Fantasy Shallow Waters- Assassin RP

[Emberskull]

Shallow Waters
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Assassins and Gods
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Gods and Goddesses have overpowered us for centuries!
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 They bare no respect for human life!
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Farazia, otherwise known as the Goddess of Death, threatens everyone's lives!
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She kills thousands of innocents by the hour, with disease, famine and uncontrollable war!
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She is the hate that lives within us, each and every day!
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Now it's time to bring the war to her.
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With the worlds most merciless killers that have ever set foot on gods green earth.
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We will fight hate with hate.
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Gods... against Assassins.
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Storyline
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The story is as follows:
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In a universe where humans have been oppressed by Gods and Goddesses that rule over the world with strength of a thousand mortals. Their leader is the most ruthless of all. She is known as Farazia, the Goddess of Death and Hate. It is Farazia's will to reach the core of the earth, although her reasons remain a mystery.
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Cliché, I know.
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The humans are forming a resistance to fight back against the Gods. They need people who are filled with rage and determination, but who will not me mourned in death. They need merciless assassins.
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The humans have stolen time travel technology from the Gods and go back in time in search for more killers.
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Here, you may be a God, Goddess, Demi-God or Assassin. You will fight in the war, and discover terrible secrets, hidden for the safety of both God and man. For bothe Gods and Assassins, you may have a character that is well known in history, or you can make up your own!
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Rules
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1. No smut. NONE.
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2. Use proper grammar and spelling
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3. No hating.
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4. No Mary-Sue's or Marty-Stu's.
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5. Respect other Role players.
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6. Gain consent to kill somebody's character before actually killing them.
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7. Private message the person who's character you plan to kill. Don't ruin the surprise for the rest of us!
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[Emberskull]

 

[Emberskull]

 

[Emberskull]

Farazia entered the chambers. There was to be a banquet, celebrating the beginning of a new era. The drilling had commenced, and this was going to be one of the greatest moments in history. She snapped her fingers and the bats that covered the ceiling parted to reveal the bedroom's main light. I'm thinking black and blue. The Goddess thought. With lace around the sleeves and a ribbon to tie it all off. And as she thought, her plain white cloth shimmered and shifted to reveal a perfectly fitting black and blue dress. She smiled. At least the clothier was good for something. She fastened her silky hair on top of her head and coated her eyelids with a thick layer of mascara. She looked beautifully dangerous.


The idle chatter of the gathered Gods came to a complete standstill as soon as Farazia entered. She smiled, amused at the extent that they all feared her. Her black boots clomped all the way to her throne, and she sat. "Bring in the feast!" She called to the chefs. 

 

[madame moiselle]

Ezrael, God of Life and Innocence
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Ezrael, the God Life and Innocence, was trying to not to concentrate on the overwhelming load of darkness that filled the room. He was a new addition to the circle of Gods, having been spending his life in that beautiful forest of his. He felt dizzy from the overload of darkness, and wondered why the dark sense was so much more powerful than the good in this banquet hall. 
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The hall was beautifully adorned in gold and silver and tables upon tables lined the sides, filled with all the food you could imagine. Pastries, chocolate fountains, glistening bowls of wine and platters of lamb, beef and pork. Piles of papaya, pineapple and grapes towered on tables, and jars of overflowing honey spilled out onto the tablecloth.  
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The fact is, all that food was at least half spoiled, and the hall was decorated in skulls and looked eerily dark in the pale, pale moonlight. There was a few blood stains here and there too. Farazia surely did love death. It made Ezrael sick. He wished with all his heart that he was back at his perfect, abundant forest home, but he could not. He was a God now, and he could not go back to what was in the past.
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Ezrael, like everyone else, silenced themselves as Farazia, the Goddess of Death, dressed in an absolutely ravishing black and blue ruffled dress, her raven black hair twsited into a bun, entered into the banquet hall. Ezrael cringed, feeling almost choked at how much darkness was emanating off of her. The weight was so powerful, Ezrael almost felt crushed. There was no good in this goddess. She was Death.  
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[Emberskull]

