Foreboding Skies In The North (Mature)

[The Designer]

OoC: Errm.....SInce Helper Ain't Here, I'll fill in the Holes.... Forgive me If I stray from Donar's Character or the Captains, but I'll try my best to depict them

"It is alright Donar" The Captain said kindly to Xeryth "Even old gruffed soldiers get afraid of the killing. Makes sense a kid like you can't fight. Either way, all we can do now is just wait for-"

Then, a suddenly explosion occurred on the Blimp, as the entire back side exploded in a fantastic and magical fashion.

A Few Minutes Ago

Donar quickly side stepped Setsuna's attack, showing off his impressive and majestic speed of course. His body moved like lighting compared to Setsuna, and with Setsuna already moving so fast, Donar of course was only a blur to even the most well-trained warrior. A smile creeped on his face as he prepared to unleash some sort of hell on Setsuna, but as he did he felt a wire nick at his wrist.

Behind him some young kid, albeit older then most of the other students, came out of the blue and had the gonads to attack Donar from the behind. Unluckily for that kid, Donar not only dodged those wires, but the wires that this man had sent. He had skill though, for being able to get Donar like that, but other wise he was on the same level as the rest of these brats. Speaking of brats, he soon realized he had himself out numbered and out gunned. While he could obliterate and otherwise annihilate these kids, he himself would get pretty Fu*ked over in the process as well. Might as well cut your loses and live to fight another day right?

"So, you guys vere most fun" Donar said, his face curling up in a twisted smile. "But I've have got to go now. Perhaps ve will play again another day, but for now, Auf Wiedersehen"

With that, Donar quickly curled his hands into fists as he raised them into the air, and with it a large thunderstorm began to brew. Coming from out of now where, the energy and lighting from the storm fueled him, so that a pretty powerful electric shield covered him and Nineball, making the two for all intent and purposes, untouchable....

However, as Donar dropped his arms, a very, very large beam of energy shot out from his arms, roaring into the blimp. It shot right through he lower decks to hit the engine room, completely destroying it. With it, the Blimp began to sank, as fire slowly engulfed the lower levels of the colossal ship....

With that, Donar slipped into Nineball, still grinning at his opponents with his devilish smile.

"Ve shall meet again, make no mistake Arcane Students" He said...And just as he left in his suit, an echo could be heard behind.... "Ahnenerbe sagts Auf Wiedersehen"

Meanwhile:

"Everyone, to an escape pod" The Captain Said quickly over the intercom "They're located on the main floor, so getting there should be no trouble. Currently, our position over the North Pole will allow the teams to easily get over to the Arctics in a mere matter of hours if the weather permits.....Quickly now! The ship could very well explode in the next moment!"

With that, everyone proceeded to go into an escape pod, even the drivers of the blimp.... Knowing full well there is nothing saving it. Students and Soldiers rushed past each other, running into their only escape....But for the Captain, things were different.

"Now...I guess in the end, I shall follow the line of legendary Captains....and go down with the Ship" He said to himself...

With that, Strong-eye here proceeded to move over to the Bridge, looking out of the window and into the arctic abyss before him and the entire team. His death would be a noble one, and in the face of his own demised, remained calm and relaxed.... Slowly picking up the intercom once more...he said with his full voice..

"GET OFF NOW!!!"

[Setsuna]

As Setsuna roared in towards his target, the beast flew to the side, escaping the attack with surprising ease… This served to annoy Setsuna… But when Donar stopped, the dark blade wielding demon couldn’t help but grin… Ethan, the man he had fought upon arriving at the academy, had taken the German by surprise and hit him with a ceramic wire. Something Setsuna remembered well… Donar saw Ethan, along with the other students who had lent their attacks to Setsuna’s. He then seemed to realize that as powerful as he may be… Fighting so many would be useless… He said goodbye, and set a large black cloud down upon the blimp. It circled and raged as a storm built over the large balloon. Two powerful bolts crashed into Donar and his robot, supercharging them and giving them a distinguishable shield of energy, circling their bodies.

Suddenly, more bolts blasted through the air, and tore into the blimp’s fabric, rending a large hole through the ship, all the way down to the engine, which created an audible explosion that shook the blimp violently once more. Donar warned everyone that they would meet again, before leaving, his lingering voice echoing across the wind. It was at that point that it became exceedingly obvious that the blimp’s ability to stay in the air had been impeded beyond repair. Setsuna’s eyes darted about, taking in the situation completely, trying to ground himself firmly in the reality of the situation before acting out in any unnecessary manner. After a few seconds, he turned his attention to Ethan. “You’re not bad! But if you want to live long enough to put that skill to any use, we’re going to have to get off this blimp!” He yelled out. Normally he wouldn’t care… But there was one thing alone that he respected… And that was strength. Something that Ethan was continuing to show he held in abundance.

No longer caring about the wellbeing of the blimp, Setsuna ran towards the edge of the now falling vehicle. He then dived off the edge, beginning what would look to be an insane stunt of suicide. However, just as he went over, he jammed his sword into the blimp’s balloon, carving a large rip in a number of the outer chambers, slowing his decent, until he reached the bottom of his fall, where he continued his momentum, and drove his feet firmly into the nearest window, slamming the reinforced thick plastic out of it’s fitting, and popping it inside the cabin, allowing him entrance to the interior once more, and allowing him to avoid any rush to get back inside by the others who had been trying to fight Donar.

As he reached the interior, he herd the captain order everyone into the escape pods. It was a logic he couldn’t argue with. He also heard what sounded like the captain muttering to himself about going down with the ship. Setsuna payed him no mind. The man was nothing but an annoyance to him anyway… He then dashed for the nearest escape pod, avoiding the crowd’s as best he could… That particular pod was as yet empty, and as he entered, he turned around and called out. “Ethan! You have 10 seconds to get over here if you want to secure a seat in this pod!” Setsuna had no intention of sharing the pod with anyone else… But should things go wrong, and should they get separated from the group, Setsuna knew Ethan’s skills would come in handy… And so, exactly 10 seconds later, Setsuna’s pod launched from the ship… The question though… Was whether or not Ethan too was inside…

[Ethan Yukimaru]

Ethan watched to his dismay as the monster before him was able to dodge his wires gracefully, each razor edged string missing him by at least an inch. However, luckily for Ethan these wires were his ceramics so the electricity he had did not effect him in the least bit. Pulling back his strings, he readied himself for another attack. With that, the entire army of students began to conform around him, molding into a single, huge army of mages. Donar, obviously discontent with this, Bid the students farewell in German.....And so ends the conflict.... At least, that's what he thought...

