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Post by The Vigilant One on Sept 2, 2006 4:28:42 GMT -5
{IMPORTANT NOTE: This is NOT the open quest I said I'd be putting up. This, in fact, is the first of what I hope to be many 'personal quests'. It's members are to be Celeste, Hadrian, Winters, Phae, and Madelyn only. If you like what you see here, and want one of your own, just get in touch with me over PM and we'll discuss it. It's a greaty way to further your character's storyline, and earn from XP and things while you're at it!} "Wing Base, do you copy?"
"Roger, Roguewing Alpha, what is your status?"
"We have visual, repeat, we have visual. Moving to phase two, touchdown and extraction, over."
"Copy that, Roguewing Alpha, extract at will. End transmission."The skies above Arcane Academy were clear, bright, and normal as always. The students were all mostly inside, as it was the middle of the day and classes were being held. Sensors had shown, however, that the one known as "Winters" was busy in the training areas, and the target was sleeping soundly in their room. Conditions were perfect. A strange, barely visible ripple shuddered through the air, nearly invisible to the naked eye and completely invisible to all sensors, both mechanical and magical. Once the ripple found itself directly between the Academy and the sun, three figures suddely appeared from it, falling head-first towards the floating Academy, blinded from sight to all by the bright, shining rays of the sun. For hundred of feet they fell, until, all as one, they turned a flip in mid-air to begin to fall feet-first, as a purplish, shimmering energy waves surrounded their feet, inextricably slowing their fall and allowing them to land, simultaneously, in a low crouch, visible to the naked eye for a short amount of time: The middle figure stood, and held his right hand up by his head, palm facing forward. Quickly, all but the index and middle fingers closed to a fist, and he spun his arm around in a quick circle. The fingers then pointed in a direction, followed by the hand moving to the facemask, forming a full fist, and pulling the fist down the middle of the mask. The other two nodded, and simultaneously, all three men turned invisible. The faintest, ever-so-slight sound of footsteps could be heard moving away from the area. Madelyn lay asleep in her and Jonathan's bed, sleeping soundly and serenely. With a tiny creak, the door opened, seemingly all by itself, and then closed again. With a fizzle of electricity, the three men in black appeared once more, standing over the sleeping girl. The leader held his palm up again as before, and bent down close to the girl, standing incredibly still. Pointing to one of his men first, then to the door with his two fingers, the one ordered went and opened the door. Pointing to the other then to open doorway, then doing the circle with his fingers caused the remaining man to step outside. With that, the leader grabbed Madelyn suddenly, scooping her up in his arms, and bolted out the door, followed quickly by the man already outside, and then by the man who had opened the door. The three bounded out of the dormitories and into the open air, where Madelyn, finally rousing her slumber, gave a sudden gasp of surprise, followed by a short, sharp shriek of shock. This happened the catch the ears of two Tracers who were nearby, standing outside the building and conversing over a cigarette. They immediately drew .45 calibre pistols from their trenchcoats and began firing at the men in black, hoping to subdue them. The trailing abductor reached into a utility belt and tossed a small, purple-glowing ball behind him, the purple glow intensifying in the direction of the Tracers as it rolled, seemingly under its own power, toward them before emitting a spray of smoke, obstructing their lungs and vision, causing them to lower their guns and cover their faces from the acrid sting of the smog. Meanwhile, the three men reached the edge of Babylos, and without a second thought, all three leaped overboard. As they fell, however, they all suddenly seemed to become swallowed up by the air itself, as that very same ripple passed by underneath, whisking them away from the scene at rapid speeds. As the smoke finally cleared, the Tracers finally raised their pistols again, but to no avail. That was left of the men they had seen were the two Tracers as witnesses, and the thrown ball, a tiny black object with a strange symbol embossed onto it... The letter 'N' with Angel Wings... (Winters to post first, and the rest to be decided amongst yourselves, as it's all the same to me.)
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Jonathan Winters *Deceased*
Spell Caster
"Now, now at the end of my life... I know my greatest folly. ..Forgive me for only just realizing."
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Post by Jonathan Winters *Deceased* on Sept 3, 2006 3:13:26 GMT -5
Always training, always practicing, it was the soldier in Jonathan that made him this way. But ever since he'd met Madelyn.. fallen in love with her, proposed, and well... moved into a new dormitory with just her, it gave him... an intense amount of inspiration to train harder, but not as longer, for her. He wanted to be able to protect her, in case they ever joined in on a dangerous mission, be there for her, if ever she needed him, as much as he needed her. A sense of purpose beyond a soldier's regular sense of purpose, a reason why he'd been able to develop 'Snow' as of late, as an added benefit to his invisibility, by surrounding himself with a light magical shield that gave off the impression that he his body was at room/enviroment temperature. No, it wasn't very ranged in usefulness, but, for a sniper.. a huge achievement. To be able to hide from thermal goggles.. something he didn't want to take for granted. Something he hadn't really made mention to her about. But then, even though they were now together, there were even times now when he was still silent, as was she. Habit, he guessed.. but, presence was enough to convey full feeling, most of the time. Touch was always a good secondary, he was careful to limit himself to.. not wanting to do too much, but never being able to resist a hug from such a darling little girl as herself. Yes, he was still a shy boy himself, but, he'd begun to open up more, speak a little more, and, because he'd stopped taking his E-Killers around her, except during missions.. he showed a 'slight' little bit more of emotion. Miss Isis Stone's class, however.. if he had a chance, he would've taken ten pills during that class. One of the most unpleasant thing's he'd experianced in a rather.. erm, errotic setting. And for that matter, 'The Master Butcher's' class wasn't exactly something he'd forget. Condemned men? Yes.. but.. a part of him still hated to kill people so much, yet, when training kicked in..
With a quick step into the practice dummy, his right hand gripping the hilt tightly, as he used the palm of his left hand to help further the stab into the target's side, quickly twisting his hand to the right, and using the left hand as a pivot point, ripped out of it, watching as the stuffing fell out, but unable to stop, as his left leg shot up, pivoted down to an angle, and shot down, at the wooden stake that held up the dummy, watching as it fell forward. Effectively, training had taught him to how to rush forward and stab into a man's ribcage, probably between the first two, and then, break through those, and rip through three or four more, whereupon, you'd kick them in the side of their shin, and break it abnormally. for them. Usually followed up by the Coup de Grace. But, he'd already used up all the rubber-bullet clips for his pistol.. about four badly torn up targets stood testament to that. Some even had a slight hole developing in the chest cavity. But then practice shots extended more so, going onto the shins, the thighs, the crotch, neck, shoulders, head, and heart.. one or two shots to either debilitate or kill. Ten body targets, or more rather remains had already been decapitated throughly with head-shot blows, or had their chests ripped asunder. They were just rubber bullets.. but.. still enough to break a bone at long range, more then enough to do serious damage at point-blank.. Not the sniper's preferred area, anyways, though. But, he had to strengthen his weakness. It was part of growing, part of self-training he was putting himself under. Sheathing the knife, he stood in front of the last body target for the day. Slowly raising up his hand in fists, he slowly began to practice one-twos on the head, stepping in for a fairly impressive right straight, making not only the target recoil, but himself. But then.. as he stood in front of it one last time, he waited, staring at it.
