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MISSION: The Dissolution of Drachma and RIOTE's Rebirth
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STREETS OF MOSCOW - Outside the Kremlin; Fighting: Spade(?), lotsa Central NPCs, Anyone else unfortunate to get mixed up in the battle
by Guest Wed Oct 05, 2011 12:23 am
The Xingese was already immersed in his element, blending seamlessly in the dark. But apparently, from an avove-ground view, he still stuck out a like a sore thumb. So, while the monster gazed intently at the man he had just shot who seemed to be turning and hatefully staring back, Hei was tempted to rush forward and rip the fool's throat out. There was something about his eyes he didn't like, though the sunglasses and the distance between them obscured exactly what Hei could discern, he just felt an instinctual, impulsive desire to kill or at least brutally mutilate the Central soldier up ahead.
Oddly, though, despite taking a shotgun slug right into his shoulder, this man was taking the wound rather well: He seemed to be smoking a cigarette, or at least lighting one up. That was about when the shot rang out and disruped Hei's observation, a bullet from a Central trooper up in one of the closeby buildings had managed to get off a shot that struck into his right shoulder. And unfortunately for Hei, it was a bit burrowed inside his flesh.
Just as the lighter would emit the sound that would trigger a severe brain aneurysm, the black-garmented beast howled with anger. Or more accurately, he let out what would be the male equivalent to a banshee's screech and violently struck the building to his left with enough force to blast in the walls. The sheer amount of noise was probably what prevented him from hearing things, that and there was a thick enough layer of material blocking his ears in the first place that most noises were muffled anyhow.
"I hit the Drachman!" an idiotic voice called, the one responsible for the gunshot, he was inside a building on the opposite side of the street, informing all other Central troops that the monster was indeed capable of being shot. Oh how wrong they were. Hei stumbled into the center of the streets, outside of the shadow of the building, his blow with his left hand had burrowed the Zweihander into the wall for a moment there, and he needed the light real quick. So, for all the Central troops and the man he just shot to see, his left hand had drawn forth a dagger whose point was stabbed into the bullet wound, the projectile still lodged there, having struck his metallic bones. No hesitation, he dug the bullet out and let it fall to the floor, while the ass who had shot him was cursing at the situation.
The building the shooter was taking place in was about . . . 5 meters horizontally away from Hei. The shooter was up a few floors, placing him at, oh say ten or eleven meters up. That makes a direct vector to the idiot's head about ... 25, 121, 146. Oh, a twelve meter long throw. Yeah, it wasn't enough to kill him, but having a bloodied knife suddenly impact and stab into your body was enough of a shock for him that he fell out the window.
('15')
At the present moment, Central troops, loyal blokes, had already emerged from their hiding places. They had every intention of protecting their Commander, their Brigadier General Spade. No matter what sort of abuse or antics they had to put up with him as the leader of Central Command, they were true and loyal men, through and through.
A pity. Many would not live by the end of tonight.
Their guns were aimed at Hei, whose left hand now gripped the Zweihander that had been pierced into the building.
"HALT, Drachman! Don't move!" they cried out, arms readied and loaded with sights trained. They would not hesitate to pull the trigger.
The Xingese was amused. Yes. Amused. 'Don't move?' Did they think he was just a normal person wearing all black? As if.
Hei responded through the mask, in a raspy voice. He responded in one word, before moving, opting to say it in the Amestrian's wretched language to drive the point home.
"DIE."
The black-adorned charged forward, like a phantom. In his right hand were three daggers, drawn from within the sleeves of the uniform he wore, in his left was the two-meter blade, bloodstained from at least a dozen of Amestrians killed this night, and dozens more on nights before. This action drew fire from the Central troops, but the Xingese-Drachman was anticipating fire, instead forcing all his strength to leap aside, into the shadows of another building.
The lunar goddess was not blessing the battlefield with her grace: Instead three man-made constructs, street lamps illuminated the area that this battle was taking place in. With appropriate and swift throws, all three lights were broken. Subtracting the sharply-lit reports of the Amestrians' weapons, this intersection that they were to do battle in was all dark.
They aimed, trying to hit his center of mass, possibly chest area and slightly below: He dashed, down to almost his knees, just about running on all fours. The closest one met his blade, a few bullets happening to strike it first before it cleaved through his shoulder. It didn't go through, but the poor, poor man's anguished scream drew fire AT him instead of Hei, frantic shots to try to deal with an almost-invisible enemy. The Xingese abandoned the blade, letting the corpse fall over with it and a couple pounds of other metal.
(16)
The closest ones who had ducked down to avoid friendly fire and attempted to shoot Hei were next. Two of them, the first had his neck met by Hei's right hand, nails digging into his neck before ripping out a large portion of the flesh there and leaving him to die. The second was met with a direct kick from Hei's left leg, sending him backwards into another soldier, the blow smashing in his entire chest cavity.
(18)
Next, the Xingese rolled right, already his uniform was being marred by the barrage of bullets, and admittedly he was already getting hit, but none had struck into his main body. None were lodged inside of him, but instead either grazed and tore flesh, or grazed and tore armor. There was an Amestrian who wasn't firing, but was shrilly cursing. He was kneeling, and seemed to begging for God's intervention: He got Hei's fists slamming into his skull from opposite directions, which drew the attention of the nearby soldiers, who shifted their line-of-fire.
Fortunately, no Amestrians had killed each other by friendly fire yet. Unfortunately, no Amestrians in the area were going to die by friendly fire tonight. The Shadow of the Drachman Military jumped, he had no intention of getting shot, after all, and instead was quite a nice distance in the air as the gunfire roared. And so did he, except much less a roar so much as maniacal laughter as he landed atop an unwitting soldier. Needless to say, the Xingese was not surprised. Sadly, the same could not hold true for the Amestrian who was crushed and immediately had a knife stuck inside his head for his troubles.
(19)
There were five left now. Well, seven. Two guarding the Brigadier General, five fanned out and away from him, all trying to shoot him. He just jumped back, out of the skylit streets into the shadow of the buildings. For the first time in weeks, the Dadao was removed from its holding place on his body. And flung to the right, again. Intended to strike the soldier standing most off to that side. The blade itself caught the attention of all seven, enough that they shot at it while it struck and burrowed into the chest of the intended victim. And long enough for Hei to leap forward back into the center of attention, grabbing the corpse that had his Zweihander stuck in it. With both hands, he flung the corpse at the left-most two who had accidentally bunched together when shooting, making sure that one of his hands gripped the handle of the blade that jutted out towards him when he hefted the body. Those two were bowled over, while Hei's free hand so happened to nick a pin or two from the bandoleer of grenades on the body. The Zweihander took flight, again, with a powerful swing that let it slice more than three-quarters of the torso of the unfortunate man remaining on the right, just as the grenades went off.
(23)
That was about when the bullets struck him. Oddly enough, a few rounds hit his head and possibly cracked the metal-encased skull (fortunately not enough to end the Drachman's life) while his mask remained intact. A few rounds lodged into his right arm, again, few being four or five and he happened to take an unfortunate bullet to the gut. That one bullet to his main body was all he let strike as he dropped down into the snow, pretending that he was stricken enough to be taken down.
Considering he had killed eight more of their comrades in about a half a second, these were not very bright blokes, asking for back-up to protect their Commanding officer, while ALL of them gingerly step forth to confirm Hei was dead. On account of sheer quickness of movement, leg strength and arm strength, The Xingese-Drachman lunged forward at the three who had made some sort of triangle formation, and tackled the centermost one like a torpedo, and landed upright. The other two, not expecting such a sudden movement from the 'corpse' were slow to respond. One was grabbed by the collar of their uniform (and promptly had their knee stomped inward to throw off balance) and flung over-shoulder directly atop his comrade. This fellow ALSO had a bandoleer of grenades, that Hei promptly snagged the pins off of after the throw, and then violently kicking the bottom of the two-pile in the head to send them flying off towards a building, where they came down with a case of spontaneous combustion.
(25)
The last one was back up on his feet, firing again. Though considering that his internal organs are possible damaged and some of them punctured by broken ribs, his aim wasn't the best in the world, letting Hei mostly avoid the stream of fire to get close enough and-
One punch, right into the gut. The other hand promptly grabs the wrist of the hand holding the gun, and crushes it to force it to relinquish the weapon. The hand that struck then grasped the uniform of the soldier in front, and soon both arms are used to lift the soldier and swing him over onto the ground. And then this is repeated with Hei using his right arm, now clamped on this poor man's left wrist, to swing him overhead again and smash him into the frozen ground, as though this were a comedic, cartoon show. Except it wasn't and both events came with the melodic symphony of anguished cries and snapping bones, accompanied by Hei's ubermanical chuckling in twisted amusement. Whether or not he was being shot was beyond consequence, since the ability for any shooter to accurately shoot in such a manner his brain stem or heart is struck is nil factoring in his speed ... and shooting him anywhere else really isn't going to stop him from beating the shit out of this guy in the first place.
In fact, given the fact that he was practically resilient to pain in the first place, even if he DID get shot, he probably wouldn't have noticed anyhow. And he was too carried away at now crouching and raping the poor Amestrian's face with his fists, preferring lightning fisticuffs to pound away at his skull, landing steel-denting blows there and elsewhere. 'Til one last punch slammed into what ... WOULD have been the windpipe of his prey, but instead impacted into the asphalt that was the street, after all the ice and snow had been shattered and broken through.
All this slaughtering had coming with a low growl, issued forth from Hei's throat. The entire time, when he wasn't laughing or playing dead, he had been snarling as a beast and with such intensity so as to avoid hearing anything else. That and his ears were somewhat covered at the moment.
Now his attention was turned to the one the soldiers had called 'Brigadier General.' The man that all these people had been slaughtered in about a minute or less were trying to protect. The interesting fellow who had such a look of hate, that it was simply beautiful. The General whose very existence embodied all that this Drachman despised and now identified as the source of all his hate. Yes, what had that General been doing all this time, while his men died for him? Or more accurately, were slaughtered for him?
(26 and 10+ bullets and a building and a segment of the road)
Oddly, though, despite taking a shotgun slug right into his shoulder, this man was taking the wound rather well: He seemed to be smoking a cigarette, or at least lighting one up. That was about when the shot rang out and disruped Hei's observation, a bullet from a Central trooper up in one of the closeby buildings had managed to get off a shot that struck into his right shoulder. And unfortunately for Hei, it was a bit burrowed inside his flesh.
Just as the lighter would emit the sound that would trigger a severe brain aneurysm, the black-garmented beast howled with anger. Or more accurately, he let out what would be the male equivalent to a banshee's screech and violently struck the building to his left with enough force to blast in the walls. The sheer amount of noise was probably what prevented him from hearing things, that and there was a thick enough layer of material blocking his ears in the first place that most noises were muffled anyhow.
"I hit the Drachman!" an idiotic voice called, the one responsible for the gunshot, he was inside a building on the opposite side of the street, informing all other Central troops that the monster was indeed capable of being shot. Oh how wrong they were. Hei stumbled into the center of the streets, outside of the shadow of the building, his blow with his left hand had burrowed the Zweihander into the wall for a moment there, and he needed the light real quick. So, for all the Central troops and the man he just shot to see, his left hand had drawn forth a dagger whose point was stabbed into the bullet wound, the projectile still lodged there, having struck his metallic bones. No hesitation, he dug the bullet out and let it fall to the floor, while the ass who had shot him was cursing at the situation.
The building the shooter was taking place in was about . . . 5 meters horizontally away from Hei. The shooter was up a few floors, placing him at, oh say ten or eleven meters up. That makes a direct vector to the idiot's head about ... 25, 121, 146. Oh, a twelve meter long throw. Yeah, it wasn't enough to kill him, but having a bloodied knife suddenly impact and stab into your body was enough of a shock for him that he fell out the window.
('15')
At the present moment, Central troops, loyal blokes, had already emerged from their hiding places. They had every intention of protecting their Commander, their Brigadier General Spade. No matter what sort of abuse or antics they had to put up with him as the leader of Central Command, they were true and loyal men, through and through.
A pity. Many would not live by the end of tonight.
Their guns were aimed at Hei, whose left hand now gripped the Zweihander that had been pierced into the building.
"HALT, Drachman! Don't move!" they cried out, arms readied and loaded with sights trained. They would not hesitate to pull the trigger.
The Xingese was amused. Yes. Amused. 'Don't move?' Did they think he was just a normal person wearing all black? As if.
Hei responded through the mask, in a raspy voice. He responded in one word, before moving, opting to say it in the Amestrian's wretched language to drive the point home.
"DIE."
The black-adorned charged forward, like a phantom. In his right hand were three daggers, drawn from within the sleeves of the uniform he wore, in his left was the two-meter blade, bloodstained from at least a dozen of Amestrians killed this night, and dozens more on nights before. This action drew fire from the Central troops, but the Xingese-Drachman was anticipating fire, instead forcing all his strength to leap aside, into the shadows of another building.
The lunar goddess was not blessing the battlefield with her grace: Instead three man-made constructs, street lamps illuminated the area that this battle was taking place in. With appropriate and swift throws, all three lights were broken. Subtracting the sharply-lit reports of the Amestrians' weapons, this intersection that they were to do battle in was all dark.
They aimed, trying to hit his center of mass, possibly chest area and slightly below: He dashed, down to almost his knees, just about running on all fours. The closest one met his blade, a few bullets happening to strike it first before it cleaved through his shoulder. It didn't go through, but the poor, poor man's anguished scream drew fire AT him instead of Hei, frantic shots to try to deal with an almost-invisible enemy. The Xingese abandoned the blade, letting the corpse fall over with it and a couple pounds of other metal.
(16)
The closest ones who had ducked down to avoid friendly fire and attempted to shoot Hei were next. Two of them, the first had his neck met by Hei's right hand, nails digging into his neck before ripping out a large portion of the flesh there and leaving him to die. The second was met with a direct kick from Hei's left leg, sending him backwards into another soldier, the blow smashing in his entire chest cavity.
(18)
Next, the Xingese rolled right, already his uniform was being marred by the barrage of bullets, and admittedly he was already getting hit, but none had struck into his main body. None were lodged inside of him, but instead either grazed and tore flesh, or grazed and tore armor. There was an Amestrian who wasn't firing, but was shrilly cursing. He was kneeling, and seemed to begging for God's intervention: He got Hei's fists slamming into his skull from opposite directions, which drew the attention of the nearby soldiers, who shifted their line-of-fire.
Fortunately, no Amestrians had killed each other by friendly fire yet. Unfortunately, no Amestrians in the area were going to die by friendly fire tonight. The Shadow of the Drachman Military jumped, he had no intention of getting shot, after all, and instead was quite a nice distance in the air as the gunfire roared. And so did he, except much less a roar so much as maniacal laughter as he landed atop an unwitting soldier. Needless to say, the Xingese was not surprised. Sadly, the same could not hold true for the Amestrian who was crushed and immediately had a knife stuck inside his head for his troubles.
(19)
There were five left now. Well, seven. Two guarding the Brigadier General, five fanned out and away from him, all trying to shoot him. He just jumped back, out of the skylit streets into the shadow of the buildings. For the first time in weeks, the Dadao was removed from its holding place on his body. And flung to the right, again. Intended to strike the soldier standing most off to that side. The blade itself caught the attention of all seven, enough that they shot at it while it struck and burrowed into the chest of the intended victim. And long enough for Hei to leap forward back into the center of attention, grabbing the corpse that had his Zweihander stuck in it. With both hands, he flung the corpse at the left-most two who had accidentally bunched together when shooting, making sure that one of his hands gripped the handle of the blade that jutted out towards him when he hefted the body. Those two were bowled over, while Hei's free hand so happened to nick a pin or two from the bandoleer of grenades on the body. The Zweihander took flight, again, with a powerful swing that let it slice more than three-quarters of the torso of the unfortunate man remaining on the right, just as the grenades went off.
(23)
That was about when the bullets struck him. Oddly enough, a few rounds hit his head and possibly cracked the metal-encased skull (fortunately not enough to end the Drachman's life) while his mask remained intact. A few rounds lodged into his right arm, again, few being four or five and he happened to take an unfortunate bullet to the gut. That one bullet to his main body was all he let strike as he dropped down into the snow, pretending that he was stricken enough to be taken down.
Considering he had killed eight more of their comrades in about a half a second, these were not very bright blokes, asking for back-up to protect their Commanding officer, while ALL of them gingerly step forth to confirm Hei was dead. On account of sheer quickness of movement, leg strength and arm strength, The Xingese-Drachman lunged forward at the three who had made some sort of triangle formation, and tackled the centermost one like a torpedo, and landed upright. The other two, not expecting such a sudden movement from the 'corpse' were slow to respond. One was grabbed by the collar of their uniform (and promptly had their knee stomped inward to throw off balance) and flung over-shoulder directly atop his comrade. This fellow ALSO had a bandoleer of grenades, that Hei promptly snagged the pins off of after the throw, and then violently kicking the bottom of the two-pile in the head to send them flying off towards a building, where they came down with a case of spontaneous combustion.
(25)
The last one was back up on his feet, firing again. Though considering that his internal organs are possible damaged and some of them punctured by broken ribs, his aim wasn't the best in the world, letting Hei mostly avoid the stream of fire to get close enough and-
One punch, right into the gut. The other hand promptly grabs the wrist of the hand holding the gun, and crushes it to force it to relinquish the weapon. The hand that struck then grasped the uniform of the soldier in front, and soon both arms are used to lift the soldier and swing him over onto the ground. And then this is repeated with Hei using his right arm, now clamped on this poor man's left wrist, to swing him overhead again and smash him into the frozen ground, as though this were a comedic, cartoon show. Except it wasn't and both events came with the melodic symphony of anguished cries and snapping bones, accompanied by Hei's ubermanical chuckling in twisted amusement. Whether or not he was being shot was beyond consequence, since the ability for any shooter to accurately shoot in such a manner his brain stem or heart is struck is nil factoring in his speed ... and shooting him anywhere else really isn't going to stop him from beating the shit out of this guy in the first place.
In fact, given the fact that he was practically resilient to pain in the first place, even if he DID get shot, he probably wouldn't have noticed anyhow. And he was too carried away at now crouching and raping the poor Amestrian's face with his fists, preferring lightning fisticuffs to pound away at his skull, landing steel-denting blows there and elsewhere. 'Til one last punch slammed into what ... WOULD have been the windpipe of his prey, but instead impacted into the asphalt that was the street, after all the ice and snow had been shattered and broken through.
All this slaughtering had coming with a low growl, issued forth from Hei's throat. The entire time, when he wasn't laughing or playing dead, he had been snarling as a beast and with such intensity so as to avoid hearing anything else. That and his ears were somewhat covered at the moment.
Now his attention was turned to the one the soldiers had called 'Brigadier General.' The man that all these people had been slaughtered in about a minute or less were trying to protect. The interesting fellow who had such a look of hate, that it was simply beautiful. The General whose very existence embodied all that this Drachman despised and now identified as the source of all his hate. Yes, what had that General been doing all this time, while his men died for him? Or more accurately, were slaughtered for him?
(26 and 10+ bullets and a building and a segment of the road)
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With Reila Dai Dei Shu Acra and Csi.
by Robyn Wed Oct 05, 2011 2:27 am
Reaver saw her move a mile away but if he had moved back now would of ruined all of his fun. Also this was quite a new thing to him. To have a woman not fluster at his charms or find the nearest bed with him. It intrigued him in many fashions. "Who do you think you are?" Feisty one...isn't she..."I am no Queen. I belong not to Creta nor to the system of kingship. For your information, I am merely the Head of Fort Briggs. I answer to the citizens of Amestris. Who are you?" His lips was released but he had yet to stand from his position. His eye revealed her placing her hands on her hips in such a comical fashion. "Always...so lovely? I believe we have not yet met, sir. Perhaps you should introduce yourself. We are in the middle of a war you know." Oh she had asked for it.
Slowly rising the air seemed to if possible get colder. His eye on full view to those looking his other a cold snake like eye dripping in venom most toxic. "I know and see all my dear. For I am Creta's immortal wrath..." His voice took on an dark tone cold as night but sweet and sickly at the same time which had made many a bed mate shiver in pleasure. "I...am Reaver." He smirked as he bowed again. “You should think yourself lucky that I am so willing to still serve you. I being only a mere gentleman to your presence and I get treated so rudely.” He turned on his heel taking a step towards his fellow Cretans hand on cheek in mock shock. “ No wonder you Amestrians are compared to beasts.”
He shook his head and sighed leaving them to there business. He had more important things to await for.
Slowly rising the air seemed to if possible get colder. His eye on full view to those looking his other a cold snake like eye dripping in venom most toxic. "I know and see all my dear. For I am Creta's immortal wrath..." His voice took on an dark tone cold as night but sweet and sickly at the same time which had made many a bed mate shiver in pleasure. "I...am Reaver." He smirked as he bowed again. “You should think yourself lucky that I am so willing to still serve you. I being only a mere gentleman to your presence and I get treated so rudely.” He turned on his heel taking a step towards his fellow Cretans hand on cheek in mock shock. “ No wonder you Amestrians are compared to beasts.”
He shook his head and sighed leaving them to there business. He had more important things to await for.
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THE JADE PALACE, XING - Ace
by Guest Wed Oct 05, 2011 4:02 am
"Do you know what the punishment for breaking and entering into this fortress?"
Peizhi let out a half stifled 'eeep', her widened eyes caught by the gleam of the blade that Saeji had suddenly drawn. That look, that terrifying look on his face, it sent a chill down her spine. A confused anxiety took hold of the young girl. "Well, do you?" growled the once warm and kind emperor. She could not answer, all words were lost to her as the incomprehensible situation overwhelmed her.
"DEATH"
Her throat tightened, her breath grew shallow, every muscle in her body was tense when the cold, steel blade pressed against the soft flesh of her neck while its wielder glared at her with a petrifying glare and terrible grin she had never witnessed before. In such disbelief was she, that she did not even fully understand what was happening. All she could see was the terrifying look upon Saeji, all she could feel was her the knife and her heart, which practically chocked her with every beat. Her mind went utterly blank.....
"Ahahaha... I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You just... I have to say, that clothing of yours is rather cute."
Wh-what? What had just happened. Peizhi looked around with an expression of confusion, shock, and disbelief all in once, like a person who had just awoken from a gripping and realistic dream. It took her several seconds until she had realized what had happened, and that Saeji was laughing up a storm. In such a child-like way, she had gone from a state of confusion, to an expression of realization, to being completely flustered and red in the face in a split second. "S-s-Saeji!!" she stuttered as she scrambled to her feet, wobbling a bit, feeling dizzy, her heart still thumping violently in her chest. "That wasn't funny Saeji, y-you, you, you big jerk!!!" shouted the scarlet faced girl, tears welling up in the corners of her earth coloured eyes. She stamped her foot and practically huffed, turning away from him to make sure he got the message. She turned a blind eye and a deaf ear upon him out of her conviction to remain cross with him for as long as he deserved, only half listening to his plans for war and defense. She did note that he said that she would be by his side for the whole thing..... Well, its not like she could refuse, she wouldn't stay mad at him for that long. But for now......
"Jeu-Hee, Xiao, dismissed. Peizhi, with me. We need to get you properly suited up.". Peizhi casted the spectacled boy a short glance, long enough to catch the smile he gave her before she turned away with a "humph". Folding her arms staring firmly at the wall, trying as hard as she could to not look back and see if he was feeling sorry yet.
Peizhi let out a half stifled 'eeep', her widened eyes caught by the gleam of the blade that Saeji had suddenly drawn. That look, that terrifying look on his face, it sent a chill down her spine. A confused anxiety took hold of the young girl. "Well, do you?" growled the once warm and kind emperor. She could not answer, all words were lost to her as the incomprehensible situation overwhelmed her.
"DEATH"
Her throat tightened, her breath grew shallow, every muscle in her body was tense when the cold, steel blade pressed against the soft flesh of her neck while its wielder glared at her with a petrifying glare and terrible grin she had never witnessed before. In such disbelief was she, that she did not even fully understand what was happening. All she could see was the terrifying look upon Saeji, all she could feel was her the knife and her heart, which practically chocked her with every beat. Her mind went utterly blank.....
