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Nick sat on the ground, with his pistol in hand and his free hand reaching for another mag. All he could get from the other side of the door was silence, which probably meant they didn't want him in. He lightly knocked on the door, quiet enough so that the others couldn't hear it. To his surprise, what came back was not the sound he expected. The people inside hadn't bothered to lock the door, which meant that they were, officially, cold hearted bastards. Well, not that that wasn't to be expected. From across the room, Juno yelled at Nick to move, to which he obliged.
"Yes, Captain" he replied, making sure to add a large amount of sarcasm to his mention of her rank. It was great teasing her about that. He stood, and shot the nearest person he saw to make sure the gun was working. Then he swivelled and shot straight at the door, the bullet breaking through it and hitting the ground by the two inside.
"I'll be back for you two later" he yelled at the door as he turned away and fired a couple more shots into the crowd, one hitting one of Juno's men and sending him sprawling to the floor.

Nick found his way to a door; a locked door. It was pretty sturdy by the looks of things, and wasn't likely to give way if he tried breaking it down. He kicked it a couple of times, causing a loud banging sound to reverberate around the club. Then he drew the pistol and shot at the handle, causing it to break into pieces and scatter across the ground. The door swung open, allowing Nick access to the higher floors where the leader inevitably was. He kicked the door open slightly and made his way up the stairs, finding an office of some guy. He kicked the door in and aimed his pistol directly at the man, who sat with a pistol to his head whilst looking very solemn. He wasn't going to kill him, because torture was so much more fun. He fired off a set of shots, one aimed for his right leg, another the left and the final one the raised arm. As soon as they fired he dropped the gun and grabbed two different items; his knife, and a syringe he kept in his pocket. Holding them, he leapt at the guy with ALMOST full intent to kill. Except that he wasn't, despite the syringe being filled with poison. Who knew, maybe the guys was just like him; a freak of nature.

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Well, I got caught up when I was going to continue and then had a bit of a family problem, but all in all it will be done tonight.

God's Shattering [Concluded]

Sierra continued along the tunnel, following on with the... Rather eccentric woman and the two sisters. When Mei turned and put on a rather terrifying show, she couldn't help but laugh at how rediculous some members of the populous truly were. When the laser trap suddenly activated, however, she was greeted with a forbidding and truly frightening reality. She had forgotten for a while now, but she remembered that they were in fact infiltrating the Imperators own residence. Her eyes widened at the sudden realisation, and she sucked quite suddenly as a laser shot straight above her head from the refractive beads. When the trap deactivated, Sierra's heart was pounding. She had never been good with stressful situations, and that went double for ones where her life was in danger.

They continued walking, and a strange old man appeared from the hall, talking about rats of some kind. Then he fired a series of magic blasts directed squarely at their hearts. That was, by far, the thing she needed to allow direct combat. She sidestepped the beam and grabbed the watch that dangled from a chain on her pocket. Then she did something completely unnatural, that if anybody who didn't know what it was saw it, they would be dumbfounded. Then, she moved the thumb away as all the buttons she pressed lit up in the exact order she pressed, only to all converge it the centre. She moved her left hand over the top of it and seemingly grabbed something straight from the air just above the watch.
"Renal Ich Zen Fulloken" she chanted, the watch suddenly glowing white and vanishing from her hand. Then it appeared again, this time dangling from a chain on her left side, hanging from her front jacket pocket. In her right hand a great white light formed, melding into the shape of a katana. As it formed, it spread out from her hand and gained colour; a dull, shineless grey. Then she spoke, but this time instead of her normal, light and slightly nerdy voice, came a hard, yet still light, dark tone reflective of her weapon.
"You know somethings are best left forgotten. Just like your body will be after
I'm finished FLAYING YOU!" she yelled, directly at the man and beyond; to the Imperator herself.

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I'm gonna get it up today, I promise. It wont be that soon, but it will be up.

