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Advent Legacy(Story)
Topic Started: Feb 16 2008, 12:18 PM (2,201 Views)
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OOC: S.Cloud, I just wanna point out your factorizer just lied.
"S.Cloud is the only human being who has defeated a brick wall in a game of tennis."
As that would be VERY easy. :P

BIC:

~Suis~
*She felt abit frustrated while walking near her wonderful master.
Who was that woman that Master Rain addressed by her first name?
It began to bother her, as if it were boiling and festering within her own body. She stopped walking and lowered her head before speaking.*
Suis: "Master Rain...Who was the woman?"
*Master Rain stopped walking and turned to Suis, placing a hand on her head. He smiled and giggled abit before speaking.*
Master Rain: "That was someone you cannot rival in combat, but someone who could never rival your position at my side. My dear Suis."
*Suis blushed and became flustered. She felt displeased Master Rain knew of a woman more powerful than her, that she wasn't all she could be for her Master...But still...
She was happy. After her three month within Master Rain's ranks...She was finally one of his elites, someone he could be proud of. And now...She felt her heart was finally beginning to reach him.

This woman didn't threaten that, that's all she needed to hear. That's all she needed to confirm.*
Master Rain: "Now lets hurry. Angie said she was making something special tonight, I'd hate to miss it, how about you?"
*Suis nodded and hurried along with her wonderful Master.
Truely Happy.*

~Red~

*Finally having made it into Section Seven, Red felt abit at peace. She was almost 'home'. It was morning, there was some sunlight breaking through the light clouds and light rain in the city. A typical morning in this section, Merk noted.

It was strange. Despite getting wet from the light rain, Red felt more at peace here.

A few more minutes of walking, and they were there. At this point the 'Blood Reaver' sword had not reappeared.
Merk declared that the weapon would be manifested anytime Red clinched her left hand and thought of the weapon. Obviously the blade had been on her mind quite abit, being it's the seeming reason she regained her four failing senses.

They entered "Merk's Pub". Greeted by a few drunks and a few beautiful ladies. The girls all wore the same style of outfit for some reason. Except for one older woman who was seemingly passed out at the bar.
Of the three girls wearing the similiar outfits, she noted the most different thing was their hair colors. One of the girls had short and rather bouncey strawberry blonde hair, another had long black hair that came down to her waist, and the third had light blue hair pulled back in a somewhat short ponytail.*
Blonde-Haired girl: "Welcome home, Father!"
*Red seemed abit confused. Who was 'Father'? Was that her name, perhaps? Did this girl know Red's real name?"
Merk: "Yo, I'm back, Tipps."
*Red tilted her head, she was confused. Merk was being called 'Father'? And this blonde-haired girl was 'Tipps'? She looked up at Merk.*
Red: "Father?"
Merk: "Haha, yup I'm your-"
*Merk's usual explainations of words was cut off by the storming of the blue haired girl. Her voice was rather fast and rather...high.*
Blue-Haired Girl: "Oh my god! Merk! Like who is this girl!? She's like so oh my god omega cute!"
*Red felt uncomfortable and back away abit. Merk's arm caught her back. She felt...abit better.*
Merk: "Ah, this is Red. She'll be living with us for awhile. Kid's got no memory or nothing, found her out in the Junkyard."
*The black haired girl was still cleaning out a few mugs with a towel. Or perhaps she was drying them...Still she spoke, her voice was nice to hear. Kind, abit Gentle, but very pleasent to Red's hear.*
Black-Haired Girl: "Don't worry about those two, Red. They just work here, you won't have to spend too much time with them."
*Red giggled abit. The black-haired girl introduced herself with a behind-the-counter bow as 'Jessica'. Merk jumped in the conversation by saying Red was also allowed to call her "Jesse".

Merk continued to show Red around. It seemed the house had two levels, and the bottom consisted of four areas. It was a rather large house.
Northwest of the house was the gate to Section One, where Red and Merk came from, this part of the house was a pub, and was normally populated by Tipps and Mahoi(The blue haired girl), Jesse was helping out becuase of last night it seemed.
The Northeast room was appearently some kind of junk shop, one that Merk was normally found in.
The Southeast room was a weapon and armor shop. Jesse appearently ran this shop. All the weapons and armor made within were personally forged by Jesse, or atleast reforged by her.
And the Southwest room was appearently a storage room.
Upstairs however was the actual house for the family. It was actually very nice, no doubt making use of the spare money pulled in between the three shops. There were a total of five moderate bedrooms. Merk, Jesse, and the seemingly missing 'brother' each had their own room. The other two rooms were spare, one was taken up normally by Tipps as she often would get in fights with her family.
It left one room perfectly open for Red. Red laid on her new bed, she felt happy. Merk patted her on the head.*
Merk: "Get some sleep, Red. We'll have your birthday party when ya wake up. Sweet Dreams."
*Red wanted to say 'Thank You' but the bed was comfortable. She found herself too tired to speak, she closed her eyes and was out like a light.*

OOC: I'll cover more on Red along with Alexia+Rose's post next time. For now I've got to go.
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OOC: Ok... I just reread my post, and found that the copy and paste really screwed up (how does it screw up?) So, i added/fixed text in the:

First paragraph
sixth paragraph
seventeenth paragraph
and added two paragraphs at/between the end >.>
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OOC: Like, oh my god, the blue haired girl is so omega annoying! Anywho, great posts on everyones part so far and thanks for the compliments on my frighteningly accurate posts Heart. Guess it comes from nearly 3 years of creative and fiction writing classes. Anyways, gonna continue a bit since my last post was so short.

