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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 26, 2009 22:26:32 GMT -5
The Angel's fist came hurtling towards Mr. Happy, on instinct he picked up the girl and held her up in front of him. Tommy jumping in front and taking the blow to his shoulder, not to harmful as it had lost momentum with Tommy's charge. He looked down to the little girl, "Now do you really want to be hanging around big, bad meanies like that?" Grimacing at Selice "Or do you want to hang around with us cool kids and find your folks?" Tommy said winking and giving a soft punch to the girl's shoulder. Tommy picked the girl up and plopped her on his shoulders. "Don't worry we'll take you to find your darling parents." Tommy and Mr. Happy bounced happily away, their backs to Selice and again pulling their middle finger to her laughing and giggling all the way.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 26, 2009 22:54:28 GMT -5
Sara looked around at all the people that surrounded her and said, "Everyone's a stranger to me... Even you two, despite everything you've done for my mom.", she said as she looked at Maz and Viscum. "How about you all take me to my mom?", she asked as she reached her hand out to Tommy and Maz.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 26, 2009 23:01:10 GMT -5
Tommy sneered at Maz, Mr. happy at his back ready for a rumble, baring his teeth in a animalistic smile. "O.K then sweetie pie." Tommy said through gritted teeth. Tommy hated those snobbish, preppie, most likely in-bred siblings. Tommy gave his chainsaw to Mr. Happy and took Sara's hand, waiting for Maz to take the other. Mr. Happy standing at Tommy's side chainsaw at the ready, revving it sinisterly while glaring at the rest of the group. THe clowns hated all those who hated them, all they did was be themselves it seemed almost retarded that they were hated for it. Mr. happy moved over to Tommy murmering to him, as if he had read his thoughts, "Don't worry man, it's the way of the world. Besides, we'll get our revenge soon enough..." Tommy wasn't sure what Mr. Happy had planned but was willing to obediantly follow.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Oct 27, 2009 4:15:39 GMT -5
It was in my own will and wish to be standing in Animus grounds. Everything the same as expected: cracks on the street ahead, broken items around me, and plenty of mindless. There were also residents ahead as well. My mission being an uninstructed favor for the new Leon.
My lord being new to the field could not handle life without support despite his persistent desire of none at all and even more excludes me from his ventures. Stubborn like a blockage he is. Quite inappropriate for a child wondering into the woods alone, especially one with memories for field experience and now he is experiencing these memories in first person. Now, he is living those memories.
He is not Leon Wolfe but Daemon, I realized. Both of them, the same person but the other naive compared to his past-life. Daemon may have grew wiser, stronger, and faster, yet unprepared to face the intense situations he needs to resolve and work with. It is these emotions he bares that is making him reckless and volatile.
I, Aphrodina, his loyal friend knows he cannot do it alone. He needs his friends. Its time for him to realize that. It is time for me to walk foreword to the group of people I first saw and greet them.
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Post by Trace on Oct 27, 2009 7:20:38 GMT -5
Maz looked at the girl's hand and reached out for it, at the same time flowing magic through his body to be ready for any attack by those vile disgusting clowns, pretending to be human while slaughtering the innocent. He focused on his anger, knowing full well that if he let it get the best of him then his magic alone could obliterate half of this city. Taking the young girl's hand Maz looked back at Viscum, who was already concentrating on the aura's of the clowns, looking for any change that would insinuate violent behavior. If the clowns were going to double cross them, then they'd be ready for it.
"Okay Sara," Maz said softly, "Lets go find your parents."
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"It can't be you." Rosa said softly, still transfixed by the figure in front of her. "You vanished, they saw it, some of them think your dead.
"Let them think what they want to think, they're closer to the truth than they realize after all."
The figure looked different to the one she used to know. The previous arrogance had been replaced by an eerie calm and his entire demeanor just seemed different, darker maybe. His clothing was still similar, a long black trenchcoat covered up most of his body, but she was sure he'd have weaponry hidden beneath that.
"What happened to you?" Rosa asked, her tone confused.
"There's a change going on up there." The figure said, pointing his finger to the sky. She knew where he meant immediately. "Thing's are changing fast Rosa, and soon everything is going to come tumbling down on top of this god forsaken city."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because you need to know that I have no hand in what is coming, that I am not going to be able to help, nor will I particularly desire to. A war is coming Rosa, and I will be leading the charge."
And with that the figure vanished in a flash of brilliant white light, leaving Rosa alone at the center of the bomb site.
