Antique Shop - Tokyo - Japan
"Now I'm just a desk jockey for SCAE. I'd shake your hand, but I'm afraid you'll crush it. No offense."
John gave a slight nod to Leon, as if saying, "Understandable".
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04/27/2013, 02:07 AM #102
(Beautiful, Wriggle. I was intending on moving Remi up to Paris in a few posts xD)
South tip of the Centre region - France
Though she hadn't decided on it consciously, Remilia noticed that she seemed to have been travelling north a lot lately. Over the past year, she had mostly flown around in random directions, probably ending up going in circles, but this was the first time she had headed in a single direction for several days. Remilia wondered what had caused her to unknowingly choose to do this, but didn't ponder on it for long. While travelling over the past few days, Remilia had stumbled upon yet another village. It was more of a settlement than a village with only a couple dozen buildings, but regardless it had sufficed in supplying her a pink dress that was, to Remilia's delight, very similar to her original.
She currently flew at a low altitude in the evening sun. The air smelled of grass and flowers. It was a pleasant smell. She was following a small river that one could have argued to be just a large creek north. She had a full stomach, a new dress, and was overall in a good mood. Going solo wasn't so bad after all. Remilia continued flying north. She thought she saw something new approaching. Tall structures of metal and glass were visible far into the distance and the number of the black roads were increasing to the sides of her.
Remilia tightened her grip on her Gungnir. This was going to get interesting.
South tip of the Centre region - France
Though she hadn't decided on it consciously, Remilia noticed that she seemed to have been travelling north a lot lately. Over the past year, she had mostly flown around in random directions, probably ending up going in circles, but this was the first time she had headed in a single direction for several days. Remilia wondered what had caused her to unknowingly choose to do this, but didn't ponder on it for long. While travelling over the past few days, Remilia had stumbled upon yet another village. It was more of a settlement than a village with only a couple dozen buildings, but regardless it had sufficed in supplying her a pink dress that was, to Remilia's delight, very similar to her original.
She currently flew at a low altitude in the evening sun. The air smelled of grass and flowers. It was a pleasant smell. She was following a small river that one could have argued to be just a large creek north. She had a full stomach, a new dress, and was overall in a good mood. Going solo wasn't so bad after all. Remilia continued flying north. She thought she saw something new approaching. Tall structures of metal and glass were visible far into the distance and the number of the black roads were increasing to the sides of her.
Remilia tightened her grip on her Gungnir. This was going to get interesting.
04/27/2013, 02:35 AM #103
Outskirts of Paris
Unbeknownst to Remilia, the reason she was heading so much further north was not because of pure coincidence, but rather because of a planned psychological influence. After the first couple villages were attacked, it quickly became apparent that this was caused by a rampaging Character. After the murder of one of their agents, actions were taken by the French Espionage Organization to find out the true cause behind these events. By examining the surroundings and evidence left by the Character, it quickly became obvious that this Character was of the Vampire race. Knowing how vampires are near invincible when in their own surroundings, the organization decided to lure the Character into a trap. By depriving the surrounding area of the Character of livestock, except in the direction of Paris, the organization was able to psychologically influence the Character to move north.
A small force on the outskirts of Paris prepared for the arrival of the Character in secrecy. Knowing that the enemy is of the Vampire race, they were all armed with items that were said to be the weaknesses of Vampires in various folklore. They all had cartridges filled with silver ammo and a silver short-sword just in case for melee encounters. They were not afraid of the impending doom, though. All of them were eager to get this over with, as they were much more afraid of having to deal with the continued preparation for this battle: 3 meals a day with garlic in all of them.
Unbeknownst to Remilia, the reason she was heading so much further north was not because of pure coincidence, but rather because of a planned psychological influence. After the first couple villages were attacked, it quickly became apparent that this was caused by a rampaging Character. After the murder of one of their agents, actions were taken by the French Espionage Organization to find out the true cause behind these events. By examining the surroundings and evidence left by the Character, it quickly became obvious that this Character was of the Vampire race. Knowing how vampires are near invincible when in their own surroundings, the organization decided to lure the Character into a trap. By depriving the surrounding area of the Character of livestock, except in the direction of Paris, the organization was able to psychologically influence the Character to move north.
A small force on the outskirts of Paris prepared for the arrival of the Character in secrecy. Knowing that the enemy is of the Vampire race, they were all armed with items that were said to be the weaknesses of Vampires in various folklore. They all had cartridges filled with silver ammo and a silver short-sword just in case for melee encounters. They were not afraid of the impending doom, though. All of them were eager to get this over with, as they were much more afraid of having to deal with the continued preparation for this battle: 3 meals a day with garlic in all of them.
04/27/2013, 03:35 AM #104
Outskirts of Bourges - Centre region - France
Remilia grinned and showed her sharp fangs as she heard the cries of men and women as she flew across the roads at lightning speeds. She could tell that she wasn't at the center of the city yet, but there were plenty of humans to toy with here. She flapped her wings twice and decelerated to a halt. She lifted her hands towards the sky.
*** "Heaven's Punishment: Star of David!!!"
A circle of danmaku appeared around Remilia in a circle, consisting of smaller circles. The circle shot outwards at incredulous speeds as they killed, maimed, and destroyed everything it touched. Houses caught on fire, cars exploded, screams were abruptly cut off. Remilia's face glowed at the sound of the destruction. This was better than any danmaku fight she had been in while in Gensokyo. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. She didn't even need to hold back and worry about legitimately injuring another friendly youkai or the like.
Remilia flew up and darted towards the center of the city. As she approached the tallest building, a giant cathedral, she could hear the sounds of sirens crying. To Remilia's surprise, she couldn't find too many humans or activity. She slowed down as she came up to the cathedral and stood on its highest point. It was at that moment that Remilia heard a loud explosion. With her quick reaction speed, she turned towards the origin of the sound. She was greeted by a large piece of metal that she watched fly towards her, hit her, and rip through her chest. Stunned, Remilia looked down at the giant hole now in her chest and slowly toppled over from the top point of the cathedral. What had just happened? What was that? She felt pain. Pain... It was something Remilia hadn't felt in a while.
