Diligent Gryphon's Crash Site

Darkstorm Zero wrote:The crash site of the Diligent Gryphon was another black mark on the near apocalyptic landscape of the ruins of the Guardian's Gorge. Another flame among the smouldering ruins carved out by Edgar Holden's colossal attack. The debris and strewn cargo of the civilian passenger airship was strewn about for miles in the scorched earth and broken rocks. Spontaneous fires sprouted here and there as globs of fuel and igniting agents flared up among the still blazing hot earth. Survivors crawled out of the wreckage. Some sobbing children, others shocked adults, all covered in torn clothing and blackened bodies littered by dirt and ash. A few of the more diligent tried to pick over the ruins looking for other survivors, injured, or to try and salvage anything useful until rescue arrived. First aid and medical kits were used up rapidly, as the injured far outweighed the healthy, but worse still, the dead outweighed them all... The corpses and body parts littered the area, as many were flung from the aircraft the moment it bounced, tearing holes into the hull.

The emergency rescue teams should not take long to reach them, but most assumed the ADN would hold them off until they could determin of it was safe to enter the valley that was once a narrow gorge...

Through the chaos and fires, many of the ADN and SFL members on furlough were doing what they could to help out the trapped civilians. In a particular area of the wreck, Cleo's lifeless corpse lay wide eyed, crushed against many seats that had broke her neck in the landing. She lay half bent over, looking out the broken window with cloudy obsidian eyes. A few minutes ago, one of the ADN soldiers that were off duty who had looked at her in a fantasizing sort of way checked her pulse only to find that she had none. He pulled her corpse from the wreckage and lay her alongside a few of the others who were not so lucky to make it, and for a few minutes she was laying face towards the sky, alone save the six other bodies she was lain beside. Her vacant eyes glassy looking upon a rolling blue sky, with her shiny lips slightly agape. Then they trembled. Her eyes blinked and her body made strange contorting movements as her neck realigned itself, her body twitched violently. Had any of the crash landing survivors seen her rise, they would have freaked out if not simply overreacted. The life returned to her eyes and she blinked, looking about herself, and then slowly sat up. She let out a soft exhale as the Tenik Revive needle fell from the sleeve of her coat, clanging onto the ground. She managed to barely inject herself in time before the 'black out'. Looking about, she removed the jacket from her waist, and let it drop, revealing her Dark Knight outfit. The holster on her back for her pistols still held both handguns and she was glad she had not been patted down or taken advantage of while in her 'deceased' state. I guess I'm still here, I can't waste anymore of those revives, I only have two more in my personal possession. I already used one for 'charity', and sorry to say I won't benefit from reviving any of these people. she thought coldly, looking about. She saw potential candidates for reviving, but she abandoned them as she made her way through the wreckage. She needed to find the rest of her gear, or make sure it was destroyed before she'd have to hoof it to Danton. Still, what the hell was that back there? That was highly unprecedented...that shock wave knocked out the engines... I'm surprised there were any survivors. Had we been higher...

She thought about why it was they had been so low in the first place. Though it really didn't concern Black Anubis, she personally was above more than furious, though her cold exterior hardly expressed much emotion. She would definitely stab her stiletto heel through their skull if she found the one responsible for the sabotage to begin with. She thought this while traversing down the slopes of the crash site.

Megalos waddled his way from the Lair where the Famine Beasts dwell, into the rocky and somewhat mountainous terrain of the Airship's crashsite. It was clear though, this was not the disturbance which awoke him, for there was a dim glow radiating from over the peaks behind the mountains which was not part of the crash site. "That was a rather large rumble..." he says out loud. With the true reason for his awakening obscured by mountains, his belly rumbled and he then turned his attention upon the crash site not too far from where he stood. "Welp, time for lunch!" he says excitedly, chuckling a little darkly as he approached the crash site for easy pickings and survivors.

Lancer's eyes shot open, cracked red with his crimson irises darting from east to west. His black lens sunglasses were cracked, and he was laying in the most uncomfortable of places, above rocks and hot metal. "I...live." he says softly, blinking up at the overcast sky that had tufts of greasy black smoke. The Hell... the weapon wasn't supposed to go off till after I got off in Beijio... did that strange shock wave set it off early? And what was the deal with that explosive force anyhow? He thought. He slowly removed himself, lifting his torso and instantly dropped his bald head into his open palm, feeling dizzy. He concentrated on his breathing, and quickly stabilized. His tailored suit was a mess, but the ballistic and physical defensive weaving protected him in the crash. The special black gloves he wore were still intact, and after a quick glance at his watch, found it's abilities were still functioning. He didn't have his briefcase which contained his MAGSEC-Elite-I-45Infiltrator-II; a powerful suppressed 10mm handgun perfect for solo missions like this one; the bullets would be warped by the suppressor, leaving little trace of the bullet's grooves. He gave himself a body check, but seemed fine. Any damage he sustained had quickly healed thanks to the Crimson Genes within him...

He slowly picked himself up from the wreckage around him, and stumbled slightly on the uneven footing. He scanned the wreckage carefully. Lancer reflected how he had been sent to hire Saeko Busujima to kill Alastor Grey upon orders from the higher ups. That was nearly a month ago, but Busujima never returned, nor did Alastor Grey seemingly. Whatever. As long as he was able to leave the scent of coal and fish behind him, he didn't care if the two had an all-nighter. He was making his return trip and took this extra job, thinking it would have panned out as easily as the destruction of the Beijio's ADN Station. The airship was to run aground in Beijio, but that didn't go as planned. However, he may have found a way to make up for this scenario. He thought of the off duty ADN and Scardian Foreign Legion troops on board. He hoped some survived, because he wasn't going to leave without making a 'scene'. It would be simple enough, if he found some. He remembered their faces, but depending on what happened he may have to dig around. The device, after all, wasn't exactly an explosive... and if it wasn't the cause of the crash he may need to collect it.

