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  1. - Ryuzaki - The tree he was perched in was thick with leaves and thus hid him well from the para-military style soldiers that patrolled nearby. Ryuzaki recognised the uniforms, although they seemed more modern than ones he had seen previously, as those worn by OSSUM. He should have guessed they’d be involved with an island being built to house the supernatural; they practically hunted them. None of them noticed him though, so he continued his silent watch. It had taken an hour of walking before Ryuzaki had come across any kind of structure beyond trees and bushes. He had come across the chain-link fence topped with barbed wire and had easily cleared it. A minute later, the foliage cleared out to reveal three buildings of various sizes. One was about the size of a house with a number of satellites coming off it and wires covering most of the walls. The second was a single story building that was thin but long, while the last building appeared to be a single concrete hut about 6 feet by 6 feet. Since he had been watching, Ryuzaki had not seen one person enter the concrete hut and was beginning to wonder what it was. He guessed some kind of underground entrance but he wouldn’t be able to take a look, the door looked heavy duty even to his enhanced strength. The long building was constructed of less sturdy materials but held no windows and sported only a single door locked by a keypad. Ryuzaki could probably gain easy access but not covertly so he turned his attentions to the larger building. The satellites and cabling told Ryuzaki it was some kind of communications building. He thought Ryuk might be wondering about him by now but the only form of contact he had with him was his Order mobile phone. Something about the island put him off using it though; Order communications were heavily encrypted but if it was the only foreign transmission on a secure network, it would surely be noticed. But if he could get into the communications building, he could piggy-pack their transmissions and get a message across without drawing attention. With his plan made, Ryuzaki gripped his cane tightly in his hand and got into a position primed for jumping. The single moving patrol was coming up on his position and he had to time it just right to ensure no-one spotted him. Using his enhanced senses, Ryuzaki was certain he had mapped out every sentry and guard so getting into the building wouldn’t be too difficult for him. The six man patrol passed under him and Ryuzaki suddenly burst forward with intense speed. Silently he landed alongside the thin, single-door building and pressed himself against the wall. He picked up no unusual movement and so moved along the wall until he reached the far corner. Allowing only a sliver of his head to show, Ryuzaki peaked around the corner and saw what he had seen from his spotting position in the tree. A single guard stood with his back to a small side-door to the communications building. Ryuzaki moved his gaze up and watched the guard who was stood atop the building, nearly directly above the ground level door guard, and watched him carefully. The guard was in an open-sided shack that was mounted on top of the building, giving him a near-360 degrees look. However, seeing as he was only human, he was turning at set intervals to ensure he was looking at all directions. Ryuzaki would have to time that with his next move to ensure he wasn’t spotted. Personnel must be low. He thought as he watched. It is probably because these islands are so new…or they are holding back for some reason. He pushed that thought aside and reached into his jacket, pulling free a small silk bag. Ryuzaki reached into the bag and withdrew a small pebble, seemingly innocuous. He replaced the bag in the pocket and held the stone in his closed right hand. Leaning out to see the tower guard again, he counted down and then ran his nails across the wall beside him. It noise made was quiet, as Ryuzaki planned, but just loud enough for the door guard to hear. He lifted his weapon slightly and turned his head as though trying to listen out. Ryuzaki scratched again, this time letting each individual nail scratch at a different pace. To the guard, it sounded like an animal scratching away at something. The guard in question moved forward slowly, slightly slower than Ryuzaki had guessed, and Ryuzaki readied himself. His plan was a simple one. As the guard rounded the corner, Ryuzaki would flip up onto the roof of the building; it was long and mostly flat and so perfect to lie down on. The only problem was that it was in full view of the tower guard when he was looking in the direction. If the door guard moved quickly enough, Ryuzaki could hide on the roof as he passed and then drop down behind him before the tower guard rotated to the direction he needed to be to notice someone on the roof. With the door guard moving slower than planned, Ryuzaki was going to cut it very close. The door guard moved to step around the corner and in a blur, Ryuzaki jumped and rolled onto the roof, pressing himself down as far as he could. As predicted, the guard paused and simply looked around to see if an animal was indeed within the perimeter. So Ryuzaki moved his right hand and threw the small pebble he had drawn over the guards head where it landed in a small bush, rustling its foliage. “For god’s sake.” The guard muttered. Ryuzaki guessed that they had been told to investigate any noises, regardless of how small. The door guard thought it was an animal and was no annoyed that he would have to go and investigate. As he walked towards the bush, Ryuzaki dropped silently behind him. For a second he considered killing the man, but hiding his body in such a base would be a pain, so he simply turned and looked back at the tower guard who was just turning away; slightly faster than his previous pattern, not that Ryuzaki was complaining. With the timing sorted, Ryuzaki quickly dashed towards the door and stopped with has hand resting on the handle. He listened intently but nothing except the humming of electricity stood out. Ryuzaki opened the door and slid through the smallest gap possible before shutting it behind him; he was mildly surprised it was not locked. Inside the door was not what he had been expecting. It was a small room with the walls lined with what accumulated to a supercomputer. The wires ran up to the roof and then inwards before dropping down into a cage that was the same dimensions of the room minus about three feet. Inside the cage was a single podium with a laptop sat on top of it, all the wires plugged into the floor and a single wire about an inch thick rose up the back of the podium and was inserted into the laptop. Ryuzaki recognised the set up; a Faraday Cage. What it was doing around a lone laptop instead of the supercomputer around it, he couldn’t guess. When he had entered the room and realised there was no other exit, he had thought he would have to exit and find a better entrance, but this was far more interesting. Ryuzaki walked forward slowly, keeping his senses peeled for any kind of ambush, and reached the cage door unimpeded. It wasn’t locked, it couldn’t be judging by the fact the only thing holding it closed was a small hook, so Ryuzaki entered it; ensuring he closed the door behind him to maintain the anti-field. The laptop looked to be nothing special; it looked like a retail item. Ryuzaki opened it slowly and the screen kicked into life, showing a rotating symbol Ryuzaki recognised as OSSUM’s. He ran his little finger across the mouse pad and the symbol disappeared to reveal a black screen with mounds of text on it. Scanning it quickly, Ryuzaki recognised it as advanced coding. He ignored it for now as he shrunk the screen down and found what he was looking for; communications information. He scanned through it all quickly and memorised it to save him having to come back to the screen when he was done. He opened up what appeared to be some kind of network connection and several minutes later his message was sent. LOCATED INTERESTING COMPUTER. SEARCHING IT NOW. UNDERGROUND COMPLEX LIKELY. WILL FIND WAY IN TO INVESTIGATE. Ryuzaki had sent the message using a wireless signal the house was sending out, it would come across on Ryuk’s Order phone in a complex code. The code was something they used often when sending messages to each other because only they, and a few others, knew how to decipher it. With that done, Ryuzaki turned his attention back to what the laptop was doing and why it needed a supercomputer plugged into it. However, before he could get stuck in, a noise sounded from the doorway; the sound of a body hitting the floor. - Sophia Nurnhurst - Sophia’s island turned out to be much smaller than she had been expecting. Sticking to a brisk pace, it had only taken her a couple of hours to circle it completely and end up back where she started; the face she drawn into the sand was still there on her return. The perimeter of the island had held nothing of interest, and so now she planned to make her way towards the centre of the island. Given its size, Sophia figured it to be some kind of stockpile location. Unfortunately, nothing matched the description Raphael had mentioned in his letter which probably meant she was on the wrong island; she would have to carry out his mission at a later time. She shrugged to herself, there was nothing to do if she was in the wrong place, and started directly inwards, away from the sea. The outer edge of the island had mostly been sand with perhaps a notion of rocks underneath, but as Sophia skipped forwards, she had to resort to walking with all the trees and roots that stuck out of the ground. She actually thought there were no actual paths since the trees were so close together and she was practically climbing over them to get any progress. Suddenly, her boot hit something metal and she nearly tripped over, having to grab wildly at a nearby branch to prevent herself from doing so. “Whoopsies.” Once she was steady, she turned to look at what she had tripped over and frowned beneath her mask. “Well, someone has watched too much Lost.” A metal hatch was sat in a patch where the roots of the trees seemed to not want to touch. There was a large handle on the right hand side of it and a small circular window at its centre. Sophia crouched down on top of it and looked down into the window; only darkness stood behind the glass. She stepped off it and gave the handle an experimental pull expecting it to stick firmly. Her guess was right as it didn’t even yield a millimetre. With a smile on her face of flesh, the mask cracked into a facsimile of anger; her cloths grew tight, stretched to their limit as the muscles beneath began to bulge. Sophia ignored the burning pain that spread across her face and instead gave the door a hard, sharp tug. The metal strained against its holding but didn’t open, so she did it again, harder, and something snapped allowing her to pull the door free and throw it into the air behind her. It smashed through one tree and came to a stop embedded in a second. Sophia giggled as her muscles shrunk, her clothes became loose once more, and her angry mask returned to its placid expression. With the door gone, a little bit of moonlight shone down into the passage and revealed a metal ladder on one side. Sophia broke a bit of branch from one of the trees and dropped it down the whole, bending her head to angle an ear at it. A couple of seconds later a sound echoed up and Sophia nodded. Without further hesitation, she climbed onto the ladder and quickly descended. Once her feet were firmly planted on the floor, she looked around but was still shrouded in darkness so started groping along the wall. Soon enough her hand ran across a switch and fluorescent lights flickered to life above her. The light revealed what appeared to be a single room, about 20 feet squared, with five large circular stones at its centre. “Yippee!” she exclaimed and walked forward to run her hand across one of the stones, fascinated by the fact she felt absolutely no resistance, like she was running her hand across nothing. “He’ll be so pleased with me!” - Raphael Ginta - “So, Sister, how do you like it here?” Raphael spoke from his stone throne, fastened out of the rock wall as the whole of his home village was. Sisi giggled at Raphael’s codename for her but couldn’t stop the grin that ran ear-to-ear. “I love it!” “Good.” Raphael said. He stood up and walked across to the young girl, clasping his hands behind his back above his cloak. “Now you are settled in, do you care to help me?” Although it was phrased as a question, the tone behind it made it very clear that he wasn’t really asking; not that Sisi recognised such a tone. Her nod was enthusiastic as she ran across to a stone table that had a large world map resting on it. It was of much better quality than the one she owned in her own home and a number of scribbles in red pen was visible. “Who is it?” she said as Raphael produced a photo of a man half turned away from the camera, clearly unaware his picture pas being taken. “A bad man. I intend to stop him.” Raphael, re-clasping his hands behind his back. Sisi paused and then turned her gaze from the photo to the map. Her eyes lit up with the familiar white energy and the points appeared on the map. When Raphael saw where the man was located, his mask hid his look of surprise.
  2. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Arafel - He didn’t know how long it had been since he had sent his message in the hopes that it would reach Michael, but Arafel was beginning to wonder whether he had actually received it. The burn on his arm still felt red hot and the pain the man called Caine had subjected him to still pounded strong in his head. Combining that with the aches and pains he had suffered over his days of torture and Arafel felt like he would meet his end at any minute. Normally in such a situation he would use his Time magic to heal himself but he had none currently in his system. Arafel attempted to pull out of his bonds again, the leather straps that kept him firmly in the chair, but as with his previous attempts they didn’t yield. Not that he had much physical strength at the moment. He gave up quickly and settled back into the chair, turning his head slightly to aim his ear at the door he was pretty sure was in front of him. Since his face had been beaten and his eyes swollen shut, Arafel had been listening carefully to anything that might indicate someone was approaching. He had heard nothing since Caine had left but now he thought he may have heard something else; something akin to a scream perhaps. When the scream ended, Arafel became suddenly aware of another presence in the room. Someone was very close to him. He tried to say something but he couldn’t manage a sound. - Michael Sanderford - It didn’t actually matter where in his father’s realm Michael was in order to exit into the right part of the human world, but apparently the low level servant elemental had used most of its energy getting into that part of the realm; so it was that Michael had followed it to one of the lesser controlled areas where not as much energy was needed to cross the borders. After delivering Arafel’s message of need, the elemental wanted to lead Michael directly to the Time mage; apparently it had taken a liking to him for some reason. However, now they were at a place where they could cross together, Michael sensed something was awry on the human side. He ushered the elemental to wait and sent a few feelers through the barrier. As he had suspected, Michael had sensed a protective barrier around the location Arafel was being held at. It was formed similarly to the Prideux Estate but was by no means anywhere near as potent. He considered his approach carefully. It would not take much effort on his part to simply burn his way through the barrier. However, that would alert the occupants to his presence and if they knew who Arafel was, it wouldn’t take a huge leap to guess who was approaching them in a fury of flames and thus they might react negatively. Michael struck that idea of the list and moved to the second one; he could weave his way through the barrier as it had done to the Prideux barrier when he’d first announced himself to Ryuzaki’s crew. This was appealing but then a thought occurred to him. Now he was trained in the art of the elementals he had a much easier way of entering the property. With that in mind, he moved his exit point until he felt he was out of the protective barrier and stepped through into the human world. Michael appeared in a forest that he immediately thought was artificial; the trees were exactly spaced and seemed to be exact copies of each other. The grass was long and wild and directly in front of him was a large brick wall topped with a metal fence which in turn was topped with deadly looking razor wire. Apparently the owners of wherever Arafel was held had built a physical wall to mark where their magical one ended. Since Michael was still in his flame form, his new elemental servant friend hovering beside him, he floated upwards and saw the artificial forest extended into the property for a few metres before opening into a vast clearing that housed a rather large mansion at its centre. Michael floated back down, ensuring not to burn the grass beneath him, and started reconstructing his human body. He started with his feet, the flames forming into a pair of heavy black boots of thick leather, and then continued up his body like he was being printed. Michael ended up with his black boots, a pair of black leather trousers, and a short-sleeved black shirt with the collar open. His hair was long, hanging freely around his face, and was black with the exception of the hair-tips that glowed white hot. His eyes were not human, instead they were seemingly endless pits of writhing flame, spinning and rotating in every direction. Michael held up his hand and a pair of mirrored sunglasses appeared and he placed them over his eyes, ensuring his hair was not trapped in the frames. With his arm in front of him he considered them too bare for his liking and so with a thought, leather bands appeared around his wrists and then three beaded bracelets appeared on his right wrist while a metal ring appeared on his left. With that done, he held out his hand and the servant elemental settled on it for a second before it slowly sunk into the flesh; Michael absorbed it and stored it safely within his body, he didn’t want it to cause any trouble while he was infiltrating the house. Michael then focused his senses and sent them out to the house in front of him. He started on the left and swept slowly across the entire length of the building; there were four entry points he could choose from. With that sweep done, he changed to a different sensor and did the same thing again, this time trying to pick up anything from Arafel. A very minute spike showed slightly to the right of the centre of the building and Michael guessed the Time mage was being held underground. The closest entry point was about 4 floors too high, so unfortunately he would have to move through the house. Without a better choice, Michael focused his mind and aimed his energy at his chosen doorway. Inside the house, in a room set out like a library but much smaller and personal, a maid was collecting the remains of a meal when the low flame in the fireplace suddenly raged as if gasoline had been thrown on it and spewed out into the room. The maid scrambled away from the flame as it suddenly curved in mid-air and then formed into a man. Michael looked around and then his eyes fell on the maid who was looking at him with a look of surprise. “Pardon me, but you couldn’t point me in the direction of your prisoner could you? Young man, master of Time? No?” The maid jumped to her feet and in a surprising move, her hands blurred and Michael found four deadly knives flying in his direction. He frowned, but as the knives came within a couple of inches of his body a red membrane lit up and the blades evaporated into gas. “That was surprising.” He said and before the maid could do anything else, he lowered his glasses to reveal his eyes and she burst into flame before being reduced to ashes. “Even the maids want to kill you here apparently.” Michael muttered to himself as he exited the library room and came out in a long hallway lined with wooden doors. As he was considering which way to go, ultimately his aim was to go down, a man dressed in a black suit stepped out of a room nearby. When he saw Michael stood there, he froze for a second before reaching into his jacket and pulling a pistol out. Michael raised his hand and suddenly the metal of the gun superheated and the man cried out as he dropped the weapon to the floor. While he cradled his hand in pain, Michael walked up to him and gently rested a hand on his chest before pushing him against the wall. “You saw what I did to your gun from afar, imagine what I could do if I’m touching you?” he said with a small smile. Fear crossed the man’s face. “Good, now, I need to get to the dungeon. You are holding a friend of mine.” “I’m sorry, I’m not prison staff, I don’t know anything about that.” The man said quickly, clearly hoping he wouldn’t be killed if he told Michael all he knew. “But Travis is, he’s in the kitchen one floor down.” “Thank you.” Michael said before his hand glowed red and the man joined the maid as ash. “To the kitchen’s then.” As he proceeded a floor down to where the guard had said the kitchen was, Michael couldn’t help but notice the severe lack of people; not just guards, but anyone at all. It concerned him but he pushed it out of his mind as he stepped into the kitchen and found a pair of men at a table drinking coffee. Both were in suits, sans jacket, and had their sleeves rolled up; one of the pair was covered in blood. When they saw Michael stood in the doorway they jumped to their feet and pulled their pistols. As before Michael raised his hand and the two yelped as their guns burned them. Unlike the last one however, they both pulled long knives from their belts and charged forwards. Michael guessed the bloodied one was the one in question so he sent a light flame wave at him that sent him flying backwards into the table he had gotten up from. The second guard got close enough and aimed to slice Michael’s throat with the serrated blade. As with the throwing knives from earlier, when the blade came within a couple of inches to cut into his neck, his membrane lit up and the blade that entered it apparently disappeared. The guard looked at the knife in surprise and Michael too the opportunity to pierce his chest with a beam of white hot fire. The bloody guard was back on his feet but he didn’t approach, instead he looked at Michael warily. “Ok, let’s just say that if you attack me you die.” Michael said. “Judging by the blood on your shirt, a pain to get out by the way, you’ve had some dealing with a particular uncooperative individual lately. Perhaps someone adept in the art of time?” At the mention of time, the guard perked up and Michael smiled. “So it is you, good. I just need to know where he is.” “I’m not telling you anything.” His voice sported and Eastern-European accent but Michael didn’t pay it any mind as he approached slowly. “I’m not going to ask again.” Michael said, the joviality that had been in his voice previously completely gone. While he walked, he sent out another probe and stopped when he felt the spike stronger. A smile returned to his face. “What?” The guard asked. “He doesn’t happen to be directly below us, does he?” the guard’s eyes widened and he glanced down. “Say, 3 floors?” the man looked up and Michael took his look to be confirmation. “Thank you.” He said and whipped his hand forward sending off a tendril of flame that wrapped around the man and he managed a scream before he burnt. Michael frowned. “Oh well, I don’t plan to be here much longer.” Using the energy spike as a location, Michael picked a spot a couple of feet away and drew a circle big enough for him with a little extra space. It lit up with a ring of fire and Michael took up position at its centre, stranding straight. He clicked his fingers and the circle shot downwards, slicing through the floor like it was butter. The circle of stone Michael was now stood on started to fall and a