It made her angry.
Remilia shape-shifted into her bat form, releasing dozens of small bats that flew off in every direction. One of them flew through an open window of the cathedral. Remilia suddenly crouched on a large cross that dangled from the ceiling, suspended halfway up the height of the cathedral. With her regenerating power, Remilia had been able to regenerate to her normal form, unscathed.
What was that? Remilia did not remember ever seeing or hearing of the humans being able to throw large metal objects, much less at that speed and power. Remilia passed her hand over her chest where there had been a hole earlier. She strained her ears. She could hear the shouts of the humans outside of the cathedral. There were a lot of them, somewhere around a hundred men or so. But what was that? It was a low rumbling sound unlike anything she had seen or heard before. Remilia formed a bat on the tip of her hand and sent it up and out the open window. Seeing what the bat saw, Remilia saw about a hundred men in similar dress. It was a strange mix of dark green and brown colors, making it difficult to see the individual outlines of each human. However, behind these humans Remilia spied something she had not seen before. It was a large metallic box with a rod sticking out the front. How peculiar it looked. However, Remi also noticed that the low rumbling sound seemed to be originating from the box. Was it alive? Suddenly, the upper half of the box moved. It rotate towards Remilia's bat. She saw that a human popped out from the box and pointed some sort of large black rod at her. Suddenly, the bat's vision went black as Remilia heard several small explosions.
Whatever the humans were doing, Remilia didn't like it. She kept in mind to keep an eye on the metallic box that seemed to have taken out her bat. Standing up, Remilia spread her wings and flew up, through the ceiling, and high above the humans. Regardless of what the humans had now, surely they couldn't match her when she was so high up. Remilia grinned. She looked down and went down in a dive as she sped up and went into free fall. She brought her wings close to her body to give her as much speed as possible.
*** "You've chosen the wrong target, humans." Remilia cackled.
*** "Hell Sign: Mountain of a Thousand Needles!!" Remilia screamed as she dove down on the humans along with the danmaku beside her.
Aiming for the small bit of white road right in front of the cathedral's entrance, Remilia didn't bother slowing down. She tore straight through the earth, obliterating whatever was beneath her as well as destroying and upsetting the ground around her impact zone. She heard the cries of men above her as force and inertia caused her to come to a stop, a hundred feet below the earth. She quickly dusted herself off as she flew back up. She materialized her Gungnir into her hands as she flew out of the hole she had created, radiating a brilliant red aura that seemed to give the petite devil a fantastic glowing comet tail. She looked down at the destruction she had created. Men lay strewn across the ground like ragdolls with the few surviving running towards the cover of houses. Remilia laughed. She materialized spear shaped red danmaku and lunged them at the men running away, piercing every one of them through the back.
She could still hear a rumbling.
Remilia turned her head ever so slightly to face the box, who's large front rod had rotated around to face her. It seemed to be raising it to point it directly at her. Whatever it was, it didn't seem welcoming. Remilia darted towards the left as the tip of the rod bellowed out fire and another large metallic clump rushed out and tore through the air where Remilia had been a moment ago. It seemed that the humans had developed some form of artificial danmaku powerful enough to challenge her. However, it was slow and awkward compared to what Remilia could handle. She gripped her Gungnir tightly as she dove towards the tank. As she did so, the box had just finished rotating its rod towards her.
Remilia grinned wildly as she dive bombed the box, throwing her spear straight through the tip of the rod and turned, flying sharply up. She did so just in time to hear a huge explosion behind her. Turning around, she saw that the box was now on fire with it's rod split open like a banana peel discarded by the wayside. Remilia slowed down and turned around, gazing at the destruction she had just caused. There were pools of red everywhere with large debris littering the roads and collapsed houses for blocks. The explosion the box caused had burnt an area in front of the rod, seeing the smoke and charred ground below it.
Nothing moved.
Remilia flew down to investigate the destruction in finer detail. Walking up to the box first, she read along the side, AMX-56 Leclerc. Whatever this box was, it seemed to have a name. How strange of humans. The humans that lay dead all seemed to have black rods with handles on them wrapped around their bodies with a leather or plastic strap. Remilia picked one of them up. It was a strange object. Obviously metallic, the handle seemed to be located in a perfect location allowing her to put it up against her shoulder. The object reminded Remilia of one of the metal danmaku shooters that she vaguely remembered Reisen from Eientei using. Did she recall hearing Patchouli mentioning that it was a human invention? Wracking her brain for information, she suddenly remembered.
These things were called rifles. Because the humans lacked magic, they had created their own artificial danmakus to shoot one another with. If she remembered correctly, the Lunarians also seemed to use similar devices, though she couldn't remember clearly from the short time she had spent at the Moon.
These humans appeared to be much peskier than Remilia had first imagined. She would have to be more careful incase more of these boxes appeared. Even if she didn't like the humans, she did respect them for creating a device that could legitimately injure her. Looking north, she seemed to notice that the farther north she went, the more interesting things got. Her next move was clear.
Remilia ran her hand across her chest once more, feeling where the 120mm AP tank round had pierced through her heart earlier.
Remilia grinned and showed her sharp fangs as she heard the cries of men and women as she flew across the roads at lightning speeds. She could tell that she wasn't at the center of the city yet, but there were plenty of humans to toy with here. She flapped her wings twice and decelerated to a halt. She lifted her hands towards the sky.
*** "Heaven's Punishment: Star of David!!!"
A circle of danmaku appeared around Remilia in a circle, consisting of smaller circles. The circle shot outwards at incredulous speeds as they killed, maimed, and destroyed everything it touched. Houses caught on fire, cars exploded, screams were abruptly cut off. Remilia's face glowed at the sound of the destruction. This was better than any danmaku fight she had been in while in Gensokyo. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. She didn't even need to hold back and worry about legitimately injuring another friendly youkai or the like.
