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The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

@Lmpkio@Zarkun

The giant man stared at Silas for a brief moment before answering. Although, it didn't answer much of what he's asked. Wrath... And he was "raised" by Uriel? I suppose that explains the name, but knowing any of that doesn't answer my questions... He was about to say something else, but the half-demon decided to get threatening. At least, what he appeared to think was threatening. Silas' mouth twisted in distaste- he'd confronted spiders from Inferno before. Did this upstart really think he was going to be intimidated by bullets?

He was about to put the half-breed in his place, but he was yet again interrupted, this time by the giant.

"Now, now lad, no need to be picking fights if you've not got a reason, even if you are a Demon. And especially unwise to do it in front of a Nephilim who's not had a decent fight in the last ten days or so. So, what say the Sage comes with me and we leave you be until such a time as a fight is more fitting for us all?"

Silas nearly choked. A Nephilim?? He's a... And Uriel... A Nephilim in the service of Paradiso? Wh-why were we not informed of this? Silas shook his head, muscling past (as much as was possible with the hulk of muscle), and leveled all of Pleiades' facets at the half-demon before them.

"Look, you. I am a Lumen Sage. That makes you my business, whatever it is you're doing. And given why I was sent here in the first place, you appear to be my responsibility either way. So here's my ultimatum, half-blood. You leave this city, I go about my business, and my hounds don't find themselves the distinct pleasure of finding a new chew toy."

Kazfiel and Sraosha punctuated this last remark with a snarl, to prove his point. He raised a hand at the half-demon, his blades trembling in midair, as though anxious to be let off of their leash.

"Comply or perish- those are your options. What's it to be?"

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

Posting now.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

@Lmpkio@Zarkun

Silas raised an eyebrow at the demon's address, his senses here easily picking up the soft-spoken words. He hadn't anticipated anyone of the demon's nature realizing what he was- it hadn't been very long since the Sages had returned apparently from their graves. This made him curious, but he wasn't there to indulge his curiosity- he had work to do.

"I'm surprised at how fast word travels," he said, voice still carrying a trace of his original German accent. "I didn't think anyone of your... persuasion would know of our return just yet. Impressive."

He raised his hand, and the facet of Pleiades he'd fired as a warning disappeared in a flurry of golden particles, before appearing with its other fellows, floating in a ring behind him. Silas took a strong step forward, as Kazfiel and Sraosha came up along either side of him, growling quietly at the demon before them. He glared hard, trying his best to look intimidating.

"Regardless, you are trespassing here, you and all your ilk. You, and whoever your companion was who just left, must leave Barlour immediately, or you will face dire consequences. There is nothing here for you, demon- leave."

He didn't expect the demon to listen to him- they were a stubborn sort, after all- and was preparing for the first step of the battle, when there was yet another interruption. A giant... man? Whatever he was, he lumbered onto the street, looking confused, until he looked up and seemed to just realize where he was, and who he's stumbled between. Silas felt uncomfortable as the giant scrutinized him, and breathed the smallest of relieved sighs when the beast of a man turned to scrutinize the other individual.

"Half-Demon?" rumbled the giant, and Silas' eyebrows shot up in surprise. A half-demon? This other was a half-demon? That was... interesting. Ultimately irrelevant, but interesting. And then the giant went on, and Silas' surprise increased.

"And here I'd thought that Uriel was always telling stories."

"What? You know Lady Uriel, then? Who are you?" Father Roderick had sent him here on the authority of the Sages, but if Paradiso had sent their own agent to look into the rifts here... well. Perhaps they could work together- he'd take any advantage that was offered.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Lost Haven Center for Disease Control and Prevention

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Dr. Gabriel Cole looked through the microscope at the latest of the many blood samples he'd collected from one Racheli L. Desdemona, brow knit in consternation as he tried to determine just what it was he was looking at. Or at least, that was how it would look to anyone else not privy to certain details.

He had been quite surprised to get the call in the first place, if he was being honest. Sometimes it was hard to remember that he had a life outside of his... hobby. Regardless, his work at the university had apparently garnered some attention- particularly his expertise in biomechanics. So, naturally, when the CDC got a patient suffering from a strange, partially mechanical pathogen with an unknown infection vector, his name was near the top of the list of people to call.

He'd figured the call was related to Racheli soon into the call, when the woman on the other side of the call explained the nature of the girl's "infection," or at least, what they were allowed to tell him over the phone, before he was briefed on the nature of his consultation. And so, he'd come, ostensibly to observe and assess the patient, but mostly just the observe part. Hell, it had taken a substantial amount of willpower to not reveal everything he already knew, and slip into his role of never having seen this technology before.

At the very least, it'll keep that Justine woman off my back for a while longer, if I can let her know Rach is safe.