As the girl began to flee, Pariah considered bringing her with him but in the end decided against it. He managed to milk the information he really needed from her and at this point she would be nothing more than a hinderance. Travelling alone was his preference and, after centuries of solitude, he had become accustom to avoiding most people.

Wrapping his cloak around him once more, he re-entered the old building he found earlier and managed to ignite a fire and begin to dry his clothing and himself, though it wouldn't matter much in the long run with the perpetual rain. Still, it gave him time to think, to plan. The girl had mentioned something about someone named Heart Card who should be in Section 5. The real question was how he would get there. Still, there was no point in simply sitting around now that his clothes had finally dried.

After leaving the house Pariah decided to make his way further into the section. As he moved he noted it was far larger than he originally thought, the area of ruined buildings making up a miniscule portion of the section as a whole. The rest of Section 7 was in far greater shape than the small area he had seen and although the perpetual rain was incredibly strong in some areas the plant life flourished. People littered the streets, either snoring loudly or mumbling incoherent nonsense in a clearly drunken stupor. Looks like I missed the party.

Making his way through the massive heaps of people was a hassle, and it wasn't long before Pariah became sick of it. Looking around at the clusters of buildings, he decided to take a page out of Alice's book and climbed onto the roof of a nearby structure before progressing to leap roof to roof.

"I'll have to remember to do this more often," Pariah said, bounding over streets at a rate at least double that he made before. Before long he had made his way to a building similar to a church. Looking up, a thought occured. The steeple was so high it would probably provide him with a good view of everything nearby, perhaps even a view of how to pass section to section.

After reaching the top he started to look around. Unfortunately there wasn't much he could see with the rain. It looked like that plan wouldn't work out so well after... Something to the right caught his eye, a bright violet light. Hmm...now who could that be?

Pariah descended from the steeple, leaping down to a building down below. He had seen that light before, someone had opened a portal into the Ether Web. Crouching low, he watched as four distinct figures emerged: one man, two women. No...three women, one of them held a young girl in her arms. She was wounded, the smell of blood strong from her.

A strange group. The thin man was oddly beautiful in a way with his flowing violet hair and handsome features. There was something sinister about him though, a twisted look in his eyes. There was also the girl at his side, a woman with silvery-violet hair who wore nothing but black and shared that same twisted look in her eyes. Then there was the third, the woman with the child. She didn't seem to fit with the others. Unlike the clear savagry they eminated, she was compassionate and strong willed. Whoever she was, she was there against her will, Pariah could see that much.

"My dear lady Alexia, please come to my mansion by tomorrow at One o' clock in the afternoon. I imagine you would know where it is, after storming it thrice," the strange man said before he and the woman in black moved on.

Alexia...

Pariah watched as Alexia spoke to the young girl, asking her where she would like to go.

Merk's Pub huh?

Watching from a distance as they moved on, Pariah knew where he had to go next. He didn't know how or why, but something told him that Alexia could end up being the means to his ends. Taking to his feet, he followed them from the rooftops, keeping low and hidden until they would reach the pub.

OOC: Mkay, that's it for now. Hopefully we'll see some interesting stuff happening soon.
I can not tell, is it just me or do we all look just like
Adolph fucking Hitler with this swoopy emo-boy dreamy haircut dangling in our faces, making us all indescribably indistinguishable from each other; or maybe I'm just another megalomaniac?
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OOC: I don't know how I did this. But I made such a HUGE mistake in Red's last section.

The 'Guest' Room Red stays in has two beds. And it was called the Guest room by Merk.

Also Therren: Suis is probabley better describes as more 'oblivious'. Head over Heels for Rain, and perhaps abit rash. Savage hardly fits either of them really.
Rain could I suppose be called sinister by appearence. But he reminds me of an "Asshole with a smile". xD

P.S. Here are the official common nicknames for each Section:
1 - The Junkyard
2 - The Cemetary(Refering to it being the most sickly of all sections)
3 - The Volcano
4 - The Rainforest(Refering to the fact that trees/fruits/plants/flowers/etc are all over the place in the section)
5 - The Desert
6 - Goldylocks(Refering to the town having Not too much rain, but not too much heat, it's just right)
7 - The Ocean(Refering to the constant rain downpour)
The Castle inbetween all seven sections is simply 'The Castle'.
Vetmode's Throne Room - 'The Tomb' or 'The Blashemphy'
BIC:

C2-1: "The Junkyard" - A term to describe Section One.
C2-2: "The Ocean" - A term to describe Section Seven
C2-3: "S3er" - A term to shortly describe a soldier of a certain section. In this case S3er refers to Section 3hree soldier.
C2-4: "The Desert" - A term to refer to Section Five.

~Alexia&Rose~

*With some direction from Rose, Alexia manged to find Merk's pub. She wondered if she was really needed, but constantly reminded she was whenever Rose would wobble and Alexia would have to catch her. Alexia assumed Rose had some pride left becuase she refused to be carried anymore. It seemed she didn't want anyone in her home section to see her so weak.

