[IC] Hope is Such a Splendid Thing (Angels, Demons, a Gorgeous Mage, and Blue-Ray Anime DVDs!)

[Volenvradica]

Event 1: -Facts Don't Care About Your Feelings-

Central Arcana City
4PM
Annual Festival for Tolerance and Diversity

We're flying over Sunset Bridge where someone...or something is terrorizing the city!

Daemon Cristo witnessed the carnage from his monitor, safely located south of the incident. He took a celebratory swig of expensive brandy, but not before holding the glass to the scenes of absolute chaos in Arcana City. This was what he wanted afterall, the beginning of an end. And it started with the blood of innocents. Not by hands of rioters or violent hate groups. The final solution required a force that did not belong to this world. A creature that that did not recognize skin color, gender, or age. A creation born with hatee for all God's creatures.

NO LIVES MATTER.

Level 1 Boss

The Chariot Type-0069

Height: 67 inches, 5.4m wing span
Primary Weapon: Path of Destruction- A reality-distorting device that fires a concentrated beam of energy. It completely destroys everything in its path by drastically increasing the gravity levels, creating a momentary black hole effect.
Weakness: Eyes

"Earth hath no fury like an angel scorned." Cristo smiled triumphantly as he watched The Chariot run down every man, woman, and child in its path. He was about to pour another glass until the light show caught his attention.

Meanwhile...

They arrived like celestial missiles, impacting within the already damaged areas of the city. The first to emerge was a raven-haired figure, its naked form was obscured by holy light until clothes began to materialize. It spoke with a supernaturally enhanced voice, with hands to the side and palms open toward heaven.

"Thou hast claimed the lives of innocents, and thy existence upon this realm is an abomination the Most High. Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father. Prepare to die."

The Chariot's eyes glowed a hellish crimson, as if catching sight of a new prey.

"Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

"To be dank is to be human," said the Chariot. Her heels clicked as she stepped forward. The Level 1 Boss aimed her primary weapon at the enemy, ignoring the others that have yet to make themselves known. "Anything human must die." The blast came with the cries of the damned, as if Hell itself empowered the device that the Chariot fired. The beam had the same eerie glow as her eyes, and it headed straight for her new enemy.

The beam never struck its target. Rather, it was swallowed by a white void just before impact.

"I just could not have it re-directed elsewhere," said the raven-head. "And canceling it out with another attack would prove disastrous. So, I just opened a rift to another dimension. I used my Bankai to steal your Shikai. Anyway, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."

"Stop saying that," The Chariot snapped as her bosom bounced (what?), "or I will rape you."

"Uh, hello my name is--GUYS, SERIOUSLY, WAKE UP!"

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Yoshiko glanced at his siblings. Judging by how the light still obscured their human forms, they have to wake into this dimension. It was during that time that an angel was most vulnerable. He quickly examined his surroundings, finding nothing but destruction and fire in the wake of this demon's arrival. Vehicles were overturned if not completely destroyed. Bodies were scattered among the debris, hardly recognizable if not for blood that pooled under them. All this within the first hour.

"You're no ordinary demon." Yoshiko cautiously approached the Chariot, noticing immediately her hybrid design. While clearly a creature from hell, her form had some human influence. It was mostly prominent in her primary weapon, which served to harness her power into a controlled projectile.

"And you're no ordinary human!"

The angel breathed a sigh in relief. Their true identities remained unknown.

"Then let's make this more fun, shall we?" The Chariot opened a palm towards the ground and called forth assistance from the gates of Hell.

Level 1 Enemy

Gate Keepers

Height: 84 inches
Primary Weapon: Twin Eclipse

"Please wake up, please wake up! Please wake up! I gotta find her before they do!."

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Golden Dawn Residences, Arcana City

Anita wasn't herself today.

Something came over her like a sickness. A fever perhaps? Her head burned and she ached all over. School was terrible today. She failed the history exam and forgot her books for chemistry. Her thoughts lingered upon the memory of a certain classmate. She pictured the beautiful blonde. Her hair was perfect. She looked cute with glasses.

That really pissed her off.

Anita remembered how much she hated the bitch. She wanted to bash her skull in so badly after she declined an invitation to a women's rights event. Who the hell does she think she is? What a fucking rape apologist.

She wasn't sure how she arrived at the apartment complex, but she knew it's where the bitch lived. Next thing Anita knew, she was choking the life out of her. With one hand. The other was busy ripping her clothes off.

"You're dead!" Anita screamed, her sickness creating an eerie male bass in her voice. Almost as if two souls were alive in her. "You're so dead! Women like you are the reason why the Patriarchy continues to thrive!"

