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Post by maliciousmatt on Jul 21, 2009 0:25:25 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho came hurtling down from the sky, he crashed and dust surrounded him. He landed neatly on his feet with a small crater surrounding him. He appeared to be in the middle of a fire fight. Hundreds of bullets were plunging into him, but his wounds healed as fast as they appeared. He giggles then noticed their outfits and guns. World War 2 soldiers. They were using the basic war strategy, shoot everything that moves, Mr. Psycho never really liked that stragtegy when they taught it. "I have a FUNNY feeling you don't belong here!" Mr. Psycho hysterically laughs as he sprints at the oncoming soldiers. He pulls out a chainsaw out of his pocket. "I SAW you from a distance and knew it was love at first sight" Mr. Psycho ripped one of the soldiers in half with his chainsaw, he made sure that the soldier heard him say the word "SAW", so hopefully before his horrible death he would get the joke. He laughed hysterically as he jammed his Mechanical Object into the dead soldiers chest. The man was washed in a blue light, his body vanished. He turns to the others. "Hello my purple party people!!" He laughs madly as bullets fire into him.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jul 21, 2009 1:38:25 GMT -5
Daemon rolled his eyes at the sight of Mr. Pyscho, "great crazy is here, at least he is putting himself in good use," Daemon muttered. "How far are we from the station?!" He roared.
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Post by childofthehunt on Jul 21, 2009 3:02:55 GMT -5
A number of the soldiers in the sky got butchered while in their parachute. Their decapitated bodies falling freely from the sky and their rich scarlett coloured blood raining down on Animus soil. They splattered on the ground, rooftops and people on the ground.
Bremmen began spinning his weapon slowly. He held the chain with both hands this time and spun around, cutting a few more soldiers on his way up. The wind was too strong for him to hear the soldier's cry from pain.
A light psychotic laugh escaped from his lips, pleased. Blood splattered on his diamond form and a few on his face. They were like rubies against his sparkling diamond face. Some of the airbourne soldiers fired at him, but noticed the bullets bouncing off his form. A few bullets hitting the other soldiers in the process.
He stopped twirling his weapon. His eyes looked up and noticed the war planes. He planned on disposing of the planes. His lips formed a smile on his diamond face. He held his scythe and flew higher.
"Ready or not here I come..."
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Post by Jake on Jul 21, 2009 8:06:16 GMT -5
The feathers on her wings were pure, white, not a stain of blood on them....
and then someone made it rain blood. Klaire froze in fear as she felt the warm liquid landing on her, and ran for cover, ducking under and overhang as she began breathing quickly, hurriedly trying to wipe the red liquid from her body.
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Jake walked through a back alley of Animus, thinking to himself quietly. His katana was quiet, even as it brushed up against his pants. It had been like any other day in Animus. He had wandered, doing nothing, until he heard planes overhead. Then, paratroopers had dropped from over head....
Let's just say it wasn't the best time to be wielding an Oriental weapon.
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Post by cyansky on Jul 21, 2009 10:26:56 GMT -5
Syl's eyes widened as blood began raining down. For Lord's sake, Bremmen, thought Syl, why on earth do you have to be so fancy in your attacks? Don't you realize that scythes aren't the most practical weapons out there? And that blood is hell to clean up after?
It sighed. Why is this city so full of violence-loving people?! Can't there be any peace here?
Its eyes shifted to Mr. Psycho as he started on another merry killing spree. Well, thought Syl, at least he's not aiming for me.
Syl looked ahead. They were almost to the police station. Thanks goodness. Syl hated being under fire when it had done nothing to provoke the attackers. It was all so frustrating that Syl wanted to take cover. NOW. It didn't really know what the police station looked like, admittedly, but Kiel did, and it saw its sibling a short distance away, pointing to their destination, before vanishing.
"Come on!" it said to Johnny, Veronica and Lain, "we're almost there! I think..."
