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| Fugue | Jan 23 2012, 08:29 AM Post #1 |
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Platform 8 Register for this RP here! Registration status: OPEN Profiles and Summary Discussion Thread ---------------- On February 14th, 2067, the world received news from top polar scientists that a meteor would hit the polar ice caps, shattering them and drowning the planet. For ten years, humanity rushed to find a way to save the planet. Coming up short, there were two solutions: find a new planet, or move humanity upwards to avoid the flood. Those that fleed the planet in search of a new home were called Pioneers, and left the planet in large space ships called Arks. The rest of humankind were forced to find a way to avoid the incoming flood. A scientist by the name of Andor Rigel came up with three self-sustaining plans to save as much of humanity as possible: the satellite plan, the Platform plan, and the Floatilla plan. The Satellite plan involved space stations set up to follow the rotation of the globe, orbiting at a relative speed to the planet's spin consistently as to not crash into one another. The Platform plan, the most prolific of the three, involved massive megacity-like platforms that would be raised 30 feet above estimated water levels after the melt of the ice caps. These would be sustained by their own climate control screens and systems. The third, the floatilla plan, involved creating floating islands. This third plan was thought never to have come to fruition due to the sudden death of Andor a couple months before the meteor's estimated time of arrival. On June 12th, two weeks before the final platform was built, the meteor hit the ice caps. This was a whole month before the estimated time of arrival, and 3/4ths of the population of Earth would be wiped out. The day would be known to many as the Day of Noah, as people fleed to the fourty platforms and twenty-thousand shuttles to the satellite stations located across the planet. Around fourty years have passed since that day, and the climate has finally settled on the planet. While the satellites have stagnated and continued operations the same since Day 1, the platforms expanded, creating roads and megabridges connecting them all together across the globe to establish trade. The planet, although flooded, had survived and was once again thriving in a new form. However, there is something festering beneath the surface of the post-apocalyptic utopia of the platforms. People seem to be dying left and right. The biggest problem is the phenomena that nobody recognizes the corpses. It's as if they were stricken off the records and removed from the memories of the people; however, their bodily possessions indicate they did live nearby. People began to call these corpses "husks." On October 23rd, 2098, the Stonecreek Mall in Section 7, the shopping section on Platform 8, suddenly went dead, filled entirely with husks. About two hundred husks were found inside the mall. Panic began to strike the citizens of Platform 8. People tried to schedule a transfer to another platform, attempting to escape from what they believed to be an unknown threat. The panic caused the local government to react. With the help of the Mayor, they established Horizon, a company devoted entirely to researching the Husk phenomena and developing a way to combat it. Due to its nature, the people working in the company keep no contact with the outside world, living in apartments located near the base floors of the giant skyscraper. People began to notice only government officials entering and leaving the building. Nobody else went in or came out. After ten years, the husks seemingly disappeared from the eyes of the citizens, and everything seemed to return to normal. Little did they know that the problem was just as bad as it was on that 23rd of October... It is September 2nd, 2110, and the first day of school for Ordon High School in Section 18. The school had been finished during the summer, and everyone, including the staff, is new. You are a teacher, student, or faculty member of this school. Regardless of your position, you will be dragged into the mystery of the Husks against your own will. And the mystery of the husks goes much deeper than it initially appears... ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Welcome to Platform 8! Hello, and welcome to Platform 8, the biggest and most prominent platform in the network! We pride ourselves in being the largest and most successful platform to date. Platform 8 started out estimated to be the size of what used to be the city of New York but has since expanded to the estimated size of what was once the state of New Jersey. The best part is...we're still expanding, and we're looking for more citizens to make the best platform even better! Platform 8 is divided into 20 sections, each with its own purpose. Section One is devoted to our trade and commerce with other platforms. Before it was only used for storage and access to the platform, Mr. Antony Williams decided it would be the perfect hub for trade relations. To this date, Mr. Williams is the second most successful person on the planet, shortly behind Anto J'zalli, creator of the Web that spans the globe and connects all our platforms together. Sections two through four are designated for natural land. Section 2 is our farmland where all food that isn't made through matter converters is grown and harvested. Section 3 is the wildlife refuge, where we keep the surviving species for repopulation should we figure out how to fix our planet to the way it once was. Section 4 is our designated park, perfect for hiking or spending the weekend in relaxation. Section Five, our technical center, is where all our maintenance systems are located. It's thanks to the people here that we are safely suspended above the dangerous waters and kept in safe weather conditions should they take a turn for the worse. The head of staff at Section Five, Jeremy West, has been looking for ways to improve on our system so that we may emulate the weather of the seasons year round. Sections Six, Eight, Twelve, Fourteen, and Eighteen are all residential and school districts. It is here that we foster growth for the next generations of Platform 8 and keep our people comfortable and happy. Each area has a different focus: Section Six is housing for our maintenance and mechanical staff. Section Eight is housing for our many Section 7 workers. Sections Twelve, Fourteen and Eighteen have differing levels of schooling as well as housing for families. Section Seven is our commercial shopping sector. You can literally buy just about anything in this section: from clothes to security drones, Section Seven will have anything and everything you could ever want. Filled with friendly employees at every shop, Section Seven is considered the biggest shopping sector in the forty platforms, a title we're incredibly proud of. Sections Nine through Eleven are reserved for our corporate offices. Section Ten, nicknamed the Horizon Section, is where our local government offices are located and the famous Horizon building where most of our safety and defense research takes place. We strive to make Platform 8 not only the best but the safest platform on the planet. Section Thirteen is our technologies department, the birthplace of the Mag Rail. It is here that we create the newest and most advanced technologies to make your life easier. Drones, House LI's, Matter converters, and many other new devices are created and improved here. On the subject of the Mag Rail, it is the fastest, most reliable method of public transit across the platform. Topping at 150 miles per hour, the Mag Rail utilizes AntiGrav lifts and propels itself using a single, poweful magnetic rail. The transit system has many trams that run throughout the entire platform, carrying over 20,000 people per every 2 hours on average. Section Fifteen is dubbed the Workshop. Here all the repairs are done on our maintenance equipment as well as organization for work on the entire platform. From construction crews to plumbers, this section is the grease that keeps the wheels of our platform spinning! Sections Seventeen and Nineteen are our recreation sectors. Section Seventeen hosts a ton of natural and sport-like activites, from Gravball stadiums to ski resorts. It is home of our Platform's gravball team, the Eights, who are currently undefeated this season. Go Eights! Section Nineteen is home to our amusement and big entertainment, such as movie theaters and studios and amusement parks. If you are looking for fun vacation activities, this is the section to go to! Section Twenty is considered one of our most important sections. Jutting out from the rest of the platform, Section Twenty houses the shuttles that transport food and supplies to our Station friends up in space. They depend on us and other platforms to provide for them while they themselves do high-end research and spatial communications with the people who left around sixty years ago on the Arks. We hope you enjoy your visit to Platform 8 and consider becoming a citizen of our great platform! ---------------- Sometimes it's better to just disappear off the face of existence if it means protecting those dear to you... |
