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Humanity Reborn {IC|CLOSED}

Postby Faal Lot Himdah » Tue Jan 03, 2017 11:02 am

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Humanity Reborn


Is their anyone out there? Are we alone? Questions that humans can't help but ask. Humans have a desire to discover the unknown and to answer any and all questions they have. Even if they do not like the answers that they find. In this case, humanity did not find the answer. The answer came to them, in the form of the High Overlord.

In the year 2047, humans have finally established a stable colony on Mars, though still small, it was there. On the Earth, things were starting to get crowded, not to mention tense. The world was on the brink of war, and the UN had been long dissolved. The smallest spark would have been enough to drag the world into the largest war ever seen by the eyes of man. But the most important thing had to do with a very specific organization.

Arch Angel Industries was at the time the worlds largest and most powerful organization. It had it's own private military, and it's own territory through out the world. They had brought many advances to humanity and also acted as mediators between many nations. One could say that the reason the world had yet to burn was Arch Angel. In the year 2047, Arch Angel picked up a strange signal from the edge of our solar system. They had no idea what it was, but knew this one thing, it was slowly approaching. In response to the signal, Arch Angel sent a probe and prepared to activate a orbital defense system that they developed back in 2034 and used only once in 2036 to protect the earth from a certain asteroid.

The probe made it's way to the source of the signal but before anyone knew it, the probe simply vanished. Everyone assumed it was destroyed, and the world began to panic. Tensions rose even higher. Arch Angel tried their best at keeping the world calm, while also preparing for the worse. But only a few months since the signal was detected, it was lost. It entered the asteroid belt and disappeared. A year passed. Nothing. Two years. Nothing. The world slowly started to calm down. And by 2053, the world had all but forgot about the strange signal. But not Arch Angel.

Arch Angel kept preparing. But they would not see the day they were preparing for. In 2055, the home of the CEO of Arch Angel burnt to the ground, with the CEO inside. His body was never found. This marked the end of Arch Angel, as when the new year came, Arch Angel fell. It's head office, and locations across the world where destroyed within minutes of each other. The world was in shock. But this shock did not last long. A week later, the signal returned, this time, over Mars.

Before anyone knew it, the colony on Mars was destroyed and the signal was approaching the Earth. Chaos erupted. And they came out of the shadows. Whisper. An organization that had always existed in the shadows, with the sole purpose of taking over the world, and remaking it as they saw fit. Whisper came, they saw, and they created the spark. The spark that finally caused the world to be enveloped in a war. As the world entered into a war, they forgot about the signal. The signal had stopped moving, remaining behind the moon. It was as if it was watching and waiting.

The war raged, some countries being wiped completely of the map. One third of the worlds population was eliminated, and that was when the source of the signal became known. It was seen in the sky, a massive space ship. It slowly approached the earth, and humanity stopped fighting each other. They stopped fighting each other long enough to watch as their governments fell and the world fell into the grasp of a being known as the High Overlord. This High Overlord sent his forces. His forces where not living though. Everything that came down from the ship was robotic.

Unknown to the world, but back when the signal was first discovered, Whisper made contact by taking over the Arch Angel drone, and made a deal with the High Overlord after they learned the nature of his being. The High Overlord was a conqueror, as such, he was constantly conquering planets, and needed people loyal to him to rule. A deal was struck, Whisper would rule the Earth for the High Overlord, and the High Overlord would continue to become stronger. So, the High Overlords forces where joined with Whisper. By time the years was up, the broken world was in the hands of the High Overlord.

It was then things started to change. The worlds population had dropped to levels that had not been seen since 1 AD or 1 CE. The world's population was now about 170 million. The High Overlord had all remaining humans gathered into ten clusters of about 17 million all over the world. These would slowly be developed into massive cities. Areas around the cities where slowly reclaimed by nature, or remained barren wastelands poisoned by radiation. The way of keeping track of the years was changed. 2055 was to be the last year referred to as AD or CE, now was AC (After Conquest).

By 10 AC, the High Overlords control had been stabilized. The cities had an established hierarchy, and there were no rebel groups (at least not open). As such, the High Overlord departed, but not without leaving a large number of his robots behind, and giving powers to those who aided him. Yes, that's right, the High Overlord was able to give powers to humans. All hope for rebellion was gone. And so the High Overlord left, and humanity was left in the hands of the new powered up leaders of Whisper.

In 32 AC, Whisper official dissolved as the ten cities started to become more and more like independent city states.

In 57 AC, a very strange explosion of unknown energy was detected above both the Earth's poles.

In 142 AC, powers started to appear in all classes but remain rare, fear and hope of rebellions starts to rise.

In 143 AC, laws are passed, forcing all powered people not in the upper class to be registered.

The year is 165 AC, and the world is changing.




Suphia, North Entrance
2:00 AM




Suphia's north entrance, one of the four entrances from the outside to the underdome. Like the other four, it was heavily defended. On the ground, armed human soldiers, each one either pissed someone off or just got the short end of the stick in order to get stuck with this shift but never the less they patrolled and stood guard. In the air, drones made with tech given to the Overlords from the High Overlord himself patrolled. Eyes were on the ground, as well as the sky. Auto sentries where scanning the sky assisted by searchlights that were pointed to the sky.

Despite the almost panicked prison appearance, there was no worry in looking for someone who had left, it was more they where more focused on making sure no one got in. Since the appearance of the Arch Angel, the cities have been on alert more than normal. But this alertness would not stop the Arch Angel, as those on guard would learn shortly.

Not far from the gate, standing on a ridge watching the gate stood the number one enemy of the Overlords. The Arch Angel. After a few moments of standing there it took the sky. It approached the gate fast. Fast enough that in one second, it appeared floating their above the ground only a few feet from the gate. Weapons turned on it and opened fire. Each bullet stopped dead before reaching its target, and with a single pulse of energy, all the guards, human and drone, where on the ground as the Arch Angel entered the city.

The guards would wake up later with the change of shift, and would have to make their report. The Arch Angel entered Suphia.



Suphia, Top of the Heaven Spire
The Overlord's Palace
Brutus Drex




Brutus Drex, the current Overlord of Suphia, a direct descendant of one of the original Whisper leaders. He rose to power at a young age, after the deaths of his parents. There was no mystery surrounding their deaths, everyone in the Sky Ring knew the truth. Their bodies where never found, but what was found was a pile of ashes. Everyone knew what that meant. But since Drex was the heir to Suphia, he was made the Overlord, and no one could stop him. His powers and everything about him had given him his nickname. The Black Dragon.

At this moment, he sat in his throne room, reading a report as a poor soldier stood in the centre of the room. The report was paper, which was strange unless you knew that Drex still liked the feel of paper.

"So...." Drex said, "You let that thing in?"

"N-No... It just appeared... we shot at it, but the bullets hit some sort of force-field." The soldier said, "Then it knocked us out but..."

"But what?" Drex let the report fall to the ground and burn in a black flame, "You couldn't do anything about it. Excuses. Something like that does not just sneak up on a fortified position. You are useless, you and your men. If I could afford to, I would have you all killed... but I can't afford that."

