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Last edited by Lucky Joe; January 18th, 2010 at 04:26 PM.
This is war, survival is your responsibility.
9:45 pm
Wraith sees his sister froze with fear for a sec as she spoke. "W-what do you mean?" she answers in a staggered voice, but the response only made it worse as he explodes.
"Don't give me that Shit!" he yells harshly, making her flinch. Then he walks forward as his sister walks backwards, "You were yelling his name when he got strucked down by Anarchist and he called you by yours when he wanted to see if you were fine!"
Wraith keeps walking forward and his sister walks backwards till her back hits the wall, leaving her cornered. He then stops about two feet from her, giving her a dark glare. "But do you know what really caught my attention?" he spoke as he grabs her left arm. "Your arm, it doesn't have a single bruise from our argument."
Sleon is shaking at this point but her brother doesn't notice as he keeps shouting. "Its gone now, but when I came back to check on you, I sensed that it was healed recently and I had a same sense when that Castlemanic healed my leg. Now Start Ex-" He stops when he noticed that Sleon was shaking violently with her eyes shut tightly.
His harsh glare and anger soon disappears as he lets out a sigh and lets go of her arm. "hmm... I really suck at being your brother..." he saids as he turns away. Sleon opens her eyes and noticed her brother walking away.
"Come on, lets just go back to your room." he tossed at his shoulder as he kept walking, not noticing the rage that was rising from behind him. "GRRRR! STUPID BROTHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"Sleon yells as she launches on to his back and started attacking him until she was standing on his back.
"Who do you think you are making threats like some dictator?!?!?!?!" she yells as she repeadedly stomped on her brothers head with her left foot.
Wraith stops her by grabing her foot when it was gonna stomped on him again, then pulls her down and she hits the floor, faced forward. She gets up in a sitting position and turns to face her brother.
"What The Hell Do You Think?!" he answers back as he tries to get up, "You Are The Most Reckless Person I've Ever Met! You've Never Think Twice About What You Deci-" he is interupted when Sleon kicked her brother in the face upwardly then as he goes down she does a round house kick, making him fly a few yards away.
"You Always Bully Me And Get Angry At EVERY Decision I Make!" she yells at him, "Senri Was Always Alot More Understanding Then You And He Never Loose His Temper!!!"
The Statement seemed to make matters worse because the moment that Wraith heard his name, it was too late for him to stop before saying, "ITS A WONDER S.K.E.W. KEPT A TRASH LIKE YOU AS A WEAPON!!!!!!"
They're both quiet for a moment until sleon finally spoke. "If thats how you really think of me..." she then looks of with tears in her face and a hard gaze, "...Then I Never Want To See You Again!" She Then Runs away. leaving her brother stunned.
Last edited by sleon; January 18th, 2010 at 09:59 PM.
Curiosity kills.
(I just felt like doing a post… But I wasn’t able to continue as Vampire-Jade because I didn’t realize I was severely tired… Oh well, I’ll be back this coming Thursday.)
(Before Joe’s post.)
[10.32PM GMT]
Selina continued analyzing Kronosdragon for a moment. Then soon after, she replied her question with a nod. The hangar’s surrounding speakers soon blared with the Captain’s voice.
“This is the ‘Captain’ speaking. To all of the newcomers, be glad Vampire-Jade negotiated with me and affected my decision to what will become of you.”
Selina took to the side of Kronosdragon’s floating stretcher, folding her arms. Kronosdragon attempted to sit upright but in response, her body surged with pain; hold back her groan. Selina slowly turned to her and looked at her with careful eyes.
“Castlemanic.” She began.
Hands in his jacket pockets, he quickly shifted his focus to her, “What’s up?” He took a few steps towards her.
“It appears Miss Kronosdragon would require your shared-regeneration.” Selina said in a soft, professional tone; tapping off the sand that was kicked up by the Chinook’s active engines from her violet, buttoned, vest.
Castlemanic blinked with an astounded look on his face, “I already tried regen-ing her but nope, she has nothing.”
Selina’s short hair and bangs was gently blown by the Chinook’s exhaust. She combed her hair behind her ears, and then tilted her head slightly as a response to Castlemanic, “Well, considering that I’m attuned to her brain-waves, I sense that she’s suffering rather intense pain.”
Richard continued look up towards the closest speaker his eyes could pick out, his suit-coat flapping, “You better pay attention quick, CM. I don’t want to be the one repeating the Captain’s announcement to you.”
“Damn you...” Castlemanic murmured beneath the sound of blazing engine as he walked towards Kronosdragon, holdoing on to her arm.
“I have plans for Kronosdragon’s Pacifier Resistance and for the D.Q. member herself. But for now, it is safe to say that you all will be having accommodation within this facility and any necessary objects you may need will be provided by the store-house – Consider this as some charity.”
Castlemanic held on to Kronosdragon’s bare arm as he continues to listen to the Captain’s announcement. Several E.H.T.F. soldiers, armoured or unarmoured, surrounded the four as they listened; expecting orders from the Captain and their officers.
“A form will be sent to the Resistance once they have found accommodation detailing about their choices on how to be useful to the E.H.T.F. – Vampire-Jade had told me that you were trained by Kronosdragon and he compliments it but the fact remains you are still undertrained compared to E.H.T.F. Special Forces. Though a few extra hands can be useful.”
Castlemanic took his hand off Kronosdragon’s arm and offered his hand to pull her upright. She gave out a slight growl which made him lift both of his arms over his head in defeat and walked towards Richard, positioning himself at his side.
