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Post by Sweet_Chef (Ani) on Apr 29, 2010 18:18:30 GMT -5
Mary, having been a little distracted from the fall before, hadn't noticed the boy beside her until he made a sound of surprise. Her head snapped up, and she barely managed to turn another shriek into a sputtered gasp. Rolling into a sitting position, she scooted back away from him a little and finally took in her surroundings. Mary guessed she was in some kind of park, and there were four other boys standing nearby. At least, two of them were standing; the other two seemed to be in some sort of pain and distress.
It was then that she saw the bodies lying in the grass, and she cursed almost inaudibly under her breath as she scrambled onto her feet. Mary had caught a brief glimpse of a tattoo she knew all too well, but she couldn't be sure without examining it more closely. She opened her mouth to speak, only to be cut-off as the two standing boys jabbered on between themselves. Closing it, she frowned and decided to simply listen until they shut up; not that she liked what she was hearing. Judging from their words, the two boys on the ground- Fletcher and Percy- were super children like herself and were currently under attack from the Tribunal.
Mary had never come into contact with its actual members; she'd only dealt with the similar cult centered in her own country. Guessing the differences between the two groups were few and far between, she held her hand out before her and blew out a steady, precise stream of icy breath. After just a few seconds, she'd formed her signature weapon of choice, and twirled it a bit carelessly as she was finally able to speak up.
"If you two are done ranting.... I have no idea where I am or who any of you are, but you've got one thing right. The Tribunal are my enemy. I'll help you guys out, but then I've got a few questions.... oh, and you can call me Frost."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Apr 30, 2010 1:12:40 GMT -5
"Ngh..." Though he trembled mildly from the aftershock, Fletcher hauled himself up on his feet; he deeply despised how heavy these shocks made him feel. "V...very well, Frost. It's good to have y..."
"One heathen, two heathen, a thousand... it makes no difference..."
All went quiet. Fletcher breathed a little 'shit' under his breath as Percevel clutched at Mary, trying to pull himself up.
"...you're all going to die where you stand."
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Post by Felix Falora on Apr 30, 2010 1:53:50 GMT -5
"The big boss showed himself rather quickly," Masahiro said, then smirked. "Ahhh, I do sense some power from this individual. I guess I may have to show myself off after all."
"You fanatics pride yourself in working for our Lord and Savior, am I correct?" Masahiro ask. "You say you are doing his will on Earth and that eternal salvation will be yours. You think that by killing people you judge as heathens, you will know Heaven's true graces... because you are true servents of God, am I right?" Masahiro snickered and shook his head. "No, no... you take on our banner and set out, claiming to work in his name, but behind that banner lies the heart of the Devil. He corrupts you, plagues you, forsakes you, and makes you anew in his image. He twists God's words and set them to you newly recognizes. You do not follow holy teachings, but bloodied routes of pain and death. You have failed to be good servents of God. You did not seek peace, the peace that humanity needs to seek, but the war that it should be avoiding instead."
"Love is God's true nature," Masahiro said. "And unfortunately you have failed to realize that. It is in love that I defend these 'heathens.' It is in love I protect them from your corrupt hands. And you may ask me how I know of God's will. Well..." He smirked and took off his coat. His wings spread out. One was still shimmering white, but the other seemed to be darker now. "I am one of his servents, touched by the Devil, but graced by him and persuing his goodness still. Now tell me, oh great servent of God... do you dare to attack one of your holy Father's divine angels? Or will you do the logical things and pull your forces back, cease this foolishness, and dedicate yourself to true Priestly studies?"
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Post by Sweet_Chef (Ani) on Apr 30, 2010 6:03:20 GMT -5
Mary glanced over at Fletcher, catching his accent easily and sighing silently into her scarf. A British kid, no wonder the Tribunal were after him; and she meant kid when she thought it. They all looked younger than her, especially the boy that surprised her earlier. Mary inwardly groaned at being the supposed elder here, but was ripped from her thoughts when hands clutched at her coat. Hazel eyes widening slightly, her head snapped to the right and down only to see a mop of white hair.