They walked in. A dark haired woman behind the bar counter greeted them. Was she Merk?*
Rose: "Jessica! Where's Merk?"
*Jessica quickly recognized the girl, along with her arm. She grabbed a nearby broomstick and poked the ceiling harshly.

A strong and sturdy man came down the stairs shortly after. He had short brown hair that seemed to jump forward from his head. Baggy Green pants, short dark brown boots, and a green cloth vest...with no shirt underneath. Clearly this was a man weird enough to have the name 'Merk'.*
Merk: "Jesse, Red is sleeping. You're gonna...Yo, Rose baby. Welcome home."
*Jessica kicked Merk in the shin.*
Jessica: "Dammit, look at her arm. She needs thread...And a new dress appearently. Get Going!"
*Another sound kick was delivered, however to Merk's rear this time. Merk went back upstairs. Jessica nodded at Alexia.*
Jessica: "So...Who are you, exactly?"
Rose: "She's my friend!"
*Alexia noticed behind the bar could be seen a small kitchen area. A Blue-haired girl with her hair back in a ponytail was making a cake. A red one.*
Jessica: "Your friend is quite...A Card, shall we say?"
*Alexia's head sunk.*
Alexia: "Funny, I didn't imagine I'd be so easily discovered in Section Seven."
Jessica: "You wouldn't be."
*Jessica's voice was stopped by the clanking of metal plates falling to the floor.*
Jessica: "This power is pretty useless if all you think is 'Oh No'...Try a WARNING next time, Mahoi."
Mahoi: "Like oh my god I am SO Sorry! I totally did Not mean to do it. I was like just surprised Rose is here."
*Jessica picked up a ladel that fell onto the ground. Rose covered her eyes, Alexia lifted an eyebrow. A sound WHACK filled the air as the ladel struck Mahoi's head.*
Mahoi: "Like oh my god that hurt!"
Jessica: "Oh, I'm surprised you could actually feel it through all that air in your head."
Mahoi : "Oh my god, Jesse, that is like so mean! Like what if I get brain damage or something?"
Merk: "Abit too late I fear, Heh."
*Merk came down holding folded white clothing and white thread, along with a needle. Jessica held rose's arm perfectly in place while her still-attached arm grabbed the threaded needle.*
Merk: "So what happened?"
*Alexia began to open her mouth, but she was cut off quickly.*
Jessica: "In short? Bad luck. Rose ran into some S3er's*C2-1* boredom in the Desert*C2-2* and lost her arm. While miss Alexia here, saved her. And then they ended up her by Rose's request."
*Alexia's mouth again opened, this time in shock. Clearly Jessica held the ability to read her mind, that didn't bother her. No, having her mind so quickly raided didn't bother her at all.
What she found amazing was little dark haired Rose. She tooked the threaded needle and let it go. It did not fall. She waved her hand abit and the needle began to pierce in and out of her dismembered arm. Alexia quickly realized the thread was binding the two arms back together where they were parted.*
Merk: "Is that so. Well then, Miss, your drinks are on the house today."
*Alexia didn't know which was a more intense feeling. The happiness that Rose got her arm back, or the oddity of her ability. Telekenetic perhaps?
Ah then it hit her. Happiness. The concept of getting free Rum for the day was indeed a feeling enough to overpower the confusion of the girl's powers when combined with her already building happiness.*
Jessica: "It's Thread. That's her ability. She can control and create thread. She can also use it to repair wounds, so long as the wound is not a complete departing."
Alexia: "Her arm Was..."
Jessica: "Her blood is also rather threadlike. She can use her blood like thread. Of course this is useful to repairing muscle and the like, but it wouldn't be able to fix bones or vains or her skin. She kept it in place so she could repair the muscle.
Her bones and skin can be repaired by her special threads.
If you notice the girl doesn't seem to have a single hair on her body other than her scalp, eyebrows, and eyelashes. We suspect becuase of that her hair grows about four times as fast as most people. When it gets too long we cut it and she turns it into that thread she's using right now.
*Alot to take in. And yet not too much. Wait...The thread is white...Rose's hair is black...*
Jessica: "*Sigh* When she turns her hair into thread she has four colors to choose from and each has it's own use. White thread is able to fix bones, veins, skin tissue and the like. Black Thread is virtually unbreakable or cuttable, but it doesn't sew very well. Red Thread is rather unique in that you can set it on fire but it will never burn until the fire stops. The other thread color is rather a rainbow. The color changes throughout that thread. We...still aren't sure what it does."
*A blonde haired girl rushed herself in the door. She was carried a few bags, the contents couldn't be seen, as the inside of the bag was water-proofed, something quite understandable in this section.*
Blonde Haired Girl: "Sheesh Jesse, I could hear you through the rain. Even if it is morning."
*Merk laughed and patted Jesse on the head.*
Merk: "Ya gotta admit she's a smart one though."
*Rose appearently finished threading the arm back together as Jessica let go of it and it began to move. She then turned her head to the kitchen, noticing the cake.*
Rose: "Umm...Who is the cake for?"
Mahoi: "Like oh my god you still haven't met her yet, have you? Oh my god!"
Rose: "Met who?"

*The Conversation was cut short when the door opened again. A woman carried in a young man, both were wearing cloaks but it wasn't too difficult to tell their sex.*
Merk: "I was expecting people with hang overs today. Instead we're getting dismembered, and now beaten to hell. Heheh."

