A Time to Live. [//Open Storyline//]

[Terry_Bogard]

× There's a time to live and a time to die
When it's time to meet the maker. ×

//New York City. Time unknown.//

Manhattan Island bustled with activity on this winter morning. People wandered about, again rebuilding their lives. New York had yet again been the stage to RPGC’s great fights, scandals, happenings, and so on. It was amazing how the residents of the city always seemed flexible, able to adjust to whatever destruction and mayhem thrown at them. However, the city had been relatively quiet as of late. With the exception of a few
small events, New York City had been calm. That was soon going to change…

From the very top of the Empire State Building, a small figure rested. Holding onto the spire with one hand and standing literally on the building, he sighed. The morning fog was beginning to lift slowly, revealing white-covered buildings and houses. Near to the Empire State Building was a much smaller building, a warehouse, and that building was the one the man in the black cloak was scrutinizing carefully. A huge terrorist operation by a widespread crime organization was supposed to take place now. It was possibly the biggest in history, even bigger than the 9/11 attacks. Reflecting on his mission, the man smiled to himself. If only the Arcanians had survived, things would be much different….

But we didn’t survive. We were damned from the start. What with that monster Limbo’s Faithful lurking around. And now we’re gone. I’m the last…. the last of the damned.

He opened his crystal-like eyes; a very light blue, almost white color radiating from their irises. The inward grin disappeared as he steeled himself for the fall necessary to undertake for his objective. A small beeping from his silver pendant signaled that the operation was ready to begin. A small whisper emanated from it also. With sudden realization he discovered his purpose in the operation. It was to be a suicide mission. Cold indifference immediately overtook the young warrior’s mind.

“C’mon, Tokei, let’s go!”

…

He turned to face the lookout, which was waving urgently for him to come. Shifting back to his watch point, he noticed about eight identical large moving vehicles roll by his building. Breaking into a sarcastic half-smile, he glanced back at the lookout. The voice came again. An argument of spoken voice and telepathy ensued.

“Move out!”

…

//No.//

“WHAT?!”

//I don’t work for you.//

"But… the government-"

//Screw the government. Go back to the future and tell them I’m breaking free.//

“Arcanos…. I’LL REPORT YOU FOR THIS!”

//Report away. I dare you.//

Beep!

The communication radio embedded in his pendant switched coldly off. Tokei Arcanos smirked and watched. This mission would be completed. But not under the Earth Government’s agenda. This would be his accomplishment.

He catapulted himself forward, to the amazement of the tourists below him on the sight deck, who would suddenly see a humanoid figure with wings jet out from above them. The large white wings spread to their full span of just over twelve feet and he silently and quickly glided to his desired target. The black cloak he was wearing shifted and a silver sword was revealed, flashing viciously in the early morning light. Bringing his sword up above his head in the reckless way only an Arcanian would, he grunted through clenched teeth. The first moving van was just getting loaded now, large unmarked boxes changing hands. Letting go of his sword with his right hand, he released a very small psionic shockwave, knocking the box out of a man’s hand. The distraction was enough for Tokei to carry out his next move. With the force of gravity combined with the size and sharpness of his sword, he easily cut through the moving van’s relatively weak structure. Boxes flew out, making fortunately inactivated explosives scattering everywhere, civilians and gang members alike staring in awe. Tokei had softly landed on the ground, and now he effortlessly bounded up the rubble, landing on top of the ruined vehicle.

“This is a bust.”

After about a second of an awkward silence, one of the gang members screamed.

“GET ‘IM!!!”

They opened fire with various guns, shotguns, pistols, rifles, and even a few submachine guns. Jumping as soon as the guns were lifted, twisting and turning his body to prevent a direct hit, he lifted his sword to deflect the bullets that were going to hit. Landing on the ground, he spun around and knocked the nearest one unconscious with the flat of his blade. Next he used his psionics to create a temporary force field. The bullets stopped and fell to the ground about six inches before they would normally hit him. The relentless rain of lead slugs never let up, and Tokei reached out and grabbed a few falling bullets. Using the same technique he had against Saoi, he simply threw them, hitting and decapitating a few of his opposition. The force field let up, and he resumed moving, trying to give them the hardest possible target. After three minutes or so of constant fighting, reinforcements came. They seemed to be about double the size of the quasi-army he had just blasted through. On top of that, Tokei was exhausted; sweat was running down his face and he was breathing heavily.

Crap. How many of these guys are there?

He didn’t have much time to think. As the forces surged upon him, he realized that the only way out of this alive and to still save the entire city was to call for help.

A huge telepathic message was sent, every mind in New York ‘hearing’ the plea. Hopefully a few of RPGC’s important personalities would be in the general area.

//There’s going to be an attack! The whole city is at stake! Empire State Building! Someone….anyone….help….//

× There's a time to live but isn't it strange
That as soon as you're born you're dying...and reborn again? ×

[Slayer of souls]

Alex had been walking aimlessly around New York, looking at shops and the like, when he heard a whispered message. At first Alex thought it might be a new voice, but soon he relized it was someone needing help. Alex really didn't care much about anything, but... the voices insisted he go.

"Go... Go to the Empire State Building. Kill... help this man, he can be of great use to you."

Alright already, damn. I'm going."

Alex then started to run to his motercycle, which was parked in the car garage.

Running up numerous levels, at an extremly fast speed, he found his motercycle. Once he was mounted, he soon turned the ignition.

varoom.

Like a bat out of Hell, Alex sped out of the parking area, down all the levels, and was now headed to the Empire State Building. His cowboy style trench coat was flowing in the wind as Alex gave it more gas. He was soon weaving in and out of traffic.

Alex was a skilled driver, not flawless, but very skilled. As he took the turns, he almost had his knee scrapping the ground, but he still whipped right around them.

"Hurry,", said the voices. "You must make haste."

"Can you shut the fu'k up?!?! I am on my damn way!"

Alex then gave the speeding bike even more gas, but before he knew it, he was at the seen...

He saw a man running, dodging bullets. But who sent the message? The voices said that the person that sent the message would be of great help. Alex then sped up to the man that was running.

"Did you ask for help?"

His erie dark brown eyes never left the road, but he still managed to stay at the same speed as the man running.

[Garret Brynn]

In the middle of Times Square, heading up Broadway, Garret watched as baffled people tried to identify the source of the voice. For Garret the message was louder and clearer, hitting him with more power than the others. His mind was receptive to psionics but hadn’t developed defenses against them yet. Overcome by dizziness, he swayed and leaned against the nearest building for support. “Why the hell should I help him? I don’t owe him anything,” he thought, trying and to stand upright. As he recovered he looked around what was arguably the busiest intersection in New York. Women, children, families, frozen in confusion and fear. All dead if whoever was planning the attack succeeded. <Oh hell…I’m coming.> He meant to whisper it to no one, but inadvertently and unwittingly sent it telepathically to the sender.

::Combat Mode initiated::
::Targeting System activated::
::IFF running::

Sprinting back the way he came, moving faster than an Olympic runner could ever hope to, he arrived at the base of the Empire State Building in under a minute. He heard shouts and gunfire coming from outside a warehouse near the ESB, and took off towards it. Arriving at the corner of the building opposite the action, he made a snap decision and went right. As he rounded the side of the building he saw someone, a man with a long black cloak carrying a sword, manuvering towards him. Another person rode up on a motorcycle, keeping pace along side the first man but not trying to attack him. Behind them, a veritable army of gun-toting mercenaries were opening fire on both of them. “That’s…a lot of terrorists. Well, at least it’s obvious who called for help,” he thought as he drew his twin Medusa’s from their shoulder holsters. Taking careful aim he fired past the two, emptying both revolvers in mere seconds. Each bullet found its home between the eyes of the nearest twelve terrorists.

Most of the terrorists took cover and returned fire as he sidestepped back around the corner and pressed his back against the warehouse wall. “Taking them out won’t be that easy again.” Holstering one of the guns, he plucked a speed-loader from the pocket of his suit coat and reloaded the other. By the time the spent casings bounced twice he had finished loading and was working on the other gun. With both guns ready, he waited for the sword wielder and the bike rider to make their way to where he was. “Hopefully one of them has a plan.” He hadn’t counted on needing to stop an army today. The two guns were the only weapons he had, other than his fledgling psionic abilities. “I’m gonna need some more bullets,” he thought as he glanced around the corner. “A lot more.”

Ghost

[JasonBurden]

Rain.

The overcast was unusually thick, with no bolts of electricity or even any sign of having any charge. The rain began to pour, the terrorist trying their weapons upon the three who now entered the scene. It would seem not so unusual for it to rain on a quite clear day, but one thing that bore in the mine of the speculators who looked up was “Why aint the rain all over the city?”

Purify.

The rain seemed only to rain into the front of the swarm of terrorist, and the rain only seemed to rain on a very small space. The water, also, was not trailing towards the sewers, running about the cement, or giving way. All it did was stack. It stacked so high, it was now 5’’11 feet in a matter of thirty seconds. The three who would stand would not understand the reason behind, nor would the terrorist. They all might as well just be staring at the cryptic happenings of the rain.

Modify.

The water began to take form, from just a cylinder of water into a shape of a golem-like form. The rain stopped, and the cloud seemed to suddenly disappear. The sun was allowed to stare down once more. The water sparkled with the sun rays glimmering against its body, its properties modifying the sun to reflect off it into a bright glare.

Colorize.

The water suddenly started to get into more detail, turning as black as night. Then the body of the golem shrank, revealing a slightly muscled man. White in color, with emerald eyes and white teeth, the man did not drip any water. It was as if a illusion allowed him to perform the stunt, as if he was merely showing off what he was capable of doing.

Wrongdoings.

It was all wrong, for he was what he was seen to be, and slight annoyance would be read on the man’s face as he turned towards the three, especially to the one would called for help. The terrorist would of course, during this time, either regain reality or still be staring at the man like some freak. The latter being more possible.

Suddenly, as if something sparked, he ran for where Garret would be. Easing against the wall side next to him, he spoke.

“What’s with the help business? And why are these guys carrying guns?...Sad, I wanted to talk”

[Slayer of souls]

"What the hell do you think dumbass?", snapped the voices."Go help the dude that did what you SHOULD have, he can find his way there!"

Just then, Alex pressed harder on the gas, and he started to turn the bike. He turned in front of the man running with the sword, but clearly didn't risk hitting him.

"Didn't your mother tell you not to run with sharp objects? C'mon, lets kill sh't!!!"

Alex then let out the laugh of a mad man. It was long before he approached the man whom had also came to aid this man. He was quite impressive with a gun. But only one thing stood between Alex and this man, an innocent by stander. The voices hadn't even asked him to kill, yet he did. He had started to become more like the voices. He had been doing what they asked to often. And using his powers, that would only make them ask of things more, but it had to be done. Maybe.

The by standers body was crushed as Alex did a wheelie, running over the mans body. The sound of bones crushing could be heard.

About the time this thing had ended, Alex was beside the man known as Garret, but Alex didn't know that.

"Hey, thats some nice shooting you did back there! Need some back up?!?!"

[Chrysalis]

The group of cars was merely a distraction, the terrorists had much bigger plans then merely blowing up the Empire State building. Today was the day, a new sattelite was launched in orbit, being controlled by a large scale organization, heavily fortified and guarded in New York City. It would be almost impossible to get in, atleast without someone who's already inside.

Lately one of the workers of the security for this base, had been strangely being watched. Untill his family was abducted, and if he didn't do what they said, they would be killed. If someone has your family, you obviously do what they say, especially when this group aren't rookies, and knows what there doing.

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"Hey Bob." They said, as he entered the office like any other normal day, he seemed slightly worried, and agitated. He gave them a nod of his head as he came to monitor the security, finding his seat, he spent today like any other normal day.

Atleast untill 12 O'clock, at that exact moment, he manually shut down the security system, all gates had been open, all security cameras were down. ALL defenses were turned off, and at that exact moment..
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Gunshots could be heard outside the compound, anyone who was inside could tell something was going on. Glass shattered in all directions, as a spray of gunfire blasted it's way through the guards. They were completely caught off guard, and the terrorists were swarming in from all possible entrances, even a team coming in from the rooftop.

Caleb flicked a kunai at two guards, the blades slamming into theirs kidneys with perfect accuracy, blood spewing down their uniforms, covering their clothes in the warm crimson elixir of blood.

He moved swiftly from one guard to the next, quickly slashing across one guards throat, before spinning around to the next and stabbing him through his rib cage with the tip of his katana. Blood stained the very foundation of the building, and splattered across the floor in pools.

They didn't even have time to make a distress call, since the attack was just that qucik. As the team which came from the rooftop, swarmed down from the rooftop, came in so quick to the control room, and quickly killing off those who were in it. The one man who was left, cowering in the security room was met with a knock on the door, before the knob was slowly turned open.

"Why did you make me do this?.. Why?"

Caleb smirked, as he walked towards the man. "I appreciate what you did, we could never have done this without you. Tell Satan I give him my regards, oh and by the way we killed your family."

"Wha-" His words were met with the swift cut of the metal blade across the mans juggular, blood sprayed out of his neck like a faucet, staining his clothes and spilling over the floor.

Caleb hit a button on his shirt, obviously a speaker of some sort. "Caleb to control room, do you have control of the satelite? Aim the lasers on washington DC, and hold by to fire."

"Yes sir, it will take me a few minutes sir, and the mines have ben set up in the dead bodies, piled by the entrances, if anyone trys to get in, they will set off, and explode with shrapnel of human bone, flesh and metal."
The man spoke through his own speaker.

"Good." He responded, and turned off the speaker..

[Fellguarde]

It wasn’t hard to find that heavily guarded facility, and even easier to locate the dark soul of Caleb Bludworth as he slit open the throat of a single life, and then condemned thousands of others.