Instantly, she melted a little, memories of her brother flashing through her mind. Mary quickly shook them off and wrapped an arm around Perceval's torso, gently pulling him to his feet with ease. "You okay, little guy? I'd say you can lean on me, but I don't think I'm going to be standing still for very long," she said quietly. Tearing her worried gaze away from him, her eyes narrowed as she scanned the area for the source of the voice. "Come out and show yourself already! You want to kill us, right?"
Mary, having never been very religious herself, only half-listened to the lecture one of the boys had been giving. Of course, when he revealed a set of wings, that certainly got her attention. However, she couldn't believe the statement that he was a real, live angel, and instead figured he was a super child who'd taken his powers to be such. "I don't care if they're with God, Satan, or the freaking Mormons. Let's just get this over with."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Apr 30, 2010 19:32:31 GMT -5
Percevel blinked a little helplessly. He understood only a few of those words; he had been making some effort with Masahiro to learn a little English, but he still had a ways to go. Instead, he silently insisted on clinging to Mary with one hand, though he warily formed bony claws on his other.
"Heh... hahah....hahahahahahahaha!!!"
A rather amused, haunting laugh echoed in the air, and the soldiers cleared a path for their leader to reveal himself. His coat, reminiscent of Van Helsing, trailed behind him, a smirk curling from under the brim of the brimmed hat that held away most of his face.
"What droll... what conceit," he chuckled. Fletcher growled at his amusement; how dare he~! "The heathens gain sympathesizers by performing good deeds and favors with their Satan-given powers... powers not meant for human hands."
He chuckled as he brought out his own blaster. "And tell me... if you are truly God's vassal as you claim to be... what do you think has caused your descension? Look at who... no, WHAT you are trying to protect."
His smirk grew at the irony he had concocted. "These heathens are the very ones blackening your wings!!!"
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Post by Felix Falora on Apr 30, 2010 19:55:44 GMT -5
"You're beyond hopeless," Masahiro said with a sigh. "Very well then... As God's angel of wrath, I sentence you to death."
"I still don't give a damn about whatever God you idiots follow," King growled, pulling something out of his pockets. "The whole religion you follow can burn straight in Hell with its..."
"King... less mocking, more fighting," Masahiro said as he reached for his eyepatch.
"Biased son-of-a-bitch. Even if you are a servent of God, I refuse to believe in him. As far as I'm concerned, he's a deadbeat. And I don't need God to do this." Showing off a blue sphere, King smirked and the sphere began to glow. It took an interesting shape and suddenly became an assault rifle, which he used to open fire on the soldiers.
"Technology... it replaces everything," Masahiro groaned as he removed his eyepatch.
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Post by Sweet_Chef (Ani) on Apr 30, 2010 20:24:45 GMT -5
Mary had been focusing on their opponents, and hadn't noticed Perceval's obvious confusion. Since he didn't answer, she guessed he was either too weak or just shy and shrugged it off, having bigger problems to worry about at the moment. Though, she had to admit that it was getting really difficult to ignore the hand clinging to her coat, something she hadn't felt in a long time. 'Damnit, damnit, damnit, damnit, DAMNIT. Of all the people I could have wound up meeting, one of them had to be a little boy! Fuck my life!' Mary thought, grinding her teeth at the distraction she knew would bug her the entire battle.
"Hey, I thought Van Helsing hunted vampires. Plus, Indiana Jones wants his hat back, dou- I mean, idiot!" she shouted, glancing at Perceval. Unknowing that he knew little English, she decided she'd have to be careful about her mouth for the moment. Mary hated doing it, but she gently removed Perceval's hand from her coat and stepped forward, closer to the Tribunal men. Holding out her free hand, she quickly formed an ice shield, thick and heavy but almost as hard as stone. "I'm not looking for sympathy. And I could care less whether or not there is a God and who he's supporting here. One thing I do know is that I'm not gonna die without a fight, and one thing I'm gonna do is kick your ass."
Mary inwardly grimaced at her language, but decided one slip wouldn't hurt and waited until King had started firing before making her own move. She didn't waste time with the soldiers; previous battles had taught her that you had to strike the heart, the leader, or they would just regroup and the battle would be endless. Unfortunately, she still had a lot of soldiers to wade through, slowing her down significantly as she blocked with her shield and slashed, stabbed, or tripped any who got in her way. "Come and face me like a man, dam- dang it!"
