Fantasy † Two Worlds † [IC]

[Doughnut]

Two Worlds​

Have you ever wondered what was beyond our world?

Ever dared to think that there were those who weren’t… one of us?

Lurking within the shadows, watching from their magical mirrors into our world, …?

Yet they never tried to come out?

What if I told you that monsters were real?

What would you do?

I’ll tell you what.

Humans would go into a panic upon their sight, afraid of seeing something that they aren’t used to.

Something… different.

But what if the first wave came out in order to warn the people for upcoming danger.

Or worse… war.

They would consider the possibilities.

They would make a pact with this wave to work together.

Gathering their best magicians from all mages as well as warriors, assassins, …

Everything in order to maintain the world as it was now despite its flaws.

This happened in the year 2030.

And you… you’ve become a part of the alliance to protect human kind from extinction.​

 

[Doughnut]

Velvet Lovelace
”Stay golden."​

location: The Frontier, London

with: N/A

tags: see below

outfit: x

Sunday / June 9th / 2030

It finally started. The alliance. People eventually came together to form bonds with the first wave. With the creatures that they feared inside of their hearts yet were too stubborn to admit to it. It was brave for the humans to let them in and believing their words despite their poor reputation in their folklore. Some were worse than others, that was for a fact. And to be in all honesty, most of them were true. Monsters like Velvet shouldn’t be on Earth but for the first time, they wanted to bring a change in that. Changing for the better and to actually save a species from extinction. All because one of the monsters completely lost it. The lust for power having taken over in the end and losing all sense that was even the slightest bit correct. Those that followed were the same or worse… they didn’t care about anything at all except for chaos and domination. To come out as the best. It had been brooding for a while but it was only since the last couple of months that the fears of Velvet came true as armies were being formed to breach into the human world. As she couldn’t just stand by, she joined the first wave to warn them. And that was what brought her here. At the frontier of London where one of the biggest impacts was to be expected. Her parents were somewhere else, spread over the globe and standing their ground. They were courageous.

Human soldiers who were significantly smaller than Velvet as she was at a towering height of 2.05 meters which not many of the human race could achieve. There were a few exceptions though. But there were even bigger creatures than her so they would almost be seen as giants. One of the leaders of the army that she was fighting with was surrounded by his men. They were mainly talking about what they could do in order to get even stronger. One of the biggest human mages did the same with his group. They had finally started to be more open to the other kind now which was highly necessary as a lack of communication could result in devastating consequences. Of course one couldn’t expect the full one hundred percent of trust but it was something they could live with, even if it was for a mere 60. One of the brighter sides of this period of time was that it was summer. Meaning that one could see those hiding in the shadows better as they had less playground due to the light shining upon them. It would have been the perfect weather to go for a picnic with the 25 degrees Celsius outside.

The one in command of all troops bellowed loud and clear the instructions of the day. Actually decent ones for the first time in a while. ”We will now start our scouting around the gate up ahead. If any traces are to be found, immediately report to me. This is because there already have been sightings of the second wave coming through to inspect the area. Be careful on your way and try to back each other up!” The man said with a certain determination in his eyes. Almost as if this was some kind of school event, the people got split into groups in order to go over bigger pieces of area.

It seemed like Velvet had to group up with Priestess Ifera Adona [Fallen], Warlock Harloteck [Demon], Warrior Samuel Shotoa [Fallen], Assassin Klaudia Kruger [Human], Warrior Sebastion Gulsta [Human] and a few others which she stopped listening to as this expedition didn’t seem too important as nothing bad had happened yet. At least for as far as she knew. She could’ve been wrong as well. It wasn’t like she had a magic ball in her hands which could tell the future despite being so ancient. Even then that kind of magic was pretty non-existent. Standing at the designated place to the furthest right corner of the frontier where they would start their little adventure. But she had to admit that the gate looked pretty outdated even from this distance. The vegetation around it had also ran completely wild and covered some of the smaller ruins around it. Kind of an ancient feel now that she thought about it. It gave the place some charisma. An odd one.

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User Huntertabbysandshark3 VaskarTheHunter Pilgrim59 madame moiselle [once yc is approved] BFabulous [once yc is approved]​

 

[Pilgrim59]

Sgt. Klaudia Kruger
Alliance Task Force
The Frontier, England

Interacted: Velvet ( Doughnut )
Mentioned: N/A
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It was a warm day in England, where the drifting clouds had parted from the vibrant rays of light. While it was unpleasant to those who had preferred the cold, it was not so bad for the German. Klaudia had taken her day off for a field trip, as she called it, all the while laden with arms of war. Tying her side tail up in an orderly fashion, the girl bid her time as the gas-powered Polaris carrier zoomed through the checkpoint. The vehicle swerved to the right, before halting at its destination. Ejecting herself from the front seat, Klaudia sprung a case from the backseat, and fastened it onto her belt. The modular case quickly retracted, before enclosing her joints and back with mechanical alloys and trimmed shades of gray - effectively forming an exoskeleton. An array of paired lights illuminated in consecutive order, as it runs down her spinal armor. A few whirring could be heard, as the device secured itself in place. Once her ammunition rigs and auxiliary pouches were glanced over, the German reached for her UMP in the backseat of the land rover. Racking the cocking handle, she quickly loaded a magazine, before slapping it. The only sound that were uttered among her and the other operators were the symphonies of their equipment's assemblies. Instead of riding with the others, Klaudia had taken the liberty of driving ahead for reconnaissance, before regrouping with her allies.