couple seconds later he was stood on three discs of stone in what was clearly a dungeon. In front of him was a chair with a figure strapped to it but blocking Michael’s view was another figure that was leaning dangerously close to the prisoner’s neck. Apparently whoever it was wasn’t paying attention as Michael leapt forward and summoned a sphere of flame in his right hand. When he was close enough, he held the sphere to the ribs of the encroaching figure at it exploded with enough force to send it flying into the far wall. Michael stepped up to Arafel and placed his hands on his shoulders. “Arafel, can you hear me?” The wounds on the young man was extensive and if Michael couldn’t see his chest rising and falling, he might have thought him dead. “Arafel?” The figure that Michael had sent flying struggled to its feet and Michael turned to find he recognised her. “Miss Misa?” he questioned just as the door exploded inwards and six armed men entered the room. “Stop right there!” One of them shouted but Michael’s body suddenly alit with raging flames. The guards open fired but the bullets simply hissed away as they got close to him. “Burn.” He said and a wave of his flame rolled forward and engulfed the men who screamed as they burnt. Michael had deliberately made it slow so that they didn’t become ash straight away. They continued to scream as Michael turned back to Arafel. “Hey, you still alive?” A rasping breath escaped the man and Michael thought he saw a smile. “I…hoped you…got my…message.” “Indeed, your elemental flame was rather insistent. You can reunite later, for now, let’s get you out of here.” Michael said and replaced his hand on Arafel’s hand. Then he remembered Misa. “Oh, give me a second.” He walked over to the woman and as he stopped in front of her she lunged forward and latched her teeth onto his shoulder. “Oh, you’re blood deprived.” Michael said as Misa pulled away with a scream and spat what appeared to be liquid fire to the floor. “I’m not exactly viable as a food source, Misa. Come now.” Michael grabbed her upper arm in a firm grip and pulled her across to Arafel. When she lunged at him, Michael pulled her away. “Behave, I’ll feed you back at the tower.” With that, he placed a hand on Arafel and looked up to the hole he had created to enter the prison. “Well, it’s not like I have to be discreet now.” He said and he engulfed both himself, Arafel, and Misa in a circular flame before shooting upwards like a bullet, smashing through the building like it was made of glass. They shot into the sky like a flare and once they had pierced through the protective barrier, Michael aimed the ball of flame towards his Tower. As they flew, he gave the elemental servant a new message and fired him towards the Prideux Estate explaining what he was doing. - Axion - Axion’s boy-form removed his hand from Zennith as the old man placed a hand on the small of his back and complained that the pain always intensified whenever Axion took him anywhere. Axion was currently dark skinned and sported brown eyes and ruffled black hair. He was wearing a pair of denim dungarees over a black t-shirt and white trainers. As was always the case when he travelled with Zennith, he had taken him just outside the location he had asked for. “Thank you, Axion. Now, shall we go and get things ready.” Zennith was an old man with a completely bald head but wielding a magnificent white beard that hung to his chest. He looked like someone’s grandpa with his beige chinos, red jumper, and a blue collared t-shirt underneath. His shoes were sensible, brown in colour, and he walked with a wooden cane in his left hand. The street the two of them were on was busy, despite the more industrial nature of the location, but Zennith paid it no mind as he starting making his way to the corner of the block. Axion followed, using his short stature to nimble step between the legs of the pedestrians that passed by. Together, they reached the corner and would normally cross the street to reach the building they had been heading for in the first place. This time, however, Zennith stopped and gestured to the building with his cane. “Someone is in there.” He said and Axion followed the line-of-sight the cane indicated and saw one of the windows of their building was lit up with harsh LED lighting. “Would you check it out?” Axion didn’t move and just turned his head to look up at Zennith who, after a couple of seconds of nothing, turned to face him with a look of realisation. “Oh my apologies, dear boy, here.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out gold-wrapped piece of toffee. Axion took the piece, tore the wrapper off quickly and popped the toffee into his mouth. Then, he changed his perspective. The world stuttered to a stop around him. People no longer walked, cars no longer drove, birds no longer flew; they all stopped in their tracks. Zennith had frozen with his hand half in his pocket, probably pulling a toffee out for himself. With everyone stuck in their positions, Axion headed across the street, weaving between cars and people. Axion’s small stature made it easy to step between people and he did so until he was stood at the base of the building Zennith had pointed out. He didn’t head for the door, instead he simply stepped onto the outer wall and began to walk up it. He zig-zagged around the windows until he was below the lit up one and stepped through the glass. The window didn’t break as Axion passed through it, it was as if it didn’t exist for him. The room he had entered was clearly some kind of hideout as it was filled with unmarked crates, maps were pinned to the walls, tables were set out with various equipment, and there were miss-matched dining chairs set around a low coffee table. Sat in one of these chairs was a girl. She looked to be eighteen years of age with an athletic body and hard muscles. The left side of her head has been shaved to a buzz cut and was brown, while the rest of her chin-length hair had been pulled to the right and its tips were a shocking pink; her left eye was green while the right was hidden beneath her hair but presumably matched. A white mask was perched on left side of her head. She was wearing a black crop top that showed her pierced belly button, a long sleeved denim jacket, tight white trousers, and brown boots with loose laces. A harness around her waist held two short-swords and two six-shooters while a deadly looking naginata rested on her shoulders, supported by her hands resting on it. Axion did not recognise her, he would definitely have recognised her stern expression, and when he walked over to the door he found it had not been forced or anything. He walked back across to the girl and pulled both her swords and pistols free, laying them by the door and then removed her naginata and placed it next to them. This left the girl sat in a very strange position with her arms held up and crooked with her wrists bent forward limply. With that done, Axion exited through the window again and made his way back down to Zennith. He crouched down behind the old man and put his head between his legs, lifting him up onto his shoulders like he weighed nothing at all. Axion then carried the man to their building but this time entered through the door and up the stairs. They reached the door to the hideout and Axion unlocked the door with a key from Zennith’s pocket, putting it back afterwards, and entered the room to place Zennith down in front of where he had placed the girl’s weapons. When he was happy both of Zennith’s feet were on the floor and the door was closed behind him, Axion looked again. The world moved again and the girl jerked backwards, tipping her chair over and dumping her on the floor with a yelp. As this happened, Zennith groaned and rubbed his back again. “Warn me next time, would you?” he said to Axion as the boy stood next to him. The old man looked around and then at the girl as she scrambled to her feet with a thunderous look on her face. “Would you control your pet, old man!” she said, pointing aggressively at Axion who simply looked at her with a bland expression. “He is not a pet, girl, and he is far above us in existence so watch what you say.” Zennith replied calmly before shuffling to a chair and taking a seat. “What are you doing here anyway, Seraph? I thought you had a job to do in London.” Seraph, the girl in question, stomped over to her weapons and picked them up in one go before moving back to the table and placing them there. “Unlike you, I get my jobs done quickly.” She said angrily as she carefully picked up the short-swords and carefully replacing them in their scabbards at the back of her waist; she missed the first two times but managed to get them in on the third. She followed this by slipping the pistols into their holsters and then grasping her naginata. As soon as it was in her hand properly, she turned on Axion and levelled it at him. “I should skewer you where you stand!” Axion didn’t say anything but Zennith chipped in for him. “Like you could. Anyway, did you receive a new mission?” Seraph kept her angry stare on Axion for a couple of seconds before pulling the naginata up and resting the shaft on her shoulder and turning to face Zennith. “Malduiwel told me to come here, apparently he’s dropping by.” “My, my, that is rare.” Zennith replied. “When is he due?” “Now.” A male voice said as its owned closed the door quietly behind him. “The boss is visiting.” At those four simple words, both Zennith and Seraph looked at him in surprise. Axion simply walked across the room and stood beside Zennith’s chair.
  3. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    On behalf of AnimeFreak -----Caine----- He took inventory of his supplies--strapped to his body were about fifteen kunai knives, one large combat knife, and in a pouch clipped to his belt he had almost twenty tiny shuriken. He put on his large black coat. In his coat were various other weapons hidden. Young Melanie had run off to find her mother, and he was still looking for her twin brother, Brink. Upon walking into Brink’s bedroom, he found him. The boy had been severely disciplined for his disgusting failure before, “Have you learned your lesson, Son?” He wouldn't make eye contact, “Yes, Father.” “Would you like to redeem yourself?” “Yes, Father.” Again, no eye contact, staring at the floor. “Good, then go find your grandmother and meet us at the patio; we’ll be punishing your older sister.” -----Willow----- She was looking for Jinkama, but instead found Elijah, Zane, and Ellie. They filled her in on Brazil and that being the suspected base of operations for these Crescent Moon folk. “Well, I suppose I should fill you in on what I found then.” Ellie cut her off though, “We should get everyone together in the conference room. We all need to be on the same page and whatnot.” Willow nodded her head in aggreement, Elijah turned to her and said, “Jinkama is also out of surgery if you want to see him, Willow.” She brushed Elijah off, “He’ll be fine, I'm sure.” Shrugging she said, “I'm a bit pissed at him for getting his ass handed to him so quickly by my brother.” Elijah couldnt help but burst in laugher, Ellie's eyes widened at willow’s callous, and Zane had to turn away to conceal his smile, “Ill see him when I see him.” -----In Marseille, at the aftermath of Willow's battle----- “Yes, Boss,” he answered his phone with a peeved tone, “Uh huh, uh huh, got it, yes, alright Ill call you back.” He hung up the phone, annoyed, and lit a cigarette. His clothes were ripped but that was about it. Willow, he assessed, was a serious push over. “All I gotta’ fuckin’ do is not let her get the first move. Fuckin’ mook.” He took out a cloth and wiped down his sword, a few men entered the room. “Bridger,” he was sweaty and out of breath, “we just got a call, they know about Brazil. Also that family is moving.” “Shit,” he said standing up, his knees popping and cracking, “well couldn't be helped I guess.” He reached behind himself and resheathed his swords. “I haven't decided yet where I'll be going, either Brazil or to the Prideux estate, either.” He walked down the stairs and through the bar, despite the assassinated bouncer it was business as usual--a new bouncer taking his place. Eight people stood up as he came down and followed him. They were varying in height, size, body structure, and skin color. Three were female and five were male. They stepped outside and continued down the street walking in silence. When he was sure no one was following him, he pulled out his phone and pushed the first number he had saved to speed dial. -----Caine----- He was standing outside on the marble patio, his entire fighting force, his entire family, around him. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He answered, “And whom may I have the pleasure of speaking with? The Hawk? The Shield? The Mind?” “Shut up,” he said, the façade of his accident now gone, “you know you'll only ever speak with The Mind.” “What do you need? I'm speaking with my family on how to best kill the vermin we've been tasked with.” “I fought with your daughter, she was mediocre at best.” The man laughed on the other end of the phone, “had I had chosen to have one other body there she would be dead.” “Ahhh,” Caine said smiling, “but then you would be dead.” Caine closed his phone and broke it in his hand easily, he turned back to his Mother and was blunt, “You have one. Single. Job.” He wasn't surprised that they couldn't do it by themselves last time, but he was still irritated, “Literally one job. These wards are pesky, yes, but now that you've seen them-- “Hush, boy, I already have a counter spell ready for there entire ward matrix. I was up the last three nights doing it.” “Well Mother I wish you would have just don't that from the start. Honestly, winging something so delicate as that? Your specialty is always anti-magic. Understand that.” Caine turned to everybody then, except for his eldest son who was nowhere to be found. He knew his son though, he'd be there soon, “Remember your place, I shouldn't even be needing to say this. I will oversee and interveen if necessary. We need to eliminate them before the Master Vampire returns from his hiatus, and then strike Ryuzaki as one cohesive unit.” -----The Mind----- It was a military prototype, back before the collapse of the world and what became known as the War of Winter. It could travel at three times the speed of sound, carry a nuclear pay load, and fit up to fifteen people. Due to degraded capability, it could now only travel the speed of sound and there also weren't really any nuclear payloads to deliver. Besides him, many people considered him a weapon of mass destruction. It didn't take him long to approach South America. He slowed the plane down and approached for a vertical landing, one of the most useful features of his jet. He hoped to get there before the others left, but it appeared as though he just missed them. “No matter,” he said stepping into the large facility they used as their capital for operations for this particular continent. “I'll just meet them in Chicago. I just need to drop something off anyways.” She was wearing a pair of lightweight boots, cargo pants, and a tight Kevlar vest. Underneath the best she had on a tank top. A purple bandanna held back her long black hair
  4. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Zane Pengallion - Zane stood with his arms crossed in front of his chest, a frown on his face. Today he had chosen a white three-piece suit with red shirt and black tie; he had taken his jacket off for the interrogation and rolled his sleeves up though. In the days of trying to get information out of the girl he had captured, Zane had left any talking to Elijah so far. Not that they had done much talking until there last session. He had been genuinely surprised when neither Liz nor Ellie could infiltrate her mind through their magic; it meant the protection her mind was top notch. This meant that they’d had to resort to physical torture, waterboarding being their most recent choice. “I don’t want to give up.” Zane said in response to Elijah’s thought. “She knows something; I can see it in her eyes. But short of starting to cut limbs off, we’re running out of things we can threaten her with.” Elijah looked at him as if to say cutting off limbs wasn’t an option. Zane smiled. “I wasn’t suggesting we do that. But I have got an idea, come on.” He turned and walked off, Elijah in tow, heading down towards the cell the girl was in. Zane didn’t pause and walked straight into the room, allowing Elijah to close the door behind them. The girl opened her eyes from where she had been resting her head against the back of the table she was strapped to and glared at Zane. Her face had returned to its normal colour after her previous ordeal but her eyes were still partially puffy. Neither of the men said anything as Zane walked past her and grabbed a wheeled table that had been pushed against the wall; as he pulled it into view, the girl saw it had many small weapons laying on it as well as her blazer she had been wearing previously. Zane started with that as he picked it up and held it in front of her. “This is good stuff.” He ran his hand along the outside and nodded. “Feels like felt, but will protect you from pretty much anything ranging from swords to artillery shells; I’d love to know where you got it from.” The girl just looked at him and Zane placed it back on the table. “Perhaps another time then.” Zane then started to run his hand over the many weapons, picking a few up here and then. There were thin needles, circular throwing stars, small knives, even a pair of hatchets; it had been everything they had found on her person. Zane picked up her kusarigama and lazily spun it around him. “I’ve never used one of these before. I’ve always wondered how people manage to get the chain to do whatever they wanted.” He glanced at the girl but she still said nothing so he stopped the weapon and placed it back on the table before moving across and standing next to her. “You know, I was thinking about using your own weapons to torture you further in ways that would cause you the greatest pain.” He spoke somewhat jovially, but a deadly undertone could be heard. “But I have a feeling you could outlast anything I could do to you with them. So I’ve got a better idea.” He reached into his collar and pulled out a thin silver chain that ended with an angled crystal of a dark blue. “A link to my better half.” He said and then squeezed the crystal gently. It lit up for a second and then the light disappeared and Zane replaced the necklace below his shirt. “So while we wait, how about telling me what the inside of my vault was like? I’ve never put a living thing that could talk in there before.” - Jinkama - Jinkama felt the faint chill coming from the wood beneath his chest but he ignored it, instead focusing on Ariel as she chanted away beside him. He had been surprised upon waking up from his encounter to find that nothing appeared to be wrong with him. Ellie had had to explain about the wires in his spine and how they could cause irreparable damage if they weren’t removed carefully. At first he had been stubborn and refused the help Ariel had offered, instead deciding to find out where Willow had run off to. However, under the combined efforts of Ellie, Liz, Elijah, and Zane he was convinced to remain and let Ariel fix him. So here he was in a tower of the Prideux Estate, Ellie and Liz maintaining the circle around him while Ariel spoke in her strange language. He had been lying there for a long while now and had long since passed into boredom; if he had been able to, he probably would have gotten up and walked away. Suddenly the energy around him rushed away quickly and Jinkama felt four lines of pain run down his back. He cried out as the wires pulled themselves free of his spine, straight through his skin and landed on the floor next to him. “Son of a bitch!” He could feel the blood from the wounds seeping down his back but didn’t move as Ellie came up and knelt beside him; Liz had walked straight past and instead gone to Ariel, who looked exhausted. “Don’t be a cry-baby.” Ellie said as she ran her hand down his back, her magical energies seeping into him. “Ariel did well; there won’t be any lasting damage.” Increasing her energy, Jinkama felt the wounds starting to heal quickly. “Fucking bitch.” Jinkama said and knocked his head against the wooden floor. Ellie stopped suddenly and jabbed a finger into his wound. “That wasn’t very nice.” She said. “Ow.” Jinkama replied, turning his head as far as he could to look at Ellie. “I wasn’t talking about Ariel; I was talking about the bitch that took me down.” Ellie narrowed her eyes and then continued the healing process. Using the remnants of the circle’s healing herbs, Jinkama’s wounds disappeared completely and he stood up, stretching his muscles in the process. “What do you mean?” Ariel had left now and Liz walked over to the pair. “You okay?” “That fucker took me out like I was some kind of fucking rookie; I’m just pissed off at myself.” Jinkama said and brushed his hands through his hair. “Aura X was supposed to be pretty much impenetrable. “ “I’m not so sure it isn’t.” Ellie said, stroking her chin thoughtfully. “I could feel some strange waves coming off Willow’s brother.” Jinkama frowned; part of Ellie’s explanation upon his waking was the fact that it was Willow’s family attacking them. “I have a feeling he was pulling something on us.” “What kind of stuff?” Liz asked. “Jinkama, suit up.” Ellie said and Jinkama paused before activating his Aura X and turning his skin golden. Ellie pulled Liz by the arm until they were stood on the other side of the room to him. “Don’t move, Jinkama.” She said loudly before lowering her voice to talk to Liz. “Right, hit him with a strong bolt.” Liz looked surprised for a second before Ellie urged her on. She shrugged and lightning gathered around her right hand before she threw it at Jinkama. It struck him in the left shoulder but his aura did the job as it arced around him harmlessly. “Ellie?” he questioned but she waved her hand dismissively. She summoned a ball of fire in her hand and quickly turned to Jinkama, firing it off as a bright beam of white light. It stuck Jinkama in the same place as the lightning but did the same amount of damage; which is to say none at all. Liz charged another lightning bolt in her left hand as Ellie charged another fireball; they attacked together and Ellie threaded in some of her invisible force that weaved the two attacks together where they struck Jinkama in the chest. As with the two previous attacks, it surrounded him but did no damage. “Ok Ellie, what are you trying to prove.” Ellie and Liz walked back over to Jinkama where Ellie ran her hand along his shoulder, probing his aura magic with her own. “See, I don’t think Octavius forced his way past your Aura which I’ve just proved isn’t weak. Something else went down, so don’t beat yourself up over it.” Before Jinkama could retort, the jewelled headpiece Ellie was wearing started to glow. “Oh, Zane is calling; I’ll catch you two later.” With that she headed out of the room and left Jinkama and Liz alone. “I’m going to go and hit something, thank Ariel for me would you.” Jinkama said and Liz nodded as he headed for the door himself. - Eleanor Pengallion - She knocked twice on the metal door that led into the interrogation room Zane and Elijah were using on the girl he had captured. The latter opened the door and Ellie entered to see Zane casually leaning on the table the girl was strapped to. When she entered, he stood up and walked across to her, allowing her to step in so Elijah could shut the door. “You need me?” she questioned. She frowned as she remembered trying to enter the girl’s mind magically and being repelled by an impressive defence. “I don’t think there’s much I can do to help you here.” Zane smiled and ushered her in where he whispered his idea to her, when he was done, Ellie frowned again. “Are you sure?” “Certain.” He replied. She walked across to the girl, who was staring at her, and stopped when she was behind her. Ellie then raised her hands and placed them either side of the girl’s head. “You ready?” She asked. “Didn’t you try this before? You won’t be able to read my mind.” The girl said. Ellie leaned in close so she could whisper into the girl’s