OOC: Le Breakage. I r tiredz.
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[[Ignore muh last post. Also, even after reading through all this it's still damn hard to follow. The format you guys use is freaking *confusing* *_*. Therren is easy to follow though, and he is going to some place called Merks Pub. So I am working with that. I -Think- I get your last post, not sure. We shall see.]]

Rain beat down upon the roof, filling the the hotel with a constant sound of clack clack clack. His fingers worked on a small peice of equipment. It was no larger then a shoebox, but it would do it's job. He grinned and he giggled, and wanted a nice beer. But those things would wait, he had something to do.

His hands worked on the device, hooking together wire after wire, and each coppery strand seemed to bite into his unprotected hand. It never mattered, however. Though blood would normally damange the fine electronic signals, his was diffrent. His blood always seemed to flow diffrently down his finger, and never on something that would create a wonderful firework show of death.

His grin widened, and his pearly whites shown true. Oh how he loved this feeling. He didn't know why he did the things he did, he just knew he loved it so. A feeling unlike any other, great and overwhelming. Oh how he loved to take the life of another man.

He finished his creation, and sliped it into a hole in the wall that he created with his sword. He carfully sliped the removed peice back over it and went over it with a dab a paint to hide the fine line. It wasn't much, and would show under anything more then a passing glance, but what were the chances of someone entering the room and finding it? Renting rooms is not an instant afair, and with the parade over most would be too tired to even see there hand in front of there face.

He left his room, and his hand drifted to his blade. Carresing the hilt like a lover. It was hungry. He was hungry. But it would wait, for now. He wanted to see a boom, and a boom he shall have.

He stepped outside into the rain, and inhaled the scent of clean air. There was nothing like it in the world. Some things were better of coure, the smell of a child emptying his bowels in sheer terror, the scent of a virgins blood on a freshly cut lawn, the deep intoxicating aroma of a man lite on fire and burning away to ash...

Arberus was hungry.

He grinned and searched the dark catacombs of his mind, and brought out a song most fitting for Sector Seven. He grinned and in a strong voice sung with mad intencity. He sung and walked to a pub not three blocks away.

Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo-doo...

I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feelin'
I'm happy again
I'm laughing at clouds
So dark up above
The sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face
I walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
Just singin',
Singin' in the rain


He tapped his foot against the rain-soaked ground as he walked, a hop in his stride. He reached the bar, not opened the door. He was covered in rain and still singing his song. Merk's pub, was it called? It didn't matter, he could use a drink to go with his boom.

He walked into the bar, wated dripping off of him. His leather shoes squeaked a bit and clacked against the floor of the bar. He made his way to a stool, still singing away.

Dancin' in the rain
Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah
Dee-ah dee-ah dee-ah
I'm happy again!
I'm singin' and dancin' in the rain!


He finished his song, and laughed with a mad sort of intencity. He rapped upon the bar with his knuckles, not even catching the barest details of those around him. In fact, he didn't even look to see if the bartender was their.

"A whisky, neh? To celebrate this fun, and soon be eventful night~"

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OOC: Matar? Umm...Boom? A Bomb? Okay let me clarify again:
In this world all materials are available. Yes.
But as I said, this world is in a rather Medieval state in terms of technolodgy.
Yes, bombs could indeed exist(No guns, back off and take a bow&Arrow). GUNPOWDER bombs, lit by a fuse.

I just find your bomb to be like the computers in naruto: OUT OF PLACE.
Explain plxorz?

BIC:

~The Bar~

*The man that just walk in had pushed poor rose out of the way on his way to the bar. Rose was caught by Alexia's arms.
Jessica didn't seem to mind the event at all though...*
Jessica: "Oh, don't you know? This is now a hospital, not a bar..."
Merk: "Jesse get the man a drink. I've gotta take these two upstairs"
*Jessica shrugged and got him a glass and filled it with ice and whiskey while Merk escorted Rizui and Rakuo upstairs to the living room.
Jessica mentioned to the man the price of his drink, moderately cheap compaired to most bars. Of course she had another thing to mention to the man.*
Jessica: "By the way, Buddy, you've got to leave your weapon on that rack overthere. House Rules."
*Jessica pointed to a rack of weapon which was actually empty much like the bar at this time, aside from the few people there NOT for drinks.

Alexia seated herself at the bar as well. Jessica put a glass of rum infront of her.*
Alexia: "Such a useful talent, I imagine."
Jessica: "You're one to talk."
*Alexia drank the glass down rather quickly. An instant tipsyness came over her as always. A strange thing. A single glass would always make her tipsy, but it would take a rather large number of glasses to make her actually drunk.*

