Great posts everyone! Today marks two weeks since the first post so I’ll be working on my next post to have up sometime next week I’d say! The present day half will likely be interaction while the past half will be plot moving. Again, awesome posts (that I’ll be reading through again) and I thank you all for them.
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I’m glad you took the liberty, it was perfect! I took a few liberties as well with the information given to our characters and the spell. I figured since it’s a superior demon with strength closer to an archdemon, it’d be maybe a minute or two of binding. With lesser demons and regular superior demons, it’d be longer. Sorry if I went too far haha. Let me know if you want to edit anything as well, I have no problems if you’d like. Post up!
More time. Just a little more time.
The sounds of his thoughts were broken by the clash of blade and hatchet as Ru defended his position with Ana towards his rear. His focus remained sharp as he blocked and evaded hatchet swipes coming from both his left and right. This superior demon was fast, but not fast enough to sidestep his angelic opposition. Even while surprised at his opponents shocking strength, Ru wasn’t one to be trampled over. He’d spent thousands of years fighting in wars for both Earth and Heaven and all of that combat prowess allowed him to maneuver his current battle with some struggle, but without any true hardship. However, his annoyance grew as he searched for openings in the demon’s offensive. There were none to be found. As soon as one opened, it was immediately defended by the second hatchet and Ru’s blade would simply clash once more, metal upon metal.
Just a little more time.
He took a quick split-second to glance over his shoulder at Ana as she dispatched her final lesser demon. The lesser’s never posed a problem and they certainly wouldn’t have posed one to a hunter as skilled as she was. But Ru knew what he waited for. He knew exactly why he was holding the superior demon at bay the way he was. He knew why it was almost a dance versus an active offensive to try and slay the monster wielding hatchets. For one, this was their best lead yet. Superior demons possessed higher intelligence and higher intelligence meant they may be able to gain some info in their seemingly never-ending search. Beyond that however, it was a matter of patience. As skilled as Ana was, she needed time to truly shine. To truly unleash the secrets she held within herself. Ru was made aware not long after their first meeting when he inquired about her intricate tattoos. He was made aware when he trusted the woman enough to give her his true name, a move that allowed mortals to hold dominion over celestials should they choose it. He trusted her enough to know she would never do that, but he also trusted her enough to know what she going to do next. And then it came.
“Angel!” Ana shouted in Ru’s direction.
Ru defended against another flurry of hatchet swipes and beat the demon backwards his own return quartet of heavy slashes. Try as he might, speed would not overcome strength on this day. Hatchets were speedy weapons, but they lacked the weight and backing of a true blade. Even though Ru employed the use of short-swords, they were hefty enough to be able to overpower the hatchets. The problem was the superior demon was skilled in hatchet use and understood how to compensate for his disadvantages with an immaculate defense. And since angels and demons lacked the stamina issues of humankind, Ru couldn’t just wait until the demon grew tired. There was very little chance of that happening. But at Ana’s shout, Ru grinned.
He didn’t need to turn to know she had sheathed her blade and rolled up her sleeves to reveal the detailed ink work laced upon her skin. He could feel the shift in the atmosphere, the same as when the superior demon stopped masking his own ability. The wind changed and it blew towards Ana, rather it was willed towards the woman as she gathered energies and tapped into the lining of reality itself. To be honest, it was a beautiful ritual. Had he more time and was not currently preoccupied with his own fight, Ru would have watched her intently as she prepared. It reminded him of the rituals the angels held that were enacted just before big battles or just after traumatic situations. He was never one to be held too deep in the ritualistic arts, but he appreciated their beauty all the same.
“Damn you, angel! Let me past!” The superior demon shouted in a fit of rage. His attacks grew more feral, more wild, more erratic, and Ru could feel his defense begin to show cracks. He blocked another flurry, ducked under a double horizontal swipe, and brought his blades upwards in a fury that only resulted in another clanging of metal bashing metal. Yet it was the closest he’d come to slicing the demon open the whole fight. He thought about his words of anger and realized that the demon also knew what was occurring or at least he knew something of it. That was intriguing. Demons weren’t generally apprised of human traditions and secrets.
“Te exsecror ad lapide! Non movere, imperio tibi!” Ana cried out.
And that was all Ru needed to hear. He suddenly switched his stance from shoulder width to a much wider, much lower horse stance. As the superior demon charged at him once more, Ru pulled his right foot froward from the back and stepped into an “X” shaped cross slash that clanged against the hatchets but also employed his body weight, pushing the superior demon backward and creating a small space between the two. He immediately took a step to the side as a loud clap of thunder roiled the air and boomed across the darkened skies. The invisible static energy shot forth just as Ru expected and missed him to smash straight into the superior demon mid-swing.
The demon was frozen in place.
“What in the-" The demon said as he let out a noise of frustration and tried desperately the pull himself free. When it failed his searched this way and that for the perpetrator and though he couldn’t see her, he understood his circumstances quickly. “I know you!” He growled, “You’re that bitch’s mother!”