The soldier let out a sigh of relief, but then quickly clutched his throat. Drex held his hand out, palm facing the man, with only his index finger, middle and thumb extended. A black cyclone of air surrounded the soldier as the oxygen was removed from the air around him.

"However. I can afford to lose you." Drex said as the soilder fell to the ground. "Pathetic..." He sighed and the body ws set ablaze by a black flame. Everything burned, leaving only a pile of ash. He reached down beside his throne and pulled out a small device. With a push of a button a signal would be sent to a similar device in the possession of Drex's manservant, Lanchester West.

"Lanchester. I need you in the throne room." He said into the device, "There is a mess that needs to be cleaned up."



Suphia, Underdome
Edge of the Neutral zone
Shilo Weardhyll




Gun shots. That was all he heard, and all he needed to hear to go into action. Shilo Weardhyll, resident of the Underdome, UD Citizen, smoker, godforsaken good for nothing and the guardian of the neutral zone. The neutral zone, to someone who was not from the Underdome, they would have no idea what that was. But to those who lived and worked in the Underdome, they knew the importance of it.

Not long ago the Underdome was in the middle of a bloody conflict between the different crime families. It ended with the families sitting down and splitting up the the Underdome between each other. Of all the territory marked, there was an area that none of the families where given, nor wanted. This became the neutral zone. Some say it was created to be used as a place for peaceful talks between leaders and as a refugee for those who wanted nothing to do with them. Both are good reasons, but their was another. The conflict did not only pull the families into battle, but also forced a single person to take up arms and protect his home. That person was Shilo Weardhyll. During the conflict, Shilo would fight off anyone who came to close, as such, when peace was made, the neutral zone was created because that was where Shilo lived.

After that, Shilo became the unofficial defender of the neutral zone's neutrality. And so, when he heard gun shots near by where he was walking, he had to go investigate. The shots came from an alley, and when Shilo entered the alley to investigate, he saw it. A man was against a side wall, a bullet wound in his leg. The man was surrounded by a few men. Staying back for a moment, Shilo waited till they opened their mouths. One spoke with a distinct Irish accent. With a sigh, Shilo started walking towards them, with a lit cigarette in his mouth.

"Well... what do we have here? A few godforsaken leprechauns?" Shilo said as he approached, causing the Irish men to turn around and face him. There was four men now looking at Shilo.

"Ah keep walking." One said, "This is none of yer buisness."

"What if I don't?" Shilo said and removed the cigarette from his mouth and waited for an answer.

"Well, we'd 'ave to kill you." Another said and the rest started laughing.

It seems they don't know where they are... or who I am... Shilo thought and sighed as he let the cigarette fall. Before it hit the ground Shilo was beside the one he assumed was the leader, close enough to smell the alcohol on the man's lips, his fist up and behind him came flying towards the mans face. Shilo hit with more than enough force to send the man into the back wall of the alley. "Oh great. You're drunk."

With that Shilo looked to the others, who had all pulled out some sort of weapon.

"Really?" Shilo said, "You all want to do this? Do I have to remind you leprechauns that this is the neutral zone."

"Wait... This is the neutral zone?" one of them said and then looked at Shilo before giving a nervous laugh. He started to back away after he dropped his weapon, "Then that means you must be the Weardhyll guy."

Shilo shook his head and pulled out a new cigarette, and lowered his eyes while he reached for his lighter. By time he looked up to light the cigarette now in his mouth the leprechauns where running down the alley, their boss in one of their arms. Shilo smirked and then turned to the man against the side wall.

"And you. Russian right?" Shilo said and saw the man start to sweat. "If you leave now I will forget I saw you. Also, don't tell anyone that you ran into the Irish here. I don't think anyone wants another godforsaken war here. Understand. Go, get outa here."

With that, the Russian started to limp away, leaving Shilo alone in the alley.

"Well... that went better than expected."
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Postby Charlia » Tue Jan 03, 2017 11:51 am

The man lay on the ground, contorted into what should have been an impossible position. His face was frozen in an expression of agony, his eyes wide, bloodshot, staring.

Alice stared at him and shook her head. She'd given him The Offer. It was his own fault for refusing. Even after all he had done, she'd given him the chance to change, and he had spat in the face of redemption.

He deserved nothing less than what he had received.

The sound of footsteps made her look up, and gray eyes met blue as she saw that she was not alone. There was another woman there. She looked... odd. Contradictory. There was an almost childish quality to her, yet it was quite obvious that she was an adult. She wore simple clothing, not at all extravagant--dark colors, not a single bit of decorative quality--clothes that were worn only to cover the body, and they certainly did a good job of that. The only pale flesh that could be seen was the stranger's face and hands. However, the fabric itself was too good of a quality to have been produced in the Underdome. No, it looked like it had been made in the Sky Ring.

Unusual for a Sky Ring inhabitant to wear such clothing... even more unusual for them to visit the Underdome.

Yet this girl had the look of a hunted animal about her. Hiding from something, or someone. Alice's mind immediately found a logical conclusion, and her eyes told her that she was probably right.

A red mark on the girl's forehead, looking like a raw, open wound. A Soulmark. Alice knew what that meant. This girl had been hurt, and she had been hurt badly. The sort of damage that would stay with one forever, no matter how long they lived. She'd seen many Marked in her time. They were the ones she fought for. She was one of them.

But no one else could ever see them. No one else could see the corruption in those she killed. That was why she did the things she did--because no one else could see the irrefutable evidence.

This girl needed help. Alice could provide that help.

She opened her mouth to speak--but the redheaded stranger was already gone.
What a thing to see... after only just arriving in the Underdome. Sickening. Then again, she could have seen worse, she supposed. That was why she was here, after all.

Some might consider the Underdome to be hell. She knew better. She'd been happy here, once. But that was eighteen years ago. She'd lived in the Sky Ring--no, she'd stayed in the Sky Ring, she didn't live anywhere--for only nine years. Only. What a word to use.

Maybe the Sky Ring was home to those who were born into its lifestyle. People like her, though? No. Never. To her, the Sky Ring was hell. That was why she ran here whenever she had the chance, trying to remember the days when she had known how to smile.

She still did smile, but not because she was happy. She smiled because it was expected of her. And even if she didn't, even if she let the pain show, who would care? No one. She was little more than trash that had been pulled out of the gutter and given a place of so-called honor on a pedestal. She wasn't a person. She was an object. No one cared what happened to her.

Maybe one day she wouldn't care either.

Either that day or the day she died was the one she looked forward to the most. She'd take either one--whichever came first.

Anything so long as the pain would go away.
"James," Marietta shouted, flopping back on her bed with a sigh of annoyance and staring at the nearest picture on the wall. It was the same as all of the others--an image of the Overlord of Suphia, Brutus Drex, also known as the Black Dragon.

Someday she'd get his attention. Gathering enough powered people around her would surely do the trick... right? That had been what she was trying for a good while now. And then, once they met, all she had to do was use her own power to make him fall for her.