Remilia flew up and darted towards the center of the city. As she approached the tallest building, a giant cathedral, she could hear the sounds of sirens crying. To Remilia's surprise, she couldn't find too many humans or activity. She slowed down as she came up to the cathedral and stood on its highest point. It was at that moment that Remilia heard a loud explosion. With her quick reaction speed, she turned towards the origin of the sound. She was greeted by a large piece of metal that she watched fly towards her, hit her, and rip through her chest. Stunned, Remilia looked down at the giant hole now in her chest and slowly toppled over from the top point of the cathedral. What had just happened? What was that? She felt pain. Pain... It was something Remilia hadn't felt in a while.
It made her angry.
Remilia shape-shifted into her bat form, releasing dozens of small bats that flew off in every direction. One of them flew through an open window of the cathedral. Remilia suddenly crouched on a large cross that dangled from the ceiling, suspended halfway up the height of the cathedral. With her regenerating power, Remilia had been able to regenerate to her normal form, unscathed.
What was that? Remilia did not remember ever seeing or hearing of the humans being able to throw large metal objects, much less at that speed and power. Remilia passed her hand over her chest where there had been a hole earlier. She strained her ears. She could hear the shouts of the humans outside of the cathedral. There were a lot of them, somewhere around a hundred men or so. But what was that? It was a low rumbling sound unlike anything she had seen or heard before. Remilia formed a bat on the tip of her hand and sent it up and out the open window. Seeing what the bat saw, Remilia saw about a hundred men in similar dress. It was a strange mix of dark green and brown colors, making it difficult to see the individual outlines of each human. However, behind these humans Remilia spied something she had not seen before. It was a large metallic box with a rod sticking out the front. How peculiar it looked. However, Remi also noticed that the low rumbling sound seemed to be originating from the box. Was it alive? Suddenly, the upper half of the box moved. It rotate towards Remilia's bat. She saw that a human popped out from the box and pointed some sort of large black rod at her. Suddenly, the bat's vision went black as Remilia heard several small explosions.
Whatever the humans were doing, Remilia didn't like it. She kept in mind to keep an eye on the metallic box that seemed to have taken out her bat. Standing up, Remilia spread her wings and flew up, through the ceiling, and high above the humans. Regardless of what the humans had now, surely they couldn't match her when she was so high up. Remilia grinned. She looked down and went down in a dive as she sped up and went into free fall. She brought her wings close to her body to give her as much speed as possible.
*** "You've chosen the wrong target, humans." Remilia cackled.
*** "Hell Sign: Mountain of a Thousand Needles!!" Remilia screamed as she dove down on the humans along with the danmaku beside her.
Aiming for the small bit of white road right in front of the cathedral's entrance, Remilia didn't bother slowing down. She tore straight through the earth, obliterating whatever was beneath her as well as destroying and upsetting the ground around her impact zone. She heard the cries of men above her as force and inertia caused her to come to a stop, a hundred feet below the earth. She quickly dusted herself off as she flew back up. She materialized her Gungnir into her hands as she flew out of the hole she had created, radiating a brilliant red aura that seemed to give the petite devil a fantastic glowing comet tail. She looked down at the destruction she had created. Men lay strewn across the ground like ragdolls with the few surviving running towards the cover of houses. Remilia laughed. She materialized spear shaped red danmaku and lunged them at the men running away, piercing every one of them through the back.
She could still hear a rumbling.
Remilia turned her head ever so slightly to face the box, who's large front rod had rotated around to face her. It seemed to be raising it to point it directly at her. Whatever it was, it didn't seem welcoming. Remilia darted towards the left as the tip of the rod bellowed out fire and another large metallic clump rushed out and tore through the air where Remilia had been a moment ago. It seemed that the humans had developed some form of artificial danmaku powerful enough to challenge her. However, it was slow and awkward compared to what Remilia could handle. She gripped her Gungnir tightly as she dove towards the tank. As she did so, the box had just finished rotating its rod towards her.
Remilia grinned wildly as she dive bombed the box, throwing her spear straight through the tip of the rod and turned, flying sharply up. She did so just in time to hear a huge explosion behind her. Turning around, she saw that the box was now on fire with it's rod split open like a banana peel discarded by the wayside. Remilia slowed down and turned around, gazing at the destruction she had just caused. There were pools of red everywhere with large debris littering the roads and collapsed houses for blocks. The explosion the box caused had burnt an area in front of the rod, seeing the smoke and charred ground below it.
Nothing moved.
Remilia flew down to investigate the destruction in finer detail. Walking up to the box first, she read along the side, AMX-56 Leclerc. Whatever this box was, it seemed to have a name. How strange of humans. The humans that lay dead all seemed to have black rods with handles on them wrapped around their bodies with a leather or plastic strap. Remilia picked one of them up. It was a strange object. Obviously metallic, the handle seemed to be located in a perfect location allowing her to put it up against her shoulder. The object reminded Remilia of one of the metal danmaku shooters that she vaguely remembered Reisen from Eientei using. Did she recall hearing Patchouli mentioning that it was a human invention? Wracking her brain for information, she suddenly remembered.
These things were called rifles. Because the humans lacked magic, they had created their own artificial danmakus to shoot one another with. If she remembered correctly, the Lunarians also seemed to use similar devices, though she couldn't remember clearly from the short time she had spent at the Moon.
These humans appeared to be much peskier than Remilia had first imagined. She would have to be more careful incase more of these boxes appeared. Even if she didn't like the humans, she did respect them for creating a device that could legitimately injure her. Looking north, she seemed to notice that the farther north she went, the more interesting things got. Her next move was clear.
Remilia ran her hand across her chest once more, feeling where the 120mm AP tank round had pierced through her heart earlier.