Instead, The Neo-Nazi summoned a huge dark cloud over the blimp, as lighting struck down from it and supercharged Donar and Nineball. Then, with a devilish grin one might add, the mad German shot through the fabric and layers of the blimp, destroying the engine room as well as a few floors in the process. In the ensuring chaos, he snuck away.... Confident that he had finished off the students. The blimp began a rapid decline, as The Captain ordered an immediate escape via the Escape pods. As Ethan called back his strings, he saw Setsuna dart past him, telling him to follow him into an escape pod.

While not being able to more or less match with Setsuna's speed, he instead went over to the giant hole Donar had shot through the ship and quickly climbed down it, using the strings to gradually lower himself until he made it to the escape pods. There, he saw Setsuna wave to him and tell him to get his ass over to him. Knowing that this man was well-enough to be a match for him, Ethan calmly nodded his head as he climbed into the pod, confident that Setsuna and him would be a fine team to face the Undead Horrors he was talking about. Then, in the 10 seconds Setsuna had said, they were off......descending deep into the arctic wasteland...

"And so begins the next Phase" Ethan said quietly, as he stood up. Quickly he gave a US military salute to the Captain, despite the fact he could only see the blimp and had no idea where Strong-Eye was.... "I salute you, you fine warrior and Honorable Captain. May we meet again In Death...."

And with that, he sat down, his hands gathering strings for the student's next fight.....

[Kheldar]

The damage to the ship was too great for Kheldar too act and the order to hit the escape pod was there as he ran towards one and waited for others before snapping the eject switch. The Captain was going down with the ship and pointless and often stupid death when there was so much more tha tcould be done. He leaned back against the wall of the ejection pod as it began it's plummeting course towards the operation area. So they were already in a bad fix it figured that things were just going to stay in the level of hell no matter what. One student was already dead yet how many more would die? He shook his head for a moment as he closed his eyes.

This is what I was trained for.

Unlike others I expected this kind of chaos.

[Darian Dumonte]

Darian nearly stumbled as Orchid growled and hissed at whatever was above he gripping Shea. Someone had came in with a dead person. Drake was dead. He shivered slightly at the death. He knew people were possibly going to die but, he didn't think someone would get killed so soon. He looked at Shea for a moment and gave a nod at the order to evacuate as he took her hand and ran with her to an escape pod Orchid staying with them no doubt Bella keeping along side them as well. Once the escape pod they were in was full Darian hit the eject button to send them plummeting towards the ground on a controlled route. He leaned back against the wall and shook his head for a moment. The death wasn't going to be an easy thing for people to accept.

May his soul depart for heaven.

[The Helper]

Eye Of The Gunmage

Theme Song: King Lear

OOC: My apologies... for being so late... the next event is starting up soon, and, I'll give an oppurtunity for those who wish to still join in on this event a chance to do so, after this post, and those who are tired of it to leave. But now... to begin! I'm godmodding all students off the ship!

"It is alright, Xeryth.." The Captain said kindly to Xeryth "Even old gruffed soldiers get afraid of the killing. Makes sense a kid like you can't fight. Either way, all we can do now is just wait for-"

As every pod quickly poured in with students and soldiers, firing off in various directions, yet, proppeling and adjusting all towards the same general direction, the escape was almost complete. For Donar, this was the end for his duties.. some had gotten away. Surely the black-hooded ones would be able to handle them, right? It was of no concern to him, after all..

A resounding string chord.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH...."

"..Mizter Donar... what's wong?"

"Ya, are you okay?"

"..Nuzzing child.. nuzzing... we just need to get you to your new papa, ya?"

"REALLY!?"

"..Of course, my liebe kinder.. of course..."

Quietly patting them on the heads, with both hands, a more old looking, deeply wrinkled Donar lifted them up, onto his lap, and held them there, with a warmth of a father... his voice had lost the luster that it originally had.. in fact, he sounded very much like a grandfather now..

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Nineball slowly began to speed up, as the children, not understanding at all what the numerous numbers on the screens before them in the cockpit, huddled into Donar's eldarly chest.. as quietly, it flew on, growing in speed. But from inside the faltering blimp, Strong-Eye watched, with growing anxiety.. the Nineball was fast. It would surely catch up to them, within the hour, and gun them down.. and the mission would be a failure, and they would all die.. yes... No. No...

"..No."

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Very soon... that sword.. it calls to me... it calls to me... DAMMIT ALL, WHAT IS HE DOING WITH THAT THING!? Slightly jumping up and down his knee, upon which the girl was sitting, she held tighter to him, making him stop, and smile, nuzzling into her hair. A cute kid.

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*BANG*


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The sound resounded, crashing onto the back of Nineball, making it shudder, stopping in mid-air, jets still blasting, keeping it afloat, as the blimp edged closer to it, a lone man with a rifle in his hand, lowering it down.. muttering...

"Achtung that, bitch."

What was strange about it was that he had been looking through the scope of his rifle through his PATCHED eye...

It was Strong-Eye, the Captain of the D-13---

No.

It was Bardy, the Irish Gun Mage.. MASTER Gun Mage..

And for a while.. the mobile suit turned around, as if just staring at him.. finally landing down, right in front of him... a gasping sound exploded, as the cockpit slowly opened, an older.. more grazened Donar stepping out, two young... children.. out with him. A strange fatherly smile on his lips.. but the same sharp glint was in his eyes.

"This will be your new daddy... he wants to adopt you so much... wants to share his love with you.."

"Donar... no... don't..."

A sudden pleading look from the Captain, as the children jumped into Donar's arms.. hugging him tightly. "Thank you Mizter Dona---"

The girl spat blood, eyes staring wide at him, as a hole was electrically burned through her, so too the boy, collapsing in on him, his spine breaking, blood filtering through the air, in a whirlwind, around Donar, as he stood at the latch of the cockpit..