It hadn't been that hard to determine who the swordswoman was, given the facts of the night of the riots, and the fortuitous nature of her appearance. Honestly, he was surprised that he didn't figure out sooner- granted, he'd been distracted, but when you could think as fast as he could, that wasn't an excuse. Regardless, he'd gotten in contact with the woman shortly after his consultation here had started, letting her know the specifics (what he was allowed to divulge, anyhow) of Rach's stay here.

At the very least, the experience was proving to be illuminating- he hadn't exactly gotten the opportunity to monitor his own transformation, so being able to witness the process firsthand was of significant interest. At present, the Phylactery- for of course, that's what it was- was approaching critical saturation of Racheli's cells, reinforcing and enhancing their functionality as time went on. Some of the cells he'd seen had already begun displaying signs of transmutation- the second phase of the Phylactery's bonding process. The affected cells resembled the red blood cells they were imitating, albeit too well, too idealized, the curves too perfectly designed to be anything except, well, designed.

The fact that they were black didn't help the illusion.

He sighed as some of the scientists on call moved down the hall, toward Rach's unit. Despite what he knew, he couldn't just up and tell the staff here that Rach's "pathogen" was not contagious without some kind of evidence. Which meant tests that he already knew the answers to, pretending he didn't for the sake of making a convincing case for Rach's release. It wasn't even like she was the only meta of her nature, anyway, even excluding himself. But then, no one else seemed to notice the meta part just yet. He sighed- no longer being human was more trouble than it was worth sometimes. Too much noticing things no one else did.

Well, there was little he could do about that now- he just had to gather enough evidence to prove his hypothesis to everyone else here, and Rach would be allowed to return to her life. And moreover, he'd have a chance to talk to her privately about her condition, help her with what he knew she was going through even now. Assuming the nanites had hit her brain by now, which he had no reason to think they hadn't.

Don't worry, Racheli. I'll have you out of here soon enough. Then, I can really start helping you.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

@Lmpkio Like I said, don't sweat it on my account. Sorry again for being snappish.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

@Lmpkio So, I guess we're ignoring the golden sword Silas just shot at your feet.

EDIT: Scratch that, I don't actually know that who I'm shooting at is Gideon and Blair, also, this sounded way too bitchy, I'm sorry. I'll wait for clarification.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

Silas has entered the fray. Probably not wise to provoke two demons at once, but hey, he's got backup.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

Silas glared at the pocket watch in his hand, as though it would change the readings he was getting from it. No such luck, of course. He'd helped Father Roderick design the silly thing, anyway- he'd be surprised if it wasn't working properly. Which was part of the problem, of course- so much demonic activity in one city was not a good sign. He glanced over at Kazfiel and Sraosha- or at least, where he knew they were- sitting in front of the cafe. He couldn't see where they were with his naked eyes, phased into Purgatorio as they were, but he could sense their presence. It was small comfort, knowing how much demonic activity was in this place.

He looked back up at the building that the building that the pocket watch was directing him toward- most of the demonic energy readings were congregating there, which could mean one of two things. One, that there were an absurd amount of demons on that roof- unlikely, or he'd be able to feel them killing each other even now- or that there was a very powerful demon there. Or two of middling to high power. Either way, it was troubling. As was everything about this city. He sighed, standing up, fishing out some cash for the coffee he'd ordered, and gesturing to Kazfiel and Sraosha subtly as he walked across the street to an alleyway. He paid the rain no heed as he walked, except to malign the lack of useable light because of it. This next part would be easier if he had something to play with.

As he entered the alleyway, he gestured, a golden magic circle appearing in the air in front of him, a gateway to Purgatorio. He walked through, breathing deeply as he entered the parallel realm, smiling at his "wolves" as he looked upon them in their full glory, stroking Kazfiel's fiery mane, and feeling the pleasant crackle in the air from Sraosha's lightning aura- both of which would be significantly less pleasant to whatever was waiting for him on top of the building. He walked back out into the street, heedless of any traffic or pedestrians- they couldn't hurt him here.

It was still raining, though. Even jumping to a parallel world couldn't fix that.

As he walked up the street, he trained his eyes on the building ahead. It was faint, but there was definitely someone up there- two someones, by the look of things. And if the pocket watch was right... Not wanting to be caught off guard, he called one of Pleiades' facets to him, the blade gleaming in the half-light. He took aim at the corner of the building, only wanting a warning shot- something to get their attention. He focused his aim briefly, then fired, the blade travelling extremely rapidly, embedding itself in the masonry just below the pair's feet. That ought to elicit some kind of reaction...

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

Spring break this week- I'll definitely be ready.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

@Fallenreaper I might get a post up tonight or tomorrow, since finals are over.