To Kill a God, Chapter 1: Chimera Tower (IC)

[Kuwabarka]

A lot had happened in a short window of time, maybe too much. Desmond was still processing what had happened. It wasn't unexpected that Raven was utterly defeated, but he still tried to avert his eyes from the snapping of her bones. What was unexpected however, was that Memoir character. He was totally unpredictable. Desmond continued his thought process while doing the sit ups.

Memoir didn't lose his mind, it was stolen from him, at least that's what he said. Desmond couldn't guess who they were. Memoir was also paranoid, at least that's what he concluded after watching him strangle one of the trainees. I hope I don't get caught up in Memoir's insanity.

While being too occupied on Memoir and pondering what had happened to him, he wasn't paying too much attention the the burn the sit ups caused, and completed them without too much effort and strain.

[The Templar High Council]

"Conrad. Nice to see you." Anthony nodded to his other comrade, dealing with his tempermental familiar (emphasis on the MENTAL). He knew how the two could be, yet they could usually pull it together for a fight. After watching the spectacle for a few more seconds, he turned to the children who seemed to be doing nothing, and decided to motivate them. "What are you little shits sitting around for!? I've you've got time to stare, you've got time to train! Sit-ups! Now! 1 minute! GO!" Tony let loose a loud whistle, and forced the kids to get to work.

Conrad grinned, "Sergeant Corbin, always a pleasure to see you again. Hopefully this time it won't make it the time I have to kill you. How's the wound healing? I had to make it look realistic." Conrad's grin shrank. "Memoir. You aren't dead you sack of shit. Get up." He turned to the kids, "Pleasure to meet you, lads and lassies. I'm Major Conrad Stern, I'm from the Black Cemetary PMC. Head sniper. I'm under payroll of Captain Karlson. Despite the difference in rank, I am his subordinate. He's currently retaining my services as assassin and gunsmith for top dollar. Speaking of which, I didn't know you were retaining Sergeant Corbin. I appreciate that, Captain. I'll take $15,000 off the total. Anyways, as Captain Karlson said, I'm in charge of keeping track of the armoury and sniper drills if any of you seem to have aptitude for it. I respond to Major, Major Stern, or if I like you, you can call me Conrad."
Memoir was back up, his head was reforming slowly. "What was I doing? Perhaps I was," as one of his eyes reformed, it brightened up, "Massssterrrrr! I told you... Tungsten rounds make the regeneration take way too much longer regenerate!"
Conrad spat on the floor and growled with irritation.

"It hurt, but I bet your dead buddies back in Azerbaijan and Georgia hurt worse." Anthony rubbed his left shoulder, where Conrad's bullet entered his upper arm and exited out his upper back. Miraculously, he suffered nothing in his shooting, though he was pulled for a few weeks to heal. Enough time for the Russians to come to their senses and surrender to NATO. He had more fun serving with Conrad than against him, but that's war.

Turning his attention back to the kids, he noticed that they finished, and that none had done less than required. Good. He didn't exactly want to execute one of them, like Karlson had done, but he would have motivated them otherwise if they hadn't.

Being the generous soul that he was, he yelled "Take a breath. 5 minutes to compose yourselves. I don't want any accidents on the shooting range. Hurts a bit more than broken skin or a pulled muscle." Anthony turned back to Conrad with a smirk on his face. "If you aren't too busy, wanna watch the kids shoot? Could be enough for some laughs?"

[Hetland 2]

"It hurt, but I bet your dead buddies back in Azerbaijan and Georgia hurt worse." Anthony rubbed his left shoulder, where Conrad's bullet entered his upper arm and exited out his upper back. Miraculously, he suffered nothing in his shooting, though he was pulled for a few weeks to heal. Enough time for the Russians to come to their senses and surrender to NATO. He had more fun serving with Conrad than against him, but that's war.

Turning his attention back to the kids, he noticed that they finished, and that none had done less than required. Good. He didn't exactly want to execute one of them, like Karlson had done, but he would have motivated them otherwise if they hadn't.

Being the generous soul that he was, he yelled "Take a breath. 5 minutes to compose yourselves. I don't want any accidents on the shooting range. Hurts a bit more than broken skin or a pulled muscle." Anthony turned back to Conrad with a smirk on his face. "If you aren't too busy, wanna watch the kids shoot? Could be enough for some laughs?"

At the mention of Azerbaijjan, Conrad shrugged apathetically. "Black Cemetary was only hired for my deployment. The only thing I regret his the hit my paycheck took for missing a kill shot. Oh my god though, I wish you'd have been there. Remember captain Vladof? When he heard I missed a kill shot he nearly got double digit ulcers! He screamed at me for nearly two hours, swore I was working for the enemy. Its a shame he forgot the first rule of sniping. You don't threaten a sniper without killing them afterwords." He watched the students carefully, loading bullets into his revolver. "Never know when people might turn on you."

