GTDRPG: Of Angels and Demons(LIVE)

[Wixern]

BSN listened as Nathan explained about R.I.S.E, and what it was supposed to be. She couldn't help but notice the part about "Any adventurer strong and/ or Stupid enough." Surely, they wouldn't just take any available muscle with a smile on his face?

When Nathan asked whether there were any questions, BSN reacted.
'Yes. I suppose that you would want us to join this R.I.S.E organization?' She asked bluntly, waiting for reassurance.
Wixern glanced sideways, looking at Ailysa. He could've sworn she'd flinched. Then again, he also could've sworn that he'd put his shirt on backwards, and now it was normal again.

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Anjio stood facing the guards, who were waiting for him to strike. He stood still, realizing perfectly well the fear he instilled into them by not attacking yet. Fear made people weak. Fear made mistakes. He took a step forwards, and the guards responded with a step backwards and a combined raising of guns.

Anjio stepped closer, approaching one of the guards. When he'd gotten too close for comfort, they started shooting. Anjio raised his claw, on which the bullets struck and stopped. The guard stepped back to reload, at which point Anjio pierced him with the chain on his left claw. It went straight through the man's stomach, causing him to vomit blood as Anjio pulled him in.

The other guards moved frantically, each trying to find a way to shoot the demon without endangering themselves. They were by no means professional soldiers, and their stumbling only made it easier for Anjio to work out an attack plan. One of the soldiers attempted to sneak behind him, but had long betrayed his presence there.

Once the click of the gun sounded, Anjio turned and held his earlier victim in front of him. The shuddering shock of the body indicated that the shots had hit, and Anjio disposed of the body, throwing it at the backstabbing guard. He turned, and decided to make quick work of the last two guards remaining.

He leapt forward, at the first guard. Foolish and slow, the guard tried to turn and run. Anjio landed on his back, causing him to collapse. In the corner of his eye, Anjio saw the last guard raising his gun. Anjio fired a quick shot at the fool, and heard the scream as the cluster of bullets found their target.

Which left but one. Turning his head to face him, Anjio looked at the fear in the man's eyes. It was a blissful feeling, to see the man look at him with such undisguised shock and fear.
'Please... I have a family, children, a wife, so much...' The man pleaded, his voice shaking.
'Not to worry.' Anjio growled, seeing the man's face light up for a single second before adding: 'I shall get to them soon enough.'
Anjio raised his left arm, and plunged the claws into the man's face. Blood flowed as the man screamed, and Anjio laughed, enjoying the suffering and the warm blood flowing over his claws. He repeated this several times before the guard fell silent at last.

He stood up, and looked around. It would not take long now before someone looked outside after hearing the noise, and would warn the real fighters. Even better. That would mean that he wouldn't have to come to them.

[kumorilastangel]

"We are very selective about who we let in, BSN." Nathan no longer smiling.

"There is a "test"." Sara said in a deadpan tone.

The air was tense for a moment………

"Of course I would like you to join….But what is your Resolve?" Nathan said smiling and leaning towards BSN. His eyes glowed white, bright, like fire….

One word hung in the air and stood out in everyone's minds……Resolve……………….

[Wixern]

'Our resolve?' BSN asked, looking into Nathan's eyes with a defying gaze. She recalled old conversations, talks along the road, banter in cities and discussions in bars. She remembered Wixern's first statement when she asked him about his resolve.

"Adventurers have no resolve. You fight to survive, you steal to sustain yourself, you help people to feel good and you take revenge because it has to be done. Resolves are for people who know what they want, when they want it and how they want it. I have no resolve, other than doing what I feel is right."

And that had been the end of that discussion. No matter how many times she phrased the question, or when she asked it, the answer remained the same. She wondered, in her mind, what her resolve used to be. Right now, she had the answer to Nathan's question.

'Our resolve, you ask?' BSN stated, not actually asking. 'Our resolve is to do what feels right. We may kill, steal and destroy, but it all done because we feel it's right. Even if it's unethical, immoral or downright wrong, we will not hesitate to do what we feel is right. To live by our own rules, to be free of laws and rules. That is our resolve.'