Scanning the area around her, the young sergeant made her hike towards the rally point when the other vehicles had already departed. Her surroundings were teeming with lush floras, of which were far from any signs of hostility, but her anxious heart would say otherwise. After all, she was being assigned to follow up with her designated group to cover the area of operation. Regarding angels, demons and whatnot, the young girl did not mind her company. Perhaps a certain prejudice and disdain for some, due to their non-human appearances, Klaudia did not mind - long as they fulfill their bits and not get her killed. The chatter in her earpiece were sporadic, but nothing of interest aside from the same message across the channel. As her last briefing were just a simply patrol order, Klaudia could not help but be wary of the sizeable unit committed to this operation. After all, they were not going up an unconventional enemy, but rather a force from another realm. It almost sounded as if she was living in a fictional world, but as fate would have it, only time will tell if Earth's technologies would live up to the expectation of her invaders.

Discerning herself from her thoughts, Klaudia stepped fro and forth on the far side of her group, before stumbling upon the vine-covered gate. Lining her eyes down her UMP's front post, she made sure to scan the tall trees, before lowering it and alerted the group with distinctive hand signals. While there was nothing of note but foliage and trees, the vigilant operator was on her first deployment against the illustrious "wave". Nothing could prepare one for an encounter with another world, even with the First Wave's aid, she thought. Trying to dispel her thoughts, the gunfighter waltzed over to her demon company. While she despises breaking the silence, her finite knowledge on the enemy made her feel less-than-obliged to be with the group right now, if not, at all. She needed insights. Insights of which could only be given by those of the same origins.

"Velvet. What do you make of all this?" Klaudia asked, all the while gazing upon the tall demon beside her.

 

[VaskarTheHunter]

Sebastion Gulsta
Location: The Frontier, England
Alliance Task Force.
Recon.
Interactions: Doughnut Huntertabbysandshark3 Pilgrim59 User (over intercom)
Mentions: None.​

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The feel of the terrain wasnt exactly what this sniper wished for early in the morning. Holy hell was it a bumpy ride as he rolled through the country side in the small tactical bugee. Headed a half a kilometer from the recon point, it was where Sebastion had been ordered to perform his duties. Being with the rest of the team would prevent him from providing cover at a safe distance. Where he was headed was a large hill top that over looked the terrain where the team would be investigating and scouting for any and all enemy activity. He wasnt sure what to think of all that had happened in the past few months. All of the sudden there were demons, angels booted from heaven and mages he had never thought to be real. But here they were clear as day itself. Although he did not fully trust any of them yet, he had to agree they all had a common threat. "The waves," they called. It felt like he was in a sci-fi movie as they would be going up against creatures from different dimensions. Finally coming up to the hilltop with a wide clearing, Sebastion slid the bolt to his rifle forward before grabbing his pack and stepping out of the bugee before it rolled away. Digging into his pack, the sniper pulled out a blind to match the terrain before stretching it out like a sheet and crawling under it. Setting his CZ TSR up on a bipod, he then pulled out several magazines placing them on a rack to his left. Clicking his earpiece, he switched the intercom on and spoke over the calamity.

"Overwatch checking in. Sebastion Gulsta reporting." Popping the covers on his Vortex scope, he adjusted the power to close in on the group that stood near the gate. All huddled together in a mass. Using his right hand, wrapped around the grip with his trigger finger pointing straight forward, he slowly moved the rifle as a deadly telescope to observe and scan the area forward and around the team. Thanks to a couple of weapon specialist. Sebastion had outfitted his rifle with a special scope, equiped to track movement wherever he aimed. So far nothing he could see from the sight let alone his own eyes. He didnt necessarily need the tracking method. But it would help if things began to get hairy. "Nothing i can see as a threat in the area. Will keep everyone updated if anything changes."

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Harloteck
Interaction: N/A location; front line England​

The titanic demon rising 2.5 meters it seemed more like some sort of raptor human hybrid it’s silver scales now a gray hue regardless it listened to the commanders order they where sound enough for him he was flanked by about twenty other smaller reptilian demon each clad in a thick plate armor there multiple arms made them a rather unnerving sight to some but no one could deny harlotecks legions effectiveness after all they where summoned here but ancient ritual to be a unending army of course they wizards that summoned the legion where expecting that to be litteral, turning his scaly gaze to the legion demons each stood ridged awaiting orders form there general “right you heard the human scouting formation mooooove out” almost instantaneously the demons slip into groups of two a bright light appeared in there hands dissolving soon after all the demons now held two shortswords and in the second set of arms a rifle they then fanned out into the foliage leaving harloteck alone with the rest of the team.