ear. “I’m not going to read your mind.” The girl gasped suddenly as Ellie started. “Do you feel that?” Ellie asked, still whispering. “The pressure?” The girl gasped again and a noise escaped her mouth as if she had tried to reply. “Oh, I wouldn’t do that; you may bite your tongue.” Ellie’s whispers held no emotion. “So, the pressure? What about if I pull?” Another gasp from the girl. “Or twist?” The girl’s eyes widened and a small squeak sounded from her throat. Ellie moved her hands away from the girl’s head slowly until they were a couple of inches from touching. The girl drew in a couple of raspy breaths. “Do you know what a lobotomy is?” Ellie whispered, not expecting an answer. “This way will be a little bit more messy, cutting is better than tearing, but this way I don’t have to cut open your skull.” The girl let out a small scream, followed by more ragged breaths. One of them sounded slightly different. “What was that?” Zane said, stepping in front of the girl and lifting her chin where it had dropped to her chest. “What did you say?” The girl looked like she wasn’t about to reply but another tug by Ellie made her cry out. “Zennith. His name is Zennith.” “Who is he?” Zane asked, Ellie’s hands still primed either side of the girl’s head. “He gives us our missions. He has a base in Brazil, that’s where he told us to attack you.” “Brazil is a big place, can you be more specific?” Zane asked, the joviality gone from his voice completely. “Carapicuiba, Sao Paolo. Lakeside.” She said through gritted teeth. Ellie dropped her hands to her sides and the girl let out a sigh relief. Zane gestured to her and Ellie walked across to stand by the door. “So, do you want to die?” he asked She took a couple of seconds to calm her breathing before replying. “I’m already dead.” “As you say.” Zane said and summoned his sword before driving it between her breasts and into her heart. Blood gurgled at her mouth for a second before she went limp, the life completely gone from her. Ellie and Elijah didn’t comment as he walked past them and into the corridor outside of the room; they followed and closed the door behind them. “We need to meet with the others and plan. If Willow has returned, even better, she’ll have more information.” “What were you doing to her, Ellie?” Elijah asked, turning to face her. Zane was the one who answered. “What I asked; she was moving her brain with her magic, physically. Come on, let’s go find the others.” - Fiona - The room Fiona was sat in was pitch black; she never used the lights as they didn’t serve her any function. However, when the door slid open suddenly, the room was flooded with the light from the corridor. The room was unfurnished except for the leather sofa Fiona was sat on; her knees were pressed together and her hands rested on her lap. Someone with small feet ran into the room and Fiona felt a small hand clasp around her own. “Mother, Willow has been found and Father says we can go catch her! Come on!” “Calm yourself, child.” Fiona said and stood up. She was wearing knee high black leather boots with a modest heel, tight fitting blue trousers tucked into the boots, a light blue vest, and a thin hoody that matched her trousers in colour and sported a white zip fastened at the front. Strangely the top half of her head was covered by what appeared to be a solid iron helmet. It was about half an inch thick and ran from the top of her nose to the back of her head at the same height. To elongated semi-circles had been cut into the sides to reveal her ears and a raised ridge ran down its centre. Her straight blonde hair came out of the back of the helmet and stopped just past her shoulders. “Caine?” The man appeared in the doorway and Fiona turned her head towards him. “Come, Fiona, let’s go and retrieve our daughter.” He said and Fiona let herself be pulled towards the door by the young girl. - Michael Sanderford - He had finished his training for the day, or for what he counted as a day in the realm of the fire elementals. Michael floated in his non-corporeal form and let the fiery energy of the realm surround and empower him. He had never felt so saturated in power; he had never thought his father would actually help him. As he floated there, he felt a disturbance in the realm’s barriers near him; a sure sign an elemental was passing from the human world to their home one. What was strange was that very few elementals had access to the area Michael was currently in; the part that was ruled directly by his father. He turned his attention to the small ball of fire that approached him, a servant of little importance. It conveyed a message and if Michael had eyebrows, they would have raised in surprise. The only person he had left any means with to contact him had been Ellie, if Arafel had somehow figured out a way to do it then things were probably dire. Michael thought he may have to return to the human world. Even as the thought formed in his head, the fire warped above him and turned into his father’s elemental form in the fiery realm. “Father, I think I may need to leave.” Voices didn’t exist in the fire realm but Michael always imagined they did when he spoke with his father. “I am still training you.” His father replied. “And I thank you for all you have taught me so far, but I can’t ignore a cry for help from my friends.” “You’re human friends.” The disdain in his father’s not-voice was clear. “Yes. I am your son, a fire elemental, but I am also a human too. I can’t just sit here.” “Fine. Go if you must. I won’t await your return but if you do, I’ll offer my training once again.” “Thank you, father.” With that, Michael concentrated and started forging his human form out of the flames around him; he didn’t want to startle his old friends by appearing as a flickering man of flame. - Zennith - “Axion, come here.” Zennith said, gesturing to the small boy who was playing at the water’s edge. As he approached, Zennith’s phone started to ring. He pulled it out and answered it quickly. “Boss.” He said and listened as the man on the other end spoke. “Yes, I got the alert moments ago, I’m packing up now.” He paused again. “She held out as long as we expected.” Another pause. “I’ve left the breadcrumbs, if they aren’t completely stupid, they’ll be able to follow it.” The man spoke a couple of words and Zennith nodded. “I’ve met the family, I’d be surprised if anyone could escape them; especially with all of them there.” The man on the other end of the phone spoke again and hung up, leaving Zennith to slip his phone back into his pocket. Axion now stood next to him and Zennith crouched down to look him in the eye. “I need to get to Chicago, care to give an old man a lift?” he laughed and Axion rested his hand on Zennith’s arm. In a blur, the pair disappeared.
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    Hi there, I'm not sure the word 'active' would be the best descriptor for this place at the moment, but there's still a number of us floating around. Welcome to here anyhow!
  6. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Eleanor Pengallion - Ellie raised an eyebrow as Liz got angrier, her lightning actually burning the carpet before she seemed to realise that Ellie was right. “Sookie doesn’t know? That’s a surprise, I thought Ryuzaki told her everything. I suppose Michael may know but, as you know, he’s in his father’s realm and hasn’t been out since the wedding. I doubt he’d respond if I asked him if he knew where Ryuzaki had gone; certainly his father would be pissed.” Ellie gestured to the opposite sofa to her and Liz reluctantly took a seat. “Mmm, I did not experience this vertigo spell and I only saw the old woman’s, so you’ll have to describe them as much as you can if I’m to be of any help.” “Michael taught me a few things about magic deconstruction and analysis but without a ready source to test it one, we’re going to have to go with a catch-all type of anti-magic.” She leant back and lifted her hand to take a mug that had floated in from the kitchen. “oh, did you want something as well?” - Zane Pengallion - “Those wires were pretty annoying; they seemed to be able to latch onto anything. Ellie seemed to think her spell would stop it but of course, you intervened before we got a chance to prove it; maybe the fact he didn’t try it again gives us a clue.” Zane said, nodding as Willow explained that without her weights she would be able to move faster than Octavius. Zane thought this was probably true, they seemed to be matched in speed in the fight so as long as Octavius wasn’t holding back, Willow would be able to out-run him. Of course, how useful that would prove to be would be proven next time he appeared; which Zane figured would happen eventually. As with Willow, he too hadn’t gone full out against Octavius so he figured he’d be able to keep up next time. Probably not in speed, but that wasn’t one of Zane’s better points in combat. He frowned and crossed his arms in front of him. “I agree, if your family comes back before them, things could prove to be troublesome.” He paused and then leant back against the wall behind him. “I presume this will wear off on itself…” he gestured to Willow’s retching and she managed a nod “…and without Ariel, Jinkama can sleep away. So, Elijah, how about we go play cops with my prisoner?”
  7. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Ryuzaki - “Why are we here, boy?” The man questioned, stood on a branch above where Ryuzaki was perched. Ryuzaki narrowed his eyes at how the man addressed him but didn’t question it. “To fulfil a promise I made a few years ago. I’m actually a bit late because of you.” “Well, that’s a shame. Let’s get on with it then.” With a light hop, the figure fell past Ryuzaki and landed soundlessly on the hard packed dirt ground below; Ryuzaki followed just as silently. Ki Ling matched Ryuzaki in height perfectly, except that he had a few extra inches where his black mohawk stuck up above his head, dropping slightly at the tips. His eyes shone gold and a number of piercings dotted his face; two small rings on his right nostril, two bars through his left eyebrow’s outer end, a central spike on his bottom lip, two rings on the top of his right ear, and a single spike of gold hung from his left earlobe. Kai wore a simple chest plate of leather over a bare chest with matching bracers, faded blue jeans, and a pair of sand coloured work boots sporting steel toecaps. Embedded at the centre of his armoured chest piece was a crystal in the shape of a cross. Ryuzaki was dressed remarkably similarly, except more expensively. He wore his cuirass of black metal, plated from neck to waist, over his bare chest, and matching bracers. His loose trousers were black and were tucked into high boots of brown leather, tied tightly at the front with laces. A matching crystal cross was mounted at the centre of his armour also. He had grown his hair out in recent years and it now brushed his shoulders, loose, and his golden eyes were as bright as ever. The mark given to him by Nahadoth on Ezralda's death was still as fresh as ever; the skin of his right arm to the shoulder was charcoal grey with ice blue cracks running through it. As Ryuzaki took a step forward, taking a breath to call out, a wooden arrow passed behind him aiming directly for the side of Ki’s head. Ki’s arm moved in a blur and caught the arrow without much of an effort. “I would suggest, your majesty…” he said, not even bothering to look around at who had attacked him. “…that if you wish for your younglings to live to a ripe old age, you teach them to gauge the strength of their target before attacking them.” A figure stepped out of the other side of the small clearing the Master Vampire’s had landed in, and smiled. He was a fraction shorter than the pair but was well muscled and his skin was tanned brown; he wore nothing except a pair of denim shorts that hung to his knees and what appeared to be a crown of leaves and twigs rested atop his curly brown hair. “Apologies, but they can get rambunctious sometimes.” Jayden said. “William, Leona, to me.” Two small figures appeared either side of Ryuzaki and Ki, quickly running past them and standing next to Jayden, one on each side. “Now, apologise to them.” The boy, William, who was stood on Jayden’s right, stepped forward and dropped to one knee. He was the spitting image of Jayden, with dark skin and brown hair styled into a ponytail of dreadlocks. Even his piercing blue eyes matched; despite the fact he looked no older than thirteen years old. “Apologies on behalf of the Spring Crown; we mean no harm or offense.” He said, bowing his head. “I don’t need anyone apologising on my behalf!” Leona said, puffing out her chest from where she was stood on Jayden’s left. “I can do so myself.” Jayden laughed loudly and pulled William to his feet by the collar of his open shirt. “Okay, no need to be so formal.” Then he turned to Leona. “And you may be the Princess but you’re not the Crown, not yet.” Leona blushed and her chest deflated. Jayden’s smile suddenly disappeared. “Well, I suppose I shouldn’t speak too soon.” He took a step forward and pulled William and Leona together, so they were shoulder to shoulder in front of him. He removed his crown, taking a knee, and held it out to Leona; she took it with a smile and instantly put it on her head. Jayden couldn’t help but smile again. “I was going to remind you what I said about wearing the crown but I suppose that’s a bit redundant this time.” “What’s going on, dad?” William asked, his intense eyes staring at Jayden. Jayden let out a small sigh. “Remember I told you that I was fulfilling a promise? And at the end of that promise, I had to confront the one I made it to?” Both Leona and William nodded. “Well, the man behind me is the one I was talking about. I’ve actually managed to get a few extra months with you. My time is due now, but remember that as long as Spring exists, so will I.” William seemed about to cry and Jayden ruffled his head. “You stick close to Leona, yeah? I expect you to protect her and the whole of the Spring Fae when I’m gone.” William nodded and rubbed his eyes to stop tears from actually falling. Jayden then looked back at Leona. “You continue your teaching under Elyssa, ok? You’ll be Queen soon and a good one at that. Listen to her advice but remember that you are the one in charge.” Leona nodded and Jayden got back to his feet. “Now, both of you head back now; tell Elyssa what is about to happen here. She’ll know what she needs to do.” Leona and William both nodded again and both reached into the air beside them, opening doorways to the Spring Realm. They both walked through them and the doorways disappeared, leaving Jayden alone with Ryuzaki and Ki. He turned to face them. “So, you managed to sort Spring out in the time I gave you?” Ryuzaki asked. Jayden nodded and smiled. “The boy, William, is the Guardian of the Spring Fae; he’s an exceptional fighter with a strong sense of duty. After this, half of my strength will go to him.” he paused before continuing. “The girl is Leona, she will be the Queen. Upon my death, all my rights and power as King will pass to her by the correct passages. Also, the other half of my strength will go to her.” Ryuzaki nodded. “How many do you number?” “Currently there are 53 Spring Fae. About 5 months after The Winter War, I managed to locate a group of 6 full bloods who had been hiding out in Japan. From there, well, you get the idea.” Jayden smiled. He then walked forward until he was a pace in front of Ryuzaki and got down to his knees, sitting on them and bowing his head. “What are you doing?” Ryuzaki asked, raising an eyebrow. “Accepting my punishment.” Jayden replied. Ryuzaki grinned. “I’m not going to execute you, Jayden.” Jayden looked up, shocked. “Oh, I’m going to kill you, but we used to be friends, I’m not going to let you sit there and die.” Jayden frowned and got back to his feet slowly. “Then what?” Ryuzaki grinned again. “Fight me, and fall like the warrior you are.” Jayden’s eyes began to sparkle. “Oh? And what if I win.” Ryuzaki let out a bark of a laugh and then disappeared. Jayden spread his stance and raised his right hand, catching Ryuzaki’s leg as he attempted to strike him in the head. “You caught it?” he said as he pulled his leg free and landed in a crouch. “I am fairy royalty after all!” Jayden cried and leapt forward. Ryuzaki caught the punch with no effort and caught Jayden in the stomach with a kick strong enough to send him flying upwards through the canopy above them. Ryuzaki jumped after him, bouncing of the trees to speed up, and grabbed him by the leg before he could fly too far. He pulled down sharply and slammed Jayden into the top of another tree. It gave way immediately and Ryuzaki kept pulling down, tearing the trunk in half until Jayden hit the floor. Jayden pulled his leg free and flipped backwards, kicking Ryuzaki in the chin as he did, and a lightning bolt shot down from the sky, engulfing the vampire. Ryuzaki ignored it and leapt forward, his skin already healing from the burns, punching Jayden in the chest. Jayden felt his sternum crack as he was sent forcefully backwards, crashing through six or seven trees before coming to a stop. As Ryuzaki dashed forward, thin branches burst from the ground and attempted to constrict around him. He countered the attack by spinning like a bullet, tearing the skinny branches to shreds, and appeared to deliver an overhead axe kick. Jayden took the blow to his right shoulder, his feet being forced into the ground, and then grabbed Ryuzaki’s leg. He pulled down sharply and Ryuzaki’s leg snapped at the knee like a dry twig. Ryuzaki let out another bark of laughter and spun around, knocking Jayden away with the broken limb. His healing fixed it nearly immediately and he delivered another kick to Jayden’s face. With a quick lean-back, Jayden managed to avoid a broken nose, but Ryuzaki stepped in again and delivered a punishing upper to his kidney. He cried out but jerked forward and slammed his head into Ryuzaki’s nose and broke it in return. Ryuzaki paid it no mind and grabbed the back of Jayden’s head in both hands, pulling him down to knee him in the face. Jayden blocked the attack with both hands grabbing the approaching knee and then with a twist of his waist he sent Ryuzaki flying through a number of trees for himself. Jayden smiled and placed both hands on the floor as large trees exploded out of the ground around him. Ryuzaki was entwined in thick branches, thin branches, leaves, flowers, thorns, and a bunch of other stuff as Jayden took an elevator of a tree trunk straight upwards. A number of lightning bolts appeared from the sky above and struck Jayden where he stood, now the highest point in the nearby area. Ryuzaki burst from the new foliage and flew towards Jayden’s position like a rocket. A bolt of lightning sprung to meet him and Ryuzaki was surprised to find himself face-to-face with Jayden’s fairy form. His crystalline body was dark blue in colour and tree roots covered his lower arms and lower legs like armour. A single crack where his eyes would have been was filled with lightning and more of it passed through cracks that covered his entire body. “Come on, Ryuzaki, let’s not hold back!” Jayden’s voice said from below the smooth rock where his mouth should be. “You were always strong, Jayden!” Ryuzaki called back and delivered another punch to Jayden’s kidney. This time he put some force into the blow and Jayden cried out as cracks emanated out from where the bunch had struck. Lightning filled the cracks immediately and Jayden returned the blow with a direct punch to Ryuzaki’s chest. Thunder roared with the blow as lightning crackled and Ryuzaki was sent speeding to the earth where he contacted like a meteor, creating a deep crater in the earth. Jayden appeared mounted on his chest with his right hand held pack, ready to punch. It was engulfed in a boosted armour of tree roots with an aura of flame and lightning and when he punched Ryuzaki, this time in the face, fire burst from the ground as lightning stuck from above. He let fly a number of punches before Ryuzaki stopped the fist with an open palm, his wrecked face restoring back to normal in a matter of seconds. “Nice.” He said and then punched Jayden in the stomach. The blow burst through him and parts of his crystalline skin was sent flying into the air, his tanned human skin being revealed below it, covered in blood. Ryuzaki grabbed the back of his head and punched him in the stomach again, with the same result; flying shards of crystal and blood. Jayden moved to head-butt him but Ryuzaki beat him to the punch as his face crashed into Jayden’s. He reared backwards and Ryuzaki took the opportunity to roll him over so he was now mounted on top. He pushed Jayden’s head back into the dirt and punched him directly in the face. Lightning flowed into the cracks as they spread across his head and neck but Ryuzaki ignored it as he punched again and again. Jayden’s human face was now revealed, his nose crushed, cheekbones fractured and forehead practically caved in, covered in blood. He smiled, showing missing teeth, and laid spread his arms wide. “You’ve gotten stronger.” He managed in a slur. “So have you.” Ryuzaki replied and then drove his right hand through his chest with his fingers speared, when he felt them touch dirt he stopped. Blood spurt from Jayden’s mouth but his smile remained. “Leave my body here, would you?” he said as his crystalline body fell away to reveal his human form completely, broken bones and all. “Elyssa…will…want it.” His eyes closed and Ryuzaki pulled his hand back, covered in blood. He stood up and flicked his right hand back and forth, getting rid of as much of the blood as he could. “Yeah, I will.” As he stepped away from the body, Ki appeared at his side. “Well, that was messy.” He said, frowning at Jayden’s body. Ryuzaki nodded. “It needed to be; that was me from 10 years ago.” Ki shook his head. “You are a confusing one. Come on, Andrei will want to know where we got to.” With that said, the two Master Vampire’s disappeared. ================================================================================== - Eleanor Pengallion - Ellie had barely entered through the door when a Gateway opened and Elizabeth stepped through, rage permeating of her; along with the lightning. Ellie quickly cast a misdirection spell around her, meaning any stray lightning that flew her way would miss, and then took a seat on one of the sofa’s that were sat in the middle of the room. It was like a living room and it was where Ellie talked to visitor’s she entertained whenever she was staying at the Prideux Estate. With a wave of her hand, Ellie summoned a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt, decorated with a cartoon flame. She hadn’t been to the Estate recently so her clothes were very limited in choice. Gesturing Elizabeth to be patient, which caused another crackling of lightning, Ellie quickly changed, sending her wet clothes into basket in the corner. “Right, so first of all, I have no idea who attacked the Estate. Jinkama summoned me via a tattoo I gave him a couple of years ago; surprising actually, as Jinkama’s not the one to call for back up.” She smiled. “As for Ryuzaki, I haven’t seen him in many years; he didn’t even come to my wedding, remember? The best bet would be to ask Sookie, she’s more likely to know than me.” Elizabeth was still stood up, anger rolling off her. “Would you calm down?” - Zane Pengallion - Zane’s suit was practically dry now and Ellie had still to appear but he made no move to leave Jinkama and Willow alone. He was hanging his jacket on the corner of a free bed when a Gateway opened and Elijah stepped through and watched as Willow puked into a trash can for the hundredth time. He listened to their brief exchange before opting him himself. “Well, that Octavius fellow was a hardass piece of work. But what the hell was your family doing here, Willow?” he waved his own question away and turned to Elijah. “Anyway, I managed to capture one of the attackers…” he raised his right hand and tapped the small diamond embedded under his wrist. “…so we can interrogate her when we’re ready. Also, what happened to Ariel? Ellie said she needs to take a look at Jinkama’s spine, there is some kind of wire embedded there and she was cautious to remove them herself with them near such an important place.”