"Ahahaha... I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You just... I have to say, that clothing of yours is rather cute."
Wh-what? What had just happened. Peizhi looked around with an expression of confusion, shock, and disbelief all in once, like a person who had just awoken from a gripping and realistic dream. It took her several seconds until she had realized what had happened, and that Saeji was laughing up a storm. In such a child-like way, she had gone from a state of confusion, to an expression of realization, to being completely flustered and red in the face in a split second. "S-s-Saeji!!" she stuttered as she scrambled to her feet, wobbling a bit, feeling dizzy, her heart still thumping violently in her chest. "That wasn't funny Saeji, y-you, you, you big jerk!!!" shouted the scarlet faced girl, tears welling up in the corners of her earth coloured eyes. She stamped her foot and practically huffed, turning away from him to make sure he got the message. She turned a blind eye and a deaf ear upon him out of her conviction to remain cross with him for as long as he deserved, only half listening to his plans for war and defense. She did note that he said that she would be by his side for the whole thing..... Well, its not like she could refuse, she wouldn't stay mad at him for that long. But for now......
"Jeu-Hee, Xiao, dismissed. Peizhi, with me. We need to get you properly suited up.". Peizhi casted the spectacled boy a short glance, long enough to catch the smile he gave her before she turned away with a "humph". Folding her arms staring firmly at the wall, trying as hard as she could to not look back and see if he was feeling sorry yet.
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STREETS OF MOSCOW - Dai; ABANDONED BUILDING - Alisa
by Guest Wed Oct 05, 2011 5:13 am
The inside of the APC was cramped and dim as one would expect for a nightime ride likes this, lined up on either side's row of seats in the back of the lightly armoured, small, tank-like transport. Nika sat there quietly, patiently, as the vehicle rumbled ahead down the long road to Moscow, dressed as she was, in her blue trench-coat and armed to the teeth. The vehicle slowed to a halt and that back opened for their red-haired commander. All the men, including Nika, glanced up at him and sat up appropriately, in respect for their commanding officer, listening to him with the utmost seriousness and stern disposition as he instructed them on the battle plan and objective, which was rather quite simple and well suited for Daigoro Ito's team. They weren't storm troopers, they worked better behind the line of fire, behind enemy lines either, securing objectives and protecting strategic locations
"Nika, to me. We're going to be going into this building here. It's close to the Kremlin, and we can keep easy watch over it in case of emergencies. Nika, you'll be leading the team into the building, clearing it and making strategic positions while I assist with the assault on the Kremlin. Pepper anyone who comes close."
Nika smiled and nodded coolly towards the red haired Lt. Colonel after looking over the building he pointed to, a worn down looking, multi-story complex which could have been used for who knows what. It was probably abandoned by the looks of it, but since it was overlooking a clear pass to the Kremlin, its strategic purpose was apparent. She didn't need any more briefing then that, it was the routine storm, clear, secure, and fortify plan, they were the best choice for something like that, fighting as a team, indoors. The enemy wouldn't know what hit 'em. "Understood Commander Ito" she responded with her typical soldierly tone. The vehicle slowed to a halt once more as it pulled in front of the appointed building. The men aboard responded at once, grabbing their assault rifles and scrambling out of their seats. "Alright men, standard seizure routine, lets move move move!" Nika commanded loudly, her stern, highly unfeminine voice driving the men to action. She turned to Ito and gave him another nod as she put one foot out onto the snowy ground of the Drachman street. "See you after the battle's over commander, I'll call in and confirm our situation after we take the building". And with that, she was off, dashing across the open road towards the building, several other soldiers on her tail, rifles raised and ready to fire upon any Drachman militants who dared to come across them. Two men remained behind, guarding the APC along with its driver, that vehicle being their best chance at a tactical retreat should it be needed.
The decrepit old door at the building's entrance gave way to a well aimed boot to the center, swinging wildly open until it hit the wall with a bang. Without a second to waste, the four of them, Nika and three other soldiers moved into the first floor room. It was old and dusty, empty too, save a few tables, desks, and crates. It could have been an office space or a storage area at some point, but it hardly mattered now, its was abandoned and empty, no sign of anyone having been here too recently, no activity, no weapons or items belonging to soldiers lying about. Looks like they wouldn't bee seeing too much action after all. The group moved cautiously forward, weapons aimed in every direction, covering the area like a well oiled machine. Nika signaled one of the men to remain by the door and keep a watch out the window, all with a few hand gestures and signs. No words were exchanged. Words would give them away. The remaining Amestrian soldiers climbed up to the next floor, and yet again, like the first, they were only met with an old, empty room, much like the last. They carefully treaded across this room just like the last, scanning over every wall, every crate and piece of furniture, searching for any possible hostiles. The third floor was the same, and so was the fourth, empty and abandoned. It looked like they really had gotten the easy job in the end. The dark haired captain spoke up to the two with her in a hushed voice, still mindful of the possibility of hiding soldiers in the vicinity. "Alright, secure the first and second floor, two per floor, you know Ito's orders, if you see any hostiles making their way towards the Kremlin, shoot them down. I'll head to the next floor and take up the sniper role. Stay frosty.". The two men nodded and saluted her before heading downstairs to their appointed positions. Now all there was left to do was to secure the top floor and set up shop.
As quietly as the old creaky wooden stairs would allow her, Nika made her way to the fifth and final floor, pressing against the wall, a FN Five-seven in one hand, her combat knife in the other. Unless the top floor was cramped with legions of militants, she'd be able to handle anyone she ran into. Breathing kept to a low whisper, she leaned into the the door at the top of the stairs, pressing her ear against the old, rotten wood, listening for even the slightest murmur, anything that would indicate it was occupied. She heard nothing. Well, on to the next step. Once again, Nika kicked the door open and bursted into the room, her pistol pointed and ready to fire at the first sign of a Drachman soldier. She scanned around the room carefully. Gah, so many crates. The proper routine would call for checking behind each and every stack to be on the safe side..... Well, better to get it over with. Slowly, stepping carefully, pistol still at the ready, she began to search the room.
"Nika, to me. We're going to be going into this building here. It's close to the Kremlin, and we can keep easy watch over it in case of emergencies. Nika, you'll be leading the team into the building, clearing it and making strategic positions while I assist with the assault on the Kremlin. Pepper anyone who comes close."
Nika smiled and nodded coolly towards the red haired Lt. Colonel after looking over the building he pointed to, a worn down looking, multi-story complex which could have been used for who knows what. It was probably abandoned by the looks of it, but since it was overlooking a clear pass to the Kremlin, its strategic purpose was apparent. She didn't need any more briefing then that, it was the routine storm, clear, secure, and fortify plan, they were the best choice for something like that, fighting as a team, indoors. The enemy wouldn't know what hit 'em. "Understood Commander Ito" she responded with her typical soldierly tone. The vehicle slowed to a halt once more as it pulled in front of the appointed building. The men aboard responded at once, grabbing their assault rifles and scrambling out of their seats. "Alright men, standard seizure routine, lets move move move!" Nika commanded loudly, her stern, highly unfeminine voice driving the men to action. She turned to Ito and gave him another nod as she put one foot out onto the snowy ground of the Drachman street. "See you after the battle's over commander, I'll call in and confirm our situation after we take the building". And with that, she was off, dashing across the open road towards the building, several other soldiers on her tail, rifles raised and ready to fire upon any Drachman militants who dared to come across them. Two men remained behind, guarding the APC along with its driver, that vehicle being their best chance at a tactical retreat should it be needed.
The decrepit old door at the building's entrance gave way to a well aimed boot to the center, swinging wildly open until it hit the wall with a bang. Without a second to waste, the four of them, Nika and three other soldiers moved into the first floor room. It was old and dusty, empty too, save a few tables, desks, and crates. It could have been an office space or a storage area at some point, but it hardly mattered now, its was abandoned and empty, no sign of anyone having been here too recently, no activity, no weapons or items belonging to soldiers lying about. Looks like they wouldn't bee seeing too much action after all. The group moved cautiously forward, weapons aimed in every direction, covering the area like a well oiled machine. Nika signaled one of the men to remain by the door and keep a watch out the window, all with a few hand gestures and signs. No words were exchanged. Words would give them away. The remaining Amestrian soldiers climbed up to the next floor, and yet again, like the first, they were only met with an old, empty room, much like the last. They carefully treaded across this room just like the last, scanning over every wall, every crate and piece of furniture, searching for any possible hostiles. The third floor was the same, and so was the fourth, empty and abandoned. It looked like they really had gotten the easy job in the end. The dark haired captain spoke up to the two with her in a hushed voice, still mindful of the possibility of hiding soldiers in the vicinity. "Alright, secure the first and second floor, two per floor, you know Ito's orders, if you see any hostiles making their way towards the Kremlin, shoot them down. I'll head to the next floor and take up the sniper role. Stay frosty.". The two men nodded and saluted her before heading downstairs to their appointed positions. Now all there was left to do was to secure the top floor and set up shop.
As quietly as the old creaky wooden stairs would allow her, Nika made her way to the fifth and final floor, pressing against the wall, a FN Five-seven in one hand, her combat knife in the other. Unless the top floor was cramped with legions of militants, she'd be able to handle anyone she ran into. Breathing kept to a low whisper, she leaned into the the door at the top of the stairs, pressing her ear against the old, rotten wood, listening for even the slightest murmur, anything that would indicate it was occupied. She heard nothing. Well, on to the next step. Once again, Nika kicked the door open and bursted into the room, her pistol pointed and ready to fire at the first sign of a Drachman soldier. She scanned around the room carefully. Gah, so many crates. The proper routine would call for checking behind each and every stack to be on the safe side..... Well, better to get it over with. Slowly, stepping carefully, pistol still at the ready, she began to search the room.
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XING; THE JADE PALACE: Peizhi; OUTSIDE MOSCOW: Reila, Dietrich, Reaver, Ela, Csi, Shula, Xiao, Jeu-Hee, Peizhi
by Guest Wed Oct 05, 2011 6:02 am
"S-s-Saeji!!" He blinked, and watched as she stood up in a hurry, That wasn't funny Saeji, y-you, you, you big jerk!!!" He literally stifled another giggle, before looking around at everyone else in the throne room. A slightly sly smirk crossed his face, and he stretched as the others started to leave after his long explanation of events that were going to occur. Chuckling, he stepped forwards and leaned over, slinging his arms around and taking her into an embrace from behind, with a soft smile on his face; knowing that everyone was leaving and this was a good thing for him to do, "I'm sorry, Peizhi. It's just... I honestly couldn't resist..." A small giggle, and then he took her out of the hug, and stepped back up straight. She was in something that suited the battlefield. She was in no need to change her clothing to something more Xingese. Actually, there was one thing. "I have a lot of treasures in this room, Peizhi," walking towards one of the walls, Saeji proceeded to pick up a mask out of one of the small show-pieces. The mask was mostly white, with a pair of large red marks on the sides, and a black marking on the forehead. As well as that, there were a pair of black marks above the eyes. Smiling softly, Saeji turned to Peizhi and walked over to her, handing her the mask with a chuckle.
"This mask is a hundred years old; it belonged to the retainer of the Yao Clan, Lan Fan. She was the guardian of Ling Yao, who was one of the Crown Princes, and then Emperors, of Xing. And so I wish for you to wear this into battle by my side, Peizhi, as my retainer, and as my guardian." He wasn't kidding, and his smile had faded to a purely serious appearance, steely expression crossing his face. He waited for her to take it, and then turned away with a grin, nodding to himself as they started to walk. He waved an arm for her to follow, and hurried off towards the armory, making sure his soldiers were ready, hurrying off to the airfield, or at least where the airships would be staying. Smiling brightly, he waved an arm in the air as the soldiers started to filter into the airships. They would take the lead one: himself, Peizhi, Jeu-Hee, and Xiao...
They were finally starting to reach the end of their path, and the sun was beginning to set. Crossing over Fort Briggs, Ace felt himself watching out the window without speaking, mulling this over. He was about to enter battle beside his brother. This was his chance; his change to prove his worth in battle. They had their Chu Ko Nu: However, unlike normal crossbows, the bolts of these Manchurian Repeaters were designed to explode on impact, and quite violently and powerfully. So think of it as tens upon tens of crossbow bolts flying straight at you and exploding. Rather painful, was it not? Chuckling, Ace placed a hand onto the window of the ship, looking outside as the crossed the snowy expanse, approaching Moscow. Vehicles were traveling towards the city, and away from the city. Explosions rocked the air, and Ace's pilot had to make sure to keep out of the turbulence. Okay, so they were almost there. He turned back to the group, nodded at them, and raised a hand to his ear, flicking on the microphone linking him to the other pilots, "Soldiers. Land approximately one klick (kilometre) from the position that I take up. I will meet with the Generals of the Amestrian armies, and then call on you to assist me in the taking of Moscow. That is our job; we assist Amestris in the takeover, and provide support." Affirmative replies came into his ear, and ships turned towards the side, traveling on a path away from the Xingese main ship.
”General Aeries? Would that mean that Xing’s getting involved again?”
Famous last words, Dietrich. Famous last words. For it was just after that question was asked, that a ship started to lower itself from the air, right in the view of the soldier, landing behind the Generals as they spoke to each other. The large black monolithic ship would seem ancient to most, as was the rest of Xing's technology. However, in terms of use, Xing was king with this sort of tech. The lights that came off of the large beast lit up the waiting group, making sure that it would not land on anybody specific. Sighing, Ace waved an arm and the landing gears started to lower themselves, in their slow and steady fashion. This was the safest place for their ship to land, and as it slowly lowered itself to the ground, the main hatch opened. Ace nodded, and stepped out, making sure that Peizhi, Jeu-Hee and Xiao followed. His foot stepped into the snow, and he turned towards the group with a confident smirk on his face. As the engines slowly died down, Saeji Aeries made his way towards them, nodding lightly at Reila and Shula, before giving a slightly more curt nod towards Dietrich's position. "I see we've already gathered, and aren't we just on time or what?" He laughed casually, and tilted his head to the side, adjusting the glasses on his face; making sure that not a single speck of light got through. His hand twitched, checking for his knife...
"This mask is a hundred years old; it belonged to the retainer of the Yao Clan, Lan Fan. She was the guardian of Ling Yao, who was one of the Crown Princes, and then Emperors, of Xing. And so I wish for you to wear this into battle by my side, Peizhi, as my retainer, and as my guardian." He wasn't kidding, and his smile had faded to a purely serious appearance, steely expression crossing his face. He waited for her to take it, and then turned away with a grin, nodding to himself as they started to walk. He waved an arm for her to follow, and hurried off towards the armory, making sure his soldiers were ready, hurrying off to the airfield, or at least where the airships would be staying. Smiling brightly, he waved an arm in the air as the soldiers started to filter into the airships. They would take the lead one: himself, Peizhi, Jeu-Hee, and Xiao...
-THREE HOURS LATER-
They were finally starting to reach the end of their path, and the sun was beginning to set. Crossing over Fort Briggs, Ace felt himself watching out the window without speaking, mulling this over. He was about to enter battle beside his brother. This was his chance; his change to prove his worth in battle. They had their Chu Ko Nu: However, unlike normal crossbows, the bolts of these Manchurian Repeaters were designed to explode on impact, and quite violently and powerfully. So think of it as tens upon tens of crossbow bolts flying straight at you and exploding. Rather painful, was it not? Chuckling, Ace placed a hand onto the window of the ship, looking outside as the crossed the snowy expanse, approaching Moscow. Vehicles were traveling towards the city, and away from the city. Explosions rocked the air, and Ace's pilot had to make sure to keep out of the turbulence. Okay, so they were almost there. He turned back to the group, nodded at them, and raised a hand to his ear, flicking on the microphone linking him to the other pilots, "Soldiers. Land approximately one klick (kilometre) from the position that I take up. I will meet with the Generals of the Amestrian armies, and then call on you to assist me in the taking of Moscow. That is our job; we assist Amestris in the takeover, and provide support." Affirmative replies came into his ear, and ships turned towards the side, traveling on a path away from the Xingese main ship.
Meanwhile, back on land...
”General Aeries? Would that mean that Xing’s getting involved again?”
Famous last words, Dietrich. Famous last words. For it was just after that question was asked, that a ship started to lower itself from the air, right in the view of the soldier, landing behind the Generals as they spoke to each other. The large black monolithic ship would seem ancient to most, as was the rest of Xing's technology. However, in terms of use, Xing was king with this sort of tech. The lights that came off of the large beast lit up the waiting group, making sure that it would not land on anybody specific. Sighing, Ace waved an arm and the landing gears started to lower themselves, in their slow and steady fashion. This was the safest place for their ship to land, and as it slowly lowered itself to the ground, the main hatch opened. Ace nodded, and stepped out, making sure that Peizhi, Jeu-Hee and Xiao followed. His foot stepped into the snow, and he turned towards the group with a confident smirk on his face. As the engines slowly died down, Saeji Aeries made his way towards them, nodding lightly at Reila and Shula, before giving a slightly more curt nod towards Dietrich's position. "I see we've already gathered, and aren't we just on time or what?" He laughed casually, and tilted his head to the side, adjusting the glasses on his face; making sure that not a single speck of light got through. His hand twitched, checking for his knife...
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STREETS OF MOSCOW, TRAIN STATION SOUTHWEST OF THE KREMLIN, Isabella, Vito, Fran, Catalina, Tristao, others
by Guest Wed Oct 05, 2011 6:42 am
The load roar of the motorcyle filled Miguels ears as he raced down the snowy streets, swerving on the slippery snow, round the tight corners with desperate face. God damn bike, he had to kick it for a good ten minutes before the damn engine would start. Pedazo de mierda!, why did he even bring the damn thing? Oh right, because everyone else had cats to ride on except Vito and him. Only difference was, they didn't mind Vito, but for some reason, they didn't let him near them, Fran's little pet even gave him a nasty scar when he tried to pet it on drunken night. Well in the end, his piece of junk caused him to miss the train, so now he was racing against time, any second lost was a second that he wasn't not by the guild's side. Those poor kids....why'd they have to get dragged into this pointless war?
Miguel rounded another corner. He was close now. How'd he know? It was probably because of all the Cretan soldiers running around along with the hail of bullets. There was no point in bothering with the lot of them, they were all focused on Drachman militants anyway, first thing was first, he had to find the rest of the guild. Hopefully they weren't in too much danger. Tristao was a good kid, he wouldn't do anything reckless.... The golden eyed Esparian squinted as he peered ahead, the cold wind whipping violently against his face as he sped forward faster and faster. There was another firefight up ahead. Drachmans by the looks of it, a few Cretans fighting alongside them...wait, not, that wasn't right. What the hell was this? Miguel glanced to the other side of the conflict, looking to solve this odd riddle as he rapidly approached the scene. He saw...was that...was that Vito? Yes, it was! Tristao too! Finally, he found them. Miguel grinned to himself, relieved that he finally found the group. Fran and Catalina had to be near by, he wasn't too late afterall. But there was not time to count heads. It looked like they were outnumbered by Cretans and those traitorous Drachmans alike. (It was likely that that group may have been disguised). Well, it was time to even the odds, he owed that much to those kids after missing the train. What a bad role model he was, and he was supposed to be their elder. Ay los dios.
The bike roared loudly as Miguel closed in on the group of Drachman look-alikes, barreling straight towards the closest two, a pair that looked as if they were about to cast some alchemy by the looks of it, tattoos and symbols shining with bright colorful light, contorting the snow around them. Well they made for obvious targets, easy too, when Miguel ran by them driving forth at fifty miles per hour, sabre drawn and ready. He swooped by them, swinging his blade swiftly, cutting across the neck of the the closest one, leaving him to fall as he gaping wound spewed forth his red vitality while Miguel sped away from them all. The bike riding Esparian turned sharply, his bike drifting across the snow as he reversed directions, ready to make another run by. He sheathed his sword and drew his revolvers. He'd take more than just one of them out this time. Slamming his boot against the pedal, he sped forth again, his spinning tires kicking up heaps of snow, his engine roaring loudly as he accelerated towards the man with the AK, farthest from his guild. The enemy soldier wasn't as clueless as he looked, Miguel gave him that much credit as he raised his weapon and fired. Swerving to the left, his bike took a few stray bullets but any injury was avoided. The gap was close, the bike barreled forward at top speed, but seconds before it collided with its target, the red haired Esparian leaped from the seat, diving into the snow and rolling as the bike continued forth and collided with the man much to his chagrin. Ignoring whatever scream his enemy let out, Miguel turned his attention to the next target, his pistols drawn and trained on her, fierce gold eyes, sun baked brown skin a.....young Esparian girl? It couldn't be....but she wore the uniform of the enemy...that was masquerading as their allies and employers. As much as he wanted to check on the others, to see if they were okay, he couldn't take his eyes off of his opponent, lest he wished to be killed. "Ay, que pesado. You know, I'd rather not have to shoot down another Esparian, can't we just call for a ceasefire?" Miguel commented in his smooth, half lazy melody of a voice, eyeing the girl warily.
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Train Station, Fran, Vito, Cat, Miguel, and Men in White
by Guest Wed Oct 05, 2011 1:52 pm
There were times in life, where Tristao felt a little behind the game. This is no exception. Drachma was cold, almost too cold to bare in his attire. The wind was screeching, blistering deep into his ear drums. His body was numb as the snow fell to the ground, sticking to his arms. Before the firing had started, Tristao buried his face into his lion's back, shielding his eyes from the cold.
He looked up at the first gun shot, knowing that was not from Vito. His eyes quickly scan the area, Cat was gone. She charged ahead. Fran was a couple feet away from him and she looked okay, but, he did a second glance at his best friend and heard her grunt.
"Vi...toGO!" her voice was faint as it began to fade out.
Inside of him, he was crushed. Frozen in fear from the sight he just witnessed. Lucian, his lion growls and smacks Tristao in the back with his tail. His lion attempted to break the boy from his trance like fear, and it seemed to work. Tristao grits his teeth and jumps off his beast and hurries to Fran.
CRACK
A strong flashes broke out over the train station. The blonde boy falls to his knees, hiding his face from the bolt of electricity. Alchemy.
Growing up, Tristao and Fran were the best of friends, and she even taught him the naive Rouenian tongue. Things were great for the two, but soon Vito and eventually Cat made their way into the life of these two best friends. The four grew up together, goofing around and eventually deciding to sail the world. The water was their playing field, their home court advantage. There was this one time, when the four were on their first mission. Stealing gun powder from a neighboring village. They were a wreck. None of them knew exactly what in the world they were doing. Tristao was attempting to steer the giant ship to the best of his ability, Fran was busy skipping around the top deck, Vito was looking over the map and being bothered by the blonde girl. Cat was the look out, she could spot anything faster than the other three. When the small force got to the village, they had to crawl half the way up the mountain side, and Tristao clearly remembers Cat taking the lead. She kept kicking dirt in his face, and he'd spit it out and somehow Vito would always manage to sink his hand into the spit. The four someone stole the gun powder, using explosives, decoys, and a monkey. Strange, but the honest truth.
Memories like that would not be forgotten.
Tristao sits up in the sea of snow and stares out over the field once more. To his right, he catches a glimpse of Catalina running towards Vito who was carrying Fran. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. His eyes widen when he watches the shards of ice tare through her skin like fabric. Blood begins dripping out of her torso, onto the stainless sheet of white snow.
Both women on his team were hurt, badly. Vito was taking control of the situation perfectly. Why couldn't he move? Why did he just stand here like an idiot, not doing a single thing? Was he really this useless?
Lucian growls once more, whacking his master with his left paw. Tristao bounces forward and shakes his head back to reality. Without a seconds notice, he sprints towards Fran who was closes.
"Vito, here let me take her!" He reaches out and soon swoops Fran into his arms. Vito was more skilled with a gun than he was, and right now he had to trust Vito's ability. "You! Go get those bastards!" Tears were swelling up in his eyes as he holds Fran close to his chest. "I'll keep her safe, please, trust me Vito. It's an order!" Tristao hated using that card, but right now he to get Fran and Cat safe while Vito attacked the men with Miguel and there cats. "Miguel! Quick, help Vito, now!" He yells at the top of his lungs with tears falling down his frost covered cheeks.