 

[VaskarTheHunter]

Samuel Shotoa
Location: Frontline, England
Interactions: Huntertabbysandshark3 ​

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The angel sighed as so much running around was happening. They had just arrived and he wished to sit for a moment to catch his breath. The vehicle he had rode in made a mistake, having dropped them off atleast a mile from the extraction point. Having rode with some of Harloteck's demon warriors, he simply followed them until Samuel found himself smack dab in the middle of the group. Once the orders were given and an all clear was sounded thus far, he slowly walked over to stand beside Harloteck. Samuel chuckled softly as his stature looked like a small toddler compared to the mass of demon muscle that stood beside him. Gripping the handle of his naginato on his left hip, the fallen angel looked up to the demon sergeant with a kind smile continuing a conversation they were having earlier about cooking a certain dish, before orders were given and the two were being deploued in seperate trucks. "Alright i was thinking. Instead of rub roast. Now hear me out. A nice pork chop with potato cubes and onion?"

Samuel could not believe he had befriended a demon sergeant. As he had killed his kind long before. But at that time he was just following orders. And now hear he stood in the middle of an operation, discussing food that would satisfy them both for dinner tonight. The way they had met was priceless. Walking into the kitchen where they all would be staying. Seeing an eight foot and some change tall demon working over a stove. It honestly was the first time his jaw had actually dropped before. But after sometime adjusting to such a brute type figure. They found cooking together was actually very fun.

Slugging his friend in the shoulder, Samuel chuckled before adjusting his sword in its scarab. "What say we get a move on buddy?"

 

[madame moiselle]

KAEL KAYNE

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Well, would'cha look at that, thought a tall, snow-blonde-haired young Fallen to himself, cigarette sticking out of his mouth lazily as he entered the scene, scanning the area with slight amusement, his golden yellow eyes flashing in the sunlight. Demons, angels and humans, all getting along, showing true unity in the face of complete annihilation. He paused a moment, taking a long drag of his cigarette before throwing it out, a small scoff escaping his lips. What a load of bullshit.

The young Fallen resumed his trek, strolling casually around the place as if he owned it, drinking in the sights and sounds, a slight smirk on his caramel-coloured face. London was a strange place these days; the last time the young vagabond had been here maybe three years ago, there surely had not been this many demons or angels lurking around the place. But then again, the whole world was a strange place these days; with monstrous creatures from outer dimensions threatening to spill into the human world in what was now dubbed 'the Waves', even Kael could admit that the existence of the alliance was necessary to protect humanity. He wanted a part of it as well; not because he actually wanted to defend the fragile wretches, but because if they fell, the human ideals of freedom and individuality that Kael valued so deeply would be all but crushed under the iron fist of a harsh cruel master again. Kael couldn't imagine what life would be like, being enslaved in that restricting new world order; the very idea frightened the young Fallen to his core in such a way that he could never admit or explain it to anyone, much less himself.

Much like their current situation, the voyage to London was an absolute nightmare; rarely anyone was flying commercial airlines; everyone was too busy preparing for the impending war. It irritated Kael - he was forced to scour the coast for days, finally finding an old, retired drunkard of a pilot willing to start up his junk of a plane for a pretty penny. By the end of the voyage that nearly ended three times, Kael was so tired of the pilot and of his idiotic antics that he was ready to snap the old geezer's neck and just pilot the damned thing himself. He had been in London for a good couple years now, polishing his dark magic in order to be ready. Kael was happy to report that at this point, he was confident enough in his abilities that should any ugly inter-dimensional monster show it's ugly face, Kael would be able to destroy it in a matter of seconds, compared to the weakling he was in New York only a short decade ago. As the thought came to mind however, Kael felt a twinge of defiance and homesickness. Many would argue that Kael's real home was heaven, but the young fallen was past that - Heaven would be no more a home to him than Hell would be. He was content being on the fence, in the middle of two extremes, caring for no one but himself. It's been like that for a good portion of his life, and he would like to keep it that way.

