~Kingdom of Madness~

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Ah, what a BEAUTIFUL day to rain blood on the soils of Central City, Amestris!

Wait. That was a general description of every day. Ah well. Still, a good day to kill somebody. And lo and behold! Two weeks time since their last destined congregation. So Red moved rather casually towards the carcoaled remains of the building he'd recently demolished. There were signs posted for trespassers to beware, but if his memory served well (he could, mind you, remember his third birthday, in vivid detail, from the appearance of his chair to his dear mother's smile as that wicked man, bless her then-oblivious soul, looked at him, a twisted, warped expression on his face. Almost like the polar opposite of his face once Red had given him the old heave-ho down some steps, hahaha!~

And of course, he remembered Crow, standing next to him, arms behind her back, messy black hair dangling limp to her waist, a wicked grin on his sister's face, and red streaks up and down her white dress. Ah, how odd that nobody had noticed her; his big sister always looked so lovely in white, he was astounded that 118 years hadn't granted her a boyfriend. Granted, he'd most likely harpoon the guy, to her laughter and happiness, but still. Twas odd, nobody ever noticed her. Except mommy. She'd always responded when he spoke of Crow. She was more preoccupied with him, though, which Crow didn't mind, but still... Ah well. Point is, he remembered things well, and here he was, two weeks later.

So he strolled on, past yellow tape, into the same area where Reaper-chick had slain the guards, leaving one Angelina Arnwald to himself. He'd spared her, mind you, as she had promised him blood. And a promise of blood, to Red, was greater than the value of a single death. So he stood there, crimson strands of the long-lasting fiber flowing through wind, incarnidine orbs set on a figure nearby. A grin on a synthetic face, of synthetic teeth, and he glanced at her. "Ah, copper copper, little miss copper~ Mary had a little lamb, a little lamb, a little lamb. Mary had a little lamb, and now she doesn't. Had. Had. Haha. Get it? Hehehehehe..."

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The promised day, the promised hour. It was night at the same place he or rather the doll had demolished just two weeks before. The same day, they fought against each other that's when Angilika's hand got wounded. Oh, the wound healed due to today's medical technologies however the shield maiden didn't remove away the scar through cosmetics. On the contrary, she left it be as it is, as a testament of an old battle fought never to be forgotten like her chest's wound. For the latter served as a remembrance not to drop her guard and as for the former, it marked an encounter with an odd creature.

The ivory haired militant spotted the Red coming her way which stroke her mind It is the work of alchemy, a miracle maker in it's own right. and it seemed to her crimson orbs that the Red was quite happy and in a high spirit singing a lullaby of his own.

No, I don't. she would answer him in a tone that meant business. The red would see her armored in her EBS and with all weapons at the ready. In addition, she brought her Blutsauger with her and a riot ballistic shield in her disposal to command.

There is a xingese triad working on our soil. There is a temporary base of operations in this nearby warehouse. Angie pointed at it's direction then brought up a PDA showing him where it was marked in the map, knowing fully that what she was doing was probably in vain for she doubted the creature had his own ways with technology. Whatever, We shall storm them and annihilate them in the process. I expect toxic container inside so beware where you strike and leave one alive for interrogation purposes. You can act at your own discretion. Any questions?

It was mid-night, people were sleeping and Red was perfect one to do the killing quietly. They would never see it happen because they would give their undivided attention to the shield maiden's suppressive firepower.

If he had questions, it would be the time to ask..

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Oh... So she didn't get it. Never breaking his ceaseless chesire grin, he stepped forward a tiny step, using his hands to communicate like a stereotypical Cerisian, holding them out in front of himself, and emphatically moving them as he spoke, to emphasize his points.. "See, the implications were that she HAD a lamb. Then I slashed its throat, splattering the pavement with its blood, before mutilating the body, gift-wrapping it, and giving it to this 'Mary' child personally, before slicing her up as well the moment she opened the box and screamed in terror and disgust. Funny, ne? Hahaha~" Ah, comedy gold... Doubtless, the humor would pass her over, but he didn't care, as it was for his sole benefit he'd even told the joke to begin with. Besides, jokes are never funny when you have to explain them.