Memoir laughed dancing around, He'd picked up an hatchet, and had begun to toss it high in the air, catching it with ease. "Kill kill kill kill kill kill KILL! KILL KILL KILL KILL KIIIILLLLLLL! THE KIDS."
Conrad sighed. "Fuck... He's singing the hatchet song."
"Kill the kids with shirt and clock
Bash their heads in with a rock,
Keep their earlobes in my sock,
Let's kill the kids!"
However despite Memoir's ominous song and the constant repitition of the song, Memoir seemed quite content to simply dance near the kids.

[BlackDeath27]

Raven woke with a start looking around the room that was seemingly not where she was previously. Rolling off the bed hitting her head on the floor the girl was getting quite worried about her self now, and how she ended up in this room. Upon sitting up right it was like as if drained all her energy just to do that. Attempting to remember what exactly happened to her Aria appeared in front of Raven." I am sorry my friend I got you killed by that one guy. I wish I could have done something to help but he was to strong." The demon treys to apologize to the girl.

"Well some how I am alive so now let's not dwell on the past. Right now let's figure out where we are because I am guessing this is not our dorm." Raven looked around the room again at the nice decor only to look back at Aria." Please tell me you know where I am."

"Yes this is the guy who killed you room you know those room that were meant for the so called higher ups." Aria announced while looking down at the ground.

"SHIT" was the only word the escape the girls lips.

[The Templar High Council]

"It hurt, but I bet your dead buddies back in Azerbaijan and Georgia hurt worse." Anthony rubbed his left shoulder, where Conrad's bullet entered his upper arm and exited out his upper back. Miraculously, he suffered nothing in his shooting, though he was pulled for a few weeks to heal. Enough time for the Russians to come to their senses and surrender to NATO. He had more fun serving with Conrad than against him, but that's war.

Turning his attention back to the kids, he noticed that they finished, and that none had done less than required. Good. He didn't exactly want to execute one of them, like Karlson had done, but he would have motivated them otherwise if they hadn't.

Being the generous soul that he was, he yelled "Take a breath. 5 minutes to compose yourselves. I don't want any accidents on the shooting range. Hurts a bit more than broken skin or a pulled muscle." Anthony turned back to Conrad with a smirk on his face. "If you aren't too busy, wanna watch the kids shoot? Could be enough for some laughs?"

At the mention of Azerbaijjan, Conrad shrugged apathetically. "Black Cemetary was only hired for my deployment. The only thing I regret his the hit my paycheck took for missing a kill shot. Oh my god though, I wish you'd have been there. Remember captain Vladof? When he heard I missed a kill shot he nearly got double digit ulcers! He screamed at me for nearly two hours, swore I was working for the enemy. Its a shame he forgot the first rule of sniping. You don't threaten a sniper without killing them afterwords." He watched the students carefully, loading bullets into his revolver. "Never know when people might turn on you."

Memoir laughed dancing around, He'd picked up an hatchet, and had begun to toss it high in the air, catching it with ease. "Kill kill kill kill kill kill KILL! KILL KILL KILL KILL KIIIILLLLLLL! THE KIDS."
Conrad sighed. "Fuck... He's singing the hatchet song."
"Kill the kids with shirt and clock
Bash their heads in with a rock,
Keep their earlobes in my sock,
Let's kill the kids!"
However despite Memoir's ominous song and the constant repitition of the song, Memoir seemed quite content to simply dance near the kids.

"Your old Cemetary CO? What happened to him anyway? Haven't heard of him in years. Sorry about the pay though. Maybe after all of this madness with the Ira Dei is done, I'll consider joining you guys." At the sight of Conrad messing with his handgun, Anthony reached his hand for the pistol at his waist: an M1911 with a wooden grip, engraved with the real first rule of sniping: "One Shot, One Kill."

As Memoir danced around the children, their 5 minute break was quickly ending. As Anthony counted down, he realized he didn't yet have a plan for the shooting. He decided to send a mental message to Chesty. "Chesty, Sir, can you meet me at the shooting range in 2? We're going to be learning some kids about firearms."

"Sure. It does me good to see children still wanting to learn how to protect themselves. And we'll get to teach them too. I'll see you there."

"Yes sir."

[Isle of Lithonia]

As Karlson was smoking, he was rudely interrupted by his phone going off. Goddammit, what the fuck is it now?! HE picked it up and answered it. "This is Karlson. Yes. Yes sir... Wait, you've got to be fucking kidding me!!! What the fuck?!?!?! Fine, dammit!!!"

He hung up, and bit his cig. "Goddamn fucker..."

He three his cig on the floor, grinding it into the floor with the heel of his boot. He yelled, "Alright, you useless shits, break's over! It seems we've got a few new members for our little gang. They just pulled into the parking lot, and I expect you all to NOT FUCKING TALK TO THEM UNTIL GIVEN PERMISSION!!! Just shut the fuck up for now, and you guys can fuck around as buds when you get to your apartments. Now, Corbin, take them to meet the new arrivals, and then to the firing range. I've got something to check on."


With that, he turned and left the dipshits where they stood, and headed to his apartment. When he entered, he took out another of his fucking cigarettes (my god, its like he wants to die), and let out a puff of smoke. Yipee, I get to babysit.

You don't have to be so excited, Karlson.