The fire reflected in BSN's eyes, and she shifted her gaze sideways for a second as she added softly: 'That's what Wixern always told me. And I
believe him.'

Wixern raised his hand in a fist. 'Freedom!' He said, before sitting back, leaning on his arms.

'Now you know our resolve for fighting. But as for R.I.S.E, I'm afraid we'll have to decline your offer.' BSN said sternly.
'It's nothing personal, and I have nothing against the idea itself, but it doesn't feel right to me. And I never do something I don't feel right about. I'm sorry, but me and Wixern will continue to work alone.'

[Ailysa]

The R.I.S.E. members looked in turn to Ailysa. She hesitated, part of her mind still thinking about who the two pair of eyes belonged to, when she replied, "Wixern's right. We take our paths with freedom, rather then doing so in an organization that tells us how to do it. It was our choice to venture into the Machine Capital. We fought against the Machines together; not because we were told to, but because we thought it was right. It is true, there is strength in numbers, but I don't see how you aim to recruit any Adventurer to fight for the weak, especially when they may be ones needing protection themselves."

She paused, realizing that the last part may have been true for herself.

"I'm sorry," she continued with sincerity in her voice. "I just don't want to feel obliged to follow a course of actions in which I may not feel suited to the task."

[God-Splitter]

A flush of emotion overcame Matthias as the Angel explained himself. It was hard to believe that your entire existance was just for this one moment. In a way Matthias was content, if not grad, that his entire life for the past centuries was not wasted. He had mean, a thing he thought he had lost.

Whoever this Angel was, his words rang true, and his message was dire. Everything that Matthias wanted to know, he learned. All that was left to do, was to do it.

Matthias found himself atop of a mountain of corpses, all of his victims before. The Great Teacher was in his hand, and his wounds were entirely healed. His clothes were still ruined, and thus would need of replacement, something that was not to hard to do. His quest however was.

Finding the world's greatest warriors was going to be hard. Leading them into the center of the planet to destroy Bandersnatch was going to be harder.

[XKjalX]

This is a good enough plot. Great job, Split!

NOTE: Starting from now, Kjal's inner demon shall talk in italicized Garamond font.

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Kjalhasson

The whisper in his ears wavered loudly, then stopped. For some reason, he knew the memory came from the back of his mind. A ghostly roar.

Because his mind was hearing the same thing at the precise moment.

The familliar sound. It was not a voice, not a word, and certainly not a language. It was merely the voice of a being that had enormous power. He had now heard it for a total of three times. The first, when he had sent the beast himself back. The second, from which the gem had provided with no image, but the air of the memory said it was in the huge mechanical capital, somewhere he's never been.

The third was now. The roar was slowly dying, but only in volume. The pitch of the roar was still deep.

Apparently, hot lava wasn't enough for the beast, thought Kjal. Then his whole being shivered. Luckily, no one in the crowd noticed.

Is it going to come for me?


You bet it is.

You're not helping.


Holy crap, what DOES it take to kill a being like that!? You'd need a godly or unholy object of power! Kjal's bloodlust poured down in the form of a rain, into a sea known as "Fear". The sea swelled by the minute.

"Fug, this is bad. This is REALLY bad."

Kjal walked throught the crowd faster. Using his mental map, he started running at a normal pace, towards where he thinks it's Gehda, north-east. From there, he'd think. For now, he needed to get away from people, and the group of people he'd been friendly with.

He passed the scene of horror from which he had left, but ignored and continued running. This is one of those times, where his life was at stake, and other people were mere splatters of white among his spreading blood under the Bandersnatch's tentacle.

And so, the inevitably dead man ran.

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lol, Running in the 90s.

Sometimes, Kjal needs to Jerk It Out!

