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Souls Lost on Black Tides [WoD]

Saede raised her katana alongside her head, bending her elbow and preparing for a good horizontal strike. She wound up for a brutal strike on the loopy girl, aiming to this time finish this with her life - Her neck. ..Why the hell was she smearing blood over her stomach? Was she some kind of caster? The look in her eyes told her she was enjoying watching her fight, and the way she mocked her with the thought of surrendering made Saede all the more sure that a good strike on her was all the more necessary. Just as the sword was about to descend, the schoolgirl feels a streak of warm energy envelop her back, the jet of flame burning violently and powerfully through her clothes for several seconds on end.. It burned through her skin, making her fall to her knees in pain and scorching her so badly that she was almost unable to move..


Or at least it would have, had it not been for her demonic abilities.


Instead, it almost tickled. Almost. Her sword sailed through the air unimpeded towards her damaged target, the cuter female nurse who lay already in a pile of her own blood. The blade flashed along her neck, once again caught by her hand.. This time, is didn't quite stop her.


The katana pierced into her hand, the momentum propelling it through, but still managed to alter the angle. It cut deep into her chest, knocking the girl at least two feet further down the hallway. There was no blood over in that section, but it wouldn't take long for that to change. ..Melody shouldn't be a problem anymore. The schoolgirl uniform was now hardly recognizable, burned away from the back and torn in several sections. Her midriff was one of these sections, so graciously decorated with the blood of her enemies thanks to the one that now lay not so far from her feet. Her back was another, the entire thing remaining only as tatters.. And finally her skirt, which was singed throughout.. and perhaps would be better left undescribed. (It still managed to cling to her hips in most areas.) ..Though through all this, the fire had left not a mark on her skin.


Saede turned from her last target, facing the one who had the audacity to attack her from behind. Of course, she already knew it was Kal- She had seen his ability before.. And by this, she also knew that Kal had no idea who he was messing with. With a smile, she looked between the other two, then focusing on the traitor. She had given him a chance.. This time, she would hardly be so forgiving. "..If you ask me, you have a higher chance of survival going to hunt down that speaker than you ever will in a fight against me. If your interest is truly in saving yourself, you'd best recognize when you've lost, lest you quickly discover the limits of your new body." The fallen angels takes one hand off of her sword, allowing it to hang alongside her body as she raised her free hand to her head - Dragging her thumb across her throat threateningly. Her gaze was just as serious as the one he gave her, narrowing her eyes and almost daring him to try to attack her. It was a good thing she hadn't left the katana like he had suggested.. That would not have gone down well. It was still despicable that he had manipulated her so, and he sure as hell was going to regret it if he didn't take this chance.


Saede was, after all, a benevolent murderer.
 
Helping Lupus get into a wheelchair, she looks at the hospital. "Damn angel facility..." She says, taking him and moving away from the area as fast as she can... with no signal form her father, help was less likely to come... she would keep trying though as they got away... surely whatever they were doing in there, the cell jamming wasn't TOO far away. "I'll head home now... just be careful and let me know if you spot anything out of the ordinary... also take off your clothes. I'm going to have to burn them." She instructs the wheelchaired man.
 
Evelyn, with the help of her beloved, sat up in front of him. As Robbert carefully cut the rope that bound her wrists, the woman tried her best to ignore the pain. His clothes were ragged and wet, yet still the same as what she remembered from all those years ago. She couldn't stop the tears that overflowed from her eyes as she took in the pirate's form. Once free, she leaned in, pushing him against the mast and kissed him. She made it as passionate as possible, trying to relay all the feelings she had felt over the long years she had waited for him. While the two were caught up in a kiss, Evelyn slowly moved her hand to her thigh, grabbing something there. Without any warning she thrust her arm forward at Robbert's stomach, a dagger piercing his flesh. She moved away from the kiss, leaning closer before he could stop her. As she moved closer the dagger sunk deeper. She rested her head on his shoulder, her lips near her his ear.


"Oh my love, how long I have wished for this moment to come." She nuzzled his neck, twisting the knife that was in his abdomen."I finally get to kill the man who lead me to my death."
 
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Robbert's look changed from one of joy to one of confused bewilderment as the dagger stuck into his body. He looked down to the dagger to his love, his Eve. "W-wh..." He tried to find the words to say, he had never thought she would stab him so. He felt his eyes misted over as he just looked at her. He lead to her death, could that be true? He wish he knew what he did to make her suffer so. But he tried to come back for her, surely that must mean something to her. Did he waste all the countless years, all the sleepless nights trying to save her? Was his love a lie to disappear like a star in the sky. Was this a trick of some sort, for once in his life and afterlife the pirate did not know what to do. He touched the face of his wife as he felt everything start to fade.


Robbert woke in another room, he was bound with what looked like a wood in his chest. "Well just what I need, more wood in my body." He muttered to himself as he looked around. Another asylum? Robbert was starting to get sick of being locked away.
 