“As for the newly rescued D.Q. member. As a precaution for the reported supernatural entity in Kronosdragon, she is to have accommodation in Selina’s room. Selina will be with Kronosdragon at all times to ensure this demon is silenced. The Resistance will be accommodated in the near vacant L4- Hallway-12. This is the Captain, signing out.
Richard turned to the soldiers behind, “Ok, you heard the man.” He pointed at Gregory (Sergei-Spawn One) and four other soldiers, “I want you, you, you, you and you to organize the newcomers in double-file formation. Let’s have them out here so the guys can dock the Chinooks back to their places.”
They gave him a unified salute. The five soldiers went in the five Chinooks; sowly walking in, their weapons slung behind their backs. Richard turned to the other soldiers, “Anyone else are free to return to their own business, roaming or loitering.”
They soldiers saluted again in unison and broke formation, leaving Castlemanic, Richard, Selina and Kronosdragon on the wide-space, metal-clad floor, hangar for the moment.
[10:54PM GMT]
Last edited by Razgriz; February 2nd, 2010 at 03:22 PM.
Pre-Hack 1000th DQ Member, 2007
KD swung herself from the stretcher and made an attempt to stand. She was still weary, but was all too happy to find that she could stand on her own. She popped her knuckles absently, feeling the sweet release of tension in her bones. She looked over at the peculiar woman who was silencing the demon. All in all, she didn't look all that happy to hear that she'd be rooming with her. KD looked back toward the resistance members as Mark was led away from her to join them. She scowled at the soldier that had taken Mark by the arm, leading him away. She then looked to the one named Castlemanic, her scowl still as fierce as ever.
"You all had better hope that I'm not kept separated from my men. They don't take kindly to receiving orders from others."
KD allowed her scowl to fade to a look of disapproval as she turned back toward her refugees. Several of them looked at her with questioning eyes. She slowly nodded to them, and they seemed to take the hint. They wordlessly assembled themselves into two neat rows and followed the E.H.T.F. soldiers without complaint. KD watched them go, her heart heavy. She hoped they would all be alright. She wondered what the "Captain" had in store for them...
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Mark quietly followed close behind the soldiers leading his group. He stood at the head of the line, occasionally glancing back at the others behind him. They gave him wordless nods as he turned back around. He watched the soldiers, noticing the foreign weapons that they had slung over their backs. He marveled at them until they finally came to a halt in a hallway.
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KD looked over her new...comrades. The quiet girl named Selina would be her new roommate.
As long as she keeps out of my business and doesn't cause problems, we'll be just fine.
She glanced over at the one who had healed her, Castlemanic.
I don't like him...Something about him set the demon off, making it powerful enough to break free, if only for an instant. Something about him is just...odd.
She looked to the third person, a man she had not yet learned the name of.
"And you are...?" she asked.
"Richard."
"Richard...I'll try to remember that."
She looked around at all three.
"Well, shall we go then?"
I awoke to the sound of someone blabbering on the intercom.
“This is the ‘Captain’ speaking. To all of the newcomers, be glad Vampire-Jade negotiated with me and affected my decision to what will become of you.”
I frown.
Vampire-Jade, it sounds.....familiar.
“I have plans for Kronosdragon’s Pacifier Resistance and for the D.Q. member herself. But for now, it is safe to say that you all will be having accommodation within this facility and any necessary objects you may need will be provided by the store-house – Consider this as some charity.”
I sit upright.
Kronosdragon?
“A form will be sent to the Resistance once they have found accommodation detailing about their choices on how to be useful to the E.H.T.F. – Vampire-Jade had told me that you were trained by Kronosdragon and he....."
I groan as I sit up, silencing the voice, for only a moment. It starts up again, still talking loudly.
"Shut up, please."
“As for the newly rescued D.Q. member. As a precaution for the reported supernatural entity in Kronosdragon, she is to have accommodation in....."
I tune the rest out as I open my door.
Supernatural entity?
I scoff.
There's no such thing.
I'm a member of the Midnight Crew.
(Ok, FYI im not gonna be able to post anything (not that it matters much) for a little while, ive got a crapton of studying to do for my midterms.)
"Whats to understand about 'SWISH, SWISH, STAB'? Its a sword, dude, not a fighter jet."
Castlemanic nodded, keeping his face straight. Something had bothered him the whole time while he was near Kronosdragon.
why is my arm glowing? castlemanics arm seemed to radiate with blue bioenergy, the bioenergy only he could see through his powers. Normally he couldnt see his own, but only until after the scythe within him had been absorbed had castlemanic been able to see brief flashes of light. Yet, it seemed like the scythe hungered for a fight.
IT'S A WEAPON, IT'S FRIGGIN MADE OF METAL castlemanic reminded himself, and as soon as KD walked out of the chinook, the bright blue blaze vanished into his body. castlemanic shook himself and followed, behind the crowd.
Don't lose our mind yet CM, this is only the beginning.
Last edited by castlemanic; January 22nd, 2010 at 12:12 PM.
“262.” Joe said, eying the door.
Welp… welcome to my new home.
He looked to his right, a key card scanner. He put the card into the slot and the door opened up. He stepped inside, noticing that the hard-metal floor of the hallways changed into smooth carpeting. Joe stepped in and looked around. Inside was a small twin-bed, against the right side of the wall, on the foot of the bed was a TV. He looked around some more, against the northern most wall was a desk with four compartments and an office chair. On top of the desk was a laptop and a small stack of papers to the right of it, along with a pen. To the left was the two closets and the shower room.
