eagle, the crossbred symbols of Black and White Hands glowed a brilliant orange, a fire of righteousness awaiting the power of its owner. Kaz reached in and withdrew six of the bullets that the case held, six of the blade's hidden features waiting to be unleashed when the invaders came to take his peace.

“Caleb has not yet returned? That is good news, it means that the messenger sent to us by the White Hand is still alive, your friend has already broken one of their favorite traditions. Still though, we need him here, fighting along side us in order to drive them back....”

Kaz actually began loading his new blade, via sliding open the central chamber and loading each bullet with the compassion that a blacksmith uses to craft his sword. click One bullet was loaded, and the revolver part spun slightly to reveal the next open hole. “Perhaps it would be better of us to make attempts at distracting them for awhile...” click “This sword happens to be a relic of our people...” click “I'm certain that it could cast at least a temporary focus on their part...” click “But Caleb left you in charge Jake...” click “Which means that tonight you are the one leading us into battle.” click

Kaz was done loading the revolver, and it gave a smooth final click to close once again. For old times sake, Kaz gave the holding chamber a simple spin, just to hear the wonderfully harmonic sound one more time before actually using it in battle. “So until Caleb gets back here... I am under your command, but if I may have the liberty, I do still have a few more ideas that might be of use.”

That stated, he simply took a moment to look around at the other people standing by. He hoped they were not nervous, even though they had every reason and right to be.
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(( Tired, but felt obliged to post anyway >_< ))

"You mean the drill seargent's in charge? Eh, works for me, I'm better at following directions than giving them. Seems like a good choice anyway . . . "

That voice came from Seth, who would have been completely unrecognizable in his bone-armor had he not declined to create a helm just yet. Four smaller 'spider legs' had emerged from his back as well, and were arched over and around his body to be used as extra arms in the fight to come. As a precaution, this was also the first time that he had included a blade on the inside edge of each of the 'spider-legs'. The two that arched over his shoulder could be used for downward slashes, and the lower two that moved around his sides could be used for upward or horizontal slashes. Each of course, still had the ability to impale any living thing unfortunate enough to be on that particular end of the spikes, and to tear it to pieces shortly thereafter...

"So what's the plan sarge? Haven't been in a fight this big for at least a few months . . . " Seth was obviously eager for the fun to start, and had no problem showing it . . .

(( EDIT: Don't mind me, just giving into my OCD and editting a typo @___@ ))
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Sam stood waiting for an answer for his unheard question, Neola approached him and stated simply “I don’t think he heard you Sam,” she lightly grabbed his hand and shuffled him over to a clear spot “Come on I want you to tell me more about Eona.”

They made there way over to a clear spot and sat down Finally Neola asked a question the had been burning to come out since she arrived

“Who was Eona and why was she so important,”

The cogs in Sam brain began to move and finally an answer mad its way the surface. “Eona was a good person she was curious and kind to everyone she met she had many many friends I can’t even count them all she had a curious nature and fire that drove her in what ever she chose to do, as far as why she is so important I am unsure of the questions answer but before she left she told me she was going to go and find return with Lance but that is neither here nor thee now, why do you ask me these questions.” This person whom he hardly just met made him speak far more than he had to any one except the person she was asking about and that was somewhat frightening to him.

Neola thought to herself for a moment trying to decide how much to tell him, he did after all reveal a lot about a person that was close to him why should I reveal anything but the truth to him. Her mind was made up she would tell him.

“Because I am here as a guardian to Eona I have traveled through time to come here to protect a person whom is already dead,” tears where running down here face and she continued, “I have left everything I knew back in time to protect a person who I don’t even know what they look like.”

The gravity of the situation hit Sam know he understood why she had fainted he was shocked the anyone would do that and leave behind so much just to protect some one they didn’t know. Sam did the only that he could think of and draped his arm around her shoulders in a one armed hug. He looked up and saw the informer loading a strange looking weapon and telling something to Jake. He decided to sit here with Neola till some one issued some orders if all else failed they could still run away and hide, no they must not do that, “We must protect the memory of the person that, you came here to protect, and she was my first friend.”

Neola looked at him in astonishment at his proposal “You are right Sam let us fight for those reasons.” She draped her arm of his shoulders. The two of them stood up still in a one armed hug and looked on the storm.
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(There were people here, all of them connected by one thing: Extermination. There was something called the White Hand coming for them, a sect of pure-blooded Avian people who believed that they were the true and the righteous of their people. It was all racial supremacy. In other words, total bullshit in the eyes of Jake. He knew their true colors, however. Oh yes. He saw what they did and how they did it. Eona... Murdered right in front of that enraged Scotsman's eyes... They were all nothing but cutthroats and mercaneries, not a decent soul among them. Well...maybe JUST one. Maybe just the one whom he had to battle personally. That elemental... Jake's mind was on him as he stood amongst his so-called 'troops'. These were not solders, he knew, but they were a great bunch of students as far as meta-humanity went. Who cares if they didn't stand a chance. If you're gonna fight a war, you do it organized, like they were now. Jake was now standing there, coat in hand, as the boy called Kaz approached him. He seemed to be focused on doing something to the front-shoulder area...)