From as far as he could tell, Lancer was isolated from the main wreckage. There were no obvious survivors around him, which was fine by him. He brushed through the rubble at his feet, finding a dinner knife and half crushed bottle of water. He took them both, drinking a small portion of it while pocketing the knife. Looking to his right, past the mountains they had collided into, he watched a man and woman soar towards Jemial or Danton in the distance. His left eye, exposed behind the broken lenses of his dark shades could see them rather well thanks to the genetic enhancement of the aforementioned Crimson Genes. He would have to write that down in the report as well, once he was finished staging the first 'Act' to this play, that would eventually become 'all out war'.

Cleo continued through the rubble, making sure to keep away from survivors or the dying as best she could. The extent of the destruction seemed to be from structural reasons, for if an explosive device was involved she was sure it would have taken everything.

She ambled her way down a path, her weapons at the ready as she sneaked through the debris field, using large structural elements from the airship as cover. She eventually came to an open area, then noticed a string of cases, one of which appeared to be hers. She was about to claim it when she darted behind steel plating, having spotted movement from the field ahead of her. She knelt down, handgun removed from her right, cocking back the slide and pressing her shoulder against the metal cover. She kept an ear open, careful not to stray too far around cover...

Lancer, thanks to his watch, located his brief case at long last. He still wore the shades, as it helped reduce intensity of the flames some as he still was rather injured. He looked about, not seeing any obvious signs of life before he walked over to his nearly undamaged brief case. He was kneeling down when he spotted two civs begin to approach him.

"Hey man, you alright?" one called out, and upon closer inspection he noticed the ADN dog tags. He turned his head away, his exposed crimson eye glancing at the outstretched right hand of a dead or dying SFL soldier, and grabbed the hand, flattening his right hand over it. The data copied and flipped to present the correct grooves and features as the CKB soldier turned to face the men directly, remaining silent as they approached. He grabbed the blade he pocketed from earlier, and waited for them to approach.

"Looks like this area is clear Scot, I'll go ahead and get Conner." Said the other ADN off duty soldier. "Okay, just be sure to inform the Captain we've got one more for treatment." the one addressed as Scot replied, turning his head away from the CKB soldier. Lance took this moment, getting to his feet and then grabbed Scot's left shoulder as he drove the dinner knife with his enhanced strength through the man's back, severing the spine. Scot went wide eyed as he dropped, twitching and with mouth agape. The other man, shocked, fumbled reaching for his gun but was struck by Lance's open palm in the face. He fumbled, tripping over debris onto his back. Lance turned to the paralyzed Scot, finding an ADN handgun on him. "Suppose this will have to do.." he says in a quiet tone, lifting the weapon with his right hand, and turned to the ADN soldier who was recovering from his palm strike. He spun the weapon with a gunslinger's grace, turning to the soldier with the weapon raised in one steady hand and fired once.

BANG

The 9mm tore through the grunt's skull before he even had the chance to raise his weapon. He sighed, turning to Scot. He tossed the handgun to the side, letting it clink against ash, rock and debris.

"Y-you..bastard...wh-why...?"

He removed his glasses, his crimson eyes bore into the cadet's with impassiveness. Wordlessly, he turned to the SFL soldier, and searched his body. He found a knife, grabbing it with his right hand before returning to the recruit. He removed the dinner knife from Scot's back, the man screaming before the blade was replaced with the combat knife. Lance ground it into the recruit, twisting and grinding before leaving it. The prints of the SFL soldier on all of the murder implements, he left Scot to bleed out without vindication.

He returned to his brief case, the print data on his right hand glove fading before he went through the process of unlocking it. He removed the MAGSEC-Elite-I-45Infiltrator-II from the case, checking the pockets for ammunition. Checking the gun for damage before heading out, he flips off the safety turning to the other bags strewn about. He blinks, hearing a faint beeping due to heightened hearing thanks to the Crimson Genes, beeping similar to the armed bomb he had planted. He walks over to the field of luggage bags, and carefully lifts the explosive device which was hidden by a leather bag. He frowned, having carefully plotted this sabotage for weeks but now having to resort to disarming his device...

Crunch

His eyes narrow and predatory, turning quickly with his Infiltrator leveled at debris, the laser pointer dancing across the metal cover. He pulled the trigger, letting silenced 10mm shots fire into the metallic surface with two three round bursts. The rounds punched through the metal with ease, leaving smoking holes behind. He sets the explosive down, bringing the left hand up to aid the right as he cautiously and silently walked over to whee he had shot his gun. None were allowed to know what he had done here. He slowly sweeps the weapon as he turns around the impromptu cover, firing another three round burst as he did.

Crimson Knight Brigade wrote:Lancer, thanks to his watch, located his brief case at long last. He still wore the shades, as it helped reduce intensity of the flames some as he still was rather injured. He looked about, not seeing any obvious signs of life before he walked over to his nearly undamaged brief case. He was kneeling down when he spotted two civs begin to approach him.

"Hey man, you alright?" one called out, and upon closer inspection he noticed the ADN dog tags. He turned his head away, his exposed crimson eye glancing at the outstretched right hand of a dead or dying SFL soldier, and grabbed the hand, flattening his right hand over it. The data copied and flipped to present the correct grooves and features as the CKB soldier turned to face the men directly, remaining silent as they approached. He grabbed the blade he pocketed from earlier, and waited for them to approach.