He wasn't surprised that Lightheart finally broke her previous silence. At times, she really didn't care enough to waste her time talking, especially if the situation bored her. But, whatever. I am always excited when I have to deal with fuck-ups. Especially ones that I've killed.

He headed over to his bedroom, where Raven should be, and found the girl sitting on the ground with an extremely worried look on her face. He smirked, flicking his crimson hair out of his face. "Well well, it seems you're finally awake. Still, I didn't expect you to be on the floor."

[Hetland 2]

"Your old Cemetary CO? What happened to him anyway? Haven't heard of him in years. Sorry about the pay though. Maybe after all of this madness with the Ira Drei is done, I'll consider joining you guys." At the sight of Conrad messing with his handgun, Anthony reached his hand for the pistol at his waist: an M1911 with a wooden grip, engraved with the real first rule of sniping: "One Shot, One Kill."

As Memoir danced around the children, their 5 minute break was quickly ending. As Anthony counted down, he realized he didn't yet have a plan for the shooting. He decided to send a mental message to Chesty. "Chesty, Sir, can you meet me at the shooting range in 2? We're going to be learning some kids about firearms."

"Sure. It does me good to see children still wanting to learn how to protect themselves. And we'll get to teach them too. I'll see you there."

"Yes sir."

Conrad frowned, "Vladof? Four words for you. One shot, one kill. Vladof ended up getting caught selling secrets. Went rogue with some guys in C Platoon." Conrad nodded as he began heading towards the parking lot.

---

Anuragini stood in front of the van. Standing straight, she looked impeccably dressed, even wearing the proper garb of a hindu, even down to the bindi meticulously painted in the center of her forehead. She took her thick rimmed glasses from her shoulder bag and placed them on her face. She of course was wearing her hearing aid, as it would obviously help her in most if not all social situations.
Beside her stood a small Indian cat girl, who very much like a cat, was curling up into a ball attempting to sleep.
"Purnima, are you sure this is where I'll meet my father? What if he doesn't like me?"
"It'll be fine, you'll see, I, the great Purnima the Wanderer, place it on my immortal honor!"
"That's what you said the last few times, but I'll trust you. We're still hot on his trail."

*Bold indicates that the dialogue is in Hindi.

[Charmera]

"Your old Cemetary CO? What happened to him anyway? Haven't heard of him in years. Sorry about the pay though. Maybe after all of this madness with the Ira Drei is done, I'll consider joining you guys." At the sight of Conrad messing with his handgun, Anthony reached his hand for the pistol at his waist: an M1911 with a wooden grip, engraved with the real first rule of sniping: "One Shot, One Kill."

As Memoir danced around the children, their 5 minute break was quickly ending. As Anthony counted down, he realized he didn't yet have a plan for the shooting. He decided to send a mental message to Chesty. "Chesty, Sir, can you meet me at the shooting range in 2? We're going to be learning some kids about firearms."

"Sure. It does me good to see children still wanting to learn how to protect themselves. And we'll get to teach them too. I'll see you there."

"Yes sir."

Conrad frowned, "Vladof? Four words for you. One shot, one kill. Vladof ended up getting caught selling secrets. Went rogue with some guys in C Platoon." Conrad nodded as he began heading towards the parking lot.

---

Anuragini stood in front of the van. Standing straight, she looked impeccably dressed, even wearing the proper garb of a hindu, even down to the bindi meticulously painted in the center of her forehead. She took her thick rimmed glasses from her shoulder bag and placed them on her face. She of course was wearing her hearing aid, as it would obviously help her in most if not all social situations.
Beside her stood a small Indian cat girl, who very much like a cat, was curling up into a ball attempting to sleep.
"Purnima, are you sure this is where I'll meet my father? What if he doesn't like me?"
"It'll be fine, you'll see, I, the great Purnima the Wanderer, place it on my immortal honor!"
"That's what you said the last few times, but I'll trust you. We're still hot on his trail."

*Bold indicates that the dialogue is in Hindi.

Thomas and Herbert sat at the back of the Van. Thomas wearing a casual shirt and pants. Unlike his parents, he didn't wear glasses, his eyes obviously not yet strained by intensive lab work.

Herbet was wearing a labcoat and a smile. He gave the impression he would not look right without the labcoat. His smile and gaze were almost creepy, both too exited for going to a base in the middle of nowhere.

There was a silence between the two, before Schröder broke the silence.

"Do you think they have a lab?" He asked with a thick German accent.

Thomas looked at him oddly "I doubt it. This isn't a scientific operation."

"We'll have to make do with what we have then Mein host..." He replied "I can't wait for the chance to experiment on other Dämon-hosts. Though I do hope they don't-"

"No Herbert. No experimenting on them." Thomas replied sternly. "Making enemies would be a bad idea if what Balaam said was true... We're going to need everyone."

"Fine, but as soon as we get a corpse we're getting to work testing und experimenting." He replied "Live prisoners may be even better..."

Thomas looked at him, horrified "You really are a psychopath aren't you?"

Schröder laughed as Thomas sighed. Preparing to exit the Van and grab his stuff.