Suddenly disappearing, the chin of the doll flew up, as Jonathan appeared again, shifting his weight to his right foot, skidding, and with his middle knuckle, quickly giving a right swing underneath where the ear should've been, backed up, and suddenly punched at where the heart was. ... Damn. The timing was off again. 'Ghost' and 'Mutter' wouldn't be of any help, if he couldn't even make the punching techniques work. Using his right knuckle, he punched up at its chin, directly at the center piece of the jaw. If it were a person, the sufficient pin-point force would be enough to hit the jaw, and have force travel its way down the spinal cord, down to the legs, thus deabilitating the legs for ten or so seconds, while the person would still be concious. It took absolute skill though.. a precise uppercut.. and thus far, he'd never been able to get it done, sparring. Yet, training with dummy's, he'd never seemed to fail. Reluctance, maybe. The right swing as well was another pin-point shot.. something used to swing directly into the ear drum, throwing the ear drum out of whack, and thus, the person's sense of balance. Far more useful, but, again, requiring more skill, for a right swing. The last move.. the 'corkscrew' was one he'd never gotten down, however. Maybe the punch itself, with the twisting movement, but that required all the force in the body, slamming a sufficient force to the heart, stopping it for a moment. Not too much just to make it skip a beat, but not too little, for it to just her the chest. Three punches he wanted to master.. yet, he couldn't. Frustrated and tired, after several more run-throughs.. he took to his towelette, picked up his things, and started walking.
As he went down, hauling his weapons on his back or pockets, through the hall, he couldn't help but notice in his ever-silent strides that his whole short-sleeved white shirt was again covered in sweat stains.. as well as his fatigue pants. Simply wouldn't do to have the new dormitory develop a.. 'personality', already. Especially with a girl living in there with him, much less his fiance. ... He still wasn't used to this.. way of thinking. So many irrelevant thoughts had been entering his mind, ever since he'd gotten off his E-Killers. It seemed only around Madelyn that he seemed to be at ease, when he was certain she was safe or alright. Protective? Yes. But, only in thought, really, but, he was certain she could tell, from the way he'd hug her, after they'd been apart for a while. Loyalty of a dog. ..That's all he thought he was, but, he knew if he ever said that, she'd just dismiss it and say otherwise. Part of the reason why he loved holding her so tightly, so much. Stretching out the collar of his shirt, breathing out tiredly, he took a left, and looked up at.. 'their' new dormitory. Still just getting used to it. His hand quick to the keys in his pocket, he whisked them out, suddenly realizing he was holding it as if in a knife-stabbing position. .. Maybe he was practicing a little more then usual.. but, that was irrelevent. With a click of the door, he swung it open.. and.. ...? "..Madelyn?.." His right arm was opened slightly, as if expecting someone to burst out at him. His left hand grabbing the keys, as he closed and locked the door behind him, he ventured forward, putting down his weapons on the kitchen counter. He'd put them away soon, so as not to leave a mess.. Hm.. usually, the door was enough to tell Madelyn he was.. er, 'home'. Quietly, he searched around.. the bathroom was empty, the kitchen was bare, and, she hadn't left him a note anywhere.. when, at last he came to the bed. Unkempt.
Slowly but surely.. it was growing..
His hands went nimbly to the closet, looking through all her garments. Where were her pajamas? With a little haste in his movement, his feet not at all quiet, he strode into the laundry room, looking around.. Did she go out in her pajamas, and forget to leave him a note? He was just overreacting, right? Something felt wrong, he could feel it in his gut. What was going on? Where was she? Quickly heading back to the closet, he reached down, reaching for a clip for his beretta, and one for his M82A1, rushing over to the kitchen counter, sliding in the clips.. but, looking around.. no. His right hand only went for his knife. If she was just missing, getting groceries.. well.. if not, and it seemed unlikely, to go out in her pj's.. Rushing out the hallway, it was obvious in his eyes, from how quickly he strode, from how his heart was suddenly beating. Where was she!? "..Madelyn??" Okay, so much for his training, on how to be discreet.. his voice echoied through the hallways..
Yes, that feeling in his stomach.. Jonathan was beginning to panic.
Quietly though, he stopped, seeing two tracers, their guns drawn.. his eyes widened. Something here was terribly wrong. Quietly walking over to them, noting of what appeared to be traces of smoke dissipitating (or were his eyes playing tricks on him? It seemed pretty clear now..), he.. rather boldly walked up to the tracers, saluting them, his face forcibly passive, but, a definite glint of obvious concern, his left hand digging around his neck, passing by the cross, and holding up his dog tag, identifying himself.
Lowering it back down, too much in a quieted rush to put it underneath his shirt, he asked, staring obediently at the left one, although, perhaps, with a little bit of urgency in his voice of more then he intended, "..Uh.. s-sirs.. wh-what th-the h-hell h-happened h-here..?"
Maybe it was just bad coincedence. But, where would she be, at this time of day?? ..He prayed to God that that would be the case....But..
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Post by The Vigilant One on Sept 3, 2006 5:31:28 GMT -5
The Tracers looked up at the sight of an approaching student, and one began to hail him as the other, simultaneously, began procedures to ward him away, beginning the usual 'this is a crime scene' protocol, until the first, with his non-hailing hand, crossed the man's path, disabling his progress towards Winters.
"Hold on, Felman," the seemingly more friendly of the two Tracers began, "This one could help us, you know. We were right in his place just a few years back, don't forget."
Nodding begrudgingly, the second Tracer stepped back as Jonathan, in his usual stutter, flashed his dogtags and questioned the two in a general manner.
"D-13, eh? Doing your further studying here with the Academy? Perhaps you can help us, Mr. Winters," the Tracer began formally, a polite smile upon his face. Striding over to the smoke bomb, he leaned over and swiped it up from the ground, briskly coming back over to the boy and holding it out to him, emblem clearly visible. "This was the only trace dropped by three... men, I suppose, but they were fully covered, head to toe, in a black and grey exoskeleton, of sorts. It was left to cover their tracks, a sort of fog-releasing device. When the smoke cleared, they had completely disappeared, carrying with them a young girl, of whom we have not yet gone to the files to check the identity of. Perhaps you may know of this student, Mr. Winters? Felman... show him."
Nodding, the other Tracer closed his eyes and lowered his head, bringing his left hand up to his forehead, touching it with the second knuckles of his index and middle finger. Slowly an image began to fade into reality. A very realistic image of the three men, running away, the first with Madelyn in his arms, suddenly became viewable to all present, thanks to Brian Felman's Illusion-Replay spell.