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Eidolon looked towards the changing man, those gnarled teeth and that pale complexion - but it was those glowing eyes and his intense bloodlust that filled the air that made it very apparent that this being in front of him was indeed a Vampire of some kind. "Oh, what do you know, the bat's got claws! Well at least you've got something to prevent yourself from being completely ravaged! It's really a shame though, such a shame...THAT I HAVE TO FIGHT SOME STINKIN' VAMPIRE FREAK!" He cackled out to the air, his green eyes glowing across the room as he parted his hands aside and knew of his weapons in my mind, very apparent with what he wanted to use and what his desires were. "COME AT ME YOU, PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A FAILED CREATURE! THEY CALLED YOUR KIND ABOVE HUMANS BUT YOU'RE JUST THE WORMS HIDING BENEATH OUR FEET, AREN'T YOU!? Come out into the daylight and fight me, you Shitty Vampire~!"
 
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"Ah thank you.." Lupus said his thanks as he was helped out of the window and into a wheelchair, it was a great relief to be out of that mad house. He made one last glance back through the window toward the locked door, he was 100 percent sure what had happened but it concerned him a great deal. From what he had spectated Yuzuki and the two others seemed to be on the same side until the nurse that had taken his blood test, Lisa, had spoken to them and from there it seemed that everyone was the katana wielding blonde's enemies. As he was pushed along by Yuzuki after her call failed Lupus continued to maul over the ideas in his head. What could have happened to cause a discord among the three? Did Lisa reveal some important information? Or perhaps they cast a spell of some sort? Lupus didn't really know the capabilities of angels so he couldn't say for sure, he hoped that the blonde made it out, he'd like to have a nice long chat about what the hell was going on if Yuzuki could not produce the answers he desired. Lupus slowly ran a hand through his red hair releasing an exasperated sigh, hunters, werewolves and now angels, this was surely turning out to be quite the thrill ride...


Lupus was finally brought out of his trance by Yuzuki's words of warning, she was right, the angels could be following them...but to take off his clothes in public. Lupus sighed. "Very well, just get into the apartment complex and I'll start stripping, try not to enjoy it too much..." Lupus said sarcastically joking as he began to unbutton his shirt for the second time that day in the hunter's presence, he understood her precautions even he had his own when he was at work, hence the cane that he still held in his lap. Finally they entered the large building as Lupus took off his shirt to reveal his pale skin once again to the hunter. "I'll have to wait till i have a chance in the apartment to properly remove my pants and such." Lupus said, he was reluctant to burn such fine clothes but then again it wouldn't be worth the risk, besides he had plenty more suits in his apartment.


Meanwhile Oliver followed the two hunters from the hospital in relative silence, occasionally looking back at the hospital in wonder, the dog had been very confused as to what had transpired. Find Lupus, bad nurse, run, find people, help Lupus,bad noise, pain, snuggle Lupus. Were the events the the dog had in his head, perhaps it was good that he had found those to people since the nurses didn't seem very friendly. 'I was right! Bad nurse lady!' Olivier thought happily to himself, he knew there was something wrong with her, she felt different... but so were the other two that he'd had found even though they had helped! Oliver's self esteem grew more as he thought of the good job he had done, but he still had his doubts. He noticed that his friend and the other woman pushing him along had left behind the people he had gotten for help, maybe they would make it out alright? Oliver thought as he stopped and looked back at the hospital, maybe...
 
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@Trickster Queen


"Let me tell you something, you lunatic..." Sword clenched his fist in anticipation for the coming fight, his veins rippling with power. "My master is the second most powerful person in this city, and he hand-picked me to do the job of making sure people like you aren't a problem. I'm not going to disappoint him. We're not worms, we are the kings! You can't compare to the power that Orfeo has given me, even if it's only a fraction of his!" He started to step forward and the entire area started to shake and rumble as if there was a small earthquake in the space. "What's this now, another trick?" The coins on the floor jingled and clanged, and the dragon overhead roared a warning cry as if something was happening. Coins started to jump and clang together, rattling in their piles. "Whatever, let's just get this started already." Sword continued his approach, the red tinted eyes of his glaring forward. He had a strong presence about him, and the strength that he exhibited may have caused a ripple through the space, or it could have been something else. However, it would be enough to prevent the detective from getting a significant advantage to start off the battle from the starting banter. Sword was unwavered and full of confidence. He was ready to hunt. The duel had begun.

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Session 1, Scene 3: Hunters are Hunted





  • Melody screamed out even though it was completely unneeded to do so. She tried to call away on her hands and knees, her entire outfit covered in splotches of blood. The blood leaked from her hands as she desperately yelped out to her ally. "Help me, Helen...it hurts." She coughed up blood and stopped moving for a moment, then desperately tried to continue on. Her eyes fluttered as she struggled to remain conscious. Her life was fading fast, it seemed.