Ru raised a brow while also turning to examine Ana. With the demon frozen in place he now had time to breathe and collect himself. She was clasping her hands together for dear life, but with the strength of this superior demon it wouldn’t be long until he broke free of her spell. So Ru sheathed his own blades at the small of his waist in the back and stepped closer to the frozen superior demon. Thinking quickly, Ru unsheathed a single blade and held it to the demon’s neck.
“Tell me, demon. Tell me of J’zir and his charge. A human called Remy,” Ru said, narrowing his eyes. The demon remained quiet. Ru nodded his head in acknowledgement of the insolence and slowly pierced the demon’s gut with his blade. Not deep, he only impaled him with the tip of the short-sword, but it wouldn’t provide another pain. The demon howled. Ru held the blade in place and looked him in the eyes. “Tell me, demon,” he repeated.
The demon tried in vain to look around, but to no avail. The spell Ana had used was strong and she’d had enough time to gather enough energy to make sure it bound even a superior demon for at least a minute or two. “Alright, alright,” The demon finally relented. Ru withdrew his blade and shook the gore off it with one single motion. He sheathed the blade and folded his arms across his chest. He said nothing. He only stared at the demon with a menacing glare. There were no more words to offer. Only compliance would be accepted.
“I… J’zir does not talk to me. I am but a lowly foot solider in his clan. I know he cradles a human girl though. They travel together and he keeps her at his side always. Before we split off, I saw them together myself.”
“Split off?”
“Yes. J’zir’s clan is large and we were ordered to split into smaller cells in order to…” the demon trailed and averted his gaze.
Ru stood with his arms folded. His very aura lashed out and if felt would convey his message better than words could.
The demon felt it and met eyes with Ru once more. “We were ordered to split up and fan out in order to confuse you. J’zir knows of your search and he does not intend to allow you to meet with him. He gave me no indication where he was going.”
Ru thought a moment. Then he saw it. The cracks in the spell beginning to show. The demon would surely feel it soon. Ru unsheathed a single blade before he spoke. “The last place you saw J’zir, demon,” Ru said.
“I… It was just north of here. Deep in this human city, we had a camp in what they’d call a hospital.”
Ru nodded just as the binding spell broke. And as the spell broke and dissipated, Ru shoved his blade through the demon’s chest and pushed upwards and out through the demon’s head, splitting his body, neck, and face in two. The lifeless body fell to the ground as Ru shook off the gore and sheathed his blade. Then he turned to Ana and made his way over to her.
“I’m sure you heard that, Anaïs. We must go north and find this hospital.” Ru stared down at the human hunter before folding his arms. “How do you fare?” He asked.
The sounds of his thoughts were broken by the clash of blade and hatchet as Ru defended his position with Ana towards his rear. His focus remained sharp as he blocked and evaded hatchet swipes coming from both his left and right. This superior demon was fast, but not fast enough to sidestep his angelic opposition. Even while surprised at his opponents shocking strength, Ru wasn’t one to be trampled over. He’d spent thousands of years fighting in wars for both Earth and Heaven and all of that combat prowess allowed him to maneuver his current battle with some struggle, but without any true hardship. However, his annoyance grew as he searched for openings in the demon’s offensive. There were none to be found. As soon as one opened, it was immediately defended by the second hatchet and Ru’s blade would simply clash once more, metal upon metal.
Just a little more time.
He took a quick split-second to glance over his shoulder at Ana as she dispatched her final lesser demon. The lesser’s never posed a problem and they certainly wouldn’t have posed one to a hunter as skilled as she was. But Ru knew what he waited for. He knew exactly why he was holding the superior demon at bay the way he was. He knew why it was almost a dance versus an active offensive to try and slay the monster wielding hatchets. For one, this was their best lead yet. Superior demons possessed higher intelligence and higher intelligence meant they may be able to gain some info in their seemingly never-ending search. Beyond that however, it was a matter of patience. As skilled as Ana was, she needed time to truly shine. To truly unleash the secrets she held within herself. Ru was made aware not long after their first meeting when he inquired about her intricate tattoos. He was made aware when he trusted the woman enough to give her his true name, a move that allowed mortals to hold dominion over celestials should they choose it. He trusted her enough to know she would never do that, but he also trusted her enough to know what she going to do next. And then it came.
“Angel!” Ana shouted in Ru’s direction.
Ru defended against another flurry of hatchet swipes and beat the demon backwards his own return quartet of heavy slashes. Try as he might, speed would not overcome strength on this day. Hatchets were speedy weapons, but they lacked the weight and backing of a true blade. Even though Ru employed the use of short-swords, they were hefty enough to be able to overpower the hatchets. The problem was the superior demon was skilled in hatchet use and understood how to compensate for his disadvantages with an immaculate defense. And since angels and demons lacked the stamina issues of humankind, Ru couldn’t just wait until the demon grew tired. There was very little chance of that happening. But at Ana’s shout, Ru grinned.