CRACK!
Another burst of lightening fell between them and Cat. This time, however, Tristao sprints to a wall and hides on the other side. Putting a barrier between him and the enemy.
"Franny, listen, you'll be okay. I need you to think of something really happy. Think of the time you and me got stuck down in that well you thought was full of gold coins!" He attempted to get her to smile, he needed her to continue to push through this pain. As he talked, the boy ripped part of his coat off, using new material to apply to the wound.
How was he going to reach Cat? He needed more time, he needed to get his other friend behind this wall.
"LUCIAN!" He yells for his lion.
He looked up at the first gun shot, knowing that was not from Vito. His eyes quickly scan the area, Cat was gone. She charged ahead. Fran was a couple feet away from him and she looked okay, but, he did a second glance at his best friend and heard her grunt.
"Vi...toGO!" her voice was faint as it began to fade out.
Inside of him, he was crushed. Frozen in fear from the sight he just witnessed. Lucian, his lion growls and smacks Tristao in the back with his tail. His lion attempted to break the boy from his trance like fear, and it seemed to work. Tristao grits his teeth and jumps off his beast and hurries to Fran.
CRACK
A strong flashes broke out over the train station. The blonde boy falls to his knees, hiding his face from the bolt of electricity. Alchemy.
Growing up, Tristao and Fran were the best of friends, and she even taught him the naive Rouenian tongue. Things were great for the two, but soon Vito and eventually Cat made their way into the life of these two best friends. The four grew up together, goofing around and eventually deciding to sail the world. The water was their playing field, their home court advantage. There was this one time, when the four were on their first mission. Stealing gun powder from a neighboring village. They were a wreck. None of them knew exactly what in the world they were doing. Tristao was attempting to steer the giant ship to the best of his ability, Fran was busy skipping around the top deck, Vito was looking over the map and being bothered by the blonde girl. Cat was the look out, she could spot anything faster than the other three. When the small force got to the village, they had to crawl half the way up the mountain side, and Tristao clearly remembers Cat taking the lead. She kept kicking dirt in his face, and he'd spit it out and somehow Vito would always manage to sink his hand into the spit. The four someone stole the gun powder, using explosives, decoys, and a monkey. Strange, but the honest truth.
Memories like that would not be forgotten.
Tristao sits up in the sea of snow and stares out over the field once more. To his right, he catches a glimpse of Catalina running towards Vito who was carrying Fran. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. His eyes widen when he watches the shards of ice tare through her skin like fabric. Blood begins dripping out of her torso, onto the stainless sheet of white snow.
Both women on his team were hurt, badly. Vito was taking control of the situation perfectly. Why couldn't he move? Why did he just stand here like an idiot, not doing a single thing? Was he really this useless?
Lucian growls once more, whacking his master with his left paw. Tristao bounces forward and shakes his head back to reality. Without a seconds notice, he sprints towards Fran who was closes.
"Vito, here let me take her!" He reaches out and soon swoops Fran into his arms. Vito was more skilled with a gun than he was, and right now he had to trust Vito's ability. "You! Go get those bastards!" Tears were swelling up in his eyes as he holds Fran close to his chest. "I'll keep her safe, please, trust me Vito. It's an order!" Tristao hated using that card, but right now he to get Fran and Cat safe while Vito attacked the men with Miguel and there cats. "Miguel! Quick, help Vito, now!" He yells at the top of his lungs with tears falling down his frost covered cheeks.
CRACK!
Another burst of lightening fell between them and Cat. This time, however, Tristao sprints to a wall and hides on the other side. Putting a barrier between him and the enemy.
"Franny, listen, you'll be okay. I need you to think of something really happy. Think of the time you and me got stuck down in that well you thought was full of gold coins!" He attempted to get her to smile, he needed her to continue to push through this pain. As he talked, the boy ripped part of his coat off, using new material to apply to the wound.
How was he going to reach Cat? He needed more time, he needed to get his other friend behind this wall.
"LUCIAN!" He yells for his lion.
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PALACE OF JADE, XING -> OUTSIDE OF MOSCOW - Ace, Xiao, Peizhi, Shula, Reila, Dietrich, Ela, Csi, Reaver(?)
by Guest Wed Oct 05, 2011 1:53 pm
It was all loaded up as pretty as a present! Heehee... rather dangerous present at that... Aiya, she was getting distractable again! She had men to lead, be all important and stuffs. Yes, very specific with that. Stuff. It wasn't like she was exactly used to commanding troops, what in the world did she know about it? Her specialty was negotiations! With speaking. Not guns. Well, yes she knew how to negotiate with guns but less refined and... RAMBLING. Thoughts, moving too fast and unfocused. Glancing back towards the warehouse, Xiao came into view and she couldn't help but grin, suddenly rather excited for all of this. Yes, it was war and that generally was bad but it.... Hrm. It was a break from the norm. For better, or for worse. She hadn't actually fought anything in a long time! Though... she supposed that at least one year away from combat wasn't that long. After all some people didn't.... AH! DISTRACTED! Focus time now!
"And so it begins..." She murmured softly as Ace walked up with Peizhi, flashing them both a smile as she followed them onto the large black plane. Oh. Right. Serious stuff. How did she act on missions before? Normally she had a persona or something to fill and this.... this was so different. Finding her things, she flopped down in a spot where she could double check her weapons since... well... it had been out of commission for a long time.
Snow and turbulence made the ride so much more interesting, the young ambassador sitting with her legs crossed and her duffle bag still open in front of her. She had two pistols holstered beneath her arms, knives strapped to her hip, and a couple of pouches also on her belt. There was one more held in place on her upper thigh, filled with various trinkets that may be of use. God, she couldn't even remember the last time she had gotten all fancied up like this. You could say that she was ready yea.
BOOM! BOOM BOOM!
So many explosions.... Her earlier excitement was channeling into her focus at this point, that faint sweet smile she always wore still upon her lips. It didn't matter how serious she was, that would always remain as if a reminder to try to remain light-hearted. Saeji moved in the plane and she looked up, almost tempted to shift into her chimera form right then and there. Oh boy.... Landing... It was time... She had to lead these men around her now. She... She totally had this. Yeah... definitely. Oh god. Her heart began to thud so hard in her chest, emerald eyes scanning the men that were accompanying them in the giant black plane. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly, calmly, and glanced about for Xiao. He was there to help her, be her second in command. Yeah... She had this. She had this. They were descending. It was game time.
The main hatch lowered, they were getting out. Scrambling up, she glanced to her duffle bag and shouldered it, checking over the placement of everything on her body. Stepping up next to Ace on the left, she nodded to him whether or not he saw, and followed. So many.. people... Wow.... Her eyes widened a little bit as she could feel the gravity of this situation. Most of the major leaders of all the major countries were standing right there. All of... what... fifteen feet in front of her. Composure, right! Her walk was filled with confidence even though most towered over her, looking up to them all with her bright eyes and sweet smile. She gave a slight bow to them out of respect, then a salute. She still remembered that from before! "Ambassad- Er. Commander Han reporting. I'll be leading the Xing front lines." That was a great way to instill confidence into these people. Filch what her rank was. But she technically was the ambassador!!! Just.... not right now. Aiya... Relaxing, she lowered her eyes to the snow, a faint flush in her cheeks. Hopefully she hadn't just spoken out of turn....
"And so it begins..." She murmured softly as Ace walked up with Peizhi, flashing them both a smile as she followed them onto the large black plane. Oh. Right. Serious stuff. How did she act on missions before? Normally she had a persona or something to fill and this.... this was so different. Finding her things, she flopped down in a spot where she could double check her weapons since... well... it had been out of commission for a long time.
~THREE HOURS LATER~
Snow and turbulence made the ride so much more interesting, the young ambassador sitting with her legs crossed and her duffle bag still open in front of her. She had two pistols holstered beneath her arms, knives strapped to her hip, and a couple of pouches also on her belt. There was one more held in place on her upper thigh, filled with various trinkets that may be of use. God, she couldn't even remember the last time she had gotten all fancied up like this. You could say that she was ready yea.
BOOM! BOOM BOOM!
So many explosions.... Her earlier excitement was channeling into her focus at this point, that faint sweet smile she always wore still upon her lips. It didn't matter how serious she was, that would always remain as if a reminder to try to remain light-hearted. Saeji moved in the plane and she looked up, almost tempted to shift into her chimera form right then and there. Oh boy.... Landing... It was time... She had to lead these men around her now. She... She totally had this. Yeah... definitely. Oh god. Her heart began to thud so hard in her chest, emerald eyes scanning the men that were accompanying them in the giant black plane. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly, calmly, and glanced about for Xiao. He was there to help her, be her second in command. Yeah... She had this. She had this. They were descending. It was game time.
The main hatch lowered, they were getting out. Scrambling up, she glanced to her duffle bag and shouldered it, checking over the placement of everything on her body. Stepping up next to Ace on the left, she nodded to him whether or not he saw, and followed. So many.. people... Wow.... Her eyes widened a little bit as she could feel the gravity of this situation. Most of the major leaders of all the major countries were standing right there. All of... what... fifteen feet in front of her. Composure, right! Her walk was filled with confidence even though most towered over her, looking up to them all with her bright eyes and sweet smile. She gave a slight bow to them out of respect, then a salute. She still remembered that from before! "Ambassad- Er. Commander Han reporting. I'll be leading the Xing front lines." That was a great way to instill confidence into these people. Filch what her rank was. But she technically was the ambassador!!! Just.... not right now. Aiya... Relaxing, she lowered her eyes to the snow, a faint flush in her cheeks. Hopefully she hadn't just spoken out of turn....
Guest- Guest
Secret Hideout. Aurel, Hild, Vincent, and Greed
by Guest Wed Oct 05, 2011 2:25 pm
Vanity hands the knife over with ease, and watches Aurelius have his fun with Vincent. Her brother gave such an amazing speech, declaring the strength of RIOTE and how nothing could stop them. This was true, so true that they would eventually control the world. Alena would be put into the spot light, and men and women of all ages would drool after her elegances. Everything was happening, and the pieces were falling together.
The beautiful homunculus makes her way over towards Aurel, and wraps her arms around his shoulder while he continue to cut away at the mans flesh. Her eyes were glazed to his arm, each little letter bleeding gloriously down his wrist. Just as she finishes staring at the last letter carved into Vincent's forearm, the door burst open. She slowly raises her gaze at the spot, noticing a man with white hair falling to his knees.
Greed.
"My Queen," he whispered, trying to hide the exhaustion in his voice. "I just blew up the Kremlin."
The beauty stands straight up, staring at the young attractive beast. Part of her wanted to run to his side, lift him up and care for his exhaustion. However, the other half hated him. Hated him for leaving in the restaurant that night, hated him for not contacting her, hated him for blowing up the KREMLIN!
Vanity bites her lower lip and rushes to his side. With a firm smack, her hand makes contact with his cheek.
"That's for me hating you!" The girl declares before bending down to help the man to nearby chair. Once he's seated in the comfortable chair, Vanity brushes his hair away from his eyes, staring deeply into his cocky soul. She couldn't be mad, it wasn't fair to him. Her body decided that before her mind, and she places a kiss on his cheek where she slapped his face. "But, that hate can't ever ruin my desire for you, Greed." She whispers into his ear before floating off to retrieve a rag to clean the dirt off his face.
The beautiful homunculus makes her way over towards Aurel, and wraps her arms around his shoulder while he continue to cut away at the mans flesh. Her eyes were glazed to his arm, each little letter bleeding gloriously down his wrist. Just as she finishes staring at the last letter carved into Vincent's forearm, the door burst open. She slowly raises her gaze at the spot, noticing a man with white hair falling to his knees.
Greed.
"My Queen," he whispered, trying to hide the exhaustion in his voice. "I just blew up the Kremlin."
The beauty stands straight up, staring at the young attractive beast. Part of her wanted to run to his side, lift him up and care for his exhaustion. However, the other half hated him. Hated him for leaving in the restaurant that night, hated him for not contacting her, hated him for blowing up the KREMLIN!
Vanity bites her lower lip and rushes to his side. With a firm smack, her hand makes contact with his cheek.
"That's for me hating you!" The girl declares before bending down to help the man to nearby chair. Once he's seated in the comfortable chair, Vanity brushes his hair away from his eyes, staring deeply into his cocky soul. She couldn't be mad, it wasn't fair to him. Her body decided that before her mind, and she places a kiss on his cheek where she slapped his face. "But, that hate can't ever ruin my desire for you, Greed." She whispers into his ear before floating off to retrieve a rag to clean the dirt off his face.
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Outside of Moscow on a Highway - Dai, Reaver, Ela, Csi, Shu, Spade, Dietrich, Acra, Ace, Jeu-Hee, Xiao
by Reila Tsukino Wed Oct 05, 2011 2:46 pm
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................................................................what.
Reila had to take moment to realize that she wasn't in some surreal otherworldly place that wasn't at all Drachma in the middle of a war. Had...Dai...? Dai? Her Dai just...just?! WHAT. She took a few deep breaths, barely seeing him suddenly take his leave. "Good luck, stay alive. I love you."
"W-wait!" She reached out blindly and caught...cold air. The far-off sounds of a vehicle drifted further into the night--into danger--and Reila lowered her head, letting red hair whip around her face, brushing against her flushed cheeks. "DAMMIT DAIGORO ITO!!!!!!!" She had all the authority to send a tornado on his ass, but she just stared at his footprints in the snow as if his feet were still there. "I love you." Tche. She clenched her teeth and slowly turned, finding herself directly face to face with the man that Dai just had to prove himself to. She rolled her eyes to the black sky.
"I know and see all my dear. For I am Creta's immortal wrath..." he said. Her eyes widened, pupils sinking like a shot-down ship aboard golden tides. She swayed slightly to one side and ended up turning it into a step forward. Reila reached onto her tiptoes to stare at him head-on, assessing truth versus fantasy--truth versus all the falsity that came with power. He didn't look like Meno. He was not the homunculus that assisted Briggs with the assassination of Father. So...did that mean that Meno had died? Died... But who had killed him? The questions dripped out of her eyes, but instead of shooting them at the monster in front of her, she just smiled sadistically.
"Then I take it you know who I am, Reaver?" She paused a moment to see if he would answer, listening to the snow scurry across itself in tinkles of ice upon ice--like wind chimes to her ears. "That's right; we're beasts." Eyes narrowed to slits of pure and utter danger, almost seeming to glow from the darkness around her. "I am the one that killed Father." And I can kill you too. Go ahead, take another step down my throat and I'll swallow you whole. She crossed her arms across her chest and showed a canny smirk to the homunculus. After facing father, nothing inhuman scared her anymore and the prospect of fighting them came as only a welcome challenge to the girl. However, she was well aware of the fact that for now, they were allies. So King Dietrich had an alliance with a homunculus? Huh, interesting... Well, she had two at her disposal, although they were beyond disposable; they were irreplaceable friends. She smiled to herself and bowed royally. "I apologize sincerely for confusing your 'gentlemanly' actions for an act of belittlement. It will be sensational help to work with a homunculus again. It's a pleasure, Reaver." Reila dropped her smile, turning her attention to Dietrich who opened his mouth to spill out a slur of vagueity:
”Well, if you want to be as relevant as possible, perhaps one could speak of strategies or tactics that can be employed here. If you want to stray away from the war, then I’d recommend a good conversation with my good sir, here, for he is Creta’s sin incarnate, much like how I met yours a fortnight back. If that’s still too relevant, perhaps I could give you a crash course in international politics, economics, governmental styles you might be interested in. Or perhaps we can simply strike a deal then, here and now? I’m sure that, in exchange for some land, I could infuse Amestris with a large sum of currency, and I’m certain that’d help with the reconstruction effort. Or, we could talk of the mundane, for a minute idle is a minute wasted, while a minute spent standing around on a highway ‘shooting the breeze,’ as they say, is merely an inefficient use of time.”
...seriously? Reila placed her pointer finger on her forehead and sighed, furrowing her brows. What was wrong with these people? "I believe it is in our and everyone else's best interests to save the discussions for another time, but I would love to talk with you and learn what you have to offer at another time. Also, I do believe that once this war is over, we could very well strike a deal. But for now, winning involves action. Thus, we need to settle here and depart immediately." What had he meant about buying land...? She had to discuss this with Jet and Tataki...and well, Spade and Shula. Her eyes darted over to the girl that was murmuring to the male beside her that had been introduced as... she forgot. A foreign Ishvallan greeting was uttered, followed by a response from Dietrich and then further things in Cretan. Frowning, Reila remembered something Shula had said to her in passing before Reaver stepped in and ruined her mood. "That's okay! I always wanted to see snow..." Had...she not seen snow before?! Reila smiled to herself, listening to the formation of unfamiliar Cretan words from Dietrich. She was glad...that even in war, there was something as beautiful as snow under their feet, and that Shula was able to see it now, untainted.
"General Aeries? Would that mean that Xing’s getting involved again?” She blinked at Dietrich and opened her mouth to say that she had no idea when...
An ancient-looking ship lowered down nearby, inventing wind that ruffled through all their hair. Reila turned to watch it, alchemy formulating at her fingertips. An enemy? They weren't expecting any other ships... It finished landing, a hatch opening to reveal a small boy and all his glory walking towards them. The emperor of Xing himself?! Reila had never met him, but she had heard that he was actually Spade Aeries' brother. He nodded at her and Shula and then continued on to acknowledge the orange-haired King's existence. "I see we've already gathered, and aren't we just on time or what?" So...what did that mean? Shit, did he even speak Amestrian? She panicked a second, but took a deep breath and met his eyes straight on with a smile.
"It is an honor to meet you, Ace Aeries. I am Reila Tsukino of Fort Briggs--I'm sure Spade has told you. ...I'm aware you speak Amestrian? Have you been given a position?" So much...happening...all...at...once. Reila planted her feet and turned to see a young girl approaching them beside Ace. "Ambassad- Er. Commander Han reporting. I'll be leading the Xing front lines," she stammered, looking completely sincere and sweet. This surprised Reila who had come into this thinking that Xing was a snippy country filled with people like Spade... The Lieutenant General smiled and bowed lower in response. "Commander Han, we are glad to have you."
Her demeanor hardened, tuning out the sudden familiar voice that sounded from--she looked to the side--Shula's radio. "Now that so many people are gathered, listen up! The channel for our comm is 4z81 and that is all of Fort Briggs currently in Moscow, Dai, and myself." With a flip of red hair, she turned to meet the eyes of everyone. "Dietrich will be locating the area in which Aurel, Hild, and Vanity are hiding. I will be going to settle agreements with the rebel Drachman forces. I ask that Ace and Shula go to Moscow to assist Central troops." She took a deep breath and pulled the radio to her lips. "Prepare U.F.O. for departure. I will be boarding in five." She turned back to the group with fierce eyes. "Anymore time wasted and we could completely lose our chance of victory; this is a country that we are fighting...with out small numbers; only more and more will trickle out from the mountains. I suggest setting out." She turned on her heel to her own ship that now hovered over them.
................................................................what.
Reila had to take moment to realize that she wasn't in some surreal otherworldly place that wasn't at all Drachma in the middle of a war. Had...Dai...? Dai? Her Dai just...just?! WHAT. She took a few deep breaths, barely seeing him suddenly take his leave. "Good luck, stay alive. I love you."
"W-wait!" She reached out blindly and caught...cold air. The far-off sounds of a vehicle drifted further into the night--into danger--and Reila lowered her head, letting red hair whip around her face, brushing against her flushed cheeks. "DAMMIT DAIGORO ITO!!!!!!!" She had all the authority to send a tornado on his ass, but she just stared at his footprints in the snow as if his feet were still there. "I love you." Tche. She clenched her teeth and slowly turned, finding herself directly face to face with the man that Dai just had to prove himself to. She rolled her eyes to the black sky.
"I know and see all my dear. For I am Creta's immortal wrath..." he said. Her eyes widened, pupils sinking like a shot-down ship aboard golden tides. She swayed slightly to one side and ended up turning it into a step forward. Reila reached onto her tiptoes to stare at him head-on, assessing truth versus fantasy--truth versus all the falsity that came with power. He didn't look like Meno. He was not the homunculus that assisted Briggs with the assassination of Father. So...did that mean that Meno had died? Died... But who had killed him? The questions dripped out of her eyes, but instead of shooting them at the monster in front of her, she just smiled sadistically.
"Then I take it you know who I am, Reaver?" She paused a moment to see if he would answer, listening to the snow scurry across itself in tinkles of ice upon ice--like wind chimes to her ears. "That's right; we're beasts." Eyes narrowed to slits of pure and utter danger, almost seeming to glow from the darkness around her. "I am the one that killed Father." And I can kill you too. Go ahead, take another step down my throat and I'll swallow you whole. She crossed her arms across her chest and showed a canny smirk to the homunculus. After facing father, nothing inhuman scared her anymore and the prospect of fighting them came as only a welcome challenge to the girl. However, she was well aware of the fact that for now, they were allies. So King Dietrich had an alliance with a homunculus? Huh, interesting... Well, she had two at her disposal, although they were beyond disposable; they were irreplaceable friends. She smiled to herself and bowed royally. "I apologize sincerely for confusing your 'gentlemanly' actions for an act of belittlement. It will be sensational help to work with a homunculus again. It's a pleasure, Reaver." Reila dropped her smile, turning her attention to Dietrich who opened his mouth to spill out a slur of vagueity:
”Well, if you want to be as relevant as possible, perhaps one could speak of strategies or tactics that can be employed here. If you want to stray away from the war, then I’d recommend a good conversation with my good sir, here, for he is Creta’s sin incarnate, much like how I met yours a fortnight back. If that’s still too relevant, perhaps I could give you a crash course in international politics, economics, governmental styles you might be interested in. Or perhaps we can simply strike a deal then, here and now? I’m sure that, in exchange for some land, I could infuse Amestris with a large sum of currency, and I’m certain that’d help with the reconstruction effort. Or, we could talk of the mundane, for a minute idle is a minute wasted, while a minute spent standing around on a highway ‘shooting the breeze,’ as they say, is merely an inefficient use of time.”
...seriously? Reila placed her pointer finger on her forehead and sighed, furrowing her brows. What was wrong with these people? "I believe it is in our and everyone else's best interests to save the discussions for another time, but I would love to talk with you and learn what you have to offer at another time. Also, I do believe that once this war is over, we could very well strike a deal. But for now, winning involves action. Thus, we need to settle here and depart immediately." What had he meant about buying land...? She had to discuss this with Jet and Tataki...and well, Spade and Shula. Her eyes darted over to the girl that was murmuring to the male beside her that had been introduced as... she forgot. A foreign Ishvallan greeting was uttered, followed by a response from Dietrich and then further things in Cretan. Frowning, Reila remembered something Shula had said to her in passing before Reaver stepped in and ruined her mood. "That's okay! I always wanted to see snow..." Had...she not seen snow before?! Reila smiled to herself, listening to the formation of unfamiliar Cretan words from Dietrich. She was glad...that even in war, there was something as beautiful as snow under their feet, and that Shula was able to see it now, untainted.
"General Aeries? Would that mean that Xing’s getting involved again?” She blinked at Dietrich and opened her mouth to say that she had no idea when...
An ancient-looking ship lowered down nearby, inventing wind that ruffled through all their hair. Reila turned to watch it, alchemy formulating at her fingertips. An enemy? They weren't expecting any other ships... It finished landing, a hatch opening to reveal a small boy and all his glory walking towards them. The emperor of Xing himself?! Reila had never met him, but she had heard that he was actually Spade Aeries' brother. He nodded at her and Shula and then continued on to acknowledge the orange-haired King's existence. "I see we've already gathered, and aren't we just on time or what?" So...what did that mean? Shit, did he even speak Amestrian? She panicked a second, but took a deep breath and met his eyes straight on with a smile.
"It is an honor to meet you, Ace Aeries. I am Reila Tsukino of Fort Briggs--I'm sure Spade has told you. ...I'm aware you speak Amestrian? Have you been given a position?" So much...happening...all...at...once. Reila planted her feet and turned to see a young girl approaching them beside Ace. "Ambassad- Er. Commander Han reporting. I'll be leading the Xing front lines," she stammered, looking completely sincere and sweet. This surprised Reila who had come into this thinking that Xing was a snippy country filled with people like Spade... The Lieutenant General smiled and bowed lower in response. "Commander Han, we are glad to have you."