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| Fugue | Feb 10 2012, 11:13 AM Post #61 |
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Aaron sighed, setting the plate on the table and the empty plates and utensils next to them.. "Everyone's a food critic, I swear. Hold on, I'll go get you your apple." He turned around and was about to walk up the steps before being interrupted by Michael, who came storming down. Michael sat in his seat, gesturing to Elene and Emeris. "Both of you need to move, I need to take a vid call." He pressed a few buttons on his phone, and after a few seconds a screen lowered from the ceiling right above where the two were sitting. The screen lit up, revealing a young boy who didn't look much older than eight. His teal eyes stared back at the screen as he sat reclined in a lounge chair. "Well, Michael, it's a good thing I could reach you before the meeting. I wanted to let you know what we found earlier." The boy seemed to present himself in his manner and dictation that betrayed his actual years. It seemed he was another contractor. Michael sighed, resting his head on his hand in a bored fashion. "Enlighten me, Max. I have other things I could be doing right now." Max nodded. "Remember that discussion we had a few weeks back about what would happen if somehow a purified soul entered into a body in a similar fashion as a corrupt soul?" Michael glowered. "You're wasting my time, Max. There's no way one of those could exist, and even if they did there's no proving that they'd be any different than a Dream Eater." Max chuckled. "Now, now, boss. You know better than to write me off so quick. I'm sending her over to your little shack to get looked over. She'll be accompanied by Linsey, so you don't need to worry about her getting lost or running into trouble. Just a warning, though...she may not take you very seriously. She didn't take me seriously either until I, well...'demonstrated' how serious I was." Michael rolled his eyes. "So what other proof do you have? All I'm seeing is an elaborate prank." Max folded his hands, his features shifting from whimsical and bourgeois to that of business. "The Op showed me a clip of one of our ops gone wrong. She got Leyden's contract soul. Apparently he had tried so hard to save anyone in that coffee shack that when he died his soul continued his will." Michael raised an eyebrow. "So Leyden's dead then. My apologies." Max nodded slowly. "He was a good contractor. He'll be sorely missed by us all in Squad 6." "Is there anything else you needed, Max?" Max shrugged, once more taking his whimsical nature. "Don't think so, boss. But, if you wouldn't mind sating my curiosity, why did you call an emergency meeting?" Michael gestured to the side with his head. "We've got Gen 9's now. I want to have a discussion with the others and inform them I will be training them and any new recruits we get." Max cringed. "Cassie's going to have ten dozen fits." Michael glared. "And if she continues to disagree with my decision, she'll get ten dozen of my fists. This will not be up for debate." "No worries, though, boss. The rest of us will most likely be in agreement. There's no reason for denying new contractors when we keep losing one about every week." Aaron returned with a plate of apples, followed by a girl who looked to be about 16 years old with dark brown hair and blue eyes. She was followed by a woman who looked to be around 20 with tanned skin and a tired, annoyed look on her face. The younger girl spoke directly towards Michael, giving a curt salute. "Sir. I have brought the subject as requested." Max chuckled. "Ah, is that Linsey already? You made good time. Go ahead and stay there, we're going to have a meeting in about an hour. You can return tomorrow after our little visit to the Soul Forge." Linsey turned and saluted towards the screen. "Affirmative, captain. I'll bunk here for the evening. Any other orders?" Max grinned widely. "Nope, that will be all. Dismissed." Linsey lowered her hand. "Sir." Max returned his attention back to Michael. "They're all yours, Michael. Treat them well, alright?" Michael was beginning to look very irritated. "Goodbye, Max." He hung up, and the monitor retracted into the ceiling. Aaron sat down, handing the plate of apple slices over to Emeris. "Do you need a seat, Linsey? I can go get you one." Linsey shook her head. "Negative. I will be fine standing up." Michael shifted in his seat, facing the taller woman. "Take a seat. We need to talk." Edited by Fugue, Feb 10 2012, 11:50 AM.
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| wolfang237 | Feb 10 2012, 11:24 AM Post #62 |
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Emeris was quick to get out of his chair when he looked into Michael's eyes - so much so, in fact, that he practically fell out of it. The tall climber didn't take a new seat and, instead, moved behind Michael on his right, watching Max and Michael have their 'discussion'. When he was mentioned, Emeris made a kind of salute-wave hybrid and nodded his head to Max. The conversation eventually ended, which had been narrowly preceded by the entrance of the uptight girl and the older woman. Emeris didn't have a place in any of this and decided to put the apple slices on the table (he figured he should have told Aaron he liked apples whole) and backed up into the shadows, playing a role he had done for 8 years: being unnoticed. He had been truthful when he said he was good at it and, at this point, knew that the older woman likely hadn't noticed him, and if the uptight girl had she didn't make a sign of it. |
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| Caleigh | Feb 10 2012, 01:29 PM Post #63 |
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Charlotte Sinclair was having a bad day. First, her creepy-as-shit boss presses up against her in the copy room-- gross. Then, she goes to get coffee, and all hell breaks loose. THEN, SHE absorbs this weird thing and turns into another weird thing, and gets interrogated by some fucking eight year old on steroids. Now, she's being escorted to some other location-- oh, look, it's a house. How fucking peachy. The girl who's supposed to be her escort is uptight, ridiculously blunt, and can't even speak correctly. Great, great, great. And now they're in this room, with all of these people that she doesn't know-- although that Aaron guy is actually pretty hot, yeah, he's got nice hair... --anyway, in a room full of people she doesn't know, and probably wont like, with another kid who's like thirteen barking out orders and shit. Fuck. The tall woman pushed a few locks of her thick chocolatey hair over one shoulder. Her dark green eyes scanned over Michael, first, her nose wrinkling in a slight grimace, before running over Elene. Oh, more children that will probably whoop her ass, great. They shifted back to Michael when he was done ordering Linsey around. When he asked her to take a seat, she slid into one, seemingly dressed for the conference room they sat in-- a dark brown pencil skirt hugged to her midthigh, military-esque buttons adorning the waist-hugging section of said skirt; a foresty green turtleneck top, with sleeves that ended at her just after her elbows, hugged tight to her average-sized chest; a pair of dark brown pumps, three inches, only made her height more daunting, accompanied by a pair of skin-toned panty hose. "Look, if you're going to question me to hell and back, just get your answers from the kid at the other house. He asked me about everything under the sun," she grumbled in Michael's direction, perfectly stained, maroon lips pursing together. "I've had a royally shitty day, and don't really want to be fucked with more than I need to be. And, I'd rather not be called 'the subject' or, 'the target', or 'the Devourer', okay? " She lifted her eyes toward Linsey, shooting a pointed glare, before turning them back to Michael, offering him a hand coupled with perfectly manicured nails (dark green tips replaced the usual white look). "I'm Charlotte Sinclair." Edited by Caleigh, Feb 10 2012, 04:51 PM.