He didn’t need to turn to know she had sheathed her blade and rolled up her sleeves to reveal the detailed ink work laced upon her skin. He could feel the shift in the atmosphere, the same as when the superior demon stopped masking his own ability. The wind changed and it blew towards Ana, rather it was willed towards the woman as she gathered energies and tapped into the lining of reality itself. To be honest, it was a beautiful ritual. Had he more time and was not currently preoccupied with his own fight, Ru would have watched her intently as she prepared. It reminded him of the rituals the angels held that were enacted just before big battles or just after traumatic situations. He was never one to be held too deep in the ritualistic arts, but he appreciated their beauty all the same.
“Damn you, angel! Let me past!” The superior demon shouted in a fit of rage. His attacks grew more feral, more wild, more erratic, and Ru could feel his defense begin to show cracks. He blocked another flurry, ducked under a double horizontal swipe, and brought his blades upwards in a fury that only resulted in another clanging of metal bashing metal. Yet it was the closest he’d come to slicing the demon open the whole fight. He thought about his words of anger and realized that the demon also knew what was occurring or at least he knew something of it. That was intriguing. Demons weren’t generally apprised of human traditions and secrets.
“Te exsecror ad lapide! Non movere, imperio tibi!” Ana cried out.
And that was all Ru needed to hear. He suddenly switched his stance from shoulder width to a much wider, much lower horse stance. As the superior demon charged at him once more, Ru pulled his right foot froward from the back and stepped into an “X” shaped cross slash that clanged against the hatchets but also employed his body weight, pushing the superior demon backward and creating a small space between the two. He immediately took a step to the side as a loud clap of thunder roiled the air and boomed across the darkened skies. The invisible static energy shot forth just as Ru expected and missed him to smash straight into the superior demon mid-swing.
The demon was frozen in place.
“What in the-" The demon said as he let out a noise of frustration and tried desperately the pull himself free. When it failed his searched this way and that for the perpetrator and though he couldn’t see her, he understood his circumstances quickly. “I know you!” He growled, “You’re that bitch’s mother!”
Ru raised a brow while also turning to examine Ana. With the demon frozen in place he now had time to breathe and collect himself. She was clasping her hands together for dear life, but with the strength of this superior demon it wouldn’t be long until he broke free of her spell. So Ru sheathed his own blades at the small of his waist in the back and stepped closer to the frozen superior demon. Thinking quickly, Ru unsheathed a single blade and held it to the demon’s neck.
“Tell me, demon. Tell me of J’zir and his charge. A human called Remy,” Ru said, narrowing his eyes. The demon remained quiet. Ru nodded his head in acknowledgement of the insolence and slowly pierced the demon’s gut with his blade. Not deep, he only impaled him with the tip of the short-sword, but it wouldn’t provide another pain. The demon howled. Ru held the blade in place and looked him in the eyes. “Tell me, demon,” he repeated.
The demon tried in vain to look around, but to no avail. The spell Ana had used was strong and she’d had enough time to gather enough energy to make sure it bound even a superior demon for at least a minute or two. “Alright, alright,” The demon finally relented. Ru withdrew his blade and shook the gore off it with one single motion. He sheathed the blade and folded his arms across his chest. He said nothing. He only stared at the demon with a menacing glare. There were no more words to offer. Only compliance would be accepted.
“I… J’zir does not talk to me. I am but a lowly foot solider in his clan. I know he cradles a human girl though. They travel together and he keeps her at his side always. Before we split off, I saw them together myself.”
“Split off?”
“Yes. J’zir’s clan is large and we were ordered to split into smaller cells in order to…” the demon trailed and averted his gaze.
Ru stood with his arms folded. His very aura lashed out and if felt would convey his message better than words could.
The demon felt it and met eyes with Ru once more. “We were ordered to split up and fan out in order to confuse you. J’zir knows of your search and he does not intend to allow you to meet with him. He gave me no indication where he was going.”
Ru thought a moment. Then he saw it. The cracks in the spell beginning to show. The demon would surely feel it soon. Ru unsheathed a single blade before he spoke. “The last place you saw J’zir, demon,” Ru said.
“I… It was just north of here. Deep in this human city, we had a camp in what they’d call a hospital.”
Ru nodded just as the binding spell broke. And as the spell broke and dissipated, Ru shoved his blade through the demon’s chest and pushed upwards and out through the demon’s head, splitting his body, neck, and face in two. The lifeless body fell to the ground as Ru shook off the gore and sheathed his blade. Then he turned to Ana and made his way over to her.
“I’m sure you heard that, Anaïs. We must go north and find this hospital.” Ru stared down at the human hunter before folding his arms. “How do you fare?” He asked.
Just to keep you updated, I've started working on that first post and should have it up by the end of this week for the latest :)
Thanks for the update and communication. Looking forward to it!
That’s a great question! Considering it’s been six months since the initial burst of power, I’d say their powers are growing in strength still, that is to say there is a potential of them getting stronger yet. But they’re also learning just how versatile they can be with their abilities so a little bit of both, really. It also comes down to how you want your character’s arc to develop.
