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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard.         Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 4485 days |
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| Now, before you think that Innocence Gone fervor is sweeping the board and robot aardvarks are flinging themselves at the board with nitrogen capsules on, calm down. I wrote this for Clock as a base for the comic and thought the public might be intrested in reading it. But, hey, do as you will.
Note: Indents dissapear every time I copy the writing. Sorry. ^.^ In the shadows of the world, a mansion sat in the middle of a dense forest, allowing only a small amount of stone pathway to run from it before being caught by the moss and weeds. To any eye, it was obvious this was once a great place, belonging to some rich family. It seems at peace, yet eerily off guard, until a small noise brings the home into a tense air, giving away its predator. A single man walks out of the woods, with a smile on his face. He is dressed in any man’s commoner’s clothing: a worn black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, brown army boots, and a grey trench coat. Around his neck hangs a crucifix necklace with a ruby insert. On his head rests a pair of sunglasses and long, straight brown hair that reached his shoulders. He was a medium build, slender but still muscular. He stopped for a moment, then spoke into his com link earpiece that was hidden for a time under his hair. “I’m at the destination.” The man said in a grim, yet quieted tone. “Finally, Jack! No more time for fooling around, this is it!” A static female voice hurriedly said over the set. Jack grinned at this outburst. She’s scary when she gets mad. “Alright, Kiera, fine, relax. No more tea and biscuits for us. Operation Innocence Gone is a go.” Innocence Gone Jack walked towards the rusting onyx gates and stopped. They were flung open with incredibly large parts either torn off by a humongous force or tackled and ripped through with someone’s truly astonishingly large firsts. “…Kevin, you have no finesse.” Jack said as he walked past the destroyed gates. Over the intercom a clear, serious voice laughed. As Jack saw this, he saw a humongous mech resting in the bushes, staring at the mansion’s front doors. Instead of anyone’s normal instinct towards a random mech nearby, Jack bowed his head. “…What do you expect from a mech?!” Kevin responded from inside his mech. At the door, he saw a grim-looking female sitting against the wall with her head down, her silvery bangs obscuring her eyes. “Francine, you ready?” Jack asked as the girl looked up at him. She stood up with a scoff and backed up from the door, allowing Jack to take the lead. “Yes sir.” Francine responded. With her standing, Jack could get a good look of her. When her silver hair wasn’t pony tailed in the back, Jack could hardly see her odd features. She was beautiful, but also strange. Her nose was a tad longer than most others, and her eyes were green. To the untrained human eye, this was just an exotic female. But to those with true knowledge, these were true signs of a werewolf. Most humans were only recently aware of werewolves. For many millennia, these beings had only been legend and superstition, until a few years ago, when the incredibly powerful government discovered them, along with two other races of humans: Vampires and wiccans. Jack himself was a Wiccan, which was completely unnoticeable unless you saw him use magic. He had access to many spells he spent his life to master. In worst case scenarios, he could be incredibly powerful: He could punch through steel, adamant, fly, control the elements, and stop bullets; But only to a degree. He was alone no match for the sheer brute force of the Government. Realizing this at a young age, he formed 369, a small elite force dedicated to fighting the government. In this line of work, he eventually found his former war buddy, Kiera. She had formed Witches’ through, an information agency against the Government. Together, they made a powerful force against the Government. But still it was not enough. So Kiera and Jack put aside their feelings of pride, and are going to the vampires and werewolves for assistance. First, the Aren house of vampires’ assistance was requested. Jack stood firm and knocked hard on the door. As he stood there, he felt the gaze of something scan him for a moment, and he curled his hands into fists, preparing to defend himself. With a burst of foul air that made Francine’s over-sensitive nose quiver and pain, the door flew open and two figures stood in front of them. Their identity was obvious by the smell of blood and their pale complexions. Jack twitched as the smell hit him, while Francine clutched herself, almost