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| Fugue | Feb 10 2012, 02:17 PM Post #64 |
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Michael sat and stared, eyes half lidded and clearly uninterested as she ranted. When she finished, and offered her hand, he took it in his own. "Michael Straight. And by 'we need to talk' I meant talk. Not interrogate. What has happened to you has never happened before. You have been marked. The consequences of said occurrence are that tomorrow you will be forgotten by history and your body will remain timeless. You're going to repeat your age for the next four years. Furthermore, this 'Devourer' thing is because you are the exact opposite of a Soul Eater. I assume you met one. It was the one killing all the civilians. Furthermore, because you are a unique case I am charged with looking over you while we decide what we should do with you." Michael then turned to Aaron. "Go prep three rooms for our new guests. The upcoming meeting just got a whole lot more difficult." He then turned back to Charlotte. "Now then, Charlotte. Are you hungry, and do you have any other questions for me?" Edited by Fugue, Feb 10 2012, 02:17 PM.
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| Caleigh | Feb 10 2012, 02:35 PM Post #65 |
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Charlotte leaned back in her seat, back straight as she listened to Michael. No surprise wafted over her features, or agony, or upset. She just looked even more irritated. A hand was lifted, and the woman kneaded her forehead with two fingertips. "I'll take some coffee, black, and cereal if you have any," she mumbled, voice having lost its sharp edge. "Look, I'm sorry that my existence has caused you so much drama, but it's something we're going to have to deal with. I'm under the impression that if I'm the exact opposite of one of your Eater things, I can do some damage to them in the future. Since I'm kind of stuck helping you, either way, I'd like to try to make this as smooth and easy as possible by cooperating." |
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| Fugue | Feb 10 2012, 03:34 PM Post #66 |
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Michael nodded. "Leya, go get Charlotte some cereal and a cup of coffee." Leya groans and shuffles out of her seat, trudging up the steps. Ben shakes his head slowly, taking another delicate bite out of his waffle. "So then." For the first time that day, Michael gave a genuine, non-hostile smile. "You're willing to cooperate. That's good. We're about to have a meeting with all the squad heads, and me on your side means you probably won't be treated terribly. Which is good, seeing as how we're low on numbers now that Horizon's out taking us out one by one. I have a feeling they were involved in the death of the contractor who was assigned to kill the Dream Eater you slew. But that's not important. I want to know how you're feeling physically, other than the obvious." Aaron then returned, grinning in his usual manner. "The rooms are ready for use, Michael. They're all on the second floor." Michael grunted in acknowledgement, continuing to listen to Charlotte. Aaron returned to his seat, now sitting next to Charlotte. |
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| Caleigh | Feb 10 2012, 05:14 PM Post #67 |
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Charlotte eyed Aaron carefully before looking back to Michael. She leaned forward, elbows on the table, and scooted to the edge of her seat, crossing her legs. "I feel strange, of course, obviously. Weird. A little drained, but at the same time completely, exasperatingly empowered," she said, eyes scoring over Michael's features. The woman would stretch, leaning one way and the next, before leaning back into the seat. Her eyes fell on Ben, studying him carefully, and then Aaron-- before drifting to Elene, and Michael once more. Charlotte would run a slender hand through her long hair- twist the ends carefully to curl in the opposite direction that they had originally. "Did I do something wrong? I didn't mean to absorb that guy's ... whatever it was. I took care of that Eater thing, right? That's not a bad thing." |
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| wolfang237 | Feb 10 2012, 05:21 PM Post #68 |
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"I may be new but I couldn't possibly think a pure soul actively choosing you could be bad." Emeris kind of took a step backwards, but more comfortably, and leaned against the wall. "From what Michael has told Elene and me, souls only invade another being when they become corrupt and destroy the soul of the person its inhabiting. You, on the other hand, had a pure soul waltz into your body and as far as I can tell your original soul is still intact. So theoretically I see 4 good things right off the bat: a soul has actively chosen a host rather than been bound to a contract, you are now housing your own soul and that of a willing partner, thus protecting both, you have snatched the soul of a comrade from the enemy's hands, and you already have the power to kill a Soul Eater. Elene and I don't have that power yet - not until we bind our souls to the contracts."
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| Lady | Feb 11 2012, 12:28 AM Post #69 |
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Elene moved one chair over to avoid the screen while sliding a plate with her. After she had settled herself in again she grabs a waffle and pours a bit of syrup over it. As the conversations unfolded Elene kept her head down while she slowly ate her waffle, listening. Her eyes shifted several times to the face on the screen before it went away then quickly glanced to the two new faces. When her eyes met Charlotte's Elene quickly averted them down to her waffle, poking the last bit of it with her fork. |
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| Fugue | Feb 13 2012, 02:59 PM Post #70 |
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"That's an interesting point, Emeris," Michael agreed, slouching in his chair. "Fundamentally, she's the same as a Dream Eater, with a different base, and her soul wasn't eaten. It's a symbiotic relationship rather than a parasitic one. However, one thing still concerns me." He began to flip his phone in his hand. "Dream Eaters require souls with both strong will and energy capable of resisting the effects of a history wipe. They continue to feed to grow continuously more powerful. Any soul eaten from them has their basic personality stripped and is shown bare, as is what happens when a husk disintegrates after the Dream Eater is killed. In short, they eat both life and history. This lost history is used to find more prey since those that they are seeking for food are those that can resist the effects of forgetting, as I mentioned before." Michael set his phone on the table. Assured it was safe, he then shot forward, bringing his face close to Charlotte's and staring menacingly into her eyes. He seemed to be seeking to find some sort of answer that might be hidden there, eyeing her as a predator would scan its feast. "But you're not a Dream Eater, you're what the Forge Guardian called a 'Devourer.' The Devourer is capable of advancing his or her own power by hunting the Dream Eaters in the same manner they hunt their own prey. They may even have abilities we as Contractors are incapable of achieving due to the fact we use contracts. But only Contractors are immune to corruption due to the fact that souls bound to the contractor are put in a form of purifying stasis as long as we use purified souls cleansed in the Soul Forge or harvested off of Husks. What about you? Is that symbiotic soul in your body as immune to corruption as a Contractor? Or are you just a ticking time bomb that could screw us over at the most inopportune moment when your soul is eventually devoured by that wolf in sheep's clothing?" Michael let the question hang for a few seconds, the room going oddly silent, before he flopped back into his chair lazily. "I guess we'll just have to find that out for ourselves. I want to think I'm a kind person who gives others a chance to prove themselves before I take matters into my own hands." He grinned evilly. "But don't think that means I won't keep my eye on you. You're on my side...for now. I'll protect you as if you were one of my own, but the moment you start showing signs of treachery I will be the one who personally lops your head off. So if you feel you have any signs of your body acting weird in a way that could harm us, let me know. We'll try to save you before it's too late." As Michael finished up his short speech to Charlotte, Rin trudged down the stairs, lugging her giant cello case. "I heard there's a meeting soon, Michael. What's this about?" "Cassie wants to bar all newcomers from entering a contract. Some stigma about Gen 3's or something. I don't care, you were right. We need more members." Michael exclaimed, obviously annoyed. "So we're holding this meeting to pretty much ensure that I will be training all Gen 9's and any Devourers that may show up as well, and for anyone else to send any newcomers my way." Rin hopped into her seat next to Michael. "Did you require my assistance training the newer members?" Michael shrugged. "Like I told Ben earlier, I don't know yet. We'll see. Depending on how this meeting goes, I may end up getting a personal trainer for each of these guys out of all of this." Leya finally returned with the coffee and bowl of cereal and milk, placing it next to Charlotte on the table. "You have something planned, Boss?" "You'll see," Michael grinned devilishly. "This meeting will be fantastic if we get a unanimous vote from the squad leaders." Aaron looked at Michael with disappointment. "Michael, you can't treat your squad leaders like Chess pieces. This will come back to bite you." Michael raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think I'm playing games here, Aaron?" Aaron frowned. "You're treating the situation like some sort of game. Your squad leaders can't all share in your opinions." Michael sighed. "Aaron, why do you think I established a voting system and hold meetings with these people? I ask them for advice before I finalize my decisions. But there are times when we will not agree, and that is why we vote on certain topics. I may have a strong say in our decisions but never will I make a decision that a majority of the group doesn't agree with. I'm not a dictator." Aaron slowly shook his head. "Just because you don't have control doesn't mean you aren't treating this as a game..." Michael lept up from his seat, pointing at Aaron. "Watch your tongue. Each member is like a brother or sister to me, and each loss is grievous. Some of us need to be put in their place and I will be the one to do so. Nobody else needs to look like the bad guy. Just me." He returned to his seat, Aaron oddly humbled by Michael's sudden outburst. |