Maybe they were practicing nonstop for those six months after the initial burst and have a dominion over their abilities thats closer to mastery. It should serve your character’s narrative and the overarching narrative is built to accommodate that kind of player freedom.
Hope that answered and your question!
Maybe they were practicing nonstop for those six months after the initial burst and have a dominion over their abilities thats closer to mastery. It should serve your character’s narrative and the overarching narrative is built to accommodate that kind of player freedom.
Hope that answered and your question!
O K promise I am working on a reply today! Life has been whirlwind-y and haven't had much of a quiet moment to myself, but have a few slower days today and tomorrow (hopefully), so I shall craft and post soon.
That sounds good, but take your time of course! Can’t rush greatness, after all.
Present Day
Red Light District |T H E C R I M S O N H A L O || SERAPH’S END
”And back to our top story tonight, it looks like Gunther’s Isle, the famous maximum security prison situated in the middle of Seraph’s Bay, has been shuttered for good. Authorities say the prison, which was host to Seraph’s End first ever angel attack six months ago, was always scheduled to be closed and the shuttering has nothing do with the brief invasion at all. Authorities also tell us that despite reports to the contrary, all prisoners were accounted for and have been transferred to other state prisons via the proper channels…
…Yeah John, all prisoners have been accounted for and the joint cooperation with the National Guard has now come to an end. You’ll remember it was the National Guard that repelled the angels during that invasion six months ago and they’ve been on standby helping with the cleanup process ever since. It was their victory that has given the world over its first taste of hope since these unfortunate attacks began…”
…Yeah John, all prisoners have been accounted for and the joint cooperation with the National Guard has now come to an end. You’ll remember it was the National Guard that repelled the angels during that invasion six months ago and they’ve been on standby helping with the cleanup process ever since. It was their victory that has given the world over its first taste of hope since these unfortunate attacks began…”
Angels. Demons. Same shit, different day. Except today they decided to top it off with lies.
Jaheim swallowed the cold thought alongside his cold brew as he set the bottle back onto the bar top, index finger and thumb curled around the tall, thin neck. Dark umber eyes gazed daggers into the matching bottle before shifting up to the tv and finally back down to the bar top. His mind raced, but he put the brake on his thoughts as he settled back into the awe of his original wonderment. He was alive. Alive enough to be sitting in a bar casually drinking. Angel attacks were commonplace in the rest of the world, but Seraph’s End had become something of a safe haven against them. Nobody knew what it was that kept the angels away, but they hadn’t bothered with the city until six months ago. Even then, they’d only targeted the prison. Jaheim sighed and leaned his forearms on the bar top.
He did his best not to acknowledge the space around him. It was quite lively for the evening. The Crimson Halo was one of the more popular bars—and nightclubs—in Seraph’s End and it was definitely number one in its district. It was packed wall to wall this night, bodies scooping up every available space around. The booths were full, the tables were full, and the dance floor off to the side was full as well, music blaring from overhead speakers and leaking out from the dance floor throughout the rest of the building at various levels of volume. Jaheim sipped another pull from his bottle and set it back down. The channel on the television had been changed from the news back to some sports game. He sighed again.
Most everyone in the club seemed to be oblivious to the fact that the city had just survived an angel attack. They partied their sorrows away and drowned their doubts in drink. Not that Jaheim could judge of course, considering his current state. But it was different. He couldn’t forget what happened. It was different from when he was growing up. Growing up during this celestial war had been hard. He remembered the slain bodies slumped over and the demons feasting on flesh as he’d sneak by to get home or to school. He remembered the police and the military cooperating to fight pockets of invasion, but it never turned out well. For every being they slaughtered, it seemed like the monsters slayed a group of them. It was wildly imbalanced. But six months ago was different. The angels attacked, but…
Jaheim snapped back to reality. He took another swig before spinning around his bar stool and leaning his back against the bar top. He scanned the crowds in front of and on both sides of him. There were too many people clumped together to recognize specific faces, but he tried anyway. The others had to be around somewhere. They had come to the bar together, after all. Only they could understand his feelings. Only they could understand the sheer shock of it all. They had been there with him during that time. They had been right by his side. Strangers to each other, but bonded over a common abnormality. Jaheim stared down at his palm. He stared at the lines etched into the palm and concentrated. It took a full minute, but he started to feel the buzz and it wasn’t from his drink. It was a small hum in his hand, a buzz in the air around his palm that gathered air and densely packed it into a single point just above his fingers. Then it started to come into fruition.
Translucent lines formed the shape and body of the object currently in Jaheim’s mind. As he concentrated more lines joined the fray and took shape and form like a printer tracing lines to create a document ordered to print. Finally, the lines formed the object and it began to fill itself with color and material and weight. After two solid minutes, the object fell into Jaheim’s palm and he gripped it instinctually. It was nothing but a pocket knife that he unfolded, staring at the blade, and then refolded. It had a black grip and was small enough that when he wrapped his fingers around it it was almost completely overtaken. He breathed in and out in disbelief. Six months ago wasn’t a dream after all. It had been real and here was the proof. He’d just created this pocket knife out of thin air and everyone in the bar was too busy to notice.
