GTDRPG: Of Angels and Demons(LIVE)

[Wixern]

@Controls: Thank you. I'll start mingling in the battle now, assuming that Epsilon and his opponent fell down one level below Wixern and BSN.

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Wixern and BSN held their ground as a massive explosion shook the building. They could hear stones falling, and the sounds of battle prickled their imagination.

They rushed into the room, only to find that half of the room had been blown away by the explosion. Down below, they saw two figures. One was quite obviously a hellspawn, though it looked like a higher class than the petty demons Wixern and BSN had fought before.

The other figure... They weren't sure of. However, it was fighting the hellspawn, and was most likely a warrior with good intentions. Without any thoughts, Wixern jumped down, drawing his revolvers as he fell, finally landing safely next to the unknown warrior, pointing a revolver in the direction of the hellspawn, and another at the man beside him.

'Hi. I'm Wixern. I like cheese. Can we have a short introduction before I start shooting?' Wixern asked, looking at Epsilon.

BSN looked from the floor above. The building seemed unstable as it was, and if the fight should continue, it would most likely cause even more collapsing. She therefore decided to remain where she was. She drew her own revolver and took aim at the hellspawn, ready to shoot at the first sign of movement.

[Nosedagger]

Gruesome scene ahead.

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Rodrick stood up but found it very hard. Was the Driscope getting to him already? He almost didn't dare to find out. But doctors don't settle for almost. He pulled back his sleeve and his arm was covered with angry red welts. He put his hand to his chest. It was soft and moist underneath.
Vince caught Rodrick before he fell and tried to heft, but the help was refused with a weak but unmistakable shove. Rodrick hit the ground, shaking with pain. "Officer, I didn't come here to fight." He began to crawl forward.
"Slag it," Vince gasped. "Where's the angel? She's gone, dammit! We've got to get out of here."
"Driscope has no cure." I'm going to die. Here. Now.
Rodrick crawled, and he crawled, pain burning his hips and numbing his brain. Vince stood motionless; then he unclenched his mouth and said, "I'm sorry. Medic, lie down. You're making it worse-"
The pile of elevator rubble was only a metre away.
"Look, you gotta take it easy, I-I'll send help. We'll keep you alive-"
Underneath that tumble of debris were two people whom the angel had missed. Rodrick's vision blurred. Blink, blink.
"Medic-"
Running feet. Wings fluttered. The injured body of a TLEA man framed by bloodstained rubble loomed below, wobbling and warping crazily as Rodrick's eyes were blurred again. He was finding it very hard to blink.
Vince was beside him now. "Don't touch me," Rodrick forced the warning out of his slack lips. "Contagious."
"You don't need to administer the angel blood, let me do it!"
Rodrick held the vial of angel blood in a death grip. "Contaminated. Don't touch." He unflexed his thumb from the mouth of the vial and clumsily positioned it over the man's wounds. "After... pour, get him out. Quick." He coughed wetly and slapped his other completely blood-red hand over his mouth. Rodrick swallowed. He was dimly aware of Vince asking him to leave some for himself, as though angel blood could neutralize large amounts of the Driscope virus. His hand was shaking and his heart was coming out of his chest. Coward. What did you go to school for? Save lives. The vial tipped over slightly. Rodrick couldn't hold it, it was too much. His fingers had taken on a life of their own. He didn't hear himself uncontrollably crush the glass vial. He could not hear. He couldn't feel the glass shards digging into his skin. Last angry realization: he had tended to the wrong patient. His head lolled off uncontrollably and there was another casualty, more gravely injured than the TLEA man. Had he mixed them up? The TLEA man hadn't been in danger after all. He'd made a mistake. He had failed. He... couldn't breathe.

The last image registering on Rodrick's dying brain was a white-hot noon sun, scorching the last tears from his bleeding face.



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Meiko was screaming, screaming, refusing to watch Rodrick shudder and hit the ground. She tore at her hair and the black strands floated down into the abyss where the angel had disappeared through. I need your help!
Come back!




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The angel swooped down into just in time to see Regardin and his remaining TLEA troopers rush an enormous pair of arms and get chopped into a bloody mess. The troopers fell in pools of their own blood, all of them missing at least a limb. Martin War overstepped their bodies and unleashed more wrath on everyone left standing or flying. The only exception was Epsilon, which after three simultaneously launched fireballs, Martin charged, his intentions on the blue-black katana.

Burning Hell was very interested in Antennuch.

[Sigh]

Originally Posted by controls

As Anna approached, the hooded man whipped out a firearm of his own.

"What is Omega's first name?"

"Hold it."

The man looked through the corners of his eyes towards David, who was pointing his newly recieved Particle Rifle straight at him.