04/27/2013, 03:45 AM #105
Mima's Antique Shop-Japan
Mima herself glanced over at the other people in the shop, and this many people was quite surprising. There was the abnormally tall man in the suit of green armor, the odd bipedal fox, which Mima possibly thought was a youkai of sorts. Then Mima's eyes widened as she saw the green haired,plaid wearing youkai known as Yuuka Kazami.
"Yuuka, is that you?" Mima asked.
The Inventory-Somewhere in New York
Marisa sat down at the large poker table, people still getting there. Marisa leaned back in her chair, putting her feet up on the table. In another seat was an odd fellow, who was quite short, with a blue mustache and a large cowboy hat. His red eyes seemingly glowed as he messed with an odd raygun-like weapon.
"Hello there, pretty lady. Why is someone like you at a place like this?" the cowboy asked.
"Same as you, ze." Marisa replied.
The cowboy chuckled. "In it for the money, eh? Never as good as I had doing mercenary work."
"Figures. Mercenary work has had a boom, ze?" Marisa asked.
"Hell yeah. Just playing for kicks though. Name's Lonestar." he replied.
"Marisa Kirisame." The two then shook hands.
The host, who had earlier introduced himself as Sir Reginald Van Winslow came up to the table.
"I do hope you apologize for the other player's lateness, we've been having quite a few people getting lost down here." Winslow explained.
"It's fine, old man." Lonestar replied. "I'm going to get a drink."
Mima herself glanced over at the other people in the shop, and this many people was quite surprising. There was the abnormally tall man in the suit of green armor, the odd bipedal fox, which Mima possibly thought was a youkai of sorts. Then Mima's eyes widened as she saw the green haired,plaid wearing youkai known as Yuuka Kazami.
"Yuuka, is that you?" Mima asked.
The Inventory-Somewhere in New York
Marisa sat down at the large poker table, people still getting there. Marisa leaned back in her chair, putting her feet up on the table. In another seat was an odd fellow, who was quite short, with a blue mustache and a large cowboy hat. His red eyes seemingly glowed as he messed with an odd raygun-like weapon.
"Hello there, pretty lady. Why is someone like you at a place like this?" the cowboy asked.
"Same as you, ze." Marisa replied.
The cowboy chuckled. "In it for the money, eh? Never as good as I had doing mercenary work."
"Figures. Mercenary work has had a boom, ze?" Marisa asked.
"Hell yeah. Just playing for kicks though. Name's Lonestar." he replied.
"Marisa Kirisame." The two then shook hands.
The host, who had earlier introduced himself as Sir Reginald Van Winslow came up to the table.
"I do hope you apologize for the other player's lateness, we've been having quite a few people getting lost down here." Winslow explained.
"It's fine, old man." Lonestar replied. "I'm going to get a drink."
Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.
You just discard their guts and keep on driving.
04/27/2013, 04:11 AM #106
Dad had all of three minutes to raid SCAE headquarters and steal coffee blenders, assorted documents, and equipment that the authority owned before SWAT teams arrived on seen and quickly followed the swathe of Dad-shaped holes in walls and other sure signs of destruction to near the top of the tower, to find Dad throwing radio aerials and printers at their helicopter. The human element team opened fire, peppering Dad with hundreds of rounds from their MP-5s, while the Character employees moved to apprehend the criminal with more creative ways. Arcane spells were uttered, arming switches thumbed off on micro-missile launch pods, and demons summoned from the underworld.
Dad sidestepped, slid and spun through the maelstrom of weaponry utilizing moves that would not have looked out of place in a five-star performance of The Nutcracker- he pirouetted gracefully past a storm of missiles-which, coming from a Zentradi operating a VF-25 FAST Pack, naturally hit the SWAT teams' helicopter and obliterated it, then subtly and elegantly tore his way through a series of Ice Spears feverishly aimed by a high-level Evie with a sobrésault worthy of Anna Pavlova, before finally knocking out two greater daemons with a tasteful fouetté rond de jambe en tournant and hitting a Charizard with a flying spinning rotation kick that would have made Bruce Lee wince.
Dad did not stop to land on the ground, but instead tackled the Charizard's trainer and sent the two of them over the edge with a squeal of terror from the 12 year old Pokemon Master-wannabe, leaving the remaining members of the SWAT team to blink and wonder what the hell had just happened. The trainer hit the glass walls of the SCAE building face down, Dad riding him like a surfboard on a wave of fear-piss while stealing his backpack, and slid down the skyscraper for a full twelve seconds, Dad hurling Berry Juice and Pokeballs at policemen and army tanks far below, before finally jumping off the trainer with a triple backflip and landing squarely on his still-tethered Velociraptor, the subject of intense debate by the local zookeeper and policemen over how to safely get the creature to the UN without it biting somebody.
Dad dropped the Poke-trainer's bag, but still held one item in his hand. With one swing, he simultaneously karate-chopped his old tie in half, freeing the dinosaur, and stuffed the Rare Candy into its mouth. Instantly, the XP gained from the Velociraptor's previous engagements in the sewer jumped past the Oak-Brauen Threshold and it grew to six times its height, evolving into a Giga-Tyrannosaurus Shiny Version and immediately began to rampage down the street, towards the outer fringes of Tokyo and towards a certain antique store.
Last edited by MyHatismyFriend; 04/27/2013, 04:24 AM. Dad sidestepped, slid and spun through the maelstrom of weaponry utilizing moves that would not have looked out of place in a five-star performance of The Nutcracker- he pirouetted gracefully past a storm of missiles-which, coming from a Zentradi operating a VF-25 FAST Pack, naturally hit the SWAT teams' helicopter and obliterated it, then subtly and elegantly tore his way through a series of Ice Spears feverishly aimed by a high-level Evie with a sobrésault worthy of Anna Pavlova, before finally knocking out two greater daemons with a tasteful fouetté rond de jambe en tournant and hitting a Charizard with a flying spinning rotation kick that would have made Bruce Lee wince.