    Helen's legs buckled and her eyes grew wet with tears of frustration. She used her inhuman speed to rush over to aid Melody, wondering why she was feeling pain at all...that wasn't normal. Had she already fallen and succumbed to the sins of the flesh? Was she actually pretending to be on their side this whole time? Was that somehow possible?! Could she already be a demon who hijacked their system and used it to their advantage? Helen heard of such a thing being possible, but regardless she rushed as fast as she could...hoping to be fast enough to zoom past Saede so she could heal her friend. "You monster! You hurt Melody!" Helen, in her own way, was getting overly emotional as well. Everyone in the hospital seemed to be at the breaking point of their sanity...as if they weren't used to this. Helen ran like a beast toward the injured girl, lacking any sort of form or posture as she charged animalistically. She zoomed past Saede before even she could react and placed a quantum barrier over top of melody with an outstretched hand. The barrier would reverse the causality of her wounds, slowly causing the worst of them to dissipate and close up. She didn't have enough time to heal her completely, but she had enough time to prevent her from dying within a few moments like she was going to originally. "You'll be ok...just...relax." Helen said as she laid her hands over her with care, attempting to stop the blood flowing out from her body. "God didn't save me...do you think that means that God doesn't care about me...God's power wasn't strong enough..." Melody continued to cough, clearly still heavily injured and covered with her own blood. "She's just the devil, don't say things like that!"





    That's when Saede would remember something about this place.


    She would swing her sword, slicing through dummies in the same sort of blank white rooms that she found before. After training they would heal her in the same manner. This is where she was trained to fight alongside other angels who were very young in their reincarnative cycles. It all made a bit more sense. These nurses where the angelic equivalent of children (even though they were in the bodies of adult nurses). At least Saede might have closer to a teenager or young adult by the same scale, but these girls had hardly any training.


    Kal meanwhile started to walk off towards where he saw Lisa moving to, realizing that Saede was right. She had shrugged off his fire like it was nothing...and to him it really shook his faith in God. How strong was God if this girl could stand against the flame of the angels?

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With the control over the domain of mind as his sword and the twisting of space as his shield, Eidolon was more than ready to take on this Vampire, it was too much fun otherwise. With a sweep of his hand across the air it would seem as though Sword's very mental senses were being altered and in a moment Eidolon's body was right in front of him, a pistol to the man's forehead which unleashed a bullet and the pain that seared through him felt very real but it wasn't lethal. As though tearing away at this very consciousness it would produce the sensations of the brain being pricked by needles over and over to countless amounts until it could finally fade. No matter the physical fortitude a Vampire had, no one could protect their mind if they only focused on brute strength.


That was only the first instance though as when Sword's eyes would snap back to the reality before him, he hadn't stopped moving, it was a split second yet his movements could feel the impact still lingering. Another strike, following the immediate one previously began to claw at the back of his head with the echoing screams of all those that Sword had encountered, memories flooding back and being altered into hellish nightmares of being changed into Gorey messes and yells of agony. It may not have inflicted the same pain as the first one did but it would hardly leave the man unscathed emotionally.


The same wash of relief welled over the other as the imagery and mental trickery had ceased but now Eidolon's body began to wane and swerve, even move now and then like a glitch. His control over space was providing him a mighty defense against any attempts on harming him and he aimed to use it to the fullest potential.


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Robbert felt so tired of these games that others played with him, he was not even sure if there was an end goal any more. Why should he care about holding a peaceful meeting with this person? Where had that got him? Locked up again, that's where! He was not even sure if his love would be the same after all these years, maybe she did hate him. "Do it, carry hell to their doorsteps!" The man clenched his fists. If everyone was going to use him and lock him up, he would have vengeance and make them all pay.
 
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Upon getting close to her House, Yuzuki discarded her shirt and pants, anything that the angels touched, and threw it into a neighboring dumpster... Lupus' too when he took them off, leaving her in her in her black bra and panty set... which jiggled a little as she turned, the sun immediately heating her skin up, and she gave a 'bleh' sound... she hated the heat. Her skin was silky smooth, almost completely unblemished and she laughed.


She sped the two up to her apartment, quickly shutting the door and locking it. She set sleeper and dreamer down on the table, going to but on some clothes, tossing Lupus a robe... it was pink but he had more things to worry about than his pride. "Keep watch for a bit. Make sure there's nothing coming our way." She says. "We got out with our lives but I doubt a bunch of god's little soldiers will forgive me for putting one down... at least I hope she's dead." She says


"...I need some time to think." Yuzuki says, setting up her canvas and paints, beginning to imagine a painting forming. "Seren, tell me everything you know about angels... and how to deal with them. I may have to call for Lucefuge assistance if they are all as strong as that one." She says... and her hand begins to move.
 
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[Emotions = True]


The sudden revelation of the experience of these nurses gave Saede something akin to a shock to system; not only because it was the first thing she remembered about being an angel, but because she realized that these angels might have never posed a threat to her in the first place. ..And with 'Melody' talking about how God had abandoned her, it hit very close to home. ..She was not the devil, she was still an angel at heart.. At least, she told herself so. Her adrenaline still ran strong, but with two opponents gone, one heavily wounded, and the last trying to revive her companion she managed to convince herself not to follow through with their executions.