( @Wick @randomweegee @LuckyLucifer @Esther_Silvers @TheCountryWarrior)

 

[Emberskull]

Beneath layers of packed soil, beneath stone and granite, lay the Resistance's  base. General Farley hated the name 'The Resistance'. It made the whole situation sound like a regurgitated Star Wars movie. This in fact was not a movie rip-off, it was a full on war. Farley clocked his gun as he passed one of the recruits, a very famous recruit at that. Jack passed him with  a smirk and Farley narrowed his eyes. The underground base was packed with merciless killers. Some never even said a word. The hate that filled the room was scorching. All the Assassins seemed to disdain one another, and he was the man that was chosen to teach them how to work together. He sat down at his chair that overlooked the surveillance screens and sighed. 


This was going to be a long war.


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Farazia regarded her fellow gods haughtily. She raised a goblet of smooth red wine and cleared her throat. "This, is a great day for deities! We have started the expedition to reach the very core of the earth. There lies the core that holds a treasure greater than any other. We will make the earth bow to us. And then... With the power we possess, we'll make the whole universe kneel!" Farazia grinned as the gathered gods erupted in  tumultuous applause. There were so many questions left unanswered, but the risk of asking was too high to take.

 

[TheCountryWarrior]

Dar'vange stood in the crowd of gods and goddesses, thinking what did the humans do to us? As gods they already bow to us. He had no idea what was at the center of the earth and he wondered who put it there. He also thought Farazia had no right to rule. But he kept that to himself, easy to see why what with all these followers of hers cheering.

 

[randomweegee]

Vladimir was talking with another assassin. "You cant go fight the demons all by yer self! Vladimir yells in his old croaky voice. "Ye'll get killed!" The man he was talking to didn't even seem to listen. "Are you done yet old man?" the other assassin says. Seemingly in an instant, Vladimir had a knife square in the middle of the other assassin's head. " That's what ye get for messing with me." Vladimir then kicks the dead body for no apparent reason.

 

[Wick]

-December 21st 2016-


A few years back, Jay had began noticing things. People would watch him from a distance, keeping their eyes on him while he fulfilled the contracts his mentor Farrow had sent him to assassinate. He wasn't sure if they knew about him knowing about them, but they still seemed to try keeping it discrete, whether that be by reading a newspaper next to a coffee shop that was nearby the spot his contract took place, or even just appearing as though they were some aspiring artist, filming the world for a movie. The only flaw Jay had really noticed there was that the "World" they were filming just so happened to be him alone. They kept an eye on him, or rather the other way around, for the following years, watching him hone his skills, become better.


Today, he stood outside the hideout in the mountains. The wind was frigid, causing his cloak to billow wildly, as though it were trying to strip from him, leaving him vulnerable to the snowstorm's wrath. Even though the snow was thick, Jay could still see the faint glowing outline of the city near the base of the mountain. Down there, people lived in their homes, quiet, enjoying the warmth, and the solitude; or perhaps relaxing with the family, watching a movie. He was trained to resist freezing, or boiling temperatures. If one were to spill a cup of searing hot tea on him, he wouldn't even notice. He felt warm enough, even within the storm.


He heard a rustling behind him, to which he drew an arrow and aimed his bow toward the intruder; but it was just Farrow. Jay lowered his bow, and stayed silent as he approached him. Farrow nodded, signalling that Jay could speak freely.


"I apologize. i was unaware it was you." Farrow passed him a bit and stared down at the city below. Even after he had become one of Farrow's most trusted, and well trained students, he still could not help but admire his mentor. Farrow stood on the icy ledge of the hill, completely ignoring the storm. This would not have impressed Jay had Farrow not been in lighter clothing than normal. Wearing no cloak, and in fact, no shirt, he simply embraced the wind and snow. Jay turned to look back at the city along with him. Farrow spoke up.