Hmm… looks cozy.
Joe laughed, he walked over the closet, unlocked both of them and open both of them up; the left was a gun rack, obviously for pistols, sub-machineguns, rifles and a small cases on each side for ammo clips. The right was the closet for clothing; no clothing inside of it.
Well, looks like a good place to stay.
He walked into the bathroom. Shower, Toilet, and Sink. He laughed.
Well, better get cleaned up.
He stepped in, and shut the door behind him. A few minutes later, he walked out, fresh and clean with just his pants on.
You do know that I could have just reformed you and i-
Shut up, I wanted to take a shower.
He walked over to his gun storage and his closet. In his storage was an ACR244 Collectors Rifle and a AK-47 in prime condition. He picked up the ACR244 and noticed it had a few attachments to it. A dot-site, a silencer, a drum-barrel, and a Masterkey connected to its under barrel.
“Now I feel bad that I killed this guy.” Joe said.
Joe looked opened up his closet and saw…nothing.
You don’t need clothes anyways. I just form shit for you.
I like this ACR244…
Well, fire it once; reload it once, shoot that under-barrel shotgun once and reload that as well and you’ll be fine.
A large sheet of steel formed against the wall.
Shoot it at that.
Joe aimed the rifle at the plan sheet of steel and fired it, twice. He ejected the drum barrel, looked at it, put it back into the slot and cocked the rifle. He then looked at the Masterkey. He shot it against the steel plate.
Holy fuck.
He cocked back the handle, and in formed a shell in his hand. He reloaded the shotgun and cocked back the handle so it was loaded. The shadow substance formed around the rifle, and disintegrated back into Joes hand.
It’s yours now.
Sweet shit.
He laughed and sat down on his bed.
Time to get some good sleep.
This is war, survival is your responsibility.
Selina walked down the corridor, KD behind her. Richard walked next to castlemanic as they trailed behind.
"So wait, if the jabbermajiggy clashes with the thiggamawhatsit, then the whohaa meets the clankers?"
castlemanic facepalmed and repeated what he had just said.
"if the photons of light land on an area of a specialised capacitor, then the electrical charge can be used to take instant snapshots provided with the proper lensing system."
"so the yahoos wear the cowboys?"
"you'll get it when you've grown about ten years older." Richard slapped castlemanic on the back of the head as he burst out laughing. Selina pulled out a keycard and unlocked the door.
"I believe i can take it from here gentlemen." Castlemanic nodded, stopping himself from laughing while richard gave an infuriated look. They both walked down the hall away from the two women.
Selina unlocked the door and opened it.
KD peered into the room, following Selina. It was a small, rather plain room. Compared to the close living quarters she was used to, this was homey. She looked around at the bland walls.
"So, this is your room, huh?"
Selina nodded. KD could already tell that this girl was going to be a quiet one, and that was fine with her. The room had two beds, one made, the other just a mattress with folded sheets and a pillow set on it. KD walked over to it and unfolded the sheets, then made the bed neatly complete with 45-degree folds at the bottom corners. She sat down and looked at Selina.
"Okay, I can tell I'm not exactly welcome here, so I'll just say this; I won't bother you if you don't bother me. You seem like the quiet type, and I'm just fine with that. Now, with that being said, where do I go to get my supplies?"
(I'm back!! Didja miss me?)
"Right there, I saw it..."
"Where'd it go?!?"
"Behind you, get out of the way!
"AHHH It's got me!!"
"Nooooo!!"
The bum's eyes snapped open at the sudden flood of memories, and the endless, bloodcurdling laughter. He dragged himself to his feet, focusing on the dirt-floor of the alley for balance.
Where am I?
He looked around and picked a newspaper off of the ground. He scanned it and his eyes filled with horror.
NEW YORK TIMES May 6, 2024
There is No Hope
As of now the death toll is believed to be in the millions. The n00bs run rampant in the city, and there appears to be no end to the hoard. A quarantine of the city has been affected and the DQK are shooting on site. The riots have escalated, and the streets run with the blood of our people. I fear that we may...
How has that much time passed already?!?
His legs gave out beneath him and he collapsed, unconcious before he landed. Moments after he fell to the ground two men passed by the alley he was in. One of them walked into it glanced at him lying on the ground.
"Hey Joe, look at this! What do'ya make of it?"
"Just another street bum. Probably passed out from drinking too much."
"I don't think so, look at the tattoo on his neck."
"Hey...that's the DQ symbol."
"The terrorists, right?"
"Yea. Isn't there a reward or something? And you get to leave New York if you give them the head...."
As the man said this he slowly reached toward the knife in his pocket, and glanced at his companion, who shot at him. The bullet ripped off the side off his face, and he fell to the ground, screaming in pain. At the sound of the gunshot the bum on the ground stirred slightly.
"Sorry old chap, but I'm getting out of this hellhole. No more scrounging food off the bodies, escaping the n00b patrols, or avoiding the rioters. I'm not giving that up for anybod- ACK!!!"
The bum wrapped his hands around the throat of the drunk and twisted. There was a dull crack and the body fell to the ground. He picked up the other man and tore him in half before walking out of the alley. He glanced up at the moon, soaking in it's light, roused by the scent of blood. Madness gleamed in his eye.
Last edited by Marrden; January 29th, 2010 at 11:36 PM.
(Please note, Castlemanic, that this takes place AFTER your current posts. I’m using you just for now.)