  8. - Sophia Nurnhurst – “Island A, Island A” Sophia sung as she skipped across to the box Ryuk had indicated was hers. The lid had slid open at some point and she leaned over to look inside. It looked like the inside of a wooden crate; empty except for a bag which she assumed held the objects Ryuk had mentioned in his briefing on their infiltration. She rolled over the edge and into the box, sticking her head up and out to look at the others. “I feel just like a madman in a box! Alonsé!” She leant back and the lid of the crate started to close magically, but she stopped it with her arm and sat up again, her mask changing its expression to that of happiness. “Oh, oh, actually: Geronimo! I much preferred him!” She sunk inside the box again and the lid closed completely. With the lid sealed and the magical enhancements fully activating, Sophia squirmed to get comfy and closed her eyes, recalling the orders Raphael had left for her at her mansion. They were very specific and she’d need to make sure it all goes to plan as soon as her feet were firmly planted on her Island. - Ryuzaki - As he had asked, a spare suit had been left for him on the plane and Ryuzaki had changed into them, discarding his bloodied one. The suit was much like his last one, three pieced, but was closer to grey and he now sported brown shoes. His hair was still tied into a ponytail and he held his cane loosely in his right hand. He didn’t socialize with any of the other members of the party, instead keeping himself to himself near the tail-end of the aircraft, near the loading ramp. When Ryuk came bustling in, changing plans because of an incoming missile, Ryuzaki calmly walked to his box and climbed in, letting the lid shut on itself. As per his instructions, his crate had been made bigger than necessary and he used it to his advantage while he waited for the plane to explode. He undid his waistcoat, followed by his shirt, and stuffed his tie into the inside pocket of his jacket. He then pulled his hair tie free, letting his hair loose, and laid it down his chest. Quickly he pulled his jacket off, followed by his waistcoat, then his shirt and finally he laid his cane at the centre of the clothing pile. He rolled them up and fastened it with the string he had removed from his hair, tying it tight so that there was no way anything could accidently fall out. Then he tied the bundle to his belt and laid back, now bare chested. He felt the explosion through the magical defences of his crate, his enhanced senses helped with that, and then his crate began to free fall; spinning end over end. He counted to three and then with a sudden kick, he dislodged the bottom of his crate and let physics fling him out of the box as it spun. His bag of goodies flew out as well but he paid them no mind as they disappeared into the darkness. The night was cold, not that he noticed or cared, and he reached the apex of his flight quickly, gravity grabbing hold and dragging him downwards. The flames and debris of the plane surrounded him, along with the other crates that held the others, but he ignored them as he adjusted his body and looked down towards the islands below him. His goal was what had been labelled ‘Island C’ and he quickly locked onto it with his eyes of red. Forcing his arms and legs straight, with his bundle flapping wildly behind him from his belt, he shot like an arrow in the direction he wanted. He moved much faster than the boxes, due to his lesser air resistance, and he counted down his height in his head as he fell. When he was clear of the explosion and debris, and the other crates, he opened his arms and legs, slowing his fall slightly, and started to transform. He didn’t turn all the way, there was no need for that, so he focused his energy on his back, just below his shoulder blades. The skin around that area darkened into a leather-like substance and something started growing out of it, twisting and bending until a large pair of leathery wings opened wide to allow the wind to catch it. This meant Ryuzaki was no longer falling and instead had switched to flying. Ryuzaki had noticed the strange flying men that flew in formation but ignored them as they headed to the debris of the plane, and instead silently glided down towards his island. He picked out an area of thick foliage and directed himself to land in it, nothing except the sound of the wind on leaves indicating anything had happened. Now firmly on the ground, Ryuzaki hid his wings away again, taking a couple of seconds to force them back into his human form and untied his bundle from his belt. He quickly dressed, ensuring all was neat and tidy before tying his hair back up and moving through the trees silently. His senses didn’t pick anyone up in the near vicinity but he didn’t take any chances as he picked a direction and started walking; he was sure something would catch his attention soon enough. - Sophia Nurnhurst - The explosion was muted and Sophia couldn’t help but laugh as she felt her crate drop downwards with a sudden lurch. While the crate spun downwards, she could feel the inertia through the magic, she started tapping her stomach in random tunes. In what felt like an age later, her crate hit the water and Sophia felt herself sink and then bob back to surface. The crate corrected itself so that when it opened, Sophia wasn’t the wrong way up. She sat up and looked around as bits of plane hit the water around her, the enchantments on her crate ensuring nothing hit her. The crate started moving towards Island A, her assignment, and Sophia started paddling with her hands; not that she needed to. It took her couple of minutes and then her crate touched the sand of a beach, allowing her to stand up with her bag and jump out of the box. Her mask had returned to its neutral state and it moved slightly towards anger as she booted the crate and it flew back out to sea, sinking quickly. With that dealt with, she pulled Raphael’s letter from her pocket and gave it another quick read. To start with, she would follow the plan as per the alliance, but soon she would need to do her work.
  9. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Eleanor Pengallion - The rain was like being underwater as it thundered down onto the Prideux Estate, lightning crackling above with thunder booming. Ellie rubbed her eyes to clear them of water but it didn’t help as the moment she moved her hand away, they were filled again. She guessed the wards were cleansing the grounds of all the foreign magic the invaders had left behind; ensuring they hadn’t left anything behind they should not have. Ellie looked across to where Zane and the others were, her vision impaired somewhat by the rain, and frowned. She raised her hand, expecting her staff to fly into it, when she remembered her former opponent had broken it. Making a mental note to make a new one later, she locked eyes with Zane and tilted her head back towards where Jinkama and Willow was; the latter limping slowly in their direction. Zane nodded and stood up making his weapons disappear and glancing down at his wounded wrist. Ellie noticed the wrist and as Zane came next to her she took it in her hands. As she had done with Jinkama earlier, she pulled in nature magic and rubbed her fingers over the wound, causing it to seal up as if it had never been there. “Thanks.” Zane said and then continued towards Willow and Jinkama. “No problem.” Ellie said and then turned to follow him. She paused and turned back to Elijah. “Oh, Elijah, would you be as kind as to open a Gateway to the Healing Chamber; I feel both Jinkama and Willow will need a bed.” Elijah looked like he was about to say something but then apparently changed his mind as he raised his hand and a door-sized Gateway appeared next to Jinkama’s unconscious body. “Thank you. I’ll get them sorted and then I’ll meet up with you guys later to discuss what the hell happened here.” Elijah nodded and Ellie turned and walked to where Zane was talking to Willow. She walked past them, paying them no mind, and stopped next to Jinkama. With a wave of her hand, he lifted off the floor on an invisible stretcher and she gestured towards the Gateway beside her. He floated through unobstructed and Ellie followed, calling to Zane as she did. “Come on, Zane, don’t keep Elijah waiting.” ================================================================================== - Zane Pengallion - “Can you walk?” He asked Willow as he stopped beside her. Willow looked completely uninjured, as she normally did after a fight, but Zane knew something was wrong because she was still knelt down where he had left her to go and join Reason and the others. Her arms were hanging limply by her sides and if he looked closely he could see that her whole body was shaking; probably with the effort of keeping upright. Whatever she had done to Octavius, it had taken a toll on her own body as well. “Of course.” She replied and then got to her feet; tilting precariously until she managed to regain control. “Come on then, Elijah’s opened a Gate back to the Estate.” Zane said and gestured to where Ellie had just taken Jinkama. “Jinkama’s going to the Healing Chamber; you should probably go as well.” Zane took a couple of steps towards the Gate and then looked back to see if Willow would follow; he guessed she wouldn’t get far. Willow started to step towards him and then stumbled, catching herself before she actually fell over. Zane watched as she tried a second time and then walked up next to her. “I’m glad your arms are numb; I like the way my head faces.” He said before sweeping her off her feet and into his arms; one arm beneath her knees, the other at her back. “Put me down.” She said but Zane shook his head. “We’ll be here all day if I let you stumble through the Gate yourself. So bear with it until we’re through.” He carried her through the Gate and it closed behind him. They were now in a long room in the Estate; running along one edge was a number of beds, each with medical equipment in cupboards next to them. Although most healing done was magical, sometimes some old fashioned hard work was needed. Ellie had placed Jinkama on one of the beds and was now looking through an ice drawer full of blood packs; useful for Vampires in need and blood transfusions alike. Apparently she found the one she needed because she took it over to Jinkama and hooked it up, ensuring the IV was fully in. When Zane walked in and placed Willow on the bed next to Jinkama she turned to him. “He’ll be conscious soon, but I’ll need Ariel to take a look at the wires in his spine, I don’t want to risk damaging them by removing them with my magic. She’ll have to speak to them.” Zane nodded. “Fair enough; I’m sure they’ll be here soon, Liz looked exhausted.” Ellie nodded in reply as she wiped away the rain on her forehead. “You should go and get changed, I’ll hang here until you get back and then I can get changed.” “Thanks.” Ellie said and then exited the room, heading to the quarters Liz always kept ready for them. ================================================================================== - Octavius - “That fucking bitch!” Octavius screamed into the darkness of the room he was stood in. All that was visible was a rectangle of light that shone through the cracks around the door. “Next time I’ll kill her without hesitation!” The wounds he had received were bleeding profusely but he ignored them as he paced around the room in a circle. “Then I’ll kill that bastard, then the rest of them. I won’t be made a fool of like this!” he screamed again and the door slid open to reveal a feminine figure. She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, hiding Octavius’ wounds from sight. “Calm yourself, son, you are just bringing more shame.” The woman said, her voice melodious and calming. “Shame! That bitch is the shameful one!” Octavius snapped and then held back the next remark he was going to make. “You all brought shame to the Vaunik family this day; you, my mother, and Brink.” The woman said, remaining still even as Octavius continued his pacing. “They failed?” He asked, calming himself from his outburst. “As much as you; apparently the Winter Heroes are more formidable then you imagined.” “Ha! The Winter Heroes were paltry, only Willow got in my way.” Octavius waved his hand dismissively and then grimaced at the pain that bounced around his body. He was glad his mother could not see his expression. “As I warned you before you ran off, do not underestimate them; you barely scratched their surface from what I observed. Just be glad the Master Vampire is occupied with other things.” Octavius didn’t reply to that, he knew that Ryuzaki would have slain him fairly quickly; only his speed would have saved him. “Now I owe our client an explanation and a guarantee that next time we won’t fail as you have today.” The woman said and turned to leave, stopping only when Octavius laid a hand on her shoulder. “I apologise, I have brought shame to the family.” He let go and his mother turned back to him. “Leave Willow to me, I’ll take care of her.” “You will kill who I tell you to kill and no-one else. Now get yourself healed up; I have need of you.” “Of course, Mother.”
  10. - Sophia Nurnhurst – After her roll, of which none of the people in the room appreciated it seemed, Sophia turned around to see the two sound-related representatives standing behind her. They looked mildly shocked so she took a bow and then skipped across to the far side of the room, leaning against the wall. She pulled an elastic band from her pocket and started stretching it around her fingers, creating patterns with it. When the horned one came in, accompanied by his female partner, Sophia smiled. She then completely ignored the medallion wearing man when he entered last. She noticed the fact that the girl with him spoke, she hadn’t heard her say a word before, but otherwise dismissed it. Now, as Erevis’ lackey began laying out the groundwork for the plan, which she guessed wasn’t very solid by the lack of information he provided, Sophia barely registered what he was saying. She instead, kept her focus on the horned one with a small smile on her face. When the second of Erevis’ lackeys walked in, the stoic one, covered in blood her smile widened further and then disappeared when she realised that something exciting had happened without her. Before she could sidle up to the man, the first lackey called upon them and led them back up the stairs and onto the jumbo jet marked in the Fed Ex colours. Once on, the princess and her new best friend entered the cabin while the rest of them were left to stand in the main hold of the plane; along with all the crates that Sophia presumed were meant to be the ones they were going to be stored in. There were some cargo seats bolted to the side of the fuselage and the band of supernatural’s all took a seat, strapping in as the engines wound up ready for take-off. Sophia opted not to take a seat and nearly fell over when the plane suddenly accelerated, bouncing on the rough airfield floor before taking to the skies. Sophia started laughing and then leaped up on top of one of the cargo crates. “Anyone want to be friendly with me then?” She said and all the others looked at her. “Come on, look at me with less of a vacant expression would you.” She laughed again and then waved. “I’m Celia, nice to meet you.” She spoke slowly and on the verge of sarcasm. “Now it’s your turn.” =========================================================================== - Raphael Ginta - The man he presumed to be the Nurnhurst household butler tried to stop him, but Raphael looked at him and he dropped to his knees. Raphael continued down the carpeted corridor until he came to a door that had a picture of a butterfly pinned to it, clearly the product of a child. He twisted the handle and entered into the room, surprised to find it was not childish in any way, except for the mass piles of cuddly toys the girl seemed to have fallen asleep on. Ensuring he didn’t sit on his cloak, Raphael took a seat on the edge of the bed and then rested a hand on the girl’s shoulder. In a heartbeat, the girl and leapt up and out of bed, landing in a crouch next to, looking at Raphael with fear and anger. “Fear not, girl, you recognise me, yes?” his eyes sparkled behind his silver mask and Sisi watched him carefully. “I was with your sister, a few weeks ago, you said you followed me.” Sisi looked scared and then managed to stand up straight, straightening out the dress she had fallen asleep in. “Not you, the big man.” She said quietly, looking down at the floor. “So you didn’t follow me?” Raphael said, frowning beneath his mask. “Ok, how did you follow Vincent?” “Sophia showed him to me once, in a picture.” She moved across to her bedside table and picked up a crumpled photo of Sophia wrapped around Kai’s shoulders, laughing while Kai looked incredibly uncomfortable. “I know then, where he is.” Raphael eyes showed confusion. “Interesting. Do you know where he is right now?” Getting more comfortable with Raphael now she knew he wasn’t a threat, she reached under her bed and pulled out a large rolled map of the world. She moved across to an open end of the floor and rolled it out flat. Then she stared at it and for a second nothing happened. Suddenly, her eyes lit up with white energy and white dots of the same energy appeared on the map. They were of differing intensities and Sisi pointed at the brightest. “Here.” Raphael bent over to look and saw she was pointing at a spot in America where he knew Kai kept a safe-house. “Fascinating. And your sister?” Sisi shook her head. “Can’t.” “Can’t?” Raphael questioned. “Why?” “Her mask.” Sisi replied, reaching across the floor where her plastic one was sitting and pulling it on so it rested on top of her head. “Faces tell me.” Raphael thought and then it clicked. “Ah, hence why you wouldn’t be able to follow me. You need to see someone’s face to track them. It works through photo’s, you’ve just shown me that, what about sketches, drawings?” Sisi seemed to have trouble keeping up with what he had said but got there eventually. She shrugged her shoulders. “Don’t know.” “Let’s try, shall we? Have you got some drawing tools?” Sisi jumped up and ran across to her cupboard, she pulled out a large sketch book and some coloured pencils, running them back to Raphael. He thanked her and lowered himself into a sitting position, resting the book on his lap. He selected the black pencil and within a minute or so, he had a near perfect representation of the stoic faced one who had been with Erevis. “Where is this man?” Sisi took the picture and stared at it hard. As before nothing happened for a second and then her eyes lit up with the white energy. She turned her gaze to the map and the previous points disappeared and were replaced with new ones. There was easily a spot in each country, with some having more than one. The brightest spot was over the Atlantic Sea and Sisi pointed at it. “Here.” She smiled and looked up at Raphael. He stood up and ruffled her hair. “Good, would you care to come with me, Sisi? I can take you somewhere exciting.” Sisi nodded enthusiastically and then rushed to another door in the room which, when she opened it, led into a massive walk in wardrobe. A second later, she reappeared with a large suitcase in her hands. “My, my, it looks like you are all ready to go.” “Sophia told me to have a pack of clothes ready to go at any time.” Sisi replied with her wide smile. “Clever girl, your sister, just call her Celia while in my presence, if you don’t mind.” Sisi looked confused for a second and then nodded her head. “Thank you, come on then, let’s go.”