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EPSILON

That spine-tingling sensation ran down him again and he instinctively rose. An image flooded his mind, filling his head with images of hellfire and something not entirely human. The Bandersnatch's massive form towered over him, like a small skyscraper. Its form thrashed madly, tentacles striking out left and right. Its abdomen, like its face, was hidden behind a leering mask that twisted at odd angles. Just as quickly, the vision left him.


"Big brother." The machine solemnly whispered. His eyes widened in surprise, twisting his mouth into a mad grin. "It lives."

Something else caught his attention. Kjal walked throught the crowd faster. Using his mental map, he started running at a normal pace, towards where he thinks it's Gehda, north-east. From there, he'd think. For now, he needed to get away from people, and the group of people he'd been friendly with.


Interesting, the machine thought. He decided to follow.


OMEGA

The helicopter settled down on the makeshift landing strip and immediately Omega unbuckled his seat belt. He began to unload the supplies while Mr. Darthy went to speak with the staff working at the provision camp. Omega hefted down a box, noticing several familiar people sitting with one another as he passed by, including the assassins from Sunburg.

He set down the box before doing a double-take. Suddenly, Mr. Darthy came into his line of view, shoving another box into his hands and marching him foward. Omega creased his brows in thought. For a second he thought that he had seen a purple-skinned woman sitting with the group. He immediately thought of Ailysa.

[XKjalX]

Damn, I can't get what he's thinking! Literally!

Face it, he learnt. He knows how to use us without us affecting his mind. He can't use it forever though.

Kjal could hear, but he wasn't listening. His own sight was blinded, by pictures of the past, death, and some of which he's never seen before. Especially the one where a grey rifle was aiming at a certain heart that he knew. Then the loud bang and squelch that follwed had never left him.

He ran at a normal, humane pace. He wasn't running like a demon, neither like a bounty hunter. Just another mortal, but this mortal does not fear death. Only for his life.

Then, he kept on running, further and further away from civillization. Then, suddenly, running into a stone wall, the crack of his nose brought him back to reality. The crack was enough. The pain was too insignificant.

He laid there for several seconds, then corrected his nose and stood up. He now walked slowly...

No more running...no more. I can avoid it. I can keep running....or can I?

...Into a village that was certainly familliar. It was the last place of where he met his brother. He walked around the place, noticing the burnt buildings and the inn of where Gheony, Jeremy, Lessnior and he had taken their last drink together. Right before Lessnior was killed.

Then, as he walked around a corner, he saw a sight that could never actually forget for the rest of his life, but was rather a memorable photo in his old album. As he stared and stared, his fear subsided into peace. The tides of panic changed into a ripple of silence.

He stood still, in the silence of the kingdom. He kept staring, and stared...

[kumorilastangel]

"To tell the truth I thought the idea was stupid too." Nathan said his eyes no longer glowing. "Although you seek freedom and do as you please, without order and a few people to watch your back you will be utterly destroyed….one thousand to two is not a fair fight." He said looking at BSN and Wixern. "But we have beaten worse odds." Nathan said optimistically and pulled Sara close to him.

He looked back into the fire. "I tried to do it all on my own once, but then it was a thousand to one. I nearly died that day….Because I was stubborn and headstrong…I wanted freedom, fame, fortune, I wanted to do it all on my own…and I took on the world…I found out the hard way nothing could be done alone."

Nathan paused for a moment. "I know there will always only be five members in Rise, seven tops, heck, we may even get up to ten. I also choose to do what is right but it is against my honor to steal, destroy and kill for no reason. My resolve is to protect…Not many have the balls to protect someone else, let alone people that they know nothing about…but that is R.I.S.E's only goal…Protection…not control….We don’t give orders we are a group of people with a common goal, with Intel from High Heaven we plan to avert as many disasters as possible. Never orders, always options, no defined leader, yet the lead is clear…that is R.I.S.E…" He smiled.

"Not very organized right? Oh, and BSN I never asked you to join so there is no need to say no….I said "I would like you to join"….Although it just doesn’t seem like your kind of gig anyways, you too Ailysa, you have much on your mind." Nathan said looking to the stars.