"Looks like this area is clear Scot, I'll go ahead and get Conner." Said the other ADN off duty soldier. "Okay, just be sure to inform the Captain we've got one more for treatment." the one addressed as Scot replied, turning his head away from the CKB soldier. Lance took this moment, getting to his feet and then grabbed Scot's left shoulder as he drove the dinner knife with his enhanced strength through the man's back, severing the spine. Scot went wide eyed as he dropped, twitching and with mouth agape. The other man, shocked, fumbled reaching for his gun but was struck by Lance's open palm in the face. He fumbled, tripping over debris onto his back. Lance turned to the paralyzed Scot, finding an ADN handgun on him. "Suppose this will have to do.." he says in a quiet tone, lifting the weapon with his right hand, and turned to the ADN soldier who was recovering from his palm strike. He spun the weapon with a gunslinger's grace, turning to the soldier with the weapon raised in one steady hand and fired once.

BANG

The 9mm tore through the grunt's skull before he even had the chance to raise his weapon. He sighed, turning to Scot. He tossed the handgun to the side, letting it clink against ash, rock and debris.

"Y-you..bastard...wh-why...?"

He removed his glasses, his crimson eyes bore into the cadet's with impassiveness. Wordlessly, he turned to the SFL soldier, and searched his body. He found a knife, grabbing it with his right hand before returning to the recruit. He removed the dinner knife from Scot's back, the man screaming before the blade was replaced with the combat knife. Lance ground it into the recruit, twisting and grinding before leaving it. The prints of the SFL soldier on all of the murder implements, he left Scot to bleed out without vindication.

He returned to his brief case, the print data on his right hand glove fading before he went through the process of unlocking it. He removed the MAGSEC-Elite-I-45Infiltrator-II from the case, checking the pockets for ammunition. Checking the gun for damage before heading out, he flips off the safety turning to the other bags strewn about. He blinks, hearing a faint beeping due to heightened hearing thanks to the Crimson Genes, beeping similar to the armed bomb he had planted. He walks over to the field of luggage bags, and carefully lifts the explosive device which was hidden by a leather bag. He frowned, having carefully plotted this sabotage for weeks but now having to resort to disarming his device...

Crunch

His eyes narrow and predatory, turning quickly with his Infiltrator leveled at debris, the laser pointer dancing across the metal cover. He pulled the trigger, letting silenced 10mm shots fire into the metallic surface with two three round bursts. The rounds punched through the metal with ease, leaving smoking holes behind. He sets the explosive down, bringing the left hand up to aid the right as he cautiously and silently walked over to whee he had shot his gun. None were allowed to know what he had done here. He slowly sweeps the weapon as he turns around the impromptu cover, firing another three round burst as he did.

The burst fire did not hit his intended target, as the three 10mm's zoomed past Cleo and into the dirt behind her. A disembodied hand held the barrel of the smoking CKB weapon, coming from a shimmering silver mist. The hand was gloved, the fingers were pale skinned, almost deathly in comparison. The fist held on with ease, but the CKB asshole wouldn't be able to pull away or direct his aim as the mist began to take further shape, forming into a human like form that then took a solid shape. A cloak and cape flapped at his left side, his ruby red eyes gleaming from behind the strands of black hair covering his face. They were piercing, unforgiving eyes of a man who has killed many in his life, and carried the weight of such into his soul. A man or beast, who by the look of him, who wouldn't mind adding the CKB soldier before him to that carry weight.

Grimoire brought his right leg up in a quick blur, under the CKB soldier's chin, the force of which was enough to send the human flying back into an arc, and be disarmed of his weapon. Grim lowered his leg, still holding the barrel of the weapon. "I was a little slow there..." he mumbled, pulling back the slide whilst ejecting the magazine. A single bullet leaped from the chamber while the mag clashed onto the rocky surface below. He tossed the weapon towards the CKB soldier's feet. "You have three options: Get the hell out of here, pick up that gun but leave everyone else out of it, or die like a dog. I'll give you a moment to decide your fate." he says before turning to the woman. He didn't say a word to her, but scanned her over carefully for signs of aggression or of injury. None was present injury wise, but she did have a suspicious air about her.

Cleo remained silent as well, backing away slowly with her weapon trained on CKB Soldier behind the new arrival. Her cold, obsidian eyes contrasted with the ruby red of the individual before her, glancing to their piercing leer briefly. She remained silent, and stoic; not wanting to thank her clearly inhuman saviour, expressing this with a raised brow and an indifferent expression which visibly read: "What? You expecting praise for saving me?"

"Hmp.." She grunted, pushing past the slightly taller man. Unlike the lanky and pallid Gunslinger, she wasn't going to give the CKB Soldier any quarter, levelling the pistol in her right hand to the lain out body of the nameless individual, and fired a round.

Cleo Arunari wrote:Cleo remained silent as well, backing away slowly with her weapon trained on CKB Soldier behind the new arrival. Her cold, obsidian eyes contrasted with the ruby red of the individual before her, glancing to their piercing leer briefly. She remained silent, and stoic; not wanting to thank her clearly inhuman saviour, expressing this with a raised brow and an indifferent expression which visibly read: "What? You expecting praise for saving me?"

"Hmp.." She grunted, pushing past the slightly taller man. Unlike the lanky and pallid Gunslinger, she wasn't going to give the CKB Soldier any quarter, levelling the pistol in her right hand to the lain out body of the nameless individual, and fired a round.

Like he had with the CKB soldier, he seemed to appear, but this time he remained solid instead of becoming mist, using his Vampiric speed to position himself beside the woman in black, his right hand pushed nonchalantly to the right, across her chest with his lower palm pushing her wrist before she made her shot. The action looked like something an older sibling would do to a younger one, as if to push them or guide them away from something silly or from being annoying. The result was, her bullet struck the earth to the left of the CKB Grunt. He gripped her wrist lightly, turning to Cleo over his shoulder so she could see his glowing red eyes in full. "No... I gave him a chance to decide for himself. Not everything has to be settled with bloodshed." he says wisely, glaring deeply into her obsidian eyes before returning his attention to the CKB Soldier in silence, his hand still around Cleo's wrist, in case she tried to shoot the man again. Grimoire wasn't really a pacifist, not in any means. However, he preferred to give his enemies a choice before he would have to force his hand. After all, he was now unemployed, he didn't have to kill or threaten anyone against his own judgment any more.