DIRECTIONS

Angels- Awake into your human forms, defeat The Chariot, and save Arcana City.

Mage- Anita is possessed and beyond saving. Until one angel joins up with you, your powers remain dormant. Survive!

Demons- You are being summoned at Daemon Cristo's office for a quick meeting

[Kitsune]

The Sin of Greed

Stepped though the south edges of the chaos that consumed Arcana City, her crimson hues tracing the panicking populace for anyone of interest, though soon her attention was caught by the thing terrorizing the concrete jungle. "Ora, ora... Why would someone break such lovely things like this?" With a aspirated sigh she turned on her heel, her hand gripping her large brimmed hat to keep it on her head. Hoisting the large case by her side she started to take a brisk walk towards the the meeting place, her flowing black dress following her movements as she made her way towards her intended destination.

The meeting call within Daemon Cristo's office had not started yet thankfully so she could take her time and head up to the office at her own pace.

Giving a small knock on the door she opened it up, sure an odd way for a demon to enter but then again she was one of the three unique sins. "I believe you have been expecting me Mr Cristo? A rather lovely show you have going on currently.. Or has this nothing to do with us?" She asked, as she pushed her hat up to get a good view of the man, her other hand standing her case upright so that she could lean on it. ood view of the man, her other hand standing her case upright so that she could lean on it.

[Fabricant451]

Moving into an apartment was the best idea she had. It might've set her back, money wise, but it was a long-term investment, like buying stocks only she didn't have to pay attention to the DOW. Some people might get an apartment and room up with friends to finally be free of the draconian policies of a dorm, because honestly they were all adults and she shouldn't have been forced to wear a towel from the short trip from the showers back to her room two doors down. If only they knew she thought when the R.A. chewed her out for 'public indecency', if only they knew.

The apartment for Mari wasn't just so she could enjoy being air dried following a shower, but also because it was far easier to perform her more fun job without worrying that an ill timed knock on the door or paper thin walls would ruin someone's private paid for show. An apartment meant she had more room to work with as she worked with what she had. An apartment really stepped up her ability to make people hand over tokens in exchange for a flash. No one realized that cam models had it hard too, sure it was all fun and games and titillation, but those tokens were worth a lot less than you'd think and she never got the full amount of a tip. It wasn't just about the money, sure, but it was a nice incentive.

Mari had every intention of turning the camera on that evening and earning her next month's rent check. Her hair was all straightened, her glasses were looking fab, and she had this new pair of shorts that just made her booty absolutely pop. Not that it mattered, the outerwear was always the first tip goal that was reached. Still, those shorts were fine. The camera was all set up and ready to be turned on when a sudden knock on her door changed everything. Mari sauntered over to open it, only to be met with the familiar, though far from friendly, visage of Anita. Mari met Anita in a women's studies class - Mari took it more as a burnoff than anything but Anita...Anita got really into it and rallied damn near half the class into attending her pointless rallies and meetings. Mari didn't think Anita liked her very much, citing an example when the blonde laughed after Anita gave a fifteen minute fillibuster in class about why pornography was a pox upon women because no woman in pornography could possibly enjoy it.

If only she knew.

If there was one thing Mari did regret it was telling Anita that she looked cuter without glasses. What Mari thought was a simple compliment set the woman off on a tirade about how Mari shouldn't let male dominated standards dictate appearances to which Mari laughed again - that was a recurring theme in her interactions with Anita.

So Mari was certainly surprised to see the woman at her door...and less surprised when Anita, without a word, stepped in and began to choke her. Of course Mari resisted, as would anyone in such a situation, but it only served to make Anita work that little bit harder. The real impressive aspect came when Anita displayed an unknown strength and damn near ripped Mari's shirt clean in two as she yanked it off her body...and then the bitch had the nerve to rip Mari's brand new shorts. It was never her intention to strip in front of Anita, but then what about her current situation counted as intended?

And still Anita was spouting her rhetoric and Mari, through her struggles to breathe, managed to laugh. "But aren't you assaulting me?" Mari asked as her legs flailed about, "Isn't that a male act? If I didn't know any better I'd say you were about to force yourself on me which is what the scary Patriarchy does, right?" Mari was well aware that her words might only serve to goad Anita harder, but that moment of hesitation would be enough for her to kick the girl square in the knees and put some distance between them.

She was fighting for her rights after all.