The malign act of sweeping through that place, cutting down all dwelling within had radiated a powerful evil, one strong enough to attract the attention of one of the far more… malevolent powers that dwelled upon this plane.

The silent watcher that brooded in the darkness had chuckled to itself when the plan Caleb was currently playing had been hatched from the mind of some madman. He had seen much in the destructive act, and he had recognised much to gain from this terrorist plot, enough to elevate him back to his former seat of dark power.

And there was always the lust for power driving this creature on, his alien mind always composing new plots to rise to that former power that was stolen, stolen by his own avatar, his champion! How the creature cursed the name of his old chosen, the one that had been called Leo in his human life. When he reached the power he had wielded before, De’Castellian would be crushed like a fly, along with his precious companions and the whole of ETERNAL, that mercenary band who had accepted that betrayer.

But first, the creature had to pay a visit to this Caleb Bludworth and his little group, give him a little message about the group of do-gooders who could end up crashing his party…
The security room that Caleb had just entered was suddenly illuminated by a crimson glow, a vague form; its edges tinged with the colour of blood began to form in one of the comfy leather seats. The humanoid shape was transparent at first, only filled with a red haze, before it suddenly took on the corporeal form of Asmodeus The Deceiver, also known as David Grey. Appearing human, the man’s features could only be described as unnaturally beautiful, long black hair darker than the deepest abyss. Twin orbs of ice sat in his sockets, irises blue and deathly cold. The swarthy body was covered by a white suit, shirt of black silk beneath.
And that smile! That smile held more malice than the deepest pits of hell, uncaring but joyful in its divine evil.

The few terrorist apart from Caleb that could see him through the doorway managed to wrestle the gawp from their faces, bringing guns up to bear and readying their trigger fingers.

“Stop. Let me talk”.

That voice, healthy and full, seemed to hold some kind of extra weight, some hypnotic harmonics that caused the gang of terrorists to obey though they could not contemplate why.

“Very smooth entrance, Mr. Bludworth. Ah, but where are my manners? Asmodeus, I’m quite famous actually. Been mentioned in that book a few times, the bestseller… begins with a b I think. Enough of these introductions, I have an offer to make. I want you to devote every death in the following attack to me, and in return I can finance… anything you want”.

He pressed the point by opening one hand, golden coins spilling out onto the floor as more and more seemingly materialized in his palm.

“Of course, I could always just kill the group that may well just spoil your fun”…

[Gasun]

He came here to New York and followed his newly aqquainted boss to the Empire state building. 12 O'clock was the time that they would raid the place and get to the security room quickly. Yakatana was right behind Caleb following his trail and witnessed with a bit of disgust the atrocities his leader performed, but thinking twice, he guessed it was necessary because he doesn't doubt the gaurds would've killed them if his leader wouldn't murder them first. Reflecting on his past, he realized this was a far cry from his very first days, the innocence, the fact he didn't have to be worried about being eaten alive. But after several battles and murder attempts on him where death nearly took his life, he has grown cynical. Which was why he didn't even show any reaction on the face when he saw Caleb doing the gruesome killing. Although it disgusted him because of all the blood splatter making this place quite a dirty one in no time.

I'll let him handle the atrocities. Don't wanna stain my blade....

Soon enough Reiji found himself in the security room behind Caleb. Tilting his head a bit to the side he could see the terrified face decorating the security man who was a traitor to his work so to say. But of course, if you family is at risk of death you'll do anything. Reiji folded and crossed his arm as he looked onto the two indifferent to what he knew was gonna happen in the next few seconds, and anything that goes on around him. He heard the wicked words that his leader expressed while he leaned himself onto the wall and bended his left knee up and planting the left foot on the wall. For a moment the man looked at Yakatana, his eyes were pleading for help but alas Yakatana looked at him back with indifference. His face grinned in disgust a moment later after witnessing the man's juggular being gruesomely cut. And then he let some words out of his mouth.

"Yikes! Are you always this atrocious?" He commented.

And with that said he released his back from the wall. He stood there with the legs spread out and his arms crossed prepared if any inconvinient bastard would ever make the stupid decision of coming and try to interfere with what they are doing. And guess what? One happened to show up, at that moment Yakatana became surprised when he discovered the crimson glow appearing out of the blue. Immediately as an instinct he raised his right arm over his shoulder and grabbed the hilt of his famous Fuma Kotaro Nobuyuki Ninja-To in the sheath attached to his back. And then he pulled it out of the sheath. He planted his right leg forward with the knee bent and brought his left forearm in floating in front of the chest. And then the flashy prettyboy idiot began speaking about helping out these two, then he caught the word of financing. And so Yakatana's well-known arrogance showed itself.

"Just wait a minute. Can we trust this little brat moron?" He said and then continued. "If he can't even knock on the door there's no telling what plans he's got in his retarded head. If you ask me, we should dispose of him. But it is up to you of course."

One could really wonder what has happened to him, how he ended up with someone as wicked as Caleb, but he has changed quite alot after several events in the past he's been through which has shaped him into the man he is today. But right now, his focus was the task at hand. To make everything go as smoothly as possible despite the chaos. If anyone wanted to stop this thing they would inevitably have to deal with him first.

Another one of New York's trauma. An even worse for Washington depending on how things goes.

[Kiroshi Shigami]

"The dead.... Are. Not. Silent."

Caleb made a mistake - and a grave one too. In fact, he had followed that mistake up with numerous more. However, it wasn't until that last one that he had angered a certain individual. Somebody who had been keeping tabs on every death - Feeling the sorrow, the rage, the despair of those killed.

"F`ck, halfway through a bowl of Bryers too."

As soon as Caleb's last victim hit the ground, something rose from it's corpse - It's presence undetectable to anything but another communicator. Kiroshi's spirit followed Caleb closely. He kept his distance, because Caleb's essence reeked of vile intent - As did that of his associates. They were here for more than just a tour. However, as long as he was here, he would make sure that they did not succeed. The Communicator hovered behind Caleb, undetected. He would wait until the timing was right before he attacked.

"Good." He responded, and turned off the speaker..

He passed through Caleb's body, which would send a chill down the man's spine - and just like that, his body was summoned to him. Now, he stood before Caleb, wearing the Hakama outfit that made him recognized as The Communicator (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/Kiroshi/ghostkirocolor.jpg).

"So, you think it's a game? Killing all these people that hardly deserve to die? Well, you just pissed somebody off, big time." It was hard to be intimidated by an oddly dressed man, his face obscured by a black veil of essence, who had a less-than-impressive height of 5'4. The veil began to flutter, the edge of it just coming high enough to reveal the bottom of the young man's eyes. They were lined with blood. Blood that poured down his cheeks like tears - It meant that his mind was overclocking as a result of super-concentration. Three hundred percent brain efficiency. He extended his arm to the side, hand open.

"ONNEN!!!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, and through a flash of red, a red-bladed Katana appeared in his hand, and a thick fog began to fill the room as the blade shed it. "The best part is, Mr. Bludworth, is that nobody will hear you scream." As the fog drifted about, Caleb would soon discover that the ability he had taken forgranted would soon disappear. The ability to speak. Sound simply did not travel within the fog. Kiroshi's lips moved wordlessly. "I suggest you at least try to fight back, just so you don't look stupid in front of everyone you killed. Yes, they are watching you, Mr. Bludworth."

Almost like a crowd of hooligans gathering over a streetfight, the souls of the people Caleb killed began to gather around him and Kiroshi. The ninja who just happened to be in the room at the time - He did look vaguely familiar to the ghostly boy. Kiroshi simply grinned. If he wanted to turn it into a two on one fight, he would soon find that he himself was outnumbered - In his own little way.

[Chrysalis]

He turned to Reiji after taking the mans life, a smile crossing his lips as he looked upon, raising the blade to his face, he slid his tongue along the edge, cleaning the blade of the blood stains which covered it, his tongue lapping up the fresh crimson blood which coated the diamond/steel edge of the blade. Before sheathing it a moment and looking to Reiji and giving him a reassuring voice.

"The government is so corrupt nowadays, this atrocity is nothing to mankinds atrocities. Think of World War II, and think of the Inquisiton, billions of people died for those wars, for what reasons? What do you think this weapon was made for? And what do you think the government was planning to use it for? If we had not taken out this base, to use it against them, it would have taken billions of more lifes. Think, we are not just stopping a future holocaust, but we are unseating the corrupt officials in washington. The main targets of the lasers will be the white house and pentagon, there will be some minor casaulties of thousands of innocent people taken yes, but the billons of people this weapon would have killed is worth that price, you see Reiji, if I hadn't killed this man and his family, our whole organization could be exposed, I despise killing, but I now it's for the better of society, and better for the people we work for."

“Stop. Let me talk”.

He turned to the man dressed in the white outfit, who spoke to him. He seemed to frighten the weaker members of his gorup, yet hardly bestilled Caleb, since he had killed many demons in his time in hell. Since there were no humans, he had to make due with the blood of demons, and he grew a thirst for them after a while. For a second, he was about to attack the man, but he restrained himself and let him finish what he had to say. "Don't fire men, atleast untill the man has finished."

“Very smooth entrance, Mr. Bludworth. Ah, but where are my manners? Asmodeus, I’m quite famous actually. Been mentioned in that book a few times, the bestseller… begins with a b I think. Enough of these introductions, I have an offer to make. I want you to devote every death in the following attack to me, and in return I can finance… anything you want”.

"I suppse i'm one for entrances, especially entrances that have to do with bullet holes inside demons chest." He said to the mant threateningly, warning that he was getting impatient with his babble. He knew demons could not be trusted, and they were masters of trickery and deception, and if you made one wrong deal with them, it would forfeit your soul. He watched as the man spilled out the gold coins, unchanged by the show of the mans money, for he had quite a bit himself

“Of course, I could always just kill the group that may well just spoil your fun”…

"Hm. .quite an offer you make, I suppose this group isn't just an ordinary group of people, they are probably hand picked elite soldiers, but I don't see the problem. Me and Reiji could most likely handle them fine. But I will offer you a deal, if you help me kill this man who stands before us. I might do what you wish. I make no guarantees, since you make no guarantee yourself. Your words are full of trickery and deciet."

Calebs eyes narrowed on the man who had formed before him. Hearing his words, a cold chuckle emited from the bowels of his throat, two crimson eyes scanned over his form, taking in his height wass, assuming his mass and caluclating the varaibles of his weapon. He responded to the man in a deft voice, showing little sign of interest.

"This world has too many heroes boy. Your just going to be another who lives and dies, I suggest you leave, and take your beliefs with you."

He saw the mans blade form, and as the fog filled the room, he attempted to speak but found he couldn't hear his own voice. Seemingly some kind of magic the man used to do this. Was it caused by the blade? Or was it conjured by the man himself, he was unsure at the moment.

[Zenith]

Kiroshi is here. Pursue the enemy.

The Asian man sighed deeply before sliding out of a pothole. Within the duration of ten seconds, he was already surrounded by terrorists. They were heavily armed with all sorts of tactical gear and the like. But with all that protection, their lives ended not with a bullet or a grenade - but with a marble. From his pocket came a single sphere not an inch all around. With a thought, the orb split into seven shards and pierced through each helmet. And with seven pieces, seven fell. Takeshi knew Kiroshi hated unnecessary murder.

In the security room. , she droned. Takeshi's will was not of his own since she had taken over. His body was a doll. Seth's implant worked wonders for the Asian, it freed his innate mental capabilities ultimately upping his phrenic power. Only she knew that its true purpose was a tracking device. If Seth had showed here, Takeshi and Elisha would throw him a party.

"So, you think it's a game? Killing all these people that hardly deserve to die? Well, you just pissed somebody off, big time."

"We aren't happy campers either, Caleb." If Caleb was in any sort of sanity, he'd be intimidated by the oddly dressed Asian. Takeshi wasn't much taller than The Communicator; and not as oddly dressed. The fog was a nice trick, he ceased in his speech and spoke telepathically to Caleb. "All of us are watching."

From his bag of tricks he pulled four more marbles. She promised him she would make good use of them. Four was the most he'd ever used in any previous battle. One after another they popped, forming a dust. With another notion, they solidified into a number of solid daggers. They rotated in constant revolution around the other Asian. Takeshi was impressed. And at this he realized another's presence. A wise decision on Yakatana's part would be to run...or take part in the slaughter of Caleb. Would he betray two of his fellow countrymen? "Ano hito okama-san yo!", he said with a chuckle.

[To Kiroshi: You first.]

[Kiroshi Shigami]

"I'm glad you like the fog - I call it: Shutting you the hell up." Text appeared in the fog right before Caleb's eyes. As Kiroshi stood there, chuckling silently, he suddenly realized that he had an orbit of daggers and couldn't help but feel like a planet. That better not have been the ninja.

But then, he realized that the knives were not positioned in a way to harm him, and his gaze reverted to Caleb. He gripped the blade of his weapon tightly, and prepared to lash out. But first, he figured he'd taunt the man. Taking a few steps towards him, he began to silently critisize. "That weapon... That pose! That walk! Haha!!" Major emphasis on the two heavy 'ha's. If Caleb somehow happened to be an adept lip-reader, he'd have a slight clue as to what Kiroshi had said. Then the ghosts that surrounded them began to laugh at Caleb, and unlike Kiroshi, their voices could be heard. A grim smile appeared on Kiroshi's face as he contemplated his inactive foe.

He didn't look too tough. But then again, neither did Kiroshi. He noticed offhandedly the arrival of a new individual, perhaps the source of these knives. But then he looked closer and recognized him as Takeshi Nomura, one of his associates from Mirage. Maybe it was one of those entrance packages you got when you signed up with the company? Well, he wasn't going to complain. Reinforcements were always awesome.