"For what side though Trace, for what side?"
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Post by Selice on Oct 27, 2009 9:21:14 GMT -5
Selice let out a sigh of relief as Maz took the little girl away from the sadistic clowns. Maybe now she could kick their asses without having to worry about them using Sara as a human shield. This could go badly though, so she slowly slid her bat from her back, casually holding it, just in case she had to give Maz a bit of back up. Anger towards the clowns boiled up inside Selice like it hadn't done in years. She was angry to the point where she thought about tearing off her gloves and ending their pathetic excuse for lives right there and then.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 27, 2009 9:26:19 GMT -5
Sara held on tightly to Tommy and Maz's hands as she began to walk up the street. "Oh, my name's Sara... I think you might already know my mom, the clown said he did, her name's Veronica.".
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Post by Geinkotsu on Oct 27, 2009 14:33:44 GMT -5
Zachery had walked away, sure the clowns weren’t all so murderous to hurt a child, and to add to that, she wasn’t a mindless. He was sure she would be fine, plus she had a few others to keep her company, even if he didn’t trust them either. However, he still watched until they started to walk away, making sure that they didn’t try to harm the girl. But it seemed they wouldn’t, so he turned through the alley way and disappeared from the street. ‘Perhaps now I won’t have murderers following me… but I can’t say if I’ll walk into one.’ Zachery thought to himself, taking the journal out of his pocket and staring at it. It was fairly small, just a little bigger than his hand, its cover was made out of black leather and the pages were all lined and blank. It had no words on it or logos that most would come with. It was because this one wasn’t bought at any store, he had awakened with it, which made him wonder if it was of any significance. ‘N always said it would be best to write down my feelings…. Perhaps this is a chance to try.’ he opened the cover and looked and the page, but realized he didn’t have anything to write with. Time to improvise then.
He sat down on a box in the alley and looked around, finding nothing very eye-catching. He thought for a moment and picked up a feather, using a small box cutter he had found at the hotel to cut the edge off of it, making it fairly sharp. Zachery tapped the cover of his Journal as he thought of what to use as ink. Oil wouldn’t do well, and neither would any garbage waste products. He could do well with ink… but there didn’t seem to be any jars or such thrown away. He would have to find some in one of the buildings, or he could probably find a pen or such before that. Though, he liked the idea of writing with a feather, watching the white fluff whisk around the page always seemed to calm him.
Zachery stood up with his sharp feather and walked out of the alleyway, coming to the nearest public building. It was a small business building, perhaps meant for lawyers or perhaps loans. It was hard to tell since the sign was faded away beyond recognition. The building was two stories tall, two glass windows in the front and a double glass door. The structure was made of brick and painted white, giving it a strange rundown modern look. Zachery pushed open the left door and walked in, a gray and blue carpet paving the floors in a checker board pattern. There was a few desks in the room, and a hallway to the left leading to the stairway and a few closed rooms. As expected, the area was empty. No living things inside other than himself. Which he didn’t mind.
He went to the nearest desk and searched the drawers, finding a few pieces of paper, paper clips, a paper weight, name tags, and other sorts of junk he didn’t care about. He opened the last drawer and came upon a large bottle of black ink, meant to refill pens. But even so, he took the bottle, shut the drawer, and left the building. Leaving it as it was before he went inside. Zachery stepped out onto the street with his journal open, his pen in hand, and bottle of ink in the other. As he walked, he wrote of the past events and his thoughts…
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Post by cyansky on Oct 27, 2009 18:37:33 GMT -5
Asri had gotten lost in the chaos that had ensured after he greeted Selice and Chrys. Left behind by the events that had recently occured, he had wandered off to find Syl, but was met with failure. From behing a lost child, it had grown to know the city almost by heart. Apparently wandering around every day with nothing else better to do helped.
Hence, it was with great surprise when he came upon Selice, a small child and another man that he didn't know. The child, from what he could tell, was a human, the man being a human-deemon hybrid.
He gave Selice a small, nervous smile as he approached her.
"Selice!" he said, "what's going on here? I've been..."
He then noticed the clowns standing there. He looked at them and sighed, putting a hand on his forehead. He hated clowns. Especially if they had chainsaws. And we're insane. And came in pairs. And killed and enjoyed it.
"Oh, nice to see you again, Tyrant," said Asri, with an oddly sweet smile on his face. "And looks like you've gotten yourself a new friend."