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| Caleigh | Feb 13 2012, 03:18 PM Post #71 |
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Charlotte's eyes scanned over Michael as he monologued. She absorbed the information in silence, refusing to recoil from the menacing leader-- facial expressions keeping carefully controlled, a stone wall. The brunette grit her teeth, clenched her jaw, as he spoke of beheading her, and narrowed her eyes carefully. When he leaned back, so did she, her hands having clamped on the arms of the chair she sat in, knuckles white. With a huff, Charlotte let her head loll back, eyes drifting to Aaron, and then back to Michael and Rin. "Thanks," she mumbled when Leya brought her food and coffee- offering the other woman a brief, fleeting smile. Spoonfuls of cereal found Charlotte's lips slowly, at first, politely. However, after a few moments of this, the woman could be found shovelling it into her mouth, drowning it with the coffee, no matter how hot it was. Confusion swept her features as she pushed the empty mug and bowl away from her, one hand lifted to wipe any excess liquid from her lips. "Feels like I haven't eaten in days," came the quiet mutter as her eyes shifted between Aaron and Michael, once more. Green eyes would shift to her mostly bare legs. Charlotte grunted. "Do you guys have anything more comfortable that I could wear? And regular shoes? I'm a size four, and a six in shoes," she'd request, eyeing Michael carefully. |
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| Fugue | Feb 13 2012, 04:12 PM Post #72 |
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Michael deadpanned as Charlotte began to request more comfortable clothing. "Don't know. Leya's about as tall as you, but I have no idea how women's clothes work. I stopped paying attention to them once I noticed that I began to stop aging once I hit 19 and revert back four years." Leya, however, looked slightly infuriated. "I think she'll have a hard time in my clothes," she stated dryly as she eyed Charlotte's curvy body. She clearly had a more feminine appearance than Leya's lithe, slightly athletic build. Michael ignored the comment, grinning at Charlotte. "You probably should feel hungry. Your body might be taking more energy to operate. No worries, though. Once we head to the Soul Forge tomorrow we'll give you some souls to supplement your symbiotic soul. That should give you a bit more energy to operate while I train you and the others tomorrow. As far as I'm concerned, you're one of us as well. If anyone has anything else to say, well..." He cracked his knuckles. "Let's just say that we settle our differences in a ring if we can't agree upon a decision." Ben gulped. "The last time someone had an argument with Michael we had to get Trevor to heal what was left of him. Trevor spent two days patching the guy back together. He was never the same after that." Michael glowered. "He wanted to sacrifice a Gen 8 to lure out the Gen 3's! I wasn't just gonna sit back and act as if nothing had just happened!" Rin spoke up. "He's dead, and so are the Gen 8's. This discussion isn't going anywhere." Leya squealed. "Rin! You're so adorable when you're serious!" She assaulted the small girl, locking her in a hug and rubbing her cheek against the girl's forehead. |
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| wolfang237 | Feb 13 2012, 05:09 PM Post #73 |
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Emeris wasn't sure what to think now. Michael had shown a lot of sides of himself and Emeris could feel doubts creep in about the stability of the Forgotten. Were they falling apart? Was the pressure slowly eroding the unbreakable trust they needed? Then he noticed that, even with Michael's outbursts, the others looked like they would follow him anywhere. So trust held strong - he hoped. As the drama played out Emeris felt a little out of place. He couldn't trust Michael and he didn't know anyone else - not even the other two Generation 9's (if the 'Devourer' could be numbered as one). It was like he was watching an anime - the characters mouthing back and forth, their motives all too clear from a position outside the group, but less clear inside. And above it all, Emeris just couldn't find anything to say. All he could do was watch. Watch, analyze, ponder, categorize. And through it all, Emeris couldn't say he was part of this force of Forgotten. Not yet. |
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| Lady | Feb 13 2012, 05:10 PM Post #74 |
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Not finishing the last bit of her waffle Elene sat back in her chair as Michael spoke. Most of what he said flew right over her head- a lot of things still didn't make sense. It was hard keeping up with the names and terms. When others began to speak about training Elene removed her little ring from her finger and casually inspected it for the thousandth time. She brought it up to eye-level, rotating her treasure with her rough fingers. Her blue-green eyes gazed at the bizarre reflections on its smooth, slightly-rounded silver surface before setting it on the table in front of her. Elene pinched the ring between her fingers and quickly gave it a flick; making it spin real fast, giving it the illusion of a silver sphere. Cool. After a while of watching she caught the word "sacrifice" before the ring slowly stopped its spinning; falling onto the table with light 'tinking' sounds. ((Yeeahah, post is entirely made up of ring. I been having short posts so I thought, why the hell not. I guess it also shows how much she pays attention? Eh.)) |
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| Caleigh | Feb 14 2012, 01:16 PM Post #75 |
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Charlotte eyed Leya carefully, watching the discussion unfold. "Sweatpants and a sweat shirt are fine, if you have anything that would fit me. If not, I'll make due," she said, leaning back in her seat. Her eyes flicked over Elene, where she lofted a brow, before trailing over to Aaron, and then Ben. |
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| Fugue | Feb 15 2012, 02:33 AM Post #76 |
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Leya pouted, glaring at Michael. He in turn raised an eyebrow, and shrugged. "It's up to you, but I'd start building bridges before you burn the foundations. You may be the one who ends up training her." Leya groaned in response. "Fine. Come on, I've got a spare set of sweats for you." She beckoned the other woman to follow, headed up the stairs. They would go up three flights and down a hall, turning into the room on the left. Leya opened the door, revealing a rather tidy room with posters littering the walls. Plenty of CD and vinyl record shelves lined one wall of the room, a turntable set that looked very use sitting next to them. Leya headed reluctantly to her closet, pulling out a baggy grey pullover and a pair of sweats. She set them on the bed. "There you are. The Operator will send one of her drones over to pick up your clothes before the day is through, so you won't have to wear sweats for three weeks like I did. I'm going to head back downstairs and join the others." She headed out, closing the door behind her. "If you need anything else, let me or Mikey know. We'll be glad to help you out." ---------------- As Leya and Charlotte left, Michael received a call on his phone. He answered it, lowering the drop-down monitor. After pressing a few buttons, the image of a black-haired girl in her late teen's appeared on the screen. The room she was in was littered with multicolored plushies, and a small drone floated passively next to her. She seemed to examine the room via her screen, then made eye contact with Michael."Cobalt. Operations have been wrapped up for the evening, and all squad leaders and lieutenants are ready and awaiting the start of the meeting." Michael nodded. "Great. Once Charlotte is finished getting changed, we'll get this meeting underway." The girl on the screen tilted her head. "Goldburst seemed rather upset. She stated you called this meeting to inform the others of your decision without proper consent from the council. Was there something I missed?" Michael shook his head. "No, no...that's just Cassie being Cassie. I'm sure she'll get over it once she realizes what exactly we are up against." The girl suddenly perked up. "Speaking of