*Upstairs Merk began to tend to Rakuo's wounds.*

~Suis~

*She relaxed on the bed in her room, looking at the ceiling. Her thoughts shifting around...that woman.*
Suis:"Alexia...Alexia...Where have I heard that name before?"
*She sprang up from her bed and started out of her room. The name still bouncing around in her head she walked down the hallway, turning into a room. Drawers lied everywhere. Infront of her at a desk with paper, feather(To avoid confusion with just saying 'pen'), and ink was a young blonde girl with glasses, Morelle.*
Morelle: "Lady Suis? Something the matter?"
Suis: "I need a favour. Can you look through your drawers for anything on a woman named 'Alexia'?"
*Morelle stood up, but not quickly and walked over to a draw and began talking while looking through it.*
Morelle: "I could look but I can tell you who-Ah here it is. I'm surprised you don't remember her name though...*
*Morelle handed Suis the paper folder. It was almost dropped just by reading the title:
'HeartCard'
She handed the folder back to Morelle immediately and quickly headed out of the room.
She began he way towards Master Rain's Office. She openly the door to no avail...He wasn't there. She headed quickly towards his room.*
Suis: "How could he let Her go? Master Rain what are you thinking..."
*Suis stood at...Or rather opened the door with a burst. Quickly walking in and up to Master Rain.*
Suis: "Master Rain, how-"
*Her speech stopped just then. It was not that she was interupted by Master Rain's words. It was that her lips were caught by her master's. Rain grasped her shoulder and pulled her down unto his bed.
Were they even near the bed when she confronted him?
What was she going to tell him?

It didn't matter anymore. Rain's hand reached behind Suis' back, she picked her back up abit into him as he undid her dress.
Nothing but this could matter anymore...Master Rain*

OOC:
I kept thinking there was more for me to RP but...Ahem Chara Checklist:

Red: Asleep in Merk's Pub.
Alexia: Drinking in Merk's Pub.
Rose: Upstairs helping Merk tend to Rakuo's wounds in Merk's Pub.
Alice: Running around the ruins of Section One still.
Milly&Goliath: Walking through Section Four towards Section Five. Who the HELL is going to mess with a nearly nine foot tall behemoth and a little girl on his shoulder?
Suis: Bow chika wow wow.

Perhaps I should add MORE characters to my already extensive list. >_> No that'd be insane.

P.S. : This is pretty much a CHAPTER END. Will the following people do as following:

S.Cloud: Wait until Chapter 3 begins to post about Rakuo/Rizui.
Matar: Wait until Chapter 3 Begins to post again.
Therren Cragan: Once your character is IN the bar and contact as been made, wait until Chapter 3 to continue.
WhitePhoenix: We're waiting on your Chapter 2 post kinda...If you need help let me know.

For the time being, we're just waiting on Therren and WP to start the next chapter.
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OOC: Matar? Umm...Boom? A Bomb? Okay let me clarify again:
In this world all materials are available. Yes.
But as I said, this world is in a rather Medieval state in terms of technolodgy.
Yes, bombs could indeed exist(No guns, back off and take a bow&Arrow). GUNPOWDER bombs, lit by a fuse.

I just find your bomb to be like the computers in naruto: OUT OF PLACE.
Explain plxorz?


[[Idda *sworn* you said technoligy was like, random. Some places were really low, some places were high. It's placed by a support pillar (Was gonna explain that later >.>.). It's home made. The most fancy peice of tech on it is an alarm clock really. Clock goes off after awhile, pulls a pin that ignites the stuff, *boom*. And I shall wait before I post.]]
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OOC: Mkay, gonna finish up my bit in this then. Also, any idea when the next chapter will get goin? I'm anxious to continue this, haven't had this much fun story rping in a damn long time :D

BIC:

Pariah waited atop the building across from Merk's Pub. Another man had come along, humming and singing to himself as he walked through the rain, a look of utter insanity in his eyes. There were a lot of strange people congregating here it seemed. Perhaps he would fit in better than he thought...

Pariah paused for a moment once he stood up. Something very odd had just occurred to him. I've never met these people in my life, but by merely looking at their eyes I've been able to see the kind of person they are...could it be that... He lifted a hand to his left eye, the one that interested the girl Alice so very much. A smile crossed his face. It seemed that whatever hidden powers lay within this eye they were beginning to awaken.

Without wasting any more time, Pariah jumped down from the rooftops, pulling his hood down as far as he could in an attempt to hide most of his face and closing his cloak tightly as he crossed the road. Reaching a gloved hand out to the handle, he opened the door, stepped in and knew that all eyes were instantly on him, even if only for a moment. Taking a quick glance around, he took a seat at the only empty table in the bar, a small table big enough for only 2 people and their drinks at best.

Holding his robe in an effort to hide not only his appearance but his weapon, which he was sure he would have to surrender if they discovered, he began to scan the room for any traces of this Alexia person he felt so compelled to follow. Sure enough, she was at the bar with the girl in her arms. Well what do you know, it looks like the child managed to get her arm back. I guess I picked the right place to come after all. With a hidden grin on what remained of his face, Pariah continued to sit and observe from a distance, waiting for the ideal time to approach young Alexia.
I can not tell, is it just me or do we all look just like
Adolph fucking Hitler with this swoopy emo-boy dreamy haircut dangling in our faces, making us all indescribably indistinguishable from each other; or maybe I'm just another megalomaniac?
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Therren - Next chapter will be up and ready within a day of WP's finishing post. Or if he takes too long...around Midnight GMT+0 Friday.

Matar - I didn't mean random in THAT way. If you noticed Section Two and Five are portray in a rather egyptian fashion for the housing and such.

Whereas Section One/Five are constructly largely of metal housing and the like.

The range of technolodgy is basically to 1800AD. Consider Section Six/Seven as looking somewhat like London. And consider Section Two has Egyptian, whereas Section Five is basically Old West Cowboy town.