With the same concentration he’d used to create it, Jaheim sentenced the pocket knife to a pocket dimension and it disappeared in an instant. Much quicker than it took to form. He sat in awe for a second before swiveling back around and taking another swig from his bottle. It was that kind of a night at the end of the day. And he was getting better. In the six months after the attack, he’d tried his hand at recapturing the feeling he’d felt during that certain moment. That time when all hope seemed lost and he’d become just another victim. It had taken time and he’d failed plenty, but once he’d grasped the feeling for a second time he’d held onto that memory and he had slowly been getting better ever since.
Jaheim finished off his bottle in one long draw and set it back down before standing up from the bar stool. He left a bill on the bar top and looked around. He still couldn’t make out any specific faces, but he was done cradling his thoughts. He needed to talk about it with someone. Not just anyone. One of them. The ones who had been there right beside manifesting their own weird abilities. It would do no good to drink and think the entire night. He needed some perspective. Especially given their new circumstances. This was their last night as free individuals, after all. The National Guard, the angels, Tom Gunther… It had been made clear that they were going to be watched and harassed should they decline to show up to the meeting area tomorrow. Just like that, they had become government assets and they were to report in to hear about “next steps”.
So Jaheim ventured into the crowds, pocketed his hands, and went on the hunt. He figured he would run into one or all of them if he looked around enough. The place was big, but only just so. There were still four walls. They had to be somewhere within the building and they were probably going their own mental crises at the moment. Jaheim had no idea, but he imagined it would feel better if they could share their thoughts with one another. That, he figured, was the least he could do after sharing a battlefield with them.
Jaheim swallowed the cold thought alongside his cold brew as he set the bottle back onto the bar top, index finger and thumb curled around the tall, thin neck. Dark umber eyes gazed daggers into the matching bottle before shifting up to the tv and finally back down to the bar top. His mind raced, but he put the brake on his thoughts as he settled back into the awe of his original wonderment. He was alive. Alive enough to be sitting in a bar casually drinking. Angel attacks were commonplace in the rest of the world, but Seraph’s End had become something of a safe haven against them. Nobody knew what it was that kept the angels away, but they hadn’t bothered with the city until six months ago. Even then, they’d only targeted the prison. Jaheim sighed and leaned his forearms on the bar top.
He did his best not to acknowledge the space around him. It was quite lively for the evening. The Crimson Halo was one of the more popular bars—and nightclubs—in Seraph’s End and it was definitely number one in its district. It was packed wall to wall this night, bodies scooping up every available space around. The booths were full, the tables were full, and the dance floor off to the side was full as well, music blaring from overhead speakers and leaking out from the dance floor throughout the rest of the building at various levels of volume. Jaheim sipped another pull from his bottle and set it back down. The channel on the television had been changed from the news back to some sports game. He sighed again.
Most everyone in the club seemed to be oblivious to the fact that the city had just survived an angel attack. They partied their sorrows away and drowned their doubts in drink. Not that Jaheim could judge of course, considering his current state. But it was different. He couldn’t forget what happened. It was different from when he was growing up. Growing up during this celestial war had been hard. He remembered the slain bodies slumped over and the demons feasting on flesh as he’d sneak by to get home or to school. He remembered the police and the military cooperating to fight pockets of invasion, but it never turned out well. For every being they slaughtered, it seemed like the monsters slayed a group of them. It was wildly imbalanced. But six months ago was different. The angels attacked, but…
Jaheim snapped back to reality. He took another swig before spinning around his bar stool and leaning his back against the bar top. He scanned the crowds in front of and on both sides of him. There were too many people clumped together to recognize specific faces, but he tried anyway. The others had to be around somewhere. They had come to the bar together, after all. Only they could understand his feelings. Only they could understand the sheer shock of it all. They had been there with him during that time. They had been right by his side. Strangers to each other, but bonded over a common abnormality. Jaheim stared down at his palm. He stared at the lines etched into the palm and concentrated. It took a full minute, but he started to feel the buzz and it wasn’t from his drink. It was a small hum in his hand, a buzz in the air around his palm that gathered air and densely packed it into a single point just above his fingers. Then it started to come into fruition.
Translucent lines formed the shape and body of the object currently in Jaheim’s mind. As he concentrated more lines joined the fray and took shape and form like a printer tracing lines to create a document ordered to print. Finally, the lines formed the object and it began to fill itself with color and material and weight. After two solid minutes, the object fell into Jaheim’s palm and he gripped it instinctually. It was nothing but a pocket knife that he unfolded, staring at the blade, and then refolded. It had a black grip and was small enough that when he wrapped his fingers around it it was almost completely overtaken. He breathed in and out in disbelief. Six months ago wasn’t a dream after all. It had been real and here was the proof. He’d just created this pocket knife out of thin air and everyone in the bar was too busy to notice.