Dad did not stop to land on the ground, but instead tackled the Charizard's trainer and sent the two of them over the edge with a squeal of terror from the 12 year old Pokemon Master-wannabe, leaving the remaining members of the SWAT team to blink and wonder what the hell had just happened. The trainer hit the glass walls of the SCAE building face down, Dad riding him like a surfboard on a wave of fear-piss while stealing his backpack, and slid down the skyscraper for a full twelve seconds, Dad hurling Berry Juice and Pokeballs at policemen and army tanks far below, before finally jumping off the trainer with a triple backflip and landing squarely on his still-tethered Velociraptor, the subject of intense debate by the local zookeeper and policemen over how to safely get the creature to the UN without it biting somebody.
Dad dropped the Poke-trainer's bag, but still held one item in his hand. With one swing, he simultaneously karate-chopped his old tie in half, freeing the dinosaur, and stuffed the Rare Candy into its mouth. Instantly, the XP gained from the Velociraptor's previous engagements in the sewer jumped past the Oak-Brauen Threshold and it grew to six times its height, evolving into a Giga-Tyrannosaurus Shiny Version and immediately began to rampage down the street, towards the outer fringes of Tokyo and towards a certain antique store.
04/27/2013, 04:17 AM #107
Antique shop, tokyo Japan
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The fox was examining the human called Leon, he was also a veteran in arms and investigation, but what took interst of him was that the human was a worker from the SCAE.
"Excuse me, but you said you worked with the SCAE? Renamon asked calmly hoping he could answer her questions. "Im searching for some humans that desire to erradicate virtual beings, I hope that you have knowledge about them".
As she asked that question, the vixen sat at a nearby chair feeling strange, again the pressence of madness around her appeared. ("Dammit.. its getting worse..") griping the digivice strongly , she closed her eyes and breathed slowly to calm her slowly growing stress.
Some vivid images of the massacre appeared on her mind in the blink of an eye, the fox steeled her mind trying to calm down. ("There is definetely something strange on this place") Renamon thought searching for that unnatural feeling
(Im extremely sorry for being inactive ._.)
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The fox was examining the human called Leon, he was also a veteran in arms and investigation, but what took interst of him was that the human was a worker from the SCAE.
"Excuse me, but you said you worked with the SCAE? Renamon asked calmly hoping he could answer her questions. "Im searching for some humans that desire to erradicate virtual beings, I hope that you have knowledge about them".
As she asked that question, the vixen sat at a nearby chair feeling strange, again the pressence of madness around her appeared. ("Dammit.. its getting worse..") griping the digivice strongly , she closed her eyes and breathed slowly to calm her slowly growing stress.
Some vivid images of the massacre appeared on her mind in the blink of an eye, the fox steeled her mind trying to calm down. ("There is definetely something strange on this place") Renamon thought searching for that unnatural feeling
(Im extremely sorry for being inactive ._.)
Have you ever crossed the line between sanity and madness? You would be amazed by what lies beyond the fog..
Spoiler
04/27/2013, 06:02 AM #108
Back of Recette's Armory - Manhattan - United States
Snake had been pouring over the documents for days now. He sat hunched over a small cardboard box that had been flipped upside to make a makeshift table. He had a single fluorescent lightbulb hanging in the room. The only other source of light was the holographic display he worked on, a device he was borrowing from Recette while researching. Snake knew that he was onto something. He just wasn't sure exactly what. He had learned through logs and recordings, some of which definitely had not been from the armory and were most likely acquired in shady manners, that there were three individuals who seemed to run most operations, or at least direct them. Their base of operations was in the Bronx, across the small stretch of the East River. They seemed to have several "districts" of operation that were about a dozen in number located around the five boroughs of New York. The closest one seemed to be somewhere around W 23rd St. and 8th Ave. Though Snake had checked through the information a dozen times to make sure he was interpretting it correctly, it came across as strange. 23rd and 8th was essentially Pennsylvania Station, one of the two major train and public transport stations in Manhattan. Why would the district of a terrorist syndicate be working so close to so many people?
Snake shook his head. It was his best lead right now and he hadn't found out much else in terms of locations. The one thing that irked him is that from the logs, it seemed like the organization had been racking more and more names to assassinate, something that seemed strange considering they were trying to recruit Characters into their ranks. Why would they try to eliminate so many of those they tried to recruit? Snake stood up with a loud bang. Snake crumpled over.
The one thing Recette didn't mention was that she quite literally meant that the rooms might be a tight squeeze for a man of Snake's stature. He couldn't stand in the room without his head hitting the ceiling.
*** "I swear to god I am going to punch a fucking hole in this ceiling..." Snake cursed as he rubbed his head.
Snake left the room and straightened up in the hallway, which was sized proportionally to satisfy Snake's vertical talent. Walking out the door that led to the counter Recette sat at, Snake greeted her.
*** "Mornin', Recette." Snake yawned. Having been researching over the past few days, he hadn't gotten much sleep.
*** "Good morning, Snake!" Recette beamed. "Anything interesting?"
*** "Well actually, yes. I believe I've found, though hard to believe, that the closest district to us is actually at or near Penn. Station." Snake informed. "It seems that their front cover operates as a 'food stand'. That's about all the information I could get. I figured it's enough of a lead to go on."
Snake finished his explanation and waiting on hearing what Recette thought.
Just south of Montargis - France
Dawn approached. Remilia was excited. The air was ripe with the stench of death. Remilia flew low, coasting over the trees and plains at incredulous speeds. The sun was rising to her right in a large simmering glow. After having devastated the previous town, Remilia had taken a quick nap. After having done so, she had proceeded to fly northwards, aiming to find more heavily inhabited locations. She was sure that had she paid more attention to the surroundings, she would have noticed more of the scenic beauty of the French countryside, but Remilia was too preoccupied for that. Her head was filled with excitment and anticipation for what she could do to larger town and cities.