Laura

Laura still waited outside the firing range, where she was told to wait. She was patient, though the others should have come by now. Jim on the other hand, was extremely impatient. He kept pacing while Laura leaned against a wall, his trench coat moving as he did. Eventually he sighed, and leaned against the wall next to Laura.

"How long are they going to take. I thought they would have come by now." Jim asked.

"Dunno, but we we're told to wait here. So that's what we're going to do."

He looked over at her, a scowl on his face. She sighed "Have some damn patience will you? They won't take long."

[Nekronia]

Laura

Laura still waited outside the firing range, where she was told to wait. She was patient, though the others should have come by now. Jim on the other hand, was extremely impatient. He kept pacing while Laura leaned against a wall, his trench coat moving as he did. Eventually he sighed, and leaned against the wall next to Laura.

"How long are they going to take. I thought they would have come by now." Jim asked.

"Dunno, but we we're told to wait here. So that's what we're going to do."

He looked over at her, a scowl on his face. She sighed "Have some damn patience will you? They won't take long."

Jackie had already arrived when Laura had come over, however it seemed as though she didn't notice. The teen rubbed his temples and got his head together, and stepped forth to greet the girl. He waved rather flamboyantly, his frivolousness coming back as the rage from earlier began fading away due to being away from the stimulus for a while. "Hallo, privet, and welcome to the range. Have fun dragging Lil Miss Snap-Crackle-Pop to the love cave?" The arrogant youth snickered quietly at his own sassing, making him feel better and healing his mental state a bit.

[Isle of Lithonia]

Just then, a cute, short (try 4' 11") little boy in a green froggy suit came hopping behind Jackie, singing as he skipped,

"I'm bringing home my baby bumble bee,
Won't my mommy be so proud of me?
I'm bringing home my baby bumble bee..."

He stopped, smiling at Laura and Jackie. "Oh boy!!! New friends!!!" He jumped up and down whilst clapping, giggling with delight. "I'm Nolan! Nolan Fisher! What's your guys's names?"

[Charmera]

Laura

Laura still waited outside the firing range, where she was told to wait. She was patient, though the others should have come by now. Jim on the other hand, was extremely impatient. He kept pacing while Laura leaned against a wall, his trench coat moving as he did. Eventually he sighed, and leaned against the wall next to Laura.

"How long are they going to take. I thought they would have come by now." Jim asked.

"Dunno, but we we're told to wait here. So that's what we're going to do."

He looked over at her, a scowl on his face. She sighed "Have some damn patience will you? They won't take long."

Jackie had already arrived when Laura had come over, however it seemed as though she didn't notice. The teen rubbed his temples and got his head together, and stepped forth to greet the girl. He waved rather flamboyantly, his frivolousness coming back as the rage from earlier began fading away due to being away from the stimulus for a while. "Hallo, privet, and welcome to the range. Have fun dragging Lil Miss Snap-Crackle-Pop to the love cave?" The arrogant youth snickered quietly at his own sassing, making him feel better and healing his mental state a bit.

She nodded to him. Coldly, with no actual warmth of greeting, simply greeting as it would be rude not to. She began "It was..."

"If your idea of fun is dragging a girl to some bed so she could sleep off her stupidity, not really." Jim interupted, irritated, malice in his voice. "Probably won't even remember we did it..."

Just then, a cute, short (try 4' 11") little boy in a green froggy suit came hopping behind Jackie, singing as he skipped,

"I'm bringing home my baby bumble bee,
Won't my mommy be so proud of me?
I'm bringing home my baby bumble bee..."

He stopped, smiling at Laura and Jackie. "Oh boy!!! New friends!!!" He jumped up and down whilst clapping, giggling with delight. "I'm Nolan! Nolan Fisher! What's your guys's names?"

"Laura. Laura Smith." She replied, no real reaction. A little boy, though she supposed many of the people in this little group were quite young, however she had not seen someone who looked as young as this Nolan. She decided not to underestimate him despite this, as she was fairly sure she had not seen him with the other recruits.

Jim had an odd reaction to the newcomer. His eyes widened when he saw the boy, almost as if he had seen a ghost. Once he had inspected the boy, an odd expression crossed his face, could it be disappointment? He then looked away, as if not wanting to look at this kid.

[BlackDeath27]

" I am sorry if I disappointed you Sir." Attempting to hold back her sarcasm in a low voice knowing full well this guy was capable of killing her again." I do apologize for my actions earlier today though I do not regret them because I now know how strong you are now." Using the the bed to help her self to stand Raven tried to move towards the wall for support to walk out of the room. Nearing Karlson and the door she looked at him." Sir would you please excuse me I would like to leave before I die again."

[Isle of Lithonia]

"Laura. Laura Smith." She replied, no real reaction. A little boy, though she supposed many of the people in this little group were quite young, however she had not seen someone who looked as young as this Nolan. She decided not to underestimate him despite this, as she was fairly sure she had not seen him with the other recruits.

Jim had an odd reaction to the newcomer. His eyes widened when he saw the boy, almost as if he had seen a ghost. Once he had inspected the boy, an odd expression crossed his face, could it be disappointment? He then looked away, as if not wanting to look at this kid.