which, Cobalt, I have two more things to report. One is that there are Dream Eaters mysteriously disappearing off the tracker. After a bit of research, I think I may have found out why. There may be another group operating with the same (if not similar) intention as us. I will explain the rest during the meeting, if permitted." Michael raised an eyebrow. "Really? You couldn't just tell me now?" The girl shook her head. "That would be inefficient. It would be best to present the information all at once to prevent misinterpretation and to foster discussion between the leaders as to how to handle the situation." Michael rubbed his chin, catching on. "Ahhh. Alright, smart move. Best we all discuss it to prevent Cassie from complaining like she is now. Good deal." He tapped his finger on the table. "Now then. You said there was another issue?" The girl looked a little upset. "Well...Gamma just intercepted a transmission from the Church of Light. They've been getting more and more involved in hunting Horizon and Dream Eaters that they're headed here." Aaron paled, freezing in place as he was eating. Michael froze as well, his finger stopped mid tap as the girl mentioned the Church. "Who did they send?" The girl paused, typing hastily on the keyboard situated in front of her. Her eyes rapidly scanned the contents in front of her. Blinking, she struggled before she finally gathered enough courage to tell them. "Inquisition. Ordo Exterminatus." Michael paled. "Not good. Last time we tangled with an Exterminator we nearly lost Decker. Do you have any ideas of where they're going to set up shop, and how many they're sending?" The girl scanned further. "Negative, and three members. They'll be examining a few locations before they make a move." Michael's head dropped down to the table. "Not good..." As Michael sat back to an upright position, Leya returned, taking her seat. "Going that good, Boss?" Michael seemed to ignore the question. "Where's Charlotte?" "Upstairs. Got her some of my clean sweats to change into." "Alright...guess we're waiting on her return then," Michael stated, leaning back further and folding his hands on the table. |
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| wolfang237 | Feb 15 2012, 10:46 AM Post #77 |
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Emeris stepped forward again, rather annoyed. It wasn't anyone's fault - it was just the annoyance of being outside the loop, of not knowing enough to be accurate or cautious. "And what, pray tell me, is this church that scares you so much? Or rather these exterminators. You said a man named Decker nearly died from your last encounter with them - are they friend or foe or are they just another cog in this bleak war, cornering any other side they can?" |
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| Caleigh | Feb 15 2012, 02:21 PM Post #78 |
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Charlotte followed Leya with a tired expression, heels clicking. When they reached her room, the Devourer offered a bright, happy smile, and scanned the other woman's living space. As clothes were set out for her, Charlotte nodded, waited until the door was shut, and stripped off the office attire-- folding it all neatly on the bed. She'd pull on the sweatshirt and sweatpants over a set of matching, lacy, beige-and-black undergarments. Once the woman was finished with this, she scooped up her heels, piled her clothes on top of them, and made her way to the hall. There was a quick scan of the room, as if Charlotte was assuring herself she left no mess behind, and then the woman closed the door. Bare feet made for muffled stepping sounds as she made her way back to the group, pulling all of her hair over one shoulder with her free hand, holding her clothes with the other. Charlotte descended down the last flight of stairs, blinking a few times to take in Michael's expression from the other side of the room. Dark green eyes swept over the people gathered, and dark brown brows furrowed carefully in thought as she paused just after the stairs. Reluctantly, she moved to sit on Aaron's other side- instead of between the long-haired man and the leader, where she'd previously felt pretty uncomfortable. She placed her clothes beside her, on the floor, and brought a knee up to her chest in the seat, resting her chin atop it while she listened. |
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| Fugue | Feb 15 2012, 07:03 PM Post #79 |
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Aaron, although hesitant, looked like he was about to speak up, but was interrupted by Michael who was two steps ahead. "The Church sees all of us - Contractors and Dream Eaters - as defilers of the soul, worshipers of demons or demons themselves. They believe they're the only ones that can protect people from the likes of us. Our problem isn't exactly with them, per-se, it's that they've got a problem with us. While this may make them look like enemies, they are still considered innocent civilians. This by proxy makes them people we are striving to protect, so we just consider them 'hostile.' I refuse to potentially kill any being who isn't associated directly with Horizon or the Dream Eaters." "While the Church may not seem like a problem we need to deal with, in truth they're as guilty as a Dream Eater, but aren't quite aware of it." Michael turned his head, glancing at Rin. "Rin, go grab an example." She nodded, hopping out of her chair and Leya's grasp. She then made for the metal doors she had deposited the souls into earlier. She went in, and about a minute later returned with a rather dull, gray soul devoid of any glow whatsoever. Michael gestured to it. "This is what they do to the souls they collect. They worship the light of the soul, the essence, and view the orb as a container. They're completely unaware that what they're extracting this essence from is the soul itself. They use this extracted essence to power their arms and their trinkets, believing them sanctified and righteous. Don't be fooled, though. Their weapons are as dangerous as a Contractor or Dream Eater." Michael paled a little bit. "The Exterminators are the blade of the Inquisitorial Department. They're the best at their job: seeking out and exterminating evil. To them, we're considered evil, so they do their job: exterminate us. So far every exterminator we've met has been on par with a squad captain. This makes them about as dangerous as a Horizon member, if not moreso since I do not want us fighting them." Rin took the soul back to the room, depositing it and returning to her seat as Michael wrapped up his explanation, noting that Leya had since returned. "Now then...does anyone have any other questions or issues they want to address, or shall we start this meeting? Best get it out of the way now. I have no idea how things'll turn out." |
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| Lady | Feb 15 2012, 07:43 PM Post #80 |
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Slowly, Elene started to get the grasp on things as she listened to Michael. She shook her head in response to his question as she slipped her ring back onto her little finger, but then pauses. "If... If they're doing that to souls- shouldn't we stop them?" |
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| wolfang237 | Feb 15 2012, 08:24 PM Post #81 |
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Emeris couldn't help but ball his fist and bite his tongue. It was as if every soul in the world was destined to be screwed at some point. One side left them abandoned and lost. Another side corrupted them and tortured them. Another side emptied them of every shred of energy it kept from those they had once given life. And the final side -'his' side - tried to save them the only way they knew how: to contract them into a state of purification. He knew his parents' souls had fallen upon one of these states - so which was it? It was obvious they had been lost as his parents' existence was consumed... but after that, what became of his parents' souls? Were they corrupted, only to destroy more lives? Were they corrupted and harnessed into malicious contracts? Was their very essence stolen from them, sealed into weapons and armor that dirtied their memories? - Or were they, even now, giving power to a forgotten in order to try to make sense of this sad, hellish world. Emeris cared so much about the innocents being caught in the crossfire - but he couldn't agree with Michael's thinking. Emeris could - and would - kill an exterminator if he ever had the chance. He wasn't a Soul Eater. He wasn't destroying a soul's vessel. He was getting revenge, protecting comrades, and saving souls. He would never sanction the loss of a soul in such a way as they lose their essence. Emeris stared long and hard at Michael after he had described the Church - so much so that he barely heard Elene's question. In that moment, when the world had suddenly gone black, when even the 'heroes' in the war raised a barrier between himself and them, Emeris made a promise to himself: he may not be able to save a soul - to guarantee it's purity - but he could sure as all hell kill any being that would destroy one. He would hunt Soul Eaters. He would hunt Horizon. And, if given the chance and even if Michael struck him down, he would hunt an Exterminator. He would become a hunter for the sake of the souls not yet lost. And he would shed a tear for every soul he couldn't save - because he knew that the face behind the soul would never again be seen. A face would cease to exist, their lives and experiences forgotten and forsaken. It was almost unbearable. Edited by wolfang237, Feb 16 2012, 08:40 AM.