"You... sick... bastard..."

Tears... welling tears... erupting from Captain Strong-Eye's one good 'eye'... "Two more souls for the cause... you make me spend so much, Bardy... eet is... almost sickening..."

"Jetztkleine Kinder.. bezahlt Aufmerksamkeit. Ich bin die Stimme, Hetzjagd durch Sie. Ihr Vertrauen, in den mich gut gestellt bin, Freund. Ich werde Ihr Lebens benutzen zu helfen, meinen zu erfüllen, mit Dank. Lassen Sie unsere Seelen anschließen, lassen Sie ihnen alle Angst uns. Niemand kann uns aufhalten, nicht alle Länder in der Welt. Ich brauche Ihre Kraft, und Sie brauchen meine Kraft. Zusammen.. regieren wir die Welt."

..Screaming souls, the sound of screaming souls filled the air..

A little boy...

...A little girl...

Donar, though still standing, was hidden now, hidden by the combining whirlwind that spun faster and faster around him, charged with electricity, poured with the blood of young, the dark winds enwrapping him... finally...

A blast of darkness.

The incantation complete...

"Hehehehehe.... so then... shall we finish this... old man?"

"You fuck, I should've killed you during the secret civil war when I had the chance... you know as well as I do that the 'mana explosion over in Quebec was no accident, you bastard.."

A strange smile curled up on Donar's face...

"Bardy... dearest of all my friends... it was I who was supposed to be the hero...

Enough games. Their eyes interlocked. Jumping in the air, Donar raised his hands above himself, the mobile suit suddenly jumping backwards, its jets springing into life.

Damned secret computer AI... Bardy silently cursed his luck..

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Donar Statistics:

-Strength: 45
-Dexterity: 75+50
-Endurance: 50
-Intelligence: 75
-Wisdom: 60
-Energy: 175+20

Nine Ball Statistics:

-Strength: 150
-Dexterity: 125
-Endurance: 160 (Reduction to 0 causes Nineball to break down, into self-repair, putting it ouf for 30 posts)
-Intelligence: 0/95 (Pilot/A.I. Activated)
-Wisdom: 0/75 (Pilot/A.I. Activated)
-Energy: Infinite (Usage of over 500 energy in one post will cause overheating and stalling for Nineball for three turns. Coolant recover 100 'safe' energy every post)

"Ooohhh..." laughed Bardy to himself, as he looked at the two, floating in the air, putting back his rifle, letting it click back into place... "You think you're the only one with a trick up your sleeve? Perhaps you're older then you thought... which eye did you think I really lost... don't you remember?"

For once... Donar landed, his eyes, focused shakily on Bardy... yes... the tables had turned.... they had turned....

"YOU WANT MY BEST?! TRY MY TRUMPCARD..."

A bright, eerie red light showed through, blasting through the dark eye-patch, as with a slight twiddle of his fingers, Bardy reached to his left eye, pulled it out, and pressed the pupil, throwing it suddenly, watching as it exploded for a meter or so in radius, before it began imploding upon itself, sucking out electricity.. from Donar.. a fake eye..?

But more curiously, from his newly made eye-hole, he moved over the patch covering it... his new eye.. glowing red... almost.. as if it were inhuman, seperate from the rest of him.. or perhaps... showing a part of his true self...

"EYE OF GUNMAGE.."

"Well then... let's do this... Donar..."

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Bardy Statistics:

-Strength: 65+30
-Dexterity: 50
-Endurance: 65+30
-Intelligence: 60+30
-Wisdom: 60+30
-Energy: 40

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For a while... Donar could only stare.... the hideous voice, almost screaming with the thousand of souls that powered that all mighty eye... all of them, gunmages, who powered him through... well... to say the least....

"Well, well... Bardy... seems I've underestimated you... but, have you forgotten that I am God?"

Unholestering suddenly, the gunmage dashed towards his former comrade in arms, both pistols out, slashing in front of himself, as Donar danced to the side, a playful smile on his face, as his fingers began to glow.. but Bardy had other plans... stopping, adjusting himself, both feet equal, he staunched and prepared himself, lowering down both barrels, and unloaded a barrage of bullets, hailing down, expertly, the bullets whizzing by Donar, seemingly deflected..

Donar smiled..

He was the epitomy of electricity, after all, he could deflect all sorts of metals, with ease, even at point blank, even turn the bullets against the gun itself, and blow it u-

The smile cracked.

"..THE FUCK...THE FUCK DID YOU DO, BARDY!?"

Clutching his chest, Donar collapsed down, holding his chest, as blood poured out, black blood, electricity pouring out with it, as Bardy just smiled...

"..I think it's just the luck of the Irish, you German Nazi... yes... that's probably the proper term..

His eyes... Donar's vicious eyes.. spiting Bardy... knowing... knowing why... this was why, this was how... this was.. the only way that Bardy had become... the sole survivor... why no bullet could touch him...

..Why he was known as 'Captain Strong-Eye'...

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Racial Abilities:

Luck of the Irish:
An ability only utelized by a select line of Irishmen, more for the fact that only a select few have been known to use it, mostly in the single digits. Their 'luck' increases exponentially, in situations where all would seem grim... and bullets seem to fly away from them, and their ability to 'hit' seems to increase by a small margin...

Mark of the Gunmage:
Only special Gunmages can use this, and only special Gunmages can pass this ability onto other Gunmages. Specifically speaking, the Gunmages skill, ability, damage, endurance, and just about everything else skyrockets, whenever they are in a dire situation, in which they would ordinarly die...

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Cursing wildly, Donar flew up, blasting stream of electricity after every blast in consecutive success at Bardy, all of them, however, always deflecting away, at the last minute... the eye of the Gunmage seeming to glow larger and larger, even as Bardy swirled around, unloading clip upon clip on Nineball, tearing through its armor, a scream heard... a scream..

Nineball was screaming.

Nineball Screams

Theme Song: 9

"So zen... you shall be staying behind... Captain..?

"Yes... it would be a shame to have you die... you'd make an excellant teacher for Arcane Academy... and surely, there are better ways..

"Ugh... a waste... a waste of energy, is what your sacrifice would be

"Maybe so... but... those students... my men... they will die, if I do nothing... go now... catch up to them, and proceed as planned. It's time to end a chapter..