BIC:

*Jessica walked over to the man's table.*
Jessica: "So, what can I get you, Mister Pariah?"
*Jessica then pointed again to the weapon rack*
Jessica: "House policy, you understand right? Leave your weapon on the rack."
*Alexia lifted her glass abit*
Alexia: "Isn't that baring Rape?"
Jessica: "Can you rape the willing?"
Alexia: "Touché..."

OOC: omg mindhax.
Now then...Just waiting on Phoenix.
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OOC: My god, I just read a lot. So beath, it is time for my second post, however i'll defend my stance for taking so long, Realisticly I was just waiting for everyone elses characters to develope to find some place for mine to go, since he is asleep and recovering from self-conflicted injuries, that damn emo. Anyway.


Rail got up out of the bed, and started to undue his bandages. The owners of the house were really nice, maybe its because he payed them with a horse, regardless of that he was able to heal quickly because of the food, water, and rest they provided. A small child, daughter to the owners watched Rail remove his bandages from the door. She had seen him put them on and knew the severity of the injuries in certain places on his arm, but as she watched him undue and remove them, her mouth droped in awe of how well they had healed, there was almost nothing left but a small etched remain of a burn in the more severe areas. Rail turned around and noticed her.

Rail: "There wont be anything left but skin in a couple of days, that is just how my body works, heals fast when it comes to burns."
Daughter: "Why?"
Rail: "Don't tell me your going to say why everytime I give an explanation like a two year old, that would be just annoying."
Daughter: "It was just a question meany!"
Rail: "Jeez, sorry, sorry, I have special powers you see, I'm like a hero, like the epic poems of the ages! Except I don't go around running to slaughter someone because I'm angry."
Daughter: "Huh?"
Rail: "I was eluding to the Illiad, oh well, whatever, I need to talk to your parents about something."
Daughter: "You're weird . . ."
Rail: "Kids . . " Rail walked past her and called for the owners, the male of the partners came.
Owner: "Yes?"
Rail: "I need some information If you wouldn't mind"
Owner: "Sure, sure, what do you need to know?"
Rail: "What the hell is going on in this place, it's so bizare . . ." The owner preceeded to tell Rail about what he knew, Rail was able to learn about the general's names, but nothing further about what they where actually capable of, like wise with Vetmode.

Rail: "So, the general of this 'section' is Haku of the Flame? How irionic, he got lucky I didn't run into him."
Owner: "Don't act so high and mighty he could have killed you if you would have done something to anger him, he is a child! A ruling baby causing damnation on this land."
Rail: "Heh, well I guess its obvious how loyal everyone in these sections are to the ruling generals, if I absolutely have to kill one I'll probably be praised, that is good to know." The owner shook his head.

Rail: "Well, I guess there is nothing left for me to ask." Rail and the owner walked to the door, Rail stepped out shaking the Owner's hand good bye, the Owner closed the door behind Rail, and Railed stared into the distance.

Rail: "This place is rather boring . . . The excitment with that kid (Will say he is 16 HearCard, but Rail will still refer to him as a kid, at least in preception to himself) was fun I guess." Rail started to walk, wander more accurately, he roamed towards section two, unkownigly.
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Matar - I didn't mean random in THAT way. If you noticed Section Two and Five are portray in a rather egyptian fashion for the housing and such.

Whereas Section One/Five are constructly largely of metal housing and the like.

The range of technolodgy is basically to 1800AD. Consider Section Six/Seven as looking somewhat like London. And consider Section Two has Egyptian, whereas Section Five is basically Old West Cowboy town.


[[Oh, that should be fine. We can just say the clock is a Wind-up clock or something. Though, honestly, it was supposed to run on batterys. I doubt it's really going out there *that* much though. The wring could just be the stuff to make it so that, you know, it's all hooked up right.]]
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Wouldn't it be more prudent just to say it's timed magic? Other than the fact that your character has no spells, one could say it was a magical device using a spellgem as a catalyst for an explosion. You could say one of your victims had it on him when you ambushed him or something.

Doesn't take but a secound to think a wipe story. >_>

BIC:

*As the lively hood of the bar comes to rise, we take a break from seeing our interests being strung and look into Section One.

Alice stands infront of Dark General The Nate. Her bandages lie in the arms of a soldier. She stands in the nude, but it is not the cold that makes her shake now. She knows the nature of this dark general. Rape is the least of her concerns.

The emotional Dark General of Section One, Nate. A shell of what he once was, not even conscience they say. Would she be killed? Would she be tortured for information? What was the fate The Nate would give to her.
She stood in silence, and none spoke. But all wondered.
The silence was ended by The Nate's hollow voice.*
"BaCK...tO ThE caSTle..."
*Alice shuddered and tried to run. Forget The Dress, forget any means of defense, she must escape. Her attempts were in vain. Her binded hands behind her back, she had no means to put off the grabbing of the soldiers to escort her to the castle.

In the castle only one thing was certain, Her Death.
Such is the fate of a Traitor...*

OOC: Look, I'm really sorry. The above is indeed the end of chapter 2. Unfortunately, I'm having SERIUZ RITER'S BLOCK.
So umm...Please don't post. Chapter 3 will be up in a few hours...I'm going to beat people on wc3 until I get bored/depressed enough to be able to write again.
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Wouldn't it be more prudent just to say it's timed magic? Other than the fact that your character has no spells, one could say it was a magical device using a spellgem as a catalyst for an explosion. You could say one of your victims had it on him when you ambushed him or something.