[1:00AM GMT]
Joe woke up abruptly with a loud knock on his door. He sighed and rolled over to the right to look at his digital alarm clock on the counter near his bed. He rolled all the way left, swung his legs out of his covers and literally jumped out of his bed. He stepped groggily to his door, mumbling.
“It’s fucking one hour since I fell asleep…why the hell is this mother fucker bothering me? Who is it?”A muffled sound came from the door.
“What?”
A loud scream came from the door.
“Castlemanic!”
“Why didn’t he just walk in?” He said under his breath, sighing. When he reached the door, it automatically opened, revealing Castlemanic in his standard civilian-style-clothing; a red long-sleeve shirt and dark blue almost indigo jeans. Joe, on the other hand, was only in his jeans and no shirt. He leaned in the center of the door against the right, putting his left foot behind his right. He scratched his stomach and just blurted out “What the hell do you want, I’m sleeping.”
“Well… er…” Castlemanic said, looking the other way, “Get a shirt on, The Captain wants to see you.”
As soon as Castlemanic said that, the shadow substance formed over Joe’s chest, coming from his back to his front. In moments, it went backwards and on his torso was a plain black t-shirt.
“Alright, now what.”
Castlemanic had this look if intrigue on his face. “Just…just follow me.”
Joe sighed and followed as Castlemanic walked to his right.
Only a few minutes later they were in front of a doorway with big bold black letters on the door.
“CAPTAIN’S OFFICE.” Joe said when reading the door. Castlemanic replied politely with “Just get in the fucking door.”
So he did.
He stepped into the large office; his footsteps switching from the sound of cold hard metal to soft, plush carpeting. The room looked like something you would think to see a typical fancy office room with a large desk and an awesome, comfy swivel chair behind it that has a back-rest taller than the Captain when he is sitting in it. Behind that desk were filing cabinets, a book shelf and what he thought was a fire-place.
“Hello, buddy.”
“I’m not your buddy” The Captain responded, firmly, “I am you commanding officer and your superior in rank and intelligence.” He said, sitting up in his chair, still in his care-bear outfit.
“Guess that makes me superior in everything else, then.” Joe said, walking up to the desk, forming a chair on his way. By the time he walked across the room to the Captain’s desk, the chair was formed and Joe slammed it down into the ground. “Especially in dress.” He said firmly, sitting into the new-chair. Joe couldn’t see it, but he thought that the Captain was mad.
“I got a perfect mission for you. Mister…”
“Lucky Joe, I thought you knew that.”
“No.” The Captain leaned back in his swivel chair, putting his fluffy arms behind his head. “Let me ask you one question, Joe. Do you like trains?”
“Sure. I had some good fights on them before.”
“Well then.” The Captain leaned forward against his desk. “I’m sure you will love this mission. This will take you deep behind enemy lines on a-“
“Whoa, whoa, whoa… how much will it pay.”
“Pay? What do you mean, ‘Pay’?”
Joe smirked and leaned forward. “I’m a mercenary. I get paid to do work. DQ trained me and I’m pretty loyal to DQ, I worked for them for a price though, buddy.”
The Captain sat up a bit. “How much?”
“Depending on how dangerous the mission was. Most missions cost about a few hundred-thousand bucks. It used to be in the millions awhile ago…” Joe said, reminiscing. He leaned forward after he heard The Captain gulp.
“But since you guys need me and I can form whatever gun I want now, you guys get me for your guys’ elite salary…if they even get paid.”
“I can handle that.” The Captain said with a small sigh a relief.
“Now, continue on with this mission debrief.” Joe said, sitting backwards in his new chair.
“This will take you into the borders of Germany. In which you shall sabotage a train and do whatever it takes to destroy what is inside…”
“Alright…. Now what the fuck am I actually doing?”
“It has been long known to us the Germany and Russia are both major points in Europe for n00b and DQK activity. The n00bs in Russia have been producing tanks, jets, weapons, and expendable soldiers en masse for DQKs disposal. We wondered how they transferred the weapons over to Germany without us noticing it and now we have a slight idea. We think that they are transporting these weapons via an underground rail system. We are first transporting you to Russia, to find this rail system. You will than infiltrate it and, once in, destroy the trains cargo. We are to believe that there is only one train. So if you destroy this one train, we might put a set back to their operation.”
Joe leaned back in his chair. “Sounds good.”
“I want you to assemble a team, and come back to me when you are ready.”
“First off, I would love to bring Vampire Jade. What is his status?”
The Captain leaned back. “He’s already going to another mission.”
“What is the danger rate of this mission… and I mean, if I brought 5 soldiers, how many would come back?”
“The possible chance of 5 of our regs coming back… would be zero.”
Joe had a huge smirk on his face. “I’ll do it, alone.”
The Captain had this look in his face which mixed from This guy is an idiot to This guy is un-fucking believable and a hint of Is this man mentally stable? “What the hell do you mean by ‘alone’?”
“I’ll do it by myself, I destroy the train myself, and I’ll kill everybody on board by myself. Do I need to make myself any clearer than that?”
“At least take somebody with you…”
“I don’t really need or want to.”
“I mean… a sapper would be something you should take…”
“No, I can plant bombs all by myself.”
“Well then… I can send you on your mission whenever you are ready.”
“Sweet shit, just let me think of what weapons I want to take I do want to take one or two or three weapons with me along with a knife… plus, I could use some stealth in this after I blow the shit out of that train. Want me to make the tunnels unrecognizable?”
“I don’t care how you do it, just get it done.”