Her demeanor hardened, tuning out the sudden familiar voice that sounded from--she looked to the side--Shula's radio. "Now that so many people are gathered, listen up! The channel for our comm is 4z81 and that is all of Fort Briggs currently in Moscow, Dai, and myself." With a flip of red hair, she turned to meet the eyes of everyone. "Dietrich will be locating the area in which Aurel, Hild, and Vanity are hiding. I will be going to settle agreements with the rebel Drachman forces. I ask that Ace and Shula go to Moscow to assist Central troops." She took a deep breath and pulled the radio to her lips. "Prepare U.F.O. for departure. I will be boarding in five." She turned back to the group with fierce eyes. "Anymore time wasted and we could completely lose our chance of victory; this is a country that we are fighting...with out small numbers; only more and more will trickle out from the mountains. I suggest setting out." She turned on her heel to her own ship that now hovered over them.
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Outside of Moscow on a Highway - Dai, Reaver, Reila, Csi, Shu, Spade, Dietrich, Acra, Ace, Jeu-Hee, Xiao
by Elastor Ito Wed Oct 05, 2011 2:49 pm
“Please. Not now.”
...
Elastor Ito watched her turn from him and walk up to his King. With a frown, he listened to her words with mock interest, trying to stamp down the sudden fury that rared up in him. The boot worked, but he couldn't stop the aura from emanating off of him and making all the air in vicinity heavy with his hidden emotions. Dietrich turned to her with a familiar expression as his words talked for him.
”Well, it was polite of your commanders to offer one of their own to help protect me, and for that, I thank you." Ela's eyes trailed to the other Amestrians, searching for their attention. It seemed no one could understand the Cretan passing between them. But the very fact that Dietrich was using Cretan with Csilla meant that he had heard thei-- "Since you seem to be getting along so well with Elastor," Heh, "how about you stick with him then? Just follow his lead, and you’ll do fine. Just don’t go running off with him, and I’ll give the highest recommendation I can think of to your superiors.” Ela fidgeted with the straps hanging off his sword from around his waist and frowned. Raising tinged violet eyes, he saw Dietrich looking at him just in time for his words that were directed at the swordsman this time. He almost wished they weren't... ”And don’t treat her lightly. It’s bad manners to have a loaned soldier die under your care. As far as you’re concerned, she’s priority number two.” ...number two? Such a high number... for Csilla. He turned his head just slightly to see her out of the corner. "Yes, sir." His eyes never left Dietrich.
More discussion followed that did not concern him. He listened with half and ear, but mainly continued surveying the area for any sign of danger. That was when rumbling was felt on the ground. Immediately, his eyes scanned the skies and found a small light in the distance. Soon, a giant ship appeared that he deducted as a Xingese vessel. His hand went to his sword anyway and he focused intensely on every movement that came from the ship up until the Emperor walked off of it, looking to be much less a threat and more of an ally. His fingers trailed off the hilt, but he moved closer to Dietrich into a more strategic protective stance.
As Ela stood there, he listened to Reila smoothly direct everyone and couldn't help the small slivers of interest pertaining to her directive skills. But he didn't take orders from her; he took orders from Dietrich himself and no one else. Eyes frozen in concentration turned to settle on the King of Creta inquisitively as if asking what say you?.
...
Elastor Ito watched her turn from him and walk up to his King. With a frown, he listened to her words with mock interest, trying to stamp down the sudden fury that rared up in him. The boot worked, but he couldn't stop the aura from emanating off of him and making all the air in vicinity heavy with his hidden emotions. Dietrich turned to her with a familiar expression as his words talked for him.
”Well, it was polite of your commanders to offer one of their own to help protect me, and for that, I thank you." Ela's eyes trailed to the other Amestrians, searching for their attention. It seemed no one could understand the Cretan passing between them. But the very fact that Dietrich was using Cretan with Csilla meant that he had heard thei-- "Since you seem to be getting along so well with Elastor," Heh, "how about you stick with him then? Just follow his lead, and you’ll do fine. Just don’t go running off with him, and I’ll give the highest recommendation I can think of to your superiors.” Ela fidgeted with the straps hanging off his sword from around his waist and frowned. Raising tinged violet eyes, he saw Dietrich looking at him just in time for his words that were directed at the swordsman this time. He almost wished they weren't... ”And don’t treat her lightly. It’s bad manners to have a loaned soldier die under your care. As far as you’re concerned, she’s priority number two.” ...number two? Such a high number... for Csilla. He turned his head just slightly to see her out of the corner. "Yes, sir." His eyes never left Dietrich.
More discussion followed that did not concern him. He listened with half and ear, but mainly continued surveying the area for any sign of danger. That was when rumbling was felt on the ground. Immediately, his eyes scanned the skies and found a small light in the distance. Soon, a giant ship appeared that he deducted as a Xingese vessel. His hand went to his sword anyway and he focused intensely on every movement that came from the ship up until the Emperor walked off of it, looking to be much less a threat and more of an ally. His fingers trailed off the hilt, but he moved closer to Dietrich into a more strategic protective stance.
As Ela stood there, he listened to Reila smoothly direct everyone and couldn't help the small slivers of interest pertaining to her directive skills. But he didn't take orders from her; he took orders from Dietrich himself and no one else. Eyes frozen in concentration turned to settle on the King of Creta inquisitively as if asking what say you?.
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Secret Hideout - Aurel, Hild, Vincent, and Vanity
by Toss Ivanova Wed Oct 05, 2011 2:49 pm
"That's for me hating you!"
...
His head swam. "WHAT THE FF--!!!?!??"
"But, that hate can't ever ruin my desire for you, Greed."
...
His head swam more. "What the ff--?"
She was gone. And he was sitting in a chair. Wait. What? When did he...? He leaned his head into his hands and took a deep breath, his anger-meter already broken and lying dormant somewhere in his soul. She wanted him? Hah...hahahaha! That was a riot!! He snickered into his hand and threw his head over the back of the chair, letting his laughter grow louder. After all this, she desired him? Come the fuck on. He just blew up the damn Kremlin and she hadn't even acknowledged his existence in the diner! He touched his cheek, feeling the lingering of the kiss more so than the sting of the slap. W-what. Just what!? This didn't make any sense. None. At all. And he had to go... So he could shoot down all the other aircrafts in the sky...his sky. "Oi, Vani!" He called after her two-minute-year-old trail. "I'm...going..n-now." He stood up and swayed, grabbing white knuckles onto the head of the chair. The room mishmashed together into a swirl of deep water. He blinked and he was on the ground with his head sunk into the cushion where he had just been sitting. "I have to go..." his muffled voice wafted from out of the cushion.
On a second try, he stood up and hissed from the effort. Heal faster, Toss shouted inwardly at his battered body. Damn stupid whiplash burn in hell and be it that the ashes rot into nothing, blown away by winds of utter demise!! He clenched his fist and seeing no sign of Vanity, turned and went to head right back out the door he came in. He really didn't care about the other two in the room or what they were doing to the guy on the ground. However, a sound stopped him dead in his tracks. ...It was the sound of a voice so cold it chilled his very core. He felt something writhe inside of him--a voice conjuring comradeship with this man. Not just him, but... He spun around with wide, red eyes. Shock was written all over him, but... The man just smirked, his mismatched eyes watching him so closely, Toss was sure he could dissect his soul on a plate and then eat it for dinner if he so much as irked a small corner of the man. Toss blanched, feeling sweat gather on his brow, collecting the dirt and grease there and dripping it down to his chin where it soaked into white strands and turned the tips into a musty color.
"It is an honor to meet you, Toss. I am Aurelius Carston Schwarz. I ask that you take this man with you...alive. Drop him somewhere, but please spare him and all his ignorance."
"A-alright," Toss stuttered, wiping his eyes that burned from the salt. His own gaze faced Aurel's directly, slithering out in a fiery red blare.
"Thank you," Aurel said, not seeming to notice the malice in the homunculus' eyes. Well, he obviously took note of it, but made a very careful decision not to mention it. It seemed in the short time upon observing Greed, Aurel deducted that the man was a very reckless hothead and chose that it was in their best interest not to provoke an ally that would resort to violence regardless of the provoker.
Toss nodded and walked back to the scene in the middle of the floor. Ignoring the blood, he grabbed the man's collar and dragged him to the door. Using his feet to open the fabulous thing by way of kicking it. He slipped through, but it closed on the man's leg. "Whoops, my bad." He shrugged, not caring to know if the guy was even conscious. He pulled him through, leaving bloodstains in the snow all the way to his ship that gleamed red in the moonlight...just like his eyes. Ugh... he would get blood all over the cockpit. God dammit. He should have just refused, but... Could he have refused? Somehow he felt...that was an impossible feat. To refuse Aurelius... He wondered if anyone had ever done that and lived... Just a thought.
The Fallacy took off, and immediately the pressure of flight, pressed violently on the sides of Toss' head. The homunculus squinted, trying to make his blurred vision come together through the haze. "Hey," he said to the man sprawled on the floor of his cockpit, "I'm dropping you in Moscow. They might mistake you for one of the dead bodies so watch out." Sick humor. What did he expect? Hah. It was a few minutes before the smoke showed up through the giant tempered glass window. He lowered to the top of a building, opened the top of the cockpit, and dropped the man into a pile of snow. Ech...that looked cold as shit. "Later!" He called and took back off, surveying the skies for any sign of metal below the stars and above the snow.
[fyi the man they are talking about is Vincent.]
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His head swam. "WHAT THE FF--!!!?!??"
"But, that hate can't ever ruin my desire for you, Greed."
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His head swam more. "What the ff--?"
She was gone. And he was sitting in a chair. Wait. What? When did he...? He leaned his head into his hands and took a deep breath, his anger-meter already broken and lying dormant somewhere in his soul. She wanted him? Hah...hahahaha! That was a riot!! He snickered into his hand and threw his head over the back of the chair, letting his laughter grow louder. After all this, she desired him? Come the fuck on. He just blew up the damn Kremlin and she hadn't even acknowledged his existence in the diner! He touched his cheek, feeling the lingering of the kiss more so than the sting of the slap. W-what. Just what!? This didn't make any sense. None. At all. And he had to go... So he could shoot down all the other aircrafts in the sky...his sky. "Oi, Vani!" He called after her two-minute-year-old trail. "I'm...going..n-now." He stood up and swayed, grabbing white knuckles onto the head of the chair. The room mishmashed together into a swirl of deep water. He blinked and he was on the ground with his head sunk into the cushion where he had just been sitting. "I have to go..." his muffled voice wafted from out of the cushion.
On a second try, he stood up and hissed from the effort. Heal faster, Toss shouted inwardly at his battered body. Damn stupid whiplash burn in hell and be it that the ashes rot into nothing, blown away by winds of utter demise!! He clenched his fist and seeing no sign of Vanity, turned and went to head right back out the door he came in. He really didn't care about the other two in the room or what they were doing to the guy on the ground. However, a sound stopped him dead in his tracks. ...It was the sound of a voice so cold it chilled his very core. He felt something writhe inside of him--a voice conjuring comradeship with this man. Not just him, but... He spun around with wide, red eyes. Shock was written all over him, but... The man just smirked, his mismatched eyes watching him so closely, Toss was sure he could dissect his soul on a plate and then eat it for dinner if he so much as irked a small corner of the man. Toss blanched, feeling sweat gather on his brow, collecting the dirt and grease there and dripping it down to his chin where it soaked into white strands and turned the tips into a musty color.
"It is an honor to meet you, Toss. I am Aurelius Carston Schwarz. I ask that you take this man with you...alive. Drop him somewhere, but please spare him and all his ignorance."
"A-alright," Toss stuttered, wiping his eyes that burned from the salt. His own gaze faced Aurel's directly, slithering out in a fiery red blare.
"Thank you," Aurel said, not seeming to notice the malice in the homunculus' eyes. Well, he obviously took note of it, but made a very careful decision not to mention it. It seemed in the short time upon observing Greed, Aurel deducted that the man was a very reckless hothead and chose that it was in their best interest not to provoke an ally that would resort to violence regardless of the provoker.
Toss nodded and walked back to the scene in the middle of the floor. Ignoring the blood, he grabbed the man's collar and dragged him to the door. Using his feet to open the fabulous thing by way of kicking it. He slipped through, but it closed on the man's leg. "Whoops, my bad." He shrugged, not caring to know if the guy was even conscious. He pulled him through, leaving bloodstains in the snow all the way to his ship that gleamed red in the moonlight...just like his eyes. Ugh... he would get blood all over the cockpit. God dammit. He should have just refused, but... Could he have refused? Somehow he felt...that was an impossible feat. To refuse Aurelius... He wondered if anyone had ever done that and lived... Just a thought.
The Fallacy took off, and immediately the pressure of flight, pressed violently on the sides of Toss' head. The homunculus squinted, trying to make his blurred vision come together through the haze. "Hey," he said to the man sprawled on the floor of his cockpit, "I'm dropping you in Moscow. They might mistake you for one of the dead bodies so watch out." Sick humor. What did he expect? Hah. It was a few minutes before the smoke showed up through the giant tempered glass window. He lowered to the top of a building, opened the top of the cockpit, and dropped the man into a pile of snow. Ech...that looked cold as shit. "Later!" He called and took back off, surveying the skies for any sign of metal below the stars and above the snow.
[fyi the man they are talking about is Vincent.]
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STREETS OF MOSCOW: TRAIN STATION NEAR CITY SQUARE SOUTHWEST OF THE KREMLIN: Tristao, Miguel, Vito, Cat, Cretan soldiers
by Guest Wed Oct 05, 2011 2:51 pm
She was in the metal box with wheel-heels again when she came back to herself, wallowing in pangs of severe agony. She had never been shot before. It hurt it hurt it hurt... She felt tears gather in the corners of her eyes. Oh god I've been shot. She was going to die. Just like this? Like...this? It was too much...but too little. Not enough....not enough...to die just like this...
"Miss Francesca. Hold it there. Don't stop applying pressure. Your father would not be happy if you died." Vito...? She cracked open an eye, not realizing that she had closed them. It quivered a ray of ocean mist and then slid shut again. "Vi...to-hi...t--to," she tried, her voice coming out as barely a whisper. It just hurt so much...she had no strength to hold the it there. What was the it be-ith? She squinted, panting hysterically and shuddering with pain. What... Vito's coat? A tatter that was wet... It was cold. Hurt...
"Franny, listen, you'll be okay. I need you to think of something really happy. Think of the time you and me got stuck down in that well you thought was full of gold coins!" Tristao...? She came to and was gripped with shock. She passed out again? No longer in...metal box. Outside? Oh god... She could have died just like that... Just like...
AH WAKE UP, she screamed at herself. Lime-colored hair stuck to her forehead as she scrambled out of Tristao's grip and fell flat on the ground. IIIIIITJIFJADKNFAS,MNFEREWFR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She squeezed her eyes shut and heaved sputtering breaths, crawling to peer around the brick wall on the train platform at Vito. Vito in the fray. He was so blurry...fading away... Fading...
AH COCKADOODLEDO, she stained into her mind, forcing herself to stand on shaky legs and reach into the pocket of her tight-fitting black pants for ammo. Fran yanked out a giant, pink bazooka from her back and loaded the thing on her shoulder. Aim...aim... Deep concentration... She went in and out of focus. Just don't hit Vito... She suddenly noticed that she had both Vito and Tristao's coat tied around her waist and smiled. She could do this. "I--I got th--" Cat was on the ground. Bleeding. "--sssCAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Oh outerspace... please... let her be alive. Living, breathing like she always did. Some people died, but never Fran's friends... It... Was it because she had gotten shot and couldn't protect...them? She clapped her trigger hand over her quivering lips and nearly dropped to the ground. Her everything was spinning...twirling...falling...swirling.... "Cat," she sobbed, feeling tears spill over and down her cheeks. Cold... "Cat..."
"Think of the time you and me got stuck down in that well you thought was full of gold coins!"
The coins......they were old gold-hold from ancient times and no one could read them! Read them! But they sold for lots of money-honey and Vasco-daddy-person was so happppyyyyyy~ Sappy! She felt the memory take over her swooning mind and she clenched the trigger...just a little more. She aimed, and pulled it the metal button. "Die, alchemist." He didn't drop dead, for there was nothing left of his body. Fran flew backwards from the pew pew back (recoil) and slammed into Tristao with a yelp of pain. She dropped the bazooka. It clacked to the ground. Fading...fading again. Oh god. "I...I dun wan...t-to....die." Fran went limp in Tristao's arms, gushing blood all over him and the ground. Her last thoughts were of Cat.
[fyi the alchemist she killed was the one that shot ice through Cat.]
"Miss Francesca. Hold it there. Don't stop applying pressure. Your father would not be happy if you died." Vito...? She cracked open an eye, not realizing that she had closed them. It quivered a ray of ocean mist and then slid shut again. "Vi...to-hi...t--to," she tried, her voice coming out as barely a whisper. It just hurt so much...she had no strength to hold the it there. What was the it be-ith? She squinted, panting hysterically and shuddering with pain. What... Vito's coat? A tatter that was wet... It was cold. Hurt...
"Franny, listen, you'll be okay. I need you to think of something really happy. Think of the time you and me got stuck down in that well you thought was full of gold coins!" Tristao...? She came to and was gripped with shock. She passed out again? No longer in...metal box. Outside? Oh god... She could have died just like that... Just like...
AH WAKE UP, she screamed at herself. Lime-colored hair stuck to her forehead as she scrambled out of Tristao's grip and fell flat on the ground. IIIIIITJIFJADKNFAS,MNFEREWFR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She squeezed her eyes shut and heaved sputtering breaths, crawling to peer around the brick wall on the train platform at Vito. Vito in the fray. He was so blurry...fading away... Fading...
AH COCKADOODLEDO, she stained into her mind, forcing herself to stand on shaky legs and reach into the pocket of her tight-fitting black pants for ammo. Fran yanked out a giant, pink bazooka from her back and loaded the thing on her shoulder. Aim...aim... Deep concentration... She went in and out of focus. Just don't hit Vito... She suddenly noticed that she had both Vito and Tristao's coat tied around her waist and smiled. She could do this. "I--I got th--" Cat was on the ground. Bleeding. "--sssCAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Oh outerspace... please... let her be alive. Living, breathing like she always did. Some people died, but never Fran's friends... It... Was it because she had gotten shot and couldn't protect...them? She clapped her trigger hand over her quivering lips and nearly dropped to the ground. Her everything was spinning...twirling...falling...swirling.... "Cat," she sobbed, feeling tears spill over and down her cheeks. Cold... "Cat..."
"Think of the time you and me got stuck down in that well you thought was full of gold coins!"
The coins......they were old gold-hold from ancient times and no one could read them! Read them! But they sold for lots of money-honey and Vasco-daddy-person was so happppyyyyyy~ Sappy! She felt the memory take over her swooning mind and she clenched the trigger...just a little more. She aimed, and pulled it the metal button. "Die, alchemist." He didn't drop dead, for there was nothing left of his body. Fran flew backwards from the pew pew back (recoil) and slammed into Tristao with a yelp of pain. She dropped the bazooka. It clacked to the ground. Fading...fading again. Oh god. "I...I dun wan...t-to....die." Fran went limp in Tristao's arms, gushing blood all over him and the ground. Her last thoughts were of Cat.
[fyi the alchemist she killed was the one that shot ice through Cat.]
[EXIT THREAD]
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OUTSIDE THE KREMLIN -> ABANDONED BUILDING/MOSCOW STREETS - Npc's, Dai, Nika and Alisa by extension, maybe Hild?
by Guest Wed Oct 05, 2011 4:26 pm
Boring boring boring boring BORING! This was so FUCKING BORING. He was on his tenth cig in the last hour, and goddammit was he getting fucking PISSED. Where were these Amestrians?! What the FUCK were these people doing? He loved the sound of the explosions in the distance, it was the perfect backdrop for all this bullshit. Hell even above them--Hold on, ABOVE?! It was then that he growled, immediately walking at a rather fast pace away from the Kremlin, signaling to the two men that were there with him. "Move the men out. We've got other places we can be." He snapped to them, grey eyes flashing rather dangerously. They do what he says or they die. Plain and simple. He was in no mood for these fucking games.
He looked at the car that he had arrived in and sneered, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he moved right past it. Fuck it. He'd fucking walk there. 'sides, he'd have a better chance of finding these goddamn pussies that way than driving. Though then he could crash into them... That was always fun. Nah. Too quick. He wanted some fucking FUN. Thats the whole reason he was here anyways. Start some fires, flay the flesh from the bone, gorge himself on the malice and brutality of it all. Besides.... He knew that some key players were about. Elastor Ito. Hell, even Daigoro Ito! Ooooo he would looooooooooove To see either of them this day. This... This glorious day of blood! Or perhaps night would be best at this point...
He glanced back as two figures in white suits moved up next to him, flanking him as well they should. Good little sheep, listen to the big bad wolf lest he tear your still beating heart from your chest. A loud crash thundered over head, causing him to casually look up at that firefight between the planes. "Lets shake a leg!" Cackling, he suddenly broke into a run, his long black coat fluttering dramatically on the wind. His long, powerful legs propelled him forward, the two lackeys scrambling to catch up. The rest? Oh he could feel them. He could feel them moving in the shadows of those buildings, the corners of eyes, always there but never seen. Ninaj's. The giant ball of flame crashed into the Kremlin behind them, raining shrapnel and heat down upon them. Yes.... YESYESYES!!!!! THIS is what he lived for!! That adrenaline, that excitement! That... Mmmm.... delicious.
He didn't stop running, he knew his destination already and it really wasn't that far. But had Hild given the order yet? Was it time for them to move? No... No too soon.. The beats weren't right. The little lady was creepy, even he knew that. But she appreciated the Chaos. Hell, RIOTE did! As much as they strove for peace. Hah... that was so boring.... He looked up and about, turning this way and that down streets till he saw his destination. And the sound of roaring tires reached his ears in the distance. Company was afoot. Ah, but who would it be?
Now he slowed in his step, ducking into the shadow of a doorway, watching as the APC rolled up. His men dove for cover, the rest.... Well, he could suspect where they would be. "Don't have them move yet. Wait for the.... opportune moment..." He murmured, his single eye watching with rapture as the Amestrians moved out. Hah! Unnoticed still! So focused on their mission. Time to have a little fun, make a little music to this quiet quiet street. Boring turned to glory!
He waited until the team had slipped inside, recognizing the woman leading them from the files he had back at his HQ. Have fun you merc's you~ What a firefight would begin! The two soldiers guarding the APC wandered to the other side, routinely walking around it to keep an eye on all sectors. Time to make some fuckers DANCE. Waving a hand, one of his men snuck up and placed a grenade launcher in his palm, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. Aiming at just the right angle, he fired off a round, watching that little ball go soaring right over to his enemies. BOOM BADA BOOM! The round exploded and sent one of the unsuspecting guards flying, reloading with a lovely "click" before another round went soaring off. "WAKEY WAKEY FUCKERS! ITS A FUCKING PARTY SO WHERE'S YOUR SHOES?!" He barked as he loaded up another round. Finally they were beginning to fire at him, his two guards returning fire with their rifles. Bullets, explosions, Oooohhhhhhh it was... It was... YES. Bring on that beat! Let them soar into hell!
Cackling, another grenade soared off and burst upon the APC itself, the explosion rocking the armored vehicle as fires lit upon the street. The night was theirs, let those demons crawl out. "Jiggle it, jiggle it, SHAKE THAT THING!" The call had gone out, they wouldn't be alone for long. But would that squad inside arrive in time? Heh... Their men were already gone. He shouldered the grenade launcher upon reloading, observing some of the smoldering flames with a tilt to his lips. Not enough. He was all of fifteen feet away from the APC, placing a hand on his hip before whistling shrilly and skipping off to the side. Yes, SKIPPING. Upon the whistle, there was a shrill sound that was revealed to be a rocket soaring towards that armored vehicle.
BOOM!!!