Cleo sharply turned to the Vampire's face, her eyes expressing cold hatred and annoyance for his involvement. She grunted again, but this time spoke up in an icy, venomous tone: "I don't really care what you're doing, so much as the idiotic way you are doing it. Interfere, and I will have to deal with you as well."

She began to yank her arm, his strength was impressive, granted that he wasn't human. She huffed, pulling at it with her free left hand before she decided to go over his head and yank the lefty handgun of the identical pair she wielded. She set the barrel against the back of Vampire's neck, aiming up from the base. "Unhand me, or I will shoot you." she threatened.

Grim remain unflinching, never taking his eyes off the CKB soldier ahead of him as he quietly conversed with the woman in black. "Unhand? I see no reason to maim a beautiful young woman, even if she's a bit prideful." he replied dryly, upon feeling the weapon on his neck. "Disagreeing with me is one thing, and yes, I would expect a level of annoyance from you. However...did the crash do a number on your skull? Look at what you're doing... do your current actions benefit you? Allies come from odd places, I would recommend opening your eyes and recognize such before you begin pointing weapons at them. Perhaps I misjudged you, I thought you may have been a professional." He said calmly, but with an intentional patronizing tone.

Grimoire Valentine wrote:Grim remain unflinching, never taking his eyes off the CKB soldier ahead of him as he quietly conversed with the woman in black. "Unhand? I see no reason to maim a beautiful young woman, even if she's a bit prideful." he replied dryly, upon feeling the weapon on his neck. "Disagreeing with me is one thing, and yes, I would expect a level of annoyance from you. However...did the crash do a number on your skull? Look at what you're doing... do your current actions benefit you? Allies come from odd places, I would recommend opening your eyes and recognize such before you begin pointing weapons at them. Perhaps I misjudged you, I thought you may have been a professional." He said calmly, but with an intentional patronizing tone.

She narrowed her eyes, her brows angling and her lips pressed into a frown. "Why you..." she whispered, her cool voice wavering in anger, her hands gripping both of her weapons tightly. She really wanted to shoot him, just out of spite, but listening to his words made her realize she'd be falling for his taunt. She closed her eyes, sighing heavily as she shakily removed the barrel of her weapon from his neck. "Pain in the ass..." she sighed. "I am a professional, so we are clear." she added, huffing.

Cleo Arunari wrote:

Grimoire Valentine wrote:Grim remain unflinching, never taking his eyes off the CKB soldier ahead of him as he quietly conversed with the woman in black. "Unhand? I see no reason to maim a beautiful young woman, even if she's a bit prideful." he replied dryly, upon feeling the weapon on his neck. "Disagreeing with me is one thing, and yes, I would expect a level of annoyance from you. However...did the crash do a number on your skull? Look at what you're doing... do your current actions benefit you? Allies come from odd places, I would recommend opening your eyes and recognize such before you begin pointing weapons at them. Perhaps I misjudged you, I thought you may have been a professional." He said calmly, but with an intentional patronizing tone.

She narrowed her eyes, her brows angling and her lips pressed into a frown. "Why you..." she whispered, her cool voice wavering in anger, her hands gripping both of her weapons tightly. She really wanted to shoot him, just out of spite, but listening to his words made her realize she'd be falling for his taunt. She closed her eyes, sighing heavily as she shakily removed the barrel of her weapon from his neck. "Pain in the ass..." she sighed. "I am a professional, so we are clear." she added, huffing.

"Clearly." he said in a patronizing reply to her remark being a professional. "From your laconic demeanor, I'd say you've been doing things solo for a while. Solo work has it's benefits, but has its drawbacks as well." he began again. "Paranoia is one of those drawbacks. You can't register who is a potential ally, unless you've had plenty of experience with them prior. Its a paradox in the information procurement business, but you learn to trust and make use of people whom you would otherwise not want to turn your eyes away from. Have a little trust in me, as I haven't had to use any real force to bend either of you to my will. Think of it in this manner: I've gone through efforts to give this guy a chance to run by disarming him, all I am doing to you is holding your wrist."

Grimoire Valentine wrote:

Cleo Arunari wrote:

Grimoire Valentine wrote:Grim remain unflinching, never taking his eyes off the CKB soldier ahead of him as he quietly conversed with the woman in black. "Unhand? I see no reason to maim a beautiful young woman, even if she's a bit prideful." he replied dryly, upon feeling the weapon on his neck. "Disagreeing with me is one thing, and yes, I would expect a level of annoyance from you. However...did the crash do a number on your skull? Look at what you're doing... do your current actions benefit you? Allies come from odd places, I would recommend opening your eyes and recognize such before you begin pointing weapons at them. Perhaps I misjudged you, I thought you may have been a professional." He said calmly, but with an intentional patronizing tone.

She narrowed her eyes, her brows angling and her lips pressed into a frown. "Why you..." she whispered, her cool voice wavering in anger, her hands gripping both of her weapons tightly. She really wanted to shoot him, just out of spite, but listening to his words made her realize she'd be falling for his taunt. She closed her eyes, sighing heavily as she shakily removed the barrel of her weapon from his neck. "Pain in the ass..." she sighed. "I am a professional, so we are clear." she added, huffing.

"Clearly." he said in a patronizing reply to her remark being a professional. "From your laconic demeanor, I'd say you've been doing things solo for a while. Solo work has it's benefits, but has its drawbacks as well." he began again. "Paranoia is one of those drawbacks. You can't register who is a potential ally, unless you've had plenty of experience with them prior. Its a paradox in the information procurement business, but you learn to trust and make use of people whom you would otherwise not want to turn your eyes away from. Have a little trust in me, as I haven't had to use any real force to bend either of you to my will. Think of it in this manner: I've gone through efforts to give this guy a chance to run by disarming him, all I am doing to you is holding your wrist."

