GTDRPG: Of Angels and Demons(LIVE)

[Ailysa]

"I'm not so sure as I was feeling a bit disorientated at the time, but I sensed she had alot on her mind."

"I know that we're all going through hard times when war rages on," Ailysa gestured towards the woman who had been crying in the corner of the tent, who was now being comforted by another man; a stranger who had the heart to listen. "I know that it helps having someone to talk to."

Ailysa put a hand on his back and pushed him gently forwards in the direction of BSN.

"Maybe you should go speak to her. Let her know that you care."

She hesitated, trying to defer her own strong emotions to the side for another time.

"Maybe I'll come with."

[Armand]

This is only to sum up the Arena games, so Splitter can get the story going. I might edit in a giant fight at another time, but as of now, I don't have the time.

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After entering the Arena room for the second time, the combatants were puzzled as to why the Arena warped and changed suddenly. Looking around, the quartet of confused combatants stared in amasement as their surroundings changed from the maze of staircases to an old, partially destroyed set of Ruins.

"Last minute change folks! The game type for this match has been altered due to-" The Tech was interrupted, due to several bursts of static over the intercom system. "-joy Team Deathmatch Extreme in the mean time. Kill limit is 15. Go at it!"

As the intercom switched off, the match began, yet ended only several minutes later.

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The final score, as both teams returned to their Arena prep rooms, was a dismal, and scant victory:

The Adventurers - 15

The T.L.E.A Elites - 14.

The top scorers on each team were Raven and Ken with 8 and 4 respectively, and Armand, Raile, and James, with an even 4 a piece, with Artrix making up the final 3 kills.

Approaching the shop desk, Armand collected his winnings much like the previous match, but this time the cashier stopped him and the rest of the Adventurers.

"Here, for a great, tight show! 10000 bounty for each winner!" She beamed emphatically, handing each of the members a fairly large sack of bounty. However, this time in the shop, he decided to peruse the item selection, instead of making a quick, impulsive decision.

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There. Do what you will Splitty-boy. And I'm browsing GunZ items for an idea before I make a decision.

[Ailysa]

Reserved for TDE Ruins fight

[XKjalX]

Kjal laid his back against the rock, and let the wind be his comfort and the waves his music.

He walked through his memory, for he had a lot of time on his hand, with not much places he can go to.

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"What sort of man could do such a thing?"

"He is certainly no righteous paladin in self-defense. A paladin would subdue the gang. But this...this is off the scale of good or neutral...this is demon-work."

A man voiced out from the crowd, and decided to have his say on the matter. He continued what he thought about the matter.

"But a single demon that looks human...this is too much. We have seen no angel yet. We recieved warnings from two cities, both the biggest, next to the Capital itself. This is no joke. The gang that had been extorting most of the merchants have been decimated."

"But why has it not killed us yet?"

Even the man was puzzled, and could not find an answer.

"..."

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Kjal felt something that wasn't there before in his memories. He walked through it again. He died. He had died. He had died, yet he felt as if he was still alive. His mind was now replaying events he never had seent or heard of.

Kjal thought, But that's impossible. The gem was here, in the real world. But the gem was in Hell with him as well...

Kjal replayed the event once more. Two familliar voices had made the event much more recognizable.

...

Originally Posted by Machine Campaigns, Posts, 1046 & 1051

The spew of metal was thinning.

"Hey, can you hear me? I've disabled most of the security systems, you shouldn't have a problem getting to the central computer. Get moving!"

"Okay, that was wierd. Why would...something...from this place help us?" Jeremy replied, generally. He was hoping "the thing" reply.

Omega's voice. And Gerd and Jeremy. With a mechanical arm singing in front of his view, as if the person owning it struggling through scrap metal.

Wait, how'd you get that memory!? Only I--

"Silence."

A demon and a gem has hidden his memories from him. And they both are supposed to be him.

"Both of you have made me not see the truth. You can reveal the things that have happened in my death, and the demon can help me fight. Yet you all are acting like a syndicate, fighting against your own truths."

The twenty-sided gold demonic object glowed in his sling bag.