The scene would be all too obvious to Jonathan what had happened to his Madelyn.
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Post by Phae on Sept 4, 2006 3:49:28 GMT -5
It had already been a long morning. Phae had spent the most of it in the training grounds. After her six mile run around the school a few times she had gone to the training grounds to work out with her blade. That had been just at dawn this morning and now it was several hours later and a sweaty Phae was coming back to the academy a towel on her left shoulder and a duffel bag on her right as she looked up suddenly at the sound of gun shots.
Now Phae was not dressed as normal. Most that knew her would see that she was indeed in workout clothes. A very tight double set of tank tops. One sky blue over a white one. They clung to her sweaty body like skin yet it was easier to train when your clothes weren't in the way. On her bottom half was a pair of running pants and tennis shoes. Her belt hung loose around her hips as per usual with her sword dangling from her left him. Gunshots weren't normal. Not this far from the training field.
She ran now her bag beating against her side as she ran hard and fast still warmed up from her intense workout she skidded to a halt rather quickly and noticed none other than her best friend Jonathan and two Tracers. She watched as the man relayed what he had seen and her eyes grew wide with fear. Not only for Madelyn but for Jonathan. Because it was obvious that he would be extremely worried and it was obvious that it was Madelyn that had been taken.
She slipped her hand into Jonathan's knowing that it would offer him minimal comfort but some in the least. She squeezed it gently and looked up at him. She would be here for him and she would do whatever it took to get that sweet girl he loved back.
"I'm with you, Jonathan. All the way." she said with a nod and continued to hold his hand. They did this from time to time. Holding hands even though they were only friends. But it was to comfort and it was to show support. She was there for him and he would know that.
"But first we have to figure out where she went." Phae said quietly.
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Keiya Tenpouin
Apprentice
The closer you get to the light... The bigger your shadow becomes...
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Post by Keiya Tenpouin on Sept 4, 2006 6:11:00 GMT -5
ooc: I know my name's not in that list at the top there, but I have permission to join the quest, just to clarify.
Keiya was bored that morning... He sat quietly half on his windowsill, one leg hanging out the window, the other propping up his left arm as he silently stared at the sky. He enjoyed those tranquil moments. Just him, his thoughts, and Emerald curled up on his lap. His mind swirled with thoughts of what had happened a few days ago. Varys, and his dangerous art of Dementia... Keiya knew about the skill... And he knew that such knowledge was likely to cause the haunted man to seek him out once more. The thought of someone possibly knowing what he possessed would drive him mad until he tracked Keiya down again... But more important matters crossed his mind. Madelyn was not only on her way to marriage, but she was to birth a child as well... He couldn't help but feel worried that she would have many trials ahead of her. And he was unsure as to how she would stand against them... But the one thing he did know, was that she would not stand against them alone...
"Keiya... You shouldn't worry so much about her... That's what her fiance is for." The black cat chuckled. She was able to hear his thoughts clear as though he were speaking them, and so she felt that she should try and comfort him somewhat.
"I know Emmy... I just can't help but feel concerned for her... She's..." He paused, as though unsure of what to say next. "To tell the truth... I feel like she is a daughter to me... And I just want to protect her..." He confessed. His head came back and leant against the stone archway that formed the window, and closed his eyes, taking everything into himself. However, he did not stay like this long. His ears twitched, as he heard the sound of several gun shots firing off in quick succession. He bolted upright and cast his eyes out across the field, just in time to see the three figures vanish into thin air. "That... That was Madelyn they were carrying!" He shouted in a concerned voice.
Grabbing Emerald, he leapt to his feet, and dashed off towards his dorm's door, not even caring to lock it as he slammed the oak object shut. He charged down the long stairwell, racing as fast as his legs would allow. Over and over in his mind, he watched the scene play back. There was no doubt about it. The three men had held Madelyn in their arms as they vanished from view under the cover of the gunfire.
Finally, he burst through the doorway to the Academy, vaulting himself quickly across the field, taking long and powerful strides towards the group, Emerald clasped tightly under his right arm like a football player would carry the ball. As he made the last few yards, he saw the Tracers playing back the event, and saw a girl approach an extremely distraught boy, and attempting to comfort him. Keiya arrived on the scene finally, then allowing Emerald to jump to the ground. "What the hell is going on here?!" He shouted. "What the HELL were you two doing discharging your weapons at the group while they held a small girl captive?! What do you think would have happened if you had hit her?!" Obviously furious at the operatives, he forced himself to calm down, taking deep breaths. "Never mind that..." He looked at the other two who stood there, then back to the Tracers. "My name is Keiya, of the Tenpouin assassin family. I have high level clearance, so whether you like it or not, I am going to be a part of the rescue operation that you ARE going to organise..." Having then said his piece to the two tracers, he turned to the other two. "Jonathan I presume?" He asked looking at the boy. "You and I are going to exchange words... But not now. Right now, the most important thing is Madelyn's safety, and the longer we stand here talking, the further away those kidnappers get..." He told the boy with a stern look across his face.
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Hadrian
Apprentice
MoerkEngel
I am the face of your affliction
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Post by Hadrian on Sept 4, 2006 11:25:34 GMT -5
Hadrian felt a strange twinge inside his body, he had been in the training grounds doing a little honing of his skills. Usually the feeling he was having was only when something involved Celeste....or them. He paused as he considered the meaning of the feeling he was having, but his silent mediation was soon to be interrupted. He heard it, shriek, followed by a few gunshots, and then silence. He knew who ever had been shot at was not dead, his superhuman hearing made sure of that. Hadrian knew that something had to be wrong. If the twinge was telling him what he thought it was telling him, then they had come for some reason.
"Why though...there's nothing here for them, especially not Celeste. She's my charge, they wouldn't dare interfere with her, especially not after the last time they got in my way," he muttered to himself as he spread his wings and flew for the site of the incident.
Hadrian was not sure why the idea of them being here in the Academy unnerved him so much, had he really become that comfortable with this place that an intruder seemed like a violation of his privacy? Hadrian shook the thought away as he circled the sight once, looking for tell tale signs of their presence. Then he saw it...the black device with their symbol on it. They had come, but not for Celeste...so who? He intended to find out as he landed among those gathered there.
"What happened here?" he asked, his wings still spread and his eyes still pupil-less and black. Hadrian would not reveal his intimate knowledge of the cuplrits just yet, not until he found out what exactly had happened. He felt an innate desire to know what they had wanted here, what could be so important to them to send a covert retrieval squad? Especially one so apparently elite as they had been able to escape two Tracers.