'It would be wise of you to rest Obscurum. The contract you have set in motion for tomorrow would be a difficult one if you were to complete it while sleeping.' His expression was grim. over the years Jay had learned what most of his facial expressions meant. Whenever he looked the way he did now, he was normally waiting for something to happen. Jay discovered his thoughts on the matter were correct once another, more sudden and rushed, rustling came from the trees behind them. Jay once again drew his bow and was facing the stranger before he could exit the cover of the treeline. Farrow stood still, not looking back. He knew this was going to happen, just as Jay had thought. It was difficult to tell the features of the newcomer through the blizzard, but from what Jay could tell, he was here for a serious reason, but what? Jay spoke up.


"State your name." His voice gave off no sign of emotion, just as he had been trained to accomplish. The man threw back his cloak's hood a bit, revealing his face. Jay stayed calm and collected, but was bothered by a slight twinge of confusion. He wasn't sure who this person was, but something about him seemed familiar. Farrow continued to stare down at the city as the man spoke.


'The only thing I am allowed to say to you is, don't go. Do not leave with them, you will die.' Jay kept his bow aimed at the stranger's head.


"Explain what that is supposed to mean right now" The man heaved a sigh into the wind, his breath flowing visibly from his mouth in the cold.


'If I were to tell you anymore, it could set forth a temporal imbalance.' Jay frowned. What in the hell was a Temporal Imbalance? Before he could ask anymore questions, Farrow turned and looked at Jay. Jay did not look back, continuing to aim his bow.


'It is your destiny to go Obscurum. His being here alone is causing what he is so cautious to avoid.' Jay had no idea what either of them were talking about. His desire to ask what was on his mind was once again interrupted by a loud bang, followed by a strange technological sound. Farrow rose his hand to Jay, telling him to lower his weapon. Both Jay and Farrow turned to see what had caused the sound. About ten feet away stood three people, all holding onto a sort of cylindrical device. One of them let go of it, a sharp looking woman who had clearly been in many different battles, and walked up to them, nodding to Farrow; who nodded back; then looking to Jay.


'The timeline needs your help Jay Conners. You have been one of the many selected for an important cause regarding the future of this planet. Your Grandchildren's future.' Farrow rotated his head to look at Jay. He nodded and spoke again.


'This is what I have brought you here for Obscurum, what I have trained you for.' Jay looked at him and shook his head. 'This is why I had to kill them, why I had to bring you in and work with you. You are one of the key pieces of this puzzle that must be resolved.'


Jay felt his whole world flip around in circles. His whole life, all of his choices were for this "cause" that he had to take part in. He felt dizzy, but managed to keep on his feet. The stranger. Jay turned to look at the man who had showed up and told him he couldn't go, but he was gone. The woman spoke again.


'This is fate Conners. Your life was brought forth so that you could help to stop this evil that has plagued our time for so long.' Jay's heart was now running at a mile a minute. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Farrow knew about this the whole time. Was Jay's life even supposed to take place in the present moment? The woman continued staring at him. She, along with the other two, also appeared unaffected by the cold. Besides the harsh wind, and the bustle of the pine trees around them, silence. The woman stood, awaiting a response.


Even if they could time travel, and potentially had all the time in the world to wait for him, he still felt rushed and pressured. After a moment of thinking, he finally came to a conclusion; he clearly had no choice in the matter after all. For all he knew, if he chose to stay in the present, he would simply be put under, and forced to the future timeline through which these people had come from. He sighed softly and turned toward Farrow, unsure of what he was to say to him. Hell, he was unsure as to what he thought of him now. It felt like he had just murdered Jay's parents again, and the only emotion Jay could feel to him was absolute hatred. A moment past where Jay thought he would kill Farrow for all he had done, but to his surprise, he simply bowed to him, and thanked him deeply for the training he had provided. Farrow bowed in return.


'Good luck Jay Conners.' Jay stood up straight again and looked at the woman, nodding his approval. She nodded in return and they both made their way to the men holding the machine, leaving Farrow back at the ledge.


'Ready?' The woman grabbed onto one of the two available handles on the device.