"Such troublesome eyes you have Nathan, you knew they would say no." Sara said with a mischievous grin on her face.

[Wixern]

BSN listened as Nathan spoke. As he finished, she spoke.

'I'm sorry, Nathan, but I cannot be so optimistic. I'm sure R.I.S.E would make this battle go easier, but what happens afterwards? If it continues to exist, it will be certain to fall. Greed, corruption and lust will always ruin the best of organizations. Sooner or later, someone will abuse his power. And others will follow.' BSN said sourly. She went on, not sure why she was even speaking of this.

'Adventurers rarely band together, and even then only temporarily. They don't organize, or control. They work on their own cause. If they have a mutual cause, then they might work together, but they will always leave later, or even worse, backstab. Rigt now, we're facing enormous numbers, and powerful enemies. We have a common enemy, but no goals. I'm afraid that even R.I.S.E won't be able to fight Burning Hell.'

BSN looked at Wixern, who was fiddling with his revolver.
'Besides... I want those odds. A fight of thousand to thousand is no fight, none at all. A real fight is winning, standing back to back with the one you trust, against unsurmountable odds. At least... that's what I've always believed.'

[kumorilastangel]

"There is truth in all you say. Normal adventures are much too weak to battle with such corruption. R.I.S.E will no longer exist after all this is over and I have already seen the flaws in recruiting adventures. My friends here insist that it is possible though, and I have faith in them." Nathan said gesturing at the other angels. "Being realistic…. we will never see one thousand members, ten tops, but we wont need 1k members to hold them back. "

"R.I.S.E will not fall, we will meet the enemy in battle and win. Something more powerful than any sword, I have Faith and with that we will never fall." He said looking into BSN's eyes.

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Originally Posted by XKjalX

Then, as he walked around a corner, he saw a sight that could never actually forget for the rest of his life, but was rather a memorable photo in his old album. As he stared and stared, his fear subsided into peace. The tides of panic changed into a ripple of silence.

He stood still, in the silence of the kingdom. He kept staring, and stared...

Epsilon chuckled hysterically, moving about on the derelict rooftops behind Kjal, trying to get a better look at whatever had stunned the demon into silence. Giving up, he lept down behind Kjal in perfect silence. The machine raised his head so that his mouth was right by the demon's ear, whispering in a hushed and maniacal tone.

"What are you looking at?"

[XKjalX]

The angel.

Inside the inn, on the wall, was an angel. A male.

...

"What are you looking at?"

And apparently, demons had played dart with it. It had a black sword sticking through his heart, a deformed and jagged hachet through it's thigh, and a dagger in his right palm. But no other weapons were on the wall. Normal demons couldn't be that clever. Only Hellspawns and above are.

Chances are, it was only one player.

He was limp, hanging on the wall, tied up at the hands and feet by blackened chains and shackles, that were serrated and sharp. Very sharp, and quite long, bending into what would've been the angel's wrists and ankles. Probably in his death, he leaned forward, and the spikes did what they had to do.

Strangely enough, there were no demonic bodies, or human, but only a lot blood. There were no mounds of dead corpses, no heads on pikes, no sign of any huge massacre, except the blood, in the small village. Kjal stepped into the silent inn, the maniacal machine he'd known as Epsilon ignored.

In his mind, he had laid down the label below the picture as "Sad way to die as an Angel". Being killed in battle was, of course, one thing. Being a dartboard however, wasn't. On the angel's face was dried tears. Apparent by the look on his face, they were tears of sadness, not tears of pain.

Kjal walked through a clear path and first held the sword and the hatchet. They were buried deep, through the body and stuck on the wall. Kjal pulled, and as soon they were free, he released, the sword and hatchet shuddering, stuck on the inn's wooden doorway. As for the dagger, he pulled it out in one swift movement, and stabbed it into the wall again, near the angel's face.

He pulled out his silver kodachis and in only a swing, the shackles on the angel's wrist and ankles seemed to crumble, without cutting the angel. Sheathing in a simple, quick way, he managed to quickly grab the angel before he fell onto the ground. Though there were some protests of shouting in his head, but he ignored...