With the same concentration he’d used to create it, Jaheim sentenced the pocket knife to a pocket dimension and it disappeared in an instant. Much quicker than it took to form. He sat in awe for a second before swiveling back around and taking another swig from his bottle. It was that kind of a night at the end of the day. And he was getting better. In the six months after the attack, he’d tried his hand at recapturing the feeling he’d felt during that certain moment. That time when all hope seemed lost and he’d become just another victim. It had taken time and he’d failed plenty, but once he’d grasped the feeling for a second time he’d held onto that memory and he had slowly been getting better ever since.
Jaheim finished off his bottle in one long draw and set it back down before standing up from the bar stool. He left a bill on the bar top and looked around. He still couldn’t make out any specific faces, but he was done cradling his thoughts. He needed to talk about it with someone. Not just anyone. One of them. The ones who had been there right beside manifesting their own weird abilities. It would do no good to drink and think the entire night. He needed some perspective. Especially given their new circumstances. This was their last night as free individuals, after all. The National Guard, the angels, Tom Gunther… It had been made clear that they were going to be watched and harassed should they decline to show up to the meeting area tomorrow. Just like that, they had become government assets and they were to report in to hear about “next steps”.
So Jaheim ventured into the crowds, pocketed his hands, and went on the hunt. He figured he would run into one or all of them if he looked around enough. The place was big, but only just so. There were still four walls. They had to be somewhere within the building and they were probably going their own mental crises at the moment. Jaheim had no idea, but he imagined it would feel better if they could share their thoughts with one another. That, he figured, was the least he could do after sharing a battlefield with them.
Six Months Prior. . .
Gunther’s Isle | M A X I M U M S E C U R I T Y P R I S O N || SERAPH’S BAY
”Heed my words, mortal…”
A pounding headache.
It wasn’t uncommon in prison. Prison food was shit and full of sodium so it wasn’t exactly earth shattering to have a headache. What made it worse was that in prison you couldn’t just go grab a bottle of pills, pop one or two, and wait fifteen minutes for relief. You had to deal with the headache and all the annoyance that came along with it. The strain and the throb and the agony that followed closely in a headache’s footsteps. As Jaheim slowly regained consciousness and his bearings began to return to him, the pounding headache was the first thing he could discern.
He struggled to remember what had happened. The headache was doing its job, but it was also grogginess like he had been sleep for hours. The next thing that he could discern was the wail of an alarm. It was faint and only growing in volume as his awakened state grew more full, but it was loud enough to be annoying and his headache seemed to feed off of it. The feeling of his body was the next thing Jaheim started to be able to discern. He was shocked to realize he was lying on the ground. The memories were covered in haze, but he started to remember. He had been in his cell when it all happened. An explosion. Destruction. And Jaheim being blown away and sprawled across the ground. He finally opened his eyes to the scene around him.
Rubble and broken concrete was sprinkled everywhere. The darkened sky hung above replacing what used to be a roof. Some cell doors were open, others were simply blown apart and stray bars littered the cracked and broken linoleum floor. The alarm, covering everything in a slowly flashing red glare, continued to go off and now that Jaheim was fully awake it was loud and obnoxious about it. He pushed himself up to a sitting position and looked around, rubbing the back of his head. Orange jump-suited inmates ran by back and forth and guards chased in both directions. Chased or were running away themselves, Jaheim couldn’t decide which. He only knew what now stole his attention away high in the sky. He could see the figures, but he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
Black, feathered wings outstretched from an ebony armored body, helmets seemingly concealing their faces, and swords, spears, and axes clutched in their metallic hands. There were too many of them to count as they filled the night sky, hovering above in a formation that seemed to be observing the goings on below. Moonlight glinted off their armor and highlighted them in twisted shadows as they hovered and moved ever so slightly from left to right and right to left. Jaheim just stared in disbelief. He was reverted back to his inner child. The fear he’d felt during the demon invasion. The betrayal he’d felt when the angels turn on humanity. The anger he’d felt when his father was brutally slayed by them. He furrowed his brow and hobbled to his feet. This was it. This was another moment of revenge. All the memories came flooding back.
The memories of his training in the US army. The memories of his various tours fighting pockets of invasion on different continents in different countries. These weren’t unfamiliar forms to him. He suddenly remembered they all looked the same. All wore the same armor. All had the same outstretched black wings, feathers pronounced and sometimes fluttering away as the wings beat in the air to keep them adrift. He knew what could pierce their armor by now. And as he turned to sprint away to the left, the angels swooped down and into the prison. Jaheim ran at full speed. He ran through open gates, destroyed walkways, and crumbling hallways. All the while prison inmates and guards were being slaughtered around him. It was as if the angels were ignoring him for the moment as they went after everyone else.
”Heed my words, mortal…!”
Jaheim stopped just outside the armory. The headache was back and it had returned with a vengeance. It throbbed so hard it froze him in place. The screams of slain guards and inmates filled his eardrums as he stood in place, clutching his forehead and tightly holding his eyes closed. He grit his teeth and tried his best to bear it as he reopened his eyes and stumbled into the armory. He looked around in brief disappointment at empty shelves and rifle racks. Everything had been picked clean already. He questioned how long he’d been out, but also knew he didn’t have time to worry about that at the moment. The headache buzzed again and this time was followed by nausea and muscle pain. Jaheim shut the door behind him before he slumped to the ground against the doorframe.