"Ready." Jay confirmed. He grabbed onto the other handle and they began activating the machine. His body began to feel lighter, like fluid, the world began to shift and collapse around them, and as his mind went numb, one thought came back to Jay. The man that had first showed up; he had told Jay he was to die if he left. There was a sharp ringing in his ears, and everything completely dissolved.

 

[madame moiselle]

"Did you really have to do that?"
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Vixen Lockeheart stood over the dead assassin's body, staring down at the knife slicing through his head. She glanced at Vladimir, her pale blue eyes cold and narrowed. "We can't grow if you keep on killing the new recruits." She looked around, seeing tons of other, cold-looking people, armed with guns and knives, the hate for each other almost palpable. Vixen herself wasn't in a decent mood either. The underground base was filthy, and you could smell nothing but stale air and the scent of blood. She spotted the general, Farley they called him, checking the surveillance cameras. He looked rather agitated, as if seeing everyone fight was grating a nerve, which it probably was. But Vixen didn't give a damn. If they were going to work together, they either had to get on board or get thrown off. If they weren't going to cooperate, than they better be prepared for the consequences. God-like consequences. 
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"Objection!"


The word rang loud and clear. It echoed across the hall, bouncing of the walls, making the cheers and clapping die down almost immediately. Every head turned to look at the source of the cry. 


Ezrael was standing firm, staring at Farazia, his blue eyes determined and angry. The gods and goddesses around him separated themselves from him, creating an empty circle around the God of Innocence and Life. 


This was the first time Ezrael has ever felt angry. It was like a fire going through his veins, a fury so fierce he could barely contain it. What fueled this fire were Farazia's poisonous words. Ezrael knew this was wrong. It was a sense he couldn't ignore; something even stronger than the rage he was feeling now. He had a glimpse of what the humans were going through. It was horrid and dishonorable. Against any and all morals Ezrael stood for. If Farazia's plan to reach the core of the Earth succeeded, she would create havoc among the mortals. Innocent children would suffer, and lives would be lost. Worst of all, the humans would lose their free will. The very thought of it felt like a knife to the chest. 


"What you plan to do, is wrong. We cannot force the Earth to bow down to us! They deserve their own free will." At this, Ezrael turned to face the rest of the gods and goddesses of the hall, his arm stretched out. "The Universe cannot and will not tolerate to this, and neither will I." Ezrael turned to Farazia at the last part, his voice low and challenging.


@Emberskull


@randomweegee

 

[Emberskull]

Farazia stared at him blankly for a long moment of silence. "Ppht.." She snickered. The snicker grew into a chuckle, which grew into full out laughter. Farazia laughed for a good long while and held a hand to her chest with heaving laughter. "I-'snicker' I'm, sorry, really. It's just so funny that you think there is something you can do about it!" Farazia grinned widely. "There is nothing you can do! The Universe sin't something you can just personify! Imagine the power, you foolish child! Now, eat up. It's going to be a big day tomorrow."

 

[TheCountryWarrior]

Finally someone says something! Dar'vange thought it would be him. Fitting that the one to stand against Death was Life, almost poetic. He was surprised Farazia didn't do anything but laugh, which honestly was still getting on his nerves. As the gathering continued Dar'vange approached the God of Life and Innocence. "Ezrael! Well said. You're lucky she didn't kill you. I share your feelings, but I fear action would only enrage her." Dar'vange was sure Judgement will befall those who deserve it. He also knew Ezrael would never be on the receiving end of Justice. That also meant Ezrael couldn't do anything lest he lose the title Innocent. 


@Esther_Silvers


@Emberskull


(Mind if I make one more character or is it to late?