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Celeste
Spell Caster
Engel
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Post by Celeste on Sept 4, 2006 14:53:17 GMT -5
It was a rather slow morning. Celeste had been up for some time reading as usual. She was planning to go find Angra today and perhaps spend some time with him today. But first she didn't really know how early he woke up in the mornings and so she would wait a while longer and then she would go find him. They had grown a bit close the other day when he had saved her and now she couldn't get him off her mind unless she was reading hence.. the book in her hand now.
But something made her look up. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. She could sense it. That specialized and created mana. Only.. Oh No! She stood dropping her book and opened her window. Gunshots. Her eyes widened as a small girl was in the arms of three of THEM. She swallowed hard. What did they want with a human?
Already dressed she stood in her window and unfurled her wings her eyes turning blood red as the power and mana surged through her small pale frame. Today, dressed in jeans and a button down blue shirt that had.. when her eyes were blue.. accented them nicely. Now had two nice slits in the back. Oh well she would just use this shirt when she needed her wings now. She looked down below and saw Hadrian coming in. Well at least he was safe.
Jumping off her window sill her wings caught an updraft and she soared over to the group. She didn't know what was wrong yet any information she could get would be key. Perhaps Nephilim had sold the mana technology to some organization because never had they abducted fully grown girls. Human girls. She backwinged a little causing a breeze to rush over the people below as she alighted next to Hadrian whose black wings were the exact opposite of her own.
Then she saw it. Her eyes grew wide and as she moved her wings down she stepped back her red eyes wide in fear. Oh no. They had come.
"Oh God ...Nephilim..." she whispered in the lightest possible voice as she grabbed a hold of Hadrian's arm her eyes never moving from the ball in the Tracers hand. What was going on?
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Jonathan Winters *Deceased*
Spell Caster
"Now, now at the end of my life... I know my greatest folly. ..Forgive me for only just realizing."
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Post by Jonathan Winters *Deceased* on Sept 4, 2006 23:51:54 GMT -5
Greeted by what appeared to be a mix of thoughts and opinions, as one began to hail him, and the other proceeding to ward him off, Jonathan stood silently, for a moment, waiting as to see which he should do. "Hold on, Felman," came one of them, the one greeting him, toward the one who was more bent on having him go on his way. "This one could help us, you know. We were right in his place just a few years back, don't forget." A few years back, ah, right. Tracers were former students, weren't they? The D-13 generosity, especially Benzel, when they gave him a few books on Arcane Academy. Interesting really.. provided his lifespan, he may have found it a worthwhile job to work as a tracer, if he had the time. But.. again, panic struck into his mind, even as he identified himself. Their reactions were.. interesting. "D-13, eh? Doing your further studying here with the Academy? Perhaps you can help us, Mr. Winters," to which he simply nodded, but, felt his blood quicken, though the man was polite. Haste. Haste was needed. The tracer seemed to know this as well, wasting no time to go over to a peculiar looking object.. and picking it up. Quickly coming back to Jonathan, as well as 'Felman'.. he held up the item, a slight look of surprise on his face slowly growing, but hidden, restricted only to his eyes, as they widened slightly, even as the first tracer spoke. "This was the only trace dropped by three... men, I suppose, but they were fully covered, head to toe, in a black and grey exoskeleton, of sorts. It was left to cover their tracks, a sort of fog-releasing device. When the smoke cleared, they had completely disappeared, carrying with them a young girl, of whom we have not yet gone to the files to check the identity of. Perhaps you may know of this student, Mr. Winters? Felman... show him."
Nodding slowly as the Tracer talked.. right away... the N... that.. 'N' emblem..
..It was them, wasn't it?
Even though his face showed no emotion, his body making no movements.. a bit of.. 'tenseness' seemed to be emanating from Jonathan. His head felt hot, painful, his throat, drying. And all that was needed to confirm his worst fears.. was when Felman slowly began to show a recording, through his magicks, of what happened. .. Madelyn. His right hand balled up into a fist.. but, suddenly, loosening up, at a familiar touch. "... Rosenrot..." he said, almost distantly, his eyes just staring straight ahead, feeling her hand wrap around his. His eyes seemed to dictate something.. but, as to what emotion that was, he was fighting to keep it locked up. His own hand, however.. began to squeeze back, maybe too hard, into Phae's hand. "I'm with you, Jonathan. All the way." So, she'd been listening in, too. He did see her doing her rounds in the Training Area, so, it only made sense, since her dormitory was just a little ways from here. But.. to hear her say that.. well, even if he was speechless for other reasons.. he could only weakly return the nod, and a small glance, before staring back at the Tracers. "But first we have to figure out where she went." came her gentle voice. So lost in thought.. almost didn't catch that, but.. again, he nodded, but.. the shock that could be seen in his eyes.. his eyes, just staring ahead, blankly, confused in emotion.. Those suits. Designed for stealth. Wasn't sure if it was that protective though. His own Special-Ops suit was either superior, or inferior.. couldn't tell. But, they were moving pretty damned fast. His left hand quivered slightly. It was them, it was them, it was them, it was them. He knew them. His father.. ..'Vater'... was this under his decision?
'Didn't matter.
Resolve slowly began to replace shock. Madelyn was kidnapped. And he had a damned good guess as to why. But assumptions are never good.. planned action is. ..A cat? It landed on the ground--- "What the hell is going on here?!" came the yell. Jonathan's eyes were instantly caught, turning slightly to look at the upcoming man, who seemed.. a lot more distressed then he was, perhaps? "What the HELL were you two doing discharging your weapons at the group while they held a small girl captive?! What do you think would have happened if you had hit her?!" That was true.. but, Jonathan didn't feel it his place to question his superiors. If anything, they should've been crackshots, to be tracers, at this point, but, for the fact that the black-suited men were able to so easily evade them.. increased reflexes, increased speed, strength, movement, all thanks to the suits.. and to sneak into Arcane Academy.. sounded like D-13 sneak suits, except, maybe slightly less sophisticated. Maybe superior. No way to tell, for sure, but, at any rate, Jonathan didn't need to carry around the extra heavy equipment for invisibility, thanks to his own talents. This only further confirmed his thoughts of who was behind this.. his eyes, however, remembering their manners, and looking up at the man who came, suddenly. "Never mind that..." All he, himself could do was nod. What was done, was done. When, the older man came and looked on, at the Tracers. "My name is Keiya, of the Tenpouin assassin family. I have high level clearance, so whether you like it or not, I am going to be a part of the rescue operation that you ARE going to organise..." Did he know him? No.. but, the name.. familiar.. possibly..? .. Keiya... Madelyn had mentioned him before. A nice man.. almost made him jealous, though he hid it behind his eyes, but, from the way she continued to describe him.. Jonathan looked on, at him, respect in his eyes. To earn his Madelyn's trust.. then there was honor to be found in this man. An assassin, maybe, but then, in a sense, so was he. A sniper.. a job to kill in silence, long-range, or kil particular persons.