Nolan stopped, a puzzled look on his face. Then he put two and two together, and smiled. "So you're Karlson's favorite!" HE started bouncing around her. "Yippee!!! I got to meet Laura Smith!!!"

" I am sorry if I disappointed you Sir." Attempting to hold back her sarcasm in a low voice knowing full well this guy was capable of killing her again." I do apologize for my actions earlier today though I do not regret them because I now know how strong you are now." Using the the bed to help her self to stand Raven tried to move towards the wall for support to walk out of the room. Nearing Karlson and the door she looked at him." Sir would you please excuse me I would like to leave before I die again."

Karlson chuckled at the girl's obvious anger. He walked over to the ash tray by the door, flicking ashes into it. "Don't worry, Raven, I don't kill people unless I'm given a good reason (such as being attacked by a flying kick, or being treated with disrespect)." He smirked at that last part.

"If you want to leave that badly, you can go ahead and try. However, I know that you won't make it out of this building on your own. So, if you want to rest, you can stay in here for a little while longer, and I'll have one of my guards come and help you to your own apartment in about an hour from now. But if that is distasteful to you, be my guest and try to leave. Your choice."

He opened the door, and started to leave. "But I've got other things to attend to, so I must be off." He looked back at her, that dark smirk on his face. "Take care." With that, he was gone.

[Nekronia]

Jackie smirked at the cold duo's behavior and responses, specifically noting Jim's aversion to the youthful host. "Well, sounds like you two are a bundle of joy. Heheh..." The sarcastic nerd turned to respond to the one Jim seemed to be avoiding, continuing the cheerful demeanor. "M'name's Jackie, how're you? You're lookin' pre'y peppy, lil puppy. How old are you?" You have a softer side, good! We'll be able to work from here! Funfact: No. Plez no babby form, git kick'd scrubs. I... what...? I'll just take that as a disappointing turn, I guess.

[Charmera]

"Laura. Laura Smith." She replied, no real reaction. A little boy, though she supposed many of the people in this little group were quite young, however she had not seen someone who looked as young as this Nolan. She decided not to underestimate him despite this, as she was fairly sure she had not seen him with the other recruits.

Jim had an odd reaction to the newcomer. His eyes widened when he saw the boy, almost as if he had seen a ghost. Once he had inspected the boy, an odd expression crossed his face, could it be disappointment? He then looked away, as if not wanting to look at this kid.

Nolan stopped, a puzzled look on his face. Then he put two and two together, and smiled. "So you're Karlson's favorite!" HE started bouncing around her. "Yippee!!! I got to meet Laura Smith!!!"

"Favourite? So it's already common knowledge..." She thought out loud. She suppose it wasn't exactly a secret. She was still a little unsure as to why she was picked, she was fairly sure there were others more trained than her. "So I assume your one of the residents of this base?" She didn't talk down to him, not used to talking to children.

Jim on the other hand had suspicions as to why she was chosen. She was cold enough to not care about killing, and not crazy enough to get carried away or disobey orders. However right now he was distracted with Nolan. His hands literally shaking as he watched the child, but not out of anger.

He couldn't take it anymore, fusing with Laura. He seemed to go deep into her own memories, trying to calm himself down. Which put Laura in an awkward position.

"I'm sorry, he's been acting a little strange lately." She responded, irritation flashing her face. Though she could guess why he was reacting so extremely "Maybe it's the heat." She offered, knowing it not to be the case.

Jackie smirked at the cold duo's behavior and responses, specifically noting Jim's aversion to the youthful host. "Well, sounds like you two are a bundle of joy. Heheh..." The sarcastic nerd turned to respond to the one Jim seemed to be avoiding, continuing the cheerful demeanor. "M'name's Jackie, how're you? You're lookin' pre'y peppy, lil puppy. How old are you?" You have a softer side, good! We'll be able to work from here! Funfact: No. Plez no babby form, git kick'd scrubs. I... what...? I'll just take that as a disappointing turn, I guess.

"Hilarious." She replied, then looked to his arm, seeing red on his clothing "Why's there blood on your clothes?" She asked.

[Isle of Lithonia]

Jackie smirked at the cold duo's behavior and responses, specifically noting Jim's aversion to the youthful host. "Well, sounds like you two are a bundle of joy. Heheh..." The sarcastic nerd turned to respond to the one Jim seemed to be avoiding, continuing the cheerful demeanor. "M'name's Jackie, how're you? You're lookin' pre'y peppy, lil puppy. How old are you?" You have a softer side, good! We'll be able to work from here! Funfact: No. Plez no babby form, git kick'd scrubs. I... what...? I'll just take that as a disappointing turn, I guess.

"Jackie? Goodie, it's Jackie!!!! I'm good today, now that I've met you two!!!" HE made a frowny face. "And I'm no puppy. I'm a froggy! I hop real high, and eat flies!!!" He started hopping around again, singing little rhymes to himself.