"Oh yeah, you should learn Cretan. Just saying." Not quite caring about whatever meager response she had to give, he didn't pay any mind until she explained the job. Glancing at the building, he pondered how best to massacre its inhabitants. Then she pulled out this... Thing. He looked at it in quiet dismay for a moment. "...'S'that your map? Yeesh, back in my day, we had maps the size of a table's surface, not puny little things. The heck do you expect to read THAT properly? Ah, whatever." Curse foulest technology of the modern era... No matter.

This part, he liked. Seek and destroy. Fun, fun, fun, flipping fun. Except the survivor. That would be dull. "Toxic stuff? As in, stuff that makes humans writhe in excrutiating agony? I'll be SURE to strike all of those, in the presence of people!~ Also, question; when you finish with him, can we have it stated on the report or whatever that the interrogated one was assassinated not long afterwards, by the Triads? When in reality, I get to finish up my job?~"

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AAAHHH.. Angie got it by then and well, she was about to smash someone to the nearest wall but again, the shield maiden decided to do that later and not by then. There was a mission ought to be done, there were targets needed to be neutralized..Something definitely wanted to accomplished and that ivory haired woman was the type to get things done. Of course, inviting the very refined Mr.Red who liked the works of butchery to this fine party where blood would spilled..Not theirs, but theirs.

Cretan? she thought to herself. Well, The angelic shield maiden would learn it on the longer run but learning Drachman and Aerugese were of the most importance since both fronts were hot. Of course, as the crimson eyed young woman guessed, he didn't understand anything regarding the map. However, his attitude was 'No matter' and for her it didn't really matter. Still, he was pretty excited and looked towards the mission she brought up. Of course, Angelika knew how to use people and knew when others were using her like this very refined Mr. Red who prefers to slice all things up in crimson, scarlet, vermilion and everything red.

DON'T...I MEAN IT. Don't slash these toxic stuff, they are booby trapped..it would be you who get himself blown up. And NO..no killing the survivor. I made things clear, you will kill to your heart content except for that one and get paid but don't act out mission perimeters.

That's said, she prepared her assault rifle with a suppressor. Truth to be told, the shield maiden missed the days of the two man team where a sniper supported her back from a distance. Well, there was someone else who filled the role. Her partner, Raziah Dahl..But she was not there today and Angie didn't know her well yet.

Regardless..

Start the killing once I turn the lights off.. With that she left behind to his won devices. One of the warehouse backdoor had two sentries, she needed to dispatch quietly since they were close. And according to the blueprints, the power controls she needed to switch off was there. With a sniper, it would have been easy but by then, all she had was her assault rifle equipped with a suppressor. It didn't fully silence the weapon however it lessens the muzzle blast which would be good when there shall be no lights.

Leaving behind the riot shield which may or may not prove useful according to the situation at hand. The swordswoman climbed the ladder quietly and opted to sneak until she was above the two sentries. Blutsauger at the ready, as the sabre itself was held by her dominant hand and the sheath by her off one. From such elevation, like the rain of death and the punishment smite by heaven, she fell slashing one's throat from the side by the sheer force of her blade while the sheath stroke swift and true the other one to a state of sleep. Angelika didn't wait but twisted her waist to deliver the final strike with her blade.

The entrance was secured by then, all what was needed to turn the lights off. Quickly, she returned to get her ballistic shield for time was of an essence and the eagle didn't want her adversaries to know yet of her plans. And the moment came, she switched off the lights upon entrance and switched on thermal vision.

After taking a deep breath while hearing the voices of those people she was about to kill in their own disbelief. The time to strike had come, with her monstrous strength she carried her ballistic shield with ease while her other arm readied her assault rifle.

The shield maiden went with her guns blazing.. Approximately, there was about twelve of Xingese men. With that she opted to change from thermal vision to night vision.