The veil of essence fell and covered his eyes. Without another unheard word, the short little Japanese guy took a step towards Caleb, lashing out with the Katana. It left a thick haze in it's wake, and at it's current rate, would pass through Caleb's midsection. What Caleb didn't know, however, is that despite the look of the blade, it would not affect or be affected by the physical. It would pass through his body, seeming to do no damage at all. Caleb would start to think that everything was fine, everything was good - Then he'd wake up the next morning and realize that he has no soul.

And that'd be like a hangover on steroids.

As the blade made it's round swiftly, Kiroshi predicted that Caleb would try to parry, and use the momentum following Kiroshi's attack to launch a counter-strike that would be sure to succeed - Which is why he stepped forward instead of a sudden leap or dash. However, since the blade wasn't affected by the physical, if Caleb attempted to parry, he would be most surprised to discover that the blade had passed through whatever front he may have set up, then get his soul ripped away from him. This left only one option for the vampire in his current predicament:

Get the f`ck out of the way.

[Fellguarde]

"Hm. .quite an offer you make, I suppose this group isn't just an ordinary group of people, they are probably hand picked elite soldiers, but I don't see the problem. Me and Reiji could most likely handle them fine. But I will offer you a deal, if you help me kill this man who stands before us. I might do what you wish. I make no guarantees, since you make no guarantee yourself. Your words are full of trickery and deceit."

A wicked grin twisted its way across Asmodeus’ handsome face, cold eyes resting upon the insolent child who had burst in on the arrangement, spilling his idiotic red gas into the room and causing the suited man to wrinkle his nose in disgust. The garb of his enemy was intriguingly free of intimidation, the veil of darkness over the face causing Asmodeus to stifle a chuckle. Yes, he looked interesting. It would be fun to send his soul to the abyss.

He remained seated for a moment, listening to this new man’s words and noting that he spoke of the dead watching. Sure enough, when Asmodeus shifted his vision he could see them, milling about and trying to stay away from the impenetrable darkness that he radiated on their plane. It was annoying, how they fidgeted and stared.

“Leave”.

His voice rang out despite the mist obscuring its sound, the dread power held within just trampling its rules and ignoring the fog like a mere inconvenience. It was only directed at the dead, but they had no choice but to obey, as if something compelled the to do so. Like a wave of fading transparency to his vision, the crowd of spirits departed to the Final Rest.

His cruel smile fixed once more on The Communicator, he watched the man’s katana swing unfold, the red of its blade flashing and streaming with fog, although he kept one eye upon that other man and his flying daggers. He would only be a distraction, it would take a weapon of that katana’s power to hurt the archdevil.

Mr. Bludworth wouldn’t have to dodge away from the katana’s deadly arc, because The Communicator would soon realize that the thin, slender blade of a sword cane had intercepted his red-bladed weapon. An ordinary weapon would have let the katana’s ghost blade through its guard, but the pulsing crimson glow running up the thin sword cane’s blade and the way that a shower of dazzling red sparks flew as the weapons met, probably indicated that this was no ordinary weapon. The sword would reek of evil to The Communicator and the red jade pentagram at its hilt would confirm its dire nature.

Asmodeus had moved with breathtaking speed, almost too fast for the human eyes to follow as he had brought the blade in to parry, eyes suddenly glowing with malevolence.

“Leave us child, or dance with death”…

[JasonBurden]

So lets play rough.

Looking to the three with him, he looked to each one before speaking.

“Names Nimbus…Introduce yourself, and we shall have to come up with something…as I see you have run out of bullets” He was mentioning this to the man known as Garret, though he knew not his name yet.

“I took a peek just now, and two people went in…It seems they are not exactly wanting to destroy the Empire state building only…which causing some suspicion on my part…and we need to reach that top floor”

Looking at his hand, the sun shone abnormally bright against it, as he was deep in thought.

“I will give cover for you guys if you want to make a run for the inside…so you can take care of people in there…I see we have sort of a false angel in our midst, and he can be helpful”

He referred this to Tokei.

“And we have an extremist so to speak…so you don’t mind doing a few break-bone-free moves on them inside?”

This, he directed to Slayer.

“I…Am merely H2O, your every day living source…So there is nothing you need to know of me yet”

Peeking once more around the corner, and being met by bullets, he quickly pulled his head away and looked to the trio.

“Will you agree to it or not boys?”

[Gasun]

And so Reiji put down his gaurd when he saw a conversation going on between the two people. He guessed that they could use all the help they can get because there's no doubt in his mind that the heroes will come any second and try putting an end to their plan. Something that he was determined not to allow, if they wanted it they would have to follow the laws of the jungle and fight for what they want. And so he lowered his Ninja-To letting off his gaurd, as he was quite sure it would go smoothly despite the expected entrance of the heroes. Who the heroes were, he didn't know yet but what he did know was that they wouldn't just stand still there and let them have their way. But he became inevitably surprised when suddenly a familiar person appeared.

In surprise he turned his head towards Kiroshi's direction and watched him in surprise. He wasn't sure if it was Kiroshi or not but his suspicions were confirmed when he heard the familiar voice. He once fought Kiroshi in a tournament and remembers it quite well. It is hard to forget the Kiroshi's manners once you have dealt with him. He raises his Ninja-To once again and being on his gaurd. He knew more than well that hell would soon break out. His right eyebrow raised and he waited a few moment before talking. He just had to examine Kiroshi's appearance first, and he was surprised at the shortness of Kiroshi. Even though Yakatana was 5'5, one inch taller than Kiroshi so he quickly rejected the insulting thoughts.

"Heh....who can forget that voice? You're the conceited dumbass I fought in the tournament once. And now you try to play hero. If you make the stupid decision of interfering you won't live another day to inflate your big ego. And this time, I will give no mercy." He said in a cold tranquil voice.

His eyes looked cold and determined around him despite the fog trying to limit his view. But Reiji was one who had relentlessly trained for years and years to become what he has now. His training had now given him inhumanely heightened sense. A mere squint with the eyes lets him be able to look through the fog and see everyone present. He can hear even the smallest steps, even smallest sound of movement couldn't escape his ear. While his right arm which was wielding his weapon was being raised in gaurd his left arm was all tense being ready for a quick maneuver. But before that he felt the need to say something about the latest arrival.

"Ano tii bii esu, jibun no koto nan da to omotte’n darou?"

Two of his countrymen present. Does it look like he gives a f´ck?

He watched with caution Kiroshi moving towards his leader Caleb. Anytime now. And immediately at the moment he saw Kiroshi swinging his crimson katana towards Caleb Yakatana's arm moved so fast that the arm was a mere blur flickering as he took a kunai from his sash and lashed his arm forward like a whip. This happened in mere milliseconds. While Kiroshi was in the middle of his slash the kunai traveled through the air at a speed of 80 km/h aiming accurately for the chest area right below the throat. So even if he would somehow manage to connect the slash at Caleb he'd have a kunai straightly stuck right below Kiroshi's throat at shoulder level. So even if he by a miracle would be able to dodge to the side it would still hit the shoulders. The two japanese guys should know by now which side Reiji has taken. He doesn't give a damn about ethnicity wether it be white, black, asian or any other. If anyone fights them they would have to pay the price. A shinobi is dedicated to his duty and not to his country.

The attack Reiji did however didn't mean that he was distracted or off gaurd. If Kiroshi's boyfriend would try anything during this fast maneuver Reiji would be quick to react. Because a mere throw with a kunai certainly didn't take the concentration away from the surroundings. He was focused on his surroundings, as he was now assured that hell would soon break loose. And he has no qualms about fighting his countrymen.

Anytime now.....

[JasonBurden]

Rain's Blood brother.

Overseeing the short battle was a reliving experience. None such as that was so beautiful. Henderson Gizem watched the people, waiting and waiting. A shinobi he asked himself?

Interesting for him. Laying out his hands, electricity struck the iron poles and bolts of the floor, flowing in one fluid movement suddenly down to the carpet which everyone had their feet laid, and a huge electrical bolt split before discharging, and a body formed a little away from the action. Staring hungrily towards the chaos that resided in the room, his tongue licked his lips, feeling the lust for blood and battle.

Just believe, Just go flee.

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Bio- Henderson Gizem is a twin of Nimbus Gizem, but has a different function. As demonstrated, more will be seen. The new war will soon rage, where pro-government go against government in a attempt for interaction within the C/G world. No one knows for sure what will become of it, weather it will die or not, but many present here shall be in future interaction in the starting of this dog gone place.

[Magic Bullet]

"**** this. **** you guys. This is an official announcement: SNAFU"

With everything going down on all sides of him, a lone terrorist thug removed his mask, revealing a cold, brown eyed face with jet black hair. His long hair stood up in a mess as he tore the mask from his face and tossed it to the side, marking him with an air of inexpertise. The truth of this matter, in all probability, would be violently discovered in a matter of seconds.

"And now, heads will roll once more."

As he was speaking, a wave of confusion swept over the many terrorists around him. Was he a friend? An enemy? None of them knew what he was talking about, and for this reason, the man was immediately greeted with the barrels of over a dozen guns.

He simply snorted with disgust. A second later, his body was riddled with bullets. Two terrorists actually fell from friendly fire as the group unloaded on a man standing directly in their midst. But at least he was dead, right?

"Up here, ****heads." He said as his body flickered before taking to the air. Two more terrorists standing adjacant to him doubled over in pain as the man took off. But it wasn't like he had jumped: his body seemed to move as though it were in fast-forward for a second before finding itself a good five feet in the air above the terrorists, plummeting downwards quickly. As he landed, he hammered another two terrorists in the head before landing in a crouch. Their bodies stiffened for a second before dropping like bricks at his feet. His body seemed to flicker once more, and the terrorists opened fire.

"Guess again."

"Over here!"

"This way, dumbasses."

The man taunted as he seemed to teleport back and forth through the group of thugs, taking each down with a single well placed punch. The way he moved was obviously inhuman, and as a result, he was practically untouchable to these petty crooks. He was finished with them in under ten seconds.

"I suppose you guys think you're so cool, barging in here like this. Like, 'ooh, I'm a demon from hell', like it actually means anything or something. I don't care what hell you've come from or what pact you've made with the devil. It doesn't make you any better than anyone else, and you'll learn this lesson painfully if necessary."

The man turned to the one who claimed to be some biblical demon of old.

The bible- hmph! What a crock of ****.

"Pretty boy, you're first. Get ready!"

[Tabris.]

Target acquired and requires extraction. Please comply?

“**** no,” Travis said coldly. He wiggled slightly in his swivel chair, not liking the situation and the costs it held. He was not young enough to doubt that any of the people in the building could dismantle him, but he had enough confidence in Xavior to know that anything could be farther from the truth.

His harmonica sounded highly through the compound and its surroundings. Knowing nothing of the mist that inhabited the building, he safely assumed that any normal person would be consumed by his melody. Of course, he was right: the terrorists continued to fire for another five seconds before turning their attention to the music man walking up the street.

What his eyes had not seen, the boy’s mind had confirmed: others were here, though their uncanny talents would surely block out the soothing and ultimately consuming effects of his music. He wasn’t worried about them, though: the terrorists were under his control now and the terrorists protecting the musical genius would meet any hostility met by the ones around the corner.

The doors slid open and (even the abiotic succumb, he thought wildly) he was in. The closing doors blotted out the masterpiece contained within the five inches of wood and metal.

Travis saved his breath and stowed away the harmonica in his hand as he made his way to something he sensed. He was sure that this was the place he had been summoned; by something that invaded his mind and made him feel weak. He could not contemplate where he was when he heard it, but he did, so he followed. One could only guess that such blind faith would be tossed aside as his years grew.

No time was wasted trying to harm or intoxicate the terrorists with his music, as he had already decided to take them out one by one later on, after he had figured out what the deal was. He issued past them, wiggling in between man after man, trying to get in the center. He had already produced a uniform and blended in nicely. Besides, what was a little telepathic masking amongst friend?

He found the fog and the men in the middle. He also found that he could hear himself breathe. He took it as a side effect of the fog and bid the thought away without another moment’s hesitation.

He holstered a gun he’d taken from a dead terrorist and watched, his mind blank, but ever the recorder.

[Thalnos]

Is this the beginning of the end?
Or is it simply one of the factors that will lead to it? Who cares really, there is work to be done.

Geth swerved through the streets of New York City, towards the Empire State Building, not caring much for running somebody down. He was more concerned about wrecking his bike hitting a few of the people. He never thought this would happen to this city, well he was planning to do something of the like soon enough but he was beaten to the punch. His bike came to a halt in the middle of the street as he looked up as he arrived at his destination.

Time to see what this is all about
And make it even worse

Getting off the bike, he turned to the saddlebags on the side of his vehicle and opened them up. Inside was several frag grenades, smoke grenades, and he had a thick chain with a hook on the end of it. “Showtime,” he muttered in a deep rough voice as he picked up the chain and wrapped some of it around his right arm, holding the other end of it in his right hand as the rest hung close to the ground. He then reached back into the saddlebag and took out a leather pouch. He set it on the back seat of his bike as he removed his leather jacket which revealed the crimson glyphs that adorned his upper body, picking up the pouch again as he took out five frag grenades and three smoke grenades out of it. One last item remained in this saddlebag, a strange looking bomb that was covered in the same glyphs that covered his body.

It was one of his friends, Reiji’s, shrapnel bombs which he modified in the attack at the Heaven’s Eight club, but never had the chance to use it yet. Today would be the day though, and he wanted to see how his Chaos Bomb would act. He put this into the pouch as he started to walk towards the tower when he suddenly stopped, "This might be fun after all.” He continued to walk straight to the front door as five terrorists came running towards him, with their guns pointed right at him, “Take it your not here to give me a dollar?”

I almost feel pity for them for what is going to happen to them… but that feeling quickly passed

As the terrorists started to pull their triggers, Geth started to bleed from the glyphs over his torso. As they began to drip downwards, they suddenly solidified and came up as more blood started to pour out from him as it enveloped his chest as the bullets were fired and started to come towards him.