”Vengeance is what you seek… Survive, mortal. Survive!”
When he opened his eyes, Jaheim suddenly felt the heft of a rifle in his arms. He looked down and was cradling an M4A1 carbine. He popped the magazine out instinctually and checked the ammo count. It was full and held one in the chamber. He popped the magazine back in and pulled back the charging slide. He was locked and loaded. And confused. Had he missed a rifle? He heard more screams and bangs outside the door which brought him back to reality. No time for wondering at the moment. He stood up and righted his grip on the rifle. The headache subsided and Jaheim pulled the door open and ran out of the armory into a large opening in the middle of destroyed cells. What he saw blew his mind. There were three other orange jump-suited inmates, but they weren’t like any other human he’d seen. They were standing there, in the middle of a sea of angels, somehow holding them back. Two of them didn’t have weapons at all, but one seemed to be a weapon. His body contorted and shifted and morphed into various forms to combat the angelic threat. The other two were holding their own as well, but with abilities Jaheim couldn’t recognize with his naked eye.
At that sight, he shook his head and ran towards the group. He put the rifle up to his shoulder and cheek and began firing away at angels in the air. He watched as bullets ripped through their armor and one by one they fell from the sky and to the ground, lifeless. He fired and jogged forward in sync until he was within the group of what he could only label as super-powered inmates. He’d be sure to ask them about what they were doing later, but for now, he continued firing away as more angels swept down from the sky and into the prison.
A pounding headache.
It wasn’t uncommon in prison. Prison food was shit and full of sodium so it wasn’t exactly earth shattering to have a headache. What made it worse was that in prison you couldn’t just go grab a bottle of pills, pop one or two, and wait fifteen minutes for relief. You had to deal with the headache and all the annoyance that came along with it. The strain and the throb and the agony that followed closely in a headache’s footsteps. As Jaheim slowly regained consciousness and his bearings began to return to him, the pounding headache was the first thing he could discern.
He struggled to remember what had happened. The headache was doing its job, but it was also grogginess like he had been sleep for hours. The next thing that he could discern was the wail of an alarm. It was faint and only growing in volume as his awakened state grew more full, but it was loud enough to be annoying and his headache seemed to feed off of it. The feeling of his body was the next thing Jaheim started to be able to discern. He was shocked to realize he was lying on the ground. The memories were covered in haze, but he started to remember. He had been in his cell when it all happened. An explosion. Destruction. And Jaheim being blown away and sprawled across the ground. He finally opened his eyes to the scene around him.
Rubble and broken concrete was sprinkled everywhere. The darkened sky hung above replacing what used to be a roof. Some cell doors were open, others were simply blown apart and stray bars littered the cracked and broken linoleum floor. The alarm, covering everything in a slowly flashing red glare, continued to go off and now that Jaheim was fully awake it was loud and obnoxious about it. He pushed himself up to a sitting position and looked around, rubbing the back of his head. Orange jump-suited inmates ran by back and forth and guards chased in both directions. Chased or were running away themselves, Jaheim couldn’t decide which. He only knew what now stole his attention away high in the sky. He could see the figures, but he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
Black, feathered wings outstretched from an ebony armored body, helmets seemingly concealing their faces, and swords, spears, and axes clutched in their metallic hands. There were too many of them to count as they filled the night sky, hovering above in a formation that seemed to be observing the goings on below. Moonlight glinted off their armor and highlighted them in twisted shadows as they hovered and moved ever so slightly from left to right and right to left. Jaheim just stared in disbelief. He was reverted back to his inner child. The fear he’d felt during the demon invasion. The betrayal he’d felt when the angels turn on humanity. The anger he’d felt when his father was brutally slayed by them. He furrowed his brow and hobbled to his feet. This was it. This was another moment of revenge. All the memories came flooding back.
The memories of his training in the US army. The memories of his various tours fighting pockets of invasion on different continents in different countries. These weren’t unfamiliar forms to him. He suddenly remembered they all looked the same. All wore the same armor. All had the same outstretched black wings, feathers pronounced and sometimes fluttering away as the wings beat in the air to keep them adrift. He knew what could pierce their armor by now. And as he turned to sprint away to the left, the angels swooped down and into the prison. Jaheim ran at full speed. He ran through open gates, destroyed walkways, and crumbling hallways. All the while prison inmates and guards were being slaughtered around him. It was as if the angels were ignoring him for the moment as they went after everyone else.
”Heed my words, mortal…!”