Then she'd have all the power she wanted. All she had to do was talk to him for a few minutes... and he'd be all hers. Yes, he was almost a decade older than she was, and she didn't even look her own age, but what did that matter? He was powerful. The fact that she found him quite goodlooking certainly wasn't bad.

"What is it, Miss Marietta?" her favorite servant asked, bowing. James Rickett. He was pretty cute for someone from the Dome Surface. Then again, that was probably just because she'd gotten him into a nice suit and made him tie that hair back. But he was only a servant, and she had her eyes on a much more substantial prize.

"Have we gotten any word yet?"

"No, Miss Marietta," James said patiently. "Not since an hour ago."

Marietta's eye twitched. When was he going to notice her? She'd round up the entire powered population of Suphia if she had to, the Black Dragon would pay attention to her! A fit of rage overtook her, and she bounced up on the bed, slinging one of her knives through the air at the servant who had brought her such bad news. He took the knife in his upper arm, and sighed, pulling it out as the wound healed.

He was fun that way. Serving her gave him his abilities, one of which was regeneration, allowing him to take her furious attacks without wavering.

"Get me a book," she ordered. "Something good. I don't want any of that nonsense you read, understand?"

"Yes, Miss Marietta," James said subserviently, and turned away. Marietta sighed again.

Someday...

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Postby Spindle » Tue Jan 03, 2017 12:15 pm

Lanchester West
Heaven Spire
Suphia


Lanchester's day had started its downward spiral when the young man in a soldier's uniform had demanded to see the Overlord. That had sent red flags flying in his mind - it was an unannounced, unplanned meeting. That meant that something was happening, be it in the political circles of the city or elsewhere. And a glance over the uniform said everything which needed to be said about what kind of news it was. A Lieutenant. Probably the first officer who couldn't pass the blame for whatever had happened down onto his second-in-command. That meant that he would be on cleanup soon.

And so he'd informed the man that the Overlord was currently in a meeting and that he would have to wait for fifteen minutes. The war between relief and horror which broke out over the man's face at the news was morbidly amusing, but there wasn't the hint of a smile as Lanchester had offered him a seat. It was, to the second, another fifteen minutes before the doors swung open once more, the Countess storming out as Lanchester grabbed ahold of the closing door and beckoned for the man to enter, presenting a silver ashtray for him to stub out his smouldering cigarette before sliding the tray back into its alcove and gently tipping the remains of the cigarette down the chute in the back.

And then he settled back into his usual pose and waited.

It was less than a minute before his earpiece crackled into life and he reached inside his jacket, even before Drex had spoken, fingers curling around the ornately-wrought, miniature dustpan, equally miniature brush detaching with a soft click as he paused to let the Overlord finish speaking before reaching out and turning the handle of the Throne Room. Stepping inside he bowed smoothly at the waist, upper and lower bodies reaching perpendicular and deepening before he swept out of it and stepped forwards, heels clicking against the hard floor, echos rising to the vaulted ceiling as he stopped by the small pile of ash. Without a word, he bent down onto one knee and pulled the dustpan from his jacket, another harsh click echoing through the room as it touched the floor before the ashes of the message and the messenger were swept into it and stowed away, the brush sealing over the dustpan and locking away what had once been a human.

Standing, Lanchester's eyes swept upwards to rest on the figure seated atop the dais. Raven hair fell down around eyes hidden by a mask which could well have been made of bleached bone, only thin lips and harsh cheekbones visible below it. He wore no indication of regality: he had no need of it. There was no-one in the city who would challenge his authority here, at the heart of his power base. Or, rather, there was no-one who would challenge his authority for long. There were plenty of people sufficiently convinced in their beliefs to try. They were the people who would never see this room. Those who didn't know what it really meant to be here.

Inflict.

Lanchester's eyes flicker away from the seated figure for the briefest moment as the word appeared in his vision. In his peripherals, other words began to appear too: impress, complement, intimidate. The purpose of the various columns, banners and decorations which filled the room. It was a display which still awed him: the part of him he locked away in the back of his mind. It was the part he kept suppressed, because it was the part which would get him killed if he gave it any control. For a moment he felt his back click slightly after so long spent standing in the antechamber before he dipped his head and wetted his lips.

"Is there anything else you would require, my Lord?" He asked, mind flickering over today's timetable, "There is some time until the next scheduled meeting."
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Postby Faal Lot Himdah » Tue Jan 03, 2017 1:02 pm

Suphia, Top of the Heaven Spire
The Overlord's Palace
Brutus Drex




"Yes, there is." Drex said and stood, "Cancel everything. Something much more important has arisen. Something must be dealt with immediately." He started walking down and past Lanchester, "Summon the elite, powered or not. I will meet with them within the hour... None should be late..." He paused by the door, "or else." With that he left the room.



Suphia, Underdome
Near Alice




"Annddd she's gone." A voice said from a near by ledge. A girl who looked to be in her late teens or early twenties was sitting on the ledge looking down at her. "That's a shame... oh well, at least this is a relatively safe area and taking from her direction of travel, she'll be safe."

She sighed and jumped down from the ledge, "You aren't the person I was told to find. But you may be on the list... What's your name?"
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Postby Charlia » Tue Jan 03, 2017 1:07 pm

Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Suphia, Underdome
Near Alice




"Annddd she's gone." A voice said from a near by ledge. A girl who looked to be in her late teens or early twenties was sitting on the ledge looking down at her. "That's a shame... oh well, at least this is a relatively safe area and taking from her direction of travel, she'll be safe."

She sighed and jumped down from the ledge, "You aren't the person I was told to find. But you may be on the list... What's your name?"
"..." Alice looked up, her eyes widening slightly. "I just keep finding myself with company, don't I?" she said rhetorically. "You can call me Ghost. I'd rather not give you my real name until I know who you are and what this 'list' is that you're talking about." She stood up, folding her arms. "So, who are you? And what do you mean, 'the list'?"

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Postby Faal Lot Himdah » Tue Jan 03, 2017 1:20 pm

Suphia, Underdome
Near Alice




"Ghost. Ghost. Ghost." The girl looked to be deep in thought, she shrugged, "Well, it doesn't matter. I'm just a messenger. Some guy gave me a list, and hired me to find everyone on the list and tell them to meet him at some bar here in the Underdome called the Red Crescent at midnight for more information.... But that doesn't matter with you, seeing as Ghost wasn't on the list. So, yeah, see you around."

With that she left Alice with a smirk.
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Postby Charlia » Tue Jan 03, 2017 1:27 pm

Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Suphia, Underdome
Near Alice




"Ghost. Ghost. Ghost." The girl looked to be deep in thought, she shrugged, "Well, it doesn't matter. I'm just a messenger. Some guy gave me a list, and hired me to find everyone on the list and tell them to meet him at some bar here in the Underdome called the Red Crescent at midnight for more information.... But that doesn't matter with you, seeing as Ghost wasn't on the list. So, yeah, see you around."