"Zen... varewell... die knowing zat Der Metzgermeister finds newfound respect for your race...

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Even as the last escape pod blasted off... Nineball in hurried persuit of the pod carrying the 'sword'... Captain Strong-Eye stood alone, the winds blasting past him, parting away the darkness, even as his blimp seemed to grow faster and faster, up in flames.. catching up to Nineball, energy resonating from it... power... that came from Captain Strong-Eye...

"Let's go to hell together... Donar... so that I can... give you your gun back... one bullet at a time...

An explosion of darkness.

A mechanical scream.

The wrecks, combined, melding...

..Crashing down to the dark, hungry oceans below...

All seeing eye...

An eye that would never close...

To see... that from every ending... there was a beginning...

And to all stories... some did not die so easily...

But all it could do now... even now... as it came back to earth... came back to where it was born of flesh and souls...

It saw.

The eye saw it all.

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The Ice Of Return, The Path Of None

Theme Song: Prologue

From the wreckage of the pods... the D-13 soldiers had taken the initiative already, their perimeter already being secured... cold ice...

*"Take cover! Undead! Get that portal set up, stat!"*

And in the middle of the wreckage of the landed pods, buried in the snow... a magical portal opened.. even as the D-13 began to unload their clips, brandishing their psionic gauntlet-blades, glowing blue, as they crashed into the patrolling parties of ghouls, rushing with such intensity... catching the undead by suprise... this was not the end. No.. it was just the beginning... one in particular, however... stood up, towards the Arcane Academy students, where they either sat on crates, or huddled together... he unmasked himself.. a young man... perhaps.. no older then the majority of them. Ninteen... seventeen..?

"Any who wish to fall back, at this point... may do so. Any who wish to stay with us... or wish to call back reinforcements.. well.. the portal we just opened up, leads to Arcane Academy, either way... Bardy didn't mention to you..."

A smile... he brandished his shoulder pad, aiming it towards them all... it a metal double-triangle star, with the symbols 'D-13' imprinted on it, emboldended, encrusted within an B.E. right behind it, for decor...

The Black Elite.

"Your help would be appreciated... but... undoubtly... the trip may have shaken some of you who aren't as well prepared... just be sure to take your items with you. If not, glad to have you a board, still... if so... then... take care, students of Arcane Academy."

And with that... as a new patrol seemed to have found them, he rushed his helmet back on... and joined into the fray, rifle ablazing..

No soldier fell..

But the dead fell again and again...

But, after all...

They were the Black Elite.

[The Helper]

Defiance: The D-13 Offense!

Theme Song: Daemon

OOC: The guy mentioned below isn't actually a demon. He just fights like one. As in, he's bad-ass.

*"ALL UNITS, CHARGE!!!!"*

The scream of the soldiers as they made their way across the frozen plains of this wasteland in the middle of nowhere was a sight to behold. But it wasn't a random charge. There was uniformity, squares to be seen... it was up to the Arcane Academy students to follow them... with or without them, they would win. But with them, the battle would be less bloody for their side. That much was obvious. Much blood, fresh and old... was about to be spilt.

Ironically, it was only now, that Junpei's tranquilizer wore off..

..But first... the main base had to be taken down...

The squads remained seperate, however, in case the leaders Xeryth, Junpei, Winters, and even Darian chose to be at the helm again. It was their duty to take the assertive.

And from a small hill, watching all of this... was Mamolian, still... still watching...

"..So... Donar failed? Something's wrong... tell the men to wait. We shall see the true nature of the enemies we are dealing with.."

A wisp of darkness, and he was gone again.. but, Darkness had so many more ways to keep tabs..

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"MORE AMMO, DAMMIT!"

The crackle of a lone machinegun.

Weapon: UKM-2000

The reinforcements were getting closer. The D-13 base was coming into view... but, who was that man in the distance?..

Patrols came at him.

But in seconds they fell.

So, why then... why then, did this man... did this man stand about a mile away from the base, even with men running to him, from the base, helping him reload...?

Well, that was obvious.

He was a Daemon.

Lieutenant Payne, the legendary machinegun man.. known for his extensive bravado in the face of danger..

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[shadow=black,left,300][glow=black,2,300]"...So... The D-13 has much spunk then anticipated? Make sure Mamolian gives me the body of this.. 'Lieutenant'. He sounds like a most interesting character.."[/glow][/shadow]

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Mission Objective: Arrive at the D-13 Base! Learn what has happened!

First Half Completed!
Phae +5 EXP
Sieg +5 EXP
Robert +5 EXP
Ethan +5 EXP
Junpei +5 EXP
Wolf +5 EXP
Xeryth +5 EXP
Onira +5 EXP
Darian +5 EXP
Drake (Dead) +5 EXP
Kheldar +5 EXP
Shea +5 EXP
Lanji +5 EXP
Winters +5 EXP
Lienn +5 EXP
Madelyn +5 EXP
Excel +5 EXP
Mayon +5 EXP
Phoebe +5 EXP
Celeste +5 EXP
Setsuna +5 EXP

[Phae]

DAMNIT!

This freaking mission blew. There was nothing going right and everything going wrong. Hell it had started off bad that should have been an omen to stay the hell at home and sulk over your supposed fiance checkin' out another girl. Damn them all you would think that God would send some sort of 'Helper' to give them some guidance or I dont know, drop of a nuclear bomb or something! Geez one button and

BAM!!!!

But no, there was no freaking help at all. Bad mood? Oh yes, we're talking PMS city right now. And there was no MS to talk about at the moment. No she was in a bad mood because of this damned mission that seemed destined for hell in one way or another. The advanced squad of Celeste and Drake had gone out only for half of them to get murdered and the other to be tortured in some sick and sadistic way. Seriously how disgusting can you be. Truly the magical world was filled with beauty but just as much terror and ugliness.

Phae now stood on the blimp and it was going down fast. She didn't have time to make many decisions. She was the boss of an entire squad of people and right now she was worried about each and every one of them, even the cheating bastard that slept in that chair on the bridge.

"Simpson! Briggs! Get the rest of the squad and get them to the escape pods. I'll get the ex captain and you both just make sure that you get the others. That's an order now MOVE!" she said as she looked over at them.