"Jonathan I presume?" came the question, slightly catching Jonathan offguard. Dammit, his reaction time.. All he could do was nod back in recognition, still finding a hard time to speak. "You and I are going to exchange words... But not now. Right now, the most important thing is Madelyn's safety, and the longer we stand here talking, the further away those kidnappers get..." came the rather almost.. 'father-scolding' tone, a rather stern look on Keiya's face. For once.. Jonathan looked up, his face ever bare, but. that look on his eyes.. "..A-agreed." ..It was his fault that Madelyn was in this situation. The reason why she became pregnent.. why his blood ran in their expecting child's veins.. ..Yes.. His blood, his fault. That was the tone of his voice. Bitter. At himself, his eyes sinking down, not only with complete frustration at himself.. but, the growing anger that was starting to bubble in him, a feeling coming from his eyes.. he had to bring her back. There was no choice in this matter. Three months.. these bastards were using up his three months with her.. the bastards, the BASTARDS, THE GOD DAMNED BASTARDS.. KIDNAPPING HER AWAY FROM HIM.. He was already a dog, damned to hell. Yet, now, they came to take away the only thing worth living for!? Three months.. Never enough time, he could never spend enough time with her, the only one who made him feel that he was alright, the only one who could make him pretend he had a soul, when he was her..
The only one.
Madelyn.
His right hand suddenly began to lose warmth, as the pressure and stress built up in his mind, letting go of Phae's hand, his two hands clenching up. They were to be married.. they were to have a child, to be wedded, to be bound wholly forever. A given, he already was, no regrets in his mind, 'save his concerns over Madelyn.. but... but... "What happened here?" came an unfamiliar voice. His hands, already balled up into fists, as he stared at the ground, came loose not at the voice.. but.. this... feeling. He dared not turn around. "Oh God ...Nephilim..." Jonathan's eyes suddenly became wider, as he stared into the ground, before the tracers, to the side of Madelyn, before Keiya.. and quietly turned around, slowly looking up. Nephilim. Vater. "..Vater."
Quietly, his hand crept into his pocket. He'd kept these around.. all the time.. just in case.. and quietly, popped open his bottle, and slowly popped out six pills, quickly taking them up to his mouth, swallowing them all at once, as he closed the bottle, and put it back in his pocket. He paused, for a moment. And then, opened his eyes. They were devoid of emotion.
"... A woman bearing an unborn Arayan has been taken by Nephilim. I am to blame."
An aura.. seemed to emenate him. He looked at their wings.. Yes.. yes... they were not quite the same... but... similar...
... Wings...
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Post by The Vigilant One on Sept 5, 2006 2:11:27 GMT -5
"Hey, you arrogant son of a b-"
"Felman! Please, we don't have time."
"Okay, Brian, but this guy's lip-"
"Just stow it for now."
Brian, the kinder of the two Tracers, took in all the information, while Felman simply sulked, feeling insulted by all the students coming in and trying to do his job for him. After all, he'd been a Tracer for years now, and a damn good one. Why this guy suddenly thinks he's better than everyone else just because of some stupid last name... well, it was enough to make a man's blood boil.
"Look, Mr. Tenpouin," Brian began earnestly, "I assure you that we've been doing this for a long time, and we know exactly what we're doing. An abductor, concentrating mostly on the kidnapping, is often unaware of the rest of the world around him as he's making his escape. The gunshots were meant to bring them back into the world as suddenly as possible. A scare tactic, if you will. Regardless, Tracer Felman and I are both very experienced in our jobs. We wouldn't have hit the girl."
"And as for a rescue mission," Felman cut in rather abruptly, "of COURSE we're going to have one, don't try to tell us what we need to do. I don't give two shits who you are, you're more than welcome to join us if you wish!"
"As are you all," said Brian in his much more personable tone. "It seems you all have some connection with either the girl, the people behind this, or both, depending on all your reactions. So... by all means, if any of you know where we need to go, speak up now. We'll head out as soon as possible."
Brian nodded, his face serious. It was clear that he understood the severity of the situation. Whereas Felman might have been a little too bitter at the students to fully realize what was going on at the time, he would come around soon enough. Brian, however, was already set on bringing the girl back.
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Brian Hughes, Tracer Kind, gentle, and loyal, but a crack shot with his gun, and a sharp mind to boot. He was top of his Tracer classes, but carries this title with a modesty inequaled by any. A good man to have on your side, and a good friend no matter what. A good balance to his partner Geron.
STR: 15 DEX: 20 END: 10 INT: 30 WIS: 15 ENG: 10
Geron Felman, Tracer Headstrong, straight-forward, and capable if anything. Geron also was a rather high-ranked Tracer, and though he isn't outwardly cocky or arrogant, he's well aware of his skills, and doesn't like to be undermined. He speaks his mind and doesn't enjoy beating around the bush. Is a very enthusiastic, gung-ho person, but also carries a hint of bitterness towards 'fresh blood', namely younger Academy students. If you're straight with him, however, he'll be straight with you.
STR: 30 DEX: 20 END: 15 INT: 10 WIS: 10 ENG: 15
*A reference point for you all, plus I will be playing, to some extent, these characters, though, to make things more simple and so I'm not playing too many sides at once, feel free to god-mod these two if you need to, provided it a) does not get out of hand and b) you keep to their basic personalities and ideas. I will be monitering and moderating them very closely, though, and if you do something I don't like, I'll let you know, and dock one EXP from your final score each time. So just err on the side of caution, and if you don't think you can use them in a fair way, don't do so at all, and I will take care of them any time they seem to be just zombie-ing along the trail.*
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Post by Phae on Sept 5, 2006 19:29:06 GMT -5
It was definatly going to be an interesting venture. Saving Madelyn was the only priority yet somehow she doubted it would be all that easy. She was worried for Jonathan he was already locking himself away inside and she wasn't going to have that. Not in the least. She and Madelyn, more Madelyn than Phae, had worked very hard to bring Jonathan a sense of happiness and she wasn't going to let this one incident turn him back into the emotionless blob he used to be.
But before she could move a man carrying a cat came onto the scene. He began yelling at the Tracers and Phae could do nothing but stare in disbelief. Jonathan's hand on hers began to squeeze thightly yet she showed no discomfort. He had been there in her time of need and she would be here in his no matter if he broke her fingers or not. Magic was beautiful they could be mended and sword fighting in an hour. So she wasn't worried in the least. But soon he let go of her hand much to her despair she let her hand fall but she wasn't done with him yet.
Another male voice came onto the scene and she raised her brows at the wings. Black as midnight yet beautiful in their own right. He demanded to know what was going on and then soon another winged person, this time a girl arrived on the scene. With her words Jonathan's eyes went wide and Phae closed her own trying to be strong for her best friend. She opened her eyes again and fierce determination was seen within the blue depths as she listened to the tracers go off on Keiya for his ignorance.
