GTDRPG: Of Angels and Demons(LIVE)

[kumorilastangel]

Nathan rushed into the east entrance of the camp. Waiting for him was Sara and the rest of his team.

"Nathan…"Sara started.

"I know, I could smell the burning flesh from a mile away." Nathan said unsheathing his sword.

"Mosses, Chris evacuate the camp. Sara, Blaine your with me." He said moving towards the middle of the camp.

Mosses and Chris nodded and moved towards opposite ends of the camp warning people to move with them and to stay away from the center of the camp.

"Oi," Nathan called to Taal upon reaching the middle of the camp. "What's your business here?"
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*/Sigh*.. I figured if we ignored him long enough he would go away. Guess not.

[controls]

Originally Posted by kumorilastangel

"Oi," Nathan called to Taal upon reaching the middle of the camp. "What's your business here?"

Omega stumbled into the middle of the camp, following the stink of burning flesh as he pinched his nostrils together and pressed towards the other individuals standing within the clearing. The angels from Los Andreas and Sunburg had just appeared on the scene, their sights trained on another person that he did not recognize. By that person, a roaring bonfire sent up a pillar of ominously dark smog into the air.


His free hand slipped to his waist and unholstered a revolver as he advanced slowly, his eyes watching the flames slowly lap away at the charred bodies with undisguised revulsion. There was an aura of evil that seemed to radiate from the man, and Omega realized with grim loathing that the person before him was far more demon than human. They seemed to be coming in droves, he thought to himself.


He unplugged his nose, waiting for his gag reflex to settle as he took in the sulfur-stained air, and withdrew his other revolver. He kept his distance, feeling that this demon, like all others, wouldn't settle for peace negotiations.


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[Scuba]

"Oi," Nathan called to Taal upon reaching the middle of the camp. "What's your business here?"


"An invitation to a massacre, what else?" He eyed the people happily, taking a few steps towards the group.

"Murder, Blood, Fire, Destruction, and more. An invitation to a holocaust on the human race" Taal's eyes grew an even brighter red, as if the very flames of hell were being projected through his head. The blood had recently dried, slightly flaking off as his mouth moved to form the words.

[kumorilastangel]

Nathan sighed as the man began to stroll towards the group. He was clearly disturbed and clearly possessed.

"If you wanna fight lets take it somewhere else, shall we?" Nathan said pointing towards an exit.

[_Zephyre_]

Originally Posted by Wixern

'Ted's harmless. Also, how are you doing?' He asked, deciding to make some casual conversation rather than focusing on more harmful subjects. Such as his past.

Ivan's eyes focused on the penguin for a moment before flicking back towards the duo. He sized them up quickly, disguising the movement of his eyes as anxiety.

"I...don't know," he said, scratching an elbow. "Every day I fear for my life. We've already moved out here, how long are we supposed to live like this? Are we just going to keep on running? Isn't there some way we can stop them?"

He glanced over his shoulder before turning back to them.

"The demons, they could even strike from within. I've seen it happen before. Demonic possession, shapeshifting, whatever. And I've heard from some guards that they've found hints of demon presence just outside the camp! You see that patch of charred grass over there?"

He gestured towards the spot where Wixern and Anjio had emerged as the Newborn.

"They say there's something odd about it. What if a hell gate was to suddenly sprout from there?"

Ivan mentally noted how he was sounding like a total fruitcake, but it had to be done.

[Wixern]

BSN noted the man's fear, though something seemed odd about the way he spoke and moved. She decided that it was most likely caused by fear. After all, demons had been everywhere lately. It was rather hard not to notice. And that sort of thing tended to cause anxiety among the common people.

'We're well-defended here.' BSN said as comfortingly as she could. 'Right now, there's plans being made to stop the demons and keep you all safe. In the meantime, this place is guarded by several fighters and angels. I doubt the demons would attack this place.'

Wixern shifted slightly uncomfortably on his feet. Indeed, he remembered there had been a demon outside the camp. And, too, the charred grass had been caused by a demonic presence. The fact that it was his own presence didn't make it any easier.

'It's not a hellgate.' Wixern said, complete certainty in his voice. 'Hellgates tend to be formed out of nowhere, without warning. Demons betray themselves only when they attack, not when they appear.'

He wanted to continue, but BSN had nudged him in the side with her elbow. Meeting her eyes, Wixern understood immediately. He had not been sounding very comforting, and even Ted was now looking around anxiously.