Normally this is the part where my life flashes before my eyes
But that’s not happening today

The hail of gunfire stopped as the terrorists looked at the man, the blood armor he conjured riddled with bullets. The blood started to liquefy itself as it retracted back into his body as the lead fell to the ground, “Now its my turn!” He reached into his pouch and pulled out one of his smoke grenades. His hand pulled the pin of it, and threw it as the terrorists in the middle of reloading their weaponry.

A thick black smokescreen started to pour out of the top of it as Geth charged at the men holding the hook end of his chain. Just as the last of them finsihed relaoding his gun the splatter of his fellow allies blood spurted across his face as the man tried to back away. It was too late for him as the hook dug itself into his throat, ripping his jugular as more blood stained the sidewalk. "Pitiful," he muttered as he knelt down next to the bodies taking the shotgun and AK-47 from two of them, leaving one of their weapons behind as he picked up some ammo for them as well tossing them into the pouch filling it to the brim. He once again looked towards the entrance, and started to walk towards it as he noticed a pile of dead bodies close to the door.

Looks like I'll have to go through those first

His glyphs started to bleed again as they started to form grotesque tentacles out of blood that started to speed towards the door to move the bodies. Four of them in total formed as they started to advance towards the bodies.

Two of them started to peirce themselves through a body, but that is when it all turned bad. The body he moved suddenly exploded as the rest of the bodies followed in a chain reaction. Geth lost his concentration on the tentacles as they burst into normal blood once again as the shrapnel of the mines, human bone and the like rushed at him.

Time to hit the floor

In reaction to the blast Geth threw himself to the floor and started to form a shell out of the extra blood his body had avaliable at the moment. He stayed like this till he heard the explosions ending and pushed himself off of the ground as he retracted this blood. He turned around and looked down at the shrapnel that found its target, "Didn't kill me yet." Picking up the end of his chain he started to walk through what was left of the front door and enter the Empire State Building.

[Slayer of souls]

That was it... Alex could be here no more. To many people he didn't know, he no longer was paying attention to who was on who's side, all he wanted to do was kill. Looking at the piles of dead bodies, Alex begain to have flash backs... of people dying. He really didn't care who was on who's side. He didn't even know what he was fighting for. 'Whats the point?', he asked himself numerous times.

Just as Alex turned to leave, he noticed a group of about 12 terroroists coming towards him, guns readied.

"Get down, get down!"

Why had he yelled that out? He didn't know who he had just helped. He didn't care either.

Seeking cover behind the corner, Alex drew out one of his Desert Eagles. Would he need it? No.

Looking around at the mayhem, a smile crept across Alex's face, a sick, twisted smile, much like the one he had when he leveled the last building. His erie dark brown eyes looked down to the ground. All of a sudden, the numerous casings of bullits that littered the ground were lifted up and begain to glow a molten red. Sure enough, they were heating up.

Once a large gather had formed, they begain going to the terroists, and then they would slam, right into their faces, bodies, whereever they could bed themselves, they would.

As if that wasn't enough, the glass begain to shatter, in a lot of the surrounding buildings, then birds... they would come hurling down out of the sky as they flew past, each birds heart stopped. This only happened to the doves however.

Deciding to take his leave, Alex jumped on his motercycle, and drove by the terrorists, sure enough, they were all dead. He hadn't deemed apporipate to use 'Chant of the Devil', only 'Thoughts of Hate'. This wasn't his war. He shouldn't have even fought in it, however, the terrorists were coming after him, he was merely protecting his own hide.

Alex then continued to ride off, retreating to... somewhere but here.

[Fellguarde]

A grin of amusement found its way to Asmodeus’ perfect face as he slid the glowing blade of his slender sword cane off the edge of his current opponent’s ghostly katana, facing the man’s veiled face and speaking with a hint of regret in his unholy voice that once again just seemed to punch through this crimson mist.

“Sorry, but I’ll have to deal with you later. A challenge is a challenge after all”.

Smirking momentarily, the swarthy man’s suited form burst out of the red cloud’s perimeter at a leisurely pace, eyes falling upon the one who had offered him a fight, staring deep into his soul and mind.

“Pretty boy? Are you aware that you just called the original evil a pretty boy”?

He strutted towards his enemy, noting the jet black hair almost as dark as his own and holding his sword cane loosely, its vile red aura casting a horrid light on the multitude of bodies strewn around the room, as well as bathing the remaining battles and faces of fighters with its vicious radiance.

“I have to agree though, the bible doesn’t exactly make for a thrilling read. The only interesting bits are the parts where I show up, and they always call me Satan. Who the hell thought that up? Probably couldn’t spell, knowing humans”.

His grin widened when he went over this interlopers earlier speech, almost chuckling as cold humour began to show up in those icy eyes, no pity or even a thought of mercy for the life he was about to take. Just amusement, vile enjoyment in the prospect of suffering.

“You won’t be teaching me any lessons, boy. There’s nothing left to learn”.

One hand still clasping his sword cane at ease, the archdevil opened his left palm to reveal an orb of red, seething energy, brilliant flashes of crimson lightening marring its surface as it crackled there in his hand. A flick of his wrist sent the bolt of hellish energy searing through the air at terrifying speed, towards his new opponent.

Before the orb of destruction struck his foe Asmodeus was already gone, a brief flash of blood-coloured light being the only sign that he had ever been standing there. Reappearing in the translucent haze of red and shimmering air behind his enemy’s back the archdevil lunged, leading with the unholy point of his glowing sword cane.

[Seth~Mayvus]

So slowly, slowly got she up,
And slowly she drew nigh him,
And all she said when there she came:
"Young man, I think you're dying!"

--Barbara Allen

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And this is the one place to be?

His little pet Tres launched his attack upon the hapless Aeceus and his, especially those who it could be said had bought and sold him, attempted either his enslavement or destruction, and for thirty peices of silver. He would deal with them soon enough, in the off chance that Tres failed to maime and scatter the over sized mound that was Clan Eclipse.

Manhattan, and The Empire State building, tallest building in the world, maybe, but of little note. So sudden it was, that all of this had come to a head here, the comings and goings, the wanderings of the nameless. Here, in this dank metropolis known as New York. Here, they would end the focal event begun. But perhaps he would intervene directly, this once.

A fellow deciever, but very full of himself. Asmodeus...

We shall play the game of Lucifer, where nobody wins, but everyone can lose.

A moment ago he had not been even in route, but then all of the sudden he was there. He arrived with neither visual movement more then a slight pace from the ether, nor did he make a garishly audible sound. It would all come to a ead soon enough still, though...

He came as one from the new days mist, fading fromwhence he came to whence he was. Clad in the darkest of grays, he wore the darkest of these as a light overcoat, opened and fluttering in what little breeze. His eyes were closed as though he walked in sleep, and his face was youthful and beautiful to gaze upon. His dark, raven hair so long, did flutter in the breeze, but still maintained its straightness. His skin was pale, almost unnaturally ashen. How strange he'd come, this man so disinterested. He wore a solemn face nt caring, not mean nor unfriendly, not jubilent nor sorrowful. He was somberness in definition, upon his not at all garishly small or large visage. But it did carry the air of the Lord of a Realm, of a nobleman in a household. It stopped the raucous if not for a moment, for any who did see. And all who did not see would turn, as if by te words of Coleridge, turning to see this dreamer weave a dream, as if hearing his odd charisma itself cry out from his blood and bone, sinew and flesh.

...And all woud hear and see them there...

He stood there near a lone terrorist, not entirely aware of the going-on's elsewhere. It wasn't the sort of terrorist one might imagine, though. It was one from our own borders, one of the ones who would make this a land of one sort of people, an oligarchy of imagined perfection. He turned and his mouth opened slightly in awe, as he guarded the south entrance. He then recovered his thoughts, and he pointed his M-16 at Seth, aiming from the hip. With a click, he switched it to burst. He was about to fre, but found he could not, as Seth did open his eyes. The son of Mayvus had his will, and would soon have his life. The man was only in his twenties.

"Wha...what?! Stop, please..."

The man pleaded through clenched teeth, as Seth willed the weak-minded young man's weapon to his head. His crimson eyes were aglow with an apathetic sort of power, this man clad in decent darkgrey casual wear, his shined shoes refracting light.

"Your fate was sealed whence you came", he uttered with apathetic sympathy, in a cruel, youthful lilt.

"No! Please, DAMN YOU, STOP IT!!!"

The muzzle of the weapon came to rest 'neath his unworthy chin, and with a sound like thunder it did win his soul, splattering the contents of his thoughts upon the ceiling, walls and floor. A little bit splattered upon Seth Mayvus' face like spittle, as well as a great deal for some reason upon the threshold. He wiped it from his face with a white handkerchief.

Penance paid, yet more still owed...

He walked past the empty reception desk, and past the remains of the empty headed man of who's empty headed mind had been emptied of empty contents. Silly young man he'd been, to challenge one to a fight he could not win.

Seth Mayvus continued his journey towards the main fight with a slow pace, and many more terrorists of weak will did hide or flee themselves, praying that whatever god conceal them. His eyes though were closed once again, in an endless dream...

...And all should cry, beware! beware!
his flashing eyes, his floating hair!
And I would circle 'round him thrice
closing mine eyes with holy dreade...

Ah, to be as Coleridge, and cast justice as Poe might've done, and then this race's freedom to have won. He could sense it there, that familiar stench. He of Asmodeus' face had not thus far wished to forget...

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Give these to the boys in lieu of pay...

[NPC's are NPC's]

[Magic Bullet]

Original evil... Satan... who did this guy think he was, anyway?

Perhaps the original evil of this earthly realm. But this man had been around. This realm wasn't the only one with a Satan. He had dealt with 'gods' before, if you could call them that, and yet this Asmodeus thought he was something special? The man wouldn't even bother giving him his name.

"Knowing humans..." The man chuckled. "Ueah, I know a lot more than humans. This world is pathetic compared to some of the things I've seen in the past. Now come. Show me what you've learned."

But the demon was already on the offensive. A ball of energy was flung in the man's direction, but he did nothing to stop it. In fact, his body was completely still. The ball would collide with it, and simultaneously, Asmodeus would appear behind him, ready to slice him in two. That's when he would realize the mistake he had made.

The man's body flickered and dissapeared as though it had teleported, and the man was suddenly in another place, standing a few feet away from where he had been only a moment ago. Was he that fast? Had he teleported? Either way, this left Asmodeus with a very big problem, seeing as his own attack was hurtling at breakneck speeds in his direction. The man didn't even need to attack yet! Instead, he slipped his hands into his pockets and removed a pair of spiked gloves, and placed them over his fists as he waited to see how his opponent would dodge his own attack.

"For someone with nothing to learn, you're certainly off to a great start." He would taunt, cocking his head to the side and exposing his vulnerable neck to the demon. Anyone or anything with even the slightest of feral instincts would see such an action as a display of absolute confidence. As far as he was concerned, he had already won. This was just the time in between, before the demon would die.

[Chrysalis]

(( Question you guys that entered, how did you get past the mines hidden in the bodies of the guards piled at the entrances? It would seem that anyway you walked through, you would face exploding mines. ))

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Jason was just another terrorist, equipped with the best arsenal of all the terrorists, he wasn't just a normal terrorist one could say. He was a commander of operations, and had been equipped neural implants which block out all intrusive psychic waves, which gave him the advantage over psychic soldiers, it also let his mind be completely untampered with, by the mans harmonic voice, which put most of the soldiers in the trance.

What the hell? They seem to be under this boys control.. it would seem it would be best to go along with it.

He slowly followed after the rest of them, standing behind the man with his ACR slung over his back, the ACR was an advanced combat rifle, instead of bullets it shot small things called flechettes, 30 to a magazine. Due to the smaller size of these, they were much more accurate and traveled farther then an m16. The other weapon he had was his custom .500 Magnum, it was a .348 winchester case cut to about an inch and a half, with a huge .450 grain bullet. It traveled at velocities of 1200-1400 feet per second, getting into the 'cannon ball' range of footpound/energy.

Most guns were made to inflict trauma and less shock when being shot, but this gun inflicted more shock and more trauma. The gun swung in his arm as he moved, following behind the boy Travis and his soldier terrorists untill they stopped.

Slowly unhooking a grenade from his belt, he pulled out the pin with his teeth, waiting untill four second before pitching the grenade in the middle off all his terrorist soldiers, since they were under control, they would be more slow and clumsy, then they would uncontrolled, and with 3 seconds left he stepped down a hall 2 feet behind him, covering his ears he pressed his back to it, untill a large 'BOOM!" rang throughout the halls of the building.

The grenades killing radius was up 15 meters, the injury radius up to 35, the weapon was quite lethal if used right, but he wasn't planning on taking out Travis with it, merely his lackies which he was controlling with his powers, to deliver them a swift death.

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As the man went to initially attack him, he hadn't even moved, sensing both of the men with him, would take care of it. He quickly jamemd down the button on his speaker, his voice ringing through the other side of the speaker from the man in the most heavily guarded control room, he spoke in a commanding voice, since he was quite upset he hadn't fired yet. "What is the estimated time untill your ready?"

The man replied in a quick yell, obviously gun shots could be heard behind him. "Sir we have the laser locked on, and it's charging for a blast, the effect radius will take out washington like a scalpel cutting a heart out of it's patient, no radiation, but everything will be completely decimated."

"Excellent!" Caleb exclaimed over the effect of the mist, it seemed Reiji had The communicator, and Asmodeus had the other man, it seemed as if he wouldn't have a challenge to do, but he still stood prepared. His hand gently curving around the delicate ivory hilt of his katana, the blade had already been cleaned, and he slowly slid it back into it's sheath. His fingers moving to the hilt of his Saber, fingers tightening around the blade, slowly and effortlessly tugging it from it's sheath, small pinpoints of light danced about the room, as the light of the cieling shone of the silvery edge of the blade, it seemed a distant blue shimmering effect took place on the blade, probably the diamond dust which had been sprinkled over it.