 

[madame moiselle]

(It shouldn't be a problem. You can make more than one
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@TheCountryWarrior)
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Ezrael stared at the Goddess of Death, his blue eyes widened in shock and confusion. Why was this funny? She couldn't be serious! It wasn't long until Ezrael realized he might of made a fool out of himself. Was he the only one who thought this way? Was he the only one who dared to speak such thoughts? Or were there more? Ezrael scanned the crowd, trying to decipher whether there were more like him who shared his disdain for Farazia and her deadly plans. 
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Ezrael knew he couldn't imagine the power, no matter how strong it may be. It will always be inferior to the amount of creatures that will suffer because of it. 
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Ezrael gave one last cold glance towards the Goddess of Death, seeing her watching the crowd, her golden cup of wine to her lips, a hint of a smile of satisfaction on her face. Before she could catch his glance, Ezrael turned away, his wings folded and the new feeling of anger renewed once more. 
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He melted into the crowd, and tried to avoid every god's judgmental gaze. Some sympathized with him yes, but there so many others, supporters of Farazia, who now hated him for what he's expressed. And he knew that was dangerous.
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A voice called out to him, breaking the God's reverie. Ezrael turned to see a hooded fellow God approach him, Ezrael smiled slightly as the hooded being finished his praise, and his warning. 
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"Action is our best chance," he answered. "Farazia will corrupt the entire Earth and most likely whole of creation if we don't do something. As for luck," he paused. "I don't believe in such thing." 
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Ezrael sighed, a sense of dread overcoming him. This was also a fairly unfamiliar feeling to him. Becoming an official God brought so many unfamiliar things, so many new experiences, burdens, and worries. Back in his forest home, all he experienced was peace, stillness and joy of the feeling of life that was in there. Now, he just sensed the overpowering sense of death.
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Indeed, his determination to stop this plan from succeeding would bring much tragedy onto the God of Innocence and Life. Farazia was stronger and had much more influence than he did. The only influence he ever had was on the forest he had protected and nourished all these years. How could he possibly win against the deviously stunning and deadly Farazia?
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Escora, the Goddess of Destruction and Deception
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Escora, the Goddess of Destruction and Deception had been watching the God of Life and Innocence, her glinting green eyes narrowed in disdain and suspicion. He would surely bring trouble. Being one of the oldest members of the Gods and Goddesses circle, she has always been weary of new deities. This one was especially alluring. What made him so sure he could beat Farazia? Stand up to her like that? Defy Farazia and her glorious plans and just walk away like that without a scratch?
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This bad boy deserves a beating, thought the Goddess, a grin slowly appearing on her face. She stroked her sleek cat o' nine tails attached to her curvaceous hip longingly. Escora was standing near the throne, leaning against a pillar, watching as Ezrael was conversing with the God of Judgment, Dar'vange. Escora personally thought Dar'vange was an idiot, whose so-called 'judgments' were biased and unfair. It was just her own opinion. Of course, no one else thought this, and it infuriated Escora.
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Escora was wearing a rather revealing outfit for the banquet party; a shimmering dark grey dress decorated in thousands of tiny grey pearls with a large v-neck. Her dark hair was curled, (she trying on a new style) and wore a crown of sharpened teeth. A large black diamond rested against her green skin, and wore gemstone earrings on her elf-like ears..
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Escora decided to approach the Goddess of Death, to share a word or two, to warn her about this Ezrael, just in case.
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"Farazia," greeted Escora, approaching the throne on which the beautifully dressed Goddess of Death was sitting upon, bowing. "A word of caution. That God over there," Escora proceeded to gesture to Ezrael. "Can prove to be potentially dangerous. No one has ever dared trying to stand up to you, and this act of defiance may influence the others to stand up. We should destroy him, while it is still early."
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@TheCountryWarrior
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@Emberskull
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[TheCountryWarrior]

Dar'vange admired the young gods words, though thought they were better said when alone and away from the ears of Farazia's supporters. 
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"While I agree with you, you must be careful where and when you say things like that. I believe Farazia's followers are already whispering in her ear about you." 
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Sure enough, by Farazia bowed the detestable Goddess of Destruction and Deception, Escora. Dar'vange never cared for those who found pleasure in the pain of others. But since she was a Godess, he had to leave her alone. He hated that. 
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@Esther_Silvers
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@Emberskull
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[Wick]