It was strange. Having lived in Gensokyo for over four hundred years, Remilia had lost, or at least learned to hide, her desire for destruction and death. Prior to being teleported into Gensokyo, she had been known as the Scarlet Devil, a name locals had given her for she would appear red with the blood of her victims staining her dress. Yet strangely enough, in less than a year since having been teleported back into the Outer World, Remilia had lost all of that restraint she had gained over her time in Gensokyo and had let her inner demon come forth. After all, she was a vampiric devil. Death and destruction were as normal to her as sleep and food. Yet, underneath all of that...
Before she could finish her thoughts, Remilia noticed a glint to her right. She noticed several specks far off that would occasionally glint of the sun. She ignored them. They were too far away to warrant her attention. She looked back towards the now quickly approaching sights of the outskirts of another town, this one visibly larger. The farms and fields were expansive and large. This kind of produce could probably feed a small city or large town. Suddenly, she noticed something to her right again. However, unlike before, as Remilia turned her head, she suddenly saw several mettalic objects wizzing towards her. Frantically rolling out of the way, Remilia barely dodged the path of three cylindrical objects that seemed to be propelling forward by spitting fire out the back ends. Remilia watched incredulously as the objects turned in the air and re-aimed themselves to come at a nother pass at Remilia. Realizing that these things must be another one of the human's inventioned, Remilia quickly fired a spray of danmaku at the objects. Yet again she was astonished as the impact of her danmaku on the objects caused an enormous explosion, sending Remilia tumbling through the air, fighting to regain control. Flame and debris showered from where the three objects had been a moment earlier. She quickly turned her head back towards where the glint had been earlier. She noticed that those specks that she had seen earlier were now much larger.
They seemed to be metallic triangles that flew towards her at speeds even she had to respect. Quickly flying upwards to avoid their path, Remilia fired off several danmakus at the flying triangles. The triangles impressed Remilia as they seemed to graze the danmaku as they did fantastic twists and turns midair, dodging the danmaku.
This was getting interesting.
Remilia's grin widened as the cross her hands in front of her and shouted,
*** "About time I had some real fun!"
The flying triangles had by now already turned around and were heading towards her again. THey started to fire those tiny human danmakus rapidly from the noses of the triangles. Remilia dodged them with ease as they again flew past her. Aiming at one specific triangle, Remilia materialized her Gungnir and launched it at it. The spear hit true as it pierced through the front of the triangle, sending it tumbling towards the ground in flames. Remilia gleamed with joy. However, that joy didn't last long. She heard a strange sound behind her and noticed the remaining triangles dropping several of those cylindrical danmakus at her. Remilia swiped them out with her danmaku again, almost catching one of the triangles in their explosion. This was getting fun.
Remilia set her eyes on the closest triangle and thrust her wings, sending her zipping forward at speeds the even the triangles couldn't seem to achieve. She caught up to the triangle within seconds and latcherself on with a loud crunch. The metallic triangles, upon closer look, seemed to actuall consist of several triangles. The main "body" seemd to actually bea cylinder with two triangles coming off either side and two much smaller triangles coming off perpendicularly at the tail end. Humans made such peculiar objects.
Remilia crawled up to the front of the triangle where instead of metal, it was covered in a clear material. Inside it, Remilia saw a terrified human controlling the triangular object. She saw him jab at something before she was flung backwards and the clear covering of the triangle flew off, the human launching out with it. Did humans also learn to fly now? However, as the human that launched out fell earthward, Remilia saw a great white cloud appear above him. Was this some sort of shield? Remilia had no idea what the humans had developed in the time that had been in Gensokyo. Not caring at this point, Remilia flew down, chasing after the white cloud that seemed to move extremely slowly. The human seemed to be stuck facing only one direction and was frantically looking around him. Remilia stopped behind the human and grabbed his head.
*** "Mind telling me what those strange triangles and this white cloud is?" Remilia inquired in a sweet tone of a young girl, all the while tightening her grip on the human's feeble head. She could easily have turned it into mush should she have so desired.
*** "F-Fuck, what are you talking about?!" The man exclaimed, obviously terrified.
*** "Answer my question, please." Remilia asked, tightening her grip on the man's head. The man started screaming in pain.
*** "It's a fucking jet, for fuck's sake! Can't you goddamn see that? The damn thing above me is a parachute! Did you literally just come out of hell yesterday?!" The man sobbed as he answered the questions.
A jet? Parachute? They were new words to Remilia. She looked at the man who was now crying, saying something about not wanting to die and wanting to meet his mother. Remilia felt disgusted. She let go of his head and kicked him downwards. The man was ripped from the harness of the white cloud he called a parachute and plummeted towards the Earth. Turning around, Remilia could see the other two triangles, jets, retreating and flying away.
Though Remilia had not even yet reached the town that law ahead, she was starting to feel tired. When did the humans develop so many methods of imitating the youkai? Surely danmaku was supposed to be the one thing positively separating human and youkai in terms of strength. Yet, now the humans were able to fire smaller, faster danmaku by hand, launch larger, more powerful metallic danmaku from moving boxes, and now they had acquired a means of travelling by air in respectably fast objects called jets. On top of that, the danmaku these jets fired seemed capable of following Remilia, almost as if seeking her.
Remilia lowered herself from the air and down into a sparse forest that she had been flying over. The sun was almost in full view now as she heard the birds crying from within the trees.
*** "Maybe I'll get a full rest before moving on..." Remilia sighed as she looked for a suitable tree to use as a makeshift bed.