With that she left Alice with a smirk.
Alice's eyes narrowed, and she frowned. Well... I'm definitely going to have to show up anyway. List or not, this could be useful.

Now, what about that redhead? She's not free from whatever the problem is. I could help her. Find whoever created that Mark... take them down... and heal the victim.

But where is she?


Turning away from where the strange girl had been, she started walking. The redheaded stranger had been walking towards the neutral zone, she thought. That would be a safe place for her to go--one of the safest places in the Underdome.

But it's not entirely safe. Not for someone in that condition.

There's nowhere safe for someone who's Marked.

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Evangelos Vasiliev the Bloody
Suphia's Sky Ring, The Vampire's Castle


A lone castle stands unique amongst the elite members of the city. When most have the futuristic design of the modern conquered age and some had the Renaissance feel of the past, House Vasiliev took their inspiration from the Middle Ages and Early Renaissance, mixing both Gothic appeal and the elegant touch of the Enlightenment. But now that the vampiric heir of the family took hold, it is now befitting even for the once Wallachian Prince Vlad Dracul.

Evangelos sat upon one of the few relics of the old world, the throne of the long gone Russian monarchy, and in his hand was a glass of wine. No, of course, it wasn't really wine. It was too thick and too red to be normal wine. It was blood but the taste of it was no different for him. "Just like wine ripened for centuries." He said as he gloated over the burning corpse within the fireplace. The poor dead old man was once a minor SR citizen who dared talk to his back and call him "Count Mosquito". It was a gruesome death to have your blood slowly drained and your body be twisted in such bloody angles that it would perplex the doctors on what kind of beast murdered the man. The stench of burning human flesh and blood waffled around the room. He didn't really mind. For him, it was like a wonderful incense to accompany him for his sleepless nights. Vampires don't need to sleep, after all.
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Near the Old Hammer and Sickle Bar,
Russian Territory near the Neutral Zone, Underdome, Suphia




"So..." Sasha started in his quiet, monotone voice. "Let me get this straight."

The Russian enforcer was on his knees, with his hands behind his head, and surrounded by four drunk Irishmen, each holding a weapon, and another slumped, unconscious, against a nearby wall. Sasha's rather expensive suit jacket lay crumpled against the same wall, and his normally pristine white shirt was torn and bloody from the knife incisions across his body. All of the Irish drunkards had ambushed him as he had walked out of his favorite bar, pulling off his jacket and tearing at his clothes with weapons until they could see the Black-Winged Proletariat on his upper arm. The double-headed black eagle stood out prominently against the blood, but the hammer and sickle it crossed in it's talons seemed to blend with it, becoming almost invisible.

"That one..." Sasha continued, gently gesturing his head toward the unconscious one against the wall, "He's your leader, an associate with the Dougherty's, and got it in his head after a few glasses of whiskey that he could make his way up the ranks if he, say, killed a few Russians discreetly. After that, he stole one of my men, completely ignoring the part of his plan where he did so 'discreetly', brought him to the Neutral Zone, shot him, got his ass handed to him by Mr. Weardhyll, and you all got it in your collectively dense skulls that it would be a good idea to come back here and try again."

The second in command, meaning the one with the gun and not a melee weapon, coughed slightly and then nodded.

"Speak up, I cannot see you nod." Sasha grumbled, knowing the drunkard would resort to the very basics of communication in his stupor.

"Y-yes si-, I mean, of fecking course, you bloody fecking Russian! And now we gonna do you in like we almost did your buddy!" the idiot with a gun responded, cocking back the pistol.

"I do not think you know who I am." Sasha said, sighing.

"Like that bloody fecking matters! No matter who you are, you'll die like any fecking Russian!" he yelled, looking around at his three friends before smiling. "Cryin' for your mama!"

This... statement, for it's not worth being called a joke, elicited a rather hearty laugh from the Irish bruisers, going on for a straight minute before they all calmed down and got slightly back to business. Once the quiet resumed, though, Sasha interjected his own... statement. "I am Aleksandr Dmitrevich Sokolov. Son of Dmitri Sokolov. I assume you know what that means, even in your retarded state."

Through no effort of his own, the area around Sasha seemed to drop ten degrees from the fear his father's name inspired. "A-Aye, w-we know who that is..." the leader said, starting to back up. "W-We didn't know."

"Of course not, otherwise you would not have attacked me like the Irish pigs you are. Now, how about you all walk away, and leave me to clean up." Sasha said, moving his right foot so that he was now in a kneeling position.

This caused all of the Irishmen to lurch and move towards him, weapons raised in anger and fear.

"That would be a no, then."

Some worried glances and muttering later, the Irishmen looked back at their prisoner and pushed their new leader forward. "We've decided to take you to Dougherty, so he might... get somethin' out of this exchange." he said, coughing.

"That mean you will move me?"

"Yes..."

After another moment, Sasha sighed in a conciliatory manner. "Fine. But before we go, my shoe is untied. Allow me to tie it?"

Again, the Irishmen looked at each other, and one of them spoke up. "Fine, go ahead, bloody bastard."

"Thank you."

Three gunshots rang out through the constant hub bub of the Underdome, barely noticed by anyone and those that did decided it would be best to ignore it. Three Irishmen dropped dead, leaving Sasha holding a smoking revolver in the center of the circle they formed around him, and a single drunk standing in front of him holding a gun of his own. Of course, the man made the smart choice, and dropped the gun to run.

Sadly, in a strange play on the fate of Leon Trotsky, a pick made of ice found its way into the back of the coward's head before he got far.

Sasha replaced his gun into its holster before walking over to the nearby bar door and knocking on it. When the slide opened on it, he said, "Ivan. Four unaffiliated Irish bodies are in the alley out back. Dispose of them. Oh. There's also an unconscious Associate. Make sure he gets back to Dougherty so the Irish pigs can punish him themselves. See you tomorrow." With that finished, Sasha walked back to the alley, picked up his coat, and started making his way to the Neutral Zone.

Might as well see if Weardhyll has any clothes I can borrow before walking all the way home covered in blood... he thought to himself, his blood spattered leather shoes clicking on the concrete.
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Laelynn Vinge
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Every day she worked here was mostly the same. A few dozen people show up every day looking for a book, they buy a book, then leave. Sometimes Laelynn would hear an alarm go off in the back of her head when somebody said something, but she never listened to it.
It was annoying but usually easy for her to ignore it.

Laelynn stayed quiet most of the time, perhaps she would read a book until somebody came to the counter.
Her few co-workers would occasionally try to speak to her but would often only get one word responses.

Anyways, at the moment all Laelynn was doing was reading with a paperbacked book in her hands and a cup of water on the counter while her co-worker was reorganizing books back into their shelves.
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Postby Vulnier » Tue Jan 03, 2017 7:53 pm

R31C or 'Relic'
Suphia, Underdome
Neutral zone


Relic never did like walking around in the alleyways of the Underdome, whether it be in the neutral zone or anywhere else. Everywhere R31X looked, he couldn't stop himself from calculating if every place could have been a potential amubsh spot, every nook and cranny a perfect place for an enemy to hid. Perfect scenarios for Cerberus to activate, and with it, Reaper. But there he was, with every silent thud of his feet hitting the littered ground, slowly moving toward his destination.