The touch itself stung, but only in the mind. If a demon were to actually carry an angel, it wouldn't sting, but for Kjal, it would. Kjal walked out of the doorway, passed Epsilon and into a part of the woods. As Kjal expected, the Lessnior's grave was empty.

The dug-up earth was in a mound beside it, and the earth was a soft bed. Laying the angel down on the earth, he looked at the gravestone:


A Soul-Hunter of the Iron-Sides,
A companion,
A friend,
Beloved Brother,

LESSNIOR BOUDOIN
AKA K'DRAKKS



Obviously, it wasn't his brother, but if one were to pay close attention, it could've. The angel's face was almost exactly like Kjal's, and had brown hair. Only he had two eyes and no scar down his right eye, along with no earring on the right ear.

...But it had one scar running from the ear to the chin, and deep rinkles was on his face, with two earings on his left ear, above the earlobe and was stacked.

Kjal stood up, leaving the angel as it is, and walked back to Epsilon, and stood at a distance. Finally, after a long silence, Kjal spoke, with something in his throat. He put his hands in his pockets, and his eyes on Epsilon. In a loud whisper-like quality, he said:

"Nothing. I was looking at nothing."

But 22 years ago, he would've been looking at family...if his memory served right.

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"Really."

Epsilon strode past Kjal to inspect the corpse closer. He knelt down, then stood up and raised the angel's chin disrespectfully with his foot, as if not daring to touch it with his hands. The machine seemed to sigh.

"Such is war", he chuckled. "You kill or be killed. Remember that."

[XKjalX]

"Doesn't mean you can't take a moment of peace in between."

Kjal didn't explode with anger, even though he was looking at the dishonourable action. Even hands were better. Kjal thought:

Why'd you raise an angel's face with your foot? You wanna get crammed full of holy bolts? Or do you prefer bits of silver down your mouth?

Still, Kjal kept his composure right. No point creating a wave in the small plateau of peace on the mountain of war...

He walked over to the wall of the inn, and looked back at Epsilon.

"Kill or be killed? Oh really? Do you really think that the people who got slaughtered had any chance of killing, or even surviving a single claw or bolt? Or are you going to blubber about how they should've learnt in the first place, due to nature?"

Kjal unsheathed his silver kodachis, plunged both into the wooden wall, took a step back and ran forward. He pulled the kodachis out and ran up the wall, reaching the slanted rooftop with ease. Standing up and looking around, Kjal spotted the Gehda Mountain north-west-west, along with the Red-Storm building that was always there. In ruins, yet never pulled down.

Then, Kjal continued to talk, as if he had been pausing.

"In a game of chess, even pawns can kill a queen, or a king."

In real life, Kjal imagined himself as a knight. By dealing with the enemy king, he'd gain the ability to leap further, and kill everyother thing he leaped across...

Gehda was still a distance away, but was easy for a man with the will of a demon and legs of a champion runner. It would've been better if they replaced his legs as well, but it was too late. All he now had was, literally, the handiwork of a demon.

" 'Kill or be killed' is almost as the same saying of 'Lead, follow or get out of the way'. "

He sheathed his blades, and sat on the roof, looking at the darkening sky, as the sun fell down on the west... He had always liked the dark. Even when he was a human back then...

In his mind, both Gem and Demon were shouting to get through, but was ignored by Kjal. All he heard was his own thoughts.

"But a man had also once said, 'Lead, follow, get out of the way, or keep still and force them to pass around you, followed by a swift kick to where his suns don't shine'. There's always a third choice, no matter how hard you ignore it. Here's what I say: 'Kill, be killed, or run away, then come back later.' "

Kjal didn't smile at Epsilon as he said it. He looked across the forestland and the yellow sky as he smiled. A being like Epsilon didn't need a smile. He has enough of his own kind of smiles...

The sun set.

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Officially almost night people. I am the keeper of time, and votes. Lololol.