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Post by nintendonut1 on May 1, 2010 12:04:59 GMT -5
"King, enough!" Fletcher growled, rewarding a nearby soldier with a bullet to the shoulder, and another with a jab to his gut with his knife. "And lass, don't waste energy on censoring yourself. Percy has heard worse, and frankly, he has yet to understand any of them anyway."
"Hehehe!" The hunter only lifted the blaster for now, humoring the winged heathen. "I would like to see you try!"
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Post by Felix Falora on May 1, 2010 12:18:59 GMT -5
"Ok then," Masahiro said, then muttered to his friends, "Do not look into my eyes." He repeated this for Perceval in French and then ripped his eyepatch off before opening his other eyes.
Blood red. No sign of white or black, just blood red. The eye was activated the moment he ripped the eyepatch off and he would not unactivate it until his enemies were driven into killing themselves.
The eye of madness.
Some of the soldiers looked into that eye, fixated by it. It seemed to hypnotize them when five suddenly turned around, looking at their leader. What they saw there was of different values to them. One saw him as a clown. He pointed and giggled, losing himself in laughter. One saw him as an angel and began to cling to him, but immediately let go screaming when another three looked at him and saw him as a monster. Raising their guns up, they began to open fire on their own master while others began to open fire on their non-hypnotized allies. The others, reacting on instinct, began to fire on themselves in defense as well. Blood shed everywhere and Masahiro just stared on ahead with a smirk.
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Post by Sweet_Chef (Ani) on May 3, 2010 0:12:05 GMT -5
"He has?! Thank God for that," Mary muttered, relieved by Fletcher's words as an annoying burden was lifted from her shoulders. She heard Masahiro's warning, but it didn't matter much to her since her back was to him; she guessed it was part of his power. "Got it! And you'd like to see me, huh? Fine. That can be arrang- what the Hell?" she gaped suddenly. Skidding to a halt with only a handful of soldiers separating herself from her target, Mary gawked at the army as chaos spread throughout the ranks.
"I don't know what the Hell is going on, but if it helps, I could care less!" She ran past the few remaining obstacles in her path, now just a short distance away from the hunter. Taking only a moment to aim and throw her arm back, she sent her weapon soaring through the air harpoon-end first at him. Mary didn't waste any time, holding out her hand and forming a replacement as quickly as her power allowed.
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Post by nintendonut1 on May 4, 2010 18:37:24 GMT -5
"GOOD GOD!!" Fletcher staggered back at the wide carnage, bumping into Masahiro. He was tempted to look back at the angel, but knew better, clinging to King instead. Percy hid his face away in Mary's coat, becuase so did he.
Watching his partners kill each other did not get the lead hunter to panic... but instead only whet his appetite. But he had to stop this before he got hurt. Grabbing one of the Holy Lasers from the nearest corpse, he cackled insanely and opened fire. It was time to extreminate these sinful rats!!
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Post by Felix Falora on May 4, 2010 20:15:54 GMT -5
Masahiro threw King, Fletcher, and Percy behind him, taking the bulk of the lazer-fire. "So long as you don't hit my friends, you won't win because I am not... wait, what?!" Masahiro's moment of shock came when the insane soldiers began to shake their heads, rub their eyes, and look back at their enemies with rage in their eyes. "My eye... it's... it's not working!"
"They negated your power?!" King yelled, but then gasped as he heard a loud bang and a bullet suddenly appeared in Masahiro's now negated eye.
"... ... ... Oh mother fucker," Masahiro said, his only remaining eye now wide as he noticed the guns trail on him. "Stay... behind... me..."
RAT-A-TAT-A-TAT-A-TAT-A-TAT-A-TAT-A!
No holy lazers were used. Masahiro was pumped to the brim with actual lead. He stayed up strong for quite a while, but eventually fell to the ground, unable to stand anymore and on the verge of death. King moved to help, but a quick shot later and he fell to the ground as well. Not posessing the endurance of Masahiro, he was immediately dispatched with a shot to the leg and had the barrel of a gun pressed to his head while holy lazers trailed on Fletcher, Perceval, and Mary.