Now, it was her time to bring Jonathan, pills or no pills, back to his damned reality so he would concentrate on what was important here. She stepped in front of Jonathan and looked up at him before arching back and smacking him hard across the left cheek. She shook her hand from the impact .. 'Ow' she mouthed as the fire in her eyes would tell Jonathan she wasn't quite done with him yet. She turned his head and put both her hands on his cheeks forcing him to look into her eyes.
"Schnäpper aus ihm heraus! Dieses ist nicht über Sie und es ist nicht Ihre Störung. Sie nahmen Madelyn, aber es ist nicht Ihre Störung, die Sie sie lieben. Lassen Sie so diese Scheiße im Augenblick fallen! Ich wünsche Sie nicht tadelnd und netiher tut das Mädchen, das sie nahmen. Sie müssen an sie denken und wie man sie zurückbekommt. Ihre Augen verraten Sie wissen, was dieses. Nephilim Sache ist. Gegen so kennen Sie eine Spitze mindestens von, was wir oben sind. So müssen Sie in einem taktischen Rahmen des Verstandes erhalten und denken nicht an, wie sie dort erhielt, aber wie die Hölle wir sie zurückbekommen kann!" she said forcefully.
[Translation: Snap out of it! This isn't about you and it isn't your fault. They took Madelyn but it's not your fault you love her. So drop that shit right now! I don't want you blaming yourself and netiher does the girl they took. You need to think about her and how to get her back. Your eyes betray you know what this.. Nephilim thing is. So you know a bit, at least, of what we are up against. So you need to get in a tactical frame of mind and think not of how she got there but how the hell we can get her back!]
She sighed and kiss Jonathan's cheek. She let her thumb run across his cheek for just a moment knowing somewhere behind those pills he would feel this.
"Sie sind mein bester Freund. Und Sie sind Liebe Madelyns. Sie kennen ihr besserer, als der Rest von uns und von ihr nicht einer ist, zum leicht zu vertrauen. Sie vertraut, daß Sie und sie Sie lieben. Jetzt Kampf für diese Liebe. Kampf für Madelyn." this time she spoke in a softer voice her hands now leaving his cheeks.
[Translation: You are my best friend. And you are Madelyn's love. You know her better than the rest of us and she isn't one to trust easily. She trusts you and she loves you. Now, fight for that love. Fight for Madelyn.]
"I am with you. By your side til the end. Let's go save you're love." she said with conviction in her eyes and her voice. She would do this for Madelyn and for Jonathan.
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Hadrian
Apprentice
MoerkEngel
I am the face of your affliction
Posts: 94
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Post by Hadrian on Sept 5, 2006 19:49:51 GMT -5
Hadrian sighed softly as he felt Celeste land beside him. Then he heard her gasp and he knew that she knew as well as he did who was behind the kidnapping. It was the Nephilim Corporation the sponsors of their creation. It seemed things had come full circle this Johnathan...he was more than he let on. He spoke of the girl being pregnant and if he seemed so emotional attachment to her than surely. God, she was carrying on of their own...an angel.
That's why Nephilim had decided to come, they weren't here for either Hadrian or Celeste. They were subjects that were too far gone to be any use to the Corporation. They had decided to start over fresh with a new subject. But this one...this one wasn't conceived by artificial means, a girl was carrying the child...the next generation. Hadrian's face took on a feature of firm resolution, he wouldn't let the next generation of his people fall into the hands of the Nephilim Corporation. They had to be stopped, in order to save his people, Hadrian would have to bite the hand that fed him.
No, not just bite...sever completely. The old days were over, he had no loyalties left to the Nephilim Corporation. He had used them to meet his own end means and now they were useless to him. The only thing they did now was stand in his way and no man or thing denied Hadrian what he desired. He had proved it once when he slaughtered the team of scientists in charge of his creation and raising him. He would prove it again when he carved another swathe of bloody destruction through the Corporation again to get the child back. Nephilim would soon realize that he was not to be trifled with this and these games were going to end.
Hadrian sighed, "The girl...she carries one of our kind Celeste," he said softly, "Nephilim has her....we have to get her and the baby back," he said with a nod and then looked up at the others, "I am Hadrian Adonnis...better known as Experiment 02 of the Nephilim Corporations Angel Project. The people responsible for this kidnapping are the same people who created me and her," he said nodding at Celeste. His fist clenched a little, "I will help to retrieve mother and child, it is my duty after...as the child is one of my kin in all technicality," he said, his voice full of determination, "I hope the rest of you are ready to kill to get this girl back...because that is the only way Nephilim will release her. Celeste and I were failures...too rebellious...too free-thinking, the baby will be there next attempt at creating the perfect angel. One who is both superhuman and obedient only to them," he said as he looked towards the way the Nephilim retrieval team had fled.
Hadrian felt the twinge again but it was fainter this time. The trail was starting to fade. He knew the location of the Nephilim compound that he and Celeste had been raised in by instinct, it would not be a problem to find that one. What he feared was that they had more compounds, ones he did not know about and that they had taken her to one of those.
"I can sense their mana trail but it is fading," he said as he took a step in the direction of the trail, "If we are to have a hope of finding this girl we should leave now," he said as his wings flapped once, creating a small stir of wind as it propelled him into the air. He hovered above them, his wings beating soundlessly but rythmically, "There isn't much time, I doubt Nephilim is going to be patient enough to wait until the girl gives birth to the child naturally," he said, "In all likelihood if we don't arrive there soon...it will be too late," he said as his eyesight drifted from the group below him back to the sky, following the trail the kidnappers had taken with his eyes.
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Celeste
Spell Caster
Engel
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Post by Celeste on Sept 6, 2006 22:47:53 GMT -5
Celeste seemed to phase out. She just didn't hear or feel anything her fear taking over her for the moment. She just watched a the people around her spoke but she didn't hear anything. It wasn't until a slap brought her attention back to the scene once more. The young red headed girl began screaming at the white headed boy in German.
Celeste had been taught how to speak and know every language. She quickly switched her mind to German and heard what the girl was saying to the boy. If this was his love and she was carrying one of their own kind .. the angel kind then she would help.
Hadrain stated the obvious. Something he was rather good at and she nodded taking his hand in hers. He knew her disposition and would most likely realize she needed this kind of comfort if he would offer it.
"I am Celeste Marquis. Otherwise known as Experiment 01 or Eve. I was created by the Nephilim Corporation and ecaped some time ago from the building they were in." she said softly to the group. "If they have her. Hadrian is right. They have the capabilities to raise the child outside of it's mother. If she doesn't cooperate then they will not hesitate to remove the infant. We need to get there fast."
She looked up at Hadrian each had one of the others feathers in their hair. His feather in hers was the deep black and constrasted with her white hair while her white feather blended in with his lockes perfectly.
"Hadrian and I both know where Nephilim is. But again, he might be right about them having other research facilities. We need to leave promptly if we are to follow the mana trail left by their suits." she said softly. "I would like to go with you if I can. Hadrian and I know the inside of Nephilim, at least the one we are from like the back of our hands. We can help."