The rocket slammed into the APC ruthlessly and up it went in glorious flames! He didn't know, or care, if anyone was still inside of it. He was frankly just having his fun. Whistling, "Singing in the rain," he proceeded to walk over to the corner of the abandoned building and lean against it, lighting up a cigarette after placing the grenade launcher down against his legs. Ahh..... What a good evening it was turning out to be....
He looked at the car that he had arrived in and sneered, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he moved right past it. Fuck it. He'd fucking walk there. 'sides, he'd have a better chance of finding these goddamn pussies that way than driving. Though then he could crash into them... That was always fun. Nah. Too quick. He wanted some fucking FUN. Thats the whole reason he was here anyways. Start some fires, flay the flesh from the bone, gorge himself on the malice and brutality of it all. Besides.... He knew that some key players were about. Elastor Ito. Hell, even Daigoro Ito! Ooooo he would looooooooooove To see either of them this day. This... This glorious day of blood! Or perhaps night would be best at this point...
He glanced back as two figures in white suits moved up next to him, flanking him as well they should. Good little sheep, listen to the big bad wolf lest he tear your still beating heart from your chest. A loud crash thundered over head, causing him to casually look up at that firefight between the planes. "Lets shake a leg!" Cackling, he suddenly broke into a run, his long black coat fluttering dramatically on the wind. His long, powerful legs propelled him forward, the two lackeys scrambling to catch up. The rest? Oh he could feel them. He could feel them moving in the shadows of those buildings, the corners of eyes, always there but never seen. Ninaj's. The giant ball of flame crashed into the Kremlin behind them, raining shrapnel and heat down upon them. Yes.... YESYESYES!!!!! THIS is what he lived for!! That adrenaline, that excitement! That... Mmmm.... delicious.
He didn't stop running, he knew his destination already and it really wasn't that far. But had Hild given the order yet? Was it time for them to move? No... No too soon.. The beats weren't right. The little lady was creepy, even he knew that. But she appreciated the Chaos. Hell, RIOTE did! As much as they strove for peace. Hah... that was so boring.... He looked up and about, turning this way and that down streets till he saw his destination. And the sound of roaring tires reached his ears in the distance. Company was afoot. Ah, but who would it be?
Now he slowed in his step, ducking into the shadow of a doorway, watching as the APC rolled up. His men dove for cover, the rest.... Well, he could suspect where they would be. "Don't have them move yet. Wait for the.... opportune moment..." He murmured, his single eye watching with rapture as the Amestrians moved out. Hah! Unnoticed still! So focused on their mission. Time to have a little fun, make a little music to this quiet quiet street. Boring turned to glory!
He waited until the team had slipped inside, recognizing the woman leading them from the files he had back at his HQ. Have fun you merc's you~ What a firefight would begin! The two soldiers guarding the APC wandered to the other side, routinely walking around it to keep an eye on all sectors. Time to make some fuckers DANCE. Waving a hand, one of his men snuck up and placed a grenade launcher in his palm, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. Aiming at just the right angle, he fired off a round, watching that little ball go soaring right over to his enemies. BOOM BADA BOOM! The round exploded and sent one of the unsuspecting guards flying, reloading with a lovely "click" before another round went soaring off. "WAKEY WAKEY FUCKERS! ITS A FUCKING PARTY SO WHERE'S YOUR SHOES?!" He barked as he loaded up another round. Finally they were beginning to fire at him, his two guards returning fire with their rifles. Bullets, explosions, Oooohhhhhhh it was... It was... YES. Bring on that beat! Let them soar into hell!
Cackling, another grenade soared off and burst upon the APC itself, the explosion rocking the armored vehicle as fires lit upon the street. The night was theirs, let those demons crawl out. "Jiggle it, jiggle it, SHAKE THAT THING!" The call had gone out, they wouldn't be alone for long. But would that squad inside arrive in time? Heh... Their men were already gone. He shouldered the grenade launcher upon reloading, observing some of the smoldering flames with a tilt to his lips. Not enough. He was all of fifteen feet away from the APC, placing a hand on his hip before whistling shrilly and skipping off to the side. Yes, SKIPPING. Upon the whistle, there was a shrill sound that was revealed to be a rocket soaring towards that armored vehicle.
BOOM!!!
The rocket slammed into the APC ruthlessly and up it went in glorious flames! He didn't know, or care, if anyone was still inside of it. He was frankly just having his fun. Whistling, "Singing in the rain," he proceeded to walk over to the corner of the abandoned building and lean against it, lighting up a cigarette after placing the grenade launcher down against his legs. Ahh..... What a good evening it was turning out to be....
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OUTSIDE OF KREMLIN - Nyx, Viktor.... (anyone else there. Daemon, Sablya.... um... )
by Guest Wed Oct 05, 2011 6:49 pm
SO MUCH SMOKE! Coughing, the small doctor brought a hand up to her cover the lower half of her face, watching as the historical building crumbled like a sandcastle. One of the biggest icon's of Drachma now lay in ruins, and she wasn't even sure who had caused it. She could appreciate the loss of architecture amidst battle! It was a sad thing to have a culture shocked like that. But no, this was not what was important.
There was still no sign of Viktor. She was already in enough of a tizzy about her lack of saving their injured men, but the fact he was still... No, no he was fine. That man had been through so much already, the Kremlin falling on top of him wouldn't end him just like that. It couldn't. It just.... couldn't. Had she heard a shout amongst the sound of bricks and stone collapsing? She simply didn't know. And Nyx... Shit. Casting her eyes about, she thought she saw a flicker of movement further down the front of the building, the shimmer of white distinctive against the darkness of the evening. The fire cast an orange glow over everything, painting the field before them with an almost liquid sense of... Oh hell, she didn't even know what. War? Destruction? Whatever the hell this was anymore.
Then more movement. It was indeed Nyx, and what lay over her arms caused the good doctor to pause. She had cautiously been moving forward, but now she had stopped in her tracks, dark eyes watching in plain disbelief. There, a minion of RIOTE... a group she despised more than anything... had saved one of their men. Why? Had it been instinct? Was it a ploy? Adrenaline? Or.... why? It was.... Darmon she had saved. She was even injured upon her hand. Good. Or... Ack. Meant she wouldn't be firing so well anymore, also meant Cora wasn't loosing her touch with a gun. But still.... What did she do? A life for a life? All she had now was her combat knife, her fists, and her kicks.
Her inner conflict was interrupted by something bursting through the rubble and blowing past her to go tumbling into the snow. Honestly, it had sort of startled her, her body twitching as she stared wide eyed at... A bear. She stared at him dumbly for a moment. Then it spoke! "V...Viktor?" She said softly, knowing that voice, albeit a bit distorted but that could be expected what with the shifting of vocal chords and... Technical stuff later. She wasn't sure if she just wasn't used to seeing him like that and thus at a loss, or if was just the fact he had BURST OUT OF A COLLAPSING BUILDING. It didn't take long for her to snap out of it, moving forward to hug him around his neck despite the fact their enemy was right there. "I'm fine..." She whispered as she pulled away from him, a hand remaining in his fur as she turned slowly to face the bearer that stood before her.
Her eyes narrowed and she stepped away from Viktor now, ignoring how the shard of wood was still in her shoulder. Least it would slow bloodloss if she kept it stuck in there. Did hurt like hell though. Taking a deep breath, she was watching the young chimera before her very carefully, thinking over what she really wanted to say. "Nyx, you saved one of our men. For that I thank you." She paused, pursing her lips as she seemed almost ready to fall into a defensive stance. "Normally I would say life for a life, but this is war. If you leave now, we won't pursue you. But the next time we meet, I can't say the same thing." Her full lips almost made it seem like she was sort of pouting, even as they tightened, her brown eyes meeting Nyx's. "If you wish to continue, then I have no qualms about that either." Would Viktor agree with her? God this felt so wrong... But.. Her eyes darted to Darmon laying in the snow, knowing how he should be tended to immediately if his chances of survival were to remain probable at all. But it had been a quick glance, raising back up to the green haired chimera only ten feet from her.
There was still no sign of Viktor. She was already in enough of a tizzy about her lack of saving their injured men, but the fact he was still... No, no he was fine. That man had been through so much already, the Kremlin falling on top of him wouldn't end him just like that. It couldn't. It just.... couldn't. Had she heard a shout amongst the sound of bricks and stone collapsing? She simply didn't know. And Nyx... Shit. Casting her eyes about, she thought she saw a flicker of movement further down the front of the building, the shimmer of white distinctive against the darkness of the evening. The fire cast an orange glow over everything, painting the field before them with an almost liquid sense of... Oh hell, she didn't even know what. War? Destruction? Whatever the hell this was anymore.
Then more movement. It was indeed Nyx, and what lay over her arms caused the good doctor to pause. She had cautiously been moving forward, but now she had stopped in her tracks, dark eyes watching in plain disbelief. There, a minion of RIOTE... a group she despised more than anything... had saved one of their men. Why? Had it been instinct? Was it a ploy? Adrenaline? Or.... why? It was.... Darmon she had saved. She was even injured upon her hand. Good. Or... Ack. Meant she wouldn't be firing so well anymore, also meant Cora wasn't loosing her touch with a gun. But still.... What did she do? A life for a life? All she had now was her combat knife, her fists, and her kicks.
Her inner conflict was interrupted by something bursting through the rubble and blowing past her to go tumbling into the snow. Honestly, it had sort of startled her, her body twitching as she stared wide eyed at... A bear. She stared at him dumbly for a moment. Then it spoke! "V...Viktor?" She said softly, knowing that voice, albeit a bit distorted but that could be expected what with the shifting of vocal chords and... Technical stuff later. She wasn't sure if she just wasn't used to seeing him like that and thus at a loss, or if was just the fact he had BURST OUT OF A COLLAPSING BUILDING. It didn't take long for her to snap out of it, moving forward to hug him around his neck despite the fact their enemy was right there. "I'm fine..." She whispered as she pulled away from him, a hand remaining in his fur as she turned slowly to face the bearer that stood before her.
Her eyes narrowed and she stepped away from Viktor now, ignoring how the shard of wood was still in her shoulder. Least it would slow bloodloss if she kept it stuck in there. Did hurt like hell though. Taking a deep breath, she was watching the young chimera before her very carefully, thinking over what she really wanted to say. "Nyx, you saved one of our men. For that I thank you." She paused, pursing her lips as she seemed almost ready to fall into a defensive stance. "Normally I would say life for a life, but this is war. If you leave now, we won't pursue you. But the next time we meet, I can't say the same thing." Her full lips almost made it seem like she was sort of pouting, even as they tightened, her brown eyes meeting Nyx's. "If you wish to continue, then I have no qualms about that either." Would Viktor agree with her? God this felt so wrong... But.. Her eyes darted to Darmon laying in the snow, knowing how he should be tended to immediately if his chances of survival were to remain probable at all. But it had been a quick glance, raising back up to the green haired chimera only ten feet from her.
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Remains of THE KREMLIN; Cora, Viktor; Further From The Kremlin; Watching Alex K., Alex D., and Inimeg
by Nyx Wed Oct 05, 2011 9:38 pm
Nyx had begun to walk away, when she heard a growl. She froze up, and turned, her eyes betraying the fear she hoped to hide, as she flipped out the butterfly knife Aurel had given her, what seemed forever ago, when she'd killed Kallie Stuka. She held it, panc-stricken, in her right hand, even though she knew she couldn't do anything until her hand recovered. Not to mention the bloodstained feathers surrounding a small hole in her left wing. That still hurt... By the time Cora spoke, Nyx had been prepared to try and injure them as much as she could, before they inevitably killed her. But then, she heard Cora's deal, and her eyes widened a bit more. She nodded. "Thank you... It's not common for a soldier to have mercy on the battlefield. You have my gratitude, ma'am. And should we ever meet again, outside of war, then we shall meet not as enemies. I pray we don't meet again under these current circumstances." And without really knowing why, she reached to her right wng and drew from it a long white feather, maybe six or seven inches, and gently blew it in Cora's direction, giving a small smile. A token of her gratitude...
With that, she turned tail, wings lowered, and took flight, running at the peak of human speed. With a few movements, she had moved back to the tree she had first emerged from, and in only a few minutes, she was traversing tree tops, one of the benefits of her size. Hmm... She had no idea what the pair's names were, but if she ever saw someone that looked like the lady she'd just fought, or the bear chimera, she would make sure to keep her word. She stopped on the top branch of a tall tree, and sat with her back to the trunk, as she examined her left hand. A good amount of ugly cuts. PEOPLE GET SHOT WHEN BULLETS HIT THEM. Nyx learned this, then. She then turned to glance across the smaller treeline, to see in the distance. She couldn't tell if Daemon had made it out. For a moment, her heart stopped, and caught in her throat. Then she shook her head, denying the possibility that he'd been killed in the falling rubble. Impossible, not even plausible! He was just out of view. She hoped he was safe... Then another thought wandered to mind: Where had Declan gone? She remembered he was by her side at the start of her attack, but now he was gone. She glanced around, until she spotted something.
There, in the distance, Declan was being chased by a Drachman, whom was killed by a random passerby... That was helpful! Then, some crazy psycho lady ran up and kicked the newcomer in the nuts? Eh... Nyx couldn't really judge how helpful that was. But it was funny, and she let out a little giggle, and carried on watching the scenes around her. An APC, Mr. Tori shooting it a bunch. Soldiers, soldiers, more soldiers. A Drachman fruitnut whacking people left and right. Girl with green legs and arm... And a minigun? Odd... Oh, and some drama going on with what looked like a bunch of people and some cats. Nyx, having thoroughly examined her surroundings, and having idly plucked the fragments of lead from her arm, decided she was ready to move closer to her adopted brother, Gaia. She took from her small archer's sash/belt a roll of bandages and her butterfly knife. Within moments, her injuries were tended to, and she stored the objects for later use. She tested her accuracy by shooting a few arrows at the tree in front of her. She missed 1 out of 3, and neither of the two were dead-center, but it was good enough, she figured. She then leapt from her perch to a lower branch, a few trees away from the Alexes and the blind Xingese girl...
With that, she turned tail, wings lowered, and took flight, running at the peak of human speed. With a few movements, she had moved back to the tree she had first emerged from, and in only a few minutes, she was traversing tree tops, one of the benefits of her size. Hmm... She had no idea what the pair's names were, but if she ever saw someone that looked like the lady she'd just fought, or the bear chimera, she would make sure to keep her word. She stopped on the top branch of a tall tree, and sat with her back to the trunk, as she examined her left hand. A good amount of ugly cuts. PEOPLE GET SHOT WHEN BULLETS HIT THEM. Nyx learned this, then. She then turned to glance across the smaller treeline, to see in the distance. She couldn't tell if Daemon had made it out. For a moment, her heart stopped, and caught in her throat. Then she shook her head, denying the possibility that he'd been killed in the falling rubble. Impossible, not even plausible! He was just out of view. She hoped he was safe... Then another thought wandered to mind: Where had Declan gone? She remembered he was by her side at the start of her attack, but now he was gone. She glanced around, until she spotted something.
There, in the distance, Declan was being chased by a Drachman, whom was killed by a random passerby... That was helpful! Then, some crazy psycho lady ran up and kicked the newcomer in the nuts? Eh... Nyx couldn't really judge how helpful that was. But it was funny, and she let out a little giggle, and carried on watching the scenes around her. An APC, Mr. Tori shooting it a bunch. Soldiers, soldiers, more soldiers. A Drachman fruitnut whacking people left and right. Girl with green legs and arm... And a minigun? Odd... Oh, and some drama going on with what looked like a bunch of people and some cats. Nyx, having thoroughly examined her surroundings, and having idly plucked the fragments of lead from her arm, decided she was ready to move closer to her adopted brother, Gaia. She took from her small archer's sash/belt a roll of bandages and her butterfly knife. Within moments, her injuries were tended to, and she stored the objects for later use. She tested her accuracy by shooting a few arrows at the tree in front of her. She missed 1 out of 3, and neither of the two were dead-center, but it was good enough, she figured. She then leapt from her perch to a lower branch, a few trees away from the Alexes and the blind Xingese girl...
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DRACHMA - Southern Moscow; Jet
by Guest Thu Oct 06, 2011 3:52 am
BOOM
Lily stood, arm extended and pistol in hand towards the now dead man. Her gun smoked from the bullet it had just fired, sticking out in the drastic cold. She watched as the man fell to ground, dead as a door nail. That had been the third time since she had met up with the men of scout squad Alpha that these white cloaked combatants had attacked them. Each time they failed, never taking a single one of the Black Templars lives. Yet each one increased in number and firepower. It was like they were testing them, or keeping them on their toes. "You sense it too don't you?" acting sergeant Boros said to her, shaking her from her thoughts. She was still standing with her gun pointed in the air. Quickly, she holstered the gun and fixed her coat, beginning to walk alongside the man as they kept moving South. "Yeah, they're constantly watching us," she replied, noticing the slight movement on a nearby rooftop. "They'll attack again soon, much stronger. This may be their big move." Boros nodded in agreement. "We're good on ammo for now, but we can't keep this up forever. If the damn comms weren't down I'd radio for an evac or at least some back up."
"We'll be okay, just have to pray that fortune is with us." The man slightly stiffened at that comment. It wasn't that he was angry or anything, just surprised. Only one man had ever said 'fortune is with us' to him before, and that was the General Jethro Black. Maybe they really were related. He still wasn't sure, and she could tell. "So you still don't believe I'm his little sister huh?" she commented, seeing the look on his face. "Ours is not to wonder why, ours is just to fight and die," he replied, looking back to the front. Lillian chuckled, knowing the poem. "I don't blame you, he's prolly never mentioned it to anyone. I doubt he'd want to talk about his dead sister to the men..." Boros was slightly taken aback by this comment. Dead? What did she mean? "Our house was attacked when we were very young. Our parents sacrificed themselves to save us. Sadly though, we got separated and he thought I was still inside when the men burned the house to the ground. He went off to get away from Creta and finish his training, while I found distant relatives and discovered what happened with my brother. They didn't know where he went though, so since then I've been searching for him on my own. I've gone through every country you can think of, even went to Esparia and Xing to look for him. Never thought he'd go to Creta's enemy, Amestris, let alone become a general of the army my homeland once despised the most." She chuckled at this, knowing it all to be true. "I'm sorry, I'm rambling aren't I?" The Marine smiled and replied "It's okay, I understand. Life can suck sometimes, but we all find our way eventually. Just takes some time and dedication." Lily nodded in agreement.
"So what about you sergeant? Have any life stories to share?" she asked, just trying not to focus on the war surrounding them. Before he could answer however, one of the men walked up to him and saluted. "Sir, hostiles have been seen en mass around the next corner. We can take them out, but not in direct combat. There has to be forty men at the least, perhaps more," he reported, obvious concern in his voice. Boros turned to Lillian. "Well it looks like you predicted correctly, their waiting for us around the corner. It's a trap, probably to corner us and take us out once and for all. Next move?" The Angel of Death smiled and said "Spring the trap." With that she grabbed a grenade from the man's belt. Before he could move to stop her, she pulled the pin and threw it around the corner, right into the middle of the enemy soldiers. One looked down to see it at his feet, completely clueless as to what was about to happen. By the time he realized however, it was too late. With a resounding boom, the grenade tore several men apart, leaving dozens wounded and reeling in pain on the ground. "Charge!" Boros yelled, the Black Templars following orders. They ran forward, bolter rounds tearing through the remaining soldiers. Within seconds, Lily and the Marines were in the thick of it, putting away ranged weapons to engage in melee combat. Chainswords, battle knives, and a war scythe began to slice and dice the enemies in great numbers, the resulting confusion causing many men to flee. The fight was over within a minute or two, everyone either dead, bleeding on the snow-covered street or running with their tails between their legs.
The Marines slapped each other on the backs, hand shakes and high fives were also exchanged. Their victory was well won, and they all cheered for Lily. If she hadn't acted to quickly, they may have been slaughtered. Their celebration was short lived however. Suddenly a missile screamed through the air slamming into the ground at the feet of one of the men. Even with the power armor, his legs were torn to shreds, the rest of the squad unaffected by the blast. "Take cover!" Boros yelled out while running towards a nearby building, his men not needing an order to know what to do. Two grabbed the fallen man and dragged him into the building as well, one trying to treat his wounds as soon as they did. "Get to the windows and give suppression fire, we hold here dammit!" he ordered, the men immediately going to windows, a few running upstairs to take higher vantage points. Lily found herself wanting to listen as well, pulling out her pistols and kneeling next to a nearby window. "Sir! Comms are up! We're connected with the primary strike force. GPS says they're already in the city and nearby," the man with the radio yelled over the fire fight now taking place between the Marines and the enemy reinforces.
Boros took the radio from his hand and put it to his face. "This is acting sergeant Boros of scout squad Alpha, can anyone hear me?" Almost instantly an unforgettable voice replied. "Boros! This is Major General Jethro Black, thank goodness you're alright. What is your location over?" It was the General! "We got ambushed by unknown combatants and are currently pinned down at a building at [random coordinates here]. We're taking heavy fire and need assistance."
"Don't worry brother, we'll come to you!" Jet replied, relief in his words. "That's my brother!" Lily yelled, running over the sergeant. "Let me talk to him, I need to talk to him!" Boros nodded, not even arguing the subject. There was something that just told him it was the right thing to do. He handed her the radio, curious to see the result. "Boros! I am en route to your location, and the scouts of squad Beta are as well. You will be okay!" he said, not knowing the radio had changed hands. "Jet!" she yelled, tears beginning to gather in her eyes. Boros knew those tears, those were of happiness. She had been telling the truth after all... "Brother! It's me, Lily! I'm with your scouts here in the building! You have no idea how long I've been looking for you, but there you are. Thank the gods!" she continued. Then it seemed he finally realized what was going on. "Lillian..." he repeated, unable to grasp the current situation. She couldn't even comprehend what his mind was going through right now. He had thought her to be dead for years, and now she shows up in the middle of a war with a foreign country? It had to be hard to believe, yet she could tell he knew it was her, that this was no dream or fantasy. This was real! "Angel..." he mumbled, almost too quiet for her to hear. But she did. "Yes brother, I'm right here," she replied. "Lily! Thank goodness you're okay! I'm on my way, don't worry!" he replied, happiness filling his voice. Tears now readily fell from her eyes, happy as could be. She'd finally found him, and now he was coming to rescue him like a valiant knight on a white horse. "That's my big brother," she whispered.
Lily stood, arm extended and pistol in hand towards the now dead man. Her gun smoked from the bullet it had just fired, sticking out in the drastic cold. She watched as the man fell to ground, dead as a door nail. That had been the third time since she had met up with the men of scout squad Alpha that these white cloaked combatants had attacked them. Each time they failed, never taking a single one of the Black Templars lives. Yet each one increased in number and firepower. It was like they were testing them, or keeping them on their toes. "You sense it too don't you?" acting sergeant Boros said to her, shaking her from her thoughts. She was still standing with her gun pointed in the air. Quickly, she holstered the gun and fixed her coat, beginning to walk alongside the man as they kept moving South. "Yeah, they're constantly watching us," she replied, noticing the slight movement on a nearby rooftop. "They'll attack again soon, much stronger. This may be their big move." Boros nodded in agreement. "We're good on ammo for now, but we can't keep this up forever. If the damn comms weren't down I'd radio for an evac or at least some back up."
"We'll be okay, just have to pray that fortune is with us." The man slightly stiffened at that comment. It wasn't that he was angry or anything, just surprised. Only one man had ever said 'fortune is with us' to him before, and that was the General Jethro Black. Maybe they really were related. He still wasn't sure, and she could tell. "So you still don't believe I'm his little sister huh?" she commented, seeing the look on his face. "Ours is not to wonder why, ours is just to fight and die," he replied, looking back to the front. Lillian chuckled, knowing the poem. "I don't blame you, he's prolly never mentioned it to anyone. I doubt he'd want to talk about his dead sister to the men..." Boros was slightly taken aback by this comment. Dead? What did she mean? "Our house was attacked when we were very young. Our parents sacrificed themselves to save us. Sadly though, we got separated and he thought I was still inside when the men burned the house to the ground. He went off to get away from Creta and finish his training, while I found distant relatives and discovered what happened with my brother. They didn't know where he went though, so since then I've been searching for him on my own. I've gone through every country you can think of, even went to Esparia and Xing to look for him. Never thought he'd go to Creta's enemy, Amestris, let alone become a general of the army my homeland once despised the most." She chuckled at this, knowing it all to be true. "I'm sorry, I'm rambling aren't I?" The Marine smiled and replied "It's okay, I understand. Life can suck sometimes, but we all find our way eventually. Just takes some time and dedication." Lily nodded in agreement.