..Though the sirens still blared, Saede took a step towards the two girls. "..Is this your first mission?" She asked in a serious tone, blood still dripping from her sword - which now lay flat alongside her leg, indicating she meant not to attack them. "..If what you say is true, then god will not save you.. You find yourself in an identical situation to mine own, as well as.. Kal's." She glances over to the torchbearer, who seemed to be going the other way. Hm. Seems he had come to his senses. ..But his betrayal still remained fresh in her head. Only a moment ago he had tried to incinerate her, and would have killed her without hesitation.. No. She wouldn't call him back to help her. Her gaze returns to the two angels, looking over them with a sad look on her face.. "..Now that you no longer have the grace of god with you, it would be wise to understand that you will not go through another reincarnation cycle. Helen, should you wish to see Melody breathing for more than the next ten minutes, I recommend you help me bring her to someplace safe.. Unless we'd rather wait for your companion to return with backup and decide to execute her for her new form, of course. She leaves a brief pause, approaching again with the intent of covering her wounds with the cloth of her nurse garb.. Or a strip of her own uniform that fell off. It didn't really matter, as long as she stopped bleeding. "Are you with me? We should be able to get her some bandages somewhere.. We are in a hospital, but we don't have long." Her voice carried a sense of urgency, the girl completely ignoring the fact that her body was more than half exposed.. She could find a doctor's coat or a nurse's top somewhere here after all. ..It was all she could do to hope that they might trust her.
 
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Finally with a bit of a struggle Lupus was finally able to get his clothes off and hand them to Yuzuki. "Here you g- oh..." As he turned to give his clothes Lupus was left speechless looking at Yuzuki's pale form clad in only her undergarments. "Um, yes, let's carry on shall we?" Lupus said blushing as he hastily turned his head forward, of course they both had to strip in case they were bugged. He should have been expecting that. For the rest of his time getting wheeled up Lupus mulled over while the image of Yuzuki that was branded into his memory. Her smooth pale skin, the light as it hit her form, the slight giggle as she tu-. Lupus quickly shook his head, these were not the thoughts he should be having right now...


After what seemed like an eternity the two hunters had finally made it back to the apartment, Lupus simply sat there for a little bit until he was tossed the pink robe. "Ahh thank you, I have a suit in the same color actually..." Lupus said with a slight smile as he begins to put on the robe. "Yes, getting out with our lives was quite nice, but now I'm a bit curious as to why there are so many angels in that hospital, and why they were all trying to fight that blonde girl... Looks like my work will never be done at this rate." Lupus says as he take out his phone and earbuds, it was time to relax a bit.


Lupus puts one ear bud into his ear, playing the album 'dark side of the moon' as he watches the artist set up her materials to begin painting. As he watched he couldn't help but notice that she seemed to talk to someone, Seren was it? It got Lupus thinking, his information did tell him that there were some hunters that contracted with demons in the city, perhaps she was one of them... wait she was a Lucefuge so that only made the chances higher... 'So let's see she's trigger happy, a sweetheart half the time, a commanding mistress the other half, and now most likely contracted with a demon, she's quite the package alright...' Lupus thought to himself with a slight grin as he watched the artist continue her work.


The artist seemed calm and composed as she painted, as if the events that had transpired before had no effect on her work whatsoever. Lupus had to commend her for that, she had shot him and an angel and escaped a hospital with their lives and now they, now they would probably be hunted down, yet nothing seemed to sway her. Is this what artists were like? Lupus thought as he watched Yuzuki gracefully drag her brush along the canvas, each stroke having its own distinct meaning and purpose. To Lupus it looked like she truly loved what she did, he smiled, she wasn't so bad after all aside from her little fiasco with guns she seemed pretty normal to him. 'Well she does have a demon most likely, have to watch out for that...' As a Negotiator Lupus didn't have any bias towards anything, supernatural and human alike, but that didn't mean he couldn't be cautious around such things, especially if they could be capable of killing him...


After about an hour it seemed that Yuzuki had begun to take a break, as she began to clean up Lupus gave a slow gentle clap. "Well, that was quite the performance, I would request an encore but I'm not one to make demands and it seems you're taking a break." Lupus said with a chuckle to show he was joking. "So besides hunting, you paint for a living? How does that work out for you?" Lupus asked quizzically interested to know a bit more about the artist.


Meanwhile Oliver was nowhere to be seen, perhaps he was out walking or somewhere around the apartment napping, either way he wasn't in either hunters line of sight.
 
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  • @Trickster Queen


    Sword reeled backward as his mind was literally blasted apart by the bullet. He could hardly focus, he was already thrown off balance. His body tried to recover from the shock that rattled through his soul, but the screams doubled his pain, causing him to stumble and shake as he struggled to push forward. He gritted his fanged teeth in pain as he trudged forward through his own mind. In a strange, sadistic way...the screams began to empower him as he started to gain momentum again. In that instant he sprung upward. Coins jumped and janged at his feet as he started to fly just below the dome that served as a ceiling. He focused all of his energy into the one punched and honed his focus toward his prey. He used the power that Orfeo gifted him with to enhance his upcoming punch with supernatural strength. He flew downwards toward the mage like the hawk that he said he was, slamming his fist into the glitching form, managing to make a slight impact before his opponent teleported away in the instant after. The shockwave from his empowered fist caused the gold around them to shake in ripples and cascade upwards in waves. The air itself almost exploded, and this blast of air would be what would buffer his opponent the most if he wasn't careful to avoid it too. "Tch! He can move that fast?!" Sword landed, huffing and out of breath as he searched around the arena until his opponent appeared again.