-January 12th 2341-


Jay took a swig of the beer they had at the resistance base headquarters. It tasted like shit, and still hadn't fazed him, even when he had first had some in 2328. Thirteen years spent fighting, then hiding, fighting then, hiding again, over and over. His life revolved around him playing a part in saving this future world, but he still couldn't manage to successfully assist them in winning a battle. The many other assassins in the room swirled around him, their voices partly slurred. They all seemed to be living it up. They cheered each other to a fresh kill on some lesser god, or perhaps a demigod that was with the gods when it came to fighting the humans. The assassins would start singing, waving their rum or vodka or whatever they were drinking, and they would kick crap off the tables like animals. Was that what assassins were like in the past; before even his time that is? Perhaps pirates, and the Huns, were also assassins, but were never thought as them. Farrow's group of assassins took their jobs, they killed the target, clean, and came back to fiddle and adjust their weapons or other pieces of gear. Throughout his time there, Jay had never once seen any of them ask for money from their contracts, never saw them smile at the thought of fresh blood. They only did it because they had to, not necessarily because they had wanted to.


He took another sip of the beer and placed the empty jug on the table, standing and moving to a quieter spot in the base. He pulled his quiver off his back and began inspecting the arrow tips, making sure each one of them was as sharp as they could be. 

 

[TheCountryWarrior]

Joe the Mad God thought Farazia's idea was adorable! In the sarcastic sense of the word anyway. He knew mortals were already massing on Earth to fight her, but at least the drinks were absolutely Divine! And the baby god, the one of "Life and Innocence", was hilarious! "I will not stand for this!" "Muahahaha! You have no choice!" Awesome! Makes a good story too!
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[Tarot of Death]

Lucifer sat on a small throne of dead people and whistled calmly. He sad in his underworld chamber wondering what was happening to the 'oh so great gods' up top. Lucifer hoped up and went over to one of te many tortured mortals. He was in  a barbedwire chair chained down. Lucifer laughed and tightened the chains on the mortal and smiled. He looked around and said " do any of you dumb goold know anything about the other gods?!" yelled lucifer in a threating tone. One if the more fortunet mortal that only got hung from a spiked chain said"they are having a some sort of meeting but not much we know besides that... " said the one he choked and gargled up blood. Lucifer suprised at this went up to See where the gods were but couldnt find them. After a hour of almost painaching searching he found them. Lucifer walked by them and exlaimed "what is this going on without me the one who likes the mortals... For their lesser qualitys that is... Any way whats this a poor child has lost his temper and he has to deal with the grown ups? " lucifer was referring to the god of innocence as the child and the adults as the opposing gods. 

 

[TheCountryWarrior]

Dar'vange looked and saw another of his least favorite people. He heard him yelling at  Ezrael and Dar'vange couldn't help but roll his eyes. "This is none of your concern. Go back to your Underworld!" He said exasperated. 


Joe was having a ball! Everyone was here, people were at each other's throats! Then Lucifer showed up to be rude to baby god! Nothing like bloodshed to liven up the party! Haha! Madness! 


@LuckyLucifer


@Wick


@Esther_Silvers


@randomweegee


@Emberskull

 

[Tarot of Death]

Why cant i join in im a god to. " said lucifer smiling in a almost completly evil way. He looked sround and stepped side to side as he stepped it made a small clink to the room. @TheCountryWarrior

 

[Emberskull]

@TheCountryWarrior @Esther_Silvers @Wick @LuckyLucifer @randomweegee


"I'll deal with him later." Farazia snapped at the lesser god that bowed before her. Then she ushered the girl forward and whispered. "Make sure he doesn't do anything he'll regret until then." She said, smiling. She ordered the Goddess to go back to her seat. The girl scrambled away and Farazia watched her go. Then she turned back to gathered Gods, only to be interrupted again by... Joe and his raucous laughter. "Can someone muzzle him? Or bash his face in? Something along those lines?"