"We underestimated these heathens, commander, but as always, we are victorious under God's eye," the soldier said. "Shall we finish them now?"
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Post by Sweet_Chef (Ani) on May 4, 2010 21:22:51 GMT -5
Mary cursed as her weapon missed its mark, now gripping a fresh spearpoon and raising her shield as she saw the leader raise his gun. She could feel Percy gripping her coat, felt him hiding in its blue folds, and more memories came flooding back. "D-Damnit, kid, now is really not the time...." she muttered, voice forced. However, Mary couldn't bring herself to pull away, blocking any stray bullets with her miniscule shield. By the time both Masahiro and King were down, there was barely anything left to it, the lead having chipped it away like an ice pick.
Glancing around, she ground her teeth together, realizing they were surrounded and completely at the mercy of these men. However, Mary knew their kind had no mercy for "heathens," and felt her heart pounding in her chest as her breathing quickened. "Fuuuuuck. Think, think, I am not going to die here, damnit...." she whispered under her breath. All she had was the jagged remains of a shield, her spearpoon, and her ice breath, none of which would be able to stop a dozen holy laser blasts at once. "Well, I'm at a loss. Got any ideas?" she whispered to Fletcher and Percy.
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Post by nintendonut1 on May 4, 2010 23:16:19 GMT -5
"MASAHIRO!!" Percy cried out, releasing Mary and dropping down to his love's side. "Non... non...!" he sobbed, holding him close.
Internally, Fletcher was panicking. Another blast from those lasers... if THAT didn't kill them...then...!
The hunter grinned manically, slowly raising the Holy Laser...
...only for it to be wrenched from his grasp. He looked up and gaped at the seemingly floating blaster until it smacked him in the face, effectively knocking him out.
The other soldiers gawked as whatever new force that had invaded grabbed more guns from soldiers' hands and disposed of them the same way. They desperately tried shooting into that space of air, their bullets bouncing off the surface, some striking others. The metallic-looking ripples caused by the bullets shined a blueish-violet, showing the form of the boy underneath as he unflinchingly subdued the rest.
(hehehe, testing out a new strategy here: Invisibility, with an also invisible, flexible force feild wrapped around his entire body)
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Post by Felix Falora on May 4, 2010 23:26:19 GMT -5
"Any last words heathen?" the soldier over King asked.
"... Fuck you," King spat.
The soldier made to pull the trigger when a gunshot from another area immediately dispatched him. King looked up and thought he saw a black boy standing in the trees. His eyes widened and he closed them to look further. It's supposed to be impossible. But I've seen countless impossible things here. The usage of magic, the birthing from men, and the existance of God... surely I should've been prepared for this.
"Dirty heathen!" A soldier, seeing the leader get knocked out by the "floating gun," trailed his lazer on Perceval. "I'll kill your friend! I'll...!"
SLASH!
Out of nowhere, he seems to appear like lightning. His pure white-wings were spread, glimmering in the sun, only to be stained red with blood. The man he cut through was cleaved in half, but to be sure of his victory, he delivered a horizontal slash that cut the man into four. Felix turned and looked at the other soldiers, a snarl on his face. "You would not listen to God's Judge then? Well maybe you'll listen to me... I am Felix Falora, God's Hand. I order you misguided fanatics to lay your arms down in the name of our King now or... suffer the dire consequences."
"You bastards messed with my boy," the boy in the tree said and King gasped, recognizing the voice. "Bitches remind me of Lawrence and his dumbass crew back in my world. I probably would've shot ya'll just 'cause of that, but you gonna get King involved in it? Hell no!" He jumped down, a sniper in his hand. "Try to pull that shit one more time and let's just say you bastards ain't gonna be alive much longer."
Felix, did you bring him here? You don't seem to be surprised, King thought. Queen... I thought you were dead... Does that mean they're back too? Jack... Deuce... Ace?
"An ingenious strategy, my dear," Felix said to the invisible Edward. "Between your force fields and my blade, they'll never touch you should they choose to continue resisting."
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