 
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Yuzuki closed her eyes, steadying her breath slowly. Open up your senses, close off the infinite abyss of unneeded thoughts. The key to art was realizing the words spoken by your heart. Projecting the facets of your soul onto canvas was the mark of a true artist. All famous painters had that quality, and Yuzuki wanted nothing more than to reach that level of mastery. Whether it was off the field, or on it, Yuzuki was an artist. She lived the life of one, never understood, never recognized. Even when Yuzuki died, her art wouldn't be appreciated until long in the future. It was a sad fate that Yuzuki had come to terms with, but that wasn't going to stop her from making her artwork... the more images of her soul she could get out, the more the world would understand her, even hundreds of years in the future.


First came charcoal... the blueprint. Where as most artists prefered to sketch their art on a normal sheet of paper first, she didn't need such things. That was how designs, and art, got stolen. No, she had the image in her head. Her soul was speaking to her of her encounter with the divine. Yuzuki had a demon in her and thus didn't like angels, but there was something about them she couldn't help but be drawn to. The poor creatures. They were held to impossible standards and if they came to understand the plight of humanity they were cast out. They were associated with the color white. White meant purity... it was also blank, devoid of color, much like a canvas. That meant that all that was needed for such beings to become truly beautiful was to color them... stain them with the sin of humanity. It could be said then, that the angels who fell, and by association demons, were the embodiment of beauty. It also meant that she, the daughter of the devil, was a true artist.


She never once regretted her lineage. She understood long ago that angels were supposed to represent order, and demons chaos. Chaos was a good thing. Chaos made people wish for better lives, a better fate. It made people strive to invent, to create, to become. If the world was strictly order, it would be at a standstill, they would still be in the dark ages. The first time she had gone to church she knew this, and she rejected the fate that God wished for the world to be. She, born of chaos, would embody the work that he and what she felt all demons stood for- expression. Perhaps thats what drew her to making a contract with Seren in the first place.


She worked on her sketch, her hand moving itself. Thinking was the enemy. Thinking set your mind apart from your soul. To create art you had to feel it. The angels she had encountered, they would be immortalized in art. The woman she had originally contacted, the one she shot, the ones fighting. Yes, angels in the middle of combat, that was to be her piece. Some details would be changed. The battle would take place somewhere... not a hospital, but somewhere just as public... a church. Yes, that was both symbolic and would give off a feeling of grace. The katana wielding woman... she now held a sword that cackled with electricity. The gunshot woman would remain... this was modern times , and why couldn't there be a gun toting woman? It's not like angels had to stick with bows the entire time. The times changed and for beings there were supposed to be quasi-perfect to wield such outdated technology was just dumb. She drew it as if one was looking at the battle from the side of the angels. The sword wielding woman had falling black feathers... another woman had feathers that were a mix of white and black. She knew that wasn't how it worked usually, but art could be whatever it wanted to be. What was god going to do, sue her?


There, the rough sketch was complete. It was the charcoal only bit, Yuzuki would add the paint in the moment. She set her tools down, only now thinking about what Seren had said. 'So every angel is different then? Are there any generic countermeasures one can take, perhaps a way to ward them off? I'd like to angel proof this place as much as i could. Doubtless we'll be targeted eventually.'


She turned to register Lupus' words. "How it works? That's an interesting question... sometimes i get by easily, sometimes it's a struggle... just like art itself. It can be anything. When my art fails i have other ways to obtain money so it's not like i'm in trouble if no one buys. I do have a measure of confidence in my work however."


She stretched her arms out for a moment. "Hunting is something I do because that in and of itself is art. By taking a life of the unnatural I turn a stain on life's canvas into another splotch of art. Though most never notice it, the loss of one monster means more canvas for humanity to work with. This universe is a masterpiece, those who would dare to halt even a single brush deserves death."


