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Post by Nicholi on Jan 3, 2005 22:05:46 GMT -5
Nicholi lay motionless on the ground. Slowly, his eyes open. Surrounding him lays a sprawling field of flowers.
"It would seem that I'm in Heaven."
Nicholi turns over to see a familiar figure sitting atop a rock.
"D***. If your here, then that must mean that I'm in.... this day just keeps getting better.
"Very cute big brother. You can even find humor in your own death."
Levithia looks at her brother with a scowl. Nicholi rises to his feet and dusts himself off.
Judging by the overall "serenity" of this place, as well as my lack of wounds from the previous battle, I've come to the conclusion that I'm dreaming. Although, if thats the case, then what are you doing here you trecherous little witch?"
Levithia stands atop the rock, coming slightly above Nicholi's full height. As she begins to speak she fakes a tear or two.
"How mean. I thought you were much nicer than that big brother. Heh. I just thought I'd pop in to see how my brave brother is after that horrible battle. I bet your pretty proud of yourself. You saved your home and one of your friends. Quite an accomplishment."
Levithia's expression changes. She no longer wears the "weepy" guise, but now dons a serious and subtle tone."
"Although, you know I can't help but wonder what happened to the rest of White Village. You know, the place you grew up and all those people you swore to protect."
Nicholi suddenly felt a surge of pain. He remembered the village. He thought about all the people and the torment they must have suffered from the MASS attack. Levithia laughes at the anguish of her brother.
"You're more pathetic than I thought. How could you do something so stupid big brother. You failed. Of course, that seems to be a habit of yours lately. I'd expect no less from a pathetic human. Are you going to let more innocent people die? If you joined us, you wouldnt make these kind of human errors. You'd be perfect, free from errors. So what do you say?"
Nicholi looks at Levithia with an expressionless gaze.
"Despite my faults, I will not succumb to your wicked ideals. Do you honestly think that the MASS are perfect? If thats so, then you would be showing arrogance, which would be an imperfection. I will atone for my grave errors. I believe its time that you leave."
Nicholi draws his nagita and spears Levithia through the chest. A darkness falls upon Nicholi again. He soon finds himself waking up. He rises out of his bed and puts on his jacket and arms. He begins to walk downstairs. Whitakker and Thanatos, who were sitting in the foyor, turn, to notice him as he walks to the door.
"I'll be back in an hour or so. Have lunch ready upon my return if you don't mind."
Nicholi opens the manor door and walks down from the manor, to the village, or at least what remains. His head hang low in shame, the sin of his ignorance still weighting heavy upon him.
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Post by Kimato on Jan 4, 2005 19:30:14 GMT -5
A young woman named Kimato runs through the forests outside of the ruins of White Village. She is incredibly tall for a woman, but despite this she does not run all that swiftly. In one hand, she clutches a small, standard handgun, and the other grasps an unseen object hanging from a cord around her neck.
Her breath comes in short, raspy bursts, and she knows she will soon be too exhausted to go on.
And then they will find me...
This thought is not accompanied by anxiety, but rather by a fierce anger at herself for being so weak. She hears them behind her, at least three of them, following her noisily through the underbrush.
Before long, Kimato enters a clearing in which a small, somewhat dilapidated cottage stands. The cottage was obviously white at one time, but now it is faded to an ugly, dirty grey color, and the paint is peeling in places. The girl sighs in relief, and runs inside.
Once inside, she sits huddled in the corner, her body shaking like that of a skittish animal, trying desperately to quiet her loud breathing. For a moment, all is silent, and she thinks she may have escaped her stalkers.
A second later, the door to the cottage bursts open, and a tall, burly man rushes in and grabs her. Terrified and barely thinking, she elbows him as hard as she can in the ribs. Surprised by the strength of the blow, his grip loosens, and the woman dashes past him into the moonlit clearing beyond the door...only to be apprehended once again, this time by a shorter man in a business suit. They look like normal people on the surface, but she knows they are being controlled, by something dark that she cannot put a name to, for she does not fully understand it.
It's the same something that took Momma...and Dad...
Twisting her body around as best she can, Kimato puts her gun to the short man's forehead. He grins at her evilly for a second, but his eyes widen in surprise when she pulls the trigger and a bullet enters his skull at point-blank range.
The man lets go of her and stumbles back, but does not fall. His head-wound is bleeding profusely, but he does not immediately die. He reaches out as if to grab her again, and then his body collapses to the ground.
She stares, transfixed, at the hideous sight...as a liquid-like, black substance begins to seep from the man's wound. It is like oil in a way, but alive...at once a thousand individual units and a single abominable...mass. The thing moves toward her swiftly, moving like mercury on glass.