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 21, 2009 11:41:49 GMT -5
Johnny chained himself to Veronica's hand as they made a quick dash for the police station. Johnny opened the door and held it open for Veronica and Syl, using whatever bullets he had for the firing soldiers.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jul 21, 2009 12:15:28 GMT -5
Daemon went in the door, "Johnny, we are screwed unless we do something... are we going to attack or stick around?"
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 21, 2009 12:20:19 GMT -5
"That's why were here, kid.", Johnny shot back as held the door open. "There's enough here to hold us out long enough to figure something out." Johnny suddenly ran out of bullets as he shouted to the rest of the group, "Get in here! I can't hold those bastards off any longer..."
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Post by childofthehunt on Jul 21, 2009 13:32:11 GMT -5
"Go! Go! Go!"
General Henry O'Neal shouted to his soldiers as they jumped out of the plane's cargo door in their parachutes. He and his men were on board an Air Force C130 Hercules aircraft. They've been training for months for the assault on the Nazi's. This was their moment.
"Show no mercy to those fuckers!" The general shouted. "Do you hear me! NO MERCY!"
"General!" One of the lower ranked official called out to him, despite the noise the aircraft is making. "We have an unidentified object heading this way from below. "
General O'Neal peeked his head out of the cargo door and saw something sparkling heading towards their plane.
"What in tarnation..." He muttered, bewildered by what he was seeing.
He squinted his eyes and noticed the figure was somehow interacting with the soldiers in the parachutes. The object seemed to be cutting them open...with a scythe.
"Everyone! Arm yourselves! We've got company!" He ordered on top of his lungs.
The soldiers on the aircraft, grabbed whatever weapon they have anticipating for whatever it is killing their comrades. Finally, the object hovered just outside the open carrier door at the plane's tail. It was a figured of an angel holding a scythe. Everything about him was made of a material that looked like diamond.
"Boo." Bremmen mouthed.
The soldiers immediately fired at him with their rifles and guns. To their utter surprise, the bullets bounced off.
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Post by Trace on Jul 21, 2009 14:01:17 GMT -5
Trace ripped through another soldier as he made his way to the police station. Suddenly blood began raining from the sky, causing Trace to look up and see Bremmen slicing through soliders.
"Damn it, don't you know blood is hell to get out of clothes?"
Trace was moments away from the police station now, when a bullet ripped through his shoulder. He heard a cheer from one of the soldiers, before they all went silent as the wound quickly healed itself. Trace pulled out his own gun, Hellstorm, and fired several shots, each one ripping through the skull of another soldier.
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Post by childofthehunt on Jul 21, 2009 14:22:15 GMT -5
The tobacco between General O'Neal's lips, fell on the floor of the aircraft, as they stared at the diamond made figure hovering at the carrier's opened door. It had the form of an angel, with his wings flapping as it tried to keep up with the plane. Except, this angel was made of something indestructible...like diamond. "How rude." The figure spoke, when the soldiers stopped firing. General O'Neal secretly signaled the other officers to grab the meanest weapon they have on board. Whatever Nazi invention this is, it has to go down. "Let me introduce myself," The diamond angel uttered. "I am Bremmen and I would be killing each one of you today." His diamond lips curved in a wicked smile. As the being called Bremmen approached the carrier's door, the soldier parted, leaving one soldier and the General in the middle with a AT4 anti tank rocket launcher. "You're not getting on my plane you son-of-a-bitch!" The General cursed, shouting. When he said "fire!", the rocket fired out of the weapon. Bremmen was caught off guard and was hit. A huge explosion echoed through out the Animus sky, as dark smoke filled out the space where Bremmen once hovered.