"Favourite? So it's already common knowledge..." She thought out loud. She suppose it wasn't exactly a secret. She was still a little unsure as to why she was picked, she was fairly sure there were others more trained than her. "So I assume your one of the residents of this base?" She didn't talk down to him, not used to talking to children.

Jim on the other hand had suspicions as to why she was chosen. She was cold enough to not care about killing, and not crazy enough to get carried away or disobey orders. However right now he was distracted with Nolan. His hands literally shaking as he watched the child, but not out of anger.

He couldn't take it anymore, fusing with Laura. He seemed to go deep into her own memories, trying to calm himself down. Which put Laura in an awkward position.

"I'm sorry, he's been acting a little strange lately." She responded, irritation flashing her face. Though she could guess why he was reacting so extremely "Maybe it's the heat." She offered, knowing it not to be the case.

Nolan watched the Demon, oddly interested in it. When it fused with her, he ran over to Laura, staring into her eyes with a puzzled expression. "Why'd he run? Does he not want to play?"

Then he remembered her question, and smiled. "I don't live here, but I do play here!!! Everyday!!!" He paused, looking gloomy. "But it was boring. No one else was here to play with me, so I got sad." Then he brightened up. "But now you guys are here, and I can play with you!!!"

And then he saw a butterfly. "Oh lookie!!! A pretty butterfly!!!" He started chasing it around, giggling as he did.

[Charmera]

Jackie smirked at the cold duo's behavior and responses, specifically noting Jim's aversion to the youthful host. "Well, sounds like you two are a bundle of joy. Heheh..." The sarcastic nerd turned to respond to the one Jim seemed to be avoiding, continuing the cheerful demeanor. "M'name's Jackie, how're you? You're lookin' pre'y peppy, lil puppy. How old are you?" You have a softer side, good! We'll be able to work from here! Funfact: No. Plez no babby form, git kick'd scrubs. I... what...? I'll just take that as a disappointing turn, I guess.

"Jackie? Goodie, it's Jackie!!!! I'm good today, now that I've met you two!!!" HE made a frowny face. "And I'm no puppy. I'm a froggy! I hop real high, and eat flies!!!" He started hopping around again, singing little rhymes to himself.

"Favourite? So it's already common knowledge..." She thought out loud. She suppose it wasn't exactly a secret. She was still a little unsure as to why she was picked, she was fairly sure there were others more trained than her. "So I assume your one of the residents of this base?" She didn't talk down to him, not used to talking to children.

Jim on the other hand had suspicions as to why she was chosen. She was cold enough to not care about killing, and not crazy enough to get carried away or disobey orders. However right now he was distracted with Nolan. His hands literally shaking as he watched the child, but not out of anger.

He couldn't take it anymore, fusing with Laura. He seemed to go deep into her own memories, trying to calm himself down. Which put Laura in an awkward position.

"I'm sorry, he's been acting a little strange lately." She responded, irritation flashing her face. Though she could guess why he was reacting so extremely "Maybe it's the heat." She offered, knowing it not to be the case.

Nolan watched the Demon, oddly interested in it. When it fused with her, he ran over to Laura, staring into her eyes with a puzzled expression. "Why'd he run? Does he not want to play?"

Then he remembered her question, and smiled. "I don't live here, but I do play here!!! Everyday!!!" He paused, looking gloomy. "But it was boring. No one else was here to play with me, so I got sad." Then he brightened up. "But now you guys are here, and I can play with you!!!"

And then he saw a butterfly. "Oh lookie!!! A pretty butterfly!!!" He started chasing it around, giggling as he did.

She shrugged in answer to Nolan's question. She couldn't know for sure Jim's reasons, but she had a pretty sure guess...

I'm back. Jim replied, after diving into a pool of Laura subconscious. He seemed calm, collected. No longer disturbed, even though he could still see Nolan. He had obviously gone into Laura's calmer memories.

There was an awkward pause. He reminded you of something, didn't he? She asked, Triggered some memory, didn't he?

Close enough. Jim replied, surprising Laura with his honest Less what, more whom.

Okay then, 'whom' did he remind you of? She asked. Not knowing Jims baggage or his past. Now would be a good time to uncover a bit more about her Demon Familiar.

Jim grew silent, still fused though. Laura sighed mentally, then returned to the situation at hand.

"Do you have a Familiar?" She asked Nolan. She was fairly sure the answer was yes, though she was just fishing for information at this point. It would be best to know the people in this base.

[Nekronia]

"Heheh, alrighty lil froggy, chase the butterfly! Leap for it~!" I'm going to take a wild guess he's rivalling Memoir as a killer, given the state of the heads here and the fact he's running around. Meta, hoooo. He ac- Damn it, I forgot we're in here together. Ignore that. ... The teen stood up and turned to address his peer, looking at his sleeve he forgot to roll back down. "Oh, that." He rolled his eyes, his words tinted with distaste. "Kaaarlson wanted me to do ~*push-ups*~, so I did some push-ups as asked." He gave a toothy grin to show his bloody teeth, his eyes showing mild annoyance at the memory. After flashing the orangish mess in his mouth, he closed his lips and licked a bloody tooth in his mouth, taking in the iron-y flavor. John sighed at the memory again, his irritation starting to come back. He considered elaborating more in that sitting, but found the idea of leaving it up to speculation a much more amusing choice. And thus, he left it at that for the moment, with his right sleeve still rolled up.