The Saber was quite flexible, which let it take impact, it merely shook slightly when it went to block another blade. But it still cut and pierced even more effective then most blades, since any blade which was completely solid and thin would break easily, if it were flexible, it could absorb impact, without breaking.

Caleb lifted his gaze about the room, taking in the view of them all a gentle smirk crossing the edges of his face. His crimson orbs scanned the eyes of those he would fight, even though they had flashy entrances, they were hardly intimdating to a trained swordsman. He had seen many cocky warriors, meet an early demise due to this, but for now he wished for minimal casualties, once the laser was fired, they would make their exit, after sending the satellite crashing into the earth's atmosphere.

[Fellguarde]

What’s the worst thing about him? Christ… you’re asking me to tell you what the darkest tricks up the devil’s sleeve are. He’s got an endless list of exquisite evils, torture that can make you forget who you are, delicate pains that leave your mind reeling, the only thing you can even contemplate apart from the burning pain being the constant despair that clutches your heart like a talon of frozen terror. But the worst.. is when he forces you to relive your darkest moments. At his mercy I was made to live out the death of my love countless times, aware of what would happen but bound by my own mind. It was almost as bad as the real thing. ~Leonardo De’Castellian.

The cocky archdevil made no move to avoid his own deadly sphere of destructive energy, nor did he even register the insolent one’s snide comment as the blast shrieked through the air with all the fury of hell at its back. The grin was still on his face as the orb’s dazzling brightness met his own regal form, the crackling red bolt passing through Asmodeus like he was a mere spectre of himself, not even a wisp of the demon’s form disturbed. Did the interloper really think that it would work?
The orb of abyssal power flew past, striking the wall and seeming to have no effect but for the arcs of red lightening now coursing up its surface.

His sword arm now at ease again and the smile locked in place, the archdevil tapped his feet on the floor as if waiting, turning towards his opponent and speaking with a condescending tone.

“Did you really think that I would try that if I was risking my own health? Oh, here comes the explosion”.

Asmodeus’ posture was far too calm as he stood there, his face turned away from what he knew was about to happen. A resounding, thunderous burst of energy and the deafening sound that accompanied it shook the room, the wall that his bolt had struck shattering like glass, shrapnel flying like deadly missiles, one even whizzing past Asmodeus’ ear but not even provoking a blink.

The archdevil pondered his next move for a moment, realizing what was in store for both him and his enemy. They could both travel instantaneously, which would make for a teleporting battle, something that often dragged out and that Asmodeus had no love for. No, he would end this now.

It appeared in a too unnoticeable fashion for most to take note of, fading into existence without the slightest of tiny sounds. Maybe some would recognize it and wonder, for there was another who bore this mark. There now hung above his head a black halo, sitting there like an unholy crown, a symbol of his status as the original evil in the multiverse.

With a wave of his hand The Lord Of Serpents dismissed his bloodthirsty sword cane, the weapon shimmering out of this plane in a bur of distortion. The wind kicked up immediately, not rising slowly but seeming to blast from him at gale force, a dark chord on its whistle and its touch bearing the terrible cold of hell’s frozen layers. In an instant the wind was shrieking with the souls of hell’s petitioners, their demonic and translucent forms tugging at his enemy, inviting him to spend an eternity of torment in their emaciated arms, their chorus of screams forming a single cacophony of perfect evil.

And in the middle of all this stood Asmodeus, not a single hair moving in this unearthly storm that hailed from the windswept depths of Pandemonium itself, a place where the wind blast the strongest from their feet and howls until madness is formed in the mind.
An inky black portal to his own realm appeared behind his opponent, who would surely be swept off his feet by the intense winds. And if he did, that would plunged him through the dire gateway, straight down to hell…

Enjoy your stay...

[Magic Bullet]

This wasn't so bad.

Sure, he had power- in this world, at least. But this man had learned to never trust one who claimed to be the 'Original Evil'. Everyone thought that they were the biggest, the baddest... but there was always something out there, if you looked hard enough, always something in another world that was stronger. He had seen things before... things not meant for a sane mind. This Asmodeus, no matter how strong he was, was still confined within the bounds of reality.

And he could be beaten.

The man winced as the painful screeches of the damned blasted through his ears. His hair fluttered behind him as a dark wind pulled him backwards towards an eternity of unspeakable evil. In his perriphereal, he could see the portals to the underworld opening up behind him... He struggled to push forwards, moving slowly but surely against the evil wind. Inch by inch he moved onwards, with each step making another gesture with his right hand.

When he had felt he was no longer in immediate danger from the portal, he stopped, his legs flexing hard to stay standing. He extended his right hand outwards, and it was now that Asmodeus would notice the faint blue glowing around it. He then twisted his wrist, his elbow cocked at an angle so that his palm was facing his face, and pressed his forefinger and middle finger into it. His body suddenly surged with light- a gentle light, easy to look at, yet brilliant at the same time. If Asmodeus was lord of all evil in this realm, he would now see what it was like to fight the god of another.

The blue light still enveloped his body so that his features could not be made out as he spoke.

"I'll show you now, that you are not without equal. Your power has its limits- this is a fact that nobody seems to realize until they've been beaten to a bloody pulp- and I guess now it's your turn."

As the blue light faded, the man came back into focus with crystal clarity. His form seemed sharper, clearer, as though it were seperate from the rest of the world- and that wasn't too far from the truth. He no longer struggled to remain balanced against the pull of the portal. Instead, he simply smirked at his opponent.

He made his attack, and his opponent hadn't even realized it...

Unless Asmodeus could sense the man's approach without seeing him in under a second, he would be pummeled by an invisible barrage of punches, steel enforced by the rows of sharp spikes lining his gloves. All the while, it would appear as though the man was still standing at least ten feet away. He would finish with a single straight punch to the demon's torso in a blow that would send him tumbling head over heels, and just then he would appear- his knees bent, one arm bent at his side with the other full extended from the punch, bearing a grin on his face.

Now that he had lost the homefield advantage, Asmodeus seemed to be hardly a threat at all.

[Kiroshi Shigami]

The Communicator was most surprised to see that Onnen had been blocked thanks to the weapon of another man, who somehow was 'evil' enough to do so. Cursing under his breath, he cast the sword back to where it came from, the fog of silence following it. Distracted, he had no time to see a thrown blade zoom towards him and slash across his chest. By now, pain had not much of an effect on the young man, and the sight of blood was something he had gotten used to. Growling he turned to see Yakatana, obviously the thrower of the blade. His mind began to over-clock once more as he planned out his actions. His eyes bled, and his fists trembled in rage. He prepared to strike Caleb down quickly, the man who was directly in front of him - Then Reiji would be the next to feel the wrath of the communicator.

As he extended a hand to summon the Kagayaki-To, the ultimate weapon in his arsenal which just being near could deplete an enemy of his physical energy, he heard Caleb speaking into a radio. In his current state of concentration, he had only been able to salvage part of the conversation, however it was enough for him to realize that he had a much higher calling. More than just this building was at stake. He backed away from Caleb, his eyes widening behind his veil. His mouth was agape.

"Asura, defend me!"

Another red-bladed sword materialized out of thin air, only this one was hovering circles around Kiroshi. The blade was made entirely out of the user's will - The more desperate the situation, the more powerful the blade was. In this situation, where hundreds of thousands of lives were at stake, as well as the well-being of an entire country - Kiroshi himself would have to say that the situation was incredibly desperate. The blade glowed with determination as in encircled Kiroshi, who sat on the ground motionless. Anybody who attempted to attack him would feel both the spiritual and physical effects of the blade. It operated in both realms, so if it cut a person, they'd not only be cut but they would have their souls ripped from their body.

The blade had unmatched speed - It could move to destroy somebody as soon as they moved to fire a gun, or draw a sword. But he couldn’t count on that entirely. Where the Asura would fail, Takeshi would most likely succeed.

He closed his eyes, and stood there, moving no more. He was the perfect sitting duck, one might think as they moved to attack him – But then they would be instantly struck down by the great Asura. It would require more than one man to stop him at this point. He super-concentrated, thinking only of Spekter `K.

Somewhere else in the world, namely a foggy forest in Okinawa, Japan, a massive machine would leap into the skies. With no pilot, and an Anti-Matter Drive, the Spekter `K was capable of reaching it’s physical extremes. The anti-matter powering it’s internal and arachnoid boosters caused it to shoot into the sky like a reverse-meteor on steroids. It’s destination: An accumulation of radioactive energy in space, within earth’s orbit. Kiroshi knew that there were several satellites out there, but only one of them was going to fire a massive mega-laser of utter doom, positioned within range of Washington D.C, if he had heard the radio conversation correctly.

Spekter `K stopped it’s over-boost and hovered in space. The target satellite was in sight. The arachnoids on the mecha’s back extended forward, and energy began to accumulate in the exact center of the tips of all of the arachnoids.

”This, I call the cleansing light…”

He muttered in his state of meditation. Invisible to those inside the buildings, the sky flashed white, as Spekter `K’s AMD Linear Cannon let loose a massive beam of energy, evaporating the satellite, before it had a chance to unleash chaos upon the United States of America.

The attack had taken a total of a minute and a half to carry out. It would have taken much longer if Kiroshi himself had been in the cockpit. Spekter `K, as it turns out, was most deadly unmanned. The machine would then over-boost across the country, having just saved the president of the United States without him even knowing he was in danger.

His eyes would flash open, and a smile would appear on his face.

”Fools, you may have all the special abilities and neat little tricks, but as far as technology goes, Kiroshi Shigami is second to none.” The young man slowly got to his feet, yawning aloud, and taking the Asura in his hands. As he spoke again, he mimicked Yakatana’s annoying voice, then Caleb’s. ”Hey, look at me, I’m gay! I killed ten guys in bar! Oh yeah!? Well I shot fifteen million old ladies! Guess what? I just saved this pitiful country – In my sleep! Who’s your DADDY!?” His smile was immortal. Caleb would probably think he was joking, or something stupid like that. Yakatana would probably laugh like an idiot, then eat his own knife. However, their self-proclaimed grandiose plan had just failed. What were they going to do now? Insult to injury, Spekter `K landed somewhere outside, with a tremendous thud.

[Seth~Mayvus]

[Kinda moddish, but you know I'm more then fair in actual fighting]

...But yester-night I prayed aloud
In anguish and in agony
Up-starting from the fiendish crowd
Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me...

'The Pains of Sleep', Coleridge

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"Now what have we here?", was utterred, in a curiosity characteritsic of the corrupted dreamer, a dream of death and dying he muttered, in a cruel baritone of aristocratic guile. He opened his eyes and with a gaze of crimson, peered for a measureless mile, hands in pockets, the air of a man desiring neither more stature nor rank, having what he needed and more.

Beware, one who walks Between, for things are not at all what they seem...

Seth observed and the dark-gentleman smiled, as he glanced upon the weapon that had fired upon distance measured only by the most brilliant of men. He walked past one of the corpses thus made lethal, and from beyond the grave the weapon would wish to strike, and wound him with a massive explosion. But Seth did stop, the glint of something unfamiliar, and with his minds eye he did predict there; be him alive for a very long year, he wasn't a fool, his thought patterns though unclear. He slowly, slowly did kneel down, and next to the innocent body aside him. He reached out with his hand and mind, and the volatile mine he did calm then, cooling it's imprisoned fire ever so lsightly, with a compassionate gaze of neon red. He gently moved the body aside, the mines hunger partially faded. It's desire to release its load had been temporarily sated. He picked him up that devilish device, fashioned by the hand of man, and placed it in the crock of his arm, to carry it onward with him. It would serve a purpse still, for though the triggers he had calmed, a bomb was still a bomb, and he had many a man for whom their mothers he'd make weep, mayhaps...

Maime and kill, play their game, teach them the tricks of a far older trade...

Indeed I will, I'll end this still, only to begin anew...

He uprose to begin again, a journey to the others. He walked into the shadows still, and by their ether he'd bid to travel. But when he'd arrive, he would be far from peaceful. He'd send them on their merry way, and send them all in caskets grand, where none again might lay a hand, in weeping or in laughter...

A second before he'd been there still, in shadows of unlighted corridors, measurless to man. But when the second hand reached the seventh hour, he had vanished into them, and made with haste, with silence prepared to lay men to waste.

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We drifted o'er the harbour-bar,
And I with sobs did pray:
O let me be awake, my God!
Or let me sleep away.

'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner', Coleridge

[Tabris.]

[OOC: Yeah, speed-posting. Good deal, bastards. The mines suck, Caleb. :[ You make me want to gag, kthnx.]

BEFORE:

Travis’s entrance wasn’t left unnoticed, it seemed, as a massive explosion rocked him from under his feet. Glass and foreign matter shattered and vaulted towards the boy and it turned out he would never notice them: something stirred, some deep and guttural beast underneath, and the glass and shrapnel was expelled backwards in a violent burst of psychokinetic energy mixed and stirred within his developed mind.

This seemed to cause a domino effect (no domino for Travis) and explosives detonated within the building, seemingly from no where. Where they came from didn’t matter, but that they were there at all caused a slight complication. He continued his fall down and hit his head on the once shiny floor as the violent burst of phrenic might cascaded around him and threw the blasts in all directions. The foundations of the building rocked, as the fire from the grenades became a lethal torrent of might that Travis would never experience again (at least in the telekinetic sense).

A shame he was knocked out.

As the fire receded to wherever fire comes from, a slight chime entered from behind the boy’s head and alertness ran over him like a semi. He staggered to his feat and searched for a uniform, anything to keep him under the radar.

NOW:

Kiroshi Shigami.

