Wraithblade6 Member
Interrogator Chaplain
STATUS: I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives. 6 yrs ago
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I may not come back. It was nice playing with you all. I wish you all good lives.
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The fires of hell did not kill me.
9 yrs ago
No shoes no shirt and I still get service WHY?!
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9 yrs ago
God told me, I've already got the life.....
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Yay. Backup for Void. Beware, they are inside the airport building.
Welcome.
is that an omen foreshadowing the return of the dreaded Stein?
Yes. Yes it is.
I'm pondering a post, but I want to see what others are doing.
A baggage cart came into view, and Mithias realized it was rolling directly up the runway, his runway. It was unlikely that a fledgling vampire would be driving, and an older one would probably opt to run for better speed. Mithias waited until they were close enough, then revved his engine, scaring the crap out of them. Even though his bike's lights were off, there was no way even humans with hazmat suits on could have failed to notice him before crashing. They stopped, and asked him aforementioned questions.
He recognized the humans as SOLDIER, and they recognized him, to a degree. Mithias hadn't even realized his eyes had lit up red in response to his mixed emotions. He stood there, across his seat, dressed in an elegant suit and leather jacket, dark hair hanging behind him. He looked from Frank to Mikey. "I'm afraid not, soldier." Both humans looked like they were beginning to freak out at that answer, so Mithais added reassuringly, "I am not backup, but I am ex-SOLDIER Elite, and I am here." The vampire got off the bike. "I am retired." he firmly stated, as he unpacked his weapons, stowing several specific daggers inside his jacket. He couldn't hide the slight perturbation in his voice. "I was hoping to catch a flight to Europe tonight, but I understand there has been an incident. Perhaps you would be so kind as to appraise me of the situation?"
He listened as the two agents fumbled with what they were at liberty to say, but he convinced them. "And these bags? Why did you bother to retrieve them so quickly?"
Blank looks from the two. "We were given orders..."
"Yeah, and we had to wear these suits."
Mithias nodded confidently and without any kind of orders or clearance, he took a look for himself. One bag, or case rather specifically, was a source of noxious gas. Mithias wrinkled his nose. What 'gift' had Void left for these humans upon his arrival. He gasped at what he saw, Contagion itself! It had actually begun to melt through the side of its container. How was it this came to practically fall into his lap?
"Sir! Step away from the truck! Now!" Frank was listening to his earpiece, continuing to follow orders. He got out and held a gun at the vampire.
Mikey turned around to look questioningly at his partner. "Frank, put the gun down!"
Mithias' ears could pickup the voice coming from Frank's earpiece. "...orders to open fire immediately, do not let him escape."
Frank started shooting. Mikey drew his weapons. Franks head was off his shoulders.
Mike froze.
Mithias glared down the length of a bloody, titanium sword at him. He held the disease-causing Contagion in his other hand. He paused... He had really just killed a person.
Mikey dropped his weapons and cowered.
Mithias was angry. Anger covered up regret fairly well. Frank's death couldn't have been avoided, not without huge risk. He'd spare Mikey if at all possible.
Tilting his head the vampire lowered his sword. "I'm sorry, but I am taking this artifact where it will be safe from Void and cause no further harm. You can include that in your report."
Then he was gone.
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Text message:
"Britannia Int. Kilo Point?"
He recognized the humans as SOLDIER, and they recognized him, to a degree. Mithias hadn't even realized his eyes had lit up red in response to his mixed emotions. He stood there, across his seat, dressed in an elegant suit and leather jacket, dark hair hanging behind him. He looked from Frank to Mikey. "I'm afraid not, soldier." Both humans looked like they were beginning to freak out at that answer, so Mithais added reassuringly, "I am not backup, but I am ex-SOLDIER Elite, and I am here." The vampire got off the bike. "I am retired." he firmly stated, as he unpacked his weapons, stowing several specific daggers inside his jacket. He couldn't hide the slight perturbation in his voice. "I was hoping to catch a flight to Europe tonight, but I understand there has been an incident. Perhaps you would be so kind as to appraise me of the situation?"
He listened as the two agents fumbled with what they were at liberty to say, but he convinced them. "And these bags? Why did you bother to retrieve them so quickly?"
Blank looks from the two. "We were given orders..."
"Yeah, and we had to wear these suits."
Mithias nodded confidently and without any kind of orders or clearance, he took a look for himself. One bag, or case rather specifically, was a source of noxious gas. Mithias wrinkled his nose. What 'gift' had Void left for these humans upon his arrival. He gasped at what he saw, Contagion itself! It had actually begun to melt through the side of its container. How was it this came to practically fall into his lap?
"Sir! Step away from the truck! Now!" Frank was listening to his earpiece, continuing to follow orders. He got out and held a gun at the vampire.
Mikey turned around to look questioningly at his partner. "Frank, put the gun down!"
Mithias' ears could pickup the voice coming from Frank's earpiece. "...orders to open fire immediately, do not let him escape."
Frank started shooting. Mikey drew his weapons. Franks head was off his shoulders.