Kael realized that he was rubbing on his cross chain at that exact moment. He clenched his jaw, leaving it be. What a bittersweet habit. The sudden flap of wings shook Kael out of his thoughts. He smiled, knowing who exactly came to interrupt his train thought. "Ah, Skorpa," he greeted warmly as sharp claws clasped gently and expertly onto his shoulder. You are late, answered the owl matter-of-factly. To the casual observer, it would seem strange to see some strange-looking young man conversing to an even stranger-looking owl, and the casual would be right; that is exactly what is happening!
Kael shrugged with his other shoulder, walking along. "I slept in," he answered easily, which was the truth, a slight grin forming. You missed the instructions from the commander, the owl answered after a moment, as if that would change anything. "Oh, nothing important I'm sure," responded Kael flippantly. "Especially if he was human." Skorpa said nothing, but Kael knew if she could roll her eyes, she would. Skorpa will go out and scout the area as instructed, she informed him instead, flying off his shoulder in an instant. Kael watched her go, approval in his golden eyes. Kael caring for no one but himself was more of a lie - he cared for Skorpa, and for good reason too. They went back decades, nearly to the time when Kael was nothing more than a scared little whelp in the streets of New York, abandoned by his own brethren and stripped of his wings. Skorpa had found him and brought him to her then master, an angry, ancient, powerful dark mage. Growing up with that wretched, abusive old man wasn't easy; each day Kael was drilled and painfully forced into the practice of magic in order to become a mage. It grew so unbearable to the point where by the time Kael was physically about thirteen years old, he managed to kill the mage with the very power he had given him, and inherit everything he had, including Skorpa herself. Skorpa, who had also been suffering from the abusive hand of her master, readily agreed to become his creature from then on. It was a happy ending, and Kael felt lucky. Not everyone has a pet owl who can speak into their heads, give you attitude when you don't stroke their feathers enough, and help you dominate the battlefield---

Before the thought could finish, Kael found himself crashing straight into something akin to solid rock, the force nearly forcing him on his behind. He staggered back, a sharp, biting retort on the tip of his tongue.

"Jesus fucking Christ, watch where you're go-"

Kael stopped, taking a good look at who he exactly rammed into. Standing in front of him was a titanic of a demoness, nearly twice his size. She was wearing a rather revealing dress that showed off all the right curves, which granted, was rather strange apparel when considering the circumstances, but Kael ignored it. He grinned lazily, finding it amusing. "Don't get me wrong," he started, his New York accent still strong despite his time in London. "I personally love big and beautiful women, but this," he paused, giving her a clear sizing up, pointing to emphasize his point. "is a little too much." He shrugged, his outlandish golden eyes twinkling."For me, anyway. Either way," he continued, straightening, pulling his hand out in a gesture of friendliness, a guileful grin forming on his lips. "Kael Kayne, at your most humble services. Sorry for the late entrance - a guy's gotta sleep in once in a while, right?"

Location : the Frontier, London, England
Mentions : velvet lovelace, klaudia kruger
Tagging: Doughnut Pilgrim59

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Well, would'cha look at that, thought a tall, snow-blonde-haired young Fallen to himself, cigarette sticking out of his mouth lazily as he entered the scene, scanning the area with slight amusement, his golden yellow eyes flashing in the sunlight. Demons, angels and humans, all getting along, showing true unity in the face of complete annihilation. He paused a moment, taking a long drag of his cigarette before throwing it out, a small scoff escaping his lips. What a load of bullshit.

The young Fallen resumed his trek, strolling casually around the place as if he owned it, drinking in the sights and sounds, a slight smirk on his caramel-coloured face. London was a strange place these days; the last time the young vagabond had been here maybe three years ago, there surely had not been this many demons or angels lurking around the place. But then again, the whole world was a strange place these days; with monstrous creatures from outer dimensions threatening to spill into the human world in what was now dubbed 'the Waves', even Kael could admit that the existence of the alliance was necessary to protect humanity. He wanted a part of it as well; not because he actually wanted to defend the fragile wretches, but because if they fell, the human ideals of freedom and individuality that Kael valued so deeply would be all but crushed under the iron fist of a harsh cruel master again. Kael couldn't imagine what life would be like, being enslaved in that restricting new world order; the very idea frightened the young Fallen to his core in such a way that he could never admit or explain it to anyone, much less himself.

Much like their current situation, the voyage to London was an absolute nightmare; rarely anyone was flying commercial airlines; everyone was too busy preparing for the impending war. It irritated Kael - he was forced to scour the coast for days, finally finding an old, retired drunkard of a pilot willing to start up his junk of a plane for a pretty penny. By the end of the voyage that nearly ended three times, Kael was so tired of the pilot and of his idiotic antics that he was ready to snap the old geezer's neck and just pilot the damned thing himself. He had been in London for a good couple years now, polishing his dark magic in order to be ready. Kael was happy to report that at this point, he was confident enough in his abilities that should any ugly inter-dimensional monster show it's ugly face, Kael would be able to destroy it in a matter of seconds, compared to the weakling he was in New York only a short decade ago. As the thought came to mind however, Kael felt a twinge of defiance and homesickness. Many would argue that Kael's real home was heaven, but the young fallen was past that - Heaven would be no more a home to him than Hell would be. He was content being on the fence, in the middle of two extremes, caring for no one but himself. It's been like that for a good portion of his life, and he would like to keep it that way.