“Sure thing.” And with that, Joe stood up and the chair deformed. He gave a slight salute. “I’m ready now.” The captain nodded his head and pressed a button on his large desk. “A chopper is prepared for you to lift off and go whenever you are ready. Head down to the main bay whenever you are ready.”
“Alright, buddy.” Joe said, walking out of the room.
Last edited by Lucky Joe; February 3rd, 2010 at 08:08 PM. Reason: spelling error.
(EDIT: I'm officially making Lucky-Joe having an hour of sleep because two hours is just too much a time gap... All players should be posting up time-tags which are close to the time-tags in my post... Otherwise, refer to the time-system section in the main post.)
[11:54PM GMT]
The Captain sat behind his desk comfortably; occasionally, clawing at the pink care-bear, adult-sized suit.
I have to last three days in this thing?!
Two knocks then came from the door. The Captain was going through some files on his table and momentarily glancing at the reports that were sent to him on his computer. Again, two knocks was heard from the door. The Captain took a sip from his coffee mug, “Come in.”
The door slowly opened, revealing slender fingers on the door knob. A woman meekly walked in and saluted. The Captain saluted in return.
“Sir, the briefing disks have been delivered.” The secretary kept her hands locked behind her.
“Good, now all I have to do is wait for a reply… Carry on.” He took another sip from his mug and saluted first before her.
“Sir!” She saluted and turned on her heel, closing the door behind her.
~~~~~
[11:01PM GMT]
The familiar ring of an elevator bell rang before its doors opened. Vampire-Jade walked out unhurriedly, his hands swaying on his side; following the rhythm of his movement.
Why did I do it in the first place? …
Without moving a muscle on his neck, his eyes glanced down at his right pocket where his P.D.A. lay within. He took a turn to the left and continued walking in a gradual pace. Two patrolling E.H.T.F. soldiers were having a conversation until their eyes were caught by Vampire-Jade’s. They stopped their conversation and gave him a salute. Vampire-Jade saluted in return, without stopping. As they disappeared from the side of his eye, his keen ears can hear them talking again.
A sense of duty? A sense of redemption from my past deeds?
Vampire-Jade turned to one door as his ears picked up the sound of laughter behind it. A few D.Q. members, he had never seen before, walked by him – He never expected anyone to know about him anyway.
I killed D.Q. members as a T.A.S.C. master assassin… Is that why I brought it upon myself to save them now? Or was it because of their deaths? … Because I was helpless and could not save them – I should have suggested him to send me alone… Why?
As he continues towards his room, he can hear the sounds of girl crying. From the sound, he could make out who is crying. He walked closer to the door where the sounds were emitted. He noticed that the door was not locked but he took in some courtesy of knocking the door first, holding on to the door knob.
He first heard a sniff, and then she spoke, “Come in…”
He pushed the door slightly to see the same grey-painted room that was available around the base, Sleon on her bed with tear-swollen eyes.
Or maybe I suddenly began caring… Something that I have not done until I met her…
~~~~~
[11:03PM GMT]
Selina stood beside Kronosdragon. Her arms folded, occasionally glancing around her. Kronosdragon has been tagging furniture, clothing, appliances and whatever necessities are available in the supply room with a little device that was given to her when she first entered by an E.H.T.F. soldier-receptionist.
The supply room was huge, almost like the size of a dock warehouse. Most furniture and appliances are the same – Many of them are in crates and stacked up. Clothing was of various sizes, colours and styles. Low-tech weapons were also available to the newcomers of the E.H.T.F. base – However, Kronosdragon has not reached that area yet.
Around them were several pairs E.H.T.F. soldiers – Either loitering around or patrolling. Kronosdragon’s Pacifier Resistance were also around the supply room, accompanied by E.H.T.F. soldiers who mostly likely led them here. Selina caught Kronosdragon’s eyes glancing at the soldiers around her Resistance. Some were engaged in conversations, Selina heard a few hearty laughs at times.
“The soldiers.” This caught Kronosdragon’s attention for a moment but continued tagging supplies, “Although they are trained veterans, they are still human. The E.H.T.F. soldiers were trained to be killers but also protectors. Most of them are good people; some are stern but knows how to live a good life and a good friend – The Captain is an example of those people. I’m telling you this because you seem to worry about your Resistance when around the E.H.T.F.”
Selina’s arms were still folded, her hip popping from her side – She waited for Kronosdragon to answer, allowing her time to continue tagging even.
Last edited by Razgriz; February 7th, 2010 at 10:54 AM.
Pre-Hack 1000th DQ Member, 2007
[11:05 PM]
KD didn't look up from her work as Selina spoke. She was quiet for a moment, letting this sink in.
"I don't trust them."
She continued tagging her supplies. Without looking up, she breathed a sigh and continued.
"I've been with the Resistance since I first saved one of their sorry asses."
KD gave a slight chuckle, despite her dark mood. She turned her head slightly in Selina's direction.
"I'm the one who organized the Resistance, trained them how to fight, and taught them everything I know about surviving ever since I first learned what the n00bs were doing in those labs."
KD looked back down as she continued tagging her new belongings.
"And they trust me with their lives. How can I not be worried about them when in the company of another organization, the likes of which I've never heard?"
KD went silent as she mechanically went on tagging supplies.
11:02 pm
After the fight between her and her brother, Sleon ran back to the room and slam the door with out bothering to lock it as she pressed her back to the door. At the same time her memories started flashing back to the five years that she had to endure from the experimenting, to the torturing, and finally to when she reunites with her brother again, each one making her feel as if her heart was being torned to shreds over and over again.