Kimato backs away slowly, not sure what to do. Raising her gun, she fires at the mass, but this has no effect whatsoever. A hole forms where the bullet penetrates the substance, but is closed again just as quickly, and the horrific being continues its relentless journey toward her.
She turns and begins to run, but evidently this slug-like substance is not bound by speed limitations. Soon, she finds herself once again overtaken, and slips into unconsciousness as the black mass takes possession of her...
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Post by Whitakker on Jan 4, 2005 21:34:01 GMT -5
Meanwhile, at Anhelo Manor...
*Whitakker, mildly surprised at Nicholi's relatively swift recovery, acknowledges Nicholi's request, proceeds to the kitchen, prepares a modest meal of the victuals of which Nicholi is particular to. After setting the kitchen for Nicholi's return, Whitakker walks outside, to the front entrance of the manor. It was nearing four in the afternoon, and the sun had shown only the faintest signs of beginning its descent over the horizon. Whitakker's shadow gradually elongated on the walls of the manor, with Skye perched on the roof, keeping watch over all that his raptor eyes could perceive. After an hour of reflection, Whitakker was about to turn back into the manor, when Skye's shriek grabbed his attention. All of his senses kicked into high gear, ears straining, eyes attentive. He could hear nothing at first, nothing that could be immediately perceived. But eventually, a sound reached his ears. It was a scream, that of a female's, no doubt. The sound came from the northeast of the manor, where the village and the forest met. Whitakker watched, listened, and waited for something to happen, but his efforts were not rewarded. The sound had ended abruptly, and all was uncomfortably silent. Anticipating a sudden assault, Whitakker's hand slowly and instinctively reached for his gun. He waited...*
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Post by Nicholi on Jan 4, 2005 22:16:45 GMT -5
Nicholi walks through the remains of White Village. The sight of his destroyed hometown brings great sorrow and guilt. Corpses lay scattered amongst the debris.
"I've failed. Everyone is dead. I couldn't protect them."
Soon after uttering these words, Nicholi hears a shrill cry and looks off into the distance and notices a plume of smoke. With great speed he enters a mad dash to the location of the cry.
"I hope I'm not too late.'
After a few minutes Nicholi reaches his destination. Before him lies a small cabin, under attack by MASS consumed. Nicholi grabs his scythe and proceeds to hack his way through the small group. The few MASS consumed were felled before they had the chance to react to Nicholi's rage fueled strikes. Nicholi slowly draws his gun. He kicks the cabin door open to reveal a young woman being attack by a MASS hive. Levithia's words run through Nicholi's head. "Are you going to let more innocent people die?"
Nicholi acts without a second thought.
"Hold on miss."
Nicholi readies his gun. The usual violent shaking occurs and a white flash is set loose upon the hive. Nicholi rushes to the aid of the young women. The blast from the gun wounded her physically but destroyed the MASS that had just barely come in contact with her body. He had done it. Nicholi grabs the body of the young woman and carries her out of the cabin. As he exits the cabin an immense pain surges through his right leg. Blood spurts out from the wound.
"D***. I haven't fully healed yet. I have to get back to the manor. This girl's safety and health depends on it."
Nicholi begins the long walk home, carrying the young woman with the utmost care. A burden still lays heavy upon Nicholi's heart. This one person was the sole survivor of the attack on White Village.
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Post by Kimato on Jan 5, 2005 16:35:34 GMT -5
Pain...that is the first thing Kimato feels when she slowly begins to regain consciousness. Pain, and the acrid smell of something burning. She does not open her eyes, for fear of what she might see. Weakly, she tries to move her arm to push herself up, and finds that she cannot move...at all.
What is happening? Why can't I move?!
Tears spring to her eyes as she recalls the events before she blacked out, and she wonders briefly if she is in Hell. For now a dark feeling enters her soul. It is as if a shadow hangs over her inner being, preventing the light of Heaven from reaching it. Try as she may, she cannot break through this cloak of evil and darkness.
No...I don't want this! I don't want them to get me...someone...please...I need help.
Her body aches with the effort, but she manages to force her arm upward, to clutch the tiny, dark bottle that hangs from her neck. She holds it tight and prays that somehow she will be saved from the awful fate that took her parents.
Once again, she cannot move, and she feels the darkness decending upon her, flowing into her. At first, Kimato goes limp, stops trying to resist the pull of the darkness...but then, something in her soul cries out, and, for a moment, she is free.
"NNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The cry escapes her hoarse throat with emmense pain, and her voice breaks. She coughs, and tastes blood, and wonders if she will ever speak again, or even live past this horrible moment of pain. But, for now, the darkness has lifted from her soul, and hovers a safe distance over. Exhausted, Kimato falls back into unconsciousness.
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Kimato awakes again, not knowing how long she has been out...and this time, she feels the dark cloak before she is even fully alert. She cannot move, and she cannot speak, and she knows that this time she cannot fight it off. Despairingly, she prays to die and be with her family.
And then, suddenly, a surge of fresh pain breaks upon her. If she were capable of screaming, she would, but as it is only tears attest to the unexpected burst of agony throbbing through her entire body. And yet with it comes relief, for the light of Heaven seems to have come to save her, and the darkness is lifted from her soul, not only hovering over, but actually gone.
"Hold on Miss." Kimato hears the voice, but is sure she must be dreaming. A second later, she can feel someone pick her up; someone is carrying her away. To where, she isn't sure, but it must be better than where she had been, and either way, it was impossible to resist; she was too weak.
Whoever they are, and wherever they're taking me, I am grateful, even if they kill me outright when I arrive.
And with that singularly comforting thought, Kimato drifted again into the quiet nothingness of unnatural sleep.
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Post by Dimitri on Jan 7, 2005 16:16:37 GMT -5
"Ah, spit and hades." mumbles Dimitri Mazerson. "The stupid map says that I should be at Anhelo Manor by now! People in that ruined village were talking about a band of people who fight the mass there."
Dimitri sits down and pulls out a small map.
"Let's see here...Oi! I see my mistake! If I head North, I should get there soon."
Dimitri stands up carefully puts away his map and dusts himself off. He walks a short distance to a salvaged motorcycle painted in black and red. He starts it up, revs the engine and smiles.
"I'm tired of fighting mass alone. Won't Lord Nicholi Anhelo and his friends be happy to see me, ? I'm sure they can find a job for a brilliant mind and excellent gunman such as myself! Or, at least I hope so. I'm freakin' broke!!"
And with that, he sped off on his motorcycle, chorteling warmly to himself.
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Post by Argis on Jan 7, 2005 19:22:22 GMT -5
Argis stirs in his dream, of a girl running from demons and then she is consumed by black to reach white light again to find Nicholi standing over him. *a scream is heard* Argis stirs to find Nicholi not there and no sign of recent presence. Argis get up and latch only light pads to his Armour and sword with 2 shurrikens (rest soaking in water and sake to remove smell and look of blood). Argis run out for the forest blindly though not knowing where to go. Then he heard a crash Argis grab his surrikens and is about to throw at the object to find a bright green jacket Argis run over to find a long red haired girl on top of Nicholi. Nicholi moves her of then winces and he bumps his leg . Argis looks at the girl and then at Nicholi and says “who is she?” Nicholi replies “I donnu.” Argis nods and grabs Nicholi hand Nicholi stands but barely inching along and grabs the girl Argis grab her but Nicholi hold tight “she’s my burden now I musty endure the pain of my people just help me” Argis reaches drown and grabs a leaf “you in luck Iytsho it slightly numbs you, but only for 30 minutes you chew it but don’t swallow.” they walk back to the manor. Nicholi goes to the near bedrooms (Wittakers then Nicholi out of fear of the state of Wittakers room) goes to Argis and lights a few candles the room smell the sea after a few seconds. Then leaves red kimono on the bed after noticing rips in the clothing she had on. Then grabs a chair and sit next to the bed while Argis goes outside and trance sleeps (the line between dreams and reality)
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Post by Dimitri on Jan 8, 2005 14:15:28 GMT -5
Dimitri stops his cycle outside the front steps of Anhelo Manor. Turning of the motor, he dismounts the salvaged bike and proceeds to the front door.
"Hello? Is there anyone home?" shouted Dimitri as he pounded on the front door with his fist. "Oh, c'mon! Please open up! I want to join your group! I'm a poor genius, please let me in, I'll do anything!"
Dimitri stood silently and stared at the door, shaking slightly with fury. "I hate you." he silently thought toward the door.
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Post by Whitakker on Jan 8, 2005 14:29:51 GMT -5
*Whitakker witnesses the sight of Argis and Nicholi hurrying to the manor. Nicholi is carrying a young girl, who is unconcious. Whitakker simply acknowledges them, and opens the back entrance for them.* *Whitakker suddenly hears a pounding coming from the front entrance. He walks swiftly around the side of the manor to the front door. He sees a man beating on the door, wishing to gain entrance.*
"Who are you?", *Whitakker asks sternly, not knowing if this man is friend or foe. His hand stays on his gun.*
"My name is Dimitri. Do you know where I might find a Mr. Nicholi Anhelo?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Anhelo is out right now. He will be back soon. My name is Whitakker. I am a friend of Mr. Anhelo, along with my colleagues, who are inside. Please, come in."