As Relic continued through the alleys, he began to calculate if it would have been faster to take the roads. He knew it would have been faster, definitely a little cleaner, and maybe even life saving. But more frequent patrols, and even drones had brought with it a high probability of being picked out among the crowd in his usual disguise. Relic couldn't take that chance, not with so much to do, and people to help.

After many twists and turns, R31C calculated he was getting near. Seeing a turn, Relic kept his back on the wall as he slowly approached the turn. Looking over, Relic identified one standing in the alley. The one standing seemed familiar, but R31C couldn't confirm from where he was. Taking a 'chance', two small but bright, blue lights slowly glowed to life under the shadow of the hood. Still peaking over, R31X asked in a low voice. "Shilo, is that you?"
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Postby Faal Lot Himdah » Tue Jan 03, 2017 8:27 pm

Suphia, Underdome
Edge of the Neutral zone
Shilo Weardhyll




Shilo looked towards the new comer. He stood silent for a second. "Oh Relic your still thumping around." He said, and started walking towards him, "Sorry. I don't have time to stay and chat. Can I ask you to keep an eye out for possible drunk leprechauns coming into the neutral zone looking to spill Rus blood? If you see them, just send them packing. Thanks." With that Shilo left.

A little while later.

Shilo slowly climbed the stairs up an apartment complex in the centre of the Neutral zone. In his hand was a bag, food and such, while his other hand was on the railing. "Godforsaken drunken leprechauns." Shilo muttered, "I'm late now."

He came to the next floor, maybe the tenth, he just stopped counting over all these years. It didn't help that the numbers had long since faded. He instantly stopped when he heard a scream. Shilo sighed and looked towards the source. He saw a door broken.

"So... a godforsaken home invasion..." he said and started walking towards the room, "Forgive me Lia. Looks like I'll be a little more late."

A few moments later a man was fleeing from the apartment, with a broken arm and missing his pants. Shilo walked out after him, the pants in hand. "Well... that's one way to get away..." Shilo said and left the apartment. He stopped and looked back at the little old lady that lived in the apartment. "It's alright Mrs Wade. I don't think he's going to be coming back soon."

"Thank you sweet cakes." Mrs Wade responded, "Now I just need to find someone to fix this door... if my husband was still around..."

"Mrs Wade. Don't worry I'll handle it later tonight." Shilo said and started walking away, "Just barricade yourself in until then."

With that he returned on his journey up the stairs to the top floor where his apartment was. Soon he found himself on the final floor and made his way to one of the furthest apartments from the stairs. He unlocked the door and entered.

"Lia. I'm back. Sorry about being late." Shilo said as a young girl peaked from around the corner. "Some godforsaken leprechauns tried to kill some godforsaken Rus near the edge. I had to send them packing. Not to mention that on my way up I had to stop and protect old lady Wade from a break and enter..."

"STOP!" Lia Weardhyll said as she put her hand out and then gestured to her mouth, "No smoking in the apartment remember."

Shilo smirked and removed the cigarette from his mouth. He walked over to a window and flicked it out with a bit more of a playful attitude. "Better?"

Lia nodded, but then her eyes widened and she pointed Shilo's gut. Shilo looked down. "Oh... apparently the man who broke into old lady Wade's had a knife..."

"Lay down, right now. I'll go get the first aid supplies." With that Lia left to find the first aid supplies while Shilo laid down on their sofa/ shared bed.



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"I would say you look lost..." a voice said from a nearby alley. Out of it stepped the same girl who talked to Alice. "But you aren't are you? You're just wandering. No real goal in mind... hey what is that mark? Ah never mind. But you know, you should probably get somewhere safe... There is an apartment complex not far from here, in the centre of what's called the neutral zone. On the very top floor their is a guy, his name is Shilo Weardhyll. He can help you. But if you don't want help can you at least help me? Just tell him to come to the Red Crescent Bar at midnight, some guy has an opportunity for him."
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Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Suphia, Underdome
Near Charlotte




"I would say you look lost..." a voice said from a nearby alley. Out of it stepped the same girl who talked to Alice. "But you aren't are you? You're just wandering. No real goal in mind... hey what is that mark? Ah never mind. But you know, you should probably get somewhere safe... There is an apartment complex not far from here, in the centre of what's called the neutral zone. On the very top floor their is a guy, his name is Shilo Weardhyll. He can help you. But if you don't want help can you at least help me? Just tell him to come to the Red Crescent Bar at midnight, some guy has an opportunity for him."
Charlotte flinched as soon as the girl started speaking, and she turned quickly, staring at the stranger. Mark? That was confusing. What mark? Did she have some sort of scar or something that she didn't know about? The girl was kind of creepy, and not just in the way she seemed to appear out of nowhere. The way she talked, the things she said... it was a little disturbing.

That and the fact that the girl had made a 'request'... Well. It might have actually been a request, for all that Charlotte knew... but she was used to being given commands in the form of a polite question.

She suppressed a violent shudder as the memories flooded her mind for a moment. Focus on what's really happening, she told herself, and managed to get a bit of a grip. It wasn't so bad... this time.

"O-okay," she stammered in a whisper, and turned, shivering slightly and starting to walk away from the girl. She knew where the center of the neutral zone was. She could find her way there easily.

Delivering a message... well, it was better than what she was used to being ordered to do. Then again...

It'll be fine, she told herself quietly. And even if things go wrong... it's not like it's anything unusual.
The door opened quickly, and Marietta sat up straight as James entered.

"What?" she snapped.

"Miss Marietta, your presence has been requested," James said breathlessly. That was unusual. Normally he was never anything but composed. He must have run to her room very quickly.

"Hmm? By who?" Marietta asked crossly. "This had better be important, James..."

James's next words, however, made her heart skip three successive beats.

"By Overlord Drex."

Marietta's purple eyes widened to twice their normal size, and a grin seemed to split her face in half. "Well, in that case, I'd better get going," she sang out cheerfully, grateful that she was already dressed nicely. Yes, this would do fine. Now she just had to get to her destination...

Within the next thirty seconds, she was out the door.

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Postby Doughertania » Tue Jan 03, 2017 11:36 pm

Travis Arroway
Suphia, Underdome

It all happened so fast.

You'd think that a guy with enhanced perception and super speed wouldn't be caught off guard. But when his partner took off after a suspect they'd been tailing for hours, yelling at him to take care of the others, he didn't exactly have much time to do more than sigh, bouncing a black rubber ball up and down as he took in his situation.

"No no, Alice, by all means. Go chase after that guy alone without telling me where to meet you after. I'm sure nothing bad can happen." He could have problem caught the guy himself then turned on his friends, but Alice picked that guy for a reason, and far be it from him to get in her way. After all, the perp probably had "the Spot," or whatever it is she called it. He wasn't really sure what she meant by it, but he was like 70 percent sure it was a real thing, and not at all a fake thing she made up case she's crazy.