[BlackDeath27]

"I'll stay since i am guessing you know how this dying thing works." Raven only sat near the door awaiting for the guard to escort her from this room. Aria appeared again but this time beside her without making a sound. They both looked at each other with a verbal response." We'll have to get stronger then we are now. We couldn't even lay a finger on him and now we're taking his advise on you body." Aria announced within Raven's head in a pathetic way.

" Right now I think we might need to stop fighting or picking fights. The only thing our fist will touch though out this camp will be a punching bag or tree. Same goes for the legs we'll do insane workouts on our own time, but during the day we play their game. Aria no if ands or buts about it we will go off my decisions from now on. Raven dared Aria to Speak back so she could put her in place. The demon nodded in acceptance to the demand.

[The Templar High Council]

"Alright. Time's up. Let's find the new kids, then go shoot some stuff."

Anthony stood back up, and proceeded to lead the kids to the parking lot, where the two new arrivals were waiting. One, an Indian girl. The other, a smart looking boy with a wild look in his eyes. "Introduce yourselves, newbies." Anthony said, getting the already known kids lined up in a semblance of formation, but mostly they were just a crowd.

[Hetland 2]

"Alright. Time's up. Let's find the new kids, then go shoot some stuff."

Anthony stood back up, and proceeded to lead the kids to the parking lot, where the two new arrivals were waiting. One, an Indian girl. The other, a smart looking boy with a wild look in his eyes. "Introduce yourselves, newbies." Anthony said, getting the already known kids lined up in a semblance of formation, but mostly they were just a crowd.

Anuragini smiled widely, "Hello, I am Anuragini Rathasharma, I came here with one goal in ming, to meet my father. I do not know if he is here, but I guess this is the end of the line. My familiar is Purinam the Wanderer, we are from New Delhi, India. My hobbies are dancing, making new friends and swordfighting."

---

Conrad stared at the girl, the color slowly draining from his face.
"Oh... shit. This... Is not what I signed up for."

[Isle of Lithonia]

"Alright. Time's up. Let's find the new kids, then go shoot some stuff."

Anthony stood back up, and proceeded to lead the kids to the parking lot, where the two new arrivals were waiting. One, an Indian girl. The other, a smart looking boy with a wild look in his eyes. "Introduce yourselves, newbies." Anthony said, getting the already known kids lined up in a semblance of formation, but mostly they were just a crowd.

Anuragini smiled widely, "Hello, I am Anuragini Rathasharma, I came here with one goal in ming, to meet my father. I do not know if he is here, but I guess this is the end of the line. My familiar is Purinam the Wanderer, we are from New Deli, India. My hobbies are dancing, making new friends and swordfighting."

---

Conrad stared at the girl, the color slowly draining from his face.
"Oh... shit. This... Is not what I signed up for."

Karlson walked up behind Conrad, slapping him on the back. He smirked at him. "Why yes, it is what you signed up for, whether you like it or not. I'll hear your complaints later, but try not to make too much of a scene right now."

He turned to the girl, "So, you're one of the newcomers, aye? How lovely." He then quickly ran over the rules for the camp, and then had her get in line. "All you older recruits can introduce yourselves after we test your marksmanship. Until then, keep your shit-holes shut."

"Heheh, alrighty lil froggy, chase the butterfly! Leap for it~!" I'm going to take a wild guess he's rivalling Memoir as a killer, given the state of the heads here and the fact he's running around. Meta, hoooo. He ac- Damn it, I forgot we're in here together. Ignore that. ... The teen stood up and turned to address his peer, looking at his sleeve he forgot to roll back down. "Oh, that." He rolled his eyes, his words tinted with distaste. "Kaaarlson wanted me to do ~*push-ups*~, so I did some push-ups as asked." He gave a toothy grin to show his bloody teeth, his eyes showing mild annoyance at the memory. After flashing the orangish mess in his mouth, he closed his lips and licked a bloody tooth in his mouth, taking in the iron-y flavor. John sighed at the memory again, his irritation starting to come back. He considered elaborating more in that sitting, but found the idea of leaving it up to speculation a much more amusing choice. And thus, he left it at that for the moment, with his right sleeve still rolled up.

Karlson walked up behind Jackie. "And what were you saying about me, wussbag? I don't remember giving you permission to speak either."

Seeing Karlson, Nolan ran up to him giggling. "Hey Chris!!!! Its okeyday, I let them talk!!!"

Karlson turned to the little tyke, smirking. "Oh, if it isn't Nolan. I trust the kiddies treated you with respect?"

The kid smiled. "Yes, and they are my first friends here!!!"

Karlson muttered, "I pity them, then." In a louder voice he said, "Now, Nolan, play nice with them. Balaam's wanting them intact."