Doesn't take but a secound to think a wipe story. >_>


[[He's killed people, but never full out assalted someone with magic. Tis why >.>. No biggy :P.]]
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OOC: Matar, why couldn't you wait - -
And Also: Thus why I stated it was something he got from SOMEONE he killed, not made himself. In other words, that person already made it. He just finished arming it.
Like I've said many times, it's up to you. I was just offering a more 'in place' solution to the whole 'bomb' issue.
Anyways...

[size=4]CHAPTER III - 'Rebellion'[/size]

*The Tides slap against the shore as Rebellion slaps the face of Oppression. The constant retreat and charge of the waves perfectly shows how the last two years have played out in Afdefrum. A constant wave of Rebellion rising and then being dispersed. To lose a single general from a large wave did happen on occasion. Often becuase of too much arrogance on the general's part, or due to well planned 'first moves' of rebellions being to take out a general.

However, After two years 'Rebellion' was an unthinkable term. The Dark Generals this time were stronger, and far more powerful than ever. There were generals who have not been replaced since their institution as such. This was a short list of three: Rain, Everbone, and Kitten.

Rain held the advantage of being the 'kindest' Dark General to keep him safe from attacks. For if he were to die, Section Seven would most likely fall into the hands of a far worse Dark General. Kitten held the advantage of linking most of the plant life with her own body. Should either be extinguished she would be.
Everbone however, was simply a beast normally not even dented by attacks, thus bring him down was nearly impossible for most.
From the rebellions, two of the leaders and previous Councel of Mod members were turned into Dark Generals...By different means and different times.

The First Rebellion occured by the suvivors of 'The Advent' who quickly regathered their forces, lead by The Nate. This battle proved to be fatal to the forces as The Nate fell to the betrayal of a comrade. It is suspected his emotionless current state is due to a sort of mind control, also the cause for his turning of sides.
The following rebellion would be lead by a survivor of The Nate's attempt, BlueInferno. A more effective method was used. After his forces were slaughtered, he was forced to take the place as section six Dark General. If it were ever seen that BlueInferno was to betray Vetmode, a seal placed on his heart would activate and instantly crush it.

We now watch as the next Rebellion begins to gather, only to fail. For some time, thoughts of rebellion were hidden and even thrown away. Fear of making the situation worse, fear of death due to a betrayal, were merely among the list of reasons. However, in this secound year after 'The Advent' we find there are those standing on their own in their own personal Rebellions.*

~Alice~
*Her feet were cut by the junk in the section while walking towards the castle. One could not describe her feelings. Her terror. Her Agony.
The Dress surged in the arm of the soldier carrying it. It flipped abit, slowly. As if waving to it's master. Waving goodbye? No...

The Dress could not move on it's own. Perhaps it knew the situation it was in. Perhaps...But she hoped not. If The Dress was to leave her, her death was the only possible outcome.

She stepped into the castle. It's metal floors, icy blue in color and just the same in temperature, were actually comforting her feet after the cutting grounds of Section One. Three guards maintained her, any of them able to easily overpower her. Two infront of her and one behind her. And a fourth guard behind them all holding the dress.

She collapsed. Too much pressure... The fear, pain, anxiety, and the outcome of this day. Not one of them she could handle, let alone all together at once. As she drifted into unconsciousness, she felt a clothed hand under her leg. The hand reached to the otherside of her leg. She felt another hand under her back, closing on her upper arm. The man was picking her up, going to carry her.

She felt almost embarrassed from the man picking up her naked body as she left her consciousness completely...*

~Milly&Goliath~

*Continuing their walk through Section Four, Milly often giggled at how scared all the people were of Goliath. Sitting on his shoulder as if it were a throne of sorts. They arrived at the gate to Section Five.
The gatesmen's mouths gapped when they stood infront of him.
Milly's mouth also opened, but at a rather constant rate.
Ah...She was talking they figured out.*
Milly: "It's best if you open the door. I don't think my Goliath wants to stand here all day."
Gatesman: "Y-Yeah..."
*The gates opened, it was of moderate noise. A daring thing to do. Everbone hated the opening of the gate, Milly however...hated being told to do something she didn't want to.
Having Goliath and her crawl through a large hole in the ground to section five was not tolerable.

Nor was the sound the gates made to Everbone though.

They began their walk through section five, and not making it halfway they were confronted by Everbone. The massive Goliath actually towered over Everbone by an entire two feet almost. Having to look up to someone was a rather unique experience for Everbone, who stood at a large six feet and six inchs. He had problems decided which head to focus on, that of the massive Goliath or the very small girl on her shoulder.
The choice was clear when Milly began to speak*
Milly: "I think you're in our way. You might want to move."
*Everbone stood in the middle of the road they were walking with his sword at his side. Clearly blocking their path.
The sound of the gate was great annoyance, probabley becuase of it having not been used in over a year.
More annoying still were the sounds from Goliath's massive steps.
No...Even more annoying was Milly's additude towards him.*
Everbone: "You're both Extremely noisy. You've opened a gate I ordered never to be used. I'll make sure the gatesmen die for that utter betrayal.
But I'm in a moderate mood today. I'll assume you're Very new to th-"
Milly: "Who is Vetmode?"
*Everbone's patience ran thin...Very Thin Indeed.*
Everbone: "Allow me to explain to you. This, Section Five, is the section I reign over. In this section, Silence is very important. You two are Very noisey.
Despite your friends impressive size, I assure you I am far more powerful. I will make an exception this once. Immediately, and as quitely as possible, leave my section and I will not slaughter you two."
Milly: "Oh? Is that so? Are You Vetmode?"
Everbone: "No, I am Ev-"
Milly: "Goliath, Crush Him."
*Everbone could not even finish his statement before the massive fist of Goliath came crushing down towards him. Everbone pulled his sword as quickly as he could manage and braced the full weight of the punch. But to no avail.