"Yes ma'am!" they saluted and scurried off to do her bidding. That was better order men around at least SOMEONE was listening to her.

"Lanji! Wolf! Robert! Setsuna! I don't care how you do it. Just get off this ship and down to safety. We'll reunite down there." she called out hoping where ever they were they would hear her.

She walked over to Junpei and took his sword from him strapping it to her back. Well she was going to have to carry it somehow. It wasn't too heavy she took a brief moment in all the chaos to just breathe out getting used to the weight of the sword and preparing her body for what she was going to do next. She opened her eyes and there was a fire that belonged to only her. She put Junpei's arm over her shoulder and put her shoulder in his stomach.

"Come on." she groaned as she picked him up in a firemans' hold as she made her way to the pods. They were already filling and filling fast. She had no time to worry about her sister aside from glancing around.

-Xer, take care of Phoebe for me, I've got Jun.-

She sent out telepathically since there was no way she had time to go around the entire ship searching out her younger sister. She was worried to hell and back. She had a lot of friends on this ship and each one of them ran through her mind as she longed to make sure that they were all safe.

..Xeryth the boy that was like her brother. The man dating Phoebe, the one that had helped her through such a hard time... Onira, another brother, one that had caused Jun to leave her but come back all the same. They were closer than ever now...Winters, the man that had given her one night of sleep during the Onira Incident and the man that had taken her to the tree. The one she had dreamwalked with her first time and the one she considered her best friend...Madelyn, the girl that had finally stolen Winters heart. A sweet and silent girl that had probably thought Phae was a bit over the top when it came to her personality. But still the girl was sweet and Phae cared for her well being. .. There was also Darian and Shea the two she had met during Junpei's first class. She remembered Darian couldn't keep his eyes off his girlfriend the entire time and she thought it was cute reminded her a lot of her and Junpei at times. So many friends and then there was Junpei the love of her life and the man that she wanted to have a family with but had ROYALLY pissed her off.

She lumped Junpei down into the escape pod and buckled him up assuming this was going to be one crazy ride. Kinda felt like one of those sci fi flicks where the universe is going to blow, earth is in peril, and you have five minutes to get into the dwindling escape pods if you want to live. Once he was buckled she stood up and she looked around taking inventory.

"Squad Leader Phae, the men are gone." said Simpson running over to her.

"Good man." she said with a nod. "Thank you for your efforts now you and Briggs get the hell off this ship. We'll regroup down below." she said.

"Yes ma'am." he saluted and ran off. Military people were funny she would have to get to know these guys when all this crap was done and she had time to be herself again. She sighed and got into the escape pod that was filled with soliders and Junpei. She buckled herself in and shut the hatch it was time for them to fall to earth.

Simple instructions it seemed had been left in the case of an emergency like this on how to start the blasted things up. She punched the buttons and soon the thing took off. Thrust back into their seats she groaned as Jun's sword pushed into her back. But that mattered little she didn't care what it was doing they had to get the hell out of there.


Ten hell and hectic filled minutes later with some whimpy solider crying in the back of the pod they landed rather heavily into the snow below. Everyone was now happy they had buckled because after the landing they had hit hard against their seat belts because of the sudden stop. She opened the hatch and the artic wind blew in.

Jiminy Christmas it's cold. They said jacket not parka!

She cursed softly as she unbuckled Junpei as the soliders piled out of the escape pod and went to join the fighting or to rejoin up with their squads. She again thrust Jun over her shoulders. He groaned softly as she did so. Indicating he would be waking soon. Too soon to be of any help getting him in the damned pod. The squad came to her and she looked at them gathering. Just the D13 soliders she would have to find her Arcane Troups after all the pods had landed.

"We'll wait for the others to join us. Then we'll get going. We're heading to the base. There we can join this fight and see what we can do. We've got objectives to fulfil. So you need to put what happened up there in the back of your mind. We're here to do a job. We have been sent to.. Discover if the base has fallen, rescue any survivors, and to liberate the base if fallen. This is what we have been charged to do men. Will you let your company down?!"

"MA'AM NO MA'AM!" they called out with their fists in the air.

"Good I'm glad your entusiastic. We'll need you to be on your toes and alert. So keep each other in check. Go ahead and make sure you have all the gear you need and get prepared. As soon as the others arrive we'll head out. I think Squad Leader Junpei is starting to come around." she said.

They just blinked. Squad.. leader.. Junpei? They had only know Squad Leader Phae. They looked at each other for a moment and then answered.

"Yes ma'am." they called out in unison and dropped to one knee to go through their bags. Some began putting on a bit more clothing and she leaned against the escape pod waiting for the others. Junpei still over her shoulder as she closed her eyes for a moment and leaned against him.

Mad? Oh hell yes she was still mad at him. She opened her eyes and sighed softly. She kept her eyes alert. If she had to fight she would drop Jun and fight with them. Putting him in the pod and closing the hatch to keep him safe. Right now though the men securing the perimeter were doing well. Her company stood ready to go, guns at the ready. They were just waiting for; Lanji, Robert, Setsuna, and Wolf.

[Train Volaere]

"Major Volaere we've arrived at the gate," a screech of tires from a D-13 jeep as it stopped in front of the recently opened portal. So the Black Elite had been dispatched already? Train's uniform cape snapping around him as he put on a headset and walked to the portal where a couple of people had already come through it and a few injured D-13 troops. He shifted the collar once more before getting off the jeep and watching his boots biting into the ground as he pulled out a small lighter. With a snap he opened it as he stepped through the portal already seeing the gap in the defense. A gap that four ghouls were rushing quickly in unholy gaits. He didn't even warn anyone in the lines just touched the seal it glowing with residual energy.

Explosive Combustion.

Ka-chink

The lighter was lit and then it flared out in an explosive gust of flames that immeadiately incinerated the dead Train getting that nauseated smell of burnt dead flesh. It was disgusting. Necromancery period the whole dead shit it just creeped the fuck out of him as one of the shoulders turned and saw him.

"Who is that?" one of them mumbled.

"D-13 Military Alchemist." the other replied.

"Know him?" one asked.