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Post by cyansky on Jul 21, 2009 23:57:48 GMT -5
Syl ran into the police station, turning off the wind shield as it did. It was only when Syl was safetly in when it collapsed on the floor, groaning. It tried to sit up and look at itself, and much to its chagrin realized that it had been shot in the shoulder. A good chunk of it had been blown away, leaving Syl's interior partly exposed - which glowed an eerie bluish-white colour. It covered it with one hand as it leaned against a nearby desk, nursing its injury, trying to prevent the energy within from escaping in the form of tiny sparkling lights.
It breathed in more, as it closed its eyes and focused on healing it. It would take energy, but it would be worth it. Walking around with a wound was not a good idea on a battlefield, especially if you had the capacity to heal it quickly. Enemies tended to shoot at the weaker opposing forces because they were... well... easier to kill. Within moments the wound began to heal, and some of Syl's energy was spent in order to repair the damage quickly. It would be only a few more moments before the wound would disappear completely. Syl sighed in relief, as it pulled its knees close to it, covering its ears against the noise of the conflict outside.
It hoped that the fighting would end... What the hell did it do wrong for those men to shoot at it?! Syl groaned in frustration as it got up, still covering its injured shoulder, which was still in the process of healing. A few moments later, the wound was gone. Syl's grimace dissappeared, but it expression remained just as gloomy.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Jul 22, 2009 0:49:47 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho had now swapped his chainsaw with a sledgehammer. He towered over and unsuspecting soldier, who turned around only to meet a sledgehammer before his death. "Holy Fu-" The soldiers head exploded like a water balloon. "Now that was truly a kodak moment!" He hysterically laughs. His laughter was interrupted by a huge explosion. Mr. Psycho analysed it. "Damn, these soldiers are serious, this means that its time to GET IT ON!" He laughs hysterically. He was enjoying this too much, and for once noone else was trying to stop him. Two more soldiers started firing at Mr. Psycho, they were both standing infront of him. He looked at both of them and screamed- "SIEG HAIL!!" They looked shocked as their bullets did absolutely nothing. "Its some.. s-some sort of.. SUPER NAZI!" He screamed before his head clashed with his partners soldiers head. Both of their heads cracked. Dead instantly. Mr. Psycho pulled and axe out of his pocket and laughed hysterically. His laugh haunting the minds of the soldiers that were still alive.
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Post by Tig on Jul 22, 2009 1:09:11 GMT -5
Anya came up behind a soldier. "Hello, handsome," she purred, wrapping her arms around him, holding him against her tightly. "You and your fellow soldiers came to the wrong city. For starters, most of us are not human." She nuzzled against his neck, licking and nipping teasingly. "And you, are a mere human. And I am hungry." Lifting her head, her lips parted, fangs lengthening, and sinking into his waiting flesh, drinking his blood till he relaxed against her, fading away. His pulse was beating slowly, and when she had her fill, she lifted her head and snapped his neck.
She ran off, and moved inside the police station to find some weapons, even a vampire sometimes needed weapons. Her gaze shifted to Syl. "Whats wrong?" she asked, moving over to it.
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Post by Tig on Jul 22, 2009 1:20:30 GMT -5
Phoebe took to her demon form, with a bone tail, bone wings, and a wicked gleam in her red eyes. "Time to play." Her tail thrust outward, wrapping around a soldier, and the blade sharp tip thrusting in his chest before he even had a chance to react. She tossed him aside, and pointed at another soldier. flames shooting from her fingers, and wrapping around the soldier like rope. She giggled as he screamed in pain, then let the flames envelope the human, burning him. A soldier shot at her, and she pointed at him, the flames jumping from her victim, to the soldier shooting at her. Then she raised her hands, letting her fire surround her, and when the fire faded from her body, the wounds she recieved from the weapon, were completely gone, not even a scar.
"Who's next?" Her gaze searched the other soldiers. "Do you like the idea of one by one? Or the destruction of all of you all at once?" She glanced to the others fighting the soldiers. "Would it be so mean of me if I took away all your fun?"
A fire ball formed in her hand, and she threw it at a soldier who was aiming at her, the flames covered him completely. His scream was music to her ears.
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