"So what about you sergeant? Have any life stories to share?" she asked, just trying not to focus on the war surrounding them. Before he could answer however, one of the men walked up to him and saluted. "Sir, hostiles have been seen en mass around the next corner. We can take them out, but not in direct combat. There has to be forty men at the least, perhaps more," he reported, obvious concern in his voice. Boros turned to Lillian. "Well it looks like you predicted correctly, their waiting for us around the corner. It's a trap, probably to corner us and take us out once and for all. Next move?" The Angel of Death smiled and said "Spring the trap." With that she grabbed a grenade from the man's belt. Before he could move to stop her, she pulled the pin and threw it around the corner, right into the middle of the enemy soldiers. One looked down to see it at his feet, completely clueless as to what was about to happen. By the time he realized however, it was too late. With a resounding boom, the grenade tore several men apart, leaving dozens wounded and reeling in pain on the ground. "Charge!" Boros yelled, the Black Templars following orders. They ran forward, bolter rounds tearing through the remaining soldiers. Within seconds, Lily and the Marines were in the thick of it, putting away ranged weapons to engage in melee combat. Chainswords, battle knives, and a war scythe began to slice and dice the enemies in great numbers, the resulting confusion causing many men to flee. The fight was over within a minute or two, everyone either dead, bleeding on the snow-covered street or running with their tails between their legs.
The Marines slapped each other on the backs, hand shakes and high fives were also exchanged. Their victory was well won, and they all cheered for Lily. If she hadn't acted to quickly, they may have been slaughtered. Their celebration was short lived however. Suddenly a missile screamed through the air slamming into the ground at the feet of one of the men. Even with the power armor, his legs were torn to shreds, the rest of the squad unaffected by the blast. "Take cover!" Boros yelled out while running towards a nearby building, his men not needing an order to know what to do. Two grabbed the fallen man and dragged him into the building as well, one trying to treat his wounds as soon as they did. "Get to the windows and give suppression fire, we hold here dammit!" he ordered, the men immediately going to windows, a few running upstairs to take higher vantage points. Lily found herself wanting to listen as well, pulling out her pistols and kneeling next to a nearby window. "Sir! Comms are up! We're connected with the primary strike force. GPS says they're already in the city and nearby," the man with the radio yelled over the fire fight now taking place between the Marines and the enemy reinforces.
Boros took the radio from his hand and put it to his face. "This is acting sergeant Boros of scout squad Alpha, can anyone hear me?" Almost instantly an unforgettable voice replied. "Boros! This is Major General Jethro Black, thank goodness you're alright. What is your location over?" It was the General! "We got ambushed by unknown combatants and are currently pinned down at a building at [random coordinates here]. We're taking heavy fire and need assistance."
"Don't worry brother, we'll come to you!" Jet replied, relief in his words. "That's my brother!" Lily yelled, running over the sergeant. "Let me talk to him, I need to talk to him!" Boros nodded, not even arguing the subject. There was something that just told him it was the right thing to do. He handed her the radio, curious to see the result. "Boros! I am en route to your location, and the scouts of squad Beta are as well. You will be okay!" he said, not knowing the radio had changed hands. "Jet!" she yelled, tears beginning to gather in her eyes. Boros knew those tears, those were of happiness. She had been telling the truth after all... "Brother! It's me, Lily! I'm with your scouts here in the building! You have no idea how long I've been looking for you, but there you are. Thank the gods!" she continued. Then it seemed he finally realized what was going on. "Lillian..." he repeated, unable to grasp the current situation. She couldn't even comprehend what his mind was going through right now. He had thought her to be dead for years, and now she shows up in the middle of a war with a foreign country? It had to be hard to believe, yet she could tell he knew it was her, that this was no dream or fantasy. This was real! "Angel..." he mumbled, almost too quiet for her to hear. But she did. "Yes brother, I'm right here," she replied. "Lily! Thank goodness you're okay! I'm on my way, don't worry!" he replied, happiness filling his voice. Tears now readily fell from her eyes, happy as could be. She'd finally found him, and now he was coming to rescue him like a valiant knight on a white horse. "That's my big brother," she whispered.
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Guest- Guest
MOSCOW: TRAIN STATION; Fran, Cat, Miguel, Tristao, Amestrian NPCS (Deceased); Cretan NPCS (Now Deceased)
by Guest Thu Oct 06, 2011 7:03 am
"Th...ank..the-*ulp* G..goddess..."
"You know that feeling that you have... when everything just stops working in your body? When time simply freezes around you, and you feel like you could just stand there and watch the same scene repeat itself over and over again? I never saw that scene. All I could hear was the voice, and as I turned around, there was simply a look of absolute horror on my face." Vito felt himself recalling this, as if he was already in the future and looking back. And as he slowly turned around to the sound of a falling body, his heart stopped. His breathing stopped. Time literally stopped. He was used to the sounds of the bodies hitting the ground, but this one was different. Unlike the rest, this body sounded familiar. Unlike the rest, that voice was weak, only just able to be heard. He almost dreaded that feeling of looking at the woman that he just knew had hit the ground behind him with that large noise. Gritting his teeth, he finally laid eyes upon the body that was there, "Vi...to-hi...t--to," Fran's voice barely registered in his ears, and he couldn't move from his spot. He was rooted to that position, staring at the bronzed and bloody body on the ground... "Vito, here let me take her!" A voice. Something to drag him back to reality. Narrowing his eyes, he slowly handed Fran over to Tristao, who had come up to him and tried to take her. "You! Go get those bastards!" Go... get them? "I'll keep her safe, please, trust me Vito. It's an order!" Keep her safe...? A morbid smirk appeared on Vito's face, and he stared Tristao directly into the eye, "You had better. I take the life of that girl... very seriously..." He couldn't reveal more. Who could possibly reveal that, after 6 years of service, he had fallen for this strange and mysterious girl? Turning away from Tristao, he faced the Alchemists... and watched as one fell to the blade of Miguel Montañez.
"Tristao was beside himself. I could see it from the expression in his face. But I... I was calm. I was standing there without speaking, simply stepping towards Catalina's prone form. The sounds of bullets resounded through this place, and all I could do was walk. My hand had not even reached my weapon yet, all I was doing was walking..." Calm was the wrong word to describe Vito right now. He was utterly... beside himself with anguish, but his sadness had reached a point where it had simply become indifference; Vito was using all that he could do to keep himself from breaking down into a sobbing mess. "--sssCAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" His eyes widened, and he felt a sudden wind coming from behind him. The round had come close, whipping up his coat again and flying directly for the other Alchemist, disintegrating him as if he was never there. Well, there went his kill. Chuckling morbidly, Vito slowly stepped through the gun-smoke, approaching Catalina now. He hadn't drawn his weapons, he hadn't glanced up at the soldiers. He didn't care. Right now, his friend was dying before him. Right now, he was going to help her. Right now... he was going to see through that idea. He wanted a world where everyone could be happy. Why was it so, then, that Catalina was here, dying? Falling to his knees in the mush of water and snow that was being melted from Catalina's body heat, he slowly trailed a pair of fingers up the woman's arm, and caressed her face with a sadness in his eyes that was starting to show, "Cata...lina..." Closing his eyes, a few tears fell. He could tell from here. She was long gone from this world. The sounds of footsteps approached, and he slowly looked up and saw them. Men in Cretan uniforms, aiming their weapons as if they were looking to execute him. He slowly got to his feet, and closed his eyes, the men recoiling slightly as if there was something that was going to happen. "I don't normally waste them on small-fry such as yourselves, however I shall make an exception for this..."
"They had nothing to do with her death, but I felt a hatred for these men that I could not explain. Maybe it was that they were guilty by association. Maybe... I just wanted to kill something." Dropping a single arm to the side, Vito's hand went under his coat and drew a weapon with a swooping motion, the men preparing to fire on command. He smirked. They were already too late. Out of his other hand, four bullets came. One for each man. The first one was loaded into the chamber of the long-nosed pistol within seconds, and he brought his arm around, pulling the trigger within a millisecond of pointing at him, a loud crack resounding in the area and the man falling. Normally, one would notice and react, but the speed at which Vito was moving, the first soldier didn't notice until the second cracking noise, where his partner fell to the ground. The men then raised their rifles at him and pulled the triggers; but were met with a coat that was now being peppered with holes. To the side, a man had dived; loading the third bullet into the chamber and firing with split second timing. The noise sounded out, and the soldier fell. Vito's feet hit the ground and he suddenly changed direction, with a loud shout of "Cabrón!" The soldier rounded his weapon around, but was met with a fist. The knuckles plummeted into his face with a heavy force, knocking him back. Ducking down, Vito suddenly loaded the chamber of the Contender one last time, and shoulder-barged the man backwards with a rage-and-sorrow-filled cry, raising the weapon and firing one last time. He fell, and remained motionless...
"That was when I approached her once more, stepping through that battlefield like it was nothing. I could not look at her, I had to look away. It was painful to see her from behind, to see where those Alchemists had pierced her body. I could not stand it, and therefore I could not allow myself to see it. I realize now what a foolish mistake that was..." He stumbled back towards Catalina, the adrenaline rush gone but the murderous intent remaining. His footsteps were slow and disoriented, but as he finally reached the woman, he was back on his knees, over her form. He could tell... she didn't have long left in this world, and yet he could not look at her. He felt like this was his fault; if he hadn't walked in that fashion, he could have seen them. He could have saved both Fran and Catalina, but he didn't. It was his fault. His fault. He could've done more. More would've made life better, would it have not? Or... no, he could not feel this regret now. Not when Fran was right behind him, not when Tristao, or Miguel were there. It was not right. He would not allow himself to feel this. A slight chuckle left his lips, and he finally spoke, "Injuries are nothing, Catalina. You will stop feeling pain soon enough, my girl." A dry laugh, an attempt to calm himself, and it was failing. Tears were once again beginning to flow down his cheeks...
{If this is wrong... I shall rage. No, I won't. Just tell me if I have to change anything. -sigh-}
"You know that feeling that you have... when everything just stops working in your body? When time simply freezes around you, and you feel like you could just stand there and watch the same scene repeat itself over and over again? I never saw that scene. All I could hear was the voice, and as I turned around, there was simply a look of absolute horror on my face." Vito felt himself recalling this, as if he was already in the future and looking back. And as he slowly turned around to the sound of a falling body, his heart stopped. His breathing stopped. Time literally stopped. He was used to the sounds of the bodies hitting the ground, but this one was different. Unlike the rest, this body sounded familiar. Unlike the rest, that voice was weak, only just able to be heard. He almost dreaded that feeling of looking at the woman that he just knew had hit the ground behind him with that large noise. Gritting his teeth, he finally laid eyes upon the body that was there, "Vi...to-hi...t--to," Fran's voice barely registered in his ears, and he couldn't move from his spot. He was rooted to that position, staring at the bronzed and bloody body on the ground... "Vito, here let me take her!" A voice. Something to drag him back to reality. Narrowing his eyes, he slowly handed Fran over to Tristao, who had come up to him and tried to take her. "You! Go get those bastards!" Go... get them? "I'll keep her safe, please, trust me Vito. It's an order!" Keep her safe...? A morbid smirk appeared on Vito's face, and he stared Tristao directly into the eye, "You had better. I take the life of that girl... very seriously..." He couldn't reveal more. Who could possibly reveal that, after 6 years of service, he had fallen for this strange and mysterious girl? Turning away from Tristao, he faced the Alchemists... and watched as one fell to the blade of Miguel Montañez.
"Tristao was beside himself. I could see it from the expression in his face. But I... I was calm. I was standing there without speaking, simply stepping towards Catalina's prone form. The sounds of bullets resounded through this place, and all I could do was walk. My hand had not even reached my weapon yet, all I was doing was walking..." Calm was the wrong word to describe Vito right now. He was utterly... beside himself with anguish, but his sadness had reached a point where it had simply become indifference; Vito was using all that he could do to keep himself from breaking down into a sobbing mess. "--sssCAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" His eyes widened, and he felt a sudden wind coming from behind him. The round had come close, whipping up his coat again and flying directly for the other Alchemist, disintegrating him as if he was never there. Well, there went his kill. Chuckling morbidly, Vito slowly stepped through the gun-smoke, approaching Catalina now. He hadn't drawn his weapons, he hadn't glanced up at the soldiers. He didn't care. Right now, his friend was dying before him. Right now, he was going to help her. Right now... he was going to see through that idea. He wanted a world where everyone could be happy. Why was it so, then, that Catalina was here, dying? Falling to his knees in the mush of water and snow that was being melted from Catalina's body heat, he slowly trailed a pair of fingers up the woman's arm, and caressed her face with a sadness in his eyes that was starting to show, "Cata...lina..." Closing his eyes, a few tears fell. He could tell from here. She was long gone from this world. The sounds of footsteps approached, and he slowly looked up and saw them. Men in Cretan uniforms, aiming their weapons as if they were looking to execute him. He slowly got to his feet, and closed his eyes, the men recoiling slightly as if there was something that was going to happen. "I don't normally waste them on small-fry such as yourselves, however I shall make an exception for this..."
"They had nothing to do with her death, but I felt a hatred for these men that I could not explain. Maybe it was that they were guilty by association. Maybe... I just wanted to kill something." Dropping a single arm to the side, Vito's hand went under his coat and drew a weapon with a swooping motion, the men preparing to fire on command. He smirked. They were already too late. Out of his other hand, four bullets came. One for each man. The first one was loaded into the chamber of the long-nosed pistol within seconds, and he brought his arm around, pulling the trigger within a millisecond of pointing at him, a loud crack resounding in the area and the man falling. Normally, one would notice and react, but the speed at which Vito was moving, the first soldier didn't notice until the second cracking noise, where his partner fell to the ground. The men then raised their rifles at him and pulled the triggers; but were met with a coat that was now being peppered with holes. To the side, a man had dived; loading the third bullet into the chamber and firing with split second timing. The noise sounded out, and the soldier fell. Vito's feet hit the ground and he suddenly changed direction, with a loud shout of "Cabrón!" The soldier rounded his weapon around, but was met with a fist. The knuckles plummeted into his face with a heavy force, knocking him back. Ducking down, Vito suddenly loaded the chamber of the Contender one last time, and shoulder-barged the man backwards with a rage-and-sorrow-filled cry, raising the weapon and firing one last time. He fell, and remained motionless...
"That was when I approached her once more, stepping through that battlefield like it was nothing. I could not look at her, I had to look away. It was painful to see her from behind, to see where those Alchemists had pierced her body. I could not stand it, and therefore I could not allow myself to see it. I realize now what a foolish mistake that was..." He stumbled back towards Catalina, the adrenaline rush gone but the murderous intent remaining. His footsteps were slow and disoriented, but as he finally reached the woman, he was back on his knees, over her form. He could tell... she didn't have long left in this world, and yet he could not look at her. He felt like this was his fault; if he hadn't walked in that fashion, he could have seen them. He could have saved both Fran and Catalina, but he didn't. It was his fault. His fault. He could've done more. More would've made life better, would it have not? Or... no, he could not feel this regret now. Not when Fran was right behind him, not when Tristao, or Miguel were there. It was not right. He would not allow himself to feel this. A slight chuckle left his lips, and he finally spoke, "Injuries are nothing, Catalina. You will stop feeling pain soon enough, my girl." A dry laugh, an attempt to calm himself, and it was failing. Tears were once again beginning to flow down his cheeks...
{If this is wrong... I shall rage. No, I won't. Just tell me if I have to change anything. -sigh-}
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MOSCOW: TRAIN STATION; Vito, Fran, Tristao, Miguel
by Guest Thu Oct 06, 2011 1:52 pm
The earth was pounding beneath her, and all she could hear was the distorted voices around her. Roaring. A lion? No. Man-made. Something you ride on. Shouts... "LUCIAN!" Tristao. --sssCAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fran. A snarling. Shade. So many sounds and yet.. it was as if they were being filtered through.. white things... cotton. Yes. Muffled. Her eyes swam in and out of focus, staring distantly as her blood seeped into the snow beneath her. Focusing... Fran was lurching forward from Tristao, her bazooka on her shoulder. Tears... Crying. No... no tears... No tears should be shed. A loud boom reverberated and she shuddered, her breath coming raggedly. Pain. Coughing, it hurt to just... lay there, the cold of the ice protruding from her body numbing the areas through which they stabbed. An explosion. Bazooka. Fran. Friend...Blinking a few more times, the scene was swimming more into focus as a shadow loomed over her. A startlingly warm touch running up her arm to her cheeks.
"Cata...lina..." Vito.
Her eyes looked up to him, recognition falling into place as her dark eyes felt that fogginess lift. She wanted to roll off of her side, but she just... couldn't. move. The corners of her mouth twitched and she managed a smile, willing for her hands to move, but they wouldn't. They just wouldn't. The sadness... It was all in the air, choking off the bittersweet sensation of the moment. She wanted to speak. Was it always this cold? Shuddering again, it was getting so hard to breath, like sucking up that tasty drink. What was it... Oh, a milkshake. "V..." The word wouldn't finish. Goddess.... was it really her time? Was this how others had passed before her? Violent lives, ending violently?
Vito was moving, but she didn't want him to. How could she tell him? A distant roar, that was Shade. Cries and shouts followed after, but it was so far away. Turning her head slightly towards the sound of his voice, she could still sense the people around her. Soldiers. Not long. Pounding... the earth was pounding.... It was getting so cold... Gunfire. Bang. Bang. A cry, bang. Bang. Drums of war. Pulsing. Heart... heart was thumping. Tha-thump... Tha--thump... tha-thump... Was snow always so sticky? no.. blood. Her blood. She would die here amongst the fray. Yet she felt no fear. She was an Amazonian, a warrior, and this was a good death. But the weight in the air... it could crush you. They would wail, they would blame themselves for this, but she didn't want them to. No, she had done her duty. She had done everyone proud. Her mother, Vasco, Esparia, her friends... They would not understand. Only sadness. Only grief. They must move on. Words... words had to be said. Cold...Guilt, guilt was approaching.
Blinking with some difficulty, her teeth gritted together as she willed her body to listen, to think. Words had to be said. A thump, focus was lost, moment of darkness. Light, snow, red... Clothing. Her brows furrowed as she raised her gaze back up to Vito as he knelt over her once more. "Injuries are nothing, Catalina. You will stop feeling pain soon enough, my girl." It made her smile, especially that laugh. Hand. Move. Had to move. She succeeded in sliding her hand through the snow towards him, coming into contact with his knee. Searching. Hand.. where was his hand? There. She grasped it as tightly as she could which wasn't much at all, but he had to know. Had to sense. Her eyes focused entirely upon him, what warmth she could display there in her eyes.
A tiny nod. "D... don't b-blame..." So hard to think. "...G..Good death. Th-this is the way... it was m..meant to be...S-s..safe. Both... safe." Her smile grew as a shudder rolled up her spine, he was swimming out of focus again. Tears. No. No tears. "P..please Vito... D-don't.. blame yourself... None of you. W..watch Fran... S-swinging moods lead to g..g..great sadness." It felt as if something welled up in her throat, having to lower her eyes to their hands upon his lap. Dammit. Just a little longer.
"C..can I ask s-something... of you?" A tear rolled down her cheek as she tried to tighten her grip on his hand again. Was it irony that he was the one before her? This man... The first man she had seen naked, the man who always explained things so well no matter how strange the question. Tha-thump. Was it even fair of her to ask? Would she survive long enough to know? Her smile had grown so weak now, it wouldn't be long. With all of her might, she willed herself to be able to look up at him, her hand trembling as it reached towards his face. Warm... He was so warm... The corner of her mouth twitched in an attempt to expand that smile, another tear rolling down the side of her face. "L...Live. Live without regret. Y..you h-h-have so m..m.much to offer. L..love her... with..w-withou...without restraint.." Her thumb brushed against his face, trembling even as Shade came running up behind her. Blood dribbled over his maw, whining as he nuzzled her head carefully. She smiled. "V-vito... Th..thank you."
Her hand slid from his body, splashing into the red, mushy snow, that last breath exhaling as her lungs let all of its air escape. Her heart was still. The goddess had come down to claim her proud daughter who had loved them with all her heart. Shade whined softly as he nudged her shoulder with his nose again, licking her tan skin as he curled up next to her body, close as he dared. The large cat pawed carefully at her, those soulful golden eyes begging for her to move. But she wouldn't. The panther of Torla had died for her friends, for her love.
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"Cata...lina..." Vito.
Her eyes looked up to him, recognition falling into place as her dark eyes felt that fogginess lift. She wanted to roll off of her side, but she just... couldn't. move. The corners of her mouth twitched and she managed a smile, willing for her hands to move, but they wouldn't. They just wouldn't. The sadness... It was all in the air, choking off the bittersweet sensation of the moment. She wanted to speak. Was it always this cold? Shuddering again, it was getting so hard to breath, like sucking up that tasty drink. What was it... Oh, a milkshake. "V..." The word wouldn't finish. Goddess.... was it really her time? Was this how others had passed before her? Violent lives, ending violently?
Vito was moving, but she didn't want him to. How could she tell him? A distant roar, that was Shade. Cries and shouts followed after, but it was so far away. Turning her head slightly towards the sound of his voice, she could still sense the people around her. Soldiers. Not long. Pounding... the earth was pounding.... It was getting so cold... Gunfire. Bang. Bang. A cry, bang. Bang. Drums of war. Pulsing. Heart... heart was thumping. Tha-thump... Tha--thump... tha-thump... Was snow always so sticky? no.. blood. Her blood. She would die here amongst the fray. Yet she felt no fear. She was an Amazonian, a warrior, and this was a good death. But the weight in the air... it could crush you. They would wail, they would blame themselves for this, but she didn't want them to. No, she had done her duty. She had done everyone proud. Her mother, Vasco, Esparia, her friends... They would not understand. Only sadness. Only grief. They must move on. Words... words had to be said. Cold...Guilt, guilt was approaching.
Blinking with some difficulty, her teeth gritted together as she willed her body to listen, to think. Words had to be said. A thump, focus was lost, moment of darkness. Light, snow, red... Clothing. Her brows furrowed as she raised her gaze back up to Vito as he knelt over her once more. "Injuries are nothing, Catalina. You will stop feeling pain soon enough, my girl." It made her smile, especially that laugh. Hand. Move. Had to move. She succeeded in sliding her hand through the snow towards him, coming into contact with his knee. Searching. Hand.. where was his hand? There. She grasped it as tightly as she could which wasn't much at all, but he had to know. Had to sense. Her eyes focused entirely upon him, what warmth she could display there in her eyes.
A tiny nod. "D... don't b-blame..." So hard to think. "...G..Good death. Th-this is the way... it was m..meant to be...S-s..safe. Both... safe." Her smile grew as a shudder rolled up her spine, he was swimming out of focus again. Tears. No. No tears. "P..please Vito... D-don't.. blame yourself... None of you. W..watch Fran... S-swinging moods lead to g..g..great sadness." It felt as if something welled up in her throat, having to lower her eyes to their hands upon his lap. Dammit. Just a little longer.
"C..can I ask s-something... of you?" A tear rolled down her cheek as she tried to tighten her grip on his hand again. Was it irony that he was the one before her? This man... The first man she had seen naked, the man who always explained things so well no matter how strange the question. Tha-thump. Was it even fair of her to ask? Would she survive long enough to know? Her smile had grown so weak now, it wouldn't be long. With all of her might, she willed herself to be able to look up at him, her hand trembling as it reached towards his face. Warm... He was so warm... The corner of her mouth twitched in an attempt to expand that smile, another tear rolling down the side of her face. "L...Live. Live without regret. Y..you h-h-have so m..m.much to offer. L..love her... with..w-withou...without restraint.." Her thumb brushed against his face, trembling even as Shade came running up behind her. Blood dribbled over his maw, whining as he nuzzled her head carefully. She smiled. "V-vito... Th..thank you."