Kael realized that he was rubbing on his cross chain at that exact moment. He clenched his jaw, leaving it be. What a bittersweet habit. The sudden flap of wings shook Kael out of his thoughts. He smiled, knowing who exactly came to interrupt his train thought. "Ah, Skorpa," he greeted warmly as sharp claws clasped gently and expertly onto his shoulder. You are late, answered the owl matter-of-factly. To the casual observer, it would seem strange to see some strange-looking young man conversing to an even stranger-looking owl, and the casual would be right; that is exactly what is happening!
Kael shrugged with his other shoulder, walking along. "I slept in," he answered easily, which was the truth, a slight grin forming. You missed the instructions from the commander, the owl answered after a moment, as if that would change anything. "Oh, nothing important I'm sure," responded Kael flippantly. "Especially if he was human." Skorpa said nothing, but Kael knew if she could roll her eyes, she would. Skorpa will go out and scout the area as instructed, she informed him instead, flying off his shoulder in an instant. Kael watched her go, approval in his golden eyes. Kael caring for no one but himself was more of a lie - he cared for Skorpa, and for good reason too. They went back decades, nearly to the time when Kael was nothing more than a scared little whelp in the streets of New York, abandoned by his own brethren and stripped of his wings. Skorpa had found him and brought him to her then master, an angry, ancient, powerful dark mage. Growing up with that wretched, abusive old man wasn't easy; each day Kael was drilled and painfully forced into the practice of magic in order to become a mage. It grew so unbearable to the point where by the time Kael was physically about thirteen years old, he managed to kill the mage with the very power he had given him, and inherit everything he had, including Skorpa herself. Skorpa, who had also been suffering from the abusive hand of her master, readily agreed to become his creature from then on. It was a happy ending, and Kael felt lucky. Not everyone has a pet owl who can speak into their heads, give you attitude when you don't stroke their feathers enough, and help you dominate the battlefield---

Before the thought could finish, Kael found himself crashing straight into something akin to solid rock, the force nearly forcing him on his behind. He staggered back, a sharp, biting retort on the tip of his tongue.

"Jesus fucking Christ, watch where you're go-"

Kael stopped, taking a good look at who he exactly rammed into. Standing in front of him was a titanic of a demoness, nearly twice his size. She was wearing a rather revealing dress that showed off all the right curves, which granted, was rather strange apparel when considering the circumstances, but Kael ignored it. He grinned lazily, finding it amusing. "Don't get me wrong," he started, his New York accent still strong despite his time in London. "I personally love big and beautiful women, but this," he paused, giving her a clear sizing up, pointing to emphasize his point. "is a little too much." He shrugged, his outlandish golden eyes twinkling."For me, anyway. Either way," he continued, straightening, pulling his hand out in a gesture of friendliness, a guileful grin forming on his lips. "Kael Kayne, at your most humble services. Sorry for the late entrance - a guy's gotta sleep in once in a while, right?"

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Harloteck
Interaction: samuel VaskarTheHunter location: front line England​

harloteck turned to samuel as he heard him approach smiling the fallen angel was a interesting fellow harloteck never really held a grudge against angels being legion, ment that more or less angels never bothered them, regardless it seemed samuel hand remembered there talk about dinner the new suggestions seemed good looking down at samuel harloteck give a slight smile "hmm.. sounds like a good call but what about we add some gravy too mix the onions into it?" harlotecks classical slight yell in is words rang through as normal it was as if years of yell orders had gotten his voice stuck like this regardless harloteck chuckled a little at the absurd thought, that they were actually friend, and also the world was ending what a strange time to be alive "yeah you're right let's get going hopefully we run into some of these second wave creature i want to see if there going to be any challenge"

 

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IFERA ADONA

last generation of the Adona Bloodline
holder of bad luck

Day 1. June 9th, 2030.

Henry instructed me to log my journey. Something about making sure history was accurate after this whole ordeal was done with. He didn’t want the first wave to somehow be seen as the bad guy in the end. I’m not sure what humans would try and twist around, but I suppose they’ve done before, so they’d do it again.

So here it is:

It’s fairly warm outside right now and the sky is clear. At around three or so, members from the alliance are supposed to report to a certain area by this old, giant gate. There we will all be receiving further instructions. I’m on my way, but it’s taking me a while in this car. For humans being intelligent and inventive, they couldn’t have created the worst method of transportation.

After hitting the hundredth bump that hour, Ifera decided that she hated cars. She closed her small journal, unable to write neatly in this machine, and tucked it inside the hidden pocket in her cloak.

Ifera glanced out the window and up at the blue sky. She pictured herself unfolding her wings and letting the wind billow in them as she glides through the air. If only she could — or, if only she was allowed too. Despite being a Fallen, her wings were never corrupted nor clipped. It was her parents last gift to her, making sure that their daughter made it to Earth with her wings intact. Even if she couldn’t necessarily use them. Aaron had warned her against revealing her wings a long time ago, fearful that some human would try to ‘poach’ them.

She missed him. More than she missed her own family. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the window. Are you proud of me? Of this world? Humans and Angels will finally have peace now. I’ll make sure it lasts.

Ifera refused to let those monsters ruin the world Earth was becoming. She would fight. She would die. Anything if it meant humanity won.

With an unwelcome jolt, the car halted, causing Ifera’s head to slam against the seat in front of her. “We’re here,” the chauffeur glanced back to the Fallen, who groaned in pain. Her luck truly was terrible.