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| Fugue | Feb 17 2012, 03:36 PM Post #82 |
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Michael smiled at Elene's question. "Well, I see your point. I agree. The Church should be dealt with. Because every time I see one of their Inquisition..." He slammed his fist onto the table, a look of rage and absolute detest directed downwards, as if he could somehow see them there. "I want to grab their heads and rip the spines right out of their bodies. I would use them as flails to take them to whoever's responsible for the blatant abuse of an innocent soul, wrap one around the necks of each of the people responsible and say to them, 'You are not worthy to live on this planet any further.' I would throw them into a furnace so hot it would melt their skin and flesh off their bodies, and have our healers repair their wounds and repeat the process every five minutes for endless suffering until they die of shock. That is what I wish I could do to these detestable demons who hide their face behind a guise of religious righteousness. That is what they deserve for lying to their men who have sworn loyalty to them. That is what a betrayer deserves." Michael relaxed, his features returning to that of boredom and passive-aggressiveness. "But for the most part, the Inquisition are innocent. They aren't aware of what they're doing. And as much as I would like to stop them, we don't have the numbers or the time to do it. We're fighting a three-way war as-is. Plus, we can't afford the entire Inquisition on our backs as we attempt to stop Horizon and end the threat of Dream Eaters once and for all. So we are taking the extra effort to stay the hell away from them as much as possible. The problem is that there are times when we can't. However, I will impart this much to you newbies." Michael became very serious. "We pledge an oath not to kill innocents. While some of the things that the Inquisition does may deserve punishment, they are still technically innocent because they are blindly following their faith and orders from superiors without asking questions of themselves. I only ask of a few things of you as a member of the Forgotten: Follow your squad leader's orders, don't kill innocents, use only purified souls, and treat other Forgotten as you would a family member. We're all we've got now." Michael clapped his hands together. "With that out of the way, we can finally move on to this meeting. Let's get this over with, Op." The girl on the monitor nodded, typing hastily into her keyboard. "Affirmative, Cobalt. Patching you in." Multiple holographic screens began to pop up surrounding the monitor, showing three rows of three screens with the monitor itself sitting in the upper center position. In the new screens were scenes that were very similar to the room Michael's group was sitting in. A larger chair was situated, surrounded by regular chairs and accompanied by a chair slightly larger than a regular one to its right. All the chairs on every screen was occupied except for two seats of Max's group, the screen on the center right. The Operator cleared her throat. "The session will now begin, commencing with role call." Michael cracked his neck, yawning. "Squad One, Cobalt. All members present, with the addition of Water Sprite from Squad Six." In the upper left corner sat a pair of twins, one curvier than the other. The athletic one situated in the larger seat wore an angry glare, while her twin seated next to her seemed to hide her face behind her long hair as she slouched over in an attempt to appear smaller. "Squad Two, Goldburst. All members present." In the upper right corner, a dark, Gothic-looking boy with short black hair sat slouched forward, gazing blankly at the screen. "Necrosis, Squad Four. All members present." In the center left screen, a crimson-haired, bright-red eyed girl in her late teens with a fuzzy white pull-over pulled down her hood and spoke up. "Bloodrose, Squad Four. All members present." In the very center screen sat a dark-skinned man with white, slicked back hair. He wore a large black trenchcoat closed up all the way, the collar reaching up to the tip of his nose and his eyes hidden by round black shades that seemed to be slightly reflective. "Shadowguard, Squad Five. All members present." In the center right screen, Max spoke up. "Gravity Bomb, Squad Six. One member away, attending the meeting off-site with Cobalt. One member deceased. All other members present." In the lower left screen, a girl in her mid-teens in a camo tank-top cracked her neck. "Terran, Squad Seven. All members present." In the lower center screen sat a white-haired boy with a black zip-up hoodie, his white hair, fair skin, and red eyes contrasting his dark clothing. "Slayer, Squad Eight. All members present." The lower right screen seemed to display Michael's group, giving them a view of what everyone else saw. The Operator spoke up."Role call complete. All squads present. Before we begin, I will update the group on current affairs." The Op's screen changed, showing the symbol of the Church of Light: a cross inside a twenty-pointed star. "The Church is starting to make its move on Horizon. After some digging, I believe I have compiled the three agents they have sent: the Annihilator Squad." Reactions varied, from grins to gasps. However, Aaron suddenly looked very, very worried, his body suddenly rigid. The Op continued. "Here are the profiles for the three agents." The first profile came up, a portrait of a thin Asian man with his hair tied back. In his hands were many cross-shaped throwing blades. He wore the typical priest regalia. "Father Xing Wulong, the Black Hound. He's the Church's hitman, and has a ninety-eight percent success rate for assassinations. He is considered a Class SS threat level and should be avoided at all costs." The profile info and pic changes, displaying a large man with his priest regalia left open. His brown hair seems to sit messily on the top of his head. "Bishop Red O'Donnell, the Bloody Bishop. The man is an unstoppable tank. He's the leader of the Annihilator squad and rightfully deserves it. His nickname fits due to his love of red wine and the amount of blood he sheds in battle. Although he is a higher-up in the Church, he still considers himself a devout Christian and ties this into his work ethic. Expect lots of babble from the Bible. His weapon of choice are casks of holy water and the Armor of Retribution, an aura that gives him superhuman regeneration." The profile changes once again, this time to a younger looking girl who looks to be about 13 or 14. She has long brown hair and a scar across the left side of her face shaped in a perfect cross, a tattoo of a 20-pointed star surrounding it. Aaron suddenly pales and begins to shake, the fork in his hand clattering against the ceramic plate his waffle sat on. He broke into a sweat, his breathing becoming ragged. The Op continued once more. "Saint Monique Schultz, the Angel of Light. Gifted with the Wings of Light, she is easily the most dangerous member of the group. Her abilities to manipulate her soul essence is uncanny and on par with some of our strongest squad leaders. She achieved the title of Saint at the ripe young age of eleven and has been doing work in the group for about two years. Supposedly she is the daughter of one of the two people that founded the Church. Said person is assumed to have become a husk, but we're not absolutely certain. All three of these members are considered Danger Level Five and are not to be engaged for any reason." The Operator's face returned to her screen. "On that note, Cobalt, I am sure everyone is concerned as to how we will deal with the Church in the near future." Michael shrugged. "I have my own opinions, but if you guys think we should start engaging the Church as well we can certainly do so. I'll initiate a vote: those who wish to start combating the Church, say aye; those who are against, say nay." "Aye." "Nay." "Nay." "Nay." "Nay." "Aye!" "Nay." The Operator slapped her desk twice in succession. "As the Arbiter of this meeting, I declare that we will continue our non-aggression stance against members of the Church by majority vote until a plan is put in place. This topic is now completed." "Moving on, I am sure you are all aware of the Dream Eaters that have been mysteriously disappearing off our trackers. This has been going on for awhile, and while before it wasn't very noticeable it has certainly picked up as of recently. Investigations show that no trace of the