"Do this again, and I will do things unimaginable, even to myself. For now, do not reveal anymore memories. I have recently killed people, and it is a killing streak that can be revived at anytime. If you both value your existance, do not do this again. And be silent."

For once, Kjal could not contain his thoughts. The mere strike of neurons had been connected to his mouth. But those two thoughts are the only things in his mind. But once the connection was severed, Kjal had thought up another thought.

Now, the driver has two guns, and he is pointing them at both passengers, Kjal thought.

He stood up. Now, he isn't going to be merciful to those who insist on blocking his path. Without a reason, Kjal whispered a phrase to the world under his breath.

"Stay away from my path, and you will not die by my hands."

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Look out world, a rampaging demon in the name of peace is going to kill you if you stop him. Read the discussion for more elaboration.

[Wixern]

BSN sat down, acknowledging each of the men sitting there with a polite nod. She made herself as comfortable as possible in the lawn chair before she spoke.
'So, why are you guys all gathered here? You came from Sunburg and were brought here?' BSN asked, noticing something strange about the men. She didn't know what, but it was something different from humans, at least.

Wixern walked over to the group and BSN, but not before picking a small flower growing near his feet. It was small and yellow, and spread a strangely sweet smell. Walking forwards, he presented the flower to BSN.

'Wixern? What's-?' BSN asked, surprised by the sudden attention.
'It's for you. It's a nice flower, and it smells good. I just want you to stop crying. I don't always know what I do wrong, and I don't always understand everything around me. I think I made you sad, and I feel bad about it. Please don't be sad any more. I hate seeing you being sad.' Wixern said softly, before gently kissing her on the forehead.

'I... Don't know what to say.' BSN whispered to him, turning the flower in her hand. 'I won't be sad now. Thanks... dear.'
Wixern smiled, and sat down next to BSN, on the soft grass.

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Anjio was close now. Real close. On the path behind him there were already three bodies, splattered in blood. Right now, it would be enough to make it past the guards. After that, it'd only be weak humans, food for the blade. And, of course, his revenge. He approached the guard post, his eyes burning with desire as he got closer and closer.

In the guard post, the guards on call were having a poker game, rather than actually watching the entrance. If it hadn't been for the royal flush of the head guard, they'd never have spotted the demon approaching the camp.
'Quick, everyone! To your posts! We can't let him slip through!' The head guard bellowed his orders.
'Sir, it's just one demon. Do we really need all these-?' One guard asked, before being silenced.
'Yes, we do! One demon in a camp of wounded and weakened soldiers? Does that sound good to you?'

Anjio stood still, as he watched several guards come out of the guard post, and straight at him. He licked his lips, tasting the blood he'd spilled before. Perhaps these guys would provide some warmup, at least.

[Ailysa]

Ailysa walked quietly to a log beside the campfire, trying not to catch too much attention and smiled at BSN's reaction as Wixern attempted to assuage the situation.

[kumorilastangel]

Nathan smiled a little at the scene between Wixern and BSN. He was being shown up. (XD)

"To Answer your initial question BSN. We are gathered here to plain our next course of action." Nathan said looking onto the fire. The other angels looked at him then at BSN, Wixern and Ailysa who had just arrived.

"Its fine, they can all be trusted." The half angel assured his ascended friends.

"How much do you trust them?" Chris said rather darkly.

Nathan quickly looked at Wixern, BSN and Ailysa. Without hesitation he said "With my life."

"Good enough for me." Mosses said staring into the fire.

Sara waved to Ailysa and offered her a place to sit.

"Anyways, our next phase should be to find a base of operations for R.I.S.E." Said the half Angel, gaining a few "wtf?" looks from the newcomers.

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Somewhere in the back of his mind he felt something….A kind of tickle….A six sense if you will…..What's this feeling? Killing intent? Is something coming, is it already here?……

[Sarcor]

James had avoided the rest of his team when he had taken his second prize, a Zaurus A revolver. He sat away from the rest of the group. He was still contemplating his feelings of joy from the arena. He felt a quiver in the back of his mind. Something was...coming.
Maybe this will get me off my thoughts,he hoped.