Jaheim stopped just outside the armory. The headache was back and it had returned with a vengeance. It throbbed so hard it froze him in place. The screams of slain guards and inmates filled his eardrums as he stood in place, clutching his forehead and tightly holding his eyes closed. He grit his teeth and tried his best to bear it as he reopened his eyes and stumbled into the armory. He looked around in brief disappointment at empty shelves and rifle racks. Everything had been picked clean already. He questioned how long he’d been out, but also knew he didn’t have time to worry about that at the moment. The headache buzzed again and this time was followed by nausea and muscle pain. Jaheim shut the door behind him before he slumped to the ground against the doorframe.
”Vengeance is what you seek… Survive, mortal. Survive!”
When he opened his eyes, Jaheim suddenly felt the heft of a rifle in his arms. He looked down and was cradling an M4A1 carbine. He popped the magazine out instinctually and checked the ammo count. It was full and held one in the chamber. He popped the magazine back in and pulled back the charging slide. He was locked and loaded. And confused. Had he missed a rifle? He heard more screams and bangs outside the door which brought him back to reality. No time for wondering at the moment. He stood up and righted his grip on the rifle. The headache subsided and Jaheim pulled the door open and ran out of the armory into a large opening in the middle of destroyed cells. What he saw blew his mind. There were three other orange jump-suited inmates, but they weren’t like any other human he’d seen. They were standing there, in the middle of a sea of angels, somehow holding them back. Two of them didn’t have weapons at all, but one seemed to be a weapon. His body contorted and shifted and morphed into various forms to combat the angelic threat. The other two were holding their own as well, but with abilities Jaheim couldn’t recognize with his naked eye.
At that sight, he shook his head and ran towards the group. He put the rifle up to his shoulder and cheek and began firing away at angels in the air. He watched as bullets ripped through their armor and one by one they fell from the sky and to the ground, lifeless. He fired and jogged forward in sync until he was within the group of what he could only label as super-powered inmates. He’d be sure to ask them about what they were doing later, but for now, he continued firing away as more angels swept down from the sky and into the prison.
Alright peeps, first post is up! There’s a lot going on so I’ll break it down a little.
There’s two timelines going, one after our initial opening and then the opening itself. In the present day, our group has already met and knows each other. They’re spending one last free night together before they’re to report in to the government for further orders. In the opening, it’s the beginning of everything. It’s the night of the prison attack and this is also where our character get and display their powers for the first time. Make sure to add “Heed my words, mortal…” to your posts somewhere. Every character has that ringing in their head, but the actual message they receive is different and up to you.
Tom Gunther is an NPC, a US senator, who will play an important role in one of my upcoming posts. For now what you need to know is he is the one our group answers to in the present day and he’s running the program which will get more light shed on it in one of my next posts.
Other than what I just explained, feel free to be creative in how you add information or lore to your posts for your characters. If you have any questions or anything, of course I’ll be more than happy to answer them for you! Happy writing!
There’s two timelines going, one after our initial opening and then the opening itself. In the present day, our group has already met and knows each other. They’re spending one last free night together before they’re to report in to the government for further orders. In the opening, it’s the beginning of everything. It’s the night of the prison attack and this is also where our character get and display their powers for the first time. Make sure to add “Heed my words, mortal…” to your posts somewhere. Every character has that ringing in their head, but the actual message they receive is different and up to you.
Tom Gunther is an NPC, a US senator, who will play an important role in one of my upcoming posts. For now what you need to know is he is the one our group answers to in the present day and he’s running the program which will get more light shed on it in one of my next posts.
Other than what I just explained, feel free to be creative in how you add information or lore to your posts for your characters. If you have any questions or anything, of course I’ll be more than happy to answer them for you! Happy writing!
We’ve reached our cast limit for now and I thank you all for the interest and character submissions. Time to get this party story started!
I’ll be working on the introductory IC post and that’ll be up and going this week. Posting order isn’t important really, you’re good to post when you’re able to do so within a two week period. Advanced RPs usually move at a bit of a slower pace than the other sections so I’m not expecting a fast paced, speed posting affair. If everyone has posted in a round though, you can usually expect that I’ll be posting soon after so as not to hold everyone up. What I will say is my GM posts will move scenes forward unless my character is interacting with your characters in which case there may be a bit of a dialogue before moving to the next phase of plot. I also highly encourage collab posts for continued dialogue volleys if your characters are going to be having a true back and forth, but it’s up to you of course.
With all that said, thank y’all for joining up again! I’m excited for this!
I’ll be working on the introductory IC post and that’ll be up and going this week. Posting order isn’t important really, you’re good to post when you’re able to do so within a two week period. Advanced RPs usually move at a bit of a slower pace than the other sections so I’m not expecting a fast paced, speed posting affair. If everyone has posted in a round though, you can usually expect that I’ll be posting soon after so as not to hold everyone up. What I will say is my GM posts will move scenes forward unless my character is interacting with your characters in which case there may be a bit of a dialogue before moving to the next phase of plot. I also highly encourage collab posts for continued dialogue volleys if your characters are going to be having a true back and forth, but it’s up to you of course.
With all that said, thank y’all for joining up again! I’m excited for this!
Character submissions have now come to a close and we are full. This message will be updated should more character slots become available in the future. Thank you for your interest and consideration!
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