Dream Eater or its husks it fed on have been located when they disappear. I believe our new friend Charlotte may have shed some light on this mystery." The Operator's face disappeared once more, showing a camera feed of a small drone watching in on the coffee shop. It turns to focus in on Lindsey helping up an addled and clearly irritable Charlotte. "This is the Coffee Shop that Deluge found our Devourer in. As you can see, there is nothing out of the ordinary." The two of them leave the shop, walking towards the edge of the Veil. As it lowered, Charlotte vanished from the screen, and Lindsey seemed to be aiding nobody. "I tooled around with my drone settings and found out that Charlotte seems to be missing from reality. After doing some more check-up on information in the government databases, it appears there is no early signs of becoming a Forgotten. I believe this may be a phenomena unique to being a Devourer compared to being a Contractor." The young Max spoke up. "So what you're saying is that there may be more Devourers out there hunting Dream Eaters?" "Possibly. More investigation is required. I'll keep you all posted." Michael nodded. "Fair enough. I believe we do not have enough information, so should we run into any Devourers we are not to engage unless in self-defense, and we are not to kill until we get more information on this." The Operator's face returned to her screen once more. "That wraps up the news notifications. The official meeting has now begun. Cobalt, you have the floor." Michael nodded, sitting up straight. "I believe you are now all acquainted with Charlotte, the Devourer. After a wipe-up mission at our target today, Rin and I also ran across two Marked. After some thought I have decided to train them all. They will join the ranks of the Forgotten." In the upper left screen, 'Goldburst' slammed her fist into the table angrily. "For fuck's sake, Michael! We haven't even finished discussing whether or not we're going to take in new members and you're out gathering them and making a decision on your own?! The Operator frowned, scolding 'Goldburst.' "Need I remind you, Goldburst, that in group meetings you must follow protocol. You must wait for your chance to speak. Furthermore, you should be using codenames for security reasons." Michael brushed off the Operator, responding caustically. "No, this is fine, Op. I want to hear what she has to say to these three who just had their lives flipped upside down as we did before." The girl's face turned red as she shuddered with anger. "And what of your 'I am not a dictator' bit, huh?! You're just going to start training them and accepting them in as if this discussion was meaningless?" Michael nodded, calming down. "Yes. I am. It happened to them before we reached a final decision, so I took matters into my own hands and acted as I saw fit to the situation. I did not order Gravity Bomb to send the Devourer to me; he did that of his own volition. Furthermore, I am not heartless. I'm not going to leave these people on their own without any guidance or protection." 'Goldburst' growled, grinding her teeth. "Quit making me out to be the bad guy! You're the one who's going around us and making these sort of decisions without getting a group vote!" Michael shrugged. "Fine. Let's take a vote now then. For those of you who want to kick these new members out and deny new entry, say aye. For those who wish to continue operating as normal, say nay." After an angry "aye" from Goldburst, the vote passed around, a resounding nay from every other squad leader. As the vote finished, the Operator slapped her hand lazily into the table. "Majority rules against," she muttered. Michael nods, crossing his arms. "There you have it. Vote's passed, you lost." Goldburst roared. "You asshole! What are you going to do if these new guys turn out to be another waste of our time, huh?! What if they join Horizon, or that Devourer bitch goes rogue and starts killing us off from the inside?! Are you gonna take responsibility for that?!" Michael bit his lip, an irritated frown growing on his forehead. "These new members are our family, Goldburst. Need I remind you that you were given the same treatment when you joined." Goldburst scoffed. "Oh yeah. Such great treatment. You guys did a great job of protecting us at that mall. So great that most of the people sent to the mall were too late and ended up losing their lives pointlessly. With such sloppy crap like that, I'm not surprised our numbers have been falling due to your leadership. You've done such a great job since-" Goldburst was interrupted as Michael drove his hand through the table in front of him, splintering it in half. Any object on the table would've gone flying off. The room, and all the onlookers, stared silently at Michael. Not one person dared speak. Michael lowered his hand. "You can insult me all you like, insult members of the family, be belligerent and disruptive, and annoy me all you like. Walk all over my reputation, tear me to pieces, do what you wish. But the moment you start insulting the brave souls that gave their lives at that mall in an attempt to rescue you from a situation you yourself were responsible for, I cannot forgive you!" Goldburst cringed, but kept her angry demeanor. "So what are you going to do about it, dictator?" Michael pointed at the screen. "Judgement duel. If you win, I'll step down. If I win, I decide your punishment for your disruptive behavior in this meeting." Goldburst crossed her arms. "Fine. I accept your challenge. I'll wipe the floor with you!" Michael cracked his knuckles. "That's fine, you can go ahead and try. But I'm going to warn you now." A hateful smile slowly spread across Michael's face. "I'm not going to hold back." Michael whipped his head up towards the Operator. "Op, the meeting's adjourned. I want all the squad leaders and Squad Two's lieutenant present to oversee this duel. Be by the forge in half an hour." The Operator broke out of her fearful trance and nodded. "Affirmative. All squad leaders and Sunburst are to be present at the duel. Meeting time in half an hour. Meeting adjourned." The holoscreens vanished, and the monitor retracted once more into the ceiling. Michael turned, and headed for the metal doors. He walked in, and the weight in the room suddenly lifted. The rest of the group relaxed, save for Aaron who still looked disturbed. Max rubbed the back of his neck. "Shit. I don't think Michael was expecting that from her. I don't think he's gonna go easy. Leya shuddered. "He broke that table and his contract wasn't even active...what a monster..." Rin, who was wiping her face with a handkerchief, spoke up. "I'll stay on call. Everyone else had better go keep an eye on Michael. It'll give the newer members a chance to see the Forge and meet the Guardian." The others nodded and went about cleaning up the room. Rin scooted out of her chair, turning to the others. 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| wolfang237 | Feb 22 2012, 05:29 PM Post #83 |
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Emeris had been thinking a lot through the meeting... he disliked a regrettable amount of what transpired. First, there was the vote of aggression against the church - if it had passed, Emeris wouldn't have had to make an oath against killing innocents that also included the church as those innocents... but whether or not he would make that promise was still in the air for him; he'd cross that bridge when it came. Something he was a little more concerned about now was the hierarchy and discipline within the Forgotten. Michael had already shown himself to be prone to fits of rage, and although his squad seemed to back him up - albeit with a few suggestions or comments - the rest of the teams were independent of leadership. And they also seemed to quarrel with themselves, which finally led to a fight where one or the other could possibly get killed, thinning the Forgotten ranks further. This was the opposite of what they needed if more Devourers (possibly hostile) might be out in the city and if the Church was hedging in the front line. They were going to have to unify more or they were going to break. Emeris hoped that new enemies would force the Forgotten to crowd together more and rely on each other. Otherwise Emeris was going to die in the field, right with Michael and Elene and the rest... The question startled him a bit. He smiled and put his hand behind his head, replying, "Ya, ya. I'm fine. So what was this about the forge?" Edited by wolfang237, Feb 22 2012, 05:32 PM.