She rubbed her forehead, trying to pretend the incident didn’t happen. “Thank you,” Ifera spoke with a gentle smile, before exiting from the car and hurrying out to the grass field.

She adjusted her white cloak to cover her smooth, red dress as she ran to where a cluster of individuals were — who she assumed was her group.

She wouldn’t lie, she didn’t feel too comfortable being grouped up with demons. After all, the Adona’s are… very opposed to their kind. Her father warned her about their nature, but maybe he was a bit biased since it was her family’s job to try and purify them.

But her comfort didn’t matter right now. They were all working towards the same goal, anyhow.

A kind smile spread across her face as she approached them. She held out a welcoming hand. “Hello, I’m Ifera Adona. I believe I’m in the same group as you guys.”

Ifera craned her neck to meet most of her group members eyes. It was odd, considering she wasn’t even that short.

Most of them seemed serious, except for the other Fallen who had just arrived before her. She hoped everyone would get along, but she knew better than to delude herself into believing their would be no tension or hatred

( madame moiselle Pilgrim59 Doughnut VaskarTheHunter Huntertabbysandshark3 )

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[VaskarTheHunter]

Sebastion Gulsta
Location: Overwatch Position, England
Interactions: Doughnut User Huntertabbysandshark3 madame moiselle Pilgrim59 (over intercom)​

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Sebastion sighed softly, as he could feel a slight breeze from the west. A problematic element for an ill experienced sniper, but not to him. Tapping the ear piece to switch it off, he quickly stuck his index finger in his mouth before pulling it out and lifting it up into the wind. With the sudden moisture, the sniper could now gage just how strong this breeze was. Quickly making adjustments to his scope. 'Three clicks to the left. Two up.' He thought to himself as he did just that. Pressing his cheek once again to the stock of his rifle, Sabastion looked through the scope to see the demon named Harloteck having sent out his minion demon lizards. He had to admit they were something he would not wish to be on the other side fighting against. They were grotesque to his eyes. Four armed beings carrying blades and rifles. He wondered if they even knew how to use those things. Watching each of their signatures light up the motion sensor in his scope, he switched it off now. He would be better off using his eyes, as he adjusted the power even further to watch as the demon soldiers advanced past the gate along with the rest of the group. Taking his time, he slowly scanned the area ahead of them. Nothing really stuck out until his sights were atleast three hundred feet ahead of their position.

Clicking on the intercom he spoke in a calm voice as he called out the sighting. "Overwatch. Sebation reporting. Theres some brush movement 150 yards ahead of your position. Tread lightly and keep your booger hooks off the damn trigger until you know its a threat." Sebastion rested his own index finger slightly closer to the trigger himself. All the while watching the brush movement. Being unable to see exactly what it was, he knew one thing. It was bigger than a human. However it made slow and calm movements through the brush. There was a possibility that it was just part of the wild life. In that moment he chuckled as he thought back to when he had become a sniper fresh out of boot. He was very touchy on the trigger finger back then. However after a long time and several deployments, he had learned to wait and see the threat. It had been so long since he started. He almost couldn't recognize the man he had become. But it was not a bad thing. He honestly like the new him. He was able to protect people. Not just kill the bad guys. But to keep those that mattered to him safe now. In all honesty. Sebastion would seem like your average Jar headed, bullet chomping warrior. However on the inside he was kind and caring. It was just very rare when he showed it.

 

[Doughnut]

Velvet Lovelace
”Stay golden."​

location: The Frontier, London

with: Pilgrim59 madame moiselle User

tags: VaskarTheHunter Huntertabbysandshark3

outfit: x

Sunday / June 9th / 2030
Velvet let her eyes go towards the human that was in her group. The girl her complexion was pretty nice for someone of her kind who would just ruin it with products and anything they tried to enhance with artificial junk. She never got why they suddenly started using these things as if it could stop them aging. Everybody grew old, some just took a bit longer than others but the ending was inevitable. It was a depressing thought but truth nonetheless. ”My guess would be that the second wave already started to move.” Velvet responded as she too had seen some odd movements over the past couple of days. ”It’s better to open your eyes open as you’ll never know what will jump on you… Or worse.” She didn’t really have anything more to say besides this as she didn’t know the exact details of the scouting either. She could only start guessing.

Not much later she heard over the intercom that the sniper had already took place and mentioned that he didn’t see anything out of place for now. That was a nice thing as she didn’t need to go into full defence mode just yet. Rubbing the back of her neck as she let her eyes go over the area they had to go patrol. It was a little unnerving to be send out without actual good information but that was what scouting was for, right? At least, she did it that way, the way she thought to many. Maybe not the best of choices she made in her life but she knew that they would have found out sooner or later. On the other side of her, she heard a big demon calling out to his legion to go out and look around. It was nice to have a bit more manpower on these kind of moments.