  11. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Zane Pengallion - Zane cursed as Octavius moved and his own sword pierced Willow through the chest. He had been so careful earlier when Willow had been in the potential crossfire of his pistols. But he knew he had always been less careful when using his sword; he hadn’t trained as much in it lately because he had always had them, instead focusing on his pistols. His lament did not last long however, as he realised he had triggered some sort of trap and a number of blades were flying towards his back; he wasn’t worried, they would barely cut him probably. He was surprised, however, when Willow pulled deep onto his blade and into his chest so she could reach around him to catch the blades in her hand. It was at this point he realised something was strange with the way his weapon pierced Willow’s chest. It moved strangely, like it wasn’t solidly stuck in her flesh, but he couldn’t focus on it when Willow whispered into his ear to forget Octavius. I don’t think so. Zane said just as the crazed assassin appeared with Ellie in his clutches. He snarled, fearing he would go straight for the kill, but realised that he was injured. Zane wasn’t sure when that had happened; he hadn’t seen any of them do anything of any particular danger to the man. Then he focused in on the exact wounds and realised what had happened. Some kind of link between Willow and this Octavius guy? He thought as he noticed the blood pouring from Octavius’ wounds. But no blood on Willow? He noticed, glancing down at the girl. He made his sword disappear, leaving no wound on Willow, and let her drop to one knee; she wasn’t completely undamaged then. With Octavius cursing Willow and apparently unable to act, Zane took the initiative and raised his newly summoned pistol. At first, he was going to shoot the man through the chest, multiple times, then he wondered if that would somehow effect Willow so instead he fired a single shot that pierced him through the shoulder. Nothing happened to him, apart from a surprised look, but Willow cried out as a neat hole appeared in her shoulder. “Sorry.” Zane said and then dropped to one knee beside her. “Sorry again.” And he shot her through the knee. As he suspected, nothing happened to her, but Octavius cried out as a hole appeared in his knee, causing him to let Ellie go and stumble backwards. “You bastard!” he screamed, spittle coming from his mouth. But Zane ignored him and fired twice more at Willow, this time through her stomach. Octavius screamed again as the wounds appeared in his stomach and he managed to throw two straight blades at Zane. The Blades took him in the wrist and blood spurted into the air and he had to make his gun disappear to prevent himself from dropping it. As he did this, Octavius disappeared and his voice echoed around Zane’s head. “The next time we meet, I’ll kill you first; you won’t even know I’m there. Keep looking over your shoulder!” then the voice disappeared and Zane as left with a shocked Willow and Ellie and an unconscious Jinkama. “So this went well.” He muttered as he left Willow to go and take a knee next to Ellie. ================================================================================== - Eleanor Pengallion - Ellie couldn’t think, couldn’t move. One moment she had been looking at Willow and Zane taking on the strange, tall man, and then that man had his hands wrapped around her head in a dangerous manner. She could feel the warm liquid wetting her shoulders and back, and she was scared he had already wounded her despite the fact she felt no pain. Inwardly she cursed and screamed and cried; when Michael had blessed her as a Salamander above Salamanders, she had been elated; after the Winter War, none had survived and this made her the only one recognised in the world at this time since Michael was the only qualified person to name a person as an official fire mage. At that time, taking Michael’s teaching into hand, she had decided she would be more useful, more decisive when battle came to her. She wouldn’t cower from the hard choices or leave the killing to Zane; god knows he had done enough of that for plenty of lifetimes. Now, without doing anything except kill some lackey and heal Jinkama, she was about to die. She breathed heavily through her nose, expecting the killing blow to come any second and was surprised when Zane shot the man behind her; she thought he would be too fast and kill her outright. However, she was released and she fell to her knees, nearly on the verge of tears although she managed to keep them in. Ellie didn’t notice what went on then, the next thing happened was Zane kneeling next to her and resting a hand on her cheek. “Hey, Ellie, you okay there?” she looked up and when her eyes met his, she couldn’t help but smile, the tears that had nearly sprung forth sinking deep again. She nodded and Zane stood up, pulling her with him. “You’re not about to start crying are you?” he said it with a smile and she hit him lightly on the shoulder. “Like hell, Zane.” She pulled away and held out her hand, allowing her staff to fly into it. “Come on, Jinkama needs a blood transfusion of he’s going to be dead anyway. What about Willow?” Zane looked at her with a frown. “I’m not entirely sure, she was linked with Octavius somehow, each’s wounds affecting each other’s; I don’t really get it.” He paused and looked down at his bleeding wrist, but dismissed it after checking it still moved. “She doesn’t seem seriously injured though.” “Well, leave me with them, you go and find Reason and the others; it looks like this attack is coming to an end.” Ellie said and then moved over to Willow. “I’m on it.” Zane summoned his pistols again, and started running across to where he had seen Reason previously.
  12. - Sophia Nurnhurst - The doorway Raphael led them through led them back to his hometown but he didn’t stop to look at anything. As they headed back to the stairs that would lead them back up to the overlooking plateau and the only exit, Sophia couldn’t help but look around and absorb everything she could about the place; she got the feeling she wouldn’t be coming back here for quite some time, if at all. She took in the buildings constructed straight from the stone of the walls and floor, the large open square that housed the fountain, and then stared when her gaze landed on what appeared to be a door constructed out of green emerald. Sophia turned her head back to Raphael and found her leader looking at her from behind his silver mask. He didn’t say anything and Sophia couldn’t help but let out a giggle before he looked away. Kai looked at her with a confused expression but she ignored it as they finally exited the underground city. With the entrance sealed and hidden behind them, they continued down the grassy slope, stepping around the skinny trees and boulders that sat happily in the hard-packed earth. Sophia started skipping enthusiastically when a voice sounded from her right, about 30 minutes away. “Soooophiiiia!” the voice was high pitched and young sounding, like that of a little girl. Sure enough, a second later, such a little girl stepped out from a tree and looked in their direction. “Sophia!” she called out in excitement and started running forwards. Sophia tipped her head to the side, examining her as the girl approached but before she was close enough to speak, Kai appeared in front of her and laid a hand on her shoulder. The girl looked to be about 8 years old; she had pink hair a shade darker than Sophia’s own and matching eyes. Her hair had been styled into 4 pigtails, two at the front, two at the back. A white mask made of plastic was fastened to her face by a thin string that was tied at the back of head. She was wearing a knee-length dress of pale yellow with a brown butterfly design on her chest, and red wellies. Raphael stopped but said nothing but as Kai opened his mouth to speak, Sophia appeared at his side, gripping the hand that touched the girl. The normally placid expression on her mask had cracked and changed, becoming an angry expression instead. Sophia’s body seemed to ripple and Kai found himself flying through the air before he crashed through one tree and came to a stop when he hit a second. Before he had even touched the floor, Sophia’s mask had returned to normal and the rippling had stopped. She looked at Kai with a thunderous expression and then spun around and dropped to one knee in front of the girl. “Sisi, what are you doing here?” She asked, adjusted the bands that held Sisi’s pigtails in place. “and what did I tell you about using my name outside of the house?” Sisi smiled and pointed at Raphael who stood behind her. “I followed him.” Then the smile disappeared and she looked at the floor. “I’m sorry, I do remember what you told me though.” Her voice was apologetic and Sophia smiled beneath her own mask. “And where did you get this?” she moved to remove Sisi’s plastic mask by the small girl grabbed it and hopped away enthusiastically. “Come now, Sisi.” Sisi bounced around and then came to a stop when she bumped into Kai who had walked up behind her. Sophia snarled. “Touch her again, oaf, and I’ll tear your arms off and make you drink what escapes; although you might like that.” She stuck her tongue out and gestured to Sisi who ran back across to her, wrapping her arms around Sophia’s leg. Kai frowned and crossed his arms in front of his barrel chest. “Two questions: who is this girl? And how did she find us? I find it hard to believe she simply followed the boss here.” “What, don’t you see the family resemblance?” Sophia asked and dropped to one knee again to rest her head against Sisi’s, before laughing and standing up again. “She also told the truth about how she got here.” Kai looked over her shoulder at Raphael, hoping for him to say something, but the masked man simply nodded and then started walking again. “Take her home, Celia, and remain there. Wait for your call from Risulka and send me a missive when you are summoned.” he paused and looked over his sholder. "When you get home, you will find a letter sealed by myself, it is for your eyes only. Ensure you do not fail me in this endeavour. Sophia gave a mock salute to him and then stuck her tongue out at Kai as he frowned at the girls again before quickly catching up with Raphael. “Come on, Sisi.” Sophia said and held out an open hand. “Let’s get home, shall we?” Sisi giggled, and then grabbed Sophia’s hand and started dragging her forwards. Some Hours Later, Germany... With Sisi bouncing around her like some demented puppy, Sophia approached the large metal gates and a brisk pace. Without even slowing,the gates swung inwards and the Nurnhurst pair entered the mansion grounds.; without a noise, the gates closed behind them. It took them 5 more minutes of brisk walking before they reached a large turning circle, with a dry fountain at its centre, and crossed it towards the wide staircase that led to a pair of large, ornate double doors. When Sophia's foot touched the first step, the doors swung open and an older gentleman appeared, a look of mild conncern on his face. He stood tall with his back straight and his hands clasped behind his back tightly; he wore dress suit trousers, neatly pressed, under a crimson shirt that he had rolled the sleeves up in. He wore a pair of shined shoes on his feet and an expensive watch adorned his right side wrist. As Sophia approached, Sisi still circling around her excitedly, he ran a hand through his shaggy black hair. "Ah, Lady Nurnhurst..." he said, bowing at Sophia, who jumped the final step to pat him on the head, which he apparently paid no mind to. "I had hoped the young lady had gone to you, since I could not find her." He dropped to one knee and held out his hand, palm up. Immediately, sisi ran over to him and wrapped her arms around him in a quick hug before she nimble climbed over his head and ended up in a piggy back position. The man smiled and stood up, ensuring he had hold of her legs to support her weight. "A letter awaits you in the foyer, Lady Nurnhurst; sealed by the moon's hand." Sophia clapped her hands, impressed as always that Raphael had gotten the letter here before she had arrived, considering that she had taken the fastest route. "Thank you, Simon. Now, Sisi..." she said, directed her gaze at the girl who was bouncing her head back and forth as if listening to music. "...try to cause as much trouble for Simon as you can." A smile appeared on her lips as Simon sighed and the turned away, taking Sisi deeper into the house. Sophia skipped forward into the foyer, the double doors closing behind her on their own accord, and picked up the letter that Simon had left on a polished wooden table in the grand foyer. The red wax that sealed it bore a cresent moon symbol, indicating it was indeed from Raphael. Several Weeks Later, The Order’s Secret Airfield… Sophia stepped onto the large field that housed many aircraft of varying sizes and shapes; including a massive cargo jet stamped in Fed Ex colours. No-one came out to meet her, so she put her hands in the pockets her leather jacket and wandered nonchalantly onto the grass. Getting the feeling something was watching, she glanced around and finally her gaze landed on the cargo jet, which is when she noticed the man stood atop it in his three-piece suit. It took her a second, during which the two stared at each other and Sophia smiled, she recognised him as one of Erevis’ bodyguards; the stoic faced one. She raised a hand a wiggled her fingers in a wave before using the same hand to point to what appeared to be a door that led underground. The suited man didn’t react immediately but when Sophia blew a raspberry in his direction, he narrowed his eyes and inclined his head a smidgen towards the door. Sophia gave an exaggerated bow, spinning her arm multiple times and going low enough her face nearly touched the floor. When she straightened her back, the man’s face had not changed and she couldn’t help but giggle before making her way towards the door. It opened without trouble and led her directly to a set of concrete steps that led into the ground. Sophia shut the door behind her and then took the steps two at a time, turning one corner and leaping down the next set of steps, hitting the floor with a roll and coming up with her hands held wide. The three people already in the large room were looking in her direction, one of them looking ready to tear someone’s throat out. Sophia stood up and waved. “Hi guys, and your majesty…” She used the same tone of voice that Raphael had used when adressing Risulka; except her target was the Winter Princess Ezralda. Sophia recognised the other man who had stood beside Erevis and the other she was pretty sure was a werewolf. “…isn’t this just the best?”
  13. (On behalf of AnimeFreak) -----Erevis----- A man such as Erevis wasn't intimidated by much; ninety percent of the time he was the strongest thing within a one thousand mile radius. A man such as Erevis didn't let anything get the better of him; he had a network of things to keep that from happening. A man such as Erevis didn't worry or let it show; he'd lived to long for that, learned to many lessons. However, when it was just him and the winter Queen in the room, he suddenly felt all of them at once. The others had been dispersed to their respective locations from wence they came, Erevis had even sent Ryuzaki and Ryuk away--telling them to wait at his safe house they previously discussed as their point of withdrawal. The Queen was professional enough not to intimidate him in front his pions, at least. “Remember what we discussed,” she told Ervis, her very presence emitting a pressure so strong it imperativea physical weight was bearing down on his chest--if he was a living being he drew breath, he doubted he'd be able to--“it is imperative that it procedes exactly so.” Erevis, to his credit, did not let even a hint of distress show, despite how badly his instincts were telling him to flee, escape, fight, run, “Yes, Risulka of course. If you could please hand me the summary of intelligence that my spies provided you on the island.” Risulka smiled. The Queen of the Winter Court might as well be called the Queen of Deception. No one had specifically asked her if she knew anything about the island, if she had spies there. For the last four months, during the planning phase of this operation, she had been meticulously gathering data from spies who, with Erevis’ permission, she had possessed and controlled. They were dead to Erevis, full members of the Winter Court now, thus not his spies. Erevis was indeed proud of himself, he misconceived the others so well and so quickly that for a second even he believed he was telling the whole truth. “Could you please, however, provide me with the intelligence reports that, for obvious reasons, you neglected to show me.” Erevis said, careful with his words, he wasn't an asset to Risulka, not yet anyway, so he doubted she would even hesitate to kill him if the slightest disrespect was uttered from his lips, even the stutter of him telling her something, not asking as was proper, “As you can relate, I'm sure, I dislike being the one in the dark.” “Of course,” she responded, reaching down below her seat she pulled out a suitcase. With a wave of her hand it opened and she produced a thick portfolio--filled to the brim with pictures and loose pieces of paper neatly organized, “I trust you'll find everything in order, Erevis. You must be leaving now as I have other things to entertain.” Erevis’ was intently looking over the reports, eyes brimming with excitement, a creepy ear to ear smile across his face. “Oh my,” he spoke to the Queen, she was sitting with her fingers tee-peed in front of her, a look of consternation on her face, “this is much better than I thought or could have imagined. Where is the--” It was subtle, the Queens eyes narrowed and Ervis suddenly found himself frozen to the chair, something about this ice though, it drained him, as if the warmth of his body--somethinf that as a vampire he didn't even have--was being sucked from him. Suddenly he didn't feel Supernatural anymore, he felt like a weak and vulnerable old man. “I told you to leave.” The Queens words were absolute, deadly, terrifying. “Don't you EVER”--her voice boomed harsh and shrill, the force of it breaking the ice holding him to the chair and sending him tumbling across the room, he knew better than to get up, best she think she bested him--”make me repeat myself.” -----Ryuk----- The planning stage was always the easiest for Ryuk, his brain worked several times faster than most so multitasking and the like were simple. In about thirty six hours he had a pretty elaborate plan layed out--many different cogs turning so as to make the machine move. He was done with that now, it was all on paper and being routed up to Erevis himself for final approval; he didn't think hed need it, after about 7 years in his current position Erevis let him for the most part do as he wanted. While he waited, he kicked his feet up on his desk and lit a cigarette. He had a purplosh red glass of ancient wine next to him. He didn't so much inhale the cigarette as he just let the smell linger; something about it soothed him. The wine, though, he drank. His office was small, but he liked it that way--totally off the radar. Each numbered member of the order had their own personal safe house, one that not even Erevis knew about, or so he said; Ryuk knew that that wasn't the truth, Erevis would never let a number completely out of his site. Ryuk considered his special, though. Most numbers had, he assumed, an elaborate mansion or an entire condominium obtained in secrecy. He had a simple two bedroom apartment--bought deep in the south side of Chicago. It wasn't extravagant by any means. It had a modest kitchen, a small living room that barely fit his couch, a love seat, and circular oak coffee table comfortably. One bedroom he used as his office, he had an archaic desk and at least eight different four foot tall filing cabinets attached along the walls. Papers were meticulously organized and stacked on the desk, over thirty pens placed in cups. A hardwired, office-style phone was sitting on the desk as well. It was in this room where Ryuk currently relaxed; awaiting the encrypted phone call with the word to begin preparations. After several hours of Ryuk waiting, the phone rang. Erevis was on the other end, “I'll get word to Risulka to contact the others involved.” A few seconds went by where no one said anything, Ryuk did not like talking to Erevis, “Do be safe, Ryuk, and take care of Ryuzaki. He's very special, you know.” The phone clicked and Erevis was done. Ryuk flipped off the lights and walked out. Erevis’ smug, always in control, voice like a constant reminder to Ryuk, One day Erevis, I'll watch you die. Even if it costs me everything, I'll rip you limb from limb, stare into your eyes until you die. -----Ryuzaki----- Kansas was a pretty miserable state, as far the US was concerned. The land was cheap, though, and that was the primary reason why The Order purchased one hundred square acres of land, completely off the books. The land was flat, too, which was perfect for their fleet of legitimately illegitimate jet air craft. This land was mostly used for launching and landing aircraft discreetly, but on occasion other things went on here, sometimes Erevis rented it out to cult groups who need to perform mass sacrifices involving runes the size of several footballs fields. Ryuzaki was their, a statue in the late night, dressed to impress, a black three piece tailored suit with a purple tie tailorer to his large frame, meticulously shined dress shoes, a diamond tipped cane. His silver hair was pulled back in a slick pony tail. If the normal humans vision was 480p, then Ryuzaki’s vision was 4k resolution. He missed nothing, no detail was to minor, no movement to subtle. He had the eyes of a hunter, body of a man, and strength of a monster. Ryuk had given him a simple enough task, keep watch above ground while he waited for the others to join him in the underground bunker. Ezaralda was already down there, question Ryuk again and again about his plan, ensuring he had every contingency planned for--which, Ryuzaki knew, Ryuk had. The man was a master planner. In a battle of strength, Ryuks body would be in tatters before he was able to remove his stereotypical-mysterious-anti-hero black cloak. Ryuk had stationed Ryuzaki on top of the primary of transport for this evolution; a massive cargo jet, painted to identically match Fed Ex corporate planes of the same make and model. As far as anyone registering the planes IFF signature would know, as well, this is a legitimately owned and operating member of Fed Ex’s corporately owned jets. Ryuzaki was falling asleep, nothing would get past him--nothing ever did. He watched one by one as the chess pieces were organized on the chess board--all promised participants of this endeavor showing up. -----Ezralda----- One thing Ezralda loved about this man, Ryuk she remembered, is that he was just as prepared as she was. Ezralda had been planning for hundreds of years now, down to specific dates and times, just how exactly she would changed the fair and the mundane world. She had a plan, a counter plan, a contingency plan, a fake plan to create disinformation, a fake plan for the fake plan, and then a contingency fake plan. As they sat in he dimly lit, expansive and empty underground bunker, she drilled Ryuk on his plan; again and again and he never skipped a beat, questioned everything. She could tell, though, that this was one man she wanted--needed--on her side. She hated admitting things like this her natural fairy pride got in the way, but Ryuk was just smarter than her. Ezralda looker like she was about to go hiking, currently. She had on a tight shirt that hugged her as if another layer of skin; dark midnight blue in color. She was wearing a pair of pants that were hugged her legs and shins equally as tight as her shirt--these though were black in color. Over it all she wore a heavy winter parka, lined with the white fur of some majestic, arctic, beast--perhaps a wolf, fox or hare. Her curly blue hair was tied back in a loose pony tail and angled in a diagonal from the top of her forehead to just above her her inhuman, feline right eye seemed dull in comparison to her strange right eye--the whole thing black as night, with a feline slit that shined a bright blue in the dimly lit underground shelter. Her soft skin was a porcelain white, perfect and flawless, as if she'd never had so much as a scratch before--a stark contrast to her dark blue hair. Her cheekbones were soft and transitioned into a equally soft angel for her nose. The final touch to her ensemble was a pair of winter boots. It was strange, outside it was nearly seventy degrees Fahrenheit, but yet every time she exhaled her breath showed, as if it were below freezing I'm the room. Despite Ezraldad interrogation, Ryuk didn't seem the least bit perturbed. “Ezralda, I need to make this pointedly clear,” be said, arms folded and leaving against a concrete wall, “the most important part of this plan is that we do things quietly. I would highly doubt they have a detection system running the entirety of each island, however I'm sure they have cameras somewhere. I don't remember the last time I made a plan with a variable as large as that attached to it.” "That makes sense,” her voice gentile and distant, cold even “however the collective ability here is such that I'm not worried about much. We have our rendezvous point established.” She checked off a mental list on her fingers, “we have a well planned timeline of events that could transpire, and in the absolute worst case scenario we will fight our way back together and then leave as a group.” She got to the last finger she had raised and said, “And the island is also in a deep winter right now, so that is nothing but advantageous as we will be in my home element.” Footsteps echoed down the concrete steps, the vibrations bouncing around the massive empty bunker. “Well,” Ryuk said standing up straight, “it appears our team is arriving.” -----Gregory----- “You can’t be serious, Logan!” Gregory was irate, furious over the order given to him to help The Order! “Are you mad?!” He was breathing heavy, growing in-between, and face blood red, “I can't even--” Gregory was knocked back, a flattened nose and blood running down his chin. He wasnt dazed though, he stayed down. Knowing his place in the pack. He was out of line, and he knew that, but dammit Logan wasn't thinking straight. Logan barked, “I don't remember asking you, Beta!” Logan was fierce now, his age, wisdom, and strength bleeding into his raspy blue collar voice, “Are you challenging me, boy? Do you wish to be Alpha?” The small cabin they were in got instantly quiet, Trisha glaring daggers at Logan--silently agreeing with Gregory. “Calm down, Logan--” Logan barked back at her, fierce, “Trisha! Damn it” he was beyond himself, clearly torn. This was not a decision he wanted to make, Gregory could tell, “I can't be calm when our people our on the edge of civil war. We need to be united, respected, and strong.” He lowered his voice, “And if that means playing a little political correctness and trying to help people who don't deserve it, then that's something I think we should do.” “They can't be--” Gregory started but stopped, he had pushed Logan enough. This was not a battle he would win. “Yes, Logan, I understand now. I apologize.” Logan turned and left, obviously frustrated. As he walked out into the neutral North Dakota air he said, “I know this is hard, and a lot, but I asked for you a reason and only because I cannot do it myself. You know as well as I do if I leave things will crumble.” Trisha helped Gregory up, “Go and say goodbye to your wife, Greg.” The rough and strong women very rarely showed affection, “Do not worry for she is in good hands, we are heading back to Alaska tonight. There will be nowhere safer for her than there.” “Alright.” Gregory snorted and spat out blood, his nose had already healed itself. Gregory did not want to do this. He could smell the vampire standing watching, eyeing him as we walked towards the bunker. Come over here and I'll rip your fucking throat out, dick sucker. He kept those thoughts to himself, instead just silently walking forward, the heavy pounding of his boots banging on the carved concrete steps, echoing through the bunker.
