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~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

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~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

Before Angel could even address Lawrence's astute question regarding their unnecessarily long period in the tanks it seemed he would have to face a most irksome adversary, 'the pissed off viking banshee bitch' as some secretly called the Asylum who was prone to breaking things and limbs. The Silver Reaper however simply settled for 'The Annoying One'.

"No, actually. No ice cream. Lets start with answers, instead. Like, why the fuck did you murder the Ourosboros management? Why the fuck was that Chimera going for specifically you? And what the fuck is the plan for making sure we don't get put at the top of everyone's 'too murder' list?"

The weary Lost Number slowly tilted his face towards the heavens as he remained seated while nurturing his pounding head, yet no absolution came, clearly when he thought this day couldn't get worse some entity out there decided, 'hmm why not'. This was not the first time Angel contemplated why was he the source of the 'Annoying One's' ire? True enough, usually he was the reason behind almost having the two Celtic ladies killed in a horrible fashion, but such things never came to pass.

"I didn't kill the management," Angel replied in weary resignation, knowing if he wouldn't explain the 'Annoying One' would simply continue nagging him. "What would I gain from it? I have enough hounds chasing me, adding others to that list is not wise now is it? Especially when it includes Ourosboros, A.M.R.O and all the Crests." As he spoke, the Lost Number made sure to fix his gaze upon the Celtic Asylum, his tinted spectacles shimmering an eerie silver.

"There was more than one party at Ourosboros. There was us, the Asylums tasked with locating Anya." As soon as Angel finished his sentence his index finger gestured the number one.

"Then there were those that were tasked with disposing the evidence, which was Anya." With that his middle finger joined his index to gesture the number two.

"And finally there was the person who somehow knew we would be in Ourosboros and devised the means to capitalize on the chaos and have me blamed for the deaths of the management, you all were bystander caught amidst a vendetta someone has against me." Once Angel finished, his gaze had shifted to the three fingers raised before him. "Now while it is unfortunate that eventually you maybe hunted to oblivion, such is not the case...presently. Live today and...maybe die tomorrow."

"Big Brother you forgot to answer the question why the Big Rhino thing was focusing on you? Did you do something bad?" Rena, realizing her moment to shine suddenly entered the fray, jumping between Maeve and Angel, twirling between them.

"I didn't forget little one," Angel replied while gently patting the Little Chrono, the kind smile on his face slowly warping to something more sinister as his gaze switched from his partner to the lot of Asylums in front of him. "And yes we did spend a considerable time in the tank." By this point Angel decided it would be most prudent to pretend Maeve was just a part of the wall or furniture and ignore her.

"Shouldn't have stayed that long in the blast radius you bunch a sillies!" Rena suddenly chirped while raising an admonishing finger towards Angel and his cohorts. Her expression a mimicry of Maeve's 'angry face' however Rena could only manage a comically adorable version of it.

"I agree it was not the most wisest of actions to delay our exit, but luckily the Alchemic Poisoning was not as serious as I thought it would be, I apologize for making you worry none the less." Angel's tone had taken a more sober touch despite the slight twitch of his lips that betrayed his submissive act, but then again the Lost Number always enjoyed spoiling the princess.

Rena on the other hand beamed with satisfaction as she continued to 'huff' and place her fists to her hips followed by a nod signifying her scolding would be enough to teach the rowdy bunch of Asylums a lesson.

"We may still experience the affects of Alchemic poisoning, you know the usual. Claustrophobia, Hallucinations, migraines, link disturbances. Oh and since none of us have used Alchemy at all for over a month, you may all also experience extreme Alchemic withdrawal. So you know, the usual. Claustrophobia, hallucinations, migraines and alchemy surges. Now if you all don't mind, I am taking my partner to get some ice-cr.."