*Whitakker opens the door for Dimitri, and they walk in.*
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Dimitri
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Post by Dimitri on Jan 8, 2005 14:44:51 GMT -5
"Do you have any idea when Mr. Anhelo will be back?" Dimitri asked Whitakker, who shakes his head no.
"Geez, I hope he gets back soon. It took two months to find this bloody place. I hope he lets me join your group, I'm out of cash."
The two sit down in a room in chairs opposite of one another. They both stare into space blankly for awhile, until Dimitri broke the silence.
"Why don't you tell me somrthing about yourself Mr. Whitakker? I want to be friends with you guys if have any hope of working with you."
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Post by Whitakker on Jan 8, 2005 15:48:45 GMT -5
*Whitakker relaxes in the armchair, with Skye perched on top.*
"Well, what can I say of myself and the others? I was born in Emreland Town, my father a blacksmith. He taught me all varieties of sword combat, and when he passed at a ripe old age, I set out with my friend Skye here*at the mention of his name, Skye gives a small shriek* to see the world, and to make my name known as a swordmaster. If you want to know about my colleagues, well, they are a unique sort. Thanatos is a Mark XIII, and an extremely efficient assassin, along with his brother Mark XIII, Kain. I would put them at an even match. Syrant is a gunman, and I'm still not quite sure what to peg him as. Argis is a samurai from Lone Island, and a wildcard at that. Currently the only female member of this group is Electra, and well.....she's pink. But don't let her appearance fool you. She is a capable, though aggravating, person. Mr. Anhelo keeps quiet about himself, and it's best if you don't ask too many questions at this time."
*Whitakker sits back for a moment, and then addresses Dimitri once more*
"Tell me, Dimitri, where are you from, and what brings you here?"
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Dimitri
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Post by Dimitri on Jan 8, 2005 16:09:45 GMT -5
Dimitri sighs, leans back, and begins to talk.
"Well you see, it all started when my mom and dad met and after they got married..."
"No! That's not what I meant!" shouted Whitakker.
"Oh! I see! Where did I live. For a second I thought you were a pervert. Well, I grew up part of the Mazerson family, and true to family tradition, I became a scientist. Mom and dad always wanted me to marry someone rich like them, but when they found out that e my fiance, Sophia, was a middle-class girl, they, well, disowned me. I needed some money, so I started working for Sophia's dad. Two weeks before we were going to be married, Mass attacked the village and my parent's mansion. I was the only survivor, so I decided I would try to avenge Sophia by wandering around the continent fighting the Mass. It's actually pretty lonely, so when I heard about Nicholi, I thought I would come and ask to join his group. Maybe while I'm here, I'll meet another girl like Sophia, too. Pretty cool, huh?"
Dimitri looks over at Whitakker, who is now asleep in his chair and snoring.
"Ah, spit and hades." said Dimitri as he tried to wake up Whitakker.
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Post by Syrant on Jan 8, 2005 17:15:01 GMT -5
Syrant finds himself in his bed bandaged up. Despite all pain Syrant steps out of bed. He walks over to his closet and puts his gear on. Syrant turns and walks over to his window and gazes out. Thinking to himself.
"You'll be back. You won't rest till you finish your job."
Syrant continues to stare out. Despite all injuries Syrant has regain almost full strenght. He stands waiting...waiting for something to happen.
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Post by Whitakker on Jan 8, 2005 17:31:33 GMT -5
*Whitakker was awake the entire time, but only gave the guise of being asleep. He opened his eyes as soon as Dimitri was done.*
"Don't be so gullible, Dimitri. I was listening. Interesting story."
*Whitakker looks at the clock on the wall. It was nearing 5:30 pm.*
"Well, I'll leave you here for a moment while I find Master Nicholi."
*Whitakker gets up, and heads off to find Nicholi*
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Post by Dimitri on Jan 8, 2005 17:39:58 GMT -5
Dimitri sits waiting in the room patiently for awhile, but after awhile, his curiosty gets the best of him.
"I think I might just take a look around the place." (So much for having a serious character.)
He exits the room and begins to wander aimlessly. "This place is a mess" he says to himself. He counties to walk until he stumbles upon a room the the body of a unconcious girl in it.
"I wonder who this is? She isn't pink, so she can't be Electra." he thought.
Suddenly, he heard a noisr from behind. He quickly spins around, his gun in his right hand and one of his knives in the left, ready for what ever it is.
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