[XKjalX]

Montage

Montage saw that the Adventurers team had a slight win, and was watching the game with full-interest.

How could anyone actually fight like this, dodging quickly, blocking shots, 'sniping' and 'spraying' with guns all over the place, while having the ability to know how far you are hurt without checking on yourself along wih healing with a floating object out of the middle of nowhere? Too bad spells can't be used. It would have been confusing though. Magic is extremely versatile at all levels of power, which could make it hard to simulate...

Montage stood up from the spectator bench near the tv screen, and moved towards one of them, known as James, from the team list. He was sitting down, looking either worried, or wierd.

"Hey, James. Nice win...where'd you learn to fight like that?"

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Kjal

Walking in a rather calm part of the docks, Kjal strided through and between people who were not paying attention this time. Other than the malevolent feeling that he has inside, there was something else in the flow of reality. It was just a tingling of something at the back of anyone's minds, but only those who was attuned or from another plane could actually feel it.

Something is going to happen, and it isn't him...

...yet.

Not yet.

[Sarcor]

James had noticed the boy come over. He also had noticed the boy speak to him. But he was not listening. The violence that had commenced inside the arena was being absorbed hungrily by the huge mark on his abdomen. He had screeched at him constantly, seeking more bloodlust to feed off of.
James felt sickened.
Turning around, James answered wearily, "I don't know. I guess that I was left with no choice but to fight. It was either that or die.The Machine Campaigns weren't easy on ordinary people, especially ordinary. I was desperate and I won out. That's it".
James didn't know why he told this strange mage-boy the truth, but he was distracted by his tattoo to care. He tried to keep the pain out of his face, but the attempt was as successful as shooting BB's out of your ass.

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I just had to.

And Nagase, don't post trivial posts here. This is for story posts. If you want to say something about the RPG then go to the Discussion thread.

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Part Omega

Omega helped Mr. Darthy to load the supplies onto the transport copter. It was the least he could do to make up for the trouble he put him through. But he was quite surprised. In fact, his superiors had let him off lighter than Omega thought. There were supplies that needed delivering to the refugee camp and Mr. Darthy had saved them the trouble of finding another pilot by flying to Mon Keigh instead.

"Say, Colt, where do you think my boy is right now?"

Omega snapped back to reality. "Huh? Oh, well, wherever he is, he's in good hands. You're not worried about him, are you?"

The boy's father grunted and lifted another box into the cargo end of the helicopter. "Not really. Something like this will be good for him, it's those people he's travelling with that are bugging me. That's all we're delivering by the way."

"Oh." Omega placed back the container he was holding and slipped into the co-pilot seat. A minute later Mr. Darthy joined him in the pilot compartment. He mumbled something to himself and flipped a few switches. Soon the blades began whirring and Omega could feel a slight heaviness as the transport lifted itself into the air. "I don't know anything about them", he continued. "I don't think you understand, since machines don't have fathers." He paused in contemplation. "machines don't have fathers, do they?"

Omega laughed. "Well, in a different sense I suppose."

Mr. Darthy snorted in response. "Huh. And speaking of which, what about you? Your friends didn't sound too happy with that stunt you pulled."

"I'll tell them the truth." He replied. "After all", he joked, "who can I resist a face like this?"

"Will you tell them you're a machine, then?"

"...no. I don't think there's any need to."

The helicopted continued to fly towards the provisional camp in silence. The supplies in the back rattled back and forth. Mr. Darthy snorted again.

[controls]

Part Ruby

Ruby Maxwell rubbed a tense shoulder in her neck before resuming cheering. Team Adventurers, its members all too familiar, had won the big fight. She was wearing casual attire, plain and loose, borrowed from one of the female workers from the factory, and had left her usual weaponry in the transport. Instead, she was sporting a dagger hidden in her jacket and a Raptor USP that she kept holstered to her side. Her hair was tied back to help diguise her identity.

There was a slightly unnerving feeling in the air, but she dismissed it as aftermatch tension. It was one of those days where it seemed just too peaceful for anything to happen. As the fighers exited the fight area she moved away from the stands, hoping to congratulate them before they could leave.