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Saede's cautious approach to attempt to pick up Melody was not met with the support she had expected. Instead, the last nurse turned with the same supernatural speed as before, sending her fist rocketing towards her face. The fallen angel suddenly dodges the hit with a grace of her own, narrowing her eyes at the one who was still hostile and preparing to dodge a follow up strike. As much as she hated to admit it, the punch came very close to her.. And she shuddered the think what it might have done to her. Saede dropped into a crouch, raising her sword between them reflexively. "Listen, or neither of you two will come out of this situation alive!" She snapped, thankful that the alarm had finally stopped. The silence soothed her ears, and gave them the opportunity to talk without the terrible noise that had been present throughout the battle. "There is nothing left to protect in the hospital, I already went down there and broke the portal. Maybe you won't be abandoned by god, but your friend, Melody, has. That is a fact. Unless you provide the damn medical skills you were so graciously selected to work with, she will die. After which, god will come for her and kill her. Hell, maybe you too for healing her. If he had any sense of reason, I wouldn't be here in the first place." Taking a step back, Saede pointed a sword to her opponent. ..She was quite tired of dancing around the hospital floor, slashing and stabbing. The sweat from her forehead might have given it away, or perhaps the way she panted with each breath.. The fact that she had come this far with all her limbs was just as pleasing to her as it was surprising. Whatever she was in heaven, she was a damn good one. "..With that being said, there is only one thing left in this hospital worth protecting. ..And you are standing between her and safety. If god sent you on a mission to kill off your fellow angel there, then props to you for passing with flying colors. Otherwise, I might just have to complete your mission for you."" Her golden hair fell alongside her battered clothes, and Saede stared directly into her eyes; giving Helen the impression that she was willing to fight to complete her goal if she needed to.
 
"I see...." Lupus thought to himself as he mused over Yuzukis words. Her whole world seemed to revolve around art, hunting was an art, killing was an art, the universe was some sort of masterpiece. Lupus could understand what she was saying but only to a certain degree, but that was natural, you can never fully see someones perspective on things unless you walked a mile in their shoes so to speak. 'I guess everyone has there own way to see the world...' Lupus thought to himself. 'Who am I to judge what others think, everyone just covers their eyes with different set of wool so they could be happy.'Even Lupus did that for years, but now things had changed, he had felt a change... but those were thoughts for another time.


"So, those who dare stop the stroke of the brush deserve a swift death, ay? That seems pretty brutal even for a hunter. Is there no emotion? No feeling of regret when you take a creature's life? Whether it be a vampire or a demon, or do you just feel like you're fulfilling your duty to keeping the universe spinning?" Lupus said pressing on about what the woman spoke of, "Turning a blotch into a piece of art". "You make it sound like the canvas of our world should only be for humanity alone and you're simply clearing up more space.... I hate to say it but do you really think that's the best idea? I've worked in this field for a while as a negotiator and I've seen my share of the good and bad, and I can say for sure I've seen some parts of humanity that are better of dead compared to some super natural... but that's just from what I've seen." Lupus finished leaning back in his chair, his line of work gave him more insight on the supernatural than most hunters who would rather go guns blazing and kill off any super natural they could find. It was sickening, sure they were different but everyone was trying to live and fend for themselves in this dark world in which they lived together, could you really just condemn them without giving them a chance? That was why Lupus had joined the Thules, they sought to gather information and help the world, not simply kill anything that goes bump in the night. The idea of meaningless killing was ridiculous! There had to be some other reason to kill something besides 'There different from us.' If hunters simply did that they would be no better than when Hitler killed the Jews or the mass genocide of the Tutsi's in Rwanda...
 
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"Do you know what's common in most monster lore?" Yuzuki asked, grabbing a soda from the fridge and sitting down, opening it and taking a sip of the ambrosia., leaning her head back and looking at the ceiling. "Vampires use us for food. They drink our blood and make us into them. The undead are those that rise again, seeking for another chance or reaching the pearly gates... if they even exist." She says. "In this world, Humanity is strong only when we're together... most can't do a thing to a large group, but when the sun ticks into darkness and it's time for humans to sleep, they prey on us. Alone, we're weak. We're helpless to the thousands of things that can invade our homes and kill us. Humanity is a race, not a source of food, not a bag of flesh for ghosts to ride or for vampires to enthrall with their charms. Not to be killed by wolves, not to fall prey to... anything!" She says


I noticed this when i began my vigil a few years ago...I was attacked by a group of zombies. They didn't care about me. I was merely nourishment for them. I had only a few seconds to recognize it...I was going to die. I can never forget my first performance... I took the gun in my purse and shot it down, then the next one... then the next one, until my clip ran out and none stood before me. Shortly after I woke to my devil blood... I vowed that I would hunt those that scorn humanity. Humans are weak? Ha, they've never met me." She says. "The problem with my earlier attempt was that I was alone against a group of them... if I had my teammates, other members of the lucefuge, I would have been much better off... and with you as my ally, I won't need to go in blind anymore. You can feed me information... provided you learn about something besides werewolves. I'm really counting on you."


She gets up. "Welp, my break is over i think... a battle of angels isn't going to draw itself."
 
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  • @DARK7


    There was a knock at the door, and as the sound echoed, Oliver would bark as he picked up a powerful scent from the visitor. A strong, very primal, sort of scent. "H-h-hello...I'm l-looking for someone named Y-y-yuzuki...Is a-anyone t-there? I have a w-warrant." A stuttering man's voice quivered uncontrollably at the door.


 
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Yuzuki had finished it... her masterpiece. Proudly setting the work to the side she smiles, taking in the work with a renewed sense of pride... this was her work, no one else's... no one could paint such a masterpiece so easily... truly, she was an artist... if only that bastard at the museum could accept her work. It was glorious. Angels fighting one another, looking like the girls fought against. If anything, she hoped that the people who saw this art would see them, recognize them, and subsequently kill them off... but that was but a dream.