The kid frowned. "Das' mean, Chris. Nolan's a good boy. He wouldn't hurt a fly." Just then, the butterfly landed on his shoulder, and he reached over and crushed it in his hands. He started cackling, and singing,
"I'm squishing up the baby bumblebee,
Won't my mommy be so proud of me?
I'm squishing up the baby bumblebee..."

He fell onto the ground, laughing hysterically.

[Hetland 2]

Karlson walked up behind Conrad, slapping him on the back. He smirked at him. "Why yes, it is what you signed up for, whether you like it or not. I'll hear your complaints later, but try not to make too much of a scene right now."

He turned to the girl, "So, you're one of the newcomers, aye? How lovely." He then quickly ran over the rules for the camp, and then had her get in line. "All you older recruits can introduce yourselves after we test your marksmanship. Until then, keep your shit-holes shut."

Conrad nodded, "Yes captain, Its just I used to know someone back in New Delhi, someone I knew rather intimately, if you understand my meaning. Talk about a blast from the past."

Karlson walked up behind Jackie. "And what were you saying about me, wussbag? I don't remember giving you permission to speak either."

Seeing Karlson, Nolan ran up to him giggling. "Hey Chris!!!! Its okeyday, I let them talk!!!"

Karlson turned to the little tyke, smirking. "Oh, if it isn't Nolan. I trust the kiddies treated you with respect?"

The kid smiled. "Yes, and they are my first friends here!!!"

Karlson muttered, "I pity them, then." In a louder voice he said, "Now, Nolan, play nice with them. Balaam's wanting them intact."

The kid frowned. "Das' mean, Chris. Nolan's a good boy. He wouldn't hurt a fly." Just then, the butterfly landed on his shoulder, and he reached over and crushed it in his hands. He started cackling, and singing,
"I'm squishing up the baby bumblebee,
Won't my mommy be so proud of me?
I'm squishing up the baby bumblebee..."

He fell onto the ground, laughing hysterically.

Memoir crouched over the small boy, cocking his head, staring with perplexed fascination. "Your eyes are hollow. Where are your eyes hollow? You're brain is like mine, but you don't embrace it. Why not? Do the rats in your ears not dance in happiness?"

[Mnar Secundus]

As the newcomers introduced themselves, Clarence stood near the fire range with the others, a bit nervous. He was confident in his skill with a handgun and, to a lesser extent, an assault rifle, and he could use most firearms to some degree, but ...
"Don't worry about it," thought Boali, clinging to his back as usual. "I'm here for you. We can handle it."
"I ... Yeah. Yes, I know. Thank you, Boali." Firearms were tough for Clarence, on a psychological level. They reminded him of things which he would rather have forgotten, things which were prone to trigger ... unpleasantness. "Well, at least if I snap here there will be people able to kill me and resurrect the victims."
Boali was shocked. "Stop! Don't think like that!" Her voice was trembling. "I want us to pull through this together. You will hold yourself together, and you will not harm anyone around you, and you will especially not get killed by the likes of Memoir," she said, accentuating the wills imperiously.
"Aye, Ma'am."

Suddenly, they heard some noise, and saw a little boy in a frog suit saunter by, apparently chasing a butterfly. Clarence almost waved at him ... And then he saw Boali's reaction. Her skin had gone ashen. She looked even more shocked than when Memoir had blown the gym's door open. "Boali, what's wrong?" Clarence was genuinely worried now. "Boali? Who or what is that?"
"He's called Nolan. Just ... Don't involve yourself with him. Please. Please."
"Alright, I won't, I won't." Clarence had never seen Boali so scared. "Could you just tell me what's wrong with ..." Then he saw the boy grab the butterfly and crush it, singing that insane ditty.
Ah. He's that kind of kid. Clarence had seen the likes of him before in war-torn Eastern Europe, before the McAllisters had rescued him. Hell, Clarence had come very close to being the likes of him, and he still bore that curse in his mind. They were the children who had seen far too much, done far too much. They had gone so far off the deep end that the sheer metaphorical water pressure was keeping them there forever. The best you could do for them was to shoot their brains out and give them an easy death; maybe that had been given to Nolan at the end of his human life, too, or maybe he had bitten off more than he could chew, as things such as him tended to do eventually.
Anyway, he was bad news. Especially for Clarence, and especially especially at a firing range. This is going to require some ... precise handling.

[Achidyemay]

Lord Pouton was whimpering silently. Conor had marched out of the gym and lined up outside the gun range with the others, doing nothing to draw attention to himself. He wasn't too excited about shooting the guns, but was open to the idea. The newcomers seemed fine. The Indian-girl's familiar seemed somehow off and it took Conor far too long to realize that she was wearing cat ears, she had to be wearing them, right? They couldn't be natural. Pouton let out a quiet, but high-pitched, whine.
Whats wrong? Conor thought to Pouton.
I wanna p-p-plaayyyy! He cried back, temporarily drowning out Conor's own thought processes.
What? The Host asked, we are in an army base! We can't just play.
It's not fair! Pouton said pouting visibly.
Compose yourself! Conor snapped mentally, afraid that the old man's cries might instigate some sort of trouble from the superiors.
Fine... The old man went silent and looked sadly at Memoir and the frog-boy, Nolan.