  14. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Eleanor Pengallion - With her eyes locked on this new arrival, Ellie heard the body hit the ground beside her but it was only when Willow spoke that she glanced across. She immediately took in Willow and the fact that Jinkama was on his back with a large gash where his throat should be. Willow stated that he was about to die, which Ellie internally agreed with, and then turned to the new arrival and spoke his name. What followed next between Willow, Zane, and this Octavius was a mystery to Ellie as she knelt down next to Jinkama and focused on saving his life. Without touching anything, she ran her hand over the wound slowly, taking in what had happened. The slash wasn’t actually that deep in that it only cut through Jinkama’s carotid arteries and the top layer of flesh in between. Whatever weapon had been used had missed his trachea and the parts in that area; Ellie guessed this had been deliberate to cause a certain effect on the person slashed. Then she sensed magic pulsing from the wound and another sweep of her hand told her it was Jinkama’s own magical energies. Then it dawned on her; whatever Jinkama had done in his own wound was the only reason he was still alive. With both the wound and Jinkama’s preventative methods diagnosed, Ellie got to work in actually healing it and saving Jinkama’s life. First she pushed her fingers into the wound until she felt them come across Jinkama’s barriers. Luckily he had used his first iteration and so it took Ellie less than a second to unravel it and dispel them. With that done, Jinkama’s blocked blood flow spurted into the air in a high arc. He’s going to need more blood after this, I wonder what type he is? A quick barrier spell of her own prevented the blood from covering for her as she took the arteries in her fingers and started kneading her own life force into Jinkama’s cells. It was the most effective method of healing Ellie knew and usually magical based being stayed away from it as if you used it too much, you would die. However, Ellie knew that simply reattaching the severed pipes wouldn’t be dangerous. It took a minute but then colour started to return to Jinkama’s face as the blood flow was restored. With that done, she switched to more conventional healing magic, pulling in energy from the nature around her, and moved her finger over the neck wound as if she was smudging a chalk drawing. The wound closed and Jinkama looked as good as knew, except he was unconscious. Ellie started to turn away, to lend a hand to Zane and Willow when she noticed something sticking out of the back of Jinkama’s neck. She turned his head to the side and found 6 hair-thin wires sticking out of the flesh of the nape of his neck. When Ellie tied to pull them free they didn’t budge an inch. Using her scanning magic again, she followed the wires down and was surprised when she found that they carried on to the base of his pine, intertwining around the vertebrae of his spine. “What in blazes.” She said, looking up towards where Zane and Willow confronted the intimidating Octavius. ================================================================================== - Octavius -- Willow had indeed improved as Octavius didn’t even react when she dashed forward and settled on his shoulders, pulling his arms up and out so he looked like a scarecrow. As she boasted in his ear, rightly so as well, Octavius instead let out a sigh, even as the suited man ahead of him readied an attack. Her lock was good, even he could admit that, but in the time she claimed she had become strong, Octavius had been killing some of the most important and people in the world. Killing them in such a way that no-one had even realised they had been dead for a couple of days. It appears my little sister has forgotten what I am, what she is meant to be. He thought and then turned his head at an angle so he could look at Willow’s face. “Oh dear sister, I’m so proud.” There was no sarcasm to his tone, he was actually proud of her growth. “But I’m going to have to bring you back, in pieces if needs be; do you remember Helsinki? That old couple? What I do to your new friends will be much worse.” Before Willow could answer, the suited man acted and their sibling conversation was cut off. ================================================================================== - Zane Pengallion - Zane didn’t know why his face showed surprise when he lost sight of Willow for a second; she had always been Ryuzaki level of fast when she wanted to. He didn’t know how strong this Octavius was supposed to be, but Zane could tell the man hadn’t expected Willow to catch him in the lock she had on him. This gave Zane a unique opportunity to get in a free attack before things turned sour. He glanced back at Ellie as she worked on the disabled Jinkama and then focused his attention back on Octavius. Time to put an end to this. He thought as he switched out his shield for his second pistol again. He raised them to Octavius’ chest and then lowered it so he was aiming at his lower legs; he didn’t want to accidently hit Willow if Octavius tried to dodge. In a flash, he pulled the triggers on his pistols and four red bars of light shot out and aimed to pierce Octavius through the knees and waist. As the energy neared him, Octavius dropped his gaze from Willow and locked his intense green eyes on Zane. The bolts drew closer and Zane expected Octavius to dodge at any second, but he didn’t and the shots took him through the locations Zane had aimed at. However, they apparently did no damage as Octavius’ form distorted and then faded away; this left Willow to drop to the floor with a hint of surprise. Nothing happened for a second and then Octavius appeared a number of feet away with a smile on his face. Zane instantly fired another 3 shots but the figure distorted and disappeared again. Zane didn’t try to find him and instead dashed forward until he slid to a stop next to Willow, who was still sitting low on one knee. “Who the hell is this guy, Willow? He moves like you?” Suddenly, Octavius appeared above Zane, inverted so their heads were nearly touching. Octavius reached up and moved to grasp Zane’s head in his hands, clearly going to snap his neck with ease. Willow was as fast as ever as she whipped out Zane’s feet from beneath him and dropped him to the floor and out of Octavius’ current reach. As he fell, Zane levelled his pistoled into the air and fired three more red shots; these missed as well and Zane rolled backwards and back up onto his feet, Willow stood in front and slightly to the right of him. Three more thin, flat blades suddenly appeared in Zane’s chest and he looked down in annoyance. He dispersed one pistol and pulled out the blades that lacked blood from around his centre vault storage. As before, the blades were clean and no blood appeared to on Zane’s cloths; the only evidence he had been stabbed the holes in his waistcoat and shirt. Willow looked at him with her blank face and Zane took it to be a question. He shrugged and turned slowly to see if he could pick up some kind of trace of where Octavius had moved to. He dispersed his two pistols and summoned his shield onto his left arm. With that done, Zane dropped to one knee and rested the edge of the circular shield on the ground to his side. “Come on, have at thee.” He said and the iris’ of his eyes shrunk to near pinpricks. ================================================================================== The Realm of the Elementals, Ring of Fire… - Michael Sanderford - Despite is incorporeal form and the fact he was currently in a state of living flame, the feeling stuck Michael as if he was sat back on earth. It wasn’t anything dreadful or anything powerful enough to worry him, but it struck a nerve inside of him. The mass of flame before him seemed to notice his thoughts and swirled around him until it formed into a face that looked like a fox had crossed with a spider. “What is it? What do you sense?” The mouth of the fox-spider hybrid didn’t move but the voice echoed around the area as if shouted at full volume. Michael floated laterally and aimed his own voice at the head of the monster. “Nothing important, father, just something from the human realm.” “The human realm? It has been many years since you have last step foot there.” “It has been 8 years, father, since my last visit on Eleanor’s wedding day. Even then, I only attended since she wanted me to walk her down the aisle.” Michael’s form warped into that of his human body for a second before it returned to its malleable form. “Strange customs, humans have.” The creature said and then smiled grotesquely. “Again, now. And prove to me your worth.” 3 spheres of what appeared to by the purest flame, like 3 suns, grew in front of the creature and Michael’s changing form hovered in front of it. “A pitiful attempt to scare me, father. Now, come.”
  15. - Raphael Ginta - Sticking to the plan he had told his lieutenants, Raphael simply sat and listened to what the other’s had to say. He picked up on the fact The Order seemed to be failing in regards to getting spies onto these new islands and made a mental note of it. If The Order was so inclined to information, Raphael suspected the spy he had killed in his own organisation was with them. He also noted that Erevis had dedicated his two bodyguards as his representatives. Raphael did not know either of them, the one who had tried to whisper to Erevis or the silver haired one whose face and not changed from stoic since he had entered. When the Risulka asked if there was any more queries or concerns, mentioning that the supernatural community should know what was going on, Raphael opened his mouth to speak. He was beaten to the punch by Lisanna, who dedicated the one called Michael and walked off with her bodyguard. With her gone, Raphael jumped in. “I’ll agree to this venture for now. If what Risulka has said is true and this artificial island is to be some sort of prison for the supernatural, then I will gladly assist in changing that fact.” He raised his right hand and Sophia took a step forward so she was level with him. “Celia here will be my liaison in the matter. You may contact her when you’re ready to begin; apparently you know how to do that.” He poised the last words at Risulka, staring at her from behind his mask. He stood up and he felt the power of the truth spell fade away from his body. Raphael then tightened the gloves on his hands by pulling them at the wrist; despite the fact they had not been loosened at any point. He turned on his heel and stepped around his chair, heading for the door that had closed when the meeting had begun. Kai and Sophia stepped in behind him. ================================================================================== - Sophia Nurnhurst - As the man matched her gaze, Sophia held her smile, glad he had not shied away. As their gazes remained locked on each other, the crack on her mask that showed her mouth started to widen and the ends started to rise as if becoming a smile. More, nearly invisible, cracks started to appear on her mask as she was about to really freak the man out. However, Kai glanced at her and she came to her senses. If she did that, the others here might view it as some sort of attack and then things would tumble out of control quickly. Tilting her head back to the correct angle, the cracks disappeared and the mouth-hole returned to its natural state. When Raphael raised his right hand, Sophia got the message and stepped forward, remaining unreadable when he designated her his representative in the matter. This both pleased and disappointed her; on one hand, it meant Raphael truly trusted her power and decision making abilities, on the other, it meant she would likely be separate from him for a time and that was always bad news in her books. She moved her gaze from the pony-tailed man, inwardly cursing that she had had to drop the stare first, and looked at each leader in turn as Raphael showed his displeasure once again that Risulka had desecrated his homeland. When he got up, she dutifully fell in behind him and shot one last glance behind her at her staring contest partner before turning back to Raphael and heading towards the large double doors. She wondered if Risulka would let them leave, or whether she would stop them here. Part of her wanted the Winter Queen to stop them, just to see what Raphael would do.