Part Epsilon

The machine snapped his head back, attempting to pinpoint the feeling of strangeness in the air that he was feeling. He was sitting in the town's clock tower overlooking the arena, watching the fights from afar and simultaneously tapping his fingers in tune with the clock's mechanics.

As soon as one of them died, they respawned after a matter of seconds and continued battling until a specific goal was reached. Humans can make such amusing gadgets, he thought. But right now that wasn't very high on his list of importance. He instinctively traced a finger over the Ouroboros on his chest.

What was it, this odd feeling. There was a sense of unease, maybe even foreboding. The entirety of it wasn't overly negative, but it hung over him like fog, wary and suspenseful. Just what is it, he thought. The sensation was painfully familiar to him. For now he would just observe.

[Ailysa]

Ailysa peered into the campfire. It's flames that flickered and crackled beneath the dieing rays of light seemed somewhat foreboding. If she looked deeply, she would have imagined the flames of war or even more deeply, and the fires of Burning Hell may have sparked up at her.

She heard a faint rustle in the bushes to her left, most likely unheard of by the others, due to her excelled hearing. Two pairs of eyes from down low peered at her - one yellow pair glowing strongly in the dark. She held her breath, retaining her intent to not gain any attention. After a few seconds, the two pair of eyes disappeared, as their owners moved past.

Ailysa looked around. No-one seemed to have noticed or heard, owing to their attention on the discussion. She looked at the two other men whom Nathan was talking to. They seemed to have an aura about them and she watched how the features of their faces were exaggerated in the light of the campfire.

"Anyways," Nathan said, "Our next phase should be to find a base of operations for R.I.S.E."

Ailysa raised an eyebrow. Maybe she should have been listening. What was R.I.S.E.?

[kumorilastangel]

Nathan saw the look of confusion on some of the newcomers faces.

"I should explain," He said looking at Mosses then back into the fire. "R.I.S.E is a newly formed organized formed for the soul purpose of defending those who are too weak too defend themselves from demon attacks."

"As of now we are few in number but we plan to recruit any Adventurer strong and or stupid enough to join us." At the last statement Mosses shook his head.

Nathan paused for a moment.

"Any questions?" He asked wearing a small smile.

[_Zephyre_]

Ivan

Ivan lay prone on a vantage point in the mountains overlooking the Iron Knights' Graystone Research Facility, worn and disgruntled from the strenuous trip across difficult terrain. He peered over the edge and eyed a slender figure standing on a patch of even ground a ways below, clad in the same kind of skin-tight armour he was wearing. Its slim, curvaceous form suggested it was a woman. "How long since the SOS, Mel?" Ivan spoke through the comm link in his Slighthand armour.

"Four hours, and counting," she replied. She sounded distant, very obviously focusing on the facility ahead.

Even further down, another figure was crouched near the base of the hill, scanning something on the ground with both his eyes and his helmet's visual aids. In the armour, the figure looked exactly like Ivan, except slightly taller. The figure unslung his HARP rifle, then turned to look Mel. "Mel?"

"What is it, Jake? If this is about me accidentally blasting the director's cat again, I-"

"I found some blood down here. Human."

Seemingly fading into nothingness, Ivan and Mel made their way down to their comrade's location, ever wary of their surroundings.

"Traces of metal oxides. Someone might've been cut with a rusty blade," Jake added.

"Yes, that's definitely a great help, Jake!" came Mel's voice, directly behind the man. Jake turned around and saw a handful of stones pebbles on the ground shifting and tumbling away under nothingness. Mel faded into view. Ivan did the same beside her.

"Stones down there have been disturbed, too. I think someone - or something was leaving this way," Jake stated, turnint back towards the facility.

"Probably not from the facility. Nobody there's dumb enough to venture out here through the mountains without transport," Mel said.

"That's pretty much how we got here, Mel," said Ivan.

"We were flown here with an S.M.A., Ivan," Mel snapped back.

"You mean, we hitched a ride on an S.M.A. en route to Los Andreas and then hopped off halfway through its journey so we could make it here. Yeah, that definitely serves as transport over those stupid mountains," Jake cut in.

