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Post by citizenmike on Jul 19, 2009 8:55:13 GMT -5
Chapter 7: Tales of The Forgotten 404It was late afternoon as the Forgotten 404 broke through the Animus skies. For many, they had been forgotten for decades... Wiped off entirely from history and record books.
Just moments before the Germans declared war on the United States, President Roosevelt sent out the best among the US Air Force to carry a raid over Germany. If the Nazi's wanted war, they we're gonna get war the moment they called the declaration.
These men never made it.
Some believed they were shot down at first sight, others believed that they had wondered off to oblivion through the night fog.
Whatever they went, they've finally arrived at their final destination... The City of Animus Rules:1. Play-by-post rules apply. 2. Chapter 7 is open to all Animus residents; this is gonna be a free for all, folks! 3. All new players must first write a room four awakening prior to joining the play-by-post 4. Have fun!
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 19, 2009 9:02:22 GMT -5
Standing over the ledge before room four, Johnny wrapped his arm over Veronica's shoulder and pulled her close to him. "This city can't cut the two of a break huh, Roth?", Johnny joked worryingly.
"I don't think it can, Johnny.", Veronica replied.
Looking up, they watched as soldiers dropped from several planes and parachuted over the city.
"Are you ready?", Johnny asked.
"This blouse is a bit too long and these shorts are a bit too tight, but I think I can manage."
Johnny turned back into the room and said, "I think we're in trouble, I suggest we arm ourselves and make a run for it!"
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Post by childofthehunt on Jul 19, 2009 9:22:00 GMT -5
As the other residents gathered outside to take a look, Bremmen with his black priest-ish robe walked up the second floor and out of the balcony. He gaze up to the sky as his long blond hair's being blown by the breeze.
Old war planes, reflected on Bremmen's blue eyes from the balcony. The sound of their engine and rusted fans filled the Animus skies. People, soldiers even, began jumping out of some of the planes in their parachutes and on their hands were weapons.
Bremmen furrowed his light golden brown eyebrows, eyes still fixed on the sky.
"What is this? A take over?"
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Post by cyansky on Jul 19, 2009 9:29:00 GMT -5
Syl ran up to Veronica and pulled on her sleeve.
"Miss Veronica, miss Veronica!" it said, pointing at the window, "look! What are those stubby-winged, drably-coloured noisy things in the sky? And why are they dropping those men wearing those big floaty thingies? Did they eat to much radioactive candies, grew humps on their backs and out of those came those big cloth-thingies? What are those, really?"
It then saw that the men that came down had weapons with them. Syl's eyes widened. It looked at Veronica with a worried expression on its face.
"And what weapons are they carrying? Should... we be scared? Miss Veronica... I... what should we do? I..."
Syl tried to analyze the situation, but only came to one hypothesis - these men were called here. For what reason? It wish it knew. The sight of the planes and men parachuting down didn't scare Syl, but it made it nervous for Veronica. Depending on the number of soldiers, this could turn into a veritable war zone... Syl didn't like violence at all, much less wars.
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Post by Trace on Jul 19, 2009 10:00:22 GMT -5
Trace crouched on a rooftop, watching as the men parachuted out of the planes. He could see their weapons slung over their shoulders. These weren't any ordinary men and since they had just appeared in Animus they couldn't be long time residents, but every single new arrival had awakened in the same room. What was so different about these?
"Looks like we're in for another fight." Trace said, with more than a hint of happiness in his voice. "All the fun of the fair with twice the blood. Perfect."
Trace tipped the hat that he had taken from the Black Goat's corpse and dissapeared into the shadows. He had to observe their actions before he attacked, as well as the actions of the others. These men may be nothing to worry about, but Trace very much doubted that.
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 19, 2009 10:13:33 GMT -5
Johnny turned to Bremman and said, "I think it is."
Syl's child-like curiosity once again sated Veronica for a moment. If she didn't have anything to hold onto, she felt like she could lose it and go mad at any second. Veronica turned to Syl and replied, "Those are planes. American aircraft's used during the second world war. And yes, we should be worried."
Johnny drew out his gun and checked on the clip. Looking up at the rest of the group, Johnny realized he didn't have enough to last them. Seeing as how Veronica came out of there with barely anything on, Johnny doubted she still had her handgun. And now he wondered what the Black Goat might have done with her. Johnny closed his eyes as visions of evil and flesh flashed before him. Johnny opened his eyes and shook.
Veronica looked at him and asked, "What's the matter, Johnny?"
"Nothing that matters, Roth."
"What is it?"
"Ask me again later, ok?" Johnny looked at the rest of the group and spoke. "Alright, while I'm well aware that the rest of you were born with the ability to defend yourself, Veronica and I weren't. So, here's what I suggest we do. We run over to the gun shop to allow Veronica and I to supply ourselves with enough ammunition to last us through the ordeal. From there, I say we take refuge in the hallway beneath the church. How does that sound?"
"Sounds good to me.", Veronica replied.