Snake had been pouring over the documents for days now. He sat hunched over a small cardboard box that had been flipped upside to make a makeshift table. He had a single fluorescent lightbulb hanging in the room. The only other source of light was the holographic display he worked on, a device he was borrowing from Recette while researching. Snake knew that he was onto something. He just wasn't sure exactly what. He had learned through logs and recordings, some of which definitely had not been from the armory and were most likely acquired in shady manners, that there were three individuals who seemed to run most operations, or at least direct them. Their base of operations was in the Bronx, across the small stretch of the East River. They seemed to have several "districts" of operation that were about a dozen in number located around the five boroughs of New York. The closest one seemed to be somewhere around W 23rd St. and 8th Ave. Though Snake had checked through the information a dozen times to make sure he was interpretting it correctly, it came across as strange. 23rd and 8th was essentially Pennsylvania Station, one of the two major train and public transport stations in Manhattan. Why would the district of a terrorist syndicate be working so close to so many people?
Snake shook his head. It was his best lead right now and he hadn't found out much else in terms of locations. The one thing that irked him is that from the logs, it seemed like the organization had been racking more and more names to assassinate, something that seemed strange considering they were trying to recruit Characters into their ranks. Why would they try to eliminate so many of those they tried to recruit? Snake stood up with a loud bang. Snake crumpled over.
The one thing Recette didn't mention was that she quite literally meant that the rooms might be a tight squeeze for a man of Snake's stature. He couldn't stand in the room without his head hitting the ceiling.
*** "I swear to god I am going to punch a fucking hole in this ceiling..." Snake cursed as he rubbed his head.
Snake left the room and straightened up in the hallway, which was sized proportionally to satisfy Snake's vertical talent. Walking out the door that led to the counter Recette sat at, Snake greeted her.
*** "Mornin', Recette." Snake yawned. Having been researching over the past few days, he hadn't gotten much sleep.
*** "Good morning, Snake!" Recette beamed. "Anything interesting?"
*** "Well actually, yes. I believe I've found, though hard to believe, that the closest district to us is actually at or near Penn. Station." Snake informed. "It seems that their front cover operates as a 'food stand'. That's about all the information I could get. I figured it's enough of a lead to go on."
Snake finished his explanation and waiting on hearing what Recette thought.
Just south of Montargis - France
Dawn approached. Remilia was excited. The air was ripe with the stench of death. Remilia flew low, coasting over the trees and plains at incredulous speeds. The sun was rising to her right in a large simmering glow. After having devastated the previous town, Remilia had taken a quick nap. After having done so, she had proceeded to fly northwards, aiming to find more heavily inhabited locations. She was sure that had she paid more attention to the surroundings, she would have noticed more of the scenic beauty of the French countryside, but Remilia was too preoccupied for that. Her head was filled with excitment and anticipation for what she could do to larger town and cities.
It was strange. Having lived in Gensokyo for over four hundred years, Remilia had lost, or at least learned to hide, her desire for destruction and death. Prior to being teleported into Gensokyo, she had been known as the Scarlet Devil, a name locals had given her for she would appear red with the blood of her victims staining her dress. Yet strangely enough, in less than a year since having been teleported back into the Outer World, Remilia had lost all of that restraint she had gained over her time in Gensokyo and had let her inner demon come forth. After all, she was a vampiric devil. Death and destruction were as normal to her as sleep and food. Yet, underneath all of that...
Before she could finish her thoughts, Remilia noticed a glint to her right. She noticed several specks far off that would occasionally glint of the sun. She ignored them. They were too far away to warrant her attention. She looked back towards the now quickly approaching sights of the outskirts of another town, this one visibly larger. The farms and fields were expansive and large. This kind of produce could probably feed a small city or large town. Suddenly, she noticed something to her right again. However, unlike before, as Remilia turned her head, she suddenly saw several mettalic objects wizzing towards her. Frantically rolling out of the way, Remilia barely dodged the path of three cylindrical objects that seemed to be propelling forward by spitting fire out the back ends. Remilia watched incredulously as the objects turned in the air and re-aimed themselves to come at a nother pass at Remilia. Realizing that these things must be another one of the human's inventioned, Remilia quickly fired a spray of danmaku at the objects. Yet again she was astonished as the impact of her danmaku on the objects caused an enormous explosion, sending Remilia tumbling through the air, fighting to regain control. Flame and debris showered from where the three objects had been a moment earlier. She quickly turned her head back towards where the glint had been earlier. She noticed that those specks that she had seen earlier were now much larger.
They seemed to be metallic triangles that flew towards her at speeds even she had to respect. Quickly flying upwards to avoid their path, Remilia fired off several danmakus at the flying triangles. The triangles impressed Remilia as they seemed to graze the danmaku as they did fantastic twists and turns midair, dodging the danmaku.
This was getting interesting.
Remilia's grin widened as the cross her hands in front of her and shouted,
*** "About time I had some real fun!"
The flying triangles had by now already turned around and were heading towards her again. THey started to fire those tiny human danmakus rapidly from the noses of the triangles. Remilia dodged them with ease as they again flew past her. Aiming at one specific triangle, Remilia materialized her Gungnir and launched it at it. The spear hit true as it pierced through the front of the triangle, sending it tumbling towards the ground in flames. Remilia gleamed with joy. However, that joy didn't last long. She heard a strange sound behind her and noticed the remaining triangles dropping several of those cylindrical danmakus at her. Remilia swiped them out with her danmaku again, almost catching one of the triangles in their explosion. This was getting fun.
Remilia set her eyes on the closest triangle and thrust her wings, sending her zipping forward at speeds the even the triangles couldn't seem to achieve. She caught up to the triangle within seconds and latcherself on with a loud crunch. The metallic triangles, upon closer look, seemed to actuall consist of several triangles. The main "body" seemd to actually bea cylinder with two triangles coming off either side and two much smaller triangles coming off perpendicularly at the tail end. Humans made such peculiar objects.
