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| Return to Hell...; On Earth... | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 18 2008, 10:09 PM (535 Views) | |
| Drake | Sep 18 2008, 10:09 PM Post #1 |
Mazoku/Agent of Power/Heaven
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He had been walking for what seemed like forever he had been gone for nearly 4 years though it didn't seem like it. It was more as if they sped up time just to this point to make Drake have to fight. Have to fight again this was no longer a peaceful world, hell it wasn't peaceful when "Died" But it was doing better then it is now thats for damn sure. The man in the red coat stood on the building looking over what was left of New York city, what was left of the Guild HQ that once stood there in its glory. Drake spit at the sight of his destroyed home and the thought that maybe all of his friends and maybe his family was gone for good. That maybe he was alone in this world, alone forever. "Titan..." Drake utter the one word and lept off the building as he fell his coat caught the air and it was almost as if he glid down to ground leaving a crater as he landed. Drake stood up and started to walk off again. |
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| Drake | Sep 19 2008, 02:39 PM Post #2 |
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Drake walked into the destroyed HQ and began to look around. Everything was ruined and it was clear there were no survivors. "Nathan...Leila..." Drake said looking around knowing he wouldn't find them. "How could this happen, how could you guys let this shit happen...?" Drake walked up the stairs to the control room, there were a few assaults in there. "Hey..." Drake said as they turned around and looked at him "Can you tell me what happened here...?" Drake asked one of the assaults hissed something about him being the former king. They turned around preparing to attack Drake. |
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| Fog | Sep 19 2008, 04:50 PM Post #3 |
The Kami
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A dark shape flashed past Drake. Fog ran low to the ground like an animal, arms forward. He ran into the nearest assault head first and tackled it to the ground. From behind his back he pulled a bone dagger and slit the winded demon's throat. Fog stood and pulled out his pistol with his other hand. In all this time his body had barely aged a day, but it had certainly changed. His hair had become white, except around the ends. His body, though still exceedingly thin, had far more muscle. His skin was alarmingly pale, and his veins, where they were visible, were black. He had taken on a hardened, feral quality. His eyes and teeth too sharp for a normal human being. He backed away from the remaining assaults slowly, speaking as he did so, in a voice that seemed to echo unnaturally in the small room. "The Red Jackal is hard man to find. You met us once before in London, we were four then. Now I am seven of us. We must speak, but..." he cracked a smile "I suppose the rabble must be dealt with first." He now stood at Drake's side, but had not yet looked at him. |
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| Drake | Sep 19 2008, 07:46 PM Post #4 |
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Drake stabbed an assault in the head as it tried to attack him. He then turned around and heard the man talk, Drake looked to his side seeing the person, he did remember him but they had only met once. Drake just kept walking towards the last assault it tried to run but Drake threw his sword into its back pinning it on the wall. Drake walked over to it "Talk..."Drake demanded from the creature "What happened here...? Where are the guild members" Drake said. The assault hissed "Lord Titan has them..." It said in a simple tone Drake snarled and cut the assault in half. "Damn you to hell..." Drake growled as he put his sword on his back he went over to the computers to look at them. |
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| Fog | Sep 20 2008, 03:18 PM Post #5 |
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Fog immediately set to work. Working with surgical precision he began removing the larger bones, quills, and teeth, from the nearest assault. He wiped them clean with a rag and poured each with a bluish liquid before packing them away. He spoke while he worked, in that strange voice that seemed to echo out of his entire body instead of just his mouth. "I've been looking for you for a very long time. My name is Fog. I am... a slave I suppose. A slave of this planet. The world is dying, the gates of hell must be shut. I am to aid you in whatever way you need so that you can close them again. I don't really have a choice it seems." He finished his work and walked over to the bank of computers. "I suppose you wish to find your friends?" |
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| Drake | Sep 20 2008, 05:10 PM Post #6 |
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Drake looked at the guy he didn't respond to him saying he's supposed to help Drake. Drake merely turned back to the computer and kept looking over it. The base was completely out of power this was a dead end "Seems Heaven threw me straight to nowhere..." Drake sighed and leaned against the computer. He looked at Fog "Do what you want..." Drake said to him as he left out the room Drake went to the resident rooms and went to his. He opened the door and looked around at the pics of him and his family and friends. "Shit..." Drake mumbled under his breath. |
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| MikDaTv | Sep 21 2008, 05:25 AM Post #7 |
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The Morgan Le Fay landed on the Guild HQ roof and Mack shut it down. He'd flown here at the ships maximum speed and the engine crystals needed to cool down. He'd need to recharge the power crystals soon to, but that could wait. One thing he was dangerously short on was ammunition for the 20mm gun. and he'd need to secure a source of Sidewinders and Mavericks. While he had a stockpile of missiles and ammunition in the western deserts, he wouldn't always be able to rely on them so setting up new caches was a top priority for him. He'd heard that Guild strongholds were a good place to find such weapons and ammo. Mack walked out of the ships main entrance at the rear and looked around. New York had seen better days. He couldn't remember exactly the last time he'd seen it, but it was a long time ago, in a world that seemed like it never existed. His stomach rumbled, he was hungry, he'd need to find some food. He loaded a clip into his P-90 and walked into the guilds rooftop entrance. |
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| Fog | Sep 21 2008, 12:28 PM Post #8 |
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Fog listened to Drakes receding footsteps. Silently he slid open the window and climbed out and up onto the roof. Give him time, give him time. He sat overlooking the bleak ruins of the city. He took stock of his new supplies. He ground the removed poison spines from the assaults into a powder, then grabbed some nearby broken glass, ground it up, and mixed it in with the powder. Weaponized neurotoxins seemed like a handy thing to have around. He took out the teeth he had removed and put them away in a small pouch on his belt. Those were useful just as they were. He removed a few of the bones and began sharpening them, grinding them down against the edge of the building. It suddenly occurred to him he could probably find some more firepower in the armory. He grabbed the edge of the roof and swung himself in through a window. "sure could use one of those big 'you are here' signs right now. This place is confusing." |
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| Drake | Sep 21 2008, 01:32 PM Post #9 |
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Drake was still sitting in his room he had a notebook and a pencil writing something. "Damn, thats not it either..." He said scratching the paper. "I really shoulda listened during those spell classes, I can't remember anything about how to make an undetectable portal..." he sighed and threw the notebook against the wall and fell back on the bed. He closed his eyes for a second but quickly reopened them when he heard something land on the roof. "What the hell was that...?" Drake said to himself as he ran out his room. |
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| MikDaTv | Sep 21 2008, 03:34 PM Post #10 |
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Mack walked through the ruined building with the light on his P-90 making things visible. He squinted against the brightness of it. It was strange. The light wasn't usually this bright, maybe the new batteries in it were making it more effective then usual. Moving through the halls he looked for any sign of an armory or some kind of resources he could use. He could hear movement in the building, which was odd since it appeared to be solid, it's walls were out of shape but certainly they weren't so full of holes that he could hear clear across the building. |
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