Then, her mind went silent... like, silent silent. It was like the radio she had in the back of her head went silent all of a sudden... her mind was on it's own... and that made her a bit nervous. Then the knock on the door. "...already?" She thought went and grabbed Sleeper and dreamer, stepping back if it came to a fight... and it would. She listened... a warrant for her? No, that was completely bullshit. She shook her head vigorously to Lupus, hoping the idiot would get the message. What officer would be stammering like that? Truthfully she was the officer's daughter but that was no excuse. Plus, her father would have kept her out of any incidents involving what happened, and even if he hadn't, there was no way an arrest warrant could be secured in only two hours. This was a trap, logic dictated it would have to be... she hoped Lupus was smart enough to think about this as well as she did.


It was already time to perform.
 
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"Very well, you got me there, Miss Yuzuki...Partners huh? Never thought I'd see the day I'd have a partner in the field but none the less i must say i look forward to it..." Lupus said as he leaned back in his chair, a wide grin spreading across his face. It was nice to know there was a reasonable person behind that hunter mirage of hers, a method to her madness he mused~. Something inside Lupus sort of stirred as the artist mentioned ally and working to together, was it the feeling of being with her? No that couldn't be it, he had the same feeling when he had first met Oliver. The feeling of being with someone apart of a group..., a pack... It was probably just another urge brought on by his blood, to be apart of a pack. While he was thinking something else crossed his mind, it sounded like Yuzuki had a great disdain for the supernatural, so what would she think of him if she found out he was related to one of those "Monsters", the Wolf...


After their short talk Lupus fell into silence once more and continued to watch Yuzuki paint, until the science was interrupted by a knock on the door followed a shaky voice talking about a warrant and Oliver's barking. Wasn't Yuzuki just trying to call the police earlier for protection and such? Why was there someone here with a warrant now? No there's was something wrong here, Oliver would never act his way if it was a normal person, Lupus knew that for a fact... He turned to look at Yuzuki who was shaking her head vigorously at him, he rolled his eyes in response as if to say 'Of course there's something wrong, I'm not that stupid...'. "Oliver..." Lupus whispered and snapped his fingers twice bringing the small corgi waddling back into Lupus's lap. He gave a silent nod toward Yuzuki and mouthed the words: 'Not Normal' hoping she would take the hint that who ever was at the door may not be human... Yuzuki may have had her assumptions and knowledge but Lupus had Oliver to help him with hat, he could always trust the dog, they were best friends after all.
 
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"When first I landed in Liverpool, I went upon a spree


Me money alas I spent it fast, got drunk as drunk could be


And when that me money was all gone, 'twas then I wanted more


But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more





Once more, boys, once more, go to sea once more


But a man must be blind to make up his mind to go to sea once more



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I spent the night with Angeline too drunk to roll in bed

Me watch was new and me money too, in the morning with them she fled


And as I walked the streets about, the whores they all did roar


There goes Jack Strapp, the poor sailorlad, he must go to sea once more



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Once more, boys, once more, go to sea once more


There goes Jack Spratt, the poor sailorlad, he must go to sea once more



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And as I walked the streets about, I met with the Rapper Brown


I asked him for to take me on and he looked at me with a frown


He said last time you was paid off with me you could no score


But I'll give you a chance and I'll take your advance and I'll send you to see once more



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Once more, boys, once more, send you to sea once more


I'll give you a chance and I'll take your advance and I'll send you to see once more



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He shipped me on board of a whaling ship bound for the arctic seas


Where the cold winds blow through the frost and snow and Jamaica rum would freeze


But worse to bear, I'd no hard weather gear for I'd spent all money on shore


'twas then that I wished that I was dead and could go to sea no more
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No more, boys, no more, go to sea no more


'twas then that I wished that I was dead and could go to sea no more
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So come all you bold seafaring men, who listen to me song


When you come off them long trips, I'll have you not go wrong


Take my advice, drink no strong drink, don't go sleeping with them whores


Get married instead and spend all night in bed and go to sea no more



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No more, boys, no more, go to sea no more


Get married instead and spend all night in bed and go to sea no more..."



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Robbert was locked in his locket, the last gift he got from his wife. It used to be a place where he could be at peace and feel close to her but today it was anything but that. He was too full of despair as he sang. He looked out and saw that his body was still where he had left it, bound up in a padded room. "Your crew is so far less then impressive. Not much of a captain are you." The Wraith said to his shadows giving him a taste of his own medicine. "I thought you wanted to captain this ship, you don't even know what it can do, do you?."
 