"I'd advise you to drop your weapon, Right. Now.

[_Zephyre_]

Vincent stumbled backwards and away from Rodrick's corpse as another explosion rocked the building. He could only stare in horror as the floor beneath the dead medic caved in and fell to the lower floor, bringing the corpse with it. The TLEA agent quickly retrieved his pistol and went to examine the now-screaming girl.

***

Oh, damn this all to hell, thought the angel. Too many things need my attention right now.

She darted between the fireballs flung at her and noticed a pair of adventurers moving in to join the battle against the hellspawn. She felt the girl calling out to her. Hoping they could hold off the demon for now, she raised herself through the hole she descended from, then paused. The troopers needed her help more right now. She descended.

[kumorilastangel]

"What was that?" Nathan asked Museifu.

"It’s a power your father passed down to you. Its called Chaos Control it’s the minor ability to control Time and Space ." He answered.

"Ok….. WHAT?!" Nathan said even more confused than before.

"I'll explain in detail later right now we have bigger problems, for example that Arch Demon you where fighting." Museifu said in a smart a$$ tone of voice.

Nathan glared at him, he was right though this would have to wait.

"What other powers do I possess now?" Nathan inquired of Museifu.

"Not sure you'll have to find them as you go." Museifu said nodding his head.

"Fine, lets get started." Nathan said activating Metsuki no Junshin only to find that it too had transformed because of the new demonic influence released inside his body. Of course Nathan couldn't look into his own eyes and Sara was the one to bring it up.

"Um, Nathan?" She asked him gently.

"Yes?" he said looking down at her.

"What the hell happened to the Metsuki no Junshin?" She asked politely.

"What do you mean?" He asked her confused.

She dug in her pocket pulled out a small mirror and held it to his face for him to see.

"Nice." Nathan said when he saw the new Metsuki no Junshin in the mirror.

Lady Evil carefully aimed at the couple who had become entwined in conversation.

"This one will not miss." She said launching the fire ball.

Nathan had seen the attack before it was launched and reacted with speed like no other.

He snapped his fingers said the magic words and appeared right in front of Ms. Evil.

"I'll finish our fight in a second." He said. With a wink at Eva and a snap of his fingers he appeared not far from her and set Sara down gently.

"I'll finish the fight I started." Nathan said to Sara.

"Fine, but you better not lose or 'else'." She said.

"Right, I refuse to die here I still have to much to do." Nathan said turning back towards Eva and drawing his sword.

"I have no more time to play with you two." She said looking into the midday sun.

"I've been on this plan long enough, but mark my words you will join Burning Hell or you will perish." She said turning and walking away.

Before Nathan could react she was gone in a bright flash and wave of heat.

"Well that was an uneventful last round…..." He said sheathing his sword.

"Lets…."Before he could finish his sentence Nathan heard an explosion and the sound of stressed metal coming from somewhere not to far from where they were.

"Check that out." Sara finished his sentence for him.

He nodded and together they dashed off toward the Maxwell Building.
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New Metsuki no Junshin minus the funky make up O.o
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[Nosedagger]

Martin War stopped five steps from sinking his flaming fists into Epsilon's midriff and swerved out of the way, surprised. The machine wasn't holding the item after all, the scent was far too faint. This must be a trick, a delaying tactic!


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Meiko went to Nakara and held his hand, as if by squeezing hard enough she could stem the massive flow of blood. Instead, dark red liquid continued to stain jags of metal and her knees and hands. Meiko backed off, gulping.
Then she tried to shift the heavy metal shard pinning Nakara to the ground. The alloy point had forced him through the level ninety-six to ninety-five, apparently catching him just as he was about to crawl away. She looked at Ken's Raven 8. She looked at the slabs of metal around her. She looked into her own magical repertoire but there was nothing. She looked at the cracks running under her feet and the elevator wreck at the centre of them like a spider in a web. She looked at the Phantom-Slaying Dagger, gleaming. Then Meiko saw her own fingers, dirty and smeared.

She picked up the dagger and did a massive leap one level up. Thus far she had ignored the two TLEA men, but now she noticed the grappling gun on Vincent's belt. "Give that to me," the girl said, and reached for it.

[_Zephyre_]

Silently, Vincent handed the grappling gun to the girl. Ignored, he radioed for the remaining agents to evacuate from the building.

***

Martin War stopped five steps from sinking his flaming fists into Epsilon's midriff and swerved out of the way, surprised. Another surprise came. He swerved right into the business end of the angel's sword.