"Oh good you all are up!" A stranger's voice casually interrupted the Silver Reaper as a rather tall fellow slowly made his way towards the crowd of re-awakening Asylums. From his stride and general body language it was quite obvious the man considered himself important and the way the others showed him respect also quite possibly signified the man has rank, perhaps a Lost Number. His appearance was all quite standard, traditional A.M.R.O attire, all aside from one oddity.

"What a weirdo..." Rena whispered while standing next to her partner, her eyes staring at the large twelve foot metal ladder strapped to the man's back.

"Yeah.." Angel nods in agreement while strapping his metal coffin onto his back. "Who would use a ladder as a weapon?"

"All of you are officially inducted as A.M.R.O instructors for the next month, your classes start," in that brief pause the man raised his arm to glimpse at his watch. "Now."

As if on que a deafening ring echoed across Innocence signifying the next round of classes.

"The art of seduction," with those final words the Ladder carrying fellow withdrew leaving the Silver Reaper just staring at his back in a strange silence.

"Seduction?" Rena finally broke the awkward silence, confusion showing on her face.

"A ladder?" Angel replied, equally confused.

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

True enough, A.M.R.O was made to be the necessary evil. Though I suppose the evil aspect as escalated a tad bit. :p

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

Just saw your post Konan, Lawrence is pretty astute ain't he? xD

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Soon to be edited: for now this thread is on hiatus.

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

Oh nice ones, interrogation and torture techniques most certainly!!!

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

Progress is better than no progress :p i'll take it!

Also anyone want to take part in designing the curriculum for would be Asylums.

Theory wise we have

* Alchemic theory

* fight strategy theory

* World history/economy/politics/geography

* the art of seduction and speech and infiltration

* Covert strategies

* Weapon theory

* survival theory

* self medication and herbal theory

* deception and manipulation techniques

Am I missing any other theories that the greatest soldier/agent in the world would want to know?

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

What is the progress on the post my pretties =p

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

Post is up!!

Chapter 2 is officially under way! Whoot whoot!

~Chrono Asylum: Devil's Plague

~START OF CHAPTER TWO~
INNOCENCE FALLING

Sleepless the Reaper drifted, his eyes shut and yet fully aware of his surroundings, how he envied those who could dream but such things were not for him for he only drifted, endlessly.

"Time to wake up sleepy head!" A familiar voice seemed to echo, calling out followed by the sounds of tapping on a glass like surface.

"Such a nuisance," the Reaper thought while content to drift yet knowing this half dream had come to an end. First his fingers flexed followed by a twitch of his eyes and then he was awake. Angel observed the tube that imprisoned him and in it he floated amidst a green liquid, unable to drown, breathing through a mask. His weary eyes scanned left and right, the Chrono stood in front of him while the remaining Asylums also seemed to float in similar tubes. Remarkable devices that were dubbed 'Fish Tanks' simply because no one could muster the effort to pronounce its actual name. They had a simple function, to enhance the body's ability to heal at an exponentially rapid rate. If you drew breath, regardless of wound, there was a good chance you would survive if placed in a fish tank.

"How long?" Despite unable to speak, Angel mimed the words through a hand gesture and his partner responded with lifting a single finger.

"A day? That went better than expected" Angel thought, his tense muscles relaxing, though not for long. His eye brows slowly appeared to rise upon observing his partner giggling.

"A month!" the Reaper exclaimed as soon as he took his first step out of the 'fish tank', disbelief plastered over his face as he proceeded to change into a more suitable attire than the briefs that he was in. Who took my clothes off? Angel would have invested more into this trail of thought though that was interrupted when the remaining fish tanks were drained.

"It seems the rest are finally up, what say we go greet them little one?" As he spoke his fingers gently brushed the Chrono's blonde hair. "I am sorry I took so long, you must have been lonely?"

For a second the Chrono's head hid under the gaze of her brother, the child swiftly wiping away the tears and then staring back with a brilliant smile followed by a shake of her head. "Nu-uh, Rin kept me company and we had loads of fun! But I did miss you!"