The nobility obliged, bullets were fired upon those who would fall like flies. It was Mr. Red's time for his awesome entrance.

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Booby-trapped? Red frowned. "Why must you despise my every enjoyment of life? Besides, I can't die. Immortality and invincibility, dearest officer. As for not killing the survivor? I'll do my best." Ah, and if his face were a human face, she'd have seen it clear as crystal; were his eyes not bejweled and false, she'd have known it all too well. Indeed, Red's best just may not be good enough. But for now, he'd let her believe that he was being totally honest. "And as for payment? Keep your precious money~ Surely you'd rather not spend military money on just little old me, would you? I'm to be paid in blood, dearest darling~ The very blood I reap and sow." Soon, though, soon, she gave him instructions of when to start and went off on her own desires. So Red waited, a truly malevolent presence on the coal-black night of nights.

Red hair of fibers inhuman fluttering in a light breeze, those accursed eyes of crimson dancing on the walls of the warehouse-like facility, he stood, barely taller than a toddler, with his large cyan shirt flowing, cloak-like in the winds, not of this mother earth, but of her husband, good old father time. As such, his teeth glistened in the blackness, as if they could SEE the sands of father time, as if he were holding in his grasp the fountain of youth one Esparian glory-hunter sought out in Creta, as though he, Ryan Edward Dunn, a man who'd long since lost his name to that oft-referred to entity called time, were one Jesse Tuck, of written fame within "Tuck Everlasting", whom had found eternal life with the rest of his family. His wooden flesh, made to withstand the tests and trials of age, glowed an unnaturally niveous tone of white, wraith-like, as he grasped his scalpel in one hand, saw in the other, both carefully maintained also to withstand the pressures of oxidization.

Ah... And the lights went out as planned. He was already in motion. Like a well oiled machine, he burst in through the door, sheerest glee written in capital bold letters upon his face. He moved opposite Angelika's direction and quickly found enemies, by sound alone. Sight was for pansies, anyways.

"Someone, someone turn on the lights! Zhao, if that was you, I'll cut your throat, you coniving prankst- oof..."

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Gleaming steel pierced his left lung as Red brought the instrument up, driving the scalpel up until it struck a rib. He jerked it out, not feeling the crimson glory having materialized on his face. Despite the sexual implications of a certain Disturbed song he'd once heard on the radio? They were wrong. No, no. THIS. This right here. This was the "red hot meaning of life." The man was choking blood now, Red heard him. So Red, kind fellow he was, rammed the scalpel now into his other lung, jerking up, splitting it wide open also, before tearing it free again, just to finally slice his stomach open, as vile fluids dropped to the ground, in all the gory glory Red so much loved.Now his friend, this Zhao character, he assumed, was approaching. "Udo, what's wrong? Udo- Oh... Oh God... I smell blood, Udo, what's happen-" He turned on the flashlight and Red saw past the beams that this Zhao charcter was in terror as Udo turned, emotionless, having nearly faded away, to stare blankly at Zhao with a blood-drenched face.

"Hello~"

The single utterance of that one word in Cretan sent the man screaming in rage and terror, opening fire on the corpse of Udo with a fully-automatic assault rifle. Red noticed that his chest and a hip had taken lead also. A pity. A shame, really, he may have to repair himself later. Oh, bother of bothers. No matter. Ripping his scalpel rather brutally from Udo, he turned to Zhao with a glint in his eyes. As Zhao, too disturbed by Red's mere presence to actually do more, fired at Udo's slowly slumping corpse, Red climbed the five or six feet of Zhao's body and with Mr. Murder, he quickly laid waste to Zhao's pulse, with a sharp blow to the man's throat, alarming him as blood gently dripped, both from his gaping mouth and his injured throat. Then Red jerked it sideways. Again. And again. And again. Every sawing brought the man closer to death, until finally Red was severing a head hosting a brain unthinking, from a body holding a heart unbeating, lungs unbreathing, flesh better of stone. And he descended, moving on to the next kill, but not without letting loose a gleeful cackle and battle cry, shattering the silence as a hurled brick would smash through the most expansive and fragile of windows, leaving a permanent mark in the glass' lifespan, from sand to sand again.