"Nah he's a big rumor in the R&D though said to be a Major already." the other replied.

"Crazy." the first mumbled as they went back to cutting down the dead and then going in the charge Train pulling out his bazooka from the scroll and made the run alongside the Black Elite CO. This was like stepping into some cheat horror film from the coldest reaches of hell. Even with his heavy cloak and jacket it was sure as hell going to be hard to keep warm. Still they had an activity to at least keep them occupied. Fighting really did keep the blood warm and Train already knew that they would be doing alot of it.

[Keiko Nihara]

The screech of tired did indeed sound as the Jeep pulled up to the portal. A young little redheaded girl sat in the back seat as the jeep stopped she slammed right into the seat in front of her. She slid down the back of the cold seat just like in an anime before she was up and ready. Train, or as these chaps knew him as, Major Volare, which if you asked Keiko just didn't work for the blonde that she roomed with, slowly stood and got out of the jeep.

Wait? Nope that wasn't Keiko's style as her small mittened hand gripped the side of the jeep and she flung herself over the edge landing with a jingle and her feet planted firmly in the snow.

"Ta Da! Keiko Nihara wins the gold in the Arcane Winter Olympics!" she giggled.

Was this play time? Well no it wasn't but was that going to stop Keiko from being herself? Hell no it wasn't. She giggled and bounced up and down in the snow for a moment the silver bell on a pink ribbon collar at her neck jingled with every bounce. A recent gift from The Major. hehe.

Train got out his snazzy lighter and her eyes lit up because she knew the fun things it could do. She followed him through the portal and instantly near froze. Now, yes, she had been warmed it would be cold.

COLD PEOPLE!! SHE HAD NOT BEEN WARNED THAT HELL HAD FROZEN OVER!!

So she hadn't prepared properly. A pair of jeans and a fuzzy pink sweater that covered her frame were not going to keep the young girl warm for long. Her snow boots at least had her feet covered but they were more for looks that actual usage, but now they were seriously coming in handy. She hummed softly as she huddled behind Train stealing his warmth. He threw a huge fire thingy at some ghouls and the blessed heat from his lighter was the best thing ever.

...ahhhh.. melty...

But instantly defrost mode failed and she was Icicle Keiko again. She ran around the front of Train and threw her arms inside his coat wrapped around his waist as she shivered.

"TRAIIIIIIIIINNNNNN! It's so cold. Let me have your coat. They didn't tell me hell froze over just that it was cold. It's isn't cold Train it's COLD!" she said as just for emphasis she put her cold nose in his neck. "Train I'm going to turn into a Keiko-sicle and then I won't be cuddly anymore."

Ahhhhhhh frosty nose + Train's neck = Guaranteed Jacket Aquirement.

Now of course Keiko was ready to help. Bags of paper on her waist were ready, willing, and able to be all sorts of fun weapons at her snazzy manipulation. But right now her little hands were wrapped around one very snuggly major. She smiled.

"Pwease." Oh yes, she knew that settled the deal. His warm and toasty jacket was totally hers.

[Ziare]

It was a cold day. Not one of those wet sludgy ones that you see in the citites but one of those crisp days where the wind seemed to work right through your clothing no matter what you wore. It was this day that the call to the academy for further reinforcements had been made and Ziare was definatly up for the challenge.

One problem though. It was in the Antartic. One place that she feared more than any other and it was going to be a double duty for the young blonde Wizard. Yes, indeed. Of course she would have to fight for and with the academy. A school she loved dearly and kept close to her heart at all times. A place she prided herself in attending and one that she would stand behind for a long time to come. Even when she graduated she would stay affiliated with the school in hopes of one day sending her hopefully magically gifted children off to the same school she had attended herself.

But her fears would not leave her be as she began to dress for the weather she would meet out there. They plagued her mind and made her body shiver even before it got cold. She slipped on some warm longjohns that hugged her body tightly preserving her own heat and letting it stay close to her body instead of being expelled. Over them she put on some jeans and boots that were water proof. Since her element was fire she tended to have an snazzy effect on melting snow sometimes when she got going with her magic. A sweater covered her torso it was white to help her blend into the surroundings as her pale skin and hair would already do. And over it all went a soft white long parka. The parka fell down to her knees and she buttoned it up and was ready to go as she slid a white ski cap over her head and headed out the door. A vision in pale skin and white.

She headed for the portal her boots clicking softly on the floor as she walked. It was obvious from her dress where she was headed but she wasn't going to be cold. Nope. She was prepared for that at least. She got onto the portal and the men sent her off to be with the other groups that were going to need her help. She wasn't sure what to do really when she got there but she was going to have to start somewhere she supposed.

Stepping out into the snow covered land her memories hit her hard. She stumbled against a tree leaning her forehead against it for a minute. It was covered by the soft wool of her cap at the moment. she had to get control of herself or she was going to lose it out here and not be of any help to anyone and that was going to suck. No she had to pull herself together for her and for the academy. She had too many people she cared for at the academy not to mention the future of the people out here. She might not be a student teacher or a teacher at all but most of the students had at least heard of Ziare. she was the top student at the academy right now and she was powerful. Wizard status and all.

After several painful cold breaths puffing out steam and taking in the horridly dry air she gathered her resolve and headed into the center of the circle. Already more academy students were arriving not to mention the ones that had been there all along. She saw Junpei slouched over his fiance's shoulder and Ziare wondered what had happened to him. Best to start there first because if he was hurt she could heal him.

Trudging over in the snow she passed by a group of D13 soliders laughing about how Junpei had gotten shot in the neck by a tranq gun on accident. She chuckled softly. So that was why he was all hunched over. They didn't need her help so she was going straight for the fighting. She saw the man off in the distance with a huge gun and she nodded. That was wear she was headed. So hands in her pockets she headed that way crossing the snow covered ground.

It was some time before she reached him because walking in snow wasn't easy. You sank many times and her jeans were wet from the knees down. She was a bit cold but for the most part she was toasty thanks to her preperations.

"Wizard of Summoning Ziare Langely, reporting." she said to the man that was shooting a huge automatic gun. "I would like to be of assistance."