With as much strength as she could muster, she wobbles to her bed and started crying as she remembered what her brother had said to her. "ITS A WONDER S.K.E.W. KEPT A TRASH LIKE YOU AS A WEAPON!!!!!!"
She cries harder as the words seem to echo through her thoughts. 'I Didn't Ask For This!' she thought painfully, 'I didn't ask to become like this! To not live a full life, to not be ok or to loose control, Or Even Be Trash!!!!'
Sleon kept crying for over an hour till she heard the door knock. She sniff as she said, "Come in," while expecting her brother. But as the door opens, her eyes widened as she sees that it wasn't Wraith, but someone else.
'Vampire-jade?! she thought frantically as she looked down, 'What he doing here?!' Still looking down, she asks him a question. "What is it vampire-jade?"
(Sorry! I've been studing like crazy for the ACT tests and I kinda had a Post writers block. ^_^")
(Short post... -_-)
[11:02PM GMT]
Sleon quickly averted her eyes from Vampire-Jade’s. He slowly walked towards her but stopped half-way across the room when she spoke again, “What is it, Vampire-Jade?”
He folded his arms and stood there, his red eyes analyzing her for a moment. She was still facing the floor. “Are you not surprised to see me here? You had never told me where your room was. Still, I recognized your voice when you were crying…”
He walked towards her bed and seated himself on it; making sure to leave a gap between Sleon and himself. He kept his head down as well. He believes that if he kept his eyes on her, she would feel uneasy during - Which he feels - A sensitive moment.
He did his best in sounding concerned to avoid his monotone, usually unemotional, tone, “Sleon… Why are you crying? Is there anything I could do to help?”
~~~~~
[11:06PM GMT]
Selina continued gazing around her, answering Kronosdragon, “Understandable. E.H.T.F is a secret organization like D.Q. Please, proceed tagging your new belongings.”
She broke away from Kronosdragon, walking not too far from her. Her arms were still folded as she walked, watching the Kronosdragon’s Resistance tagging free furniture and what-not.
Who was that man… The one who came with Richard…
Her mind flashed back to that short moment. She didn’t notice him at first as she was focused on the newcomer known as Lucky-Joe, not until Richard mentioned her name. She turned to find a man she didn’t recognized. He was pale, long bangs with purple streaks, striking red eyes and a stern look on his face but she found him to be… Cute.
She shook her head from that train of thought and walked back towards Kronosdragon. One of her Resistance fighters began, as he passed by, “Hey, KD. Are you going to join us for dinner? I hear they have loads to stuff us.”
Pre-Hack 1000th DQ Member, 2007
KD felt a little more relaxed as Selina started to walk away from her. She continued to tag the things she wanted, and was startled when one of her men walked by.
"Hey KD. Are you going to join us for dinner? I hear they have loads to stuff us."
She turned around to face him. He was one of the younger men in her group, just barely over 20.
"...I suppose it wouldn't hurt. We haven't had a proper meal in ages."
"Great! We'll see you there!"
KD nodded to him as he walked off with the rest of his group. She continued to tag the few remaining items she wanted. Selina had come back, setting her on edge again.
[10:49PM GMT]
A lone man staggered down the street. He nearly ran over one of the Homeless scrounging through a trashcan for food. The Homeless started to voice a complaint, but was silenced by the murderous look in the man's eye, and a feral growl that came from his throat. The Homeless fled, there were other trashcans to be found.
I should go after him, impure flesh maybe, but enough to hold me until-
What the fuck am I thinking?
The man stopped suddenly, a look of horror on his face. He stopped there, so preoccupied with his thoughts he didn't notice the group of men approaching him.
"Do you have your papers?"
The man looked up at the ruin of a face. Several deep gouges, similar to claw marks, followed the path of where his right eyebrow should have been, exposing bone. A patch of his face surrounding the scar had been burned horribly and the pink skin sagged.
"I said, do you have your papers?"
"I think this one's a looney, we're wasting our time here. No way he's DQ."
"We need to make sure, all the same."
He looked at the speaker and for the first time noticed the uniforms with an large DQK on each of the uniform's right bres, and what appeared to be long gaffs on their backs. He started to say he didn't know what they were talking about, but instead he heard himself say,
"I have my papers, they're right here." He felt himself reach into his pocket and felt....nothing. Until he suddenly felt a paper appear in his hand. He pulled it out and handed it to the leader of the group.
"Hm, let's see here. Chas M. Collum....supporter of the Movement, anti-DQ sentiments and aided in the liberation of New York. Well, well. Looks like we got ourselves a Goldie. Here," the leader of the squad pulled a quarter out of his pocket and slapped it into Chas' hand, "Go buy yourself something nice." He started walking away and burst out laughing. The rest of his squad joined him.
As they walked farther down the street to antagonize other bystanders, Chas felt himself crumple the paper into a ball, and the heat of flames as he turned it to ash.
Soon, very soon. Their flesh is mine, I will dine well tonight.
A worried look crossed his face and he let the ashes in his palm fall to the ground.
What's happening to me?!?
Time is counted in seconds others minutes, even to some days. But to me I count it in millenniums at a time. Death is seen as the end and final rest. But for my crime I must live through it knowing what will happen if even for a moment something bad will happen. When I die I don’t just fall down and that’s the end is only a temporary. I’m forced to return to this plane of existents. Food turns to ash in my mouth, Death and Decay where ever I touch.