  16. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    - Zane Pengallion - The two figures had stood up and brushed themselves down and Zane had let them do so without further instruction they not move. When they were both done, they both levelled their gazes on Zane and he couldn’t help but let a small grin slid out. “Now then…care to expl….” He started when the girl’s hands blurred and Zane’s keen eyes picked up a number of thin metal needles flying in his direction. Nearly lazily, Zane used the barrels of his two pistols to knock the needs out of the air before they hit him. Now with no pistol levelled at him, the large, armoured singlet wearing man approached with surprising speed and swung down a tree-trunk of a right arm at Zane’s head. With the needles dealt with, Zane turned and caught the arm on the back of his left forearm and took the weight for a second before pushing outwards and diverting the blow to his side. Using the wrestler’s momentum against him, Zane got both his pistols against the man’s chest and pulled the triggers simultaneously. Blue energy flashed and the man was sent flying backwards, flipping head over heels a few times before coming to a stop. Not that Zane was concentrating on him as he spun and levelled a pistol on where the girl had been standing moments ago. Now, she was flipping over his head and a chain appeared in her hands, extending and catching Zane around the neck. However, with one pistol levelled, the other had been held up and Zane managed to get the barrel between the chain and his neck, stopping it from strangling him. The girl’s falling momentum jerked him backwards and Zane realised that she was now in line with the pistol that was pointed into the air thanks to her chain. He pulled the trigger and the blue bolt shot out and caught the girl in her shoulder, spinning her in the air. The chain came loose and Zane quickly pulled free of it, spinning and levelling both pistols on where the girl was about to land. However at the last second, the girl seemed to change trajectory in mid-air and she started moving sideways. Zane changed his aim and fired off a few shots as the girl started to circle around him; where his shots hit the ground, debris was thrown into the air. As Zane tracked the girl to keep her in his sights, the light died at his side and he glanced left to see the wrestler had gotten back to his feet and was now close enough to attack. Bracing for impact, Zane took a double-handed axe handle blow to his right shoulder but spun with it to avoid most of the damage. As he spun the guns faded away and Zane called forward his circular shield on his left arm and his longsword in his right hand. The wrestler was surprised at the change of weaponry and Zane took advantage by slamming the edge of the shield into the man’s gut. He bent over with a gasp for air and Zane quickly swung upwards with his sword and sliced into the man’s face. The blow was shallow but an arc of blood was sprayed into the air and the man’s head was flung back. Zane spun quickly and sliced the man across the belly; his superior sword cutting through the man’s armour like it was butter. The wrestler cried out and grabbed at his belly but Zane jerked forward and caught him in the bridge of his nose with his shield edge. Back the wrestler’s head went again and Zane stepped forward and sliced the inside of the wrestler’s right knee, then circled around him and sliced the outside of the wrestler’s left knee. The man dropped heavily to his knees and Zane cut a large gash into his back. On the peak of the rotation he used to cut the man’s back, Zane saw the weighted end of a Kusarigama weapon flying at him from the hands of the girl; the source of the chain from earlier. In record speed his sword and shield disappeared and his two pistols took their place. One shot the weight from the air, knocking it into the floor where the girl quickly pulled it back to her, and the other shot the man in the back of the head with a blue bolt, causing him to face plant into the dirt. The girl was quick on her feet and closed the distance between them quickly, aiming a slicing attack with the sickle part of her weapon. Zane swayed backwards to avoid the blade and fired up at her face. Impressively she dodged the attack with a jerk of her head and spun to send the weight and chain to hit him in the chest. Zane rolled forward, under the chain and past the girl and as he rounded his pistols on her, Ellie’s voice appeared in his head. Try to take one of them alive, would you? We need to find out who they are and how they managed to get in here without the wards working. Zane didn’t reply, simply sending an affirmative noise as he rolled past another spinning attack by the girl and was surprised when she dodged his shots once again. He snarled but it was drowned out as the wrestler roared and appeared behind Zane. Having enough of the man, Zane pointed one of his pistols at him and pulled the trigger twice. Instead of the normal blue bolt, two red bolts fired off and pierced the man through the chest; leaving two holes where the man’s heart had used to be. While he had done that, the girl had jumped into the air and sent her sickle spinning towards him, chain in tow. Zane easily dodged the blow and with a quick switch to his sword and shield, he tangled her chain in his sword and pierced it into the ground, forcing the girl towards him by standing on her chain and jerking her forwards. The girl threw some more needles mid-flight but Zane blocked them with his shield and when she was within range he slammed the edge into her spine and knocked her to the floor. She screamed and Zane hit her again, shattering a vertebra about halfway up her back. As she cried out again, the pain clear in her voice, Zane forced a foot under her chest and kicked upwards, giving him room to grasp the girl around the throat. He lifted upwards and as he did so, the girl seemed to digitize before disappearing completely. Zane pulled his sword free from the ground, letting the Kusarigama fall to the floor and then switched the sword and shield back to his pistols before turning and looking to see where Ellie had gotten to. ================================================================================== - Eleanor Pengallion - The soldier in front of her screamed as the fire engulfed him and then stopped when he realised that the fire seemed not to affect him. Ellie smiled and let out a small chuckle before waving her hand and making the flame disappear. “Come now, why would I want to kill you when you have to answer my questions?” She chuckled again and the soldier replied by raising his rifle and firing a burst of rounds. Ellie, anticipating the attack, fell backwards to avoid the bullets and then continued the flip, placing a hand on the floor for stability and ended up on one knee with the hand still pressed firmly against the ground. She looked up and the ground began to freeze until a long path of it was between her and under the soldier’s boots. Another burst of rounds fired off but Ellie rolled to dodge them and raised her hand to send a blast of force into the soldier’s chest. He took a step back to steady himself but it slipped on the ice and he ended up on his back. As he struggled to get back to his feet, Ellie appeared next to him and placed the base of her staff on his neck, balancing on his Adams apple without any real force. “You are clearly outmatched, my friend, how about you give up and we can have a nice chat?” The man snarled and managed to spin, using the ice to his advantage, until he had wrapped his legs around her staff in an MMA style movement. Before Ellie could react, he had braced and her staff broke in two places. She stepped back with a noise of indignation and cursed. “I liked that one.” She said as the soldier scrambled to his feet and levelled his rifle at her. However, they were close enough that Ellie simply stepped forward and clasped a hand around the barrel of the weapon. Immediately it started to heat up and even before the solider could drop the weapon it melted into a puddle of molten metal on the ground. Trained as he clearly was, the soldier quickly dropped his hands and drew a pistol that had been holstered on his belt. Ellie however, placed both of her hands on either side of his face in a gentle caress. Instantly swirling lines of green started to cover his face, coming from her hands. “I’ve just poisoned you, so you know. Naturally, I’m the only one who can cure it. So, how about that chat?” The Solider replied by placing the muzzle of his pistol to her chest. Ellie sighed and grabbed the pistol, where it started to vibrate before falling apart into its component pieces. The soldier looked surprised but quickly drew a knife and jabbed it forward. Ellie blocked it with her hand, allowing the blade to pass through the palm of her hand until it stopped. Ellie pushed lightly on his chest and in his surprise, the solider let go of his knife and watched as Ellie lifted her hand and held it in front of her face. “Ow.” She said before pulling the blade free and throwing it behind her, keeping her gaze on the blood that was now dripping from her hand. As both Ellie and the soldier watch the blood drip, he suddenly wavered and dropped to one knee. “Did you forget my poison, my dear?” she said and lowered her hand to look at him. “Just agree to talk to me and I’ll cure it.” The soldier grimaced and shook his head from side to side. “Seriously?” she asked and he nodded. She sent a quick psychic message to Zane, telling him to capture one of his, and then looked down at the soldier who was looking at her as if waiting for something. “oh…” she suddenly said. “You think I’m going to save you regardless? Because I’m on the side of ‘good’?” She chuckled and patted the man on his fiery red hair. “Poor boy; I haven’t been that naïve for a long time. Nighty night.” The man stared at her as froth started at his lips before he collapsed forward, dead. “Well, shit.” Ellie said and linked back to Zane to ask whether he had managed to capture one. When he confirmed he had, she smiled. “Well, at least we’ll have one to question.” She said before walking in Zane’s direction. ================================================================================== - Jinkama Ryukin - Both left-hand and right-hand struck simultaneously with their blades but Jinkama quickly deflected both of them and delivered a double blow to each of their faces, forcing them backwards. They struck again and Jinkama blocked again before countering again. Well, it seems the joints really are the weak spots. He thought as he knocked left-hand’s blade away and stepped in to catch its sword elbow. He gripped tightly and rotated suddenly and the joint popped out of place. Right-hand swung in and Jinkama hopped back to avoid the blow and dropped to one knee to strike at Right-hand’s right knee and popped it out of place with an expertly placed knuckle punch. Noticing that Jinkama was planning, the two samurai started attacking more ferociously and with more speed. Left-hand had switched sword hands so Jinkama got confused which was which as they switched positions and attack relentlessly. However, he knocked each attack away and in between each of the attacks he managed to get in and dislocate the other arm on Left-hand and Right-hand’s non sword arm. Suddenly the two withdrew from close quarters and Jinkama nearly fell over from the sudden change. They both look at him and Jinkama imagines their expressions behind their masks. Then, without warning, they turned to face each other and pierced each other’s chests with their swords. Jinkama actually jerked back with surprise and then shook his head in disappointment. “Seriously? I get the guys who chicken out and kill themselves instead of fighting to the end?” He sighed dramatically and turned around to head back to the Estate and Cern and Elijah. However, before he had taken more than three steps, a noise behind him made Jinkama turn around. The two samurai seemed to take liquid form and slammed into each other, swirling around until they formed one single fighter. It still wore their armour, if with more plates, but it now sported four arms and four glowing blades. Jinkama’s smile spread from ear-to-ear. “Oh, no, this is much better!” he said and charged forward. The super samurai went on the immediate attack and started a lightning fast series of attacks. Jinkama could still block the blades, they seemed not to have changed despite doubling in number, and so he knocked the attacks away until he was back in ultra-close range. With a quick series of grabbing attacks of his own, he had dislocated the super samurai’s four arms and they hung limply by its side. With a sigh of disappointment, he took a stance and delivered a powerful blow to his opponents open chest, caving in the armour and sending it flying backwards where it came to a stop lying on its back, finished. “Bloody weaklings.” Jinkama said and brushed invisible dust from his hands. For a second he felt something brush his arm and as he turned to see what had happened, it felt like someone had tugged the floor out from under him as he was sent tumbling through the air. He landed back on the ground in a heap and quickly got back to his feet. Jinkama spun around quickly, trying to see what had happened but he felt something brush across the back of his ankle and once again, he was sent tumbling through the air. This time, Jinkama managed to adjust himself and landed on his feet. “Ok, ass wipe, fight me like a warrior!” he shouted when a presence suddenly appeared behind him. He tried to turn around but something prevented him from doing so. “Oh dear mage.” The figure said, his voice light and jovial. “I hear you’ve been inappropriate with my little sister.” Before Jinkama could answer he felt something run across his throat and suddenly something warm and wet started to stream down his chest. He looked down and saw the redness and could only make one conclusion; this was his blood. In his shock, his golden skin returned to normal and he fell to his knees. “Don’t be mistaken, little mage. I did not come here to fight you; I came here to kill you.” Without a sound the figure disappeared, Jinkama only aware because he was now free to move. Not that he could with his throat cut and his blood leaving his body at an extreme rate. Thinking as fast as his blood deprived brain could go, he raised his right hand and a translucent aura appeared over his index finger and thumb. He took a deep breath and jammed the two fingers into his wound. The pain shook through his body but he ignored it as he found the end of the arteries the figure had cut and created a tiny aura over the severed ends, thus stopping the blood flow. This would only slow his death, however, as his brain was soon going to run out of the oxygen his blood provided it. 3 minutes probably, 4 since I’m so awesome. Was his last thoughts before he fell face first into the ground and the blackness took him. ================================================================================== - Zane Pengallion - Zane and Ellie hadn’t split up too far so they had met back together merely minutes after they had finished with their opponents. They stood close to each other and were discussing what was going on. “How is it possible for them to be within the wards with no repercussions?” Zane asked, all his weapons in his vaults. Ellie shook her head. “This is all very strange. However, with the prisoner you captured, we should be able to get some answers very soon. Let’s make sure everyone else here is sorted and safe though.” It was at this point she realised it was raining and looked over to a flash of lightning. “That’s no Prideux lightning, is Reason here?” Zane shrugged. “That makes it likely. Should we go see what she’s up to?” “I’ll head to her, you head to the main entrance, I sense Elijah and Cern in combat.” Ellie said and the two touched hands before starting to walk off. However, before Zane had taken more than a single step, something brushed his arm and he suddenly felt himself flying through the air, head over heels before he crashed into the ground. He heard a light cry and saw that the same thing had happened to Ellie. What the…? He thought as something brushed his right leg and once again both he and Ellie were flung into the air. As he tumbled, as if the ground had been pulled from under him like a rug, he glanced around and his keen eyes notices something attached to his leg where he had felt the light brush. When the pair landed in a crash, he glanced at Ellie and saw the same thing on her left arm. This time he felt nothing but the two of them were flung into the air for a third time. This time, however, Zane guessed what he was looking for and he summoned his sword into his right hand. With a twisting motion, his sword flashed quickly and he cut through what appeared to be super thin wires that were attached to him where he had felt whatever touch him. As they started to descend, Zane sliced across where he could see them attached to Ellie. No longer being pulled, the two of them managed to align themselves and land without trouble. Ellie with a plume of air before gently landing on the floor, and Zane with a heavy thud onto his feet. Before either of them could move, Zane felt the brush again but this time he immediately sliced through the wires on both him and Ellie before they were sent flying. Without a word, the pair spun back-to-back and started searching to see what was attacking them. In a blur of motion, a tall figure appeared before Zane, clapping slowly. He was taller than Zane by nearly two clear feet and was as thin as a stick, with a pointed chin and high cheekbones. His black hair had been styled into dreadlocks that hung to his chin and he had green eyes that seemed to reflect the light. He was wearing a pair of black suit trousers with a black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbow, and his feet were bare. A rough brown poncho was resting on his shoulders. “To think it would be the experiment that would see through my tricks.” The man said, his voice mocking. Zane snarled and his sword and shield combo disappeared and he switched to his guns, firing off two red bolts instantly. The man didn’t move and the bolts seemed to bend around him and disappear into the distance. He tilted his head disapprovingly and shook his finger. Zane started forward but Ellie caught him by the wrist and he felt something pass over his entire body. “I’ve cause a slick spell; he shouldn’t be able to attach those strings to us anymore.” She said and Zane nodded. Suddenly a long flat blade, like that from a Stanley knife, pierced his chest about an inch to the right of his central vault storage device. He looked down and frowned as Ellie gasped. Zane made his left gun disappear and pulled the blade free of his chest, revealing it had no blood on its surface and none was leaking from the apparent wound. He threw the blade to the ground and summoned his shield. The man watched him with a strange twinkle in his eyes. “This next time he attacks, I’ll end this.” Zane said with a snarl as Ellie readied herself behind him. “Good, I’ll provide backup; like old times.”
  17. - Raphael Ginta - Raphael looked at each person as they entered, flanked by the guards of their choice. He burnt their features into his memory, fulfilling the promise he had made to his own guards. Out of the eight gathered organisations, Raphael knew only the Fae and The Order, although it was the first time he had seen the faces of their leaders. The others he was not aware of but knew that if the Queen had called them here, they were pretty big players in the world at that moment in time. Raphael had ended up with Lisanna of the Summer Fae on his left and an old man that looked like he was about to collapse at any point on his right. He didn’t know what organisation he was leader of but presumed it to be music based judging by the treble clef carved into the back of his chair. The heat that came off Lisanna was nearly unbearable but Raphael knew that his two subordinates would be having more trouble with it then he was; temperature had always been a very minor irritation to him, regardless of its extremity. Once everyone had arrived, Lisanna causing a minor ruckus when she noticed another Summer Fae in the room that wasn’t with her, Raphael remained silent and kept his gaze on Risulka. As things progressed, Raphael was not impressed when it was revealed some kind of truth spell was to be instigated in the meeting; especially if it forced an individual to answer a question directed at them. He took solace in the fact that the same spell meant the people there couldn’t go off topic and gain answers on other things while everyone had to speak truthfully. As the droplet of blood moved towards him, Raphael considered for a second repelling it, he most likely could, but decided against it; there was no reason to cause a ruckus so early on. It pressed against his silver mask, but Raphael could feel the energy seeping into his body. The pulsing headache caused by the string around his head rose steadily with each condition set upon them and Raphael couldn’t help but grimace at the pain; he was glad his mask hid his expression. He felt Sophia move behind him but she stopped at a signal from his hand; clearly she could see he was in pain and would do anything to remove him from it. When the spell vanished, taking the pain with it, Raphael let out a controlled breath and settled in for a meeting the Winter Queen clearly thought to be incredibly important to induce such magic. The explanation of Nirvana and its associated islands was quick and concise, and with Erevis’ input, filled with surprising detail. Of course, Raphael was aware of the creation of an artificial island but had no idea to their purpose. To find out that the humans intended to confine the supernatural elements of the world to it was somewhat of a shock. How did they intend to force those who did not want to go? That aside, Raphael watched with interest at the clear relationships these powerful individuals had. I wonder if they ever even considered me a threat? Or even considered me before Risulka invited me to this meeting? No matter, for now I shall remain silent and take in as much information as I can. - Sophia Nurnhurst ­- The heat coming off Lisanna, who was to their right, was a pain and Sophia was glad she could not perspire. Everything happened so quickly after that that Sophia couldn’t keep up, only moving at one point when it was clear Raphael was in pain; during the truth spell activation. However, he waved her away surreptitiously and Sophia was glad when the pain obviously disappeared. She glanced at Kai, noting the sweat on his forehead, and knew that while she had been concerned with their leader, he had kept his gaze on the other guards in the room, ensuring they weren’t about to try something while the leaders were occupied. Clearly they had been as shaken as the Crescent moon members as Kai looked content; almost smug. Six islands? Six people to investigate them? That math doesn’t make sense. Sophia thought, glancing at others while keeping an eye on the back of Raphael’s head. While she was looking around, she locked eyes with the male bodyguard of the organisation that was sat opposite them on the table. He had a stern face and long hair that seemed ready to burst from the ponytail he had it styled in, a medallion was hung around his neck. While keeping her eyes locked on the man, Sophia tilted her head to the side and smiled beneath her mask. Her mouth was barely visible through the cracked smile shape on her mask and Sophia wondered what he thought of her with her hair, eye, and mask combo.
  18. The Demon Horde OOC (Open to all!)

    Due to commitments to our other RP (These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies) I will be putting this RP on Hiatus until we are all done with that. If anyone still wishes to join at a later date, make a mention of it here and I'd be happy to boot it back up. Ta ta for now.
  19. This here RP is open to any and all who are interested! The Story So Far... For the last 3000 years, Demons have been invading earth in an attempt to take control and reign supreme. In all of this time, they have never been successful and this is down to an organisation known as The Order of the Divine. The Order of the Divine is made up of humans, known as Divines, who have the ability to channel magic; a universal energy that is wildly effective at slaying Demons. They have been protecting Earth for all this time, but as the strength of the Demons increased, the Divines have been slowly dwindling in numbers. 20 years ago, the one particular Demon orchestrated an attack so devastating that The Order was reduced to a mere handful; it only took the Demons 4 years to take full control of the planet. Now, there are only three Divines left alive: Michael, Gabriel, and Lisa. As the last surviving members, they went into hiding and bided their time until the oppurtune moment arrived. Their original plan was to locate more magically attuned humans and induct them into The Order. However, they soon found that the Demons had already hunted down and killed many of them. So they came up with a different plan, a more modern one. Professor Jacob Carnak is a brilliant scientist and inventor that works every day of his life to find a way to destroy the Demons for good and take the Earth back into human hands. He has managed to develop weapons of immense strength, and trained users capable of wielding these weapons, but he still couldn't find anything to kill the stronger Demons. Then he came across The Order, or rather they tracked him down. Using the Divines' knowledge and power, Professor Carnak invented a magically enhanced machine that allowed him to amalgamate magic and technology; two previously incompatible existences. Using this new machine, he created weapons he called 'Magitech', strong enough to kill any Demons they came across. The Divines and Professor Carnak trained new people, new warriors, to wield the Magitech and take the fight to the Demons; they became known as Diviniters. This is where we all come in. We will be newly trained Diviniters who can wield the Magitech and have been charged with the duty to slay the Demons and take back the earth! A few definitions below, so read on! Magitech - Weapons created by Professor Carnak to combat the Demons. They are a mixture of magic and technology and can be of any size, shape, form, function and anything else; it is entirely up to you! Professor Jacob Carnak - Jacob is the Q (you know, from James Bond) of this RP. His job will be creating and maintaining the Magitech as well as inventing cool, smaller gadgets for anyone to use. The Divines - Michael, Gabriel, and Lisa are the sole users of Magic left alive in the world. They will act as mentors to the Diviniters and train them in one-on-one combat, teamwork, and anything else that comes up that isn't technology based. World State - The world was as it was today before the Demons took over. Think apocalyptic and hell-like; Demons aren't as civilised as Humans after all. Official governments no longer exist, although small pockets may still exist. The main militaries of the world were destroyed during the Demons campaign, but of course, remnants are sure to still be in hiding. The Demons - Ruled by a stone cold badass known as Sarketh, the Demons are like organised barbarians. They are ranked in strength from 1st Ring to 7th Ring, 1st being the weakest, 7th being the strongest. Only 2 of the 7th Ring are known to exist. 1st Ring - These are the low level thugs of the Demons. They can be taken out by standard human weapons if they are hit enough times. They are the least powerful and least threatening and make up for that by attacking with sheer numbers. 2nd Ring - These are slightly tougher and can withstand most levels of small arms fire. They are generally only injured by heavy machine gun like the .50 cal. 3rd Ring - Tougher still, these guys are completely impervious to small arms fire and pretty resistant to larger calibers. These Demons are best taken care off with explosives or tank/artillery shells. 4th Ring - Normal Humans can't do much against these monsters. When they were still available, airborne missiles were the best bet against them. 5th Ring - The bigger ICBM was the only way to take down one of these bad boys. With none of these available anymore, Human's run in the presence of these Demons. 6th Ring - A nuclear attack was theorized to have been able to kill a Demon of this level but it was never achieved. No other weapon was effective. 7th Ring - Pretty much immortal and invincible as far as the Humans are concerned. Most people give up merely at the sight of one of them. So far, only two confirmed 7th Ringers exist on Earth. Any queries, questions, or anything, give us a shout and I'll do my best to answer them!
