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Location: 35th Floor Mishe

The sounds of metal and leather clanging hard on the streets as two figures were in full sprint.

"DAWNSTAR! WE DONT HAVE ENOUGH TIME WE HAVE TO GET AHOLD OF AS MANY PEOPLE AS WE CAN!" Cried out one of figures to the other covered in bright metal armour.

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME TWICE DARKSTAR YOU TAKE THE LEFT AND I'LL GO RIGHT BROTHER!" Dawnstar yelled back at her brother who was beginning to move much faster as he was only wearing dark leather and chain mail armour. The city was large and they didn't know how much time they had left.

Darkstar passed by a place named the Weathercock Pavillion and saw two men sitting outside one looking at a map, the other talking to him with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey! There's something going on outside of the safe zone, follow this path to where you can see the hill, something is happening and we need people, it could be player killers!" He said as he grabbed at the man before slamming open the door and repeating what he said to the man. He then took off without time for a reply. He couldn't wait, people had to know.

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Dawnstar looked around for a place where there would be playing characters and saw a shop "Flawless Sword" it said, she ran into the building crashing through the door and saw two people there.

"Something's happening outside the safe zone of the city, it could be player killers! We might need your help!" She shouted turning and leaving as quickly as she came in and continued yelling the same thing trying to reach as many people as possible.

Darkstar and Dawnstar both ran for some time and reached as many people as they could until they heard something like a megaphone activate. Oh no! We might be too late! they both thought and headed back to the edge of the city still yelling at people. A large number of NPC's had gathered there already.

They saw eight figures on the horizon, five of them were standing cloaked from head to toe, the two on either side were by far larger than the three in the middle, and then there were three that were on their knees with sheets over their heads, their life bars indicating that they were dangerously close to
0 hp. Darkstar and Dawnstar headed to the front of the crowd.

The figure in the middle began to speak, the voice of a man roared through the crowd.

"My fellow players, it has been a long time since we were first chosen to be a part of this game. Many of you have become great warriors, with legendary stories of victory and reputations that far exceed that of which you had in your previous life. So why would you want to leave such a place. By continuing to try to end this game you are bringing yourselves closer to becoming the shadows that you once were.
I for one wish to stay in this game, and as you can see I have others that agree with me that are here today and many more of you that are on the brink of giving up this fight, just needing some guidance. And then there are those who won't give up."
He said as he lifted the sheets from the three people who were on their knees, one was a woman about the age of twenty with brown hair clad thin armour, the second was a man in his twenties as well with a full beard and red hair. The third was a girl, just barely out of her teens, crying could be heard before she was silenced.

"These three individuals were part of the front line, they thought that by continuing the fight they would be contributing to something. They want our stories to end, and we can't have that can we. So we have to make an example to all of you front line players, stop this ludicrous mission and just live out your lives in the splendor that is this world." He continued on as he began to walk in front of the three. When his hand reached out to touch the crying teenager, you could see large claws coming from it. "Now let them hear you scream." He said as he ran the blade across her throat, watching as her last hp past the 0 point and he body became pixels, with screams being the last thing she said. The other two cried out in horror.

"You bastard!" The man said.

"Please! Haven't you done enough? They get the message!" Cried the woman.

Their cries could be heard through the crowd. Darkstar and Dawnstar gripped their weapons and readied to run.

"May your sacrifices be worthy for The Gates of Hell..." was the last thing they heard before a rapier and another sword stabbed through the two remaining people. Their life bars fading to 0 and their bodies turned into pixels, scattering in the wind.

The four cloaked figures walked off into the distance behind the hill and disappeared from view. The fifth figure lingered, the one that spoke. Dawnstar and Darkstar both made a sprint to the hill. But then pixels began to distort around the figure as he laughed, still being able to be heard through the crowd. In a matter of seconds the distorted pixels seemed to overtake him as his figure disappeared from site. The two reached the top of the hill only to see nothing but the last of the distorted pixels disappearing from their site, the others were also long gone now hidden in the forest. The two stopped in horror.

"What the fu... How is that even possible sis! He just disappeared into thin air, it's impossible!" Cried out Darkstar looking at his sister.

"I don't know, but it's not something that was programmed into the game, we might be in over our heads brother." She replied as they stood there on the top of the hill. Darkstar rubbing the back of his head with his left hand and his group tightening around his glaive with his right hand. While Dawnstar felt the floor where the figures had been and looking on into the forest.

@DeadlyPhoenix@zellected@Aquanthe@zellected@manapool1@SleepingSilence@BobLeBoeuf
Alright ladies and gentlemen it is Wednesday and I am hoping everyone is having a good day. I will begin my post and hope you all enjoy if those of you who have not posted before you can join us later if you choose!
@MegaOscarPwn hehehe had to drive to school couldn't quickly respond but luckily got others willing to take on that fight muhuhuhahaha! Just blame the Spanish Inquisition because no one suspects them!
Yeah very nice bud! The Flock has a very long reach indeed.

We can slowly add hints of divine presence here and there over time.

But I like the way that it is going, and it's always death, never rescue with the scum of The Flock. If there is a chance of info being released they must be silenced forever.

@kidjab
@MegaOscarPwn oh man what have I done haha of course I was being sarcastic bud on any given day there are millions of factors that can decide who wins and who loses. One or the other could get lucky, I don't really care haha, all of the classes of warriors back in those days were badass in their own ways. But now we all have guns and other problems to worry about.