"I AM ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!~"

[Guest]

Mr.Red was doing feats of slashing and impalement with that scalpel of his. Undoubtedly, he was enjoying his time in the full extent. The shield maiden on the other side wondered why the doll thought it was the military money she was spending on him. Actually, it was her hard earned cash that would reach his bank accounts if he had bank accounts, that if he got of there alive. Because the angelic ivory haired woman truly didn't wish for that to happen, he was an aid alright but a nuisance as well. Regardless, the security soldier didn't embezzle money from the treasury for such was a bad business and she needed power a lot of it. So doing sneaky things was actually not an option.

Regardless, again. There were hidden lies in words spoken to him but it didn't matter really. With her shield at hand and the assault rifle in the other. Her visual sense came to effect where the noblesse oblige would see things others couldn't or rather see things faster than the others would and such was her fort.

So running wildly like it was the end of the world, she kept shooting oriental people making sure that her Amsetrian assault rifle was hitting vital parts which would render her targets dead. And so, ranged combat was always amusing despite her love for close quarters combat. Bullets kills faster and kills many..

That way, Angelika dispatched four more of them Xingese men but something was seriously odd. The operation was going too smooth and that was truly bugging her.

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Echoing around the place, Red moved deftly in silence, but not silence unbroken, for he was the sole source of noise. Silent aall but for his mad laughter, the gleeful, uproarious, cackling sounds emitting from him. A devil on Earth, untouchable. He was IMMORTAL! Unslayable, undying, not meant to be placed underground in a box, not until he was captured and buried alive, wrapped in chains and locks, as the people overhead prayed that he would die down there, would rot and would never kill again. But no, one day, he'd be found again, and he'd kill even more to make up for lost time. Thankfully, he hoped never to be put in that situation, as he was UNCATCHABLE! HAHAHA!~

So stroke by stroke, he put down Xingmen, until he came to a group of seven around a tank of what Red assumed was lethal toxins. This. Would. Be. Fun. Dashing quickly through the dark, he saw Little Miss Doughnuts coming up, finished with her work. He kneecapped all seven with his scalpel, literally chopping their pateallae out, and dragged one over to Angelika, with three simple and malicious word; " Ten seconds. Run." Grinning with the purest of joys in his eyes, he didn't care if she ran or not. Ten seconds later, he took up a rag lying around, a thin steel rod, and a cigerette lighter. Wrapping the rag around the end of the rod, he waited for the fire to take, and grinned, orange and yellow dancing a demonic flamenco in eyes of crimson death. "One step, two step." His little rhyme. He cocked back the makeshift spear of flame. "Into the abyss." He leaned back on one leg. "Three step, four step!" The spear sang true, as jagged teeth of dragonfang and solidified wickedness moved in tune to a song of his crafting. "YOUR. DEATH. IS. SWEETEST! BLISS!!~" The flaming spear pierced the tank, and the night itself, as six Xingese voices cried out in terror. The tank ignited, witha somewhat unsatisfying explosion, as a gush of wind struck Red. He watched the men, cold eyes scanning them. Those who survived the fire and the flames seemed to be in pure agony now, and their mouths, eyes, ears, and noses were just GUSHING vermillion ambrosia. He laughed. Small at first, but heartily. Toxic gas~ It was a nice pale yellow too, easy to spot. He found a small jar nearby, remarkably noting that the Triads had EVERYTHING he could ever want to find when empty-handed, and closed a bit of the gas inside it. He had plans for it.... Fun plans.

And he walked outside, casually having hidden the vial within the very chambers of his stomach, using a secret compartment on his right upper hip and side. "Mission accomplished, my lovely companion~ Sorry for the end, though, I got a bit carried away~ Hope you aren't too dead."