The friends in question were four mean looking thugs, cracking their knuckles and gripping their bats menacingly. One of them gave him a nasty grin, revealing a few missing teeth. "Remember us, topper? It's time for some payback."

"Guys, I'm gonna level with you here." Travis bounced the ball once in his hand, then chucked it at the nearest gang member's head. Not too nasty of a blow normally, but sent at super speed? Well, that changes things a bit. It collided with the man's forehead, knocking him out before he hit the ground. It then ricocheted into the wall, then into Travis's waiting hands. Juggling between his hands, he shrugged. "I really don't remember who you guys are."

With a shout, the remaining three charged him. The first to reach Travis swung at him, sending the bat careening towards his head. He ducked under it, letting the bat smash uselessly against the wall, then came back up with an uppercut. The man stumbled backwards before hitting the ground on his stomach, down but not quite out. A look at the thug's jacket sparked some recognition in Travis.

"Wait a second, I do remember you guys!" The remaining two rushed him, hoping to take him down while he was still off balance from the last attacker. Unfortunately for them, they're still facing someone with super speed. He smacked one, sending his head into the wall with a thud. The other swung at his stomach, making Travis step back. After a quick toss upward, Travis sent his rubber ball forwardm knocking the last guy out. "You're those idiots with the reptile gang! What was it, Bridge Skinks? Tunnel Snakes? Come on, help me out."

"Dome Vipers, asshole!" A flash of pain sent Travis to his knees. He turned around, getting a swift kick in the ribs. Looking up, he found himself staring up at a gang member he had sent down with the uppercut. "That's for knocking out Vinny's teeth."

Travis groaned, looking for his ball. It had been knocked out of his hand, and rolled just out of reach. "Alright. Not good." He crawled a bit, before getting another kick. He winced, trying to ignore the pain as he crawled forward. Grabbing hold of the ball, he send it crashing into the remaining man. Travis got back up with a grimace, pocketing his ball.

He looked around at the downed gang members, gesturing widely. "Really? Dome Vipers? That's your name? Vipers don't even live in this climate." He sighed, shaking his head to no one in particular. "Seriously, criminals these days. No care for accurate ecosystem representation." He turned and walked away, heading in the direction that Alice had gone.


After a few minutes, Travis appeared in front of Alice, skittering to a stop. "There you are!" he exclaimed, holding on to his hat as the wind from his run threatened to snatch it from his head. He dusted himself off, speaking as he did so. "Seriously, we've gotta communicate better. I must of run down fifteen different alleys searching for ya." Looking up, he noticed the look on Alice's face. She got that way from time to time, whenever someone was in need of her special help but was just out of reach.

"What's wrong Specs? Did the perp get away?" He groaned inwardly. He knew he should've been the one to chase after him but what was he gonna do, order Alice around in the middle of a crisis? Yeah, like that'd go over well.
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Postby Vulnier » Wed Jan 04, 2017 12:17 am

R31C 'Relic'
Suphia, Underdome
Near edge of Neutral Zone


R31C was put at ease when the man was indeed Shilo. As Shilo walked up and began talking to him, R31C listened as he scanned his surroundings from where he still was. By the time he finished, Shilo had gone, leaving R31C with his thoughts and calculations.

He was glad that the incident that happened here was handled, though R31C couldn't say the same for the Leps and Rus. They deserved everything they had coming to them. Seeing no further reason to remain where he was, R31C slipped back into the alley he came from, starting the treck back where he came.
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Postby Spindle » Wed Jan 04, 2017 12:32 am

Lanchester felt a single eyebrow arching as the Overlord ordered him to cancel everything. There were a lot of people who had worked very hard to get themselves appointments today, and they weren't going to be fans of waiting for a few months more for their chance to see the Overlord. For a moment he considered pointing this out to the figure perched atop the throne before his eyes took in the rigidity of his spine, the curl of his fingers, the compression of his mouth. The Overlord wasn't just angry - he was furious. Furious and, perhaps, something else too. Something Lanchester had never seen in him before.

The corners of his lips straightened ever so slightly, losing the pleasant half-smile they wore for half a heartbeat before they reverted back to their usual, polite facade. Whatever new that soldier had delivered, it must have been more than regular bad news. It must have been that issue, the one they called Archangel. He considered asking after it for the smallest of moments, curiosity fighting a brief a losing battle with professionalism before yielding and stepping away as Lanchester bowed once more at the waist before straightening once more.

"It shall be done, my Lord." He nodded simply.

Bowing once more, he turned smartly and walked back up the central aisle of the Throne Room, the click-click-click of heels against the floor rising up to the vaulted ceiling and echoing madly, joined by the click-creak of the door as he opened it, stepped through, and closed it behind himself. Reaching up to his earpiece, he twisted the outer hemisphere, feeling it click into place as he shifted it from the Master's personal frequency to the serving frequency, occasional bursts of chatter filling his ears.

"Smith?" He spoke into it, "Smith, do you read?"

"Got you." Came a cool, professional voice. Laura Smith. The Overlord's House Steward.

"The Master needs you to clear his schedule for today." Lanchester said, "And inform the elite that they need to be here in...forty-five minutes."

"Something's cropped up?" Smith asked, a note of incredulity entering her voice.

"Yes." Lanchester nodded, "Speaking of which, I want you to run the phrase "Archangel" through whatever databases you can find."

"Is that the issue?"

"I don't know for certain." Lanchester sighed, "I'd rather be prepared."

"Understood." Smith said, voice fully under control once more, "I've dispatched runners. They'll be arriving shortly."

"Thank you." Lanchester nodded, "Keep me updated on who's heading where, would you? One-way channel."

"Of course." Smith said, and the professionalism had the hint of a smile in it, "In that case, you should probably know that Lady Mariette has already left the house and should be pulling in at the Palace presently. I'll alert the rest of the team and tell them we'll be having guests."

"For the love of-" Lanchester bit the curse back as he took off, twisting his earpiece back onto the Overlord's frequency as he sprinted out into the palace proper, the bobbing sea of servants parting before him as he navigated the maze of back-corridors with an ease born of familiarity and long practice. For once, he could allow his face to show exactly how he felt and he made sure to take advantage of it while he could. It was liberating, and the main reason he used the back-corridors whenever possible, even though he had the right to use the main corridors. It was good to be able to snarl at someone every once in a while.

The warren's exit loomed before him for a moment and he had the merest moment to compose himself once more, arriving into the entrance hall as a professional manservant once more. Even someone who wasn't well-versed in the rhythms of the palace could see that it had been shaken by the news, porters, maids and servants rushing madly to and fro with the unflappable composure of well-trained servantry. It was heartwarming to see how well they were responding, even under pressure, and the occasional odd bulge under jackets told him that a fair number of those rushing about had taken precautions.