Mike froze.
Mithias glared down the length of a bloody, titanium sword at him. He held the disease-causing Contagion in his other hand. He paused... He had really just killed a person.
Mikey dropped his weapons and cowered.
Mithias was angry. Anger covered up regret fairly well. Frank's death couldn't have been avoided, not without huge risk. He'd spare Mikey if at all possible.
Tilting his head the vampire lowered his sword. "I'm sorry, but I am taking this artifact where it will be safe from Void and cause no further harm. You can include that in your report."
Then he was gone.
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Text message:
"Britannia Int. Kilo Point?"
2mi to KP. The illuminated sign flew by on the right, a pack of moths already flittering about the lights as darkness had fallen. Mithias could tell something unusual was going on, as traffic had backed up on the off-ramp to the airport. Slowing, he skirted by the inconvenienced cars on the shoulder. Aggravated motorists honked their horns and shouted, but he had nothing to say to them. Emergency vehicle lights could be seen blinking festively in the distance, making his destination clear. What in the living hell was going on at Kilo Point's airport?
Mithias flicked on the radio, the police scanner, but all coms were quiet or full of the regular bullshit. He missed being on the inside as a SOLDIER agent, but even they often lacked information. Getting closer, Mithais avoided a police barricade and drove off road to get around a 13 foot chain-link fence. Swords, guns, grenades, violin... cellphone... Mithias made a quick note of what he had on his bike, realizing he didn't bring grenades. No matter. He drove rapidly down the runway toward the developing bloody massacre, shutting off his lights and stopping just close enough to get a visual. He took off his helm to see more clearly, exhaling with deep discontent.
The police scanner radio went off, much more clearly this time. "701. Airport Road. ... 10-99 SWAT." That was enough information to tell another "vampire incident" of some sort was going down. His first instinct would normally have been to get involved, play his role, and protect the innocent, but this time Mithias hesitated. He was retired. He was "dead," for all intents and purposes having to do with the war. These humans weren't truly his family, not after so many generations, yet he felt the impulse claw at him from within. "Help me. Save me. Please protect us..." They would say. Mithias narrowed his eyes. It was highly doubtful any planes would be taking off from here in the next 24 hours. He leaned forward, letting the engine rumble quietly beneath him, as he tried for the first time to feel only cold. ... He knew he should simply, leave.
Mithias flicked on the radio, the police scanner, but all coms were quiet or full of the regular bullshit. He missed being on the inside as a SOLDIER agent, but even they often lacked information. Getting closer, Mithais avoided a police barricade and drove off road to get around a 13 foot chain-link fence. Swords, guns, grenades, violin... cellphone... Mithias made a quick note of what he had on his bike, realizing he didn't bring grenades. No matter. He drove rapidly down the runway toward the developing bloody massacre, shutting off his lights and stopping just close enough to get a visual. He took off his helm to see more clearly, exhaling with deep discontent.
The police scanner radio went off, much more clearly this time. "701. Airport Road. ... 10-99 SWAT." That was enough information to tell another "vampire incident" of some sort was going down. His first instinct would normally have been to get involved, play his role, and protect the innocent, but this time Mithias hesitated. He was retired. He was "dead," for all intents and purposes having to do with the war. These humans weren't truly his family, not after so many generations, yet he felt the impulse claw at him from within. "Help me. Save me. Please protect us..." They would say. Mithias narrowed his eyes. It was highly doubtful any planes would be taking off from here in the next 24 hours. He leaned forward, letting the engine rumble quietly beneath him, as he tried for the first time to feel only cold. ... He knew he should simply, leave.
The ghost angel opened his arms as if to embrace the dark on, yet they passed through each other. Eclipse turned around to face him, sighing. "Dark One. You have prayed for me and seen to the proper burial of my remains, yet my spirit cannot rest. My grave has been desecrated nearly as soon as it was made, and my body has been defiled. An agent of eternal darkness walks in my corpse, corrupting my once pure image. You who have begun to walk in the light, I beg you, take my sword and return my body to the earth. I will guide you and aid you. I will always be with you." The faint angel knelt down, wings low, pleading humbly with the little dark one.
All the times, all the incinerations... Mithias nearly flipped. He really hated portals.
By sheer will alone, Mithais threw Bug off of him and grabbed the very border of the portal itself... and... crawled... back... through.
"Drac!" The moderately pissed off vampire, lept out of the portal Drac had previously thrown him in. "I'm not leaving you behind!" The soul blade manifested like a rent in the substance of space in his right hand. He aimed at the WTF being in front of them as Drac was preparing his crazy attack.
By sheer will alone, Mithais threw Bug off of him and grabbed the very border of the portal itself... and... crawled... back... through.
"Drac!" The moderately pissed off vampire, lept out of the portal Drac had previously thrown him in. "I'm not leaving you behind!" The soul blade manifested like a rent in the substance of space in his right hand. He aimed at the WTF being in front of them as Drac was preparing his crazy attack.
... Omg the whiteness.
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