“I am sorry for my absence, but an old friend has been calling to me for a long time...and I finally answered.”

Jake: Glad you could make it.

“Caleb has not yet returned? That is good news, it means that the messenger sent to us by the White Hand is still alive, your friend has already broken one of their favorite traditions. Still though, we need him here, fighting along side us in order to drive them back....”

Jake: He'll be here.

(Jake was listening to Kaz speaking to him, but he didn't look up, since he was absorbed in his small duty. His short quips were proof enough that he had confidence in all of them in this battle. Namely, he was basically staking his life on it. He'd had some good times here, so he wasn't gonna let those assholes ruin it for everyone else. Finally, after Kaz was done speaking, Jake looked up from what he was doing, finished. It seemed that he was carefully sowing an emblem to his leather jacket at the left shoudler, an eclipse of a blue moon. Kaz would not recognize the significance, but it was a symbol of his complete loyalty to the House of Bluemoon, the family house of his fiance'. He put the jacket back on, speaking to Kaz in a more engaging fashion.)

Jake: if you know these guys well enough to play on their shortcomings, do it. They're fighting dirtier than we ever will. Anything you think will get us an advantage without us being like them is okay. My only command for you is to use the best of your abilities to combat them.

(And with that said, a large sword - 7-feet in length - dropped to the ground, blade first, followed by its owner, the tall dark-blue-haired catgirl who was built like a grand female warrior. She wore what appeared to be military clothing that held a similar emblem to the one Jake had and held that big sword like a master. Her name was Marina Bluemoon, and she was always in for a fight, especially the ones that Jake tended to pick. She also had a claymore in her other hand, which she easily tossed over to Jake, and was caught even easier. Jake now had two swords in his hands and one extra ally to count on.)

Jake: Glad you could make it, Marina.

Marina: I haven't had a fight quite like this in a while. What's our theme here?

Jake: We're clipping the wings of arrogance sons-of-bitches.

Marina: Are they powerful, or just boastful?

Jake: It's believed that they might demolish us, and one's an elemental.

Marina: Careful with that.

Jake: Don't worry. I'll do what I can to keep him off all your backs.

"So what's the plan sarge? Haven't been in a fight this big for at least a few months..."

(That was Seth, speaking, and Jake didn't recognize him at first. Marina chuckled at the comment, though.)

Marina: Sarge? Not Commander?

Jake: That's reserved for Caleb.

(He turned to face the bone-armored combatant, glad to see he was ready, but hoping his enthusiasm didn't cause him to do something crazy and get them all killed.)

Jake: For now, the plan is to hold them off when they come. We show them that we're not to be trifled with and we use anything we've got to weaken their defenses so that when Caleb takes over, the full-scale assault knocks 'em dead. Kaz appears to have some ideas about throwing their game. Talk to him.

Marina: So, it's more like Sergeant-At-Arms, then?

Jake: Maybe. Point is, they're going to pay for this. And I'll lead an army to make that happen, and I'll make sure that Caleb has an army to come to once he's done with Lance.
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For now, the plan is to hold them off when they come. We show them that we're not to be trifled with and we use anything we've got to weaken their defenses so that when Caleb takes over, the full-scale assault knocks 'em dead. Kaz appears to have some ideas about throwing their game. Talk to him.


"Fair enough . . . " Seth answered, putting two and two together and figuring out who Kaz was based on the details of the conversation Jake just had with the other man in front of him. Unless he was delusional, he assumed the one who had just said he had a few ideas on how to conduct the battle was the person Jake had been referring to.

"Alright, I take it you're Kaz, right? If you've got any ideas that'll help out, you've got yourself an audience. If it's strategy I'll try to follow along for a change, and if we need any equipment; I can get that for us easy enough...so long as it doesn't involve moving parts or explosives. I might even be able to make some small fortifications if you think it'd be necessary . . . " Despite the fact that it was constant fighting that had torn apart his life and no doubt most of his sanity, not to mention responsible for the numerous scars that covered most of his upper body (though in his bone-armor, only the scars from shrapnel wounds on his face were visible), Seth still enjoyed the thrill combat brought. The fact that he was notoriously hard to kill only made things that much more interesting . . .
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