Just as she was about to finally make a move, another creature bumped into her this time. A fallen if she had it correct. Raising an eyebrow as she heard the comments of the boy, a smirk decorating her lips as she heard she was too big of a woman. ”I’ll take the compliment of beautiful.” She responded, her smirk slowly fading away though as usual. ”I’m Velvet and I’m already glad you turned up. Somebody has to serve as my meat shield and I don’t want to sacrifice this beauty next to me.” Her voice was elegant but had a mischievous undertone in it, nudging the human who started talking to her first.

Another fallen came to the group who introduced herself nicely. ”Velvet, nice to make you acquaintance.” Velvet introduced herself shortly. ”Well, since I don’t want to wait for any longer, let’s make a move.” She commented and started moving into the direction of the warning the sniper gave. Something about movement in the brushes.

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[Pilgrim59]

Sgt. Klaudia Kruger
Alliance Task Force
The Frontier, England

Interacted: Velvet ( Doughnut ), Kael ( madame moiselle ), Ifera ( User )
Mentioned: Sebastion ( VaskarTheHunter )
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As vague as Velvet's response was, it was enough to keep Klaudia on her toes. Heeding the tall demon's words, the German's gripped tightly onto her sub-machine gun. Despite her somewhat anxious and perhaps excited state, Klaudia kept a calm and collected visage, all the while keen on her trigger discipline. The last thing she wanted was to let off a few rounds just because she felt the need to do so.


She shot a glance over at Kael, a derelict of his kind, much to the intrigues of the diverse group. Despite his somewhat frank and somewhat brash ways of speaking, Klaudia found it relatively easy to relate to their shared cause. They all have their own reasons for being here, albeit mostly at the behest of the Alliance's hierarchical system.

"Well, since you've got your fill of sleep, feel free to keep my six covered." Klaudia said to Kael, acknowledging his status.

"Ifera." the operator nodded at Ifera's entrance. The party was slowly growing, despite their miniscule number as compared to the other battle groups. But with a force filled with distinctive figures well-versed with the recent development of magic and technologies, perhaps it was more than what they needed, Klaudia hoped.

Before long, an indistinct chatter in her ear caught her attention.

"Overwatch, Kruger. Acknowledge your last. Over." Klaudia's left hand found her wireless earpiece, as she spoke over the intercoms. She turned over to Velvet, at the behest of the latter's cue to move forward.

"Possible movements. One fifty yards up ahead. I'll take point to investigate." Klaudia remarked, as she let herself forward.

The German's movements were swift, as her exosuit endorsed her muffled steps. The only thing that was audible was her rigs and straps - a testament to humanity's technological aptitude. As Klaudia encroaches upon the bush before her, her feet side-winded slowly, but assuredly. Her eyes co-witnessed her reflex attachments with that of her UMP's front sights, as she made her advance. Klaudia eventually came to a halt, as she scanned her peripheral surroundings briefly, before toggling her earpiece.

"Overwatch, Kruger. Negative ID on possible contacts. Please advise, over." a reticent click would follow her report, as Klaudia continued to eye the terrains.

 

[VaskarTheHunter]

Samuel Shotoa
Location: Front lines, England
Interactions: Huntertabbysandshark3 User
Mentions: Pilgrim59 madame moiselle
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Samuel gave a soft laugh as he and Harloteck seemed to think alike when it came to cooking. Gravy with a pork chop sounded very good to him. It certainly help with the mix. Making it very rich and tasty. however as the angel was about to give his answer, he heard the debacle between the giant demoness and one of the other fallen angels on the team. Kaen. His expression turned to that of a look he would give when disciplining a member of his battalion in his years of being a captain. 'That boy needs a good knock up side the head.' he thought to himself as yet another fallen member stepped forward and introduced herself to the group. Ifera Adona. He bit the habit of bowing to anyone long ago, but in that moment he caught himself almost dropping to his knee on the turn of his heel. He had never met her before. However he knew that name anywhere. Her father and mother were known far and wide through heaven. Biting the inside of his cheek at his old habit almost getting the best of him, Samuel smiled warmly to her. "Good to have you on the team."

Turning back to his brother in arms, he patted the demons shoulder to give his long awaited answer as they walked along over the terrain ahead of them. "Mmm. Now that sounds very good my friend. We could use some of the grease from the chops as a base for the gravy. With the gravy however I would recommend with sauté the onions." Walking along with his friend, Samuel took note of the conversation between the two humans over the intercom. He however did not pay much mind to it. It seemed they had it handled. When Harloteck spoke of how he wished for a challenge on this day, the angel merely smiled. He could not think of anything or anyone stupid enough to challenge the muscle wizard that walked along side him. 'Maybe Kaen would out of spite.' He smirked at the thought of those two trying to have a conversation. "Well my friend. If it comes a challenge to you. I most certainly will have your back." The angel laughed softly as the two walked on to catch up with the human woman who took point.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Harloteck
Interaction: samuel VaskarTheHunter Ifera User location: front line England​