"And pissing me off..." she added to his final statement. "Hmmph..." she grumbled, having felt drained from this conversation. She's rarely spoken this much outside of Anubia, let alone within the order itself. This guy had a strange aura about him, and given the current circumstances outside of just shooting him, she was mentally exhausted and after all she had just been through, may as well give in to the being's eccentricity. "You're an ass, you know that?" she replied, vexed.

While the two had conversed and fought among themselves, Lancer slipped a spare mag from his pocket to his hand and grabbed the gun which was tossed to him. "A vampire freak huh?" He spat, his chin still aching from the blow. He slowly rose to his feet and pulled back the slide of his weapon. "How about a fourth option? Where I kill you both." He pointed the weapon at the bag which contained the explosive. "There's a bomb in that package. Shooting it, will turn this area into a crater. You know why I wouldn't mind doing something like that? Well, that's because I know you two won't push me to do that." he says, smiling. "I've got insurance. They won't let me die. As for you two, well, the explosive's got enough power to even vaporize you Vamp." he chuckles, side stepping carefully. "Hand over your weapons, and I'll kill the woman painlessly. Unfortunately, there isn't an easy way to painlessly kill that which is already dead, Vampire."

Cleo Arunari wrote:
"And pissing me off..." she added to his final statement. "Hmmph..." she grumbled, having felt drained from this conversation. She's rarely spoken this much outside of Anubia, let alone within the order itself. This guy had a strange aura about him, and given the current circumstances outside of just shooting him, she was mentally exhausted and after all she had just been through, may as well give in to the being's eccentricity. "You're an ass, you know that?" she replied, vexed.

Grim shrugged. "It is what it is." he replied dryly back.

Crimson Knight Brigade wrote:While the two had conversed and fought among themselves, Lancer slipped a spare mag from his pocket to his hand and grabbed the gun which was tossed to him. "A vampire freak huh?" He spat, his chin still aching from the blow. He slowly rose to his feet and pulled back the slide of his weapon. "How about a fourth option? Where I kill you both." He pointed the weapon at the bag which contained the explosive. "There's a bomb in that package. Shooting it, will turn this area into a crater. You know why I wouldn't mind doing something like that? Well, that's because I know you two won't push me to do that." he says, smiling. "I've got insurance. They won't let me die. As for you two, well, the explosive's got enough power to even vaporize you Vamp." he chuckles, side stepping carefully. "Hand over your weapons, and I'll kill the woman painlessly. Unfortunately, there isn't an easy way to painlessly kill that which is already dead, Vampire."

Grim sighed. "No, as I said boy, there are only three options for you to choose from..." he says, releasing the woman's wrist, letting his arm drop to his thigh. He positioned himself in front of her, so that she would not get struck by the arrogant punk's bullets. "You chose to die like a dog."

His hand clenched the curved grove of the pistol's grip delicately, his movement graceful as he drew the weapon with his Gunslinger abilities and his Vampiric agility both at max, his focus garnered in his action as he drew the weapon first with unnatural speed, the tri-barrel revolver raising to be level with his target:

BLAM!

The barrels of his weapon flashed as three forty-five long colt projectiles left the grooved cylinders, soaring between the space that was in front of both Grimoire and Lancer within a blink of an eye, the trio of rounds ready to slam into Lancer's hand and weapon!

With her hand free, Cleopatra side stepped the Vampire, raising her handguns with a grunt. She wasn't too in awe of the creature's quickdraw, if she were a Vampire she'd be capable of such agility as well! She fired both her guns upon the man, each of which carried the small caliber armor piercing rounds.

Misao Kamiya wrote:

Darkstorm Zero wrote:
Before Misao's blow could strike, the titan flipped backwards and out of her reach, then began hovering in the air. "You say that within your own mind, but can you truly claim so in your soul? Look again..." The demon sneered, as her hand cast out again, except this time, instead of orange hellfire, she unleashed numberless violet purple and bright sky blue sparks across the graveyard world they occupied.

The blue sparks landed first... changing into transparent, illuminated copies of people. Humans, in various state of injury, both physically and mentally. Many of the spiritual representations were bereft of a limb or two. Some were laying in pools of blood, one seemed to be split almost completely in half vertically... the whispered cried of the dead could be heard on the barest or fearing perceptions. voices Misao had thought long dead.

Then the purple sparks touched down. These were representations of monsters, beasts, demons, and evil beings who had hunted down those innocents with a berzerker rage, and bloodlust triggered by Misao's cursed hex.

"No matter what you do, no matter where you go, no matter how hard you squirm, you brought on the death of thousands, and there was nothing you could do to stop it... save destroying yourself and taking the Hex with you." the evil titaness mocked jeeringly, as the negative energy she fed into Misao's hex mark intensified the memories. The purple spirits attacked the blue ones. Weapons of various kinds used to kill. Swords, spears, axes, carved into the injured spirits with a fervor no mortal should be capable of summoning.

A blue spirit crouched over the corpse of a large wolfhound, crying, and looking fearfully at a purple spirit, who caressed her cheek gently. But the rage on his face was inescapable, and the blue girl knew what was going to happen. A flare of energy gathered in the purple spirits outstretched hand for just a moment, before it exploded, taking the girls head with it. The purple spirits eyes then turned to Misao in anger and greif over what he had just done to his own daughter.

"You even poison families to bloodshed and madness... You have become a virus on your own people. Wallow in your despair Misao Kamiya, then, when you have ripened, I will feast on your tormented soul."