My name I’ve forgot it. People just call me XIII [13] for the luck I’ve had in my time in this prison called hell. The D.Q took me in no questions asked. Florida was Ideal for me for the cold would only make things worse, I became cold Blooded. But something’s it seems were never met to be soon after I joined something hit the base I was staying at. None of the other D.Q. members were there it was as if they just disappeared. I wish I could die for it would be easier than having to watch my back all the time. I hope D.Q comes soon, I don’t know if I can hold back the bones that want out.
XIII walked down the road in a full trench coat and heavy military boots. His breath was visible even thou it was about 80 degrees outside. His home was on a Greave yard, for it gave him more power being in a Unholy place. He dodged churches and other Holy placed, they would harm him. In the grave he was save.
It was getting late for him and his home was less a block away. The smell of unwanted guests hit his nose. He looked over his shoulder, two men were following him. They had been on his trail for the past hour.
Why do you always avoid them? You should just attack; they won’t leave till you do. Come on just let me out even for a moment.
No not here it’s too populated, plus I should just wait till I hear from the D.Q. Wait why am I talking to my self
I don’t know. After all I’m just you. Hahahahahaha
Shaking his head he looked and bolted down the road. The two men did the same following him. Looking around he saw an overhang and with a quick leap he landed on the hang. The men must have not seen for they just kept going fight past him.
With them out of the way XIII went to his home in the Greave yard. It was under ground for when he had moments the Monster inside him got out. A chare with a table and radio sat in the back. XIII went over and picked up the microphone. “This is XIII, possibly last D.Q. member left In Florida, and I’m casting on all channels of the D.Q. I’ve lost contacted will all other Members. Please respond.” The radio rang in static. “Nothing.” He put down the microphone and went to the chare. After he sat down, and turned off the lights it became dark. When he opened his eyes were the only light with a Ice Blue glow.
It seems your left here in the same place where it all began XIII. Where it all began.
[11:15PM]
KD walked into the mess hall, Selina not far behind. She emerged through a set of double doors to a large hall, where members of her resistance were mingling at the tables. KD couldn't help but smile seeing couples reunited and talking as if everything were alright again. A couple of small children chased each other around the tables, only to be stopped by one of the EHTF soldiers. KD stepped up as the startled children began to back away from the tall man in uniform. She stepped in front of them and looked at the soldier, standing eye-to-eye with him.
"Is there a problem?" she asked coolly.
"Please keep the children under control. This is a military establishment."
"Oh, I'm sorry," KD said, her voice smooth as silk. "I was under the impression that this was a safe haven for people like us."
"Ma'am, I don't want any trouble."
"There won't be any trouble."
KD turned to the children and walked them back to their mothers.
"Now you two stay together, alright?" KD instructed. The wide-eyed youngsters nodded and sat at the table with their mothers who were eyeing the soldiers warily.
"Don't worry about them," KD said, attracting their attention. "They will do you no harm."
KD leaned in whisper in their ears.
"And if they lay a hand on you, don't hesitate to give them a taste of what I've taught you."
The women nodded and returned to their meals. KD took a quick look around, then spotted the line where several of her men were waiting to recieve food. She walked up to the back of the line and found herself behind none other than Mark.
"KD? You look...different."
"How?"
"Try the fangs and the weird eye color. They look like they're turning red..."
KD shrugged.
"Oh well, part of the bodily transformation I suppose."
Mark gave her a strange stare.
"What?"
"Nothing...Been a while since we've been able to relax, eh?"
"It'll still be a while before I can. I'm glad you're finding it so easy."
"...You're in a bad mood aren't you?"
"How did you guess?"
"What's wrong?"
Mark stepped up in line and grabbed a tray, passing one back to KD.
"I mean, look. We're alive, we're getting fed a proper meal for the first time in ages, and we've arrived at a place where those n00bs won't be able to bother us. We're actually relatively safe for once."
"Be that as it may, but I still don't trust them. Have you ever heard of the EHTF?"
"No, but who's to say they aren't the good guys? They rescued us from the n00bs, didn't they?"
Mark started filling his tray with various foods. KD's tray remained empty as she moved up in line.
"I'm just not sure...It'll take a while for me to 'warm up' to these...soldiers."
KD glanced toward the table where most of her men sat. A few of them were conversing with the soldiers that had ridden with them in the chinooks. She felt the corner of her mouth twitch, but otherwise showed no emotion. She really had a distaste for soldiers, and has had one since she was young. She reached out to a fruit bowl and picked up an apple, placing it neatly on the corner of her tray. She followed along behind Mark, picking up small bits of random foods, mostly things with high sugar or carb content to help her regain her energy. She sat down beside Mark and a few of the other men. They were all worn, tired, and hungry, but they still found the energy to smile and salute her as she sat down amongst them. She nodded to them and tried to ignore the looks that she was getting from some of the...younger men in the group. She had yet to change into some real clothes, and chances were that this was the first time they had seen her since she disappeared with Jman. She shot them a look that clearly said "Stop staring and eat," which most of them did. One gathered up the nerve to ask, "KD, what happened to you?"
KD looked him in the eye and said, "I'll tell you all later."
The young man nodded, taking the hint, and went back to devouring his meal. KD quietly munched her apple as she listened to the various conversations that ran up and down the table. Some where talking about their rooms and where they were located, while others were talking about the battle that had ensued on the hilltop just before liftoff. KD couldn't help but grin as one of the men flexed his muscles for one of the women, who looked at him with unimpressed eyes. KD chuckled and continued to eat. She barely kept in mind that Selina wasn't far away.