None of the servants moved. "If you want something done, you gotta do it yourself." she said, sighing. The Goddess muttered something inaudible and flicked her fingers, slowly sewing the God of Madness' mouth shut with a thick metal cord, all from the other side of the room. Flick, flick, flick, flick. In mere moments, the sorry excuse for a God had his mouth sewn closed with thick wire. "Don't worry, dear. It will only last a couple of days. If your lucky, hours." She said, smirking. 


Then Lucifer walked in. "Oh Goody." Farazia said, rolling her eyes. "Yes of course, come join us. We'd sooo enjoy your company." A weird looking rickety old stool fell from a small hole that suddenly appeared in the sky. It barely held as it smashed into the floor.


"Please. Sit." 


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After a while of watching the cameras, something finally happened. Farley yelled unnecessarily at one of the technicians to zoom in. There. Somebody walking down the street with all the other mortals... was a bit more glowey than normal. Like a nugget of gold in a stream of grey pebbles. The General stood up and pushed his chair away in a frenzy. 


"I'm gonna need a team." His eyes scanned the room. "You!" He pointed at Jay. "You!" He pointed at Vladimir. "You!" he pointed at Vixen. "And, uh, you!" He pointed warily at a cloaked man that stood in the corner.


"Come here."

 

[idalie]

LAZARUS CHAUNCEY
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He'd never been so terribly late for a meeting as he had then. Considering the aspect of time was no reality that matched living in this odd realm, it was surely something Lazarus had been sorely missing. It was during those moments, sprinting down the hall with manuscript underarm, that the demigod decided he should get some sort of clock installed in his archives. He'd been so engrossed in his studies, that he'd forgotten to remind himself of the incredibly important gathering that would make or break the future of mankind and their divine creators. Or rulers. But rulers was a subjective term, considering mortal souls had quite a large chunk of free reign, not controlled by the pantheon, yet swayed into making great and terrible mistakes.
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Approaching the great hall, Chauncey kept his head down, dusting his shoulders and attempting to make himself at least slightly presentable - if only not for the ink stains halfway up his palm, and loose strands of hair which fell forwards from his tethered ponytail and the slightly frayed however trusty navy military coat. Quietly, he slunk into the room during mid-discussion, pretending to look as inconspicuous as he could. To be honest, the demigod was only here to make records, which he highly enjoyed. Nonetheless, being in the same room as death when you had mortal blood in your veins, made him feel slightly faint. "This day continues to bear gifts," Laz muttered, glancing back and forth as he registered the feast and all the divines in their best apparel. Which was anything, due to being inhuman entities capable of making themselves look gorgeous in even potato sacks. A power, he was unable to gain from his father apparently. Alas he arrived just in time, to see the God of Madness have his lips sewn together with iron wires.
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@Emberskull
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[madame moiselle]