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Post by childofthehunt on Jul 19, 2009 10:22:08 GMT -5
"They're not firing at us." Arqus' voice echoed inside Bremmen's head. "Yet." Bremmen answered him. "Not yet." "I remember seeing planes like that somewhere." Arqus said, watching through Bremmen's eyes. "I think National Georgraphics or something or the History channel." Bremmen instantly knew what Arqus was thinking, he remembered Arqus watching that particular show too. He's been living inside Arqus since he was born after all. "Those are B-24 bomb carriers." The demon spoke, pointing at a group of war planes. "Those too."
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Post by Trace on Jul 19, 2009 10:38:05 GMT -5
Trace moved through the shadows quickly, all the time analysing how these Planes could possibly be here in Animus. They certainly weren't modern, and they were clearly ready for a battle. So how could they be in Animus? How could they appear out of nowhere?
Trace cared little about the answers in more using them to find a way out of Animus, or rather a better way than the one he had in mind.
Trace exited the shadows in Room 4 just behind the other group. He took stock of all those present, one of them posing an immediate problem.
From there, I say we take refuge in the hallway beneath the church. How does that sound?"
"That's not going to work," Trace said calmly. "If they start bombing then they'll level that church and everything beneath it. By the way," Trace continued, tipping the hat he had taken from the Goat. "What do you think of the hat?"
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Post by cyansky on Jul 19, 2009 10:49:04 GMT -5
Syl held onto Veronica's arm, hugging it with a worried expression on its face.
"Miss Veronica," it said, "I... those plane-things... they... I'm... Where else can we go that's actually safe?"
It held onto her tightly, not wanting to let her go. It was worried for her. Syl didn't want to hurt anyone, but it could readily dodge projectiles and slip away. It was lightweight and fast, after all. Not so for Veronica. Syl knew that it couldn't protect her except by fleeing with her, but being by her side made it feel better.
Nonetheless, it secretly wished that it could protect her without causing anyone harm. Negotiation maybe? Syl thought about it. No. Not everyone could be negotiated with, and some people would sooner put a bullet in its head before agreeing to sit down for a chat. That fact alone made Syl feel sad.
It glanced at Trace, then returned its attention to Veronica. That hat gave it a hint at the Black Goat's fate, because it remembered him wearing it in the tunnels beneath the church.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jul 19, 2009 11:08:20 GMT -5
Daemon was close by Room 4, he decided to drop by and pay a visit. Why not? As he walked he saw planes and paratroopers. How odd and unlikely. A smile stretched from cheek to cheek, life just got a little more exciting for him and lightened his mood. Who knows maybe it was a repeat of World War something. To him it seemed ridiculous, he was going to experience a re-live of World War, it was mere history to him and many. He walked on, they did not seem to attack him so everything should be alright.
He now was close to Room 4, he felt that maybe he might have another vision of some sort around these parts. Who knew? The flashes came so randomly it was hard to tell. He took his cloak off and put it in a knapsack he carried and found brought with him before he left the household, instead wore a long trench, then proceeded into Room 4. Realizing he was not alone.
"Hi?"
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 19, 2009 11:28:57 GMT -5
Johnny looked at Trace and said, "Nice hat. Looks awfully familiar!". Johnny motioned to the end of the room and lit a cigarette before answering. "Trace, if you have any others options for safety, then please, be my guest."
Veronica looked down at Syl, then turned to the rest of the group as she said, "How about the police station? As far as equipment and ammunition goes, I'm sure its well stocked. The building looks safe enough to shelter ourselves in for a few hours."
Johnny looked at the door and said, "Hey, kid." as he proceed outside to finish off his smoke; the door to room four still open.
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Post by Trace on Jul 19, 2009 11:32:30 GMT -5
"How about the police station? As far as equipment and ammunition goes, I'm sure its well stocked. The building looks safe enough to shelter ourselves in for a few hours."
Trace walked towards the ledge and looked out at the planes and parachutists. They'd be landing soon so if they were going to leave then they'd have to make it soon.
"The police station would certainly be a better bet in the short term," Trace said before turning to the others and continuing, "but we all know that the only way we're going to be safe from them is if they're no longer breathing."
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jul 19, 2009 11:35:53 GMT -5
"What is going on here?" Daemon said as he closed the door behind him.
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 19, 2009 11:37:09 GMT -5
"That's why we better head there now.", Johnny said as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. "You guys were born with armor, defenses, and God knows what. All the fire-power Roth and I have, we exhausted on the Black Goat. One shot against the both of us and we're dead."
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Post by cyansky on Jul 19, 2009 11:48:43 GMT -5
Syl secretly watched Trace carefully through the corner of its eye. Considering what he had done, it was wary of him, but determined not be seen as a threat. It kept a worried and concerned expression on its face, showing nothing of what it was thinking.
It wondered just why those planes showed up in Animus. Did they show up solely for their soldiers to be slaughtered? Or was it for some other purpose? Syl had a feeling that there was something else going on here. Those planes looked like they came for or from a war... but... what would happen once they realized that there were no real enemy soldiers here? Only mindless? Would... they really shoot at people that appeared to be civilians like them? It worried Syl.
It turned to Daemon, still looking worried and concerned.
"Those plane-things suddenly showed up in the sky and people with the big cloth-things and weapons started coming down. We're heading somewhere safe... the police station."
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