'Anyway, there's nothing to worry about. We're professional adventurers, and if anything would go wrong, we're here to help out those who cannot help themselves.'
Wixern sniffed the air. A strange yet familiar smell drifted through the air. It did not recall anything good.
'What's that smell?' He asked, trying to determine where the wind was coming from.
He didn't need an answer. He just hoped he was imagining it. Because if he wasn't, then they'd have to act quickly.

[_Zephyre_]

"It smells like a corpse pyre," Ivan noted. "Are they cremating the dead?" he asked, a little too stupidly.

[Wixern]

"Yes, because we always take the truckloads of dead people with us whenever we evacuate, just so we can burn them outside the camp where their loved ones can get a nice clear view at them." BSN thought sarcastically, though being careful not to let it slip out of her mouth.

'I don't think it's a cremation. At least, not an intentional one.' She said. 'Also, how do you know how a burning pile of corpses smell, anyway?' BSN asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ted huddled close to Wixern's heel. All this talk about burning corpses was working on his nerves. He could really go for a cold fish right about now...

[_Zephyre_]

"I was part of the refugee group that moved into Sunburg before it was attacked. During our travels, we were forced to defend ourselves from a demon ambush. We couldn't move the corpses along, we didn't have time to bury them and we didn't want to leave them for whatever those demons wanted to do to them, so we made a corpse pyre."

Ivan caught his breath.

"Maybe we should check, and alert the guards if need be."

Ivan dashed out of sight. They wouldn't be able to find him.

[Scuba]

"So hostile towards demons with no reason?" Taal asked in a mocking manner.

"I've simply come to extend an invitation, like I said my little pawn." An underlying malice laced every syllable of his words, even though they were all spoken in a calm tone

[Ailysa]

A narrow streak of light was cast across the crisp bark of a tree trunk. As the sun rose during the first hours after dawn, so did the streak of light expand while the sun’s intensity grew. The scope of the sun shining off the tree trunk enlarged until it projected across the mauve forehead of a sleeping female. The light continued to inch down her face in conjunction with the rising of the sun until it cast across her closed eyelids.

The eyelids twitched and then both eyes opened, only to shut again, while their owner winced from the sudden exposure to the blinding light. The female covered both eyes with her palms for a few seconds, before getting to her feet. Shielding her eyes from the sun with a hand, she walked underneath the canopy of trees towards a Nightsaber beside a stack of MREs.

The feline looked up at the female and then back at the stack of MREs, letting out a bark. The woman laughed at her pet, rubbing at his fur and stroking the feline under its neck, while it smiled in its own special way. =3 She then reached over and grabbed a foil tray from the top of the pile and opened it, to offer the contents to the animal.

As soon as the MRE was placed on the ground, the Nightsaber’s nose dived into the tray and it began to devour the contents ardently. The woman laughed again and then took a tray for herself. She opened the lid to find the tray divided into sections for corned beef, peas and corn, cheese tortellini, bread and a fortified pastry. She took out a plastic spork from an accessory pack, before a man came out of nowhere and snatched the tray from her hands.

“Hey!” the woman cried. “Eirag - give that back!”

Eirag laughed out loud with a huge smirk on his face, before running his tongue along the length of the tray.

His companion twisted her face in disgust. “Argh! You’re just like Bub,” she gestured, waving her hand at the feline whose muzzle was burrowed deep inside his own tray.

Eirag continued to laugh and wagged his finger in the air for emphasis.

“Oh, Ailysa. As they say: you snooze, you loose!”

And with that, he took a step forward abruptly and grabbed the spork out of Ailysa’s clenched fist. She cried out in surprise and then ran after Eirag’s retreating figure, whom held the tray in one hand away from her and the spork in the air with the other. She crinkled her forehead and pursed her lips at his laughter and made a move to try and seize the spork back from him. Eirag raised the spork even higher in the air and continued to chuckle mockingly.

“Come on, Ailysa,” he teased. “Come and get it.”

He held the spork down low in between her eyes and then thrust his fist in the air when she attempted to grab it. Ailysa bared her teeth in indignation and then feinted indifference. When Eirag relaxed, her hand darted out for the spork and when he tried to move his arm away, she latched onto his wrist.

Eirag tried to shake her off, but found his attempts futile and so he brought his arm up as high as he could so that Ailysa wouldn’t be able to reach. She held on and consequently had to step in close to keep hold. They breathed heavily from their struggle, with their faces inches away from each other. The two looked into each other’s eyes, trying to judge the other’s next move. Ailysa’s eyes twinkled with the excitement of their little game and a smile widened as her fingers crept up Eirag’s wrist to his hand. When a finger touched the stem of the spork, Eirag tried to pull his hand away from her and behind him.