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Jonathan Winters *Deceased*
Spell Caster
"Now, now at the end of my life... I know my greatest folly. ..Forgive me for only just realizing."
Posts: 119
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Post by Jonathan Winters *Deceased* on Sept 9, 2006 6:18:15 GMT -5
"It seems you all have some connection with either the girl, the people behind this, or both, depending on all your reactions. So... by all means, if any of you know where we need to go, speak up now. We'll head out as soon as possible." As soon as possible. Jonathan needed his equipment. His thoughts so filled, his emotions forcibily sealed up through his pills, as his eyes began blazing, only able to give the kinder of the two tracers a curt nod, with a blank face. ...When a hand came crashing down, onto his face, powerful enough to knock his head to the side, as it recoiled, slightly, before he stopped, somewhat confused, to see who'd slapped him. "..Rosenrot..?" But, before he could even react properly, whether in shock, or anger, or just outright confusion, her hands gripped onto his face, her eyes ablaze, his own faltering slightly. He'd failed to protect her.. he'd--- "Schnäpper aus ihm heraus! Dieses ist nicht über Sie und es ist nicht Ihre Störung. Sie nahmen Madelyn, aber es ist nicht Ihre Störung, die Sie sie lieben. Lassen Sie so diese Scheiße im Augenblick fallen! Ich wünsche Sie nicht tadelnd und netiher tut das Mädchen, das sie nahmen. Sie müssen an sie denken und wie man sie zurückbekommt. Ihre Augen verraten Sie wissen, was dieses. Nephilim Sache ist. Gegen so kennen Sie eine Spitze mindestens von, was wir oben sind. So müssen Sie in einem taktischen Rahmen des Verstandes erhalten und denken nicht an, wie sie dort erhielt, aber wie die Hölle wir sie zurückbekommen kann!" his mouth slightly open, his eyes wide, as he sort of stared at her, in disbelief in how she was acting. He'd never seen her like this before, but, there was truth in what she spoke.. truth that he already knew about. ..Such an eye-reader.. already able to perceive into him. She really seemed determined. As if obvious response, she sighed..
---When a kiss came onto his cheek, his eyes just staring at her, the rest of his face showing nothing, her thumb stroking over his cheek slightly. Nothing showed. But, inside, he was quivering. His eyes.. seemingly revitalized by this, and she probably knew that. "Sie sind mein bester Freund. Und Sie sind Liebe Madelyns. Sie kennen ihr besserer, als der Rest von uns und von ihr nicht einer ist, zum leicht zu vertrauen. Sie vertraut, daß Sie und sie Sie lieben. Jetzt Kampf für diese Liebe. Kampf für Madelyn." Jonathan forced a smile. It was only right. He would do more then fight for that love, do more then fight for Madelyn.. he'd made up his mind, already; Phae had effectively just awakened him from his shock. "I am with you. By your side til the end. Let's go save you're love." was the ever confident voice, not the same cheery tone he was so fond of, but that same tone.. that tone he heard, when they'd first met. But.. "..I-I k-know y-you a-are.. a-and I-I'll d-do more th-then j-just th-that.." his voice quietly becoming more whispered, seemingly having a deceptively soft voice, with a heavy hint of an undertone just reveberating underneath the surface. His eyes weren't empty. No, they were the opposite. But, what they were filled with wasn't gratitude, kindness, or anything that he usually showed, even in his eyes. Not a drop of anger. ..Just... "Missverstehen Sie bitte nicht... Nephilim ist eine Gesellschaft, entschlossen auf Machenmenschen, die höher sind auf, auf der evolutionären Kette, wie.. künstliche "Engel". ..Tatsächlich, mein "Vater" ist verantwortlich für jene Firma."
*"Please don't misunderstand... Nephilim is a corporation, determined on making humans, higher up, on the evolutionary chain, like.. man-made 'angels'. ..Actually, my 'father' is in charge of that company."*
His right hand tightened into a fist, before his hand, shaking it slightly, his whole body beginning to tremble..
“..I'm, den diese Pillen nimmt..., mein Gemüt zu reinigen, ich denke nur auch viel ungefähr nutzlose Dinge. Ich kann nicht fliegen, da sie meine "Flügel“. weggenommen haben. Aber wenn wahrheitsgemäß, wählen sie, irgendetwas ihr zu machen..“
*"..I'm taking these pills... to clear my mind, I'm just thinking too much about useless things. I can't fly, since they took away my 'wings'.. But if truly, they choose to do anything to her.."*
..Killing was never one of his strong points. As a sniper, however, it was one of his specialties.. This time however.. this time.. there would be no hesitation. His eyes seemed to almost glow, almost. No more need for words. It was plain, what he had in mind. A nod came to him, from the black-winged angel. Slowly pivoting around, letting the anger die down slightly.. he nodded back. "I am Hadrian Adonnis...better known as Experiment 02 of the Nephilim Corporations Angel Project. The people responsible for this kidnapping are the same people who created me and her," a little nod given to the white-winged angel, Jonathan noting a little bit of vengence of thought in his words. Good.. he'd need that in this mission. "I will help to retrieve mother and child, it is my duty after...as the child is one of my kin in all technicality. I hope the rest of you are ready to kill to get this girl back...because that is the only way Nephilim will release her. Celeste and I were failures...too rebellious...too free-thinking, the baby will be there next attempt at creating the perfect angel. One who is both superhuman and obedient only to them." His voice was heartening.. although, his heart sunk, a little, as he heard it. So little time. He wanted to bolt for his dorm, and suit up, already, to get ready. But he stayed, his eyes turning from Hadrian over to the white-winged angel. ..They were both from Nephilim, weren't they? ...Vater... "I am Celeste Marquis. Otherwise known as Experiment 01 or Eve. I was created by the Nephilim Corporation and ecaped some time ago from the building they were in." ..His worst fears realized. The shine in his eyes instantly went lucid. Frustration was burning, burning him out. In a rather weary tone, although heavily compacted with a dullness to his voice, thanks to the E-Killers.. "..A-And I-I'm J-Jonathan W-Winters, o-otherwise k-known a-as No. 04, f-from th-the D-13 l-labs."