His mind was ever ready, but as of yet, no one had seen him come (not counting his encounter earlier). He trained his eyes on the person in front of him: Shigami.

Saving the world? Nothing much to save, though, is there? Good luck saving the terrorists, you lousy Jap.

Help him. He would, of course, but only because he had once lived as he did: by the honor and code of those pitted against the vile depths of hell. The fact that he himself gained much of the power he had now thanks to such a creature didn’t affect him in the least. It was in the name of good, so it was a-okay.

In the meantime, he would prepare to attack and save Shigami should anyone attack. But the stench of the terrorists was growing and he didn’t like it in the least. A combined smell of gunpowder and sweat made the boy gag slightly, though his mind stayed on Shigami.

He quickly pursed his lips and began to hum a soft melody. If he was right in his thinking, only the terrorists (grunts, no higher) would here him and become entranced by it’s simplistic melody.

No one would interfere.

In fact, they might need the entranced terrorists to do their handiwork.

[Terry_Bogard]

× It's time to change
It can't stay the same
Revolution is my name
It will never change
So here it stays
Forever is my name ×

Unaware of the growing chaos located deep in the heart of Manhattan, eight hundred-twenty-three boys and girls, aged from 11 years old to 14, stood up, as they did daily, and recited the Pledge of Allegiance. A few mischievous ones half-heartedly droned on in monotones, but most of the middle school was somber, especially because a great number of them had lost friends and relatives during 9/11 and the War on Terror. As they held their hands over their hearts, they began to finish the pledge.

“One nation, under God…”

Many came, both to help and to hinder. About five minutes had passed since Tokei’s initial charge and already six or seven had appeared on the scene. The slew of the terrorists had either been run over, killed, decapitated, or somehow else injured in some way by the rush of incoming fighters.

“…Indivisible…”

“Hello Nimbus… I am Tokei Arcanos, though certain factions know me only as Blackstar. Take your pick of names.”

With that, a final terrorist struggled to his feet. Grasping at his shotgun, he rushed Tokei and the others, fire spreading straight for him. Not looking back at his attacker, with a raise of his arm he sent out a psionic pulse, stopping the bullets in their tracks. With a flick of his wrist the lead slugs flew backwards and collided heavily with the attacker. That was the last mobile of them. Tokei had made sure of that. As Nimbus finished speaking he raised one finger to interrupt the being’s words.

“Hold that thought, sir…”

Turning around and grabbing the man’s barely-used shotgun and a spare clip from his belt, he reloaded, cocked it, and tossed it to Garret quickly.

“I noticed you ran out of ammo.”

Turning his back on the congregated assembly of fighters, he cast his gaze upon the building. Many civilians had fled in sheer terror, but, to no surprise, many others were actually running into the building, dodging the terrified rush of passerby and the malice of their enemies.

“…With liberty…”

He smiled confidently. A quick, rushing assault on the enemy was needed. Two enormous explosions rocked the building, however, it stayed strong, barely able to maintain its own weight. Transforming his smile into an angry spit at the ground, he tightened his grip and headed straight for the building.

Inside.

//Well. It seems you have gotten started.//

The telepathic message seemed to smirk as it appeared obnoxiously in the minds of all present. The silver sword rested, sheathed at his right side, and he walked in slowly, discharging the minds with a slight pulse from his brain. Wings adjusted and hands clapped loudly. A bold entrance to be sure, and he made sure to attempt to capture everyone’s attention.

“…And justice for all…”

With the final line, the schoolchildren sat down in their seats, ready to begin their everyday activities. No sooner had they finished when a huge yet distant boom resounded, shaking the earth. The security officers on campus received a message over their walkie-talkies, a message stating that there was some sort of war in the Empire State Building. Immediately the school was put on lock down, nobody was to leave the room they were currently in except in cases of emergency.

Justice for all…

Without hearing those final words Blackstar pondered their meaning.

Justice….for all…

//They must be brought to justice. Before they leave the world as a hellhole known as the future.//

This was ‘whispered’ privately to Kiroshi, seemingly his closest ally in this war. Then he focused his attention on who was obviously the leader, Caleb Bludworth. A man was fighting him already. Speeding over to where the two resided, he passed up Caleb’s challenger.

“Step aside.”

A newer blade, definitely not of ancient origin. Interesting.

Moving at blazingly quick speeds, Tokei unsheathed his sword with his left hand, swinging upward and in an arc to the right. The sword came out in an attempt to at least disrupt Caleb’s blade and knocking it either out his hands or at least away from his body, a place where Tokei could land a devastating blow. If – though more like when – it hit, he would reverse the momentum, swinging the blade to the left after grasping it with both hands. The second strike would undoubtedly hit provided that the first had knocked out his defenses.

× What is my name? Revolution... ×

[OoC: Meh. Sorry for the wait.]

[Seth~Mayvus]

Walk with me my little child
To the forest of denial
Speak with me my only mind
Walk with me until the time
And make the forest turn to wine
You take the legend for a fall
You saw the product

Why can't you see that you are, my, child
Why don't you know that you are, my, mind
Tell everyone in the world, that I'm, you
Take this promise to the end, of, you

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With not a sound nor a whisper, the walker of Ether came, stepping one fort 'fore another, his intense eyes of crimson gleamed. He bore upon his body the outfit of dark-grey, an intense aura of apathy apparent to all. He came to bid them hence, and with his efforts he gazed on them. But he saw only one likely way to solve this situation, and that was to killthem all. But first he'd prove his point, that immeasureless wisdom, that forgoing of reason. He had taken that mine with him hence, and he'd come with intentions deeper then darkness.

He'd use that little toy soon enough, but first he'd deal his anger hence. He was careful to walk delicately, over the rubber and ruied flesh, over the floor alllittered with wounds and blood, dust and sweat. He was careful to move not too slowly, but certainly not to quickly so as to make visible motion and sound. Like a shade of eternity, like an endless phantom, the Dark Walker moved along the roof.

Now make an end...

Seth being more chaotic then evil, was moved by their maniacal rage of pitched battle, and instead smiled as the oncoming blade of Tokei came to meet the rotations of Caleb's blade. But the blades wouldn't meet with that fated strike. With a closing of his eyes ever so slightly, a smile that purred with genuine pleasure crossed Seth's lips. He passed his hand over the mine, massaging it's soul once more, and giving it back the pain thence earned through the hand of its creator.

Now go seek thy creators blood...

He tossed the disk shaped bomblike a discus, the area that the Devourer had touched slightly aglow, but not of the type as in physically heated. It would meet between the blades, and at the very least throw them away from one another, and in a tremendous daze.

But he followed through as well, and with the spinning motion induced by the discus throw, he threw open the dark grey overcoat, and drew his skrin bone blade, with music loud and long, the ivory blade from the ebony sheath.

Ah, if only those children knew...ah, if only their teachers taught them true. They've been left unable to comprehend whence he came, stripped of their will in the first place, forced to walk the Earth in the same dire straits as their parents did, in a monotonous daze as their predecessors. But then again...

...Those who do not learn from history, they simply must repeat it. Bid them swiftly to Heaven's Gate...

After the passing concussion, the adversaries present would have attention undoubtedly drawn thus, and the great Mayvus would open his eyes to greet them. He'd lock them with his crimson eyes, and their souls he'd deny, that most coveted prize of escaping the blood-red gaze. He'd bless them with sweet verse, however, before he sent them through the never.

"You called for death; I have come. Tread carefully, when deciding what to wish for."

He'd bless them with his expression filled with euphoria, the dark child lost in the moment, drinking in the irony. It felt all the time though the world was spinning, as through a centrifuge. He would also show them a lesson learned, as in his other hand he drew a .50 Caliber Desert Eagle.

Now learn your lesson, lest you repeat it anew...

And Teachers...tell the students there be such things as monsters...

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Take this promise for a ride
You saw the forest now come inside
You took the legend for its fall
You saw the product of it all
No televisions in the air
No circumcisions on the chair
You made the weapons for us all
Just look at us now

System of a Down, 'Forest'

[Chrysalis]

(( Uh BlackStar, I don't have a rotating blade, yes I drew my blade, but I held it with my hand, that's why my fingers wrapped about it, i'll let you edit your post before I make my own.. ))

[Chrysalis]

(( I'll add on to this post after blackstar does, hope you don't mind but I like keeping my fights fair, it would be to easy to say 'he swung at nothing' and then take advantage of that. ))

What fools thought that the sattelite had no defenses? As the linear cannon had been fired, 10 small tiled titanium plates which circled around the sattelite, slowly came to be seen, as they blocked the path of the cannon. The plates linked together, making a perfect shield to protect the satellite. But they were not just merely thick plates, there were many more of them, and joined together depending on the defensive threat. But it seemed they wouldn't be used this time, for instantly when the anti matter launched out, it moved a good distance away from the mecha before exploding, the wave of a 42 gigaton nuclear explosion hitting the tiled shields, as it sent the sattelite flying into orbit, but as the sattelite spun

The man in the control rooms voice could be heard crackling over the communicator. "Sir a large blast of energy was fired at the satellite, from a cannon mounted in a mecha from space, the sattelite has been knocked farther into orbit, sir we can't hit Washington! We're right voer toyko what should we do?!"."

Caleb smirked slightly as he watched the man, who mocked him, before hitting the commuicator on his robe."It's time, fire the lasers on Tokyo!hehehe." Calebs voice pierced through the very fog in the air, only a hint of crazyness could be heard with his last maniacal chuckle.


It was to late, the laser been shot down from earth, a massive spere of greenish light, the energy seemed to extend from the very long cannon inside the sattelite, only a pin point to begin with, but spreading through an intense magnifier, which spread it outward into a massive ray of destruction, heading down over Tokyo. Even if something got in the path, it would be instantly ripped apart, and disingritating into nothingness. With that kind of power, the whole city of Toyko would be completely destroyed, leaving only a massive circle like crater to ever tell the tale of what happened to it.

The only thing that would probably remain of Tokyo was a large cloud of dust and ashes that floated out of residue of the destruction, the laser cannon eventually retracted back into the sattelite, and the song of war was over. Destruction had won this battle, it was not what he planned, but still it was beautiful.



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After the large blast of the grenade, and the shrapnel had been expelled, and ripped apart his clumsy soldiers. Jason took his hands from his ears, and quickly moved down the stairwell which the man had fell, he raised the barrel of his .500 magnum, his finger tensing on the 3 lb. trigger pull, as a massive .450 grain bullet was expelled at a speed of 1200-1300 feet per second.

The shot rang through the halley, as the bullet blasted down towards him, just as the man had lifted himself to his feet from the ground. It would give the man almost no time to react, with a massive bullet which is like a minitaure cannon ball being fired at him, if it hit his right shoulder, the area he was aiming at, it would most likely take a large chunk out of his arm, if not take his whole arm off, because the size and speed of the bullet was tremendous, and the impact would instantly spread the man across the ground, crying helplessly.

After the first shot was fired from the magnum chamber which had revolved, he would instantly send another bullet at the mans next location, wether it be sprawled out on the ground, or if he had dodged. It would still be aimed at the same spot of his left thigh, if it hit it would still do the same type of damage that the first bullet would have, if not put the man in more emotinoal shock from another bullet attempting to or hitting him.

"I hope you like hell, buddy." He spat, after firing, 3 massive bullets still left in the chamber, waiting to be fired, the gun still drawn towards his foe, and if any sign of him moving he would fire the rest of the bullets, in a few shots in hopes of taking the man out, if need be he would quickly holster his winchester, and revert to his ACR, advanced combat rifle.


(( Alright, I edited my post after a discussion with Spekter. ))

[Tabris.]

[OOC: In case anyone was wondering, the parenthesis are thoughts he picked up from the surface of Caleb's mind (if you don't like it Caleb, I can always edit). Being a telepath and mostly unable to control the full extent of his power, it was bound to happen.]

“It's ti—“

“No way, Jose,” Travis said softly. His mind leapt forward and slashed at the communicator. It dismantled easily and shattered into three pieces. One such piece fell to the floor and landed with a lackluster clap.

Now nothing was there when Caleb reached for the device to request whatever it he wanted (kill kill kill not washington he hit us damn him), leaving him incapacitated and without knowledge of whatever was happening above earth. If he were stronger, he would have sent a telepathic message up to wherever the other end of the squawk-box lead and told them to finger themselves. Alas, he weren’t that powerful.

But he was powerful enough to do something about Caleb. He quickly resumed humming, but at a lower level. He wasn’t sure how well he could control these terrorists, but the fact that he had to quickly pushed away feelings of doubt. With his lower pitched tone, the melody would be unheard by those with occupied minds, but an orchestra of dissonance to those with clear thoughts.

His tone took a higher pitch and twenty of the terrorists around him brought their guns at attention. Their sights levels on the communicator, following every detail heard within the siren song. Travis had brought his own gun up in tune with the other terrorists, giving him a look of obedience that betrayed his own ambitions. For but a second, the sights stayed on the communicator. But a moment was all that it was, for next their eyes swung to Caleb and they opened fire in rapid unison.

Caleb, probably confused as to why his device was ripped in twain, would be left with zero time to react and even less time to think about how they would mark his tombstone. Twenty-one people opened fire on their former master with no qualms about how he would punish them—kill them, if Travis was correct—and no worries as to why Travis would kill each and every one of them when the job was done.

All the while, he hummed and kept an open mind, lest someone interfere.

------------------------------BEFORE

Travis was set to running as soon as his feet stepped over the ground.

As he got up, a side effect of the sudden and mighty phrenic outburst took place: around him, a mental mini-vacuum took hold. The closest thing to him was a discarded body, charred from the fire and shrapnel, and that flew towards him at a high speed and instead of clinging to his body, it made a full revolution and in the direct path of the bullets. The bullets embedded themselves into the bodies back as his mind went along with his instincts and provided the boy of sixteen with support.