in tears. The closest one stood as tall as Jack, with a black suit and crimson undershirt. His white hair fell over his left eye and it fell down above halfway to his waist. He had a smile on his pale face and looked both civilized and confident. The other frightened Jack with his mere presence. While the tall one stood firm, the other one crouched and continually scanned around the area as though he was scared. The smile protruding from his face was so skewed it allowed all to see his insanity. He was wrapped up in bandages, and he had red hair down to his waist. He smelled the most of blood. “Hello, my name is Jack Eldridge and this is Francine. We are here representing 369 and Witches Through, asking for your assistance in fighting the Government.” Jack said to the taller one, while his eyes followed the smaller one. The tall one moved aside and motioned for them to come in. They walked in slowly, taking in the site of this decaying mansion. As he walked into the center room, he noticed a set of steps leading down into a stone basement before him. That must be where the others were. Jack’s eyes widened as he began suspecting a trap. “It is lovely to meet you, Jack and Francine. My name is Xeios Ballain, acting leader of the Aren house. This is Chaos, an elder of many years and one of the oldest vampires alive.” Chaos looked Jack straight in the eye, and Jack was captivated by the sheer hidden intellect hidden behind those shifty eyes. Chaos seemingly twitched then turned into a black goop, sinking into the floor and disappear. That was shadow walking, advanced shadow walking, Jack thought. He looked over to Francine and noticed she was disgusted by this whole affair. As a werewolf, she must have a natural hatred of vampires. “Excuse me Xeios, but we do ask your response as soon as possible.” Jack said hurriedly, his eyes trying to find anything suspicious. “Yes, yes, sorry. It’s just…”Xeios turned around and faced the window, taking a moment of silence.”…we do not help just anyone.” Jack gasped as he felt a force coming from behind him. He twirled around and took a step to the right, narrowly avoiding the pounce of Chaos. The minute Chaos zoomed past, Jack yelled out the words Gauntlent Erosumia and magic gauntlets of white magic appeared around his hands. Chaos skidded a turn and looked at Jack with his evil grin flashing. His hands turned to the shadow and formed a puddle on the ground, before tentacles of shadow shot out of the puddle at Jack. He swiftly smacked each and they dissolved at the touch, causing Chaos to bring them back into the puddle. He reformed his hands and charged at Jack, causing Jack to take steps backward as Chaos blindly slashed at Jack’s face. Jack either grabbed Chaos’ hand and caused Chaos to shriek in really over-reacting pain, or dodged the slashes. After a while Jack hit a wall, literally. He ducked as Chaos flew through the air into the wall, turning into shadow. Jack rolled quickly away from the wall, turning back to see spikes of shadow flying towards him. He placed his hands side by side and brought up a white shield of aura, blocking the spikes. He dissolved the shield and stood, breathing a little more heavily, watching Chaos. The vampire smiled and sat down, grunting. “…I’m surprised, Mr. Eldridge. You survived Chaos’ test.” Xeios said as he turned back around, looking at the battle-ready Jack. “I will have you know that was not 10% of Chaos’ true strength.” Xeios said with a bit of cockiness. Francine laughed. “Well that wasn’t 10% of Jack either.” Hearing Francine say this, he smiled at her and relaxed. Chaos slinked into the shadows and down into the basement, probably to rest. “Xeios, do you mind if a friend joins us?” Jack inquired while cracking his knuckles and dissolving the spell. “Not at all. Who is this friend?” Through the doorways came a muscular male, young but experienced, plasma pistol in hand. He had a white t-shirt, plain but clean, and jeans. His short-cut green hair did nothing to hide his blue eyes, angry at the world and itching for violence. “Kevin Katsoryui reporting, sir!” |
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Kaijin Surohm Living the dream  Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 1690 days Last activity: 876 days |
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| Very... odd o.O
No offense, but you completely butchered Chaos. Lol. If need be, I can help out with the story, and give out tips on Chaos where they could go. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 4485 days |
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| Sorry, but your version of Chaos is really hard to write. I think for the average reader, they'd be like WTF? How the hell'd he jump out the window if he was just on the other side of the room?