As Ailysa persisted to hold on, he lost balance and sensing her opportunity, Ailysa pushed her body weight against him. With one hand already behind himself holding the MRE tray, Eirag toppled backwards, his legs ironically sweeping Ailysa off her feet as he fell and she landed on top of him.

Eirag groaned, having Ailysa fall on him and he dropped the spork in defeat. His victor made no move to get up, panting in tire from the action. Her head rose and fell with Eirag’s every breath and after a minute, she laughed and lifted her head from his chest and pushed herself up. Looking down at Eirag who stayed sprawled on the ground; she nudged him with the toe of her boot jokingly and then placed her foot on his chest as a sign of triumph.

Eirag waved her off sluggishly and then slowly got up, joining in with her laughs. He turned around, to see the entire contents of the MRE scattered on the ground. Bub raised his head up from his own tray and the two Night Elves’ laughs intensified to see Bub’s nose covered with half the MRE’s contents.

The Nightsaber barked at them with dignity, licked his lips and then pattered over to the scattered remains of the MRE.

[terence775]

Artrix groaned as the sun shone on his eyes. He covered his eyes, and sat up. Now that he was feeling better, he could take in his surroundings properly. He was lying down on a thick cloth, and surrounding him were trees and bushes. He skimmed through the view and his eyes rested on two silver specters. A flying lizard (was it a small dragon?), and a large bird. Both of them seemed to be communicating with each other. Artrix stood up and took his swords. The bird was alerted by the sound and turned around, when it saw Artrix standing up, it promptly flew off. A while later, the lady came back, followed by the man. Artrix briefly waved at them. The pain was gone, most of it at any rate.

"Good morning. Do you feel better?" The lady asked, smiling.
"It's about time we got going. Come on, keep those stuff." The man added.

Artrix nodded. He rolled up the cloth and tied it up with a nearby string. When they were ready, the group set off to the nearest city. The man took out a map and studied it for a while.

"We should be able to reach the nearest city by noon if we take our time and walk. If you want to be a part of the Order, you might want to follow us to the capital and try your luck there."

Artrix nodded again.

[Scuba]

Adam :

As the armor corroded away, Adam felt control slowly return to his upper body, though his feet still stood planted to the grassy ground. He took this opportunity to grab his naginata's on his back, shortening the handle with a few screwing motions. His naginata's drooped down towards the ground, as he stood scanning the battlefields terrain.

"Let the fight BEGIN!" the commentator roared, and Adam's feet finally returned to his control. Overhead, simulated fireworks shot into the air, mirrored by real fireworks outside of the stadium. Though few (if any) combatants managed to get a glimpse as their bodies suddenly vaporized from the once glorious hallway.

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Everyone has been spawned into a random direction around the arena. Start meandering and create a nice visual aid as you kill them

Players :

Armand
Prinny
Scuba

[Wixern]

BSN watched the refugee run off, possibly to alert the guards in advance. All the better. If it was a demon, then the last thing they needed were more innocent civilians being blown away. Wixern was already off, heading towards the smoke in the distance.

It was near the edge of camp. The first thing that caught Wixern's eyes was the burning pile of corpses. Somewhere, deep inside, past the revulsion at the stench of death, he felt... glad. Glad to see such useless, worthless weaklings burn. But he shouldn't listen to that sort of thing. It was a beast's thoughts.

Then, his eye moved towards a figure, turned with his back to him. Further, he saw Nathan. Quickly, he motioned Nathan to be silent and not draw attention to Wixern.
He balled his fist. The familiar, smooth feeling of the rapier transforming enveloped his hand. When it was done, he snuck up to the man, who appeared to be laughing happily at the corpse pyre.

BSN watched from a distance, her hands resting on her weapons, just in case. Ted, too, was watching from a distance, ready to slip away should a fight break out.

[Scuba]

A small crack sounded from behind Taal's back, followed by the sudden appearance of a long slender blade in Taal's left abdomen.

"Hm? Who's that?" Taal twisted his head to the left to see what had attacked him. A man with a head resembling a black widow stood behind him, clutching his rapiers handle.

"You think I care what happens to this body?" Taal maintained a wide smile, as his facial features distorted to something crazed like a bloodthirsty fox.