harloteck didn't pay much mind to the rest of the team, if course aside from one of the other fallen that samuel seemed to know as he almost dropped to his knee how odd? perhaps a commanding officer of some sort?harloteck thought is was best to perhaps at least acknowledge this woman "greetings" is said simpl in his rather loud tone turning back to samuel afterwards who finally responded "perfect i believe we are set for dinner my friend" he patted samuel on the back very softly well for harloteck, it was still rather hard due to the huge demon strength "regardless considering our records anything attempting to fight both of us is either stupidly suicidal or unfathomably powerful" harloteck laughed slightly a smile drawing out across is reptilian maw, soon after this a strange sound began reverberating through the foliage, you didn't hear it more or less felt it, it was like a eerie low rumbling pulsating through ones body, this strange occurrence was the calls of legion demons a sort of long range comm system, predating the actually invention of them, regardless harloteck new what this was all about it was just them calling in harloteck called back generating a similar but louder noise the eerie grumbling reverberated back "my troops have found nothing much as for now"

 

[Doughnut]

Silence was surrounding the forest for the biggest part.
Only the sounds of birds chirping and the moving of some animals could be distinctly heard.
Though the further into the forest the soldiers went, it became more... quiet.
The sounds slowly died out.
And if you listened well, it seemed like a woman was singing a song.
Not like one of those fairytails but a more... menacing one.
As if the voice was warning everyone for what was coming next.

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[VaskarTheHunter]

Sebastion Gulsta
Location: Overwatch, England
Interaction: Pilgrim59
Mention: Doughnut Huntertabbysandshark3 User madame moiselle
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The sniper watched carefully through his scope. The bushes still rustling softly. It didn't seem like anything but natural to him. It could just be an animal. However he had yet to see any since he set up his position. Very strange. Glancing over to the multiple magazines on the rack for a split second, Sebastion was reminded of just how dangerous this mission could get. On the rack were ten magazines loaded to the brim with seven rounds a piece. The rounds however were in variety. The weapon specialists in the labs had really pulled out all the stops. Not only did they give him standard .308 rounds meant to shred through a target, but as well as two mags full of depleted uranium darts, two of incendiary darts with a detonation device inside the round itself, two of hollow tipped rounds meant to explode into shrapnel upon contact of the target, and two mags full of tracking darts. He wasn't sure if the tracking darts would matter, until the sniper had been given orders if they were to get into a skirmish to try and tag one of them before making their retreat if it became too much for the team.

With the sound of sergeant Kruger on the other end of the intercom, Sebastion quickly switched it on as she repeated back what he had to report. "Copy that Kruger. Tread with caution. Overwatch has your six. Over." Keeping his scope level, the sniper slowly kept with her pace as he kept his sight a few feet ahead of her. But as she moved closer, Sebastion slowly moved ahead to the point he had called out. Out of the bush, he watched as an elk took to the north. Sighing softly, he was about to verify with her what he saw before it seemed like a vibration slammed into him. Making his body shake as if he was freezing. However the moment the feeling came over him, it was gone the next. Shaking it off lightly, he clicked the intercom back on to confirm. "Copy that Kruger. Negative on target. Just the eight point I always wanted in my study going for a walk. Hold position for team to catch up. All clear so far. Over." However as he adjusted the scope north where the elk was once walking, he could see an ere sight before him. Blood was scattered across the area. No more than two hundred yards from where Kruger now stood. Flipping on the motion sensor in his scope, Sebastion's eyes widened as the pings were now all over his sights.

"Overwatch. Kruger. Make slow movement speed, back track to the team. Multiple motion signatures lighting up my scope. That eight point is toast two hundred yards north of your location. Team. Be advised. Multiple motion signatures in the area. And they don't seem friendly. Over." Gripping his rifle in a firm hand, the sniper took a deep breath as he watched his sights for any movement to the naked eye. There was too much brush and foliage to get a positive ID. He was ready. If anything would break that tree line he didn't recognize from earlier, he would drop it. No if's, and's or but's about it.

 

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IFERA ADONA

last generation of the Adona Bloodline
holder of bad luck

"Good to have you on the team."

Ifera Adona froze, startled by Samuel's sudden action. "Same to you," Ifera replied, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of her lips, hiding the mild discomfort she felt. Although being the daughter of Adelina and Nexon Adona, she was never treated with as much respect her parents received. After all, in heaven, she was a child who barely left her own house.

She heard another voice greet her — a demon. Ifera nodded back in response, "Hello." Despite the kind expression on her face, Harlotech's appearance deeply frightened her. She didn't say anything else, only rushed over to the human, who intimidated the Fallen the least, and walked alongside her.

Her golden eyes narrowed in confusion as she listened to the voice from over the intercom. If she was being perfectly honest, she had no idea what the man was telling everyone. Ifera refused to ask for clarification.

Multiple motion signatures in the area. And they don't seem friendly.

You would have to be an idiot to not understand what his last message meant.

The Fallen fumbled beneath her cloak, searching for the small button to turn on the mic to her earpiece, before hesitantly asking the others, "Wouldn't it be best to remove the threat before they flee someplace else?"

( Pilgrim59 VaskarTheHunter Doughnut Huntertabbysandshark3 )

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