She smiled and turned on her heal her parka flaring softly as she pulled her white gloved hands out of her jacket and smiled. She summoned Armenius. The HUGE red dragon was seriously menacing and all the snow around his huge body melted instantly. Taking a deep breath Armenius reared back and grazed the crowd of ghouls and enemies with fire. Harsh heated fire. Fire enough to melt metal and kill damn near anything including bacteria. Oh yes, Armenius was powerful. Her most powerful summon.

As that happened Kaladra showed on the scene flocking straight for Ziare's outstretched arm. Alighting on her forearm Ziare gave the mental instructions and the bird transformed into her full sized self and took flight. Over the crowds of the enemies she dropped fireballs on the back rank. These suckers? They were going down.

[Alastin]

Alastin to new that he was going to bed needed in this battle as he made his way towards the battlefield his own preparations were much more modest. Being an ice element caster Alastin could shrug off extreme cold so all he dressed in was snow boots, sweats, long-sleeve jacket, fleece vest, and his own snow cap that all fit him nicely. His own magic was that of healing as well as Alastin gave a soft smile knowing that he would be in handy in a battlefield. This was the kind of thing he trained for he knew the battle's enormity and sickening qualities were probably going to leave him restless for weeks. He paused for a moment in mid preparation and finished zipping the fleece vest as he put on a pair of thing gloves. Just to keep his skin from being exposed over keeping warm he was fine in the cold weather it only bugged him now and then. Yet during extreme colds he could shrug it off.

I just hope I'm ready for all of this.

The Antarctic. Not a pretty place to be and he knew certainly that if Ziare was going he sure as hell was going to be there as well. He wasn't going to let Ziare face this alone and he sure as hell wasn't going to leave people low on healers. He shifted and put on his medical satchel finally running out of his room his crystal cross bouncing around his neck. He ran outside of the Academy and towards the gate after asking directions from a helpful D-13 trooper that was in the readying area. He saw the gate and saw Ziare stepping through it as he ran towards the gate. He ran as hard as he could and slipped stumbling through giving an eep as he made it through on the other side and got a face full of snow. He shifted for a moment and got up brushing the snow off and ran towards her.

Towards Ziare. The person who he felt so much emotion for that it was far beyond friendship now.

He nearly tackled her to the ground instead his arms were around his waist and he called Misae to the battlefield. The large ice dragon standing regally and taking to the air. In Armenius' attack she followed up with her own hailstorm of ice spears from her breath weapon. What little survived from Armenius' first assault was moped up by Misae. Attesting to the difference in power between the two dragons currently. After all Ziare was a Wizard he was just a Spellcaster in terms of spell ability.

"You didn't think I'd let you face this without me did you?" Al nearly demanded as he looked at her gently and kissed her cheek.

"I thought we were in this togeather," he said with a small smile.

[Train Volaere]

Train nearly yelped when a certain red-headed girl snuck up behind him and decided that he was going to be her portable heater. Train blinked and gave a small smile at Keiko she was cheerful no matter how serious the situation was but, Train had seen her magic first hand. He knew that in a pinch he could count on Keiko to save his sorry ass if he got into too much trouble. He shifted for a moment and gazed at the line as more and more people got into action his eyes nearly buldging when he saw a pair of FREAKING DRAGONS unleashed on the pathetic ghouls. Some lavender-headed kid nuzzling a blonde-headed girl. Well that wasn't fair everyone got to cuddle so intimately and here Train was stuck with...

Wait...

Keiko just slipped into the warmth of his jacket. He blinked a few moments and shifted tilting his head lightly for a moment. Keiko? Cuddling him...openly....YES YES YES YES YES! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Then he nearly fell over when she mentioned that she was cold and complained. Damn straight it was cold but, then he finally yelped out-loud when she burrowed her COLD nose into his SENSITIVE neck! No fair she was plotting she was using his weaknesses against him this is really not fair. Keiko was plotting against him AGAIN! NO NO NO! She was evil yet so adorable yet oh god it was cold. He shivered his teeth chattering as she kept that cold nose against his neck. She really was an evil evil evil evil evil girl. Yet he really really really really really liked her.

*sigh*

Then she used the oh so cute please voice on him the one that to resist was to mean that you had no heart. He vaguely felt like every single manga writer in Japan was chrottling over his predicament. EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL EVIL! Oh yes Keiko knew how to manipulate hime and he wasn't liking that one bit...

Well maybe he did since she was cute...

BUT THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT!

*sigh*

Oh how he adored Keiko but, there were times when he was vaguely worried jus thow much of an influence she had on him.

"Fine fine just gah cold nose not in neck please Keiko!" Train yelped and finally squirmed out of the embrace removing his jacket and felt the biting cold. CRIPES it was COLD. C-O-L-D.....COLD! He shivered and gave a miserable looke as he tightened his cloak and handed her his jacket rummaging for his lighter again. Looks like the lighter was going to be his new buddy for today!

[madelyn]

In life there were so many things that you couldn't plan for. So many changes and little twists and turns that made life interesting. For truthfully, if life handed you everything you wanted without throwing a few bumps in your road then life would be boring. A road trip without end, nothing but endless pastures of boredom and then what would be the reason to live. Because in life, bumps are both good and bad. Sometimes the bump in life was meeting the one you were meant for, or sometimes it was finding that special place where you belonged like no where else. Other times it was a bad past or a traumatic event. Yet lifes little bumps were what kept it interesting giving life it's flow.

Things had happened in the blimp that had been beyond anyone's control. Certainly not the small blonde girl that was sitting in her boyfriends lap. When the blimp was attacked it was then that two students were sent out together. There they were sent to fight and to win bringing pride and triumph back to them. They fought out there, Madelyn could hear the sounds. Crying ensued and then silence. It was that silence that seemed to set the dark and impending doom for the rest of the crew and students aboard the blimp. It seemed to sing the songs of the lives that would be lost in this darkest hour for the academy students and their counterparts.

As the attack on the blimp furthered and the boy on his flying robot came back with one of the angels that had left Madelyn knew. She knew that something had to be done for the girl was lost. The look in her eyes spoke of far away places, darkness, death, and longing. To come back from that low would be a miracle and to come back on her own that way was asking for God himself to lay a hand upon the girl. Madelyn knew that maybe she could do something. Something that would help everyone but especially the girl. For she couldn't stand to see her in such dire straights as right now.