Misao's blade slammed into the sand, and she covered her face after the fiery blasts boomed around her. She turned, looking to the shapes. "N-no! I..." she exclaimed, her heart dipping into her stomach. "Stop! Please! Leave them alone, it's me--stop killing them, its me you want!" she exclaimed, gasping sharply at the sight of the girl crouched over the wolf hound. "No... please, don't..." she pleaded, beads of tears rolling down her yellow cheeks as she tried to approach the spirits, her hands leaving her scythe embedded into the silty sand. She realized as she got closer, the purple figure took the little girls head.

"NO!" Misao shrieked. Flashes of holding her sister's hand, feeling the warmth of that strange creature's mouth, despite its size swallow her sister whole. Of being spared by her guardian who died not too long ago as he sacrificed himself, and was swallowed alive by a giant sand worm. Misao sniffled, feeling hot tears drip down her cheeks as she fell to her knees, her fingers lacing at lace edges of her dress. "Shu-shut up!" She exclaimed, not wanting to hear the Demoness's jeering any more. "I-I can't take those lives back. I..." She drew the pistol from her thigh, slowly cradling it in her hands. "I...." she brought the twin barrels under her chin. She had two thoughts running inside her:

Pull the trigger. End both your suffering and those around you from a worse fate. You don't deserve this fate. Didn't ask for it. Whats the point to living such a dangerous existence? End it now...ease your quelled body...

Drop the gun. Survive, see to it that the Kamiya family lives on, live for the numerous lives which fell for you. There is a chance you can beat this. There is always someone willing to help, and you will push through this!

Her hands shook, the suicide pistol in her hand rattling with the two point four-five shells jingling in their enclosed cases. She winced, the trigger easing back slowly...before her finger relaxed. "I....I cant...." she says weakly, her hand dropping between her breasts, the gun leaving her hand as it fell into her lap. She leaned over, her large breasts hanging and bobbing while the tears kept flowing. "I...can't allow myself to die!" she exclaimed. "If suffering is my penance for my Sin, I will bear this pain..." she gulped, snuffling as the purple figures gathered around her.

Younger Misao: "You're such a baby--"

Misao blinked, turning to one of the purple lights. She gasped, her body shivering as she saw a reflection of her younger self, bullying one of the deformed kids in Ithtecca. "No...." she said in a small, scared voice. "I've seen this already... don't... don't show me this aga-"

Misao kicked the boy in the face, his teeth spilling onto the street. "Ugh....you got blood on my Mary Janes! Such a filthy boy!" Misao exclaimed, stomping her heel onto the boy's crippled arm, grinding it. Misao seemed to smile, as young and stupid she was at that time, as well as very cruel. "That sloped skull must be effecting your manners you filthy little troll," she snorted, her sisters backing her up with just as cruel a grin, as Misao then kicked the kid in the chest. "Did you honestly think we'd play with such an ugly, filthy little bug like you? You're a zit, a puss filled blemish that the ADN has to put our money, the great Kamiya families fortune into supporting! All to fill your Mother and Father's bellies full of liquor and mead!" She said cruelly, slamming her toe into the child's ribs. "Get out of here, and don't ever cross our paths again you little cockroach!" She exclaimed, her siblings behind her agreeing as they began to pelt the crying child with pebbles and stones, the poor boy running into an alley to escape their wraith.


"STAAAAHP!!!" Misao whined, her eyes wide and wavering as she went to grab at the image of herself which faded as she fell through it, falling to her knees again as she cried. It wasn't too soon after that scene that Misao's eldest sister and brother got ill. Then the witch was involved. Then... the Hex's began to appear on their chests...

She quivered, as other cruel memories she had growing up as a spoiled, rotten blemish of humanity. She covered her ears, still hearing that boy's cries. "Shut up! SHUT UP!!" she shrieked.

Grim paused, feeling a powerful presence, and a cry of twisted torment. He backed up, still leveling his weapon at the CKB soldier. Such torture... and pain... He looked about, it felt odd but he thought he could sense a...veil, barely covering this world. He had to wonder what was going on through it.

Several of the Hellish monsters not destroyed when Edgar had disintegrated their dark tower began to return from their long distance recon and scouting missions, only to find not a gorge but a valley.

Several of what appeared to be massive floating heads, lead by the multi-armed big black monster descended from the skies to survey the location of what had once been their base.



These were swiftly followed by perplexed mutants piloting a set of small air recon vehicles that seemed heavily armed...



"Hrrrr... base destroyed. Gorge destroyed. Retaliate!" the massive black floating head roared out in it's alien language, before it's eyes turned on the mulling civilians, and the gunshot that killed the CKB member focusted that attention on Grim and Cleo.

Black cored crimson lightning began to build in the creatures maw, hands and eyes. "Terminate everyone in valley!" the creature roared out, even as it belched out balls of energy that erupted ribbons and streams of black and red energy all over the place.

(OOC: By black cored red lightning, I was going for an effect similar to this:
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Lancer's reflexes were hardly able to keep up with the vampire, the bullets removing his gun from his possession. He gritted his teeth, body moving as Cleo went in for the supposed kill, his Crimson Genes kicking into over drive as he manages to avoid her fire, rolling into cover to avoid further assault. He exhaled, looking down at his bleeding hand. "Shit..!" he exclaimed, hastily wrapping the wound when his attention turned to the Demons arriving. "Remnants? Shit, about time reinforcements arrived..." he says, waiting for them to fly in so he could make his way out of there.

(been too long, killing things now lol )

The CKB agent had time to dodge the Vampire's gun shots, but in doing so landed into her line of fire! The twin pistols blared evenly, discharging their bright light and small caliber yet highly penetrative rounds into the Agent's body! Unable to dodge further with his body as he was distracted by the odd new arrivals, Cleo unloaded both of her handgun's full magazines into his body! Once both guns ran empty, she ejected the mags and slid in a fresher pair, the slides flying back into their standard locked positions. Armed and ready she turns to the bizarre new arrivals, and begins to unload upon them! She kicks up the supposed bomb towards the cluster of them, the damning explosive device entering the throat of one of the hapless demon entities which made them inflate like a balloon!