The outburst from before had unlocked something within him, almost like what had happened with Xavior. But this was self-inflicted, wasn’t it? Or, at least, done on its own. Later he would wonder how many more doors could be unlocked within his mind, but for now he saw nothing of the man behind him or the one shooting at him.

His head swayed back and forth, looking for a dead body to use as cover for when he got near the top.

[Fellguarde]

The gentlemanly demon watched with a calm smile bordering on a confident smirk as his opponent struggled to keep his balance against Pandemonium’s vast weight. He could almost taste the pain that hell would bring to this one when he fell through its unfathomable depths and into the darkest of all abyssal regions.

That smile never left when his enemy straightened against the unearthly tempest, performing some kind of hand motion that swathed his body in brilliant blue light that washed over Asmodeus’ still form as the archdevil waved his hand, dismissing the portal as well as his hellish winds, slight interest showing up in his face.

The light show faded away and he gazed upon a new enemy, this one obviously divine in nature and covered in a soft blue radiance that reminded Asmodeus of another enemy he had fought long ago.

An enemy that he buried a long time ago…

He listened to the insolent creature’s mouth blurting out its idiocy like a stream of fetid vomit, a waste of air and sound waves. So, his enemy was of the divine? At his full power Asmodeus had destroyed scores of them, and at his current level a number of four.

Soon to be five…

He knew the invisible attack was coming, a whirlwind of metal fists and anger. Anger that could be focused on something that his enemy could effect instead of thrown away trying to crumble a mountain with a pin.
The archdevil had no way of dodging something that fast, not in his current state. He let the punches come, the first few striking with crippling force yet doing nothing to disturb The Deceiver but move him slowly backwards. He was a being existing on many levels; it would take attacks that were not so material to kill him.

The tiniest of instants in which this man had squeezed so many punches played itself out abruptly, the majority of the lightening strikes suddenly stolen from his opponent buy the field of darkness that blasted outwards, pushing his enemy away and hopefully smashing him into the wall with unheard of force.

Out of the corner of his eye he glimpsed the communicator on Caleb’s person shattered just as the vampire raised his voice to end this. With a scream of rage, Asmodeus sent his mind lancing forth, so his thoughts conveying a message that none could deny to those high above earth, so excited that he in facts shouted it out loud as well as sending the thought, his voice perfectly mimicking that of Caleb.

“Fire the weapon”!

It was then that Asmodeus suddenly felt something that he had been hungering, searching and craving after for many long years. He let is concentration go; he didn’t need it any more. The globe of darkness faded as his breath quickened, as if caught up in some drug’s effects or filled with excitement. Pure ecstasy roared through his body like a brilliant flame of tingling greatness, the sudden demise of unnumbered lives flooding him with that old power as their souls were fed directly into his hungry maw.

This was it, the moment of ascension, the time that his dark throne would be returned in all of its unholy glory. Caleb had kept to his end of the bargain and for this Asmodeus would reward him in the next moments, but first, he let every fibre of his body enjoy the coronation of a crownless king.

A cruel, horrifyingly inhuman laugh escaped those perfect lips as he threw his head back, ebony hair suddenly flying a maelstrom that made Pandemonium look like a breeze. A low rumble arose as the pillars of the earth shifted and groaned, earthquakes wracking the planet’s surface as unbridled, chaotic power seeped into this world, finally free of its shackles. A typical crack of thunder crackled through the darkening skies, New York suddenly dark as night and eerily cold as some black sphere eclipsed the sun’s life giving rays. Even more terrible was the wave of despair that would sweep the world for a moment, crushing hope life a fly.

Somewhere in Spain, the rotting sleepers of an old mortuary punched through the ground and rose with a feral light in their eyes…

Atop the Eiffel Tower, a young boy watched in terror as the sky split, an enormous, many fanged mouth tearing into this realm to devour its fill…

In the streets of London, a bleeding and almost defeated vampire felt a wave of energy course through him, suddenly empowered enough to destroy his enemies…

On Fuse Jackson’s white leather sofa the dismayed teen watched as his angelic friend Valtioc Taros spewed a mouthful of coffee upon his couch, before stating in a cold tone: ‘”You’d better be about to clean that up”…

In Manhattan mental institution that crackpot who claimed to be Jesus abruptly incinerated a room of innocents with a heartless laugh…

Asmodeus regained his calm stature, opening his eyes to reveal not icy blue, but inky black orbs without a trace of colour. He stood for a moment, that cruel smile upon his face before speaking to his opponent.

“Now, you shall meet your end. Up until now you have been fighting a banished lord, David Grey. Now you face Asmodeus. I think… I think I shall slip into something more comfortable”.

His form writhed, human features peeling away in a cascaded of darkness as a robe of murky darkness seemed to unravel from his form, hood up and obscuring any facial features. The Lord Of Serpents now stood at nine foot, his form obscured by that flowing black robe except for the ebony, reptilian hands. Two great, bat like wings stretched out from his back, ending almost like a dire cape. The floor beneath him was now draped with the forms of many live serpents, their vile hissing mingling with his own.

The speeding swarm of bullets headed for Caleb vanished in mid air at his unspoken command, disappearing into the void. The vampire would receive a mighty reward. The terrible entity raised one hand, pitch black swirling in macabre patterns until they formed a long, elegant sword, its black blade inscribed with hellish runes and its hilt the image of a snakelike, fiendish dragon. It was Talon, an artefact of great power. The weapon drifted in mid air, coming to rest before Caleb.

“Your reward”.

Now Asmodeus’ gaze returned to his opponent, whom there was nothing left to say to. The being was nothing to him now, a speck to be wiped away. Two points of darker shade flared under Asmodeus’ hood and a multitude of spectral, demonic serpents materialized around his prey like a wall of death, striking fast. His enemy would find that their fangs could rip his essence, but his firsts could just pass through their nonexistent forms.

[Kiroshi Shigami]

"...Hrmmm..."

The remotely located pilot of Spekter `K watched on as the beam he fired left the range of the Penning Effect necessary to prevent self-annihilation, and exploded a little earlier than he intended. Although he was out of the blast radius, his camera was engulfed in static for a moment. He saw the sattelite spinning away, not exactly what he intended, but as far as he was concerned, it was still capable of firing a beam. The arachnoids reverted to booster formation, and Spekter `K went into overboost once again, readying the Hyper Kinetic Rifle. It obtained a lock on the sattelite, and special equipment onboard quickly overpowered any kind of digital defenses the sattelite might have been carrying, giving Kiroshi a complete read on the sattelite's status. It was still prepared to fire. Spekter `K chased it down. The sattelite's cannon data, as well as the power of the shot it would fire, the coordinates of it's target, and line of trajectory appeared on his vision.

Spekter, tell me, what are those coordinates?

Tokyo, Japan.

Anybody who just happened to be staring at the commatose Kiroshi would notice his eyebrows raise, and his facial expression contort into something funny.

No way!

“Fire the weapon”!

Kiroshi didn't even need the intercepted transmission to kick him into action. There was no way in hell they were going to fire on Tokyo. He had friends there, FAMILY. Cherry was there, Ace Kojima was there... His sister...

People in Tokyo would be minding their own business, when suddenly the sky above them would flicker, the source - a star in the sky that they couldn't even see. The air began to distort, and the citizens of Tokyo would feel the slight rise in temperature as the laser was mere instants from being upon them in full force. Then, the temperature would return to normal. Some people would find it strange, but otherwise, everything was okay. Life went on for them. However, at a certain building in America...

"UAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! AAIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!"

In his comatose state, the young Japanese man shrieked in agony. Up above, Spekter `K stood directly in the path of the laser, refusing it let it through. It's ablative shielding was already beginning to peel away. The carbon nanotube armor began to sizzle and pop under the intense heat of the beam. The problem here was, that Spekter `K was designed with pain receptors, something standard among BPAV units, which Spekter `K was a heavy modification of. Kiroshi had a mental link to Spekter `K, as long as he controlled it even remotely. He felt every ounce of pain the machine was feeling. It was like being burned alive.

"GAAHHHHHGGHHHHHH!!!!" Tears streaked his face, yet his eyes remained closed. Up in space, he waited for the laser to stop firing, and as soon as it did, Kiroshi had the following understanding - That whatever it was that shielded the sattelite would have to go down while it fired, at least in the area the cannon was located. Spekter `K raised the Hyper Kinetic Rifle, and the Arachnoids went offensive mode. The time between the intended assault and the end of the laser's burst was .8 seconds. Concentrating as much of it's firepower as possible, Spekter `K aimed to fire a volley of shots up the cannon that once fired the laser, taking advantage of the lack of shielding for the moment. It required every ounce of his concentration to operate under the stress of the pain.

The rifle silently discharged, sending rounds that were fired by a controlled annihilation reaction at incredible speeds. Since there was no air to possibly slow a bullet down, the rounds sped towards their destination infinitely fast. The arachnoids were discharging their infamous 'rapier/strand' beams like the fourth of July. They arched beautifully, zooming towards their target with not quite the speed of the bullets, but if the sattelite had anything that could possibly withstand the force of the bullets travelling that fast, the beams would puncture without a problem. Given his attack was successful, what people would see was the explosion of the sattelite, and Spekter `K descending upon the Earth. It would land nearby Kiroshi, it's front half smoldering and partially melted, but other than that completely operational.

The machine's heat had reached critical while withstanding that laser, but the cooling systems were working hard to get the machine back to a decent temperature. It rested outside the building in kneeling position. Kiroshi was on the floor in a fetal position, trembling, his face streaked with tears. Nonetheless, the Asura circled around him vigilantly, willing to make quick work out of anybody who decided to attack him in his vulnerable state. Even though he looked pretty much insane, he had absolute control of the Spekter. It made him even more dangerous in the ways of offense, but left him severely lacking in defense. A quick read of the building gave him his own location through the eye of Spekter `K, and it raised it's rifle. Anybody who suddenly who crossed his eye in a negative light would recieve a bullet up the ass.

He had saved his home country from politcal chaos, but it came at the ultimate price - Perhaps his own sanity. In his situation, it would not be smart for anyone, even his associates to set him off. With the destruction of Madisson Square Garden and a good chunk of Vatican City, he had proved that even the worst was possible in his crazed state.

[Gasun]

((Hey dudes, I'm so sorry for being absent. You might think I've gone MIA but that's not the case. My internet access is rather limited at the moment. Which is why the post quality is crap, I'm in a hurry.))

So many things were happening at once, people came and did all kinds of frantic fighting things. Yakatana discovered Caleb's attempts being deflected over and over again by the hero wannabes that had been entering the room. One thing that had made Yakatana angered was when Kiroshi taunted him and Caleb. Reiji chose to not even respond to the childishness Yakatana has come to know during the short time he has dealt with Shigami. Having seen the Asura blade defending him he decided not to take any chances. What made his decision even more stronger was when Kiroshi went insane.

The memory of when Kiroshi made that huge blast of negative energy in their fight was very much alive. Being in the fog amidst this chaos made Reiji see an opportunity. He quickly hit his palms together and concentrated his whole body. This resulted him becoming invisible even to heat detection or any other kind of detection. And the mist made it gave him even more advantage for obvious reasons. The first thing he saw was their former comrades being manipulated to shoot his leader. He didn't have time or any interest as to why they have been turned but he certainly wouldn't let them do any harm. Being invisible with no one seeing it, he reaches his arm forward and shoots a fireball towards the soldiers. His fireball was blazing with blue flames and one could see the intense solid white ki energy inside the fireball.

Before they coould shoot a round the fireball hit one of the people so hard that he was sent flying and then he collided hard with another and so on, everybody fell like a domino. As they were hit in the head and such, they came back to their senses and remembered who their master was. They quickly rose up and opened fire on the one that had manipulated them. Meanwhile Reiji had already gone out of the room because there was one plan B, one last resort that he would hope to pull off. Standing by the window on the lounge among the labyrinth of corridor he charged up. How he'd know that the plan A failed? He didn't hear any chaos or any remark of satisfaction from his leader. This could only mean that plan A failed.

I know what people say about taking own initiative. Forgive me boss. But we gotta do leave a mark somehow. This is revenge for Hiroshima.....

He then shoots off yet another glowing fireball straight out into the night sky.

--------------------------------------------------------*In Washington DC*------------------

"We're going out to the garden a little, is that okay Mr President?" Three bodygaurds asked.

"Sure chaps. Go take some fresh air." He said with a smile, looking at the two average built bodygaurds wearing sun glasses. As professional as it can be.

With calm yet quick steps they went out to the garden well outside the white housewith the arms hanging down crossed in front of the stomach area. They looked up at the sky waiting for something. A fireball in the sky....

"Will it ever come?" The gaurd asked his buddy. "I do really dou-.....look at the sky, the signal has come! NOW!!!" The gaurd shouted. He then quickly takes a remote from his pocket and presses the good old red button........

BOOM!!!!!!!

The gaurds belonged to the DT, they managed to infiltrate the White house working as gaurds. They had then placed destructive explosives well hidden in the White House. They were well out of range of the explosion as they had ran outside the gate the backway. The White house blew up in a large explosion, after a few seconds, nothing but rubble remained now. Perhaps the entire nation didn't become destroyed, but it's very foundation, it's very symbol was now ruined, blown up. The gaurds had mysteriously disappeared without a trace.

*In the Empire state building*

Yakatana turned on a radio that was in the loung and turned on the news.

"And then Ajax won over Juventus in the Champions league soccer, this means tha-.......wait a second, we have gotten urgent report that the White House has just been blown up to pieces and now lays in ruins!" The female news reporter said almost crying.

A smile from Yakatana said it all.

[Magic Bullet]

Ooc: one little thing before I post- Kiroshi stated that he tracked a radioactive emission from space, but it was stated that there would be in fact no radiation from the laser.... just a little thing I thought Caleb might want to think about.