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| Lady | Feb 22 2012, 06:17 PM Post #84 |
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Elene listened quietly as the meeting went on, sliding the small ring back onto its proper finger once more. When they began to list off the three deadly members belonging to the Church she couldn't help but peer and cringe at their photos. Silently, she hoped that they would do something about them then quietly sighed as the vote failed. Elene perked her head up a bit as she heard the mention of the 'two Marked.' Her posture was slightly straightened for the beginning of the conversation but as it grew into an argument Elene sank back into her chair while twisting her ring again. When Michael punched the table in two she quickly scooted herself back as her plate jumped into the crack. After all was said and done- mainly the challenge- Elene rose from her seat before responding to Rin's question. "Mm-hmm!" Edited by Lady, Feb 22 2012, 06:18 PM.
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| Caleigh | Feb 23 2012, 01:10 PM Post #85 |
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Charlotte had crossed her legs as the meeting started, hands cupping her jaw carefully as she leaned forward onto her elbows, which rested comfortably on the edge of the table. Dark eyes scanned the other leaders, and then scanned the photos of the Church members. When Goldburst had a bit of an outburst, Charlotte leaned back. When she was referred to negatively, the woman's brows furrowed. She had no intentions of turning on the Forgotten- they were the only people she had, now. However, seemingly missing from the world was a troubling thing. It gnawed at the back of her head, raked its nails under her skin. The thought bled her, internally, caused her stomach to twist. The Devourer's eyes shifted to Aaron as he, too, grew troubled, though for a different reason. Worry creased her angular features. When the meeting ended, Charlotte sat up straight- shoulders back, resting against the chair. Eyes rested on Michael as he moved, and teeth raked her bottom lip. That gaze shifts to Aaron, now, and then Rin, whom she answers with a quick murmur, "Yes, I'm fine." She leaned toward Aaron, however. "Are you alright?" |
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| Fugue | Feb 23 2012, 03:19 PM Post #86 |
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Aaron didn't seem to react to Charlotte initially, silently mouthing the name of the young Saint from the video. Jolting back to reality, he turned, putting a confident face on for Charlotte. However, it didn't take a psychic to tell that he was clearly not okay. "Ah, thank you, Ms. Charlotte, but I am alright." He got up out of his seat. "Rin, you should be there at the duel as our representative. I'll hold the fort." Rin raised an eyebrow skeptically. "You're certain?" Aaron, clearly nervous, waved her off. "I'm fine, Rin. Go represent us proudly. Michael needs your support more than mine." Aaron turned to Charlotte, holding his hand out to help her up. "I appreciate your concern, but I'll be alright," he repeated. "You all need to go see the forge for yourselves. I can hold our district myself if something comes up." Rin nodded, and faced Emeris. "The Soul Forge was once located in our main base of operations. Due to our mass relocation after the Gen Three's revolt, we had to move the Forge somewhere it wouldn't be found. The Forge Guardian showed us a sacred realm we could use to our heart's content. That is where we are headed; we have a portal connected to the realm beyond those doors." Rin opened the doors, revealing a long hallway. At the end was a large, swirling vortex with four silver cubes suspended in mid air, connected by what seemed to be the corners of the vortex. Ben and Leya got up and headed over, walking down the hallway. Rin held the door open for the others. "Once we're there, you'll be introduced to the squad leaders properly. I think you won't get the chance to meet Cassandra as she will be too concerned with her own safety. I assume Michael has some sort of plan for this." Rin would wait once the others had entered the hall, then close the door behind her, walking down towards the portal. The other two would head in, leaving Emeris, Elene, and Charlotte alone in the room with Rin. "Go ahead, I'll be right behind you." |
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| wolfang237 | Feb 23 2012, 04:16 PM Post #87 |
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Emeris swallowed hard before moving forward and walking through the portal. ((lol, not much, I know)) |
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| Lady | Feb 23 2012, 05:47 PM Post #88 |
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Tilting her head slightly Elene peered at the portal for a good moment while tapping her ring. Then she steps on through with an exhale. |
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| Caleigh | Feb 24 2012, 01:22 PM Post #89 |
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Charlotte follows with a frown, mind swimming after Aaron's words. |
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| Fugue | Feb 24 2012, 01:59 PM Post #90 |
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As the group walked through the portal, the scene around them changed. They now stood out in an open, hilly field, sparse trees spread out here and there. Behind them sat a portal similar to the one in the long hallway. The bright blue sky seemed to be glowing, giving the area an almost ethereal feeling. A slight breeze blew through the area, keeping the area temperate. The breeze seemed to be the only noise, other than the odd yet serene chimes that would ring here and there. But the most jarring thing about the field were the multitudes of souls floating around aimlessly. They seemed to pass through solid objects, every once in awhile bumping into one another and sending them off in different directions. Ben gestured outwards. "Welcome to the Sacred Realm of Light, center of purification and safekeeping area for all the souls we gather on ops. This is where the Forge Guardian asked to be relocated after we had to move it and its forge from our old HQ. This place has been safe from attack from all our foes and is our closest-guarded secret. The fact you guys got to see this before your changing day means you're pretty damn lucky!" He walked a few feet, then pointed to his left. "That direction is where we're headed." Following Ben's finger, the group could see a path leading down into a slight valley. In the valley was a large stone platform, and in the middle of it a large whirling vortex of energy slowly shot upward into the sky. The group could see Michael and a few others, as well as what looked to be someone in an incredibly large suit of armor that dwarfed the rest of them. "Down there is the Soul Forge, where we're headed. You'll all be introduced to the Squad Leaders and the Forge Guardian. The fight will probably take place down below the forge in the Vault." Ben and the others headed down the path towards the group. "Oh, and don't go off on your own. This place is an infinite expanse so it's pretty easy to get lost, and the only guides you'll have are these souls. Unless you have some way of talkin' with 'em you're pretty much gonna be SOL." |
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