Remilia crawled up to the front of the triangle where instead of metal, it was covered in a clear material. Inside it, Remilia saw a terrified human controlling the triangular object. She saw him jab at something before she was flung backwards and the clear covering of the triangle flew off, the human launching out with it. Did humans also learn to fly now? However, as the human that launched out fell earthward, Remilia saw a great white cloud appear above him. Was this some sort of shield? Remilia had no idea what the humans had developed in the time that had been in Gensokyo. Not caring at this point, Remilia flew down, chasing after the white cloud that seemed to move extremely slowly. The human seemed to be stuck facing only one direction and was frantically looking around him. Remilia stopped behind the human and grabbed his head.
*** "Mind telling me what those strange triangles and this white cloud is?" Remilia inquired in a sweet tone of a young girl, all the while tightening her grip on the human's feeble head. She could easily have turned it into mush should she have so desired.
*** "F-Fuck, what are you talking about?!" The man exclaimed, obviously terrified.
*** "Answer my question, please." Remilia asked, tightening her grip on the man's head. The man started screaming in pain.
*** "It's a fucking jet, for fuck's sake! Can't you goddamn see that? The damn thing above me is a parachute! Did you literally just come out of hell yesterday?!" The man sobbed as he answered the questions.
A jet? Parachute? They were new words to Remilia. She looked at the man who was now crying, saying something about not wanting to die and wanting to meet his mother. Remilia felt disgusted. She let go of his head and kicked him downwards. The man was ripped from the harness of the white cloud he called a parachute and plummeted towards the Earth. Turning around, Remilia could see the other two triangles, jets, retreating and flying away.
Though Remilia had not even yet reached the town that law ahead, she was starting to feel tired. When did the humans develop so many methods of imitating the youkai? Surely danmaku was supposed to be the one thing positively separating human and youkai in terms of strength. Yet, now the humans were able to fire smaller, faster danmaku by hand, launch larger, more powerful metallic danmaku from moving boxes, and now they had acquired a means of travelling by air in respectably fast objects called jets. On top of that, the danmaku these jets fired seemed capable of following Remilia, almost as if seeking her.
Remilia lowered herself from the air and down into a sparse forest that she had been flying over. The sun was almost in full view now as she heard the birds crying from within the trees.
*** "Maybe I'll get a full rest before moving on..." Remilia sighed as she looked for a suitable tree to use as a makeshift bed.
04/27/2013, 03:52 PM #109
SCAE Headquarter - Tokyo - Japan
Just as Aqua opened the door she heard a loud sound coming from behind. As she turned around she saw a huge monster coming down the street toward her slowly.
"O my good, there's a giant reptile coming down the street" she screamed.
She pressed the pauldron on her left shoulder and and transformed her Keyblade into a Keyblade Glider and flew towards the giant reptile.
("I can't do much on my own, but maybe if i can stop it for some time others can come to help")
She flew closer and closer to the reptile. When she was close enough she readied her spell. ("No time to be conservative here").
"STOPZA!!!" She yelled. As she did a small sphere flew from her hand and hit the giant reptile. As the sphere hit the reptile it expanded to just enough to enclose the reptile. Then time stopped for just in that space.
"Anyone help!!! It wont last for long" she yelled as she began thinking of what more she could do.
Just as Aqua opened the door she heard a loud sound coming from behind. As she turned around she saw a huge monster coming down the street toward her slowly.
"O my good, there's a giant reptile coming down the street" she screamed.
She pressed the pauldron on her left shoulder and and transformed her Keyblade into a Keyblade Glider and flew towards the giant reptile.
("I can't do much on my own, but maybe if i can stop it for some time others can come to help")
She flew closer and closer to the reptile. When she was close enough she readied her spell. ("No time to be conservative here").
"STOPZA!!!" She yelled. As she did a small sphere flew from her hand and hit the giant reptile. As the sphere hit the reptile it expanded to just enough to enclose the reptile. Then time stopped for just in that space.
"Anyone help!!! It wont last for long" she yelled as she began thinking of what more she could do.
| Born in the light.
Molded in the dark. Never Forget, Keep Fighting. |
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Don't Forget.
Always, somewhere,
someone is fighting for you.
As long as you remember her,
you are not alone.
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04/27/2013, 04:22 PM #110
Antique shop, tokyo Japan
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Finally, the fox snapped from her mind battle and noticed that everyone was silent for some reason, but also besides the SCAE worker was a green-haired girl with a blue dress. the first thought that came to Renamon´s mind was ("What a coincidence that green is really outstanding with these people") but then the important thing was now visible.
The shop clerk looked almost too pale to even be alive, the crescent staff she had glowed dimly with power and had a chain connected to it. ("She probably focuses her energy on that staff") the vixen thought. An odd thing that she also noticed were her feet, they looked fragile as glass, but managed to maintain the girl on earth and finally there was something on her eyes, like if there was something lost in them..
The only assumption that fitted the paleness and fragileness was one ("A spirit"). There have been many kinds of beings that Renamon have met on her journeys and for some reason she was ok with meeting new ones showing that everyone has a story to tell, finally the fox looked at the digivice for a sec and waited for the others´resonses.
(A quick post before I go to school and going to be back in 2 hours >_<)
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Finally, the fox snapped from her mind battle and noticed that everyone was silent for some reason, but also besides the SCAE worker was a green-haired girl with a blue dress. the first thought that came to Renamon´s mind was ("What a coincidence that green is really outstanding with these people") but then the important thing was now visible.
The shop clerk looked almost too pale to even be alive, the crescent staff she had glowed dimly with power and had a chain connected to it. ("She probably focuses her energy on that staff") the vixen thought. An odd thing that she also noticed were her feet, they looked fragile as glass, but managed to maintain the girl on earth and finally there was something on her eyes, like if there was something lost in them..
The only assumption that fitted the paleness and fragileness was one ("A spirit"). There have been many kinds of beings that Renamon have met on her journeys and for some reason she was ok with meeting new ones showing that everyone has a story to tell, finally the fox looked at the digivice for a sec and waited for the others´resonses.
(A quick post before I go to school and going to be back in 2 hours >_<)
Have you ever crossed the line between sanity and madness? You would be amazed by what lies beyond the fog..
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