..A rather tight secret.. one that he hadn't told Madelyn or Phae... but then, it was rare for him to talk so much, except in cases of need, such as now. Besides.. he couldn't tell... since he was the prototype for the line-up of soldiers that would be produced, he figured the quality of his creation would be better then most, but, something made him wonder that perhaps.. Nephilim's experiments were of higher quality. He was probably inferior.. actually, yes, he was. No wings.. his wings.. they'd been.. his eyes turned downward, a little, his face still unrealistically blank. "I can sense their mana trail but it is fading," came a voice from Hadrian. Yes, the qualities between Vater's works in the D-13 and Nephilim truly seemed to be different.. they seemed more magical oriented, and he was.. more.. well, 'military' related. His eyes looked up, noting this. "If we are to have a hope of finding this girl we should leave now," wings beginning to flap, as he slowly came up from the ground. Truly an angel. "There isn't much time, I doubt Nephilim is going to be patient enough to wait until the girl gives birth to the child naturally," he said, "In all likelihood if we don't arrive there soon...it will be too late." Jonathan's ears perked up at this, his eyes again, widening slightly. ..Those bastards... his fist clenched into his hand so much.. he could swear he was about to bleed.. "If they have her. Hadrian is right. They have the capabilities to raise the child outside of it's mother. If she doesn't cooperate then they will not hesitate to remove the infant. We need to get there fast." Celeste and Hadrian.. they both seemed to be aware of Nephilim's inner workings then he did. But then, all the information Jonathan had learned, prior to his 'release' from his growing tube.. they'd only injected the information of everything he'd need to know, into him.. though, not letting him experiance them beforehand, in small quantities, instead, just plunging him in.
Digging around, in his back pockets, he lightly tossed a little ear mic to Hadrian first, and then to Celeste. "..I-I n-need t-time t-to p-prepare. P-Perhaps th-the r-rest o-of u-us a-as w-well. B-But, p-please.. s-search f-for h-her... w-we'll b-be w-with y-you s-soon e-enough." was the light whisper, just enough so that they could hear him. Ten minutes. Ten minutes and he'd have his special-ops suit on, his sniper rifle, his pistol, and all his equipment ready. Ten minutes, and then'd he'd go, either by helicopter, or teleporter, if they could find one, or any other way. He only had three months left. ..Even if he died, he only had three months left, anyways. Just as long.. as 'she' was brought back. Just let him into where ever they'd taken her.. and he would tear his way into break her out.
"..M-My k-kin..."
His eyes were suddenly very alive, as he looked at both of those man-made angels, those Arayans, those destined to rule the skies. Almost in envy of their ability to fly, his fists clenched, his head downcast, teeth bared, though no emotion could be felt. Just stress and frustration in his mind.
"Y-You h-have m-my t-thanks."
..As to what he wanted to say.. it was to be seen. Nodding silently, to all of them, and taking one last look at Phae, he slowly pivoted around, heading into Madelyn and his's dormitory. Inside.. the sounds of ammo being packed and a suit being pulled on could be heard. Ten minutes.. already, the radio for his backpack's equipment was turned on. If those two would leave immediatly.. he'd hear them.
In his hands, his arms... the partially prepared Jonathan cradled his rifle..
"...And dann, werde ich, feuern und werde erbarmungslos schießen, tötet erbarmungslos... nur, sie wieder zu sehen..."
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Keiya Tenpouin
Apprentice
The closer you get to the light... The bigger your shadow becomes...
Posts: 20
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Post by Keiya Tenpouin on Sept 10, 2006 11:35:51 GMT -5
Keiya glared down the Tracer named Geron. "If you aim a gun anywhere in Madelyn’s direction again... You will find out exactly WHY I'm an assassin..." He sneered, Emerald eyeing him cautiously, making sure that his anger did not get out of control. Geron recoiled somewhat, taken back by Keiya's very forward manner towards the subject. Almost a maternal sensibility emanating from him. He however managed to regain his footing and stand steadfast towards the man, simply returning the angered scowl. He too knew that this was not the time to be bickering.
Allot was said amongst the group, as they all tried to comfort each other. Some seemed to be worried about Madelyn. Others of the foe they were now up against. Jonathan took some pills which seemed to neutralize his emotions, a type of drug Keiya knew all too well. Specifically useful for a sniper, which as he was to understand it, was the boys specialty. He and one of the girls in the group exchanged some words in German, which Keiya had no problems understanding, as it was imperative in his profession that he knew most languages spoken by humans. Jonathan finished things up with a somewhat poetic line, and Keiya took that as his cue.
“The time for standing has long since passed. We need to find these men who chose to play god, and rescue Madelyn from their clutches… They have stolen that which is innocent and pure, and for that, they shall suffer greatly…” He told the group with a serious face. “No man within the walls of their compound shall stay safe from our wrath, and for whatever reason you join this crusade, remember only that this mission is that of rescue first and foremost. Revenge is just an after dinner mint…” He eyed the group, knowing that for one reason or the other, most of the people in the group wished great pain upon Madelyn’s captors. And he was making clear what they were really going for.
“Keiya is right” Emerald spoke out, looking up at the group. “For whatever reason you want to harm these people, you should put it out of your mind for now… Madelyn should be everyone’s top priority.” She said, concurring with her owner. It may have seemed strange to see a familiar like Emerald verbally speaking, but the anyone who was indeed taken aback by the image, would have to get used to it, and soon. There was no time left for any extra dawdling. If they were going to move, it had to be there and then.
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Post by The Vigilant One on Sept 18, 2006 20:48:17 GMT -5
(To start, I apologize profusely for my lack of activity within this past week, I've been caught up in a great many things.)
"Well if all we do is stand around spouting verses of vengeance and heart-felt long-lost love," Geron quipped harshly, "then nobody's gonna be reunited with anyone they know anytime in the near future. Brian, get us a transport, a-sap."
Hughes nodded, and reported through a comm unit in his watch. A few minutes later, the personnel helicopter cut through the air, setting to land in the clearing right next to them. The harsh winds from the blades would cause all present some discomfort, and the lighter ones, if completely inactive toward it, would run the risk of being knocked over. The chopper landed, and the pilot inside gave all the thumb's up, signaling that all was well and ready as soon as it was needed.
"Winters is still suiting up, though. Aw, hell... hold on a bit..." Brian let out a bit of a sigh, understanding the need for haste, but with everything so disorganized, he hadn't the slightest idea whether or not this rescue attempt would succeed at all. Heading into the helicopter, he came out with a long, slender object. "I may be a Tracer, but back in my day, I was quite the Z-Boarder," he said with a little grin. "So here's the plan."
"You two, Hadrian, Celeste," he said, pointing to each in turn, "You are coming with me, to lead the way. We follow their trail, then report back to the rest with instructions on where to head. We then infiltrate wherever they are, and find a way to open a path from the inside, allowing you two," Hughes quickly pointed to Phae and Keiya, "and Winters to come in unharrassed. Now, Felman was right, we need to head out, and fast."
Dropping the Z-Board, Brian Hughes hopped onto it, standing on it skateboard style. Magically, his feet were fasted into place, connecting his mind to the board's own magics. With a thought, the board rose up a few inches in the air, and he looked back to the two man-made angels behind him.
"Well... what are we waiting for? Lead on, advance scouts!"
[Hadrian and Celeste to post next, in any order, and Winters may post in returning sometime, but is not necessary and I will post after H and C, regardless.]
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