@shylarah @Bright_Ops I do like the fact that we have people learning German, that would be quite terrible going in their just yelling at one another.
@kidjab Too bad bud! We still have our 1x1 so all is good with me haha!
@Kessir Tarkin@Bright_Ops
Fuck that.
Those weeb martial arts are weak.
GlĂ­ma for the win.
Literally fight like a Viking.
H2H bois.


May I remind you of the Samurai fighting the Viking on Spike's Deadliest Warrior, and who won... that's right the samurai. Because Spike TV has the best resources and are completely reliable XD XD XD
@Kessir Tarkin

Hey bud I'm a bit stuck right now. So I want to bounce some ideas off of you a bit more before posting some more. So for this Arc (aptly named Whisper) I want this to be the descent the beginning of the fall. Diving deeper into the Underbelly of the city and getting caught up in political intrigue via dealings with The Flock.

I know I want the end of the arc to be an all out brawl with head of the Elstai Family. That will send Apoche into disarray and cause Dhusa to be a fugitive. Any suggestions on how to start this? I Know I want to question the red head and begin the journey.


@kidjab Alright, here are some things we can interrogate the woman and get the confirmation that she belongs to the Flock, and that she was working for someone from the Elstai Family, but before we can actually get a name something happens. I can come up with something in the case we want to go that way.

We could then have a number of choices from there:
- Investigation where we find members of the flock and work on them until something is given up.
- Chase the mysterious shadow figure where we are on the hunt for someone, maybe they had something to do with the death of our hostage, maybe they are hired or maybe they are carrying out a mission from The Flock to keep her silent. (If we choose this since your character is the main focus of this arc, I can take control of it so you can react how you would want Dhusa to react.)
- Detective work where we learn about her after her death, where she lived and use clues to find out how she is connected to The Flock and the Elstai Family.
- Maybe we don't get the Elstai name in time and stumble upon it later with the clues and information we gathered.

Then when we reach the Elstai family, a confrontation occurs, either by forces that are yet unknown to us but want Dhusa to become a fugitive to stop her from intervening in something bigger.

We could also go the divine route way, maybe they are involved in demons and other deities where we find that we are getting involved in something much bigger than we ever expected to be and something like the house they live in is destroyed and we are framed based on the circumstances of us being there.

What you think so far?
@Bright_Ops Ok, I agree with you so I changed his training to Jujutsu and Kenjutsu even though he never actually used a Katana sword. Also it wouldn't have been made, but before the war his grandparents or parents could have made a trip to Japan before tensions were rising and purchased a sword and shipped it back home. But to make it less complex I would just say he was trained in basics but never got to use an actual sword. Would that seem more appropriate? It seems you would know more than I would, I'm just looking some stuff up now into what would be acceptable.
Kaneda was relaxing on the bed that was assigned to him, nothing much but a single mattress resting in a thin metal frame. He looked up at the roof of the building and played around with his family ring on the necklace. He could feel a spring jab into his back and groaned, he then closed his eyes and thought to make himself lighter, the mattress started to rise and decompress and the spring no longer poked in his back. He sighed in relief and continued looking at the ring.

He thought about all that had transpired, the experiments back home in Canada, the training, the excitement he first fell when he gained his gifts, then thought of the men coming to take him and his family away. The promise that he made to his family and the long drive in a truck with people he did not know all the way down to the states and ending up in this barracks.

He gripped the ring tightly one last time and put it back under his shirt. He then sat up and looked around, he was excited that there were others like him, at first he thought that he would be the only one, to be experimented on so that others might attain his gift. But that was not the case, instead there were a good number of others with their own unique talents and backgrounds. As the training went on he could only feel that he was being closely watched, being a half-Japanese, half-German didn't help matters and his Asian heritage was clearly a reminder of what they were fighting over in Eruope.

Kaneda took a deep breath, he just had to prove to them that he wasn't what the media or local gossips say, calling his kind a traitor, a spy. He just wanted them to understand that he is willing to sacrifice everything to protect his home and his country, just like everyone who signed up to fight. So he trained hard, always giving his best and for the most part he didn't get much flack, not as much as he expected which he guessed was nice.

As his mind wandered he could hear the sound of footsteps entering their living space, his training taught him that someone was coming for a visit, probably something to do about training commencing when they were done their break.

"Attention!" A voice commanded, and as he looked over to where the voice was coming from he realized it was Captain David Stevens. He quickly got off his bed and stood up straight and thought himself as his normal weight again, he then followed with a salute and then placed his hands at his sides. "We are going to meet a very important person today after lunch, but before we do that, we are going to run the Currahee, so grab your PT gear and assemble outside." The captain continued.

A visitor? Who could that be? I hope that it's someone with something to actually say, instead of just progress reports and boring military type interactions from superior officers. He thought to himself and came to the conclusion that any break in this routine is welcome.

"Sir, yes sir." He responded as he went for his clothes in a box at the end of the bed.

He then began mentally preparing for the run that was about to take place, he didn't know what the Currahee was but as always, it wasn't going to be easy or much fun. But orders were orders and he wasn't going to be the one to stop following them now. Too much was at stake for him to be messing around. So he grabbed his PT gear and put it on before heading outside. When he left the barracks he took in a deep breath as a breeze came, much better than the dry air in the barracks.

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