Foreboding Skies In The North (Mature) Aug 14, 2006 1:10:15 GMT -5
Post by The Helper on Aug 14, 2006 1:10:15 GMT -5
Call of the Siren
For the first time, the sirens throughout the school were wailing... wailing... wailing. Loud, low, something wrong. ".. All volunteers, please head off to the launch pads in back Babylos. This is not a drill. This is not a drill." An unfamiliar voice, perhaps Azrael Thantos? No, there was more of a rough undertone to it, not the sarcastic elegance that Azrael used. Nor was it kind or friendly, as Professor Byron. No.. this sounded slightly foreign, some sort of military tune to it. ".. I repeat, all volunteers, please head to the heavy blimp launch pads. This is not a drill. Briefing will start in thirty minutes." Barely, just barely, the sirens were slightly less loud then the speakers, but never once did they stop wailing. A state of emergency, it seemed the place was in. What sort of emergency, in God's name? There was a hush and a rush with all the students. Who would volunteer for this sudden crazy thing? Sounded important, but.. what was so important that they'd need such loud and noisy sirens for it? Something was amiss here..
* * * * * * * ....Elsewhere.... * * * * * * *[/center]
".... So.... it's finally begun, eh?" came the black cloaked old man, his white, frosty beard picking up pieces of snowflakes, as he seemingly glided across the snow, of what appeared to be an army behind him. "... With this book, I could easily destroy that base.." came the eerie whisper, as he looked onto the Northern D-13 base. Snow. He looked up, as if, expecting to see someone watching him, his eyes, emenating with a flame-like light that rose from it, yellowish in color. [glow=black,2,300]"You must not fail, Mamolian.. resist destroying it, until they have come. The larger the blow against them.. the more glorious the victory it shall be. We have sent Donar ahead to... 'greet them'. We expect results."[/glow] came a voice from aside him. A completely cloaked figure in black, his features unseen. In a whisk of shadows, he disappeared. A subtle smile came from the Necromancer pulled the skull cape more tightly over his head, as he strode on. His ghouls licked their lips, eager... eager for the battle ahead, further away, a more dangerous army seen. Reinforcements were a few days away, due to their heavy proportions and instability. Their strike force would be enough, so long as the magical shields held. Part of the plan. His, skull-gauntleted hand went down to a book, at the side of his robes, as he opened it up with a quick flick of his wrist, the pages floating magically to the correct one, where words glowed, his left hand stabbing his evil-looking rod into the snow, casting his left hand, open, as if to block out the base from his own view.
"... Let the battle begin.. FROSTHOS!" as a shockwave of energy emenated from the ground, towards the base, spikes of ice shooting up from the ground, as it began to tear up into the base. Outlooking D-13 guards spotted this only too late, the snowy fog that emenated from this strange old man blocking out his vicious attack, as it began to tear into them, breaking apart bodies, spilling blood into the once pure-white snow. An alarm sounded, as the Necromancer closed his hand, turning it into a point, his ghouls ready for the word. He looked at them, at both sides of himself, as around fourty-eight undead things were ready to kill. A smile curled up on his face. "... All forces...."
... The sun went down, as night time came upon them all...
* * * * * * * ....Meanwhile.... * * * * * * *[/center]
"... Students. Why can't you send Kenji or yourself?" came a somewhat annoyed voice. Azrael Thantos snickered, slightly at this. "Students are expendable. They only become more useful if they gain experiance. As for myself, Kenji, Byron, and the Headmaster... we have nothing to gain, and everything to lose. Personally... I envy the students. This almost sounds like fun." Captain Bardy looked at him, slightly disgusted, his two soldiers standing behind him, looking at this man with a slight bit of fright. "... Fun indeed. We don't know what we're up against.. although, I suppose that does make sense, in some sick twisted way. You're sure you didn't have a hand in deciding this?" "... Oh, don't worry, Captain. We have a certain lug of a fellow who can jump in, if need be. In fact... he insisted, himself..." his lips curling into a cruel smile. Taken aback by this, Bardy just straightened out his D-13 hat, adjusting himself, waiting behind the hastily set up podium, with a line of about twelve D-13 soldiers behind the podium stand, aside from the two standing by him. The briefing would begin shortly, after a few students got here. Amazing what kids could do these days... Bardy could still scarcely believe it himself, as he gave a little smile.
* * * * * * * ....Off In Some Eskimo Village.... * * * * * * *
[glow=black,2,300]"... Well...?"[/glow] said one dark figure, nearby an eskimo's igloo. [glow=black,2,300]"The plan is coming together, perfectly."[/glow] said another, appearing before him, in a cast of shadows. [glow=black,2,300]"The necromancer Mamolian will prove... useful. At least with that book, hopefully."[/glow] One of the cloaked figures sniffed. [glow=black,2,300]".. This truly is the coming of evil.. isn't it? Wh-What in God's name are you still doing in there!?"[/glow] cried out one, peaking into the entrance of the igloo. [glow=black,2,300]"... I'm almost there! I'm the one and only cumming evil, bitch!"[/glow] came the gleeful response, as he continued to rape the wailing Eskimo woman, who.. really wasn't attractive. The dark figure looked up at the others, disgusted. [glow=black,2,300]"... I swear. Are we quite done yet?" "... Ahh.. Ahhh.. ahhh... God... Oh God... yes, we are so done here..."[/glow] as the wailing collapsed, and the woman fell to the floor of the igloo, an empty look of her eyes. Dead. The dark figure came out, dripping. The others shook their heads at him. [glow=black,2,300]"... I saw, I came, I conqoured.. this village."[/glow] There was a pause. They continued to shake their heads at him, and then, walked off into the snow. [glow=black,2,300]".. H-hey! Wait for me!"[/glow] as he ran off after them, his cloak leaving behind a suggestively smelling trail of bodily fluids and blood from overexertion.