And, he noted grimly, given who was going to arrive here first, that may not have been unwise.
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Postby Finsternia » Wed Jan 04, 2017 1:55 am

Evangelos Vasiliev the Bloody
Suphia's Sky Ring, the Vampire's Castle


There was a sharp knock that came from the great ornate double doors of the "throne" room, breaking Evangelos' solemn night. The sudden sound made him snap his head towards the doors with a perplexed look. His servants should still be sleeping during this time as it still was the early hours after midnight. It was too early and whatever this is, it should be urgent. Evangelos called out with a voice that's strong and chilling, befitting for the vampire duke. "Come in."

The doors slowly creaked to reveal his personal servant and the head of the Vasiliev household, a young ditsy maiden that goes by the name of Amelia. His bright red eyes can see her clearly even from the very end of the throne room and by judging her looks, she looks like she's been shaken awake to some urgent news. "Y-Your Grace... There w-was a message... a-a-addressed to you..." Evangelos swirled the bright red life essence in his cup before gulping all of it down. "What is this message?"

Amelia leaped from her place as her master's voice cut through the air and resonated around the empty and vast halls of the room. "I-It was from th-the He-Heaven Spire... O-Orders from the O-Overlord... His L-Lordship demands your presence..." Sighing, Evangelos placed his cup down on the golden armrest and started to walk down the steps. Within a blink of an eye, he reappeared right in front of his maid with a gust of air trailing from his back. "Get me some clothes. I am not in the right state to meet with his Lordship. And put out the fire. The old man's body has long gone turned to crisp." Evangelos started to walk past the maid, leaving her stuttering in both fear and nervousness. "Y-Y-Y-Yes, Y-Your Grace!"

Evangelos wore his normal attire, a dark purple array of clothes. He wore a dark purple coat with golden highlights around the edges and below a matching dark purple vest. Beneath that was a dark purple dress shirt that was buttoned up to the neck. On his shoulders, a black long cape hang with a large sortment of golden talon like metals that clasped it to his right shoulder with another normal looking circle clasp on the other shoulder. His pants were that of a normal black, ending with elegant black dress shoes. The whole household seems wake up as their master began to leave the castle. "Amelia, if I ever hear any mishap while I am away, you know what will happen." The young maid fearfully nodded as they watched him leave the castle gates and out into the night.

Evangelos looked up to the Overlord's palace up in the night sky, in the piercing tower of the Heaven Spire. Red gruesome wings of his own blood sprouted out of his back, propelling him up into the black skies and towards the palace. Within the span of less than a minute, he reached the entrance, the blood wings receding back inside his body. One surprised guard raised a gun towards his direction in reflex, only to be met with a back hand slap to the face that would send him crashing to the doors and tumbling inside unconscious. The other guards started to raise their weapons before his eerie voice cut through the evening air. "Foolish little ants. I wouldn't try raising a hand against a vampire." A collective panic swept through the group before a collective apology was given. "Hello there, Lanchester." He said as his twilight cape swept behind him with his blanket of shaggy black hair as he walked inside the palace, looking straight at the Overlord's manservant.
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Postby Faal Lot Himdah » Wed Jan 04, 2017 7:09 am

Suphia, Underdome
Near R31C "Relic"




"Interesting." A voice came from near Relic. Standing on a near by corner, the young girl who had been seen by Alice and Charlotte looked straight at Relic. "You don't see many like you anymore now do you? An Arch Angel made robot. Never thought I'd see one around here. Not on the list but I think he'll want to see you."
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Postby Charlia » Wed Jan 04, 2017 8:17 am

Doughertania wrote:After a few minutes, Travis appeared in front of Alice, skittering to a stop. "There you are!" he exclaimed, holding on to his hat as the wind from his run threatened to snatch it from his head. He dusted himself off, speaking as he did so. "Seriously, we've gotta communicate better. I must of run down fifteen different alleys searching for ya." Looking up, he noticed the look on Alice's face. She got that way from time to time, whenever someone was in need of her special help but was just out of reach.

"What's wrong Specs? Did the perp get away?" He groaned inwardly. He knew he should've been the one to chase after him but what was he gonna do, order Alice around in the middle of a crisis? Yeah, like that'd go over well.
Alice sighed, folding her arms. "No, I took care of him. But there was someone else... a girl. Marked. From the way she looked, I'd say she needs a lot of help. But she disappeared before I could even get a word out... and then another one showed up. Not anything unusual except that she talked about some sort of list and a meeting at the Red Crescent at midnight. Of course I'm going to show up, even though according to her I wasn't invited. That's never stopped me before."
Finsternia wrote:Evangelos looked up to the Overlord's palace up in the night sky, in the piercing tower of the Heaven Spire. Red gruesome wings of his own blood sprouted out of his back, propelling him up into the black skies and towards the palace. Within the span of less than a minute, he reached the entrance, the blood wings receding back inside his body. One surprised guard raised a gun towards his direction in reflex, only to be met with a back hand slap to the face that would send him crashing to the doors and tumbling inside unconscious. The other guards started to raise their weapons before his eerie voice cut through the evening air. "Foolish little ants. I wouldn't try raising a hand against a vampire." A collective panic swept through the group before a collective apology was given. "Hello there, Lanchester." He said as his twilight cape swept behind him with his blanket of shaggy black hair as he walked inside the palace, looking straight at the Overlord's manservant.
What? Someone else got here first? You've got to be kidding me... Marietta scowled as she rushed in behind the weird guy. Well. I won't let that spoil my plans, not at all! There's no way I'm going to let this opportunity go to waste.

"Oh, hi, Lanchester," she said with a wide grin at her former servant. "So this is where you're at these days? You moved up in the world. Anyway, would you do me a tiny little favor? I'd like to speak to the Overlord... in private. Just for a few minutes. Hmm? Can you do that for me?"
Apartment complex in the center of the neutral zone... top floor.

Here I am. Let's get this over with.


Charlotte lifted one hand, and noticed with dismay that it was trembling. She took several deep breaths, trying to force the shivering to stop, and eventually it stilled.

She knocked on the door timidly, and then thought better of that--what if it wasn't heard? Another deep breath, and then a louder series of knocks.

...This won't take long, she thought in an effort to calm herself down. Not at all...

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Postby Faal Lot Himdah » Wed Jan 04, 2017 9:20 am

Suphia, Underdome
The Weardhyll's Apartment
Shilo and Lia Weardhyll




Shilo laid there as his little sister returned with the first aid kit. She started to get to work when there was a knock on the door. They both looked to the door, and then to each other.

"Are you expecting someone?" Shilo asked.

Lia shook her head, "I was going to ask the same thing..."

Then there was a series of knocks, each one with much more confidence then the first. Shilo started to move to get up, only to be stopped by Lia. Shilo sighed and just laid back down as Lia walked to the door. After unlocking all the locks but the chain lock, she cracked the door open.