Teenage Wasteland

Erren stood off to the side of the funeral procession and watched from a short distance. He had connections to the people who were dead, of course, but he never really stayed with the Forgotten long enough to make any real bonds. The only two he actually had some kind of relationship with were Hans and Kim, but even then there wasn't much. He lifted his right hand and looked at the card he held; 17. Then his arm dropped to his side, and he stared into the distance and past the graves.
"Fear thee not, oh beautiful, for he is a dead man." he sung under his breath, flipping the card in between his fingers in a melodic fashion to the music. The only people there were Hans, Abe and him, which left an eerie quiet atmosphere over the graveyard only broken by the disjointed psalm or hymn or whatever the two were reciting. Erren then pulled a deck of cards from his pocket and slid the 17 back in, careful to aim for the exact spot it had left. Then he dropped it into his coat and pulled out a small revolver from his pocket, before spinning the barrel. He always kept one bullet in for times when he needed occupying.
"No bullet," he said quietly, spinning it again, "No bullet," and again, "No bullet," until, after 7 attempts, he said "Loaded," and emptied the barrel, the bullet sliding from the chamber where he predicted. Dropping that in his pocket, he turned and walked off with the revolver in hand, towards the Forgotten base.

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More or less... I was kinda waiting Hillbilly to make a post before I did so.

Imperfect World (New Players Always Welcome!)

Dont worry, I just haven't gotten round to making the post. I am doing it tonight, s0 be patient ^_^

Teenage Wasteland

Erren "Nine" Drake

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Age:

17

Faction:

Mostly the Forgotten, but he has been known to go alone on occasion.

Personality:

Erren is rather brash, often saying things that are offensive on a whim without thinking. He has been known to be rather uncaring with his actions and often doesn't care about neither the repercussions or the people involved. He has also been known to be very violent, to the point of almost killing people, but tends to hide it from his friends. Despite this, he is actually extremely intelligent in both chemistry and computer science, whilst also being a rather impressive fiction writer. And, to put it simply, he has a mild case of chuunibyou.

Backstory:

To be revealed, except maybe one part. Try and guess ^_^

Other:

He keeps a set of very sharp knives, two katanas and a shotgun in his secret area. He also has a set of 52 cards that he made himself, all with summoning circles printed on them.

He has also adopted the moniker of Nine from somewhere, but he has also called himself the "Ninth Ruler of the Continuum Throne". Whatever that means...

Teenage Wasteland

Right, there we go. It's a bit short because I haven't and won't be writing a backstory until neccasary.

Erren "Nine" Drake

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Age:

17

Faction:

Mostly the Forgotten, but he has been known to go alone on occasion.

Personality:

Erren is rather brash, often saying things that are offensive on a whim without thinking. He has been known to be rather uncaring with his actions and often doesn't care about neither the repercussions or the people involved. He has also been known to be very violent, to the point of almost killing people, but tends to hide it from his friends. Despite this, he is actually extremely intelligent in both chemistry and computer science, whilst also being a rather impressive fiction writer. And, to put it simply, he has a mild case of chuunibyou.

Backstory:

To be revealed, except maybe one part. Try and guess ^_^

Other:

He keeps a set of very sharp knives, two katanas and a shotgun in his secret area. He also has a set of 52 cards that he made himself, all with summoning circles printed on them.

He has also adopted the moniker of Nine from somewhere, but he has also called himself the "Ninth Ruler of the Continuum Throne". Whatever that means...

God's Shattering [Concluded]

Sierra followed suit with the girls and the new companion, being mostly silent for the entire thing. By the time she decided to actually talk however, they had already reached the entrance to the tunnel. She stepped towards Mei rather idly, and tried to at least talk and make a first impression rather than seem like an awkward mute.
"Hey, I, uh, don't think I've seen you around Librarian at all. Are you new, or, have I just not seen you?" she said, thinking about where she had heard the name before. Only after did she realise what she had actually said and the information she had left out.
"O-Oh I'm, uh, Sierra. Sierra Periculum. It's... Uh, nice to meet you?" she lightly stammered. Being in social situations with strangers with new, and especially when it was work related. Sierra stretched out her hand, and from her wrist the watch dangled off of a chain, spinning in a circular motion from the chains tension. It had no door to seal off the face, so the mass of buttons and peculiar pattern stood out on black background against the cold, grey steel of the watch. It didn't exactly matter who saw it, as long as no one actually recognised it for what it was; a weapon. As she waited for her reply, she began tuning ham into what the twins were saying. She had pretty much muted their conversations because of how dull it was listening to them again and again. Maybe one day they would shut up. Now that would be a miracle.