But even then, there were subtle hints in his body language that hinted that his thoughts were opposite to the sweet expression on his face and the impassivity of his voice.
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Syl ran towards Kure, at full speed, laughing happily, arms spread wide for a hug. It was not like a human laugh, but it was fairly high-pitched and pleasant to hear, conveying its happiness perfectly. Kure and Syl had been spending almost every day together, although they were sometimes separated due to various reasons. One of the most common was Syl wandering ahead too quickly and promptly getting picked up by Asri (who still had no idea of their relationship). Still, it was glad that it had found him again, and that it had found a way to effectively sneak away form Asri again.
"KURE!" it cried out in joy. "I've found you! I'm sorry for wandering off! I mean... it's so good to see you again!"
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Post by kaybeezy on Oct 27, 2009 22:43:39 GMT -5
Chrystabelle watched the proceedings with curiosity, as the group seemed to diminish one by one. Everyone appeared to be going in the same direction, which was slightly odd, yet rather amusing in an ironic way. She turned to Veronica and Johnny, clasping her hands in front of her.
"Should we follow as well?" She asked, eyes trailing towards the path everyone seemed to disappear down. "Or should we go elsewhere?"
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 27, 2009 23:58:23 GMT -5
Johnny was still reeling from the story Mr. Pyscho had told him; it was that look that just seemed to come closer and closer and the story went deeper and deeper. It gave Johnny the shivers as he brought the cigarette back to his lips or a drag.
"Should we follow as well? Or should we go elsewhere?" After looking at Chrystablle, Veronica turned her head and took a glace up the street. "It seems everyone's headed up there.", Veronica muttered. She was hesitant about what was up there.
Johnny flicked the cigarette of his hand and said, "I'll go check it out.".
Veronica nodded and stood next to Chrystabelle. She could feel something, but she just didn't know what.
<***> In the distance, he watched two women stand in the center of the street, as the man, the one he remembers as John of the Gun walked away. Pulling the cigarette away from his lips, he exhaled a cloud of smoke, as he stood with his foot arched over the pipeline that led into the building.
Animus was weaker now than it was when he escaped. He didn't know how and he didn't know why, but the people overpowered. So, he stood there perched, keeping his eye on the only vehicle he had... The child inside the woman's womb.
Tipping his hat, he watched and waited... "It's all just a matter of time.", he muttered. "From a child being born, and the taking of a life.".
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 28, 2009 0:35:18 GMT -5
"Oh, nice to see you again, Tyrant and looks like you've gotten yourself a new friend." "Why thank you. He came outta my ass." Tommy said, as he and Mr. Happy started to crack up. "Now if only I could remember where your lovely parents are.." Tommy said tapping his chin thoughtfully. Mr. Happy was getting bored, fast. And wanted to try out the chainsaw. His sketchy eyes shifting from person to person, his mind going crazy with thoughts.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 28, 2009 1:02:05 GMT -5
In the distance, Johnny could see the group huddle together. Ditching his cigarette on the ground, Johnny called out, "What's going on here?".
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 28, 2009 1:08:02 GMT -5
"What's going on here?" Mr. Happy decided to chop someone up later, something was happening right now.
"Johnny? JOHNNY! I got your love child! Tommy pulled her out of Maz' grip and ran to Johnny, Sara flying through the air tailing behind Tommy, locked in his grip. "Look! Just look at what found me, then I found, we found you so we found her and I found for you! IT"S YOUR CHILD! SARA!" Tommy was over excited, he didn't even know if this was the right Johnny, there was bound to be plenty of Johnny's hiding away in Animus but Tommy WANTED it to be this Johnny, it made him feel like a detective.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 28, 2009 1:34:40 GMT -5
Sara's eyes widened when Tommy picked her up and held her before the man... That face. It was the face that had haunted her mother. The face her mother always kept close. It was man who's face her mother would draw, and point to, telling her, "You see Sara, this is your father.".
Tears ran down the girl's cheek as she released herself from Tommy's grip and jumped into Johnny's arms.
For Johnny, he really didn't know what to make of it. He was alert the moment her heard Tommy shout out her name. This was the girl Veronica had been talking about, this was the girl who was inside Veronica right now, and this was the very girl who's tombstone he had come across a long time before when he ventured into the future with Trace and Daemon.... This was his child, and he had no idea what she was doing here, with him, right now.
Johnny held her before him and muttered, "My little girl.". Johnny closed his eyes and held her tight; small tears forming between the closed eyes of the once ruthless killer.
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