She grits her teeth, stepping back, before pushing the vampire down for cover, the two rolling down a steep incline while the cluster of demons became radiated by an intense plume of flame and smoke!

BANG!!!

Gore and chunks rained all over, the explosion knocked the pair further away from the crash site as well! The blast would have killed everyone in the area if not for the unique demon's physiology, no doubt killing its comrades in the process with shrapnel and sheer force. Cleo hadn't seen anything like it before, and she only managed a quick glimpse of its sheer power before something clonked her head, and sent her back into the abyss of unconsciousness again.

Cleo Arunari wrote:(been too long, killing things now lol )

The CKB agent had time to dodge the Vampire's gun shots, but in doing so landed into her line of fire! The twin pistols blared evenly, discharging their bright light and small caliber yet highly penetrative rounds into the Agent's body! Unable to dodge further with his body as he was distracted by the odd new arrivals, Cleo unloaded both of her handgun's full magazines into his body! Once both guns ran empty, she ejected the mags and slid in a fresher pair, the slides flying back into their standard locked positions. Armed and ready she turns to the bizarre new arrivals, and begins to unload upon them! She kicks up the supposed bomb towards the cluster of them, the damning explosive device entering the throat of one of the hapless demon entities which made them inflate like a balloon!

She grits her teeth, stepping back, before pushing the vampire down for cover, the two rolling down a steep incline while the cluster of demons became radiated by an intense plume of flame and smoke!

BANG!!!

Gore and chunks rained all over, the explosion knocked the pair further away from the crash site as well! The blast would have killed everyone in the area if not for the unique demon's physiology, no doubt killing its comrades in the process with shrapnel and sheer force. Cleo hadn't seen anything like it before, and she only managed a quick glimpse of its sheer power before something clonked her head, and sent her back into the abyss of unconsciousness again.  

Between the demonic presence appearing and then quickly subdued by the woman in black, Grimoire grabbed hold of the woman as they were sent careening down the slope. He covered the woman's body with his grandfather's cape, shielding her from the effects of the blast as they tumbled down the steep slope of the crater. The explosion sent chunks and gore all over, and the cape protected them somewhat from the messy deaths of multiple demons. Once they finally stopped tumbling, Grimoire pulled away his cape, holding the limp woman in his arms. His injuries were superficial from the blast, singed skin that would heal over time or with a decent feeding. He glanced down at her beautiful unconscious form, her large breasts bobbing like jello behind her skimpy leather top. He smirked at her general appearance, reminded of his human days. You remind me of Director Shinitase... Mika had a similar endowment, but she was less crazed than you are my dear, and that woman was absolutely a ball of energy with the amount of coffee she downed. He parted the womans hair, then looked back up the fiery slope high above the ridge line of the crater. He furrowed his brows, thinking of the blast which killed the demons, and of the demons themselves. Not your typical breed... I wonder if this means... its truly time. Lord Bladebreaker, Steven... Zero. Has the promised day finally come? He thought, frowning before he thought he recognized the gear the woman wore. He played with her zipper between her breasts, the ankh and the markings he traced upon her breasts, in a manner more on inspection than being lecherous to the helpless human woman. Followers of Bastet... but the relief embossed upon the leather of her chest is that of the Teronian Crow... and the style of armor is similar to some of the equipment that the Council members had but I see some inspiration from Forerunner designs. Wait, could this be the sect of the military group supervised under Oromov and Vivian Wu? They must have went under when Galideno was destroyed. Hmm... I wonder if any of the two have found means to preserve their notes or even their essence into this new age. I'll have to mark this woman, and see where she can lead me. Grimoire thought, lifting the woman's head gently.

He returned to checking her body for wounds, finding nothing serious thankfully due to the cape protecting her. The black shadowy material reformed where it was damaged. It was Sirius the Shadow's Cape, and was worn by his Grandfather and by Master Zero before Grim himself took it up. The War God relic was unique, and it had its purposes, and thankfully tailoring it was never a problem as any fabric torn was almost instantly repaired. When he was sure the woman was safe, he closed his eyes and dipped his face to her neck. She had a pleasant scent upon her flesh, which made the next part just as easy as he went from kissing her neck gently, to widening his mouth. His pointed, needle like fangs dimpled her flesh before slipping through. Her pulsating neck rhythmically thrummed, allowing him to feel her heart beat and feel the warmth of mortality past. He closed his garnet eyes, drinking the woman, Cleo Arunari, deeply. Her name appeared before him like a psychic link, which would no doubt be felt on her end after he was finished drinking her blood. He could see her past and present line up like snippets of movie clips, and of the training she had. Black Anubis? He questioned his mind. Curious to figure more, he had another concern needing to be taken care of.

He removed his lips from her quivering neck, blood dripping from her wounds. He lapped the blood gently and romantically almost in pace, gliding over the holes in her neck where her wounds began to close, healing up as if he never bit her. There would be side effects though, pain in the neck where he had bitten her, weakness, and the psychic link which would last between them for a few days. At most, she'd be having sexual fantasies of seeing him. To this, Grim would be flustered, but it came with the territory of being a Vampire and drinking from a sleeping victim. For the victim, it be a passing phase completely orchestrated by their own imaginations after all.

He stood up, laying her upon the surface of the crater floor. Looking about he saw no other danger, and took this time to find that woman who called for help beyond the veil. He closed his eyes, wrapping his cape around himself, and slipped through the plains of existence thanks to the skills he picked up in that... other world. Dark matter forming around the vampire chosen by the planet, Grimoire Valentine seemingly vanished, to help locate this 'Misao Kamiya' in need of assistance.