[Devilznight]

Alex watched as the powerful hellspawn flung a quick flurry of fireballs at her enemy. Alex knew he was an ally, but he was wondering if he should assist him or not. There was no need to get into a battle that was already won. But the battle was not going to be easy. An angel appeared to the right of him, and cut him right across his face, leaving a large unforgiving scar. After seeing this happen, Alex immediately darted towards the angel. His speed was unbelievable as he leapt straight into the angel with a fiery fury in his bloody red eyes.

[controls]

Sorry for the late update, it's been a busy week.

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Originally Posted by Sigh

"Hold it."

The man looked through the corners of his eyes towards David, who was pointing his newly recieved Particle Rifle straight at him.

"I'd advise you to drop your weapon, Right. Now.

The man gave a sigh and lowered his firearm, but instead holstered the weapon. He reached into the deep pockets of his trenchcoat and revealed an almost-musty, pale yellow envelope with the Ω symbol engraved neatly on one side. With a casual motion, he handed the letter to Anna.

"It's for you."

~*~

"Out of my way!"

Epsilon brushed past the man but stopped. He gave him a very hard look, studying his features with the analytical look of a psychologist. He spoke with a voice that matched his face, "Do you have any weapons on you?"

[_Zephyre_]

With a mighty roar, Martin War threw himself backwards, letting the sword that impaled him slip out of his body. Then he turned, ran, and leapt off the building.

[Devilznight]

After seeing Martin leap off the structure, Alex's heart jumped. Had the angel killed him? With a loud roar, Alex charged at the angel, uknowning that without some special weapon he could not harm the angel. His blind fury caused him to take several swings with his katana straight at the chest of the angel.

[Sigh]

Originally Posted by controls

The man gave a sigh and lowered his firearm, but instead holstered the weapon. He reached into the deep pockets of his trenchcoat and revealed an almost-musty, pale yellow envelope with the Ω symbol engraved neatly on one side. With a casual motion, he handed the letter to Anna.

"It's for you."

Anna reached her hand out to grab the envelope but hesistated for a moment.

"What is it?"

[_Zephyre_]

Surprised at the sudden appearence of a new, hostile individual, the angel leapt backwards, aided by her wings. The blade sliced across the outer layer of the angel's battle garment, but did her little harm. She parried the next few slashes, then leapt away again. She drew a pistol and levelled it at her attacker's head.

[Wixern]

Wixern watched as the demon jumped off, observing with mild interest. He heard a question, quite probably aimed at him. He looked at Epsilon, his face a blank page. Then, he suddenly burst into a smile as he answered.

'I've got lots of weapons. I also have a small amount of Chorderyzine in my back pocket, but that's supposed to be a secret.'

Wixern stopped talking and looked away quickly, as though watching something move. He turned back to the stranger before him.

'So, what's your name again? I must've missed it, forgotten it, or never heard it at all.'

BSN still stood on the floor above Wixern, her gun now pointing at the stranger who had, up until now, been fighting the Hellspawn. She stood by, ready to shoot if necessary.

[Ailysa]

The two Night Elves emerged from the mouth of the Gehda cave and a feline bounded behind them.

“There’s something I forgot to mention,” added Eirag. “As I’ve told you before, the demons don’t follow orders that easily and they may not think not to attack you. If they do, attack them back. But try not to get too focused on them. Remember, the Iron-Sider is your primary target. My guess is that she will be in Los Andreas, where we have opened a hell-gate. I would have allowed you to go through it to get there faster, but the Iron-Knights have sealed it up so you have to go by foot. Do us well.”

Ailysa nodded and looked as Eirag put his hand out for a handshake. She ignored it and embraced him in a hug.

“I’ll see you around, Eirag.”

“Good-luck.”

With a gesture of a wave of the hand, Ailysa and Bub embarked on their journey to the Travian city. The ragged outline of the town of Gehda stood below a blazing sun and Ailysa empathized for them, looking down at her boots as she walked.

The Night Elf looked up quickly, startled after a short bark by Bub. She turned to look up at the expanse of what used to be a Red-Storm building. Rubble littered the ground, where brick and stone lay in piles near the main entrance, whereas walls and rooms on the outer parts of the buildings were left intact. From her angle, Ailysa caught sight of the cage in which Controls was incarcerated and saw that bones cluttered at its base. She later espied that most of them were human.

Bub stepped closer to investigate, his nose hovering over the ground. Ailysa followed, staying close behind Bub’s lowered tail. A path had been moved aside to reveal the stone steps which led underneath the building. A broken sign above read: “Armory.”

Raucous laughter drifted up the steps and a group of demons surfaced with rifles in their hands. Ailysa ducked and ordered Bub to keep quiet. She did not want to delay her travels further and she motioned for Bub to accompany her to leave in a hurry.