 
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Ezrael, the God of Innocence and Life
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Ezrael was wondering if he should leave. The sense of death and sin were too overpowering, and he couldn't stand being in the same room as Farazia. He had made an enemy out of one of the most powerful deities, and Ezrael almost regretted ever saying anything opposing about the Goddess of Death's horrid plans. 
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Ezrael watched in horror as the Goddess used her powers to sew the God of Madness, Joe's, mouth closed. He shot a look mixed with horror and rage, and maybe even fear, to Farazia. 
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She could do that to you, whispered a small voice at the back of his head. For defying her, for being her enemy, she could do that, and so much more.
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He wanted to go back to his lovely forest home, go back and abandon this title of being a God, but he knew it was forbidden. He was forever sealed with this destiny, with this fate. Defying it would mean eternal torture. Speaking of torture, Ezrael watched as the God of Pain and Torture, Lucifer walk in, demanding what was going on. 
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Ezrael didn't know much about this God, only that he resided in the Underworld and tortured the sinful mortals that ended up in there. Lucifer was easily seen as a sadistic, evil and immoral being, one that supposedly bathed in the blood of his victims and thought the screams of agonized mortals were like symphonies to his ears. 
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Ezrael tried to avoid the God's gaze, but found himself staring right back at the torture-obsessed deity as Lucifer spoke about him. Ezrael felt a prick of displeasure as Lucifer called him a child, dealing with the 'grown ups'. 
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He was thankful for Dar'vange telling Lucifer to go back where he belonged; the Underworld. The devilry emanating from this dark deity was great, and Ezrael knew it was best to get rid of him. 
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Lucifer rejected however, flashing a wicked grin, sending a chill over Ezrael. The God of Innocence and Life refused to meet Lucifer's gaze. 
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As Ezrael watched Farazia offer the newest addition to the banquet a rickety and poorly-made stool to sit on, the young God noticed something. The same Goddess who had been whispering into Farazia's ear, the same one Dar'vange had been warning him about, was staring at him, her emerald green eyes narrowed, a small smirk on her face. 
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Ezrael did not recognize this Goddess, this green-skinned, curvaceous succubus, but he knew she was another hater, another enemy. She was an ally of Farazia's, no doubt.
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Ezrael held the green Goddess's gaze for a few long moments, before looking away. 
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She was another enemy, and it made him wonder just how many enemies he had made today. 
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Escora felt a tiny pierce of annoyance as Farazia shooed her away like some pestering fly. She brushed it away as quickly as it came, scolding herself. Farazia had much to do, much to plan, much on her mind. It wasn't surprising that she would such thing, not with the drilling mission almost ready to be launched. Escora was ushered closer by Farazia, and smiled malevolently as the Goddess of Death whispered instructions into her elf-like ear. 
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Escora was ordered back into her seat, and a thrill washed over the Goddess. It was more than the honour to be chosen by Farazia, it was the excitement of the task. If Ezrael defies anything to do with Farazia, he will regret it. She hoped he would, because then Farazia would be pleased with her, and as an added bonus, will get to watch as the young God get taught a very important lesson. 
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She watched the God of Innocence and Life as the banquet went on, and caught his blue gaze as he sensed her watching. 
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That's it, young one, thought the Goddess, smirking. Recognize your enemies, because if you don't, death is waiting. 
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Vixen noticed how the General called the technician in a frenzy, as if he had spotted something in the cameras. She hoped it was a God of somekind, because then that would mean action, and some spilling of deity blood. She left Vladimir to his deeds, and sure enough, the General called upon a few recruits, including her. She eyed her fellow teammates, seeing Jay, a man who liked working alone. Probbly not the best team player, but he was skilled. And then there was ol' Vldimir, the man who killed new recruits for no apparent reason, and a cloaked being standing in the corner, looking ominous indeed. Vixen did not recognize him, but perhaps it was for the best.
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Looks like we'll be working together, thought Vixen, glancing at the assassins. Whether we like it or not.
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Farazia itched to continue her well formulated speech, but she was aware that timing was everything, and keeping each and every God and Goddess on the edge of their seats was vital to such things. The Goddess of Death herself was anticipating the words she would utter next. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, only to be interrupted by someones feet skittering across the dining hall. When she opened her eyes again, she scanned the faces of everyone in the room, searching for the poor soul that dared blunder through her thoughts. All the humor was gone from her features as she bit her tongue until it leaked golden ichor. Who dares. She thought, swallowing her blood. Who in hell dares to be late?


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LAZARUS CHAUNCEY
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Silence. That's all he heard entering the hall. The slow, gradual turn of heads as he was recognised as a latecomer. Moments like this, he would've preferred being swallowed up whole by the floor beneath him. Yet he pulled back his shoulders, hands folded behind is back in a respectful military manner. Of course, being Lazarus, found receiving punishment with your chin held high was often a way of softening the blow. Not that he was often shouted at for much, Laz had often been a model soldier. That and known to be more invested in books than people, which had his eccentricities accepted. That was without understanding he'd been deprived of modern behaviour, and knew almost nothing about the mortals excelling in technology and slang. For gods sakes, he still dressed as if straight out the bloody American Revolution. Nonetheless, he was fully prepared to take the brunt it appeared.
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