[Volenvradica]

@Kitsune
Cristo Corporate Building
23th (Top) Floor
South of Arcana City

Cristo stood from his desk to acknowledge the Demon's presence. He stifled a shudder as the air cooled without warning. He recalled setting the temperature to a warming 80 Fahrenheit, but it seemed that not a single invention of mankind could remedy the effect of demonic activity. He buttoned his blazer and poured a glass of brandy for his sinister visitor. He silently cursed as his hands shook, not out of fear, but by the accursed chill. He feared the liquid could actually freeze before he handed it to her.

He quickly observed a mirror to the left, recognizing his own reflection, and being curiously surprised that it even showed the Demon's. For a moment he thought that beings of pure evil did not have reflections, that such earth-bound objects like mirrors only reflected the appearances of those with souls. Like humans. It unnerved him to think that they could easily disguise themselves, that his own species were so transparent and predictable. Her human form was a mockery of his race.

"Judging by a sudden urge to utterly destroy my competitors," Cristo began as his crossed his arms against the cold. "I'd say you're the Demon of Greed. Not that I'm complaining, but did the Prince of Darkness decide only send one of you? I was hoping all seven could assist me in my plans. I suppose Greed would have to do. Perhaps it would be the greatest sinful ally to anyone running for President." He pointed to a large sign behind the visitor.

CRISTO 201--

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@Fabricant451
Golden Dawn Residences, Arcana City

Anita barely felt the impact, but she did struggle to regain her composure. It occurred to her that everything felt numb. She wasn't sure now if she was really standing, if her own two feet and legs were even supporting her. None of that seemed to matter now, so long as the blonde bitch was trapped with her. Any concern for her own well being was thrown out for uncontrollable rage. Wrath was a vice of hers, one that she conveniently disguised as righteous activism. It was no different from the anger she used to motivate her followers. Men were pigs, and any female traitors that sympathized with him were also among the swine. They were to be slaughtered and their heads stacked on pikes.

Rapists and scum they were.

Kill them all.

Anita grinned at this idea. Violence was nothing new to her. She recalled the several instances where she got away with physically harming her opposition. Pepper spray and knives were her favorite as they were easily concealed. She even used her own hands to grab at a man's shirt, just so she could get a reaction and make herself look like a victim.

KILL.

"Yes," she hissed, licking her lips at the near-nude form of the blonde bitch.

But torture first...

"You don't need a penis to make someone suffer," Anita told her as her voice inexplicably dropped a few tones. Her sudden burst of laughter was sickening, even to her own ears. As if someone else was obnoxiously reacting to a stupid joke. She did not know how, but her left hand gripped a small kitchen knife. The next threat wasn't one of her own, but it came out of her mouth. "I'm gonna jab this in between your pretty little legs, you whore!"

With speed that she could never muster in her years of neglecting her body's fitness needs, Anita charged at the blondie and prepared make good on her promise. If her victim did not react in time, it would make for a morbidly bizarre insertion.

[Kitsune]

@Volenvradica

Reached up to the top of her hat, pulling it off of her head so that she could enter proper without a hat covering her head, as was proper for any good mannered person. After all she was not Wrath and so could hold her own demonic nature to be more subtle, more focused which is how she obtained many of her things. Taking a few steps forward she peered down towards the drink that was being poured, the person clearly not enjoying the feeling of her demonic presence, then again not many did from what she could tell.

Reaching out she grabbed onto the near by chair and closely pulled it out so that she could move around and sit on it. Though the entire time she couldn't help but smirk away from him mentioning who she was, she did oh so enjoy that. Suddenly the chilling cold would retreat from the room, even this she could hide given how high she was on the demon ranks, though it lessened from the mention of 'only her'.

"It is good to see you as well, but normally people introduce themselves Mr Cristo..."

The crimson demonic eyes traced the room once more, clearly looking for anything that caught her interest "My name is Kress, despite how humans think of us we do have them... some of us at least." She took a look behind her at the sign that was showing that he was in fact running for a human leader, if she was envy then she may have wanted the place for herself, but that is not what interested her..

"Lucy sent me for a reason you know. Greed is truly the best of the three sins for when dealing with human problems. I want things you can give willingly and not feel guilt about giving at all... After all would you rather sacrifice people or lives to the others? Lust a flesh body to play with, gluttony the most unique dishes until finally it comes down to one result, you. Wrath battle, envy your objective and lifestyle so on and so forth... So before you complain about 'only greed' remember that my master sent the best to suit your needs... Don't be greedy~" She teased before peering towards the city for a moment, reaching out she attempted to claim the drink for herself.

" Now tell me. What do you desire..."