*esplode* So, I kind of made him like hunched over crazy dude with amazing combat skills... >.< harder than it seemed. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1179 days Last activity: 1179 days |
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| *replying to this for the sole purpose that Cairoi can post the next iteration*
I'm waiting, man. This is gonna be good  |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4861 days Last activity: 4485 days |
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| Kevin waited until he heard sounds of combat from inside the mansion. He couldn't stand just sitting out here as Francine and Jack managed to have all the fun. He strapped on his SA-17155 Assualt Beam Rifle and pistol, as the sounds of combat filled his communicator. He began revving the engine, planning to burst the door down. Just then, the stern voice of Kiera called anrgily over the communicator.
"Kevin, you aren't planning on going in with your mech?! You'll jepordize the entire mission!" She spoke quickly and anger, though it was obvious she was looking at all sides of the mission. "Fine, ma'am." Kevin barked, as he cut the engines. He opened the cockpit and closed the floodlights, instantly causing him to grow weary. The second the lights had been killed, shadows had flowed about. He jumped out, drawing his pistol. He was scanning the entire area, looking for any abnormalities. The moment he lowered his arms, a raspy screech signaled the charging of a vampire. Kevin had little time to react as the hurtling form flew towards him at breakneck speeds, it's demonic claws extended. However, it was enough. Kevin watched as the three bullets each punctured their designated targets, decimating the vampire. It's face was torn with blood, it's hands reaching over the bullet wound resting aside it's heart. It fell to the ground, gurgling. "Deserved it." Kevin walked towards the doors and flung them open, gagging at the stench of blood that rushed to his face. He composed himself and saw Jack and Francine staring down the man known as Xeios. Kevin was instantly sent into alert as he did not see Chaos, another key vampire of the Aren house. He sheathed his gun and walked up to Jack and Francine. "Miss anything?" He whispered to Francine as he saw Jack in a lock with Xeios' gaze, the two silent and immobile. Francine cocked her head to look at Kevin. "Can't really say so, Kevin. I think they're negotiating." Xeios suddenly smiled, causing Jack to smile back. Xeios' grin was cocky but true, as Jack's was more humane, though untrustworthy, giving off the impression he wasn't really happy. "Well now, we should begin writing up our alliance so it is bound, then?" Xeios released, breaking the silence and dread that had been lingering about the room. Xeios lead Jack to the upstairs office, where they would draw up the official papers. This left Francine and Kevin standing alone in this aged, disturbing entrance room with nothing to do but wait. Francine leaned against the wall, her face strained by the smell. Kevin paced across the crimson carpet, twirling his pistol in his hands like a profesional. It was eerily peaceful until Kevin felt an odd presence about him. He looked to the north stairwell and flinched, seeing a figure standing in the doorway. The figure, to Francine's chagrin, was Chaos. He looked at Kevin with a confused, childish face. As he spoke, his voice was that of a child's, but had a second demonic underlying voice. "You hurt my brethren, human." He was standing straight, completly unlike how Francine had seen him before. It seemed as though he was mocking Xeios' British posture. He looked so odd in this civilized position he caught Francine and Kevin more than offguard. He walked towards Francine, his claws extending behind his back. Francine heard the sound with her sensitive ears and pushed off the wall. "Let me test you." Chaos purred, his face wearing a strange compassion above it. The moment she did, Chaos' claws shred the wall shred the wall violently. She turned to see Chaos dashing forward, slashing again. Francine was scratched across her left arm and grimaced, turning to let Chaos' momentum push him away. Kevin drew his pistol in a flash and shot it at the moving Chaos with grim accuracy. However, Chaos seemed to absorb the shot as his hands were trailed with a dark energy or sorts. It resembled smoke, except the yellow iris emnating from his hands, which subsided into the midnight black smoke the trailed behind him. Chaos turned violently as he absorbed the blast, smiling at Kevin. He began running forward, gathering evident energy in his