"Okay, guys, shut up. The facility's sent out an SOS 4 hours ago, and it's been silent ever since. I zoomed in on the place from up there," Ivan gestered to his former vantage point, "and there are no signs of life. None. No normal, visible activity, anyway. Definitely not a comm failure. I don't like this."

"Like I do," both Jake and Mel said in perfect unison. The duo glanced at each other. Ivan ignored them.

"Also," Ivan said, "about five hours ago I've sent in a captured demon to that facility. Seemed much more intelligent than normal fare we've been getting. Was causing hell back in Sunburg, too. Do you think...?"

Both Mel and Jake snapped their heads back towards Ivan.

***

Harper

Standing at a side with her arms folded below her chest, Harper's eyes tracked the movements of the afterlife embodiments of souls as they materialised upon a softly glowing circular slab of marble and then traipsed disconsolately from a corner of the room to the ornate, silvery podium at the center of the room. Before the podium, Jeremiah awaited with a metal balance bedizened with mediculously chiselled carvings resting on his palm. It was an interesting balance; one scalepan consisted of a carving of a demon wrapping an arm around a black cauldron, while the opposing scalepan was a carving of an angel holding a white chalice. Their crossed swords formed the balance's fulcrum.

There was no visible light source here, but everything seemed to be illuminated just enough to be seen. Everyone could see here. This was the Judgement, where Jeremiah, the Keeper of Truth guided the souls of the deceased to their final destination. Behind where Jeremiah stood was a large pool of water leading into canal in a tunnel so dark it seemed like oblivion. A boat with a single, mighty oar floated gently in the waves behind him.

Harper saw Jeremiah step onto the boat with a mourning soul, and then he rowed them off into the unknown. As they left, Harper saw a copy of Jeremiah materialise before the podium, once again with the balance resting on his palm to weigh the sins of the soul against the good it has done.

It was a neverending cycle, or so it seemed. Harper wondered how long Jeremiah had been doing this. People kept dying; Jeremiah kept sending their souls off. He could create solid images of himself anywhere in High Heaven that acted to his will, but there were always two Jeremiahs here: one holding the oar the boat, the other holding the balance.

A Jeremiah materialised before Harper. The angel almost jumped.

"You wish to speak to me, Harper?" rang the powerful tenor of the Keeper of Truth's voice.

"Yes, Lord Jeremiah. I do."

"What is it, auburn daughter? I pray that this does not concern Zephyre again?"

Harper swallowed hard. "Actually," she said, "it does."

Jeremiah's face contorted into an aggravated frown.

"It is a lost cause, Harper! I have told you before and I'll tell you again that I do not have and have never received the poor man's soul! I have even wasted my energy just to scan the whole of High Heaven for it in case the soul somehow managed to get past me and has been frolicking among our clouds since then!"

Harper flinched very slightly at the sudden outburst.

"Soul theft," Jeremiah continued, "if that is the case, may be a heinous crime against the laws of the divine realms of the afterlife, but it has happened so infrequently that it is not something we should truly pressure ourselves about, especially not in these times of war!"

Harper watched Jeremiah silently for a while as the man finished with a melodramatic gesture with his hands spread out around his waist. Jeremiah stepped back.

"So," Harper started, "it is possible that Burning Hell has stolen his soul, then?"

Jeremiah let his hands fall to his sides. "Yes."

"I see. Thank you, Lord Jeremiah." Harper turned around to leave to High Heaven.

"Wait!" Jeremiah called out. The angel turned back.

"You don't plan to venture into the depths of Burning Hell, do you?" questioned Jeremiah.

"...I do. I feel I owe him that much, perhaps someone else, too."

For a long while, there was silence.

Then, Jeremiah spoke, "I should stop you, Harper, for such actions would only bring about death or corruption, but I believe in choice."

Harper remained silent.

"Speak with Sir Gabriel. He may have a means of safe passage into Burning Hell, perhaps a means to protect you while you are there, as well. But tread carefully, auburn daughter, for your jounrly looks only of death."