The intercoms in the corners of the hall suddenly came to life, a bit of static beginning a new announcement.
"Attention; would Kronosdragon please report to the Captain's office? I repeat, would Kronosdragon please report to the Captain's office. That is all."
KD grumbled and hastily shoved the last bit of her food in her mouth, dumping her tray and leaving the mess hall. She headed toward the Captain's office, passing many doors on her way. She finally came to one with "CAPTAIN'S OFFICE" above the door.
How handy...
She raised her hand and knocked on the door three times, then heard a rough "Come in" from the other side. When she opened the door, she had to fight not to laugh. She kept a straight face as she examined the man in the pink carebear suit.
This guy must be a nutter...
She regained her composure and shut the door.
"You called?"
Last edited by kronosdragon; February 3rd, 2010 at 04:25 PM.
(who?)Originally Posted by Vampire-Jade
(JOE YOU ABUSER DX, NOOOOOOO)
(Marrden! welcome back!)
Castlemanic walked down the hall towards his room. He was feeling tired and his right arm was feeling weird, as if he had the urge to swing something. Castlemanic ignored it and went to his room door and unlocked it. He closed the door behind him, locked the door and flopped down on his bed.
Fina-
A knock at his door stopped him mid thought. Castlemanic cursed silently for about a minute before the knock at the door happened again. Castlemanic got up, placed an extremely annoyed face on himself and unlocked the door and opened it.
He found a scientist from the labs below.
"Hello, Mr Castlemanic?"
Castlemanic just stared in his annoyed state.
"ah, well, *ahem*, Mr Arnie wants to see you about the stealth suit."
"Tell him to give me an hour to sleep"
"But sir, he sa-"
Castlemanic slammed the door and flopped on his bed. The knock resounded again. Castlemanic grabbed his sword and walked to the door again. He unlocked it and opened it wide, showing the sword in his hand clearly.
"One more knock, and this sword will go so far up your ass-"
"Mr Arnie said the stealth suit is ready and he though you might want to try it out."
The scientist said, shaking with fear. Castlemanic was just about ready to shoot himself at this point, and then remembered the futility of it. He sighed and said "take me to him."
~~~~~~~~~~~
Castlemanic reached the science bay five minutes later. He walked up to mr Arnie.
"The suits ready?"
"Ah castlemanic, yes it is. Sorry to disturb you, but we need to test run the suit before the mission tomorrow."
"So who is going to wear the suit?"
"One of our top stealth agents. He'll be sent on recon to relay the information to your group before you head in there."
Castlemanic nodded. "Alright, lets get this show on the road."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At the construction site, all the workers were shouting to each other to get the work done. One man was on the wall, placing the bricks in the right place as he crawled on the wall to another position, grabbing another brick before returning to his place. The sheer height that he was at did not scare him, nor the steepness of the slope, as he clung to the completely vertical wall using his palms and the edges of his feet. He crawled to his previous position and placed the new brick before applying the cement to hold the building together.
Another man on the ground walked nearby, lifting his hand as metallic support cables clung themselves onto a nearby supply of bricks. The crane then lifted up the chains and the supply of bricks along with them. The man smiled as he walked away to another part of the construction site, passing a few men with blueprints of the structure they wanted to complete.
In the far distance however, a noob scout lowered his binoculars. "This can't be. There can't be so many DQ members in one place, we took them out!" The noob looked through his binoculars. This was one of the new buildings the Egyptian government was building to help secure their peace with the Pacifier alliance. It had been three months ago when they started, and the state of the building was almost complete, it would be another week or so before they started furnishing the building and painting all the walls.
"I must report this to HQ. So many people with abilities and we've missed them for this long. DQ will be wiped out forever!" He turned around and left, sending the signal to his leaders. A strike team would take half a day to be assembled before proper transportation would be provided. The invasion of the newest city would begin the next day.
11:02
Sleon looks away as she goes deep in thought. 'I can't tell him what happen or Wraith might get in trouble.' she thought, 'Besides, its not like I'm worth worrying over...'
With a heavy sigh, she turns to face Vampire-Jade with a small, assurring smile. "It's nothing," she said, "I just... had a bad nightmare, thats all..."
(I'm going to make my post by voice from now on, so taking some time...)
Member since August 2007; Watcher since 2005.
XIII woke with a strange taste in his mouth, it was worse than normal. It was blood? With a hardened face he went over to the radio, picked up the microphone. Adjusting the knob he spoke. “This is XIII, casting on all D.Q. radio channels. If you can hear me, I’m in Florida area 490c. If you can hear me send someone here to recover lost Items. I have them and they need extract now. I will be in the area roaming the streets.” XIII put down the microphone and picked up a smaller one. With the main one was playing as a terminal, In the event someone replied to his calls.
Curse modern days. I should have just left it where I found it. Either way I hope someone calls soon, one more day here and I might lose it.
XIII went over and lifted the hatch that coved his home. Outside tombstones covered the ground and the two men from before were searching for something. Reaching down he picked up a Beret .50 cal rifle. Slinging it over his shoulder, reaching over he picked up the extra clips and put them in his pocket. With swift motion he jumped out closed the hatch and bolted out if the Greave yard.
Why are they always after me who are they. I will find out when the D.Q. get here. XIII gave out a long sigh. The time will come, till then I just have to get to the server.
XIII headed south and went off. When he looked back he saw he was leaving a trail of Death and Decay with every step. It was only the size of his foot but still enough to give him away. Shaking his head XIII set off waiting for the call on the radio.
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