Everbone was thrown back atleast a good five feet even after defending the attack. Goliath charged toward him at a collosal speed. Everbone could hear the irritating wind slashing past the behemoth along with the even more irritating sound emmiting with each massive step. Everbone brought down the full force of his blade upon Goliath.

Appearently, the charge along with the behemoth massive body weakened the attack enough that the blade didn't even dent his skin. Or perhaps Goliath was merely that powerful. The full swing of his arm launched Everbone through an entire building and into another.

Milly flipped her hair while remaining on Goliath's shoulder.*
Milly: "We're looking for Vetmode. Pawns aren't even worth dealing with. Stay down and I won't kill you. Goliath, let's go."
*Everbone stood up but did not go after them.
He had to save his strength for tomorrow against Merciless and Haku...But his irritation was at it's peak.
Restraining himself was perhaps more painful by far compared to that hit he took from Goliath.

Milly and Goliath proceeded to head towards Section Six.
Where were they going? Milly didn't know. But in this section no one would be able to tell her anything she wanted to know.*

OOC: Done.
Pretty much all the characters in the bar(Except Red) are waiting for something to happen before they'll be used again most likely.

Which means I suppose the next move is really in Matar/Therren/S.Cloud's hands.
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With an irate grunt, Pariah rose from his seat, continuing to hold his robe shut. A psion wasn't something he was expecting to encounter, he thought it was a dead art. Making his way to the rack, he placed his axe upon it.

"That's not my name," he said, turning back to the young woman.

"Excuse me?" the young woman said. It wasn't sarcasm, she really didn't hear what he had said.

"Pariah is not my name," he repeated. He began to make his way to the counter. "I suppose it is an effective substitute, psion, but never the less it isn't my name."

"Oh, right, so what is your name then?"

A smile. "I don't have a name."

"Don't have a...everyone has a name!"

It was the first time in nearly 100 years Pariah had to resist the urge to laugh. Wasn't it just yesterday that he'd had this same conversation with another girl? And didn't he have to...

"If you're thinking of getting that axe of yours, forget it," the young woman said. "In fact, I think you should just..."

"Calm down Jesse," an older man said. Pariah watched from behind his hood as he descended the steps. "Eh, sorry about that pal, Jesse gets a little carried away sometimes. How about you sit down for a spell, have a drink? Jesse, get him a drink. Oh, by the way, my name's Merk."

"Thank you, Merk, but I'll pass on the drink."

"Well then lemme at least take..."

Pariah pulled back on his cloak. "I'd prefer if you didn't."

Looking back towards the counter, towards Alexia and the child, Pariah considered making his move. However, before he could do anything, Merk's face crept closely to his, gazing beneath his hood.

"HOLY CRAP ON A STICK THAT IS THE WORST BURN INJURY I'VE EVER SEEN! WE GOTTA GET YOU UPSTAIRS QUICK!"

Without a chance to react, Merk had Pariah's arm in hand and started trying to drag him upstairs. Pariah wrestled against him, eventually forcing his arm away but as he did his cloak flew open and his hood dropped. All eyes fell upon him yet again, only this time they didn't leave. Jesse dropped the tray of drinks and nearly stumbled over a table behind her, and the child who had only just now finished attaching her arm let out a scream. Patrons who weren't passed out drunk stared wide eyed at him, each one backed up to a nearby wall. Even Merk stood paralyzed with shock.

"I knew it was bad," Jesse started to say, hands covering her mouth in shock. Even with her power she couldn't contemplate the severity of my appearance, it seems.

"Um...what's-yer-face, Alexia," Merk said, glancing back and forth between her and Pariah. "Do me a favor will ya? Take Rose upstairs, and don't let her come down until I says so."

Alexia nodded and began to carry the trembling child upstairs. All the while, Pariah watched them as they moved, his eyes never once leaving them until Merk blocked his vision.

"Listen up, you," he started. "I don't know what you have in mind, but you are not touching MY little-"

"Merk, he's not here for Rose," Jesse said. Pariah's gaze shifted to her. "He's here for Heart...I mean, Alexia."

Pariah's gaze once again shifted, this time to the stairs where Alexia emerged from the room she set Rose down in.

"So, you're the one called Heart Card then," Pariah said, a twisted smile crossing his grotesque features. "It really is my lucky day after all."
I can not tell, is it just me or do we all look just like
Adolph fucking Hitler with this swoopy emo-boy dreamy haircut dangling in our faces, making us all indescribably indistinguishable from each other; or maybe I'm just another megalomaniac?
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