  20. Unknown Location… The cavern was massive from one end to the other with a ceiling so high it was impossible to see it without directing a very strong light at it. The cavern was like a large bowl and buildings in the shape of cubes had been carved from the very rocky surfaces of the walls; the varying sizes depicted their various uses. They started high up in an outer ring and moved inwards and downwards until they reached a flat plaza where a large fountain showered water at its centre. The only entrance to this underground city was a pair of large double doors set into a raised balcony that looked down onto the plaza; a set of stairs following the wall down on each side. Three figures were stood on this balcony, apparently surveying the silence that filled the empty space. One figure stood in front of the other two, standing with a straight back at average height. The figure on his right was a petite girl while the figure on his left was a monster of a man over 7 feet tall. Raphael Ginta was the man of average height, standing tall with firm muscles and years of practice. He had black hair cut down to an inch in length and curiously orange eyes that appeared to shine in the dim fiery light. The rest of his face was hidden behind a mask of silver, crescent moons etched into its surface; the mask sported holes for eyes and nose but lacked the space to show his mouth. He wore a tight fitting turtleneck of black, black cargo trousers fastened by a black fabric-based belt, and black combat shoes. Thin black gloves covered his hands and a wide collared cloak rested on his shoulders; it, too, as black as the night sky. He was stood at the edge of the balcony-like protrusion of rock and stared out across the city in silence. Eventually the monster figure to his left stepped forward slightly to speak. “Boss? What are we going here, where is this place?” He asked, his voice deep and menacing to match his appearance. Kai Vega intimidated most people with his voice when paired with his height of over 7 feet and the fact he was nearly as wide with boulder-like muscles. He wore a custom tailored suit, since no off-the-shelve number was ever going to fit him, of dark grey and paired it with a white shirt and black tie. As with Raphael, his feet were adorned with comfortable combat boots, black in colour. Held under his arm in a holster was a gun metal desert eagle, looking small in comparison to him, and hanging from the right side of his belt by a loop was a deadly looking axe. The weapon was constructed entirely out of a steel alloy with intricate carvings up the shaft. The crescent moon blade gleamed and flickered in the light, and a 2 inch spike was mounted on its opposite side to balance the blades weight. “This…”Raphael said “…is where I was born; it is my home.” Kai’s eyes widened in surprise but the petite girl to Raphael’s left actually gasped and stepped forward to get a better look at the silent city. “Oh, your birthplace, your hometown, where you came from.” She said with admiration in her voice. Compared to Kai, Sophia Nurnhurst was a dwarf with her small stature. She made up for this lack of stature by standing out with bright pink hair, pulled back into four separate ponytails on the back of her head, and vivid green eyes. She sported a tight black t-shirt over a very nearly flat chest, white leather trousers, and white combat-styled boots; Sophia also wore a matching white leather jacket. A leather belt system around her waist held two large revolvers to her thighs and a pair of roman gladius’ on the back of her waist. Finally a plan white mask, sporting eye and nose holes similar to Raphael’s mask and a cracked mouth that ran from edge to edge and moved when she talked, covered her face. The skin around the edges of the mask was red as if the thing was grafted to her face, which it was. “Yes.” Raphael continued, ignoring Sophia’s admiration. “A place that only I know is here.” “Boss?” Kai said, sensing something about to burst from his leader. “So, my lieutenants, would you care to explain to me…why the Queen of the Winter Fae herself…contacted me…and told me to come here!” he screamed the last words, his body shaking in anger. “A place, only I should know exists!” he continued screaming, breathing heavily through his nose when he finished, and continuing to stare out across the city. Neither Kai nor Sophia said anything for a second before Kai spoke up. “You saying we’ve got a snitch, boss?” his tone indicating they wouldn’t have the problem for very long. “No, Vincent, a snitch would indicate that they are leaking information known only to the organisation. This is information, known only to me!” He spat the last word. “And I didn’t tell him!” he roared. Raphael took a couple of deep breaths and controlled himself. “What we had, Vincent, was a spy.” Both lieutenants picked up on the past tense. “’had’, boss?” Kai asked. “Yes. Fortunately I have already dealt with the situation.” Raphael replied. Kai frowned and then a look of realisation appeared on his face. “The massacre at St Conrad…that was you.” Kai nodded to himself. “I should have realised, the state of the bodies was a dead giveaway.” “Yes, St Conrad is the only place a spy could have infiltrated, so I killed them all to be sure. Afterwards, we will kill all the commanders and replace them with members of my choosing, using my methods.” “’after’, boss?” Kai questioned. “Oh…” Sophia chipped in. “…what did she tell you, what did the Queen tell you?” She spoke quickly and in excitement. “I have been invited to a meeting…” Raphael said calmly, having regained his composure. “…with the most powerful organisations on the planet.” “Yes!” Sophia screamed and air-punched enthusiastically. “They finally realise how powerful you are, they recognise your strength!” “Yes, Celia, and since I was trying to keep a low profile in such things, that is nothing to boast about.” His voice was clipped and Sophia immediately quieted down. “However, this is a rare opportunity; I will not pass up the chance to see the faces of the creatures that run this world. I will burn them into my mind and then know who I need to kill when the time comes.” “Oh, oh…” Sophia started jumping up and down on the spot in excitement. “…you can kill them all at the meeting. Get it all done and over with in one fell swoop!” Raphael spun around in a snap, his cloak whipping around him, and his look silenced Sophia as his words had earlier. “You think me some kind of deity, Celia.” He said without a hint of question in his tone. “I admire you for that. But knowing when you are outmatched is also part of being strong. Even I couldn’t kill them all at once.” He could see the disappointment in Sophia’s eyes and laid a hand on her shoulder. “But I will kill them…on my terms.” Her eyes lit up again and Raphael released her to turn and face the city again. “We will go to this meeting, I will listen to what the prattling whore has to say, memorise their faces, and then we will leave and I will continue with my plans. Come.” Raphael turned and started heading down one of the staircases that led to the plaza, his two lieutenants in tow. “I expect you to say nothing and react only to a physical attack; you should hold no stock in what they say, no matter what it is.” “Of course, boss.” Kai said as Sophia nodded her head enthusiastically. “Now, her majesty told me that I just needed to walk through one of these doors and it would take me to the meeting place. ================================================================================== Another Unknown Location… The boots the Crescent Moon members wore made no sound on the white marble floor as they entered the grand arena where the meeting would take place. Raphael gave no indication the décor impressed him and walked forward to a high backed wooden chair that had a crescent moon carved into the back. He took a seat without a word and Kai took up position on his left, his face as stoic as ever, while Sophia took up position on his right, her mask failing to hide the wonder in her eyes. Raphael swept his gaze across the others in the room, momentarily locking eyes with all of them for a second before moving on and eventually finishing on the Queen herself. He leant back in his chair and crossed his right leg over his left. “Just so you know, your majesty…” The title dripped sarcasm but Raphael made no attempt to hold it back. “…one day.” He said and then swept his gaze across the room again, feigning knowledge in who the people before him were, despite the fact he did not.
  21. Sweetness in everything! I'll write up my post and get it up tonight. Just to check I'm reading it right, the Winter Queen called the meeting, right?
  22. So here are the CSs for my current active characters: The Past: Name: Sophia Narnhurst Codename: Celia Gender: Female Age: 22 Rank: Right Lieutenant Appearance: Sophia is petite but solid, sporting bright pink hair tied into four ponytails that hang down her back. She has vivid green eyes that match her hair in brightness. Sophia wears a tight fitting black t-shirt, white leather trousers, and white combat-styled boots. She also wears a white leather jacket. A custom built harness holds her pistols to her thighs and her swords in a cross shape on the back of her waist. The plain white mask that is her curse is permanently grafted to her face. Abilities: Her abilities are gifted to her by a cursed mask and alter the physical makeup of her body on a genetic level. She currently has four modes she can access, each mode being marked by the emotion the mask contorts into. Anger – When the mask’s facial features represent anger, her muscles and size bloom as if she were on some kind of steroids. Her strength is proportionate to her size, as is her invulnerability. Happy – When mimicking Happiness, the mask gives Sophia a rubbery constitution that can bounce off a blunt attack and makes it impossible for her to break her bones or suffer blunt force trauma injuries e.g. bruising, muscles tears, sprains etc. Sad – When the sadness expression shows, Sophia can harden her skin to above-steel levels, but it does hinder her movement if she converts her joints. Surprise – When in surprise, her mask gives her the ability to separate her limbs at the joints. She can freely control these limbs within a certain space around her body. Weapons: Sophia carries two .44 revolvers and two gladius’. Other: Is in love with Raphael but will never admit that to anyone. The Future: Name: Zane Pengallion Age: 34 Gender: Male Species: Bionic Human Appearance: Zane is of average height with sharply defined muscles. He has black hair cut to a couple of inches in length and swept backwards over his head, and he has dull bronze coloured eyes. Zane now tends to wear three-piece suits of varying colours with matching shirts and ties. There are two small red diamonds embedded below each wrist and a large one in the centre of his chest. Powers: Zane has been upgraded with state-of-the-art bionics that gives him advanced speed, strength, agility, senses etc. He also has space-altering technology implanted in him that allows him to store objects away into a personal dimension, separate from the normal one. He has five of these and can store two objects in each one. Weapons: Various weapons and objects stored in his Vaults. Vault 1 – Firstly, A hand-an-a-half longsword with the handle wrapped in black leather. The guard is a straight cross and along with the housing is silver; the blade is as black as night. Secondly, a large circular shield constructed of silver and decorated with a raised four-pointed star at its centre, coloured black. Vault 2 – A pair of silver pistols constructed to look like desert eagles. They fire generated rounds of pure energy, capable of cutting through steel or simply being concussive, depending on Zane’s mood. Blue energy for concussive, red for deadly. Vault 3 – Firstly, a long trident with a silver haft and black blades; the blades are sharpened on both the inside and the outside. Secondly, a silver staff as long as he is tall; for use as a non-lethal weapon. Vault 4 – Empty; uses it to store things in emergencies while in battle. Vault 5 – A magically enhanced bio-suit that sky rockets his physical attributes and makes him immune to magic in nearly all its forms as well as giving him 360 degree vision. Other: Zane proposed to Ellie shortly after the fall of Ezralda; they married at the Prideux Estate and then moved to England after buying a mansion with his late father’s fortune. Name: Eleanor Pengallion Age: 33 Gender: Female Species: Human Witch Appearance: Ellie is short in stature with a modest bust and lithe muscles. Her hair is dark chocolate in colour and hangs to her waist, cascading down her back; a golden net set with rubies runs atop her hair from her hairline to the back of her neck. She tends to wear knee-length form fitting dresses with no sleeves and a modest glimpse of her breasts, a black belt of elastic fastened by a silver buckle, knee high boots of black leather, and then always a brown fur coat over the top of it; she can ignite the collar at will. Powers: Eleanor is a jack-of-all-trades witch that can manipulate her magical energies into pretty much anything she can think of. She is also somewhat of a master of flame-based magic, having been trained by the legendary Michael Sanderford. Weapons: Not a weapon for physical attacks, but Ellie can summon a long wooden staff carved with flames. Other: She accepted Zane’s proposal instantly, having been flirting with him for years, and had Michael walk her down the aisle. She was surprised at Zane’s new fortune but welcomed it.
  23. Firstly, my post is all up and in your faces. Secondly, as you will/did see, I will be using Jinkama, Ellie, and Zane as my active characters in the future for the time being. That may change depending on how the story progresses. I'll get CSs up for my main guys (those three plus Nurnhurst) but I'll keep the others a secret at the moment; just to give you a nice surprise when they are introduced properly.
  24. These Bloody Streets: Requiem for Allies! [IC]

    The Pengallion Mansion, England… The mansion was a sight of modern marvel, if not a bit ostentatious when compared to the rustic landscape, with its sleek design of glass walls and hard corners. It was comfortably big, while not reaching the extensiveness of somewhere like the Prideux Estate, and sported massive grounds. It had taken many months to obtain planning permission to build it but once that was out of the way, it only took 8 months to build and finish. This wasn’t really a surprise when the building had been helped along by a little bit of magic. Zane was proud of it, despite is size compared to Elizabeth’s place, and smiled as he sat outside on the front lawn. He had chosen a charcoal three-piece suit today, paired with a dark blue shirt and complimenting red tie. Silver cufflinks in the shape of small flames were at his wrists and he matched them with his silver pocket watch that was fastened correctly to his waistcoat. In the years since he had married, he had cut his hair down to a couple of inches and swept it back over his head; this style made his bronze eyes stand out much more than previously. A rare bit of sun had brightened the sky of southern England and Zane had taken the seat to enjoy it while it lasted, filling the time he had now all the major magical threats of the world had been dealt with and the supernatural was transitioning into the norm without too much trouble. That and the vast amount of money he had inherited from his late father meant he could pretty much relax. It didn’t last very long as he heard the automatic glass doors open behind him and the sound of heels on stone as his wife walked down to the lawn to him. Ellie came up behind Zane and leant forward onto his shoulder, leaning forward until the ball of light in her right hand was visible. The smile that Zane had flashed at her arrival disappeared as he looked into the light, surprise taking its place. “He’s actually calling for help? Where is he?” “I was as surprised as you; he’s at the Prideux Estate.” Ellie was wearing a sleeveless, knee length dress that hugged her figure tightly. It was dark turquoise in colour and matched well with the black belt around her waist, fastened with a silver clasp, and black knee high boots. She also wore a large, plush, fur coat that hung to the back of her knees, the collar flickering as if alight with flame. She had let her dark chocolate hair grow out and it now ran down her back to her waist; a golden net mounted with rubies rested atop her head, running from her forehead to the back of her neck. A matching necklace of gold and rubies hung around her neck. “So let’s go.” Zane said and stood up, turning around to rest a hand on Ellie’s shoulder. “Ticket to France please.” He said with a smile and Ellie laughed as both she and Zane disappeared in a flash of light that shot into the sky. ================================================================================== The Prideux Estate, France… Jinkama bolted west, leaving the two initial invaders to Cern and Elijah. As he ran, his shoulder length nest of blueness whipping behind him, he pulled a hair tie from his pocket and quickly tied the hair into a ponytail. Then he gripped the black t-shirt he was wearing and pulled outwards, ripping the cheap fabric and leaving him bare-chested. Now Jinkama wore only his loose fitting white trousers, fastened at the waist with a silver locked belt, and his ankle length boots that were plated in metal. Then, with a shine of light like sun of a mirror, Jinkama’s flush pink skin changed colour to that of gold. “I’ve been busting to test out Aura X!” he said to himself as the two westward invaders came into clearer view. The two were clearly a pair as they wore the same kind of futuristic samurai armour and both carried glowing samurai swords; although one of them was left handed. Jinkama dashed at them without so much as a quip and both samurai reacted, their swords swinging down to strike at Jinkama’s shoulders. Jinkama ignored the blades, it had been a very long time since something could cut through his Aura, and stepped forwards to deliver a double blow to the pair’s stomachs. He was surprised when the blades struck and didn’t break, and apparently the samurai were surprised when they didn’t cut through him as the three of them came to a standstill with their blades held against Jinkama’s golden skin. For a second no one said anything and then Jinkama smiled. “So, boys, what next?” The two of them looked at each other but before either could do anything, Jinkama spun violently, bending around their blades, and landed a fist in each of their faces sending them tumbling backwards. As Jinkama stopped to see what damage he had caused, three blurred figures shot past him, towards the estate. Not planning on letting that happen, Jinkama took a step to follow them and found the right handed samurai grabbing his shoulder to prevent him moving. With surprising strength, Right-hand through Jinkama behind him where he crashed into the floor and Left-hand stepped in to drive his sword into Jinkama’s neck, where it stopped dead. Me against these two, Elijah and Cern against those two, Ariel and Elizabeth not back yet, Sookie looking after her children, and Willow god knows where; Seems like I’ll need to call in some back up. Jinkama thought quickly and then flipped his left arm so the wrist was uppermost, revealing a black tattoo in the form of a single line with flames running its length. He punched Left-hand, knocking him reeling again, and quickly ran a finger the length of the tattoo, lighting it up as he went. With that done, he spun to his feet, knocking back Right-hand who had started towards him and grinned from ear-to-ear. “Right, together now or this won’t be fun.” He said as a flash of light landed next to him. ================================================================================== The Prideux Estate, France… Ellie and Zane appeared in a flash of light and the two of them instantly took in the armoured Samurai facing off against the golden Jinkama, which was a surprise for Ellie but not for Zane, who had trained with him like that. “Three invaders, towards the house, chop chop.” He said and then blocked one of the samurai as they moved to stop Ellie and Zane from quickly moving off. Zane immediately picked out the blurs with his enhanced eyes and raised both hands. Two large silver pistols, similar to a Desert Eagle, appeared out of thin air and dropped into each of his hands and without hesitation he pulled the triggers; his right finger pulling twice. Blue bars of energy shot out of the pistols to match the trigger pulls, about a metre in length, and passed the blurs like they were moving in slow motion. Once they passed them, they suddenly jerked back the way they had come and struck the blurs middle mass. Immediately the three of them were thrown backwards and crashed into the floor to create a small crater. “Two on the right are mine.” Zane said and dashed forward with his enhanced speed to face his selection. Ellie sighed, Zane had been craving a proper fight for a while now, and opened her hand to summon in a wooden staff carved with flames. She dropped it forward where it stopped an inch from the ground and then stepped up onto it. Ellie rode the staff like a surfboard and gently lowered herself in front of the invader Zane had left her. “Now, now, care to tell me who you are?” She asked politely, hovering in front of him. He stood up, rubbing his chest where Zane’s shot had apparently hit him, and looked at her with surprising hate. He was taller than her by a few inches, as were most people, and had a head of shockingly red hair that stuck up in all directions. He was wearing what appeared to be a paramilitary suit complete with black assault rifle. He raised it and Ellie laughed. “Silly boy, behave yourself.” She chuckeld and suddenly the man was engulfed in flames from head-to-toe. ================================================================================== Zane stopped in front of his pair and levelled a pistol on each one, his suit jacket moving in the light breeze. “Now, I suggest you leave the premises before things get really ugly.” The figure under his left hand pistol was a large, bald man who was wearing an armoured singlet with matching boots. The figure under Zane’s right hand pistol was a girl who looked no more than 14 and was wearing a school uniform reminiscent of an English prep school. Both of them stood up in unison and brushed themselves down. Zane frowned. "Maybe I should have stipulated that you not move, or weren't the guns obvious enough for you?"
  25. See my faction below. Crescent Moon - An organisation that works underground, in secret, to put the earth into an eternal night; all the main members have been cursed in some way. Raphael Ginta - The leader of Crescent Moon who believes that the moon holds the power to rid a person of their curses. As such he has gathered cursed people and drawn them in with promises of cures. He is known to very few people in the world and even less people know his true name; in the few instances where he has required a name, he goes by Ramon. Sophia Narnhurst - One of the 2nd In Command of Crescent Moon, known as the Right Lieutenant. She is in possession of a cursed mask that is permenantly grafted to her face. In public, goes by the name Celia. <----- She is going to be my active character in the past. Kai Vega - The other 2nd In Command of Crescent Moon, known as the left Lieutenant. He was cursed by a gypsy as a boy and had been searching for the cure when he was recruited by Raphael. In public, goes by the name Vincent.