Ooc: Oh my god. You guys are sick... It should be a rule of RPing that you can't blow too much **** up. Sure, NPCs are NPCs, but entire cities? The ****ing president? Come on...

[Garret Brynn]

Despite the fact that he wasn’t out of bullets, he took the offered shotgun without comment. What he didn’t do though, was follow Tokei into the ESB. Instead he went into the warehouse to make sure that all the terrorists outside were dead or disabled. An explosion this close might not bring down the ESB, but it would still do some damage to the city. While there weren’t any terrorists left, plenty of their toys had been left behind. Crates of automatic weapons, ammunition, grenades, C4, and detonators lined the inside. “It would be a shame to let all this go to waste. The police don’t need all of it for evidence.”

After concentrating for a moment, a crack formed in the wall next to the door. The line continued to fracture into a kaleidoscope of shapes, folding out into a ring six feet in diameter. With the gate to his own storage finished, he floated enough weapons and explosives through to last him for quite a while. “I’ve lingered here long enough. Now that I have some compensation, time to go see what Tokei’s up to,” he thought after taking another fifteen seconds to close the gate. Stepping around the lifeless and the unconscious alike, he made his way to the wounded building that was the center of all this fighting.

What he walked into, after passing the mangled corpses of the mine-bearing bodies, was nothing short of out of his league. “How the hell am I supposed to fight a demon lord?” The answer was he couldn’t. Mere strength, nor bullets, and especially not his weak psionic powers, would not be enough. All he could do was hope this strange man shedding blue light could somehow take the serpent. That, and keep the flies from buzzing around his head while he tried. Taking a position with his back to the wall, the shotgun in his right and a Medusa in his left, he waited for someone to attack either him or the glowing figure.

Ghost

[Chrysalis]

-----------------------------------Space--------------------------------------


Even though carbon nanotype is denser, it still melts at the same temperature of carbon, being about 1,300 degrees. And since the laser was 2,000 degrees, due to it's massive size, and the pure amount of energy into the laser, it would quickly melt the bullets fired, since the blast had already been fired and ejected from the massive cannon of the laser. The arachnoids couldn't hit up the barrel, but merely hit the side of the titanium sattelite. The whole last blast, would last about two minutes, of the same amount of heat focusing into a massive blast. The extra titanium shields would spin around, using the boosters placed on the various sides of them.

On the back of the titanium shields, were smaller cannons, which fired rapid pulse lasers, 8 of these could be seen firing. They were much smaller blasts, and seemed to hit from all sides. Bombarded the mans shields plus the constant blast of energy which came from the front, which in a matter of seconds would collapse due, leaving atleast a minute of the 2000 degree lasers and the various pulse lasers to melt his mech, and hopefully kill the man inside. If his systems had not shut down already, due to over heating he would be dead in a matter of say, 30 seconds.

If he happened to move, the blast would still come down and wipe out half of tokyo, if he stayed to his last breath, he would most likely die. Was it a sacrifice he was willing to make?
-----------------------------Back in New York-----------------------------------

Caleb's blade held in his right hand had been knocked to the right, using the momentum of the impact the lowered blade which had been angled sideways, went to slide across the front of his foes leg, as the blade slid across the knee area of Tokei, one would have to take in account the time it would take reversing the momentum, which take a moment to do, giving Caleb the time using the momentum of the step and already angled blade to his advantage.

Hopefully the slash would undoubtedly cut across the mans side, while his foes blade taking in acount his movement, and the area intended came to hit the side of his robe, scraping the side of his chest, but doing very little damage, he didn't even have time to take the blade known as talon which was conjured before him.

Caleb spat at the man who had attacked him "You are a fool, mortal." and in the same instant, his free left hand had drawn a kunai from the belt of 20 wrapped about his thigh, and threw this one at an angle about 50 mph just to the left of him. At the same instant he would leap back and to the right, out of the mans blade range, but the man in the perfect position for the kunai to be pulled backwords, due to it being the one trick kunai attached to a string looped to his finger. The point of the kunai would hopefully severe the flesh of his shoulder blade, and disable his right arm, since your arm was partly moved by the muscle in your shoulder. He would snap his arm back, projecting the kunai increaisng the speed to 70 mph, from the initial strike speed. Hopefully the man would see the first attacked missed, and then be caught off guard by the second.

And through all this time, the saber was gripped in his hand, adequately defending him, in case the man wished to make another strike at him.

[Magic Bullet]

"Alright, I've had enough."

The man was thrust backwards through the air by a powerful blast fromt he demon prince, and was sent hurtling at breakneck speeds towards the wall. When his form collided with the wall, however, he instead passed straight through it and out of the demon's sight.

You see, when the man had summoned that blue light, he had merged his being in this realm with that of his own realm, so he was effectively existing in two worlds at the same time. With this done, not only could he ignore to a certain extent the boundaries of this earthly realm, but could also utilize elements from his own.

So although he had passed straight through the wall, he could not ignore its existence entirely. Covered in white plaster, he smashed back through the same wall with a well placed kick and shook himself off on the other side. The impact of colliding with the wall had been significantly reduced, but his form had still been affected by it.

"I don't care who you think I'm fighting. To me, it's all the same. Now come on, let's finish this."

He was not intimidated by the transformation of his opponent, or by the multitude of snakes that had appeared at his own feet. He simply jumped into the air, and at the peak of his jump, performed a small circular motion with both his hands. Before he began to descend, his body did a half rotation in the air, before plummeting upwards towards the ceiling. The man landed perfectly on his feet, and began to run across the ceiling towards his opponent.

You see, he had conquered his own realm long ago, and had absolote control of almost every aspect of it- including its gravity. He had become what could be called a 'god' in that world, and since then, had conquered others. He was a dimensional pirate, and if it weren't for a certain unfortunate event, he would be more powerful than anything this world had ever seen.

With two quick leaps, the man bounded into the air and pressed off of nothing in another leap to the side, sending his body zigzagging forwards towards Asmodeus to avoid any incoming strikes in his direction, and to confuse the demon before he landed a strike of his own. He bent his knees and launched himself straight towards Asmodeus' body, his arms outstretched in front of his body. He twisted his hands in a semi-circle again, not only sending his body corkscrewing forwards, but also sending out a brief, blinding flash of light the second before he struck.

As for the blow itself, the force behind the man's body was amplified by the fact that to him, gravity would be pushing straight towards his body. As he had spun, he had changed gracity to work towards his body, so the blow would be the same as a downwards strike. If it connected, Asmodeus would be knocked straight off his feet, and the man would land behind him on his feet.

Ooc: sorry, no energy put into this one... watching TV... this show is cool...

[Chrysalis]

(( Just to inform you guys, i'm planning on having Caleb killed for the end of this RP. ))

[Thalnos]

Geth continued to make his ascent into the building when suddenly he felt the rising of chaotic energy seeping through the earth. It was almost like a feast for the man, and the other resting inside of him, almost like it was the spark to bring out the other one himself. He looked up from under his shades as a crack of thunder came out from the clouds and the sky turned black.

The slight wave of despair did not seem to affect the man, at least not in any visible way. He shrugged it off and continued to walk, as the voice that had been War inside of his head started to speak through Geth's own mouth. "It is here! I am coming back to this world of men!" Suddenly the glyphs on his body all began to leak blood as it started to engulf Geth, his powers unable to contain it as it started to consume his whole body, starting to suffocate him. He lifted his right foot, but in mid stride fell to the ground unconscious.

Do not be afraid Geth, it was part of things to come.
What do you mean?
The chaotic energy flows through us, giving me more strength. Embrace it and let it change you

Just as Geth was about to respond to War, he suddenly regained consciousness. He looked down at his hands, "Strage, I don't look any different. Wait..." His glyphs were now gone, but instead replaced with tribal-like tattoos in place of them, still containing the crimson colors the old ones had. Except for in the middle of his chest there was a tattoo of a strange symbol that looked to be made out of a dark ruby instead of being scryed onto his body.

He did not notice it much, but his mody mass and size had increased. From his already tall height to 6'6" he now stood at 6'9", most of it all being very thick muscle that was like an animal's hide. His moustache remained black and grew out a little bit more.

He looked down at the guns he had dropped when this all happened, and looked towards a stairwell to join in on the party upstairs, "Well lets go." He put a dropped gernade back into the pouch though as he started to walk once again.

So is this permanent or just a spur of the moment kind of thing
It will stay
This mean your in my head for good Yep
Just checking

He looked up at the stairs, feeling their blood very far up there. The Horseman had no time to lose as thicker tentacles of blood burst out of his new tattoos, each one putting itself through the wall as it carried him up the building faster than he would have been on foot. He took this time to feel the energy that was released, harvesting its own power for his own use. The chaotic energy was like nothing he had ever felt before, and the energy it gave you made one think you could do anything with it.

Too many floors to care about later...

Geth bursted out of the floor, seeing a long figure shooting a fireball out of a broken window. The secne here was like most of the building, one that the feint of heart would not like to talk about. He wasn't one of those people, and wouldn't be for a good while.

Seems that we're going to be hearing a lot more people talking about the end
Yeah, that gets annoying after a while

He stared at Reiji for a moment as he heard something on the radio, ...Champions league soccer, this means tha-.......wait a second, we have gotten urgent report that the White House has just been blown up to pieces and now lays in ruins!"

"Seems that there is a lot of stuff going on around the world because of this one little thing," Geth said to him, not fearing any attack, mainly because of their past, and because if something happened his tentacles seemed to have minds of their owns, "So which side did you come with?"

[Kiroshi Shigami]

While withstanding the laser being fired from the sattelite, Kiroshi suddenly had an ingenious idea. His mouth pulled into a nefarious grin. From within the machine's wrist, it ejected something which it caught in it's free hand. A white circle expanded out from it's arm - It was a BPAV issue Offense/Defense Melee Weapon Module, currently in Defense mode. If Kiroshi recalled correctly, he used one against the leader of Clan Eclipse, Aeacus prior to self-destructing the weapon and taking out Madison Square Garden. His grin grew even wider as the shield began to eat energy from the laser, redirecting it to it's failing Ablative Shielding, as well as the O/D weapon itself.

Kiroshi had managed to save Spekter `K's carbon nanotube armor, only allowing it to take a little bit of damage. It's Ablative Shielding operated at two-hundred-and-fifty percent, thanks to the excess energy from the satellite's all-out energy weapon attacking. Spekter `K began to slowly advance up the laser, completely blocking it out with it's super-reinforced ablative shields. The only way such shielding could be bypassed was with a high-velocity kinetic projectile, much like those fired from Spekter `K's rifle - And Kiroshi severely doubted that the sattelite possessed the advanced Hyper-Kinetic technology needed defeat his shielding.

His road to victory was suddenly disturbed - While Spekter `K continued to function in Space, advancing towards the sattelite, Kiroshi's conscious had been forced to visit the spiritual plane in which a Communicator Operates. Souls stepped past him, and he looked around, completely confused.

"The hell is going on here?"

The souls that passed him were dressed in suits. A few of them looked like Agents from the Matrix movie, he even recognized a few cleaning ladies, a dog... Then suddenly, the President of the United States came drifting past him. His eyes widened. The whitehouse had been destroyed.

A white aura surrounded him where he sat, tears of blood streaming down his cheeks. Spekter `K was soon surrounded by a similar aura - A flock of ghostly white birds flew around both man and machine. They had the grace of an ibis, with the speed of a duckbird.

His enemies could take all of the innocent lives they pleased, but it only made him stronger. They'd pay with their lives soon enough.

His mind returned to Spekter `K. Those killed at the Whitehouse had given Spekter `K more power as well, since it had a direct bond with it's remote pilot. It used it's Anti-Matter drive to boost further up the laser with incredible speeds.

Blood was leaking from the machine's camera lens.

Spekter `K ejected it's spiritual essence, which shot up the laser unaffected. Spekter `K had used it's own body like the first stage of a shuttle. It's essence zoomed towards the satellite, and phased through the shields, titanium plates and all. Spekter `K's 'spirit' sat right in the middle of the sattelite, while the machine continued it's advance in the physical world. Using Kiroshi's very own mirror trick, Spekter `K would suddenly appear inside the Sattelite, and at the same time, re-direct all of the energy being used for propulsion towards the Ablative Shielding.

Ablative Shielding power now stands at four-hundred-and-eighty-seven percent, and is still rising.

That was the message issued prior to Spekter `K doing the mirror trick.

Ablative Shielding power now stands at x percent, and has exceeded calculating range.

The reading given as Spekter `K appeared inside of the sattelite. The sheer energy of the Ablative Shielding would tear the sattelite apart from the inside, without a problem. It wouldn't matter how dense, or how strong the metal was. Affected right off the bat would be the series of lenses necessary to fire the laser cannon. They would melt the very instant Spekter `K appeared within the satellite. From there, the rest of the satellite would melt into nothingness.

Back on earth, Kiroshi laughed hard, drunk off his own power.

"You're just a satellite! You can't possibly stand up to the might of the world's most advanced Anti-Matter Drive Bipedal Assault Vehicle! AAAAAAHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!"

A nearly unphased Spekter `K would soon land nearby, the earth trembling beneath it's fury. It still exhuded it's white aura, and the cement on the ground around it was slowly blackening from the intense power of it's Ablative Shielding, which slowly began to decrease in power under Kiroshi's command. A defeaning gunshot would vibrate the walls of the building. Yakatana, who was phyiscally invisible, had a solid black aura with ultraviolet light emanating from within. Something only a Communicator such as Kiroshi could see. It was the aura of somebody who had done something horrific, yet felt good about it. Lost in his own false sense of security, Yakatana would be unprepared for the Hyper-Kinetic Shot aimed through a couple of walls for the ninja's left knee, to cripple him. His laughing intensified. He knew that Yakatana was fast - But how could he beat a bullet that was going to reach him faster than the sound of the shot that he depended on to alert him?