claws. As Kevin closed his eyes and prepared for the evident slash to hit, he heard a growl. He opened his eyes to see Francine holding back Chaos' hand, her face stern and cold. Chaos chuckled and lifted his feet, freeing himself with one pressured kick. Francine was pushed back and she growled angrily, her collar flashing. She begins growing, causing Kevin to jump back in fear. She begins getting hairy, and much more muscluar, and her features become more canine, until her hunched form has subsided into her werewolf persona. Also, her collar was pulsing with energy, assisting her transformation. Kevin speaks quietly into his comm link as this happens. "Kiera, Code Luna." Francine charges Chaos, who is giggling like a madman. He nimbly jumps over Francine's charge and begins hovering back to the wall. Francince turns and charges once more, her rage building with each footfall. "TRENTON!" Francine howled as she took an angry snap at Chaos. Chaos slipped into the floor using his shadow magic. Francine ran into the wall, growling and snorting. Chaos appeared again, seeping through the wall with a sly smile upon his face. "Oh, you mean that werewolf lover of yours? I didn't do anything to him." Francince flew at him, tackling the wall with incredible force. However, the Chaos had escaped. Francine hissed and looked around, wary for another attack. No trace of Chaos was left besides his lingering voice, filling the room with it's anonymous omnipresence. "Trust me, I really didn't. Well, that's good enough for me. Toodles!" It was followed by his laughter, which caused Francine and Kevin to completly lose any confidence they had gained from the battle. Francine transformed back into her human form, exhausted. She fell from conciousness and hunched over, her adrenaline and thirst for Chaos' blood taking her vitality. Kevin ran over and caught her before she fell to the ground. She fell asleep in his arms. He didn't disturb her by getting up, but kept his pistol ready, waiting for a vampric assault. Silence permeated the room for 5 long minutes, with Kevin anxious and wary. He was paranoid, his fear escalating as he heard loud footsteps from the nearby stairs. He got ready to kill when he saw Jack come down with parchment in hand. Jack noticed Kevin and Francine and he was in a sort of disbelief. "Uhh...Kevin? What the hell happened here?" |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1179 days Last activity: 1179 days |
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| Excellent. Watch your tenses and usage though. I'm eagerly awaiting for the next installment! | |||
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Kaijin Surohm Living the dream Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 1690 days Last activity: 876 days |
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| Excellent. You almost have Chaos down. XD
Nice touch with the glowing hands too. |
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Elara Divine Mamkute Dark Elf Goddess Chaos Imp Penguins Fan Ms. Invisable  Since: 08-15-04 From: Ferelden Since last post: 113 days Last activity: 113 days |
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| Nice, but you cut my character out of the scene completely. I know that part of the RP was lost in the last wipe, but when Francine transformed, Morrighan was ordered by Keira to bind her. She did so with big sharpie to weaken Francine and a powerful binding spell so that she wouldn't lose control and could change back.
Whenever you do put Morrighan in, if you need information on her let me know. For the record she has dark red hair and green eyes. |
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The Accidental Protege Iggy Koopa I\"m your accidental protege... The gift, the blood, the thrownaway...\" Since: 03-08-05 From: Marching on the city of Southern Cross Since last post: 1179 days Last activity: 1179 days |
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| I can explain that. Cairoi and I are basically collaborating on the writing of the storyline for the RP. I believe it may get too cluttered and confusing if too many characters come in at once, and I believe he can agree to that. | |||
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Elara Divine Mamkute Dark Elf Goddess Chaos Imp Penguins Fan Ms. Invisable Since: 08-15-04 From: Ferelden Since last post: 113 days Last activity: 113 days |
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| Makes sense to me, I was just afraid that I was forgotton. Anyways, do post the next chapter, I want to see how this pans out. |
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