Cleopatra's long lashes fluttered, her face contorting to that of quiet irritation, her body reacting to the pointed pricks of Grimoire's fangs digging into the flesh of her neck. Her body quivered lightly in his gentle embrace, her body heated supernaturally as images of Grimoire's past flashed around her mindscape. This detestable vampire's name is Grimoire... one of the last Galideno survivors still alive in the present? T.I.R.S... Red 5ive... She thought, floating in her subconscious as she saw the irritating figure in front of her. She grits her teeth, and goes to swipe at him, when he suddenly flashes to her instead, catching her offensive hand! Startled, yet not deterred, Cleo struggles and shows her clenched teeth fiercely at the vampire! Grrrrrr... why do you keep pissing me off?! She growled, her breasts bobbing and swaying vigorously with her heated struggles, feeling his other arm around her lower back, pulling her into a close and personal bridal carry. She kicks her legs, before his arm shifts down behind her knees; his other hand lets go of her wrist and slides around her right shoulder. Eyes wide, she begins to sheepishly retreat from his face's advance despite being trapped in his arms! She whimpers with anxiety, her eyes focused on his lips and the pointed fangs behind them--!

Mmmph?! Her muffled gasp, and surprised expression persisted, her lips busy with Grimoire's as they had planted themselves upon her own! The flustered Cleo cannot remove herself from the tight embrace. She blinks, confused by his romantic intentions, the feeling of his soft lips upon her own, of his tongue slipping against hers just slightly. She tries to wiggle out from the tight, seductive embrace and with her struggles... found it exceedingly hard not to give in. Her body felt warmer, her pelvis tingling with excitement as her flower tickled with curiosity! She found her eyelids relaxing, her vision lidded, her struggles weakening and her body giving in by lust. She instead pulls himself against her, closing her eyes as she finally reciprocates his actions. She feels like she is floating, and so she locks her slender yet shapely thighs around his waist to anchor herself, deepening their kiss. Her breasts rolled up and flattened against his slender body; her passionate low moans echoing the recesses of her mind...

Cleo lay there after Grimoire vanished. Still unconscious, cheeks flustered pink while her hand clenched her lower belly and weak moans escaped her lips in a passionate manner...

Megalos waddled the crash site. He had to wonder where his Lord, Sein, had been. He took an awfully long vacation, that was for sure! Pickings were slim in the crater where the giant airship had crashed following that larger explosion. But soon they were slim... yet plumpy!

His nostrils flared at the scent which caused him to turn and see the comatose woman that lay upon the floor of the crater. She was slender, yet supported wide hips and a well endowed rack! His jaws were already foaming with excitement! His massive feet crunched the loose stone and gravel of mountainside blown away, his weight adding a rumble to his movement.

POUND....POUND... POUND....

The earth shook, his shadow now lain over the idle woman. He compared her size in proportion to himself:



The dragon smirked at his luck! He reached down and slipped his claws around her dainty, uncovered waist and began to pull her up! He wanted to know if she yet lived, or not.

Cleo continued to float in the weightless environment, as if hovering through the clouds. Powered by lust, the naked image of Cleo and Grimoire drifted through a sea of clouds while they continued to copulate. Her thighs were warm and wet, his length penetrating her slick folds! She gasped, panted, her breasts heaving and tender from his touch. Saliva passed between their lips, and dipped between her moments of breath. Grim... ah... She whimpered, craning her neck to the side pulling back sweaty black bangs so he had access to her long, pulsating neck. She blushed, closing her long lashes, biting her lower lip with girlish anticipation; wanting him to feed off her blood!

Cleo, in the 'real world' was otherwise still unconscious and unaware of the giant that had lifted her from the ground! Her long coat's flap hung with her legs and arms, her knees bent and toes pointing at an angle as she was risen. Her glorious bosom bounced behind her black leather top, her head bobbing as well as it hung back. Her face pink, her plush lips twitching with her occasional low moan of lust and saliva dripping down the corner of her mouth. Her eyelids fluttered yet did not peel back; her onyx eyes still hidden behind the shadowed lids. Her chest heaved with her breaths though, indicating she was very much alive yet! Her thighs squeezed together, rubbing sexually against one another in subtle movements all the while.

The woman was warm in his touch, and not only that, he could feel her breathing, her heart beating strong- almost excitedly! Curious, he shifted the comatose woman in his palm, her back against the curl of his clawed fingers, her arms pinned between them. He brought her close, sniffing her chest deeply, the jiggling assets swaying with his inhale. She smelled delicious! But more than that... he could smell the scent of a vampire on her. With this in mind, it made sense why she was out of it.

Lowering his nose confirmed it. Between the rounded thick thighs where her exposed thong lay, Megalos could smell the sweet, humid smell of the creature's sexual fluids leaking from her slit! Megalos licked his lips! He loved that sweet taste most of all! That is why he preferred ladies over males~

Wanting a taste, he lifts her up, and leaned his head back, watery jaws widening as he carefully descended her long, slender yet sexy legs inside! Her heels and ankles descended his throat, her silky leg flesh sliding upon his tongue was both warm and inviting! Her thighs came together hanging above the entrance to the throat while the rest of her legs swelled out his throat! The wide hips, the fluffy well rounded curves of her delicious ass settled upon the tip of his tongue! Her long coat's flap fell over his chin. His teeth gripped her flesh lightly around her lower back and at the sides of her thighs. His right claw held her head and back up for support.

He closed his jaws around her, smirking while his tongue curled around her thighs and then dragged over her dripping pelvis! The space between her thighs was extremely warm, the tongue's tip curling around her bare cheeks, squishing them together while also sliding down the skinny straps of the highleg thong. Being almost naked made this easy for the Megalos! Once part way down her thighs, his tongue began to slide and across the bare, smooth flesh of her lower extremities. His rough, warm and sticky tongue rolled across her slicker slit, teasing the woman's sex in order to drink more!