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Saede felt both horrified and very satisfied that she had managed to corrupt both of her opponents. ..No, not just both of her opponents; but Kal too. Of the four angels she had met, three of them were now demons, in the same situation as her. ..With their memories, of course. That was a primary difference she couldn't ignore. ..When she had first awoken she remembered nothing of being an angel or a human.. She had friends and such, but she failed to keep them. Apparently she wasn't the same as before. Over time she had adjusted, but it had been difficult. It felt so bittersweet, taking away God's minions while forcing them to go through what she had. These former angels were gonna have a hell of a time blending in. As Helen leaps at her with her foot coming in with a dangerously powerful arc, she pivots backwards, allowing her to sail past. Saede focused on her 'opponent,' who had insisted on not only attacking her, but killing her. ..However, she was a long ways away from dying, and she could tell that Helen was quickly running out of steam. God, if they weren't already the biggest beacon in the whole city for angels to come pick them off , then they were now. She didn't know much about aether besides that it fueled her powers, but if even she could see it then no doubt god could. And it was probably safe to assume that God was not one to waste time. A moment after Helen lands, she stares at her, activating her own energy to read into her desires..


..She could use these to her advantage..


"..Tainted." Saede announces, staring at her seriously. She could keep this up all day, Helen had hardly managed to hand a hit. "That was quick.. You're one of us now. Welcome to the dark side, hero." Only out of the corner of her eye did she notice Lisa, who didn't seem to be pursued by Kal.. And she didn't seem to be doing anything innately dangerous. A vase of flowers fell beside her, which she moved away from nonetheless. The speaker was still an enemy; and perhaps the most dangerous one. They might track the scent.. Or.. Something.. Saede didn't know, but it couldn't be good. "..Like it or not, we're wasting our lead that we have on the choir of saints that's now out for all our blood. We need to get out of this damned hospital and get Melody to safety. ..You're allowed to come too if you decide to calm down and want to see any of the world aside from these plain white walls. ..Being alive isn't half bad, but if you don't stop trying to fight the inevitable you wont get to experience even that."
 
@NovaPheonix @Xistund

Orfeo's Haven - Level 3 - Padded Cell

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There was a knock at the door, muffled through the padding. It was deep, as if from a large hand against the metal, but was done in a silly sort of beat:

*Knock, Knock, Kno-knock, Knock.... Knock! Knock!*

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The metal-door over the viewing-slot clicked and slid out of place, and a pair of reddish-brown eyes glanced in, focusing on Robbert as a deep, gruff voice with a French accent called in with an incongruously singsong tone "Hel-lo!~" The eyes scanned over him, pupils focusing, brow furrowing, "Oh... ZAT is not something I typically see..."


The slot closed and the latches on the door began to click open, before finally, the handle itself clicked and the door swung open wide, revealing a huge man wearing a tailored suit. Although Robbert had never met the man, there was an eerily familiar air about him... His footsteps landed heavily on the padded floor, he breathed confidence, and he swayed like a boxer in a grocery store as he walked.


The 6-foot-5 man strode in, casually, as if completely unconcerned about the potential danger the prisoner might pose, proving that he was either very dangerous or terribly naive. He leaned in, giving his captive a curious look over, head tlting for a moment. Finally he spoke again, as if he'd come to an objective conclusion on some complex matter, "You are not a Vampire." He gave a nod, to punctuate the point, still looking over his captive...
 
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  • @Zayuz


    Helen took the body of the bloody nurse into her arms, carrying her like a corpse towards the exit of the hospital without saying much more. She expected Saede to follow. Most of the girl's wounds were sealed now, so she wasn't dripping blood, but she was still covered in it. "You must be tired too, we should probably refuel over here." Helen walked towards the room where Saede had entered and placed Melody down gently. She placed her hand on the computer and took a breath, taking in the Aether that was within the complex angelic machine and expecting Saede to do the same. "They have a file on you here, you know...I remember seeing in my uplink that you were born here. I didn't dig much further, because I didn't care. That Cover...the body that you have now, its whole life was manufactured to set up your Cover. It's the same as us. We were grown here, created...not born, but we had parents on record and received all the training we needed to be nurses. It seems like you don't remember...that's a bit strange. I just figured you might want to know that...We never got to have real lives...until now." She spoke in a tough, uncaring, and shallow voice. She may not have been an angel anymore, but her real personality sounded more just like a darker version of one. She sounded a bit jaded, but it seemed reasonable considering what she just explained.


    Picking her up again after finishing her meal, Helen headed for the exit of the hospital by instinct without even needing to look up at the signs. The large double doors of the place opened out to them with little resistance, Helen seeming to use a bit of her concentration to do so. She still had some influence over the hospital left for the time being, but it was fading quickly.


    They exited out into a street on the East Side on a sunny afternoon. Helen took a backstreet, waiting for the fallen angel in order to give her a chance to keep up. As she carried the near-dead body into the darkness, her green eyes glinted with a newfound power and passion. She was free now. Free to walk the streets, free to do what she wanted, no longer chained by God and her mission. Now she could make a mission for herself, and she simply wanted to make sure nobody else close to her was hurt. "Where are we supposed to go now?" She looked toward Saede, expecting her to have an answer.


    (( 1 beat for learning about past [1/5] ))


    (( Aether Restored: +4 [8/10] ))


    (( Willpower Gained, Surviving the fight [2/4] ))




Session 1, Scene 3 End

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