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Angie felt really satisfied with her killing spree and bullet storm, actually her bullets were very precise that she didn't exhaust her precious ammunition however the very gentle Mr. Red was already crossing the mega kill mark, how the hell he was able to do that with a scalpel alone? Was it some sort of a given natural skill for children like killers? It was a good idea bringing him up here but that thought got really interrupted by the bloody crimson red was executing his enemies, pulling off some stunts and setting his plans of firestorm into motion.

Ten seconds only to evacuate area, Angie didn't turn around on the contrary she reversely sense giving her back to this maniac was totally a bad idea. Aha, the shield. It would prove well in the course of things to absorb the damage done protecting the enlisted from a deadly blast.

SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH

On her knees and with full strength and good judgment of distance and the cunning of raising the shield in the right time and the right place protected her from dying on fire. "Mission accomplished, my lovely companion~ Sorry for the end, though, I got a bit carried away~ Hope you aren't too dead." Angie really wanted to kill him. Nah, that was an understatement. The shield maiden wanted to convert him into a Homunculus to stab him into infinity, they say those guys were immortals but imagine the pain of being shot at the head till the end of time while regenerating like it was nothing.

Die.. sh pulled the trigger sprinkling him with so many bullets, twenty five or so. But the fun ended once she heard like vans speeding into the ware house and glass of the upper windows. Ambushers from the heaven and the corners of earth as the vans decided to gain entry through means unnatural through the week walls like it was nothing, like a kinfe cutting through hot butter.

Drachamn and xingese both were trying to surround the duo with guns blazing and blades yearning to slash blood and flesh. With an attitude of 'Oh shit' the shield maiden stepped to retreat, she needed a cover to kill her endless swarms of foes from a distance.

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Hmm... What an odd predicament. He'd just quickly finished off the last of the goons, and was now being ATTACKED by his own TEAMMATE!? He'd done everything she'd said, besides disobeying her silly rule not to explode the barrels. Taking bullet after bullet, he stood there, perplexed. "Dude, what's your beef!? I did what you said! Totally uncalled for, Coppy-Cop. Not at all a good example for rising po-po piggies, don't you think? Tsk tsk tsk... How rude..."

And then, as quickly as they how descending on the Triads, the Triads, with Drachman back-up, had descended on them. Red could do nothing but laugh. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!! SEE!? You wasted ALL that time on attacking ME, when THEY were coming! AHAHAHAHA, you could've escaped, but you're too easily angered, love!~ Work on your rage." He stepped forward, and turned back, grinning at Angelika. "Oh. And you owe me~"

As she moved away, Red made fast work of a crowd that had gathered around them before Angelika's retreat. Scalpel in hand, he slashed the Achilles of one man, leaping high to catch him around the neck as he dropped to one knee. Red then drew his precious Alice, his harpoon, and put away his scalpel, now deciding to use his victim as a human shield, blocking bullets and knives as he slashing and stabbed his way through the group, in a deadly dance of doom. All the while laughing... Always laughing...

[Guest]

What irritated her more that he didn't die, what kind of body did he have? Was it a high tech bullet proof designed for the sole purpose of making mockery of her NATO bullets. First thing to be done was to equip her gas mask. Really great, Mr. Red seemed to be immune to toxins. Mission was a failure, the whole reason behind this mission was to stealthy neutralize all opposition, secure toxic containers and keep one alive for the sake of interrogation.

The mission is no more stealth, Toxins are flying everywhere and an army of Drachmans and Xingese. All masked and guns ready and primed to payback the humility they suffered days ago. Their sole purpose was to exterminate the shield maiden and Mr. Red was already small and obscure, so the main target was the adult mature one.

I OWE YOU NOTHING !!!!!! Angelika in wrath shouted, throwing her shield aside preferring to run freely on the battle ground sprinkling bullets everywhere thanks to the abundance of her C-drum cartridge hosting one hundred bullets but it wouldn't end here. The ivory haired woman readied her Narsil severing someone's head in the first swing.

ELENDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL

[Shula Brighton]

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