Her hand slid from his body, splashing into the red, mushy snow, that last breath exhaling as her lungs let all of its air escape. Her heart was still. The goddess had come down to claim her proud daughter who had loved them with all her heart. Shade whined softly as he nudged her shoulder with his nose again, licking her tan skin as he curled up next to her body, close as he dared. The large cat pawed carefully at her, those soulful golden eyes begging for her to move. But she wouldn't. The panther of Torla had died for her friends, for her love.
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STREETS NEAR TRAIN STATION, MOSCOW. CONTINUING TOWARDS RUINS OF KREMLIN (13 BLOCKS AWAY NOW): Vito, Fran, Tristao, Miguel, Isabella, Dietrich, NPC (Now Deceased)
by Guest Thu Oct 06, 2011 2:23 pm
Screams echoed amongst the buildings, the small squad of the RTF continuing to move forward, Vivian narrowing her eyes as she could hear the commotion coming from the train station. That was an awful lot of bullets. Had something happened there? "Captain, the team at the station is dead! Shot one target, another took the rest out." She stood to attention as they proceeded up the street. Bloody hell, all that had been one man?! There was movement ahead of them, Amestrian uniforms coming into view being led by a rather distinct woman. She was either Ishvallan, or Esparian, she couldn't tell which. In the end it didn't matter, her uniform spoke of which side she was on. An ally. They were moving. Excellent.
The young Captain gestured for her squad to continue forward, knowing they would be able to see the train station a few blocks down to their right. She took a deep breath, ears perking up as a motorcycle suddenly blared in their ears. Ducking off to the side, it zoomed right past and curled down a street up ahead. To the train station. Another Esparian. "Lets move." With that they picked up the pace, vengeance still burning in her chest for her man that lay dead in that alley. Had they killed anymore of their men? Those goddamn bastards!
Shouts that belonged to others pierced the sky, sending a chill through the air. Something had happened. There were shouts, an explosion, smoke billowing up from that street up ahead. One block now. Holding up a fist, she slowed down their pace, gesturing for four of her men to curl around to check the situation and deal with it if necessary. Only one person remained with her. Where were the other two? No... No she couldn't go look. They had to keep moving. Still, apprehension pulsed in her chest, catching at her breath like claws. Gunfire. Amidst that was one scream of anger and... pain. Oh hell... she knew that cry.... It chilled her to the bone as they hid around the corner, peering to see that her men now lay dead. It was just the two of them left now.
Her brows furrowed at the scene before her, watching as the man knelt down to a figure bleeding in the snow. A state alchemist lay dead, and she could only guess at what had happened. War had happened. That vengence in her chest? It suddenly didn't really want to be there anymore, dissipating into nothing as a weight replaced it. This was war. Despite her efforts, her men were gone, and she was still alive. Why? No, no thoughts like that! She had sworn! A snarl bore down on her and she spun about to see a giant black panther bearing down on her. Firing two shots towards it, they missed. Damn thing was faster than she expected. Her remaining squad member dove to the side, firing off a few rounds with her rifle before it jammed. Shit! The panther wasted no time, turning to pounce with its great body, chomping down on her arm as she tried to dodge to the side. A fiery pain rolled up her arm as those powerful teeth dug in, casting her to the side, slamming into a building as it turned its attention on Maria, the only member left. She didn't stand a chance.
Maybe it was best she had been dazed and missed the rendering of skin from bone, listening as the panther ran off back down that alley, a whine reaching her ears. Get up Vivian. Get. UP. With that she pushed herself up with her good hand, hissing in pain at the bite marks that had stabbed through her flesh. Shit. Off came her scarf as she tied it around the wound as best as she could, knowing that wouldn't really hold for long. Her arm might have been broken, she had no idea. There was too much adrenaline in her system. Peeking down that alley, the panther was now curled about that form, a frown creasing her face as she looked at the bodies littering the area. They say that you got used to seeing so much death, and in a sense you did. But never when it was your own men. War was ugly, that was the simple truth.
Forcing herself to her feet, she pulled out her last pistol, counting the rounds it held in her head. Not nearly enough. Taking a deep breath, she prepared for whatever was to come, her blue eyes merely sad as she stood there on that corner and waited, knowing there was no way that she could outrun and get away from the pain that filled up that street. Let death come if it wanted to bear its fangs so. A bullet hit the brick by her head. Shit.
Darting into a roll, she wanted to scream in pain as she inevitably went right onto her injured arm. Stumbling up, she ran into the store front nearest to her, the doorway her only offering of cover. Shit shit shitshitshit this wasn't looking good. Drachmans were barking out orders from up the street to her left, and grieving Esparians were down the street just off center from her. She refused to retreat, not after all the ground they had covered. "Motherbird, come in. Motherbird, come in, this is Blue Valkyrie. Squad is gone, objective compromised. Reinforcements required." Gunfire was her response. Shit, were the radios down?! "Dietrich do you copy?" As if a change in title made a difference. She was in deep shit, and she knew it, poking out from cover to fire a few shots. Shit!
The young Captain gestured for her squad to continue forward, knowing they would be able to see the train station a few blocks down to their right. She took a deep breath, ears perking up as a motorcycle suddenly blared in their ears. Ducking off to the side, it zoomed right past and curled down a street up ahead. To the train station. Another Esparian. "Lets move." With that they picked up the pace, vengeance still burning in her chest for her man that lay dead in that alley. Had they killed anymore of their men? Those goddamn bastards!
Shouts that belonged to others pierced the sky, sending a chill through the air. Something had happened. There were shouts, an explosion, smoke billowing up from that street up ahead. One block now. Holding up a fist, she slowed down their pace, gesturing for four of her men to curl around to check the situation and deal with it if necessary. Only one person remained with her. Where were the other two? No... No she couldn't go look. They had to keep moving. Still, apprehension pulsed in her chest, catching at her breath like claws. Gunfire. Amidst that was one scream of anger and... pain. Oh hell... she knew that cry.... It chilled her to the bone as they hid around the corner, peering to see that her men now lay dead. It was just the two of them left now.
Her brows furrowed at the scene before her, watching as the man knelt down to a figure bleeding in the snow. A state alchemist lay dead, and she could only guess at what had happened. War had happened. That vengence in her chest? It suddenly didn't really want to be there anymore, dissipating into nothing as a weight replaced it. This was war. Despite her efforts, her men were gone, and she was still alive. Why? No, no thoughts like that! She had sworn! A snarl bore down on her and she spun about to see a giant black panther bearing down on her. Firing two shots towards it, they missed. Damn thing was faster than she expected. Her remaining squad member dove to the side, firing off a few rounds with her rifle before it jammed. Shit! The panther wasted no time, turning to pounce with its great body, chomping down on her arm as she tried to dodge to the side. A fiery pain rolled up her arm as those powerful teeth dug in, casting her to the side, slamming into a building as it turned its attention on Maria, the only member left. She didn't stand a chance.
Maybe it was best she had been dazed and missed the rendering of skin from bone, listening as the panther ran off back down that alley, a whine reaching her ears. Get up Vivian. Get. UP. With that she pushed herself up with her good hand, hissing in pain at the bite marks that had stabbed through her flesh. Shit. Off came her scarf as she tied it around the wound as best as she could, knowing that wouldn't really hold for long. Her arm might have been broken, she had no idea. There was too much adrenaline in her system. Peeking down that alley, the panther was now curled about that form, a frown creasing her face as she looked at the bodies littering the area. They say that you got used to seeing so much death, and in a sense you did. But never when it was your own men. War was ugly, that was the simple truth.
Forcing herself to her feet, she pulled out her last pistol, counting the rounds it held in her head. Not nearly enough. Taking a deep breath, she prepared for whatever was to come, her blue eyes merely sad as she stood there on that corner and waited, knowing there was no way that she could outrun and get away from the pain that filled up that street. Let death come if it wanted to bear its fangs so. A bullet hit the brick by her head. Shit.
Darting into a roll, she wanted to scream in pain as she inevitably went right onto her injured arm. Stumbling up, she ran into the store front nearest to her, the doorway her only offering of cover. Shit shit shitshitshit this wasn't looking good. Drachmans were barking out orders from up the street to her left, and grieving Esparians were down the street just off center from her. She refused to retreat, not after all the ground they had covered. "Motherbird, come in. Motherbird, come in, this is Blue Valkyrie. Squad is gone, objective compromised. Reinforcements required." Gunfire was her response. Shit, were the radios down?! "Dietrich do you copy?" As if a change in title made a difference. She was in deep shit, and she knew it, poking out from cover to fire a few shots. Shit!
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Train Station, Fran, Vito, Cat, Miguel, and Men in White
by Guest Thu Oct 06, 2011 4:28 pm
Here Fran was, lying still in his arms. He was pleading so desperately for her to laugh, to crack a smile, something that would show she had the strength to continue within her. The young boy was busy holding his coat sleeve against her side behind the wall, waiting of his golden partner to appear. Cat was lying motionless to his left, Vito was standing between them and anything could happen at this moment. Thoughts were racing around inside his mind, and he couldn't help but feel useless. The apparent 'leader' of this guild was a bum, nothing to contribute except foolish, boyish dreams. Proof... Catalina. He just let her march into battle, and end up taking ice shards to the back.
As he was lost in his own sorrow for that brief moment, Fran immediately got up and pull out her enormous fire weapon.
"--sssCAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Her fragile voice screamed at the top of her lungs, and Tristao knew it was useless to hold her back. A large boom shot off, racing towards the one enemy standing near Cat's body. The blaze of the missile skims past Vito, and nailed the man straight on.
Nothing. Nothing was left of that man.
Fran's body recoiled and hit Tristao straight in the chest. He was standing behind her, just incase of that shock back. She was weak, so it was almost likely too happen. With a large THUD, the boy hit the train station wall, keeping the impact on his body instead of the girl.
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The two were stuck in that well for some time. The ladder they had used broke, and was now it array of pieces on the bottom of the moist hole. They spent a few minutes in shock laughing hysterically before yelling for help. He felt so stupid for following Fran down that bloody well, but knew it was for a purpose. He loved helping his friend, because it was another thing to add to their list of trouble they got in. They had been stuck down in that well for three hours before anyone had come to find them. Somehow, out of sheer luck, a guard of Frans dad heard them screaming and found them.
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He had been knocked out for a brief moment, but it was long enough to miss Vito's rage. By the time Tristao awoken, he saw Vito bent down next to Cat. Tear swelled up inside his eyes, and he knew he had to stay his last goodbye. He took a deep breath and bent down to swoop Fran up into his arms. Slowly, he began to march across the snow. Everything else around him was blur. There could of been fifty or so military opponents surrounding him, but it didn't matter. Step by step he took, carrying his friend across to Vito and Cat.
"C-Cat, please ho-hold on for a, a mom-moment longer!" His weaken voice pleads in agony.
However, the moment he reached Cat it was useless. Vito was standing over her dead body that the goddess had taken back into her kingdom. Tristao sunk to his knees, still holding Fran close to his chest, and began to weep. His tears fell down his cheeks and off the bridge of his nose onto Frans face. He couldn't stop, nothing could stop these tears. Someone he loved so dearly had passed away, and there was nothing that he could do at this point. The tears fell harder and harder down his cheeks and onto Frans fragile features.
"P-Please d-don't be gone Cat. I, I love yo-you." He mumbles and shakes his head out of disbelief, this was all happening too soon.
As he was lost in his own sorrow for that brief moment, Fran immediately got up and pull out her enormous fire weapon.
"--sssCAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Her fragile voice screamed at the top of her lungs, and Tristao knew it was useless to hold her back. A large boom shot off, racing towards the one enemy standing near Cat's body. The blaze of the missile skims past Vito, and nailed the man straight on.
Nothing. Nothing was left of that man.
Fran's body recoiled and hit Tristao straight in the chest. He was standing behind her, just incase of that shock back. She was weak, so it was almost likely too happen. With a large THUD, the boy hit the train station wall, keeping the impact on his body instead of the girl.
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The two were stuck in that well for some time. The ladder they had used broke, and was now it array of pieces on the bottom of the moist hole. They spent a few minutes in shock laughing hysterically before yelling for help. He felt so stupid for following Fran down that bloody well, but knew it was for a purpose. He loved helping his friend, because it was another thing to add to their list of trouble they got in. They had been stuck down in that well for three hours before anyone had come to find them. Somehow, out of sheer luck, a guard of Frans dad heard them screaming and found them.
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He had been knocked out for a brief moment, but it was long enough to miss Vito's rage. By the time Tristao awoken, he saw Vito bent down next to Cat. Tear swelled up inside his eyes, and he knew he had to stay his last goodbye. He took a deep breath and bent down to swoop Fran up into his arms. Slowly, he began to march across the snow. Everything else around him was blur. There could of been fifty or so military opponents surrounding him, but it didn't matter. Step by step he took, carrying his friend across to Vito and Cat.
"C-Cat, please ho-hold on for a, a mom-moment longer!" His weaken voice pleads in agony.
However, the moment he reached Cat it was useless. Vito was standing over her dead body that the goddess had taken back into her kingdom. Tristao sunk to his knees, still holding Fran close to his chest, and began to weep. His tears fell down his cheeks and off the bridge of his nose onto Frans face. He couldn't stop, nothing could stop these tears. Someone he loved so dearly had passed away, and there was nothing that he could do at this point. The tears fell harder and harder down his cheeks and onto Frans fragile features.
"P-Please d-don't be gone Cat. I, I love yo-you." He mumbles and shakes his head out of disbelief, this was all happening too soon.
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XING; HIGHWAY OUTSIDE OF MOSCOW, DRACHMA - Reila, Dietrich, Reaver, Acra, Shula, Elastor, Csilla, Ace, Peizhi, Jeu-Hee (and anyone else...)
by Xiao Yu Thu Oct 06, 2011 6:49 pm
Xiao watched as the Emperor walked up, Peizhi following. Well, it was time to go to war. But for the time being, Xiao had something to do. He followed Jeu-Hee onto the plane and after a few moments, went off to the little niche he had dumped with supplies in. He hunkered down on a tiny stool and taking out a bolt from his bag, began to examine it. “Now then, how do we fix you up?”
Xiao was pleased. Very pleased. He had a bit of success in fixing up some of the Chu No Ku and between himself and other solider, had created some exploding bolts. While there hadn't been enough time to supply everyone completely, everyone had at least a few to create a good bang should they have a need. The sounds of war sounded dully in his airs as he felt the Xingese airship touch down outside Moscow. He slipped into his trench coat, pulling his skull cap and black gloves on. He made sure all of his weapons were in their proper places. Grabbing his hookpak he walked off the plane behind Jeu-Hee. Ace was all cool confidence, while Jeu-Hee appeared to stumble a little. Yes, it was definitely difficult, being forced to switch roles in the matter of a few hours. And it was slightly more intimidating with the strong leaders of Amestris' forces and the King of Creta right there. The snow whipping across his face caused his nose to twitch as he executed a slight bow. “Imperial Guard Yu. I will be backing up Commander Han.” Lieutenant General Tsukino acknowledged their presence before launching into orders for all standing around. Off to Moscow, hm? Xiao glanced over at Ace, waiting for affirmation of Reila's instructions, as well as more specific orders.
-THREE HOURS LATER-
Xiao was pleased. Very pleased. He had a bit of success in fixing up some of the Chu No Ku and between himself and other solider, had created some exploding bolts. While there hadn't been enough time to supply everyone completely, everyone had at least a few to create a good bang should they have a need. The sounds of war sounded dully in his airs as he felt the Xingese airship touch down outside Moscow. He slipped into his trench coat, pulling his skull cap and black gloves on. He made sure all of his weapons were in their proper places. Grabbing his hookpak he walked off the plane behind Jeu-Hee. Ace was all cool confidence, while Jeu-Hee appeared to stumble a little. Yes, it was definitely difficult, being forced to switch roles in the matter of a few hours. And it was slightly more intimidating with the strong leaders of Amestris' forces and the King of Creta right there. The snow whipping across his face caused his nose to twitch as he executed a slight bow. “Imperial Guard Yu. I will be backing up Commander Han.” Lieutenant General Tsukino acknowledged their presence before launching into orders for all standing around. Off to Moscow, hm? Xiao glanced over at Ace, waiting for affirmation of Reila's instructions, as well as more specific orders.
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Outisde Moscow, then in Moscow proper; Ten, Reila, Ace, Acra, Csilla, Ela, Spade, Hei
by Shula Brighton Thu Oct 06, 2011 6:53 pm
As much as Shula wanted to pretend that none of this was happening or was about to happen, she knew that lying to herself wouldn't change things in the slightest. They were heading out any minute now and they were needed desperately, by their own men, by their country, possibly even the world as they knew it. But right now, out under the sky, things were slowing down and seconds were small eternities, and quiet whispers became ballads. A rather creepy gent was getting put in his place by Reila, but for the moment Shula was disregarding that entirely. She'd managed to completely swallow her pride for once and directly asked for help, and even why she would need it. Not because she was sick or pathetic or weak, but because she knew that even though her health was at its peak the elements were against her. But in that brief second where Acra held her hands in his, the world seemed to drift off. "Don't worry." Two of the best words she'd heard in ages, and the way Acra was looking at her and rubbing his thumbs over her hands made her forget everything and believe him.
Her silly, derpy puppy... Acra really did have a knack for making her brain go gooey when he focused all his attention on her like this, making her stomach go heavy and weightless at once the same way he did the first time he kissed her hand after saving her in the alley. She looked up at Acra, for a moment not trying to hide how frightened she honestly was and held his gaze, the back of her mind taking in and holding what she was really seeing. The deep black of the sky and the infinitely bright northern stars and Acra standing before her, holding her hands and reassurring her, tiny snowflakes caught in his hair. Their breath drifted upwards and mingled together in their closeness. and as his lips moved forward and down, gracing her cheek so near to her mouth that she silently begged fr him to miss and speaking strictly for herself, if Acra had missed her cheek in that moment, she could have died then and there. Not now. This isn't the time or place for it, no matter how badly I want it. " My orders are to stick with you…and keep you safe."[/i] Brown cheeks flushed in the dark of the night, kinda wanting to swat Spade later for assigning her a bodyguard, and kinda wanting to thank him for it, too.
"Thank you, Acra... I should be okay for a little bit, but I'll need to find a lighter or something later once I can't get a spark anymore." It wasn't romantic or befitting of the things she wanted to say, even as she struggled to push it all to the back burner for now, but it was a fact. They needed to stay focused on flushing RIOTE out of Drachma and everywhere for good. Shula began to move to turn her attention fully back to Reila, and then paused, raising her gloved fingertips to her lips and pressing a gentle, deeply meant kiss to them and then lifted her hand higher for a moment as she transferred the kiss to his lips. Black leather lingered there for a moment, trembling a little, and then pulled away, stepping closer to her supriors as a large, crusty old ship began to land. Shula was about to ask something when her radio buzzed to life, breaking the quiet that surrounded her and interrupted Reila talking to the King for a moment.
"S-Shu...ssend reinforcements. Moscow is... bullets are flying everywhere--it's like fucking dodge ball. I got grazed..." Shula's eyes widened as she listened. She could hear the guns going off, people shouting all around. And he got hurt. Even with vests under their uniforms, he got hurt again. Her eye twitched slightly. "Tell Reila to send the other half of her Briggs brigade she has with her there. Now. And give her our radio ch--shit..." She growled lightly, swallowing her fear and letting her brain's automatic defenses kick in to keep her level; irritation would do where sarcasm wouldn't. "DAMMIT, Boss! I can't leave you alone for ten minutes! I'm right on top of that, and we'll be there in about fifteen minutes!"
Shula was fairly certain that Reila had overheard Spade's request for immediate assistance and was about to relay that message when a young man walked out of the ship. The Xingese were coming to their aid apparently... That was an immense relief to see them there. And as Saeji gave a polite nod to Reila and herself, Shula realized a few tiny details that hadn't been mentioned to her. She'd met this boy before. Reila said it was an honour to meet him and called him... Ace Aeries?! For a moment Shula looked like she just realized she left her oven on. This boy was the one from the strip club in East City! He sat with she and Spade and tried to hit on her in Amestrian and groaned at how boad it sounded even to him... He was adorable! Had the bar not caught fire, Shula was going to offer to help him with his Amestrian. "...Spade's... brother?" She hadn't realized she'd even mused the thought out loud, and made a note to poke her boss later about why he'd never mentioned that the Xingese boy who was trying to imitate Spade was actually his little brother. Shula smiled a little at Ace. "It's nice to see you again," she said, once again pressing her palms together and nodding at Ace in greeting.
Reila's demeanor shifted, clearly changing gears now that formalities were out of the way. "Now that so many people are gathered, listen up! The channel for our comm is 4z81 and that is all of Fort Briggs currently in Moscow, Dai, and myself. Dietrich will be locating the area in which Aurel, Hild, and Vanity are hiding. I will be going to settle agreements with the rebel Drachman forces. I ask that Ace and Shula go to Moscow to assist Central troops. Anymore time wasted and we could completely lose our chance of victory; this is a country that we are fighting...with out small numbers; only more and more will trickle out from the mountains. I suggest setting out." Shula nodded, completely understanding her orders. "Got it! Acra, let's head out!"
Moving away slightly, Shula started to turn to head back to their ship to take South's reinforcements to Moscow and paused, turning and grabbing Csilla in a tight hug. She leaned up and kissed her friend's cheek as she gave another squeeze. "Stay safe, Csilla." Her gaze moved to the scary, grumpy soldier that would also be guarding the king with her. "Please... Do your best to keep her safe." Shula turned away from Elastor and Csilla, and left to board their ship with Acra in tow as she pressed the button for the radio. "Spade, just hang tight! I'm bringing the rest of us, and the rest of Briggs just left with General Tsukino's second in command. A ship from Xing will be following us into Moscow, and we'll be there in just a few minutes, Boss!" She wasted no time in relaying the orders and getting the ship up and heading toward Moscow, completely unaware of what was waiting for her as she steeled her resolve to do whatever whas needed to keep her country and her friends safe, even if that meant compromising some of her vows.
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What she was seeing wasn't real. It couldn't have been. Shula had seen photos of Moscow before and this was nothing like it at all. The ship had dropped them all in near the thick of it, and she stood aside to usher everyone out of the ship. Their primary objectives were to stop the Drachmans and to block them from leaving or enterting the city. Even in the dark the snow was so dark where it should have been pristine and white, stained and scarred too deeply with too much life that would never wash away. she could smell things burning in the distance, smoke still evacuating from the Kremlin and riding out on the night wind and mingling with the smell of blood. Even the cold had a smell, and it was tainted by this merciless carnage... "Let's move it!! Flank the city and close in, don't let anything else in or out! Takumi, see if you can help disable Drachma's coomunications, navigations and defense systems on the ground and for their aerial assault forces. We're on their turf, but making them fight us blind will slow them down!"
A small squad waited with Shula and Acra, their orders to find the other Brigadier General and assist him. She only waited long enough for the air lift to rise back up and take off again before springing forward, rushing up the hill toward where spade's last coordinates were. She moved quickly, trying to keep herself low and curled into herself as they made their way up the steep street, the small squad running with them working quickly to dispatch nearby soldiers. "Spade's on the next block at the bottom of this hill!" Shula let out a small yelp, ducking more as she ran, the soldier directly behind hertaking out the Drachman who thought it was open season. She looked at the hill's slope and saw the battle going on, immdiately feeling sick and more than a little upset, doing her best to swallow it down. Stay focused, Bright Eyes... You need to stay on top of things for everyone else around you, not just yourself!
The top of the hill flattened and was theirs, for just this moment. Shula turned to look at her small squad, bright eyes burning in the night. "We ALL get to the bottom of the hill and help Spade no matter what! Acra, run alongside me and help clear the path from the Drachman soldiers - Set your arm phasers from stun to roast!" She knew she'd just told her friend to kill, and she hated it, but... they needed to do this to save what was left of their home. She looked down at the ice that crusted the street and the steepness of it; there was no way she'd be able to run down there safely, and riding on Acra piggy-back was just ASKING for trouble. A soldier running out from behind a building fell quickly as Shula ran to its curb and grabbed the metal lid of the overturned trashcan and began to run to get a fast start. "KYAAAAAA!!!!"