But as Madelyn reached down to unclasp her flute from her belt the entire blimp shook. She fell back against Jonathan and her nausea got worse for it. Mayhem ensued on the small air filled flying machine as the captain began to give orders. It seemed the blimp was going down. Fear struck her. For Jonathan and their unborn child not for herself. Madelyn was not the sort of girl that worried about herself but if she lost what was most dear to her heart then there was no reason to live any longer. As the blimp lost altitude they were informed to get into an escape pod and move there as fast as possible. To save themselves.

Madelyn grabbed his mask and was going to give it to him when she felt his strong arms hold her close picking her up. She didn't fight or fuss. She loved being in his arms but right now was a time to fear and a time to move not just stand around and prepare to move. She was held tightly as if she was the most precious cargo and instinctively she held her stomach holding her own cargo. Carefully he lifted her into the escape pod and her eyes locked with his her own filled with worry for him. She reached up and touched his face as he got in next to her.

As soon as the pod was filled they were ejected from the main hold and soon were flying to the earth below. It wasn't really a long fall but Madelyn was scared. She had ever right to be scared. She was falling from a blimp that was burning up behind them, they were falling towards a huge white slab of earth at an alarming rate and who was driving the blasted thing? She closed her eyes and cowardly she nuzzled into Jonathan's shoulder and held his arm tightly with her arms nearly hugging just his arm. He was the source of her strength and so much more in her life he was all she needed to stay strong these days and she was going to for him. After.. they landed.

When the pod came to a graceful stop amid the snow and in the middle of D13 soliders defending a portal. She pulled back from Jonathan and as the hatch popped open she nearly froze to death. Suddenly realized how little she had prepared for weather such as this. She closed her eyes and huddled into herself as she got out into the wind and the snow. Jeans and a collared shirt were not going to keep her warm and already she was shivering and trying not to concentrate on it. One benefit? The nausea had all but taken a huge back seat to the fact that she was cold.

But she had work to do even if she was cold she had to support the people around her. Be the strong girl that Jonathan loved the one that didn't sit back and do nothing. She had to be there to help the others. Now was her chance to show everyone that she could do something. Now was the time to show them that she was not just some silent girl that could no do a thing that was always letting Jonathan fight her battles and hiding behind him. Her true colors, it was time to show them, and she was ready.

She tried to unfurl her fingers to reach for her flute but they woudn't work. Already in the artic temperature she was turning pale and her hands were numb. She bit her lip and thought about what she could do. She could sing but then they would all know.. know she had a voice when she kept it hidden. Yet wasn't the lives of many more important than her voice. She thought that she was going to have to make the sacrifice. Cold as she was she began to sing.

She sang softly at first as she shivered and trembled standing next to the escape pod. But soon her lungs filled with the cold air and her mana took over influencing them all. One might wonder in the midst of all this mayhem what song she chose to sing. Her first song her first words to those that didn't know her. Love Song. It was what all these people in the area needed. A reason to fight, the will to survive, and the benefits of fighting for someone.

So in the midst of the gun fire a voice of pure beauty and light came out projected by the mana so it would reach the ears of even the LT. so far away from her. Reach the summoners the D 13 soliders, the academy students that came and were already there. The pictures of soft roses and the scent of the sweetest flowers. But most of all it would call forth who they in their lives would fight for. Mother, sister, brother, father, lover, wife, husband, children. They all came forth giving them a boost of confidence because that was what they really needed. Because that was what would fuel the fight. The will to survive, to see their loved ones one more time.

Slowly freezing to death Madelyn sang as the cold air whipped her pony tail around her body. Her lungs filling and releasing the cold air her eyes closed as she stood there rather vulnerable for the moment as she could barely move and she sang. She .. sang of love. She sang.. of Jonathan.

OOC: If the spell works it's +2 to everyone's strength.

[Ethan Yukimaru]

Soaring through the Northern skies, one would see the beauty of the frost plains, ice filling the cold lands with it's captivating charms. However, this was not the time to be looking over the Horizon. Ethan's and Setsuna's capsules were heading out of control down to the icy plains. Within moments Ethan will hit the ground, possibly dying. The magical force reducer would be able to stop the raw force of the impact, but whether or not it would be enough for Ethan to survive was up for debate. Quickly wrapping himself and Setsuna in some silk threads, he prayed they would survive.

Waking up hours later, Ethan looked around himself as cold winds rushed past the man. His silk strands indeed buffered the impact, as deep dents in the body of the escape pod could be seen. Looking around, he seemed to have lost track of Setsuna. Ethan couldn't tell where he went, as the snow was falling and hide all traces of Setsuna's foot steps. Indeed, he could be dead, rejoined with the main force or returned back to the Academy through some arcane mean. Regardless, Ethan would need to push on. Looking over the horizon, Ethan noticed the blimp, smoke rising from it's rubble as fire still emanated from the destruction. He knew where he needed to go. Quickly retaking his strings, the man stared out into the abyss of snow with both hope and despair over his survival in this thundra....

In the distance, he heard voices....Howling that nothing alive could make..

Pushing himself forward, the man began his long trek through the snow plains. Wrapping himself in fur strings (To which he then transmuted), Ethan was reasonably warm within his hive of strings and wires. His feet sunk deep in the snow, only to be hidden by gales of snow from the sky. While it was good in that his tracks were hidden, his only means of survival, the pod which would be able to keep him warm for the night, was lost to him. He knew in his heart that he would need to find some shelter before night, or he would face the thundra of the North with just strings. Once again pushing himself forward, he moved through the white abyss... In the distance, he could see the blimp clearer now...

As the moans of death increased...

Once more moving, he soon broke out into a dash as the voices grew louder. His hands secured some chicken wires as the snow started to pick on. Behind him the moans grew steadily louder, the snow now practically obscuring everything. Hand gripping his strings, the voice all began to surround him, the white snow making it heard to see anything.. As Ethan prepared for the battle to come, the snow suddenly disappeared.

Then a few D-13 Soldiers came rushing by, equally shaken up by the howling voices...

"It matters not..." Ethan replied calmly, his hand just a bit trembling from the voices. "Let us just push on...."

And here he was, finally with the main force.