"Hello.... who are you?" Lia said, "Are you looking for my brother?"
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Postby Charlia » Wed Jan 04, 2017 9:29 am

Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Suphia, Underdome
The Weardhyll's Apartment
Shilo and Lia Weardhyll




Shilo laid there as his little sister returned with the first aid kit. She started to get to work when there was a knock on the door. They both looked to the door, and then to each other.

"Are you expecting someone?" Shilo asked.

Lia shook her head, "I was going to ask the same thing..."

Then there was a series of knocks, each one with much more confidence then the first. Shilo started to move to get up, only to be stopped by Lia. Shilo sighed and just laid back down as Lia walked to the door. After unlocking all the locks but the chain lock, she cracked the door open.

"Hello.... who are you?" Lia said, "Are you looking for my brother?"
"...Um... hello..."

While it might have been unusual for an adult to be that nervous in front of a child, it was obvious just from looking at Charlotte that she wasn't exactly normal. Something was deeply wrong with her.

"...I... I'm looking for Shilo Weardhyll... someone asked me to give him a message... I hope I'm not bothering you..."

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Postby Faal Lot Himdah » Wed Jan 04, 2017 11:01 am

Suphia, Underdome
The Weardhyll's Apartment
Shilo and Lia Weardhyll




Lia stared at the red headed stranger at their door. The stranger was nervous, which instantly put a few red flags. Then she said that some one wanted her to give a message to him. Just when she was about to say something, her brother spoke up.

"Lia let her in." Shilo said, "I can tell from here that she isn't here to take my godforsaken life."

Lia nodded and opened the door, "Please close it after you, and lock it." Lia said and returned to where her brother laid to continue her first aid.

"Well here I am." Shilo said, "Shilo Weardhyll. So what is this godforsaken message and who even wants to give a godforsaken good for nothing a message? Don't tell me its those godforsaken leprechauns."
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Postby Spindle » Wed Jan 04, 2017 11:05 am

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"Vasiliev's on his way. He'll be with you shortly."

The voice snapped Lanchester out of his casual scan of the outer edge of the Palace's perimeter, his mind rebounding back to what he knew about the Lord. Evangelos Vasiliev. The Sanguine Angel. A vampire: one of the more powerful empowered out there. As sadistic as the Overlord could be but with none of the restraint. Dangerous. Merciless. Elegant throughout it though, taking the refinement of vampirism as much as the brutality and hunger. A showman, addicted to grandeur and theatrics. All in all, someone who could ruin Lanchester's day quite thoroughly if he put his mind to it.

Eyes sweeping once more across the perimeter, a swell of gold, black and purple framed by two crimson wings announced the arrival of the vampiric Lord to the Palace and Lanchester almost winced before his face reverted to its usual mask. Someone was going to end up hurt here. Even as the guards began to fumble their weapons into position, he could see the hand moving to crash against the poor man's face. Stepping back from the door in a single, smart motion Lanchester closed his eyes as the doors were blown open by the guard's impact. Even as Vasiliev's voice cut through the noise around it, Lanchester knelt down next to the body, fingers pressing into his neck before he stood up to find the vampire's violet eyes locked on him. Stifling the mad panic which wanted to break free in his mind, he met those eyes as best he could, his gaze flickering downwards as the vampire spoke to him.

"My Lord." He replied, a pair of orderlies swiftly dragging the unconscious form away as a footman appeared alongside Vasiliev, "I'm honoured you could make it so quickly. Please-"

Before he could finish, a flash of lavender entered his vision and he felt his fingers twitching impulsively over the thin white line in his palm. Lady Calendri. Psychopathic. Sadistic. Good with knives.

And currently acting unnervingly sweetly. For a moment Lanchester adjusted himself to the new situation, another footman dropping in alongside Calendri as she smiled in his face and asked him to break protocol.

"My Lady." He nodded briskly once she had finished, "I'm afraid it isn't my place to portion out the Overlord's time. If you wish, I could have a runner sent down to request a private audience, but that is the best I can do I'm afraid. Please, both of you, follow me. Is there anything you would like while you are here?"
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Postby Charlia » Wed Jan 04, 2017 11:14 am

Faal Lot Himdah wrote:Suphia, Underdome
The Weardhyll's Apartment
Shilo and Lia Weardhyll




Lia stared at the red headed stranger at their door. The stranger was nervous, which instantly put a few red flags. Then she said that some one wanted her to give a message to him. Just when she was about to say something, her brother spoke up.

"Lia let her in." Shilo said, "I can tell from here that she isn't here to take my godforsaken life."

Lia nodded and opened the door, "Please close it after you, and lock it." Lia said and returned to where her brother laid to continue her first aid.

"Well here I am." Shilo said, "Shilo Weardhyll. So what is this godforsaken message and who even wants to give a godforsaken good for nothing a message? Don't tell me its those godforsaken leprechauns."
Charlotte locked the door behind her, and walked over to Shilo, her hands starting to shake again. "Y-you're injured," she noted haltingly, as was usually the case when talking to strangers, especially strange men. "I... I can help... I'm good at healing people... but... um... the message... I don't really know who it's from... a weird girl... sent me to tell you that someone wants to meet you at the R-Red Crescent bar at midnight... for some sort of opportunity... that's all I know... sorry..."
Spindle wrote:Before he could finish, a flash of lavender entered his vision and he felt his fingers twitching impulsively over the thin white line in his palm. Lady Calendri. Psychopathic. Sadistic. Good with knives.

And currently acting unnervingly sweetly. For a moment Lanchester adjusted himself to the new situation, another footman dropping in alongside Calendri as she smiled in his face and asked him to break protocol.

"My Lady." He nodded briskly once she had finished, "I'm afraid it isn't my place to portion out the Overlord's time. If you wish, I could have a runner sent down to request a private audience, but that is the best I can do I'm afraid. Please, both of you, follow me. Is there anything you would like while you are here?"
"...How... disappointing," Marietta said with distaste. "The runner idea will work fine, if that's all you can do. There's nothing else you can do for me, unless of course you happen to have anyone who needs disposing of, in which case I'd be glad to lend a blade or two to the cause." She giggled in a manner that was both childish and... not, her grin spreading wider. "If that's not the case, though, I'll just wait and see if the Overlord will talk to me..."

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Postby Spindle » Wed Jan 04, 2017 11:40 am

Lanchester West
Heaven Spire
Suphia


Calendri's smile disappeared for a moment at his answer and Lanchester fought to keep his lips a professionally straight line before it was back once again as she offered to permanently retire some of his staff. Once again, he had to fight to keep his composure professional as she giggled almost childishly at her own sick joke. For a moment he considered telling her outright that no, she couldn't fling her knives at whoever she pleased in here. That there was some decorum to be had in the halls of the Overlord, the chosen of the High Overlord. But then he caught himself and strangled the words before they could slip his lips, forcing them instead to curl into a humourless smile as his eyes flicked to one of the couriers dotting the room. A soft, almost imperceptible nod sent the boy sprinting away as Lanchester's lips parted.

"I can assure you that our human resources department does not require your help, my Lady." He said thinly, "Although I would happily recommend you to them should the need arise."
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