Shula's body crouched and clung to the lid as it kareened down the icy hill of the street, counting on Acra's Johnny Flame-thrower act to clear a good chunk of their opposition and her squad to fire as they ran. She leaned forward and down, increasing her momentum as she tried to maneuver her gun and fire at a few of the soldiers not expecing something the size of a child to come sliding down a large slope of ice. Up ahead... She could see someone standing... and surrounded by a lot of someones NOT standing, but it was still too dark to make much out. SHIT! Shula gripped the lid tightly, nearly losing her gun as she swerved hard, yelping as she just narrowly missed a military jeep full of Amestrian soldiers screeched to a halt, spinning out on the ice as it tried not to hit her and turn her into a tiny General pancake. The saucer and General veered hard, spinning violently as Shula tried desperately to regain control of her steel battle horse, clearing the hill and crossing the block where Spade was quickly.
Her skidding came to a violent stop as the lid caught on something and flipped, hurling Shula over it, her body hitting the ground with a hard THWACK! She was still for a moment, waiting for the dizziness to subside as her hand moved to the back of her head. Oh. Oh that didn't feel good. Ground hurt. Damn gravity! Shula shook it off, quickly pulling herself to her knees and grabbing that lid like a shield and then froze in horror as she saw what she'd caught on. Another Amestrian. She scrambled up and away, stepping back a few steps before nearly tripping on another Amestrian body and cried out faintly in shock. Turning around to face where Spade was standing, her blood froze within hear heart, her body's temperature dropping lower than the Drachman icy winds. There were bodies everywhere. Yes, this was a crucial battle. Yes, a good number of them were Drachman. But so many of them were Amestrian and almost made a trail leading to Spade as he stood staring at another man. Could one man... really have done all of this? All this carnage? Tears welled in her eyes as she ran forward, not presently thinking on whether or not she was covered or not. These were her FRIENDS!
The newly-appointed General skidded to a stop and clutched the metal lid, her arm curling back and then releasing, letting the lid sail forward like a large frisbee at the Drachman soldier. No, it wouldn't hurt him in the slightest, but it might distract him. The squad right behind her formed behind Spade and around the area, closing in carefully. If one mad did all this, they had to be on their guard and at their best, even with the Xingese behind them. "SPADE! We've got your back!"
{Note: Shu only brought a small squad with her, plus however many will be accompanying Ace and Hua. The rest left to go fight everywhere else. She brought maybe 15 of her own soldiers plus Acra. Please don't kill them all in under five minutes, Hei? Pretty pleeeease? <3}
Her silly, derpy puppy... Acra really did have a knack for making her brain go gooey when he focused all his attention on her like this, making her stomach go heavy and weightless at once the same way he did the first time he kissed her hand after saving her in the alley. She looked up at Acra, for a moment not trying to hide how frightened she honestly was and held his gaze, the back of her mind taking in and holding what she was really seeing. The deep black of the sky and the infinitely bright northern stars and Acra standing before her, holding her hands and reassurring her, tiny snowflakes caught in his hair. Their breath drifted upwards and mingled together in their closeness. and as his lips moved forward and down, gracing her cheek so near to her mouth that she silently begged fr him to miss and speaking strictly for herself, if Acra had missed her cheek in that moment, she could have died then and there. Not now. This isn't the time or place for it, no matter how badly I want it. " My orders are to stick with you…and keep you safe."[/i] Brown cheeks flushed in the dark of the night, kinda wanting to swat Spade later for assigning her a bodyguard, and kinda wanting to thank him for it, too.
"Thank you, Acra... I should be okay for a little bit, but I'll need to find a lighter or something later once I can't get a spark anymore." It wasn't romantic or befitting of the things she wanted to say, even as she struggled to push it all to the back burner for now, but it was a fact. They needed to stay focused on flushing RIOTE out of Drachma and everywhere for good. Shula began to move to turn her attention fully back to Reila, and then paused, raising her gloved fingertips to her lips and pressing a gentle, deeply meant kiss to them and then lifted her hand higher for a moment as she transferred the kiss to his lips. Black leather lingered there for a moment, trembling a little, and then pulled away, stepping closer to her supriors as a large, crusty old ship began to land. Shula was about to ask something when her radio buzzed to life, breaking the quiet that surrounded her and interrupted Reila talking to the King for a moment.
"S-Shu...ssend reinforcements. Moscow is... bullets are flying everywhere--it's like fucking dodge ball. I got grazed..." Shula's eyes widened as she listened. She could hear the guns going off, people shouting all around. And he got hurt. Even with vests under their uniforms, he got hurt again. Her eye twitched slightly. "Tell Reila to send the other half of her Briggs brigade she has with her there. Now. And give her our radio ch--shit..." She growled lightly, swallowing her fear and letting her brain's automatic defenses kick in to keep her level; irritation would do where sarcasm wouldn't. "DAMMIT, Boss! I can't leave you alone for ten minutes! I'm right on top of that, and we'll be there in about fifteen minutes!"
Shula was fairly certain that Reila had overheard Spade's request for immediate assistance and was about to relay that message when a young man walked out of the ship. The Xingese were coming to their aid apparently... That was an immense relief to see them there. And as Saeji gave a polite nod to Reila and herself, Shula realized a few tiny details that hadn't been mentioned to her. She'd met this boy before. Reila said it was an honour to meet him and called him... Ace Aeries?! For a moment Shula looked like she just realized she left her oven on. This boy was the one from the strip club in East City! He sat with she and Spade and tried to hit on her in Amestrian and groaned at how boad it sounded even to him... He was adorable! Had the bar not caught fire, Shula was going to offer to help him with his Amestrian. "...Spade's... brother?" She hadn't realized she'd even mused the thought out loud, and made a note to poke her boss later about why he'd never mentioned that the Xingese boy who was trying to imitate Spade was actually his little brother. Shula smiled a little at Ace. "It's nice to see you again," she said, once again pressing her palms together and nodding at Ace in greeting.
Reila's demeanor shifted, clearly changing gears now that formalities were out of the way. "Now that so many people are gathered, listen up! The channel for our comm is 4z81 and that is all of Fort Briggs currently in Moscow, Dai, and myself. Dietrich will be locating the area in which Aurel, Hild, and Vanity are hiding. I will be going to settle agreements with the rebel Drachman forces. I ask that Ace and Shula go to Moscow to assist Central troops. Anymore time wasted and we could completely lose our chance of victory; this is a country that we are fighting...with out small numbers; only more and more will trickle out from the mountains. I suggest setting out." Shula nodded, completely understanding her orders. "Got it! Acra, let's head out!"
Moving away slightly, Shula started to turn to head back to their ship to take South's reinforcements to Moscow and paused, turning and grabbing Csilla in a tight hug. She leaned up and kissed her friend's cheek as she gave another squeeze. "Stay safe, Csilla." Her gaze moved to the scary, grumpy soldier that would also be guarding the king with her. "Please... Do your best to keep her safe." Shula turned away from Elastor and Csilla, and left to board their ship with Acra in tow as she pressed the button for the radio. "Spade, just hang tight! I'm bringing the rest of us, and the rest of Briggs just left with General Tsukino's second in command. A ship from Xing will be following us into Moscow, and we'll be there in just a few minutes, Boss!" She wasted no time in relaying the orders and getting the ship up and heading toward Moscow, completely unaware of what was waiting for her as she steeled her resolve to do whatever whas needed to keep her country and her friends safe, even if that meant compromising some of her vows.
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What she was seeing wasn't real. It couldn't have been. Shula had seen photos of Moscow before and this was nothing like it at all. The ship had dropped them all in near the thick of it, and she stood aside to usher everyone out of the ship. Their primary objectives were to stop the Drachmans and to block them from leaving or enterting the city. Even in the dark the snow was so dark where it should have been pristine and white, stained and scarred too deeply with too much life that would never wash away. she could smell things burning in the distance, smoke still evacuating from the Kremlin and riding out on the night wind and mingling with the smell of blood. Even the cold had a smell, and it was tainted by this merciless carnage... "Let's move it!! Flank the city and close in, don't let anything else in or out! Takumi, see if you can help disable Drachma's coomunications, navigations and defense systems on the ground and for their aerial assault forces. We're on their turf, but making them fight us blind will slow them down!"
A small squad waited with Shula and Acra, their orders to find the other Brigadier General and assist him. She only waited long enough for the air lift to rise back up and take off again before springing forward, rushing up the hill toward where spade's last coordinates were. She moved quickly, trying to keep herself low and curled into herself as they made their way up the steep street, the small squad running with them working quickly to dispatch nearby soldiers. "Spade's on the next block at the bottom of this hill!" Shula let out a small yelp, ducking more as she ran, the soldier directly behind hertaking out the Drachman who thought it was open season. She looked at the hill's slope and saw the battle going on, immdiately feeling sick and more than a little upset, doing her best to swallow it down. Stay focused, Bright Eyes... You need to stay on top of things for everyone else around you, not just yourself!
The top of the hill flattened and was theirs, for just this moment. Shula turned to look at her small squad, bright eyes burning in the night. "We ALL get to the bottom of the hill and help Spade no matter what! Acra, run alongside me and help clear the path from the Drachman soldiers - Set your arm phasers from stun to roast!" She knew she'd just told her friend to kill, and she hated it, but... they needed to do this to save what was left of their home. She looked down at the ice that crusted the street and the steepness of it; there was no way she'd be able to run down there safely, and riding on Acra piggy-back was just ASKING for trouble. A soldier running out from behind a building fell quickly as Shula ran to its curb and grabbed the metal lid of the overturned trashcan and began to run to get a fast start. "KYAAAAAA!!!!"
Shula's body crouched and clung to the lid as it kareened down the icy hill of the street, counting on Acra's Johnny Flame-thrower act to clear a good chunk of their opposition and her squad to fire as they ran. She leaned forward and down, increasing her momentum as she tried to maneuver her gun and fire at a few of the soldiers not expecing something the size of a child to come sliding down a large slope of ice. Up ahead... She could see someone standing... and surrounded by a lot of someones NOT standing, but it was still too dark to make much out. SHIT! Shula gripped the lid tightly, nearly losing her gun as she swerved hard, yelping as she just narrowly missed a military jeep full of Amestrian soldiers screeched to a halt, spinning out on the ice as it tried not to hit her and turn her into a tiny General pancake. The saucer and General veered hard, spinning violently as Shula tried desperately to regain control of her steel battle horse, clearing the hill and crossing the block where Spade was quickly.
Her skidding came to a violent stop as the lid caught on something and flipped, hurling Shula over it, her body hitting the ground with a hard THWACK! She was still for a moment, waiting for the dizziness to subside as her hand moved to the back of her head. Oh. Oh that didn't feel good. Ground hurt. Damn gravity! Shula shook it off, quickly pulling herself to her knees and grabbing that lid like a shield and then froze in horror as she saw what she'd caught on. Another Amestrian. She scrambled up and away, stepping back a few steps before nearly tripping on another Amestrian body and cried out faintly in shock. Turning around to face where Spade was standing, her blood froze within hear heart, her body's temperature dropping lower than the Drachman icy winds. There were bodies everywhere. Yes, this was a crucial battle. Yes, a good number of them were Drachman. But so many of them were Amestrian and almost made a trail leading to Spade as he stood staring at another man. Could one man... really have done all of this? All this carnage? Tears welled in her eyes as she ran forward, not presently thinking on whether or not she was covered or not. These were her FRIENDS!
The newly-appointed General skidded to a stop and clutched the metal lid, her arm curling back and then releasing, letting the lid sail forward like a large frisbee at the Drachman soldier. No, it wouldn't hurt him in the slightest, but it might distract him. The squad right behind her formed behind Spade and around the area, closing in carefully. If one mad did all this, they had to be on their guard and at their best, even with the Xingese behind them. "SPADE! We've got your back!"
{Note: Shu only brought a small squad with her, plus however many will be accompanying Ace and Hua. The rest left to go fight everywhere else. She brought maybe 15 of her own soldiers plus Acra. Please don't kill them all in under five minutes, Hei? Pretty pleeeease? <3}
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HIGHWAY OUTSIDE OF MOSCOW, DRACHMA - Reila, Dietrich, Reaver, Acra, Shula, Elastor, Xiao, Ace, Peizhi, Jeu-Hee (and anyone else...)
by Csilla Angelis Thu Oct 06, 2011 7:22 pm
Oh, he was angry. Csilla could feel it radiating off of Elastor and directed straight at her. But why did he have any right to be angry? She had cared for him during his illness and he reacted by telling her he would kill her. And he thought a simple “I'm sorry” outside a war-torn city was going to make her swoon? Hah. She was serious when she said not now. There were more important things to handle and when (and if) they both made it out alive, then he could try apologizing again.
“Well, it was polite of your commanders to offer one of their own to help protect me, and for that, I thank you. Since you seem to be getting along so well with Elastor, how about you stick with him then? Just follow his lead, and you’ll do fine. Just don’t go running off with him, and I’ll give the highest recommendation I can think of to your superiors."
Oh, by Hera. Apparently Elastor singling her out had now caused Dietrich to think they were the best of friends. She knew that she would have to work with him by guarding Dietrich but “sticking with him” was a little over the top. She merely allowed a nod and small smile, moving to stand to the side and slightly behind Dietrich. And then she heard him tell Elastor to treat her as a number two priority. Perfect. Now he even had more reason to be angry. She halfheartedly listened as more was discussed and registered that an old airship was entering their space. The Emperor of Xing had arrived, apparently. It wasn't long after that the leaders of the Xingese military walked out that Reila issued the orders. ...Oh no. No, no, no. They were tasked to search for the leaders of RIOTE. Dread filled Csilla, although her facial expression remained neutral. That was almost as dangerous as fighting in a battle; moreso if they actually found them. Csilla detested RIOTE for the horrible things they had done but in her bones she prayed to Zeus they would not find them so under-prepared. Otherwise a capture could turn into a slaughter.
She was musing on this when she felt arms around her. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around the person, recognizing immediately that it was Shula. She blinked back a tear as she squeezed her dearest friend close, kissing her on the cheek in return. “You too, Shula. After this, another girls' night.” She smiled wanly at her friend as she and Acra disappeared towards Moscow. Acra would keep her safe and Csilla felt relief in that. With the tiniest sigh, she glanced at Dietrich, awaiting her first “official” order from her temporary boss.
“Well, it was polite of your commanders to offer one of their own to help protect me, and for that, I thank you. Since you seem to be getting along so well with Elastor, how about you stick with him then? Just follow his lead, and you’ll do fine. Just don’t go running off with him, and I’ll give the highest recommendation I can think of to your superiors."
Oh, by Hera. Apparently Elastor singling her out had now caused Dietrich to think they were the best of friends. She knew that she would have to work with him by guarding Dietrich but “sticking with him” was a little over the top. She merely allowed a nod and small smile, moving to stand to the side and slightly behind Dietrich. And then she heard him tell Elastor to treat her as a number two priority. Perfect. Now he even had more reason to be angry. She halfheartedly listened as more was discussed and registered that an old airship was entering their space. The Emperor of Xing had arrived, apparently. It wasn't long after that the leaders of the Xingese military walked out that Reila issued the orders. ...Oh no. No, no, no. They were tasked to search for the leaders of RIOTE. Dread filled Csilla, although her facial expression remained neutral. That was almost as dangerous as fighting in a battle; moreso if they actually found them. Csilla detested RIOTE for the horrible things they had done but in her bones she prayed to Zeus they would not find them so under-prepared. Otherwise a capture could turn into a slaughter.
She was musing on this when she felt arms around her. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around the person, recognizing immediately that it was Shula. She blinked back a tear as she squeezed her dearest friend close, kissing her on the cheek in return. “You too, Shula. After this, another girls' night.” She smiled wanly at her friend as she and Acra disappeared towards Moscow. Acra would keep her safe and Csilla felt relief in that. With the tiniest sigh, she glanced at Dietrich, awaiting her first “official” order from her temporary boss.
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DRACHMA - RIOTE Hideout and Southern Moscow; Aurel, Hild, Vanity, Jet, and Lillian
by Guest Thu Oct 06, 2011 11:14 pm
Damos had realized what was happening all too late. His grand escape had felt odd, but the sudden appearance of his father in the streets of Moscow gave it away. "Son..." he said. "Fight it. Fight with all your might. They may have put you down, but no one can stand in the way of the greater good. Not even RIOTE. Stand my son, stand and show them the power of our forefathers..." with that he awoke from his dream, lying on the floor, a painful wound now located in his spine. They thought him paralyzed, as they stood there all high and mighty as if they were better than him. Damos Carafax HATED when people did that. It took all his strength not to stand punch this man-creature in the jaw. He could have, the woman had missed his spine by centimeters, only leaving him bleeding and in pain, but not paralyzed. The Grey Knight was not stupid though, and he knew standing up and bearing arms against his current company would only earn him an early grave. Instead, he choose the best course of action: act paralyzed, let them throw him away, and from the ashes of defeat he would rise against them one day to claim victory! Damos smiled at this, a maniacal grin that would have given most people the chills.
He could barely hear them, as the drugs were still playing with his senses. He could see just fine, but hearing was very fuzzy. Even the wound in his back had numbed almost instantly, and when Aurel carved RIOTE into his arm, he barely noticed. What he did was glare intently into his eyes, never leaving them for one second. As he finished with the knife, Damos decided to speak up. "Remember these words Aurelius Schwarz. Your day of reckoning is near, as is your little 'gangs'. The skies will fill with fire! Your world will become an eternal hell, a never ending facade of darkness! Then, with these hands," he continued, lifting his hands. "I will end you. This, I swear on my life." Soon afterwards a man dragged Damos away, onto a ship. They flew off and he was dumped into a pile of snow on top of a building. As soon as the craft flew off, Damos burst from the snow, anger etched into his every feature. "DAMN YOU RIOTE!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, his words echoing for miles in every direction. "I will have my vengeance," he mumbled. "And when I do, I will enjoy every minute of it."
With that he turned and ran, jumping from building top to building top. He had more important matters to attend right now, namely the Lily x Jet issue. Damos didn't even need to know where they were, it had all been foreseen, all been planned. He knew exactly where to go. Without hesitation he jumped to a lower building, then ran down the fire escape to the ground, sprinting around the corner. There was a huge firefight going on, between the Black Templar scouts and his Rangers. "Looks like I didn't miss the party," he said to himself, bringing his halberd to bear. "Time for some fun." Damos charged forward, ignoring any fire heading his way. "Sir, incoming combatant!" one of the marines yelled to his sergeant. "Concentrate fire, take that son of a bitch down!" Boros yelled, the men immediately focusing their efforts on Damos. The Paladin wasn't even phased however, and withing seconds he was on them. One, two, three marines fell to his blade before he found himself confronting the leader of the squad, side by side with his target, Lillian Mae Black, younger sister to Major General Jethro Black. "Lily, my name is Damos Carafax. I am here to help you get away from these barbarians, and save man kind. Come with me, or they all die. Every. Single. One of them," he demanded, not leaving anything to doubt. It was just like his dream when he was back at the RIOTE hideout. Even down to the gigantic explosion to his right that caught his attention. "What the hell!?!"
"For Amestris, CHARGE!" a voice yelled over the clamor of battle. Out of the smoke came Jethro Black, Nemesis in hand, followed closely by his elite Honor Guard. Suddenly sniper fire from nearby building began picking off Rangers. Before anything could be done, they were on top of his soldiers, ripping them apart as if little pieces of paper. None even stood a chance against the might of the Templars. Renewed vigor in their hearts, the scouts joined the fray. Boros and Lily charged Damos, catching him off guard. On his heels, he blocked blow after blow, neither one letting up for a single second. It was all Damos could do to hold them off in his current weakened state. Time to turn the tides. He jumped back, using the second of break to throw down a smoke bomb. As smoke filled the room, he used the momentary confusion to wound the sergeant and grab Lily, running out the door. His victory was short lived though, as just outside, his blade dripping with the blood of Clerics, stood Jethro Black. "You..." he said, his voice low and pissed. "You betray your homeland and leave us for RIOTE huh? Then you will die like the dog you are. Unhand my sister or meet your doom!" Damos knew it was too late. The fates had never predicted the arrival of Jet. He, had failed. Lowering his head, he put Lillian back down and backed up slowly with his arms in the air. "I leave in peace Crimson Fist, I have no quarrel with you. We will leave..." he replied, walking away. "Pull back, all forces pull back. We're going home." Damos said over the radio. Dad wasn't going to be happy about this one...
He could barely hear them, as the drugs were still playing with his senses. He could see just fine, but hearing was very fuzzy. Even the wound in his back had numbed almost instantly, and when Aurel carved RIOTE into his arm, he barely noticed. What he did was glare intently into his eyes, never leaving them for one second. As he finished with the knife, Damos decided to speak up. "Remember these words Aurelius Schwarz. Your day of reckoning is near, as is your little 'gangs'. The skies will fill with fire! Your world will become an eternal hell, a never ending facade of darkness! Then, with these hands," he continued, lifting his hands. "I will end you. This, I swear on my life." Soon afterwards a man dragged Damos away, onto a ship. They flew off and he was dumped into a pile of snow on top of a building. As soon as the craft flew off, Damos burst from the snow, anger etched into his every feature. "DAMN YOU RIOTE!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, his words echoing for miles in every direction. "I will have my vengeance," he mumbled. "And when I do, I will enjoy every minute of it."
With that he turned and ran, jumping from building top to building top. He had more important matters to attend right now, namely the Lily x Jet issue. Damos didn't even need to know where they were, it had all been foreseen, all been planned. He knew exactly where to go. Without hesitation he jumped to a lower building, then ran down the fire escape to the ground, sprinting around the corner. There was a huge firefight going on, between the Black Templar scouts and his Rangers. "Looks like I didn't miss the party," he said to himself, bringing his halberd to bear. "Time for some fun." Damos charged forward, ignoring any fire heading his way. "Sir, incoming combatant!" one of the marines yelled to his sergeant. "Concentrate fire, take that son of a bitch down!" Boros yelled, the men immediately focusing their efforts on Damos. The Paladin wasn't even phased however, and withing seconds he was on them. One, two, three marines fell to his blade before he found himself confronting the leader of the squad, side by side with his target, Lillian Mae Black, younger sister to Major General Jethro Black. "Lily, my name is Damos Carafax. I am here to help you get away from these barbarians, and save man kind. Come with me, or they all die. Every. Single. One of them," he demanded, not leaving anything to doubt. It was just like his dream when he was back at the RIOTE hideout. Even down to the gigantic explosion to his right that caught his attention. "What the hell!?!"
"For Amestris, CHARGE!" a voice yelled over the clamor of battle. Out of the smoke came Jethro Black, Nemesis in hand, followed closely by his elite Honor Guard. Suddenly sniper fire from nearby building began picking off Rangers. Before anything could be done, they were on top of his soldiers, ripping them apart as if little pieces of paper. None even stood a chance against the might of the Templars. Renewed vigor in their hearts, the scouts joined the fray. Boros and Lily charged Damos, catching him off guard. On his heels, he blocked blow after blow, neither one letting up for a single second. It was all Damos could do to hold them off in his current weakened state. Time to turn the tides. He jumped back, using the second of break to throw down a smoke bomb. As smoke filled the room, he used the momentary confusion to wound the sergeant and grab Lily, running out the door. His victory was short lived though, as just outside, his blade dripping with the blood of Clerics, stood Jethro Black. "You..." he said, his voice low and pissed. "You betray your homeland and leave us for RIOTE huh? Then you will die like the dog you are. Unhand my sister or meet your doom!" Damos knew it was too late. The fates had never predicted the arrival of Jet. He, had failed. Lowering his head, he put Lillian back down and backed up slowly with his arms in the air. "I leave in peace Crimson Fist, I have no quarrel with you. We will leave..." he replied, walking away. "Pull back, all forces pull back. We're going home." Damos said over the radio. Dad wasn't going to be happy about this one...
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