"I missed you too little one, why don't we all go for some ice-cream?" A smile couldn't help but tug its way at the Reaper's lips as he observed the sudden change in the Chrono's spirit at the mention of 'ice-cream'. "Lets go invite the rest?"

As soon as Ante Mortem approached the remaining Asylums, Angel attention seemed to be stolen by a tug at his vest. Not that the Reaper minded the chance of being distracted from observing a bunch of rowdy Asylums in their undergarments.

"Yes Rena?"

"Can I fly it?"

For a few seconds Angel only wore confusion on his face and then the realization slowly dawned on him. His eyes brows lifting upwards, seeking to pop off his forehead.

"Fly....we are on...ah..." Any and all expression had faded from the Reaper's face and he simply stood stoic with a poker face. "I need to sit down, go retrieve the others," even his words appeared to be spoken mechanically as if from a victim in shock.

The Reaper grimaced as he observed his partner frolic away, his own steps seemed to be a labor fit for Hercules. By the time Angel finally found himself seated Rena had already approached the remaining Asylums, helping clear away their confusion with her youthful optimism. The Reaper however was content to be sprawled over his chair, his head tilted towards the ceiling and a palm covering his spectacles. The ideal posture of someone hoping he won't vomit and gain a new infamous nick name. 'The barfing Angel'.......yes that should be avoided.

I should think of something else....lets see what has happened so far?

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We were briefed that there is trouble brewing between the Bloodlines, who are basically glorified royalty among the rogues of the alchemic world. They are also extremely vital in maintaining order and providing A.M.R.O with skilled candidates to become it's Asylums. It is no wonder A.M.R.O is giving this mission such a high priority, an entire Bloodline has been wiped, all that potential resource....gone. The remaining Bloodlines believe that one of them has committed this atrocity to further their own political agenda. This is why I hate politics, it always breeds paranoia, distrust and war. Ah war, that is exactly what will happen if we don't stop this. I guess that is why I expended so much effort, as much as I like to just lie down and try to nap, an all out Alchemic war is not good for anyone, especially the human race.

And so Ante Mortem along with a bunch of Asylums were sent to Venice to retrieve the sole survivor of the Bloodline massacre, who reportedly was seeking refuge with the Pallidinos, a Bloodline that had sown its roots in religion and in Venice. That Bloodline was pretty useless in the end, not only did they refuse to acknowledge that the survivor was hiding among them but they proceeded to hint that the target had escaped and was seeking a haven elsewhere. I don't blame the poor girl, she witnessed the utter annihilation of her family, such an experience tends to warp a person's perception and suddenly there is no safe place in the world. Except one.

I truly dislike that place, how ironic that it would be the only logical choice for a girl trying to hide from an alchemic threat. Ourosboros. A club unlike any other for it offers what no one else can and not even A.M.R.O has any authority within it. Such places are called 'Parle', they come under a Chrono and as such no form of violence and or intervention can occur. This one rule applies to anyone and everyone. No wonder the place came to be a den for the corrupt, the very abode of the alchemic underworld. It is no surprise that we found Anya there, 'no blood can ever be spilled in Ourosboros'. The girl actually believed that, she has yet to understand that there is no finality, what is said can be unsaid. It is simply a matter of weighing the consequences with the reward. Someone out there clearly found Anya to be more important than the one rules that defined Ourosboros, a rule that if broken would usher an alchemic witch hunt unlike any other. It is a good thing we were there to foil the attempts on the girl's life, though what is disturbing is that I believe there were two unrelated parties vying for two unrelated objectives. The hit squad was definitely after Anya but the Chimera....that monstrosity was after....ah I am getting side lined. What happened next?

Ah of course, we successfully saved the package, defeated the enemy and escaped. Oh and yes I do suppose we got blamed for the murder of Ourosboros management and then we did completely eradicate Ourosboros itself. And so not only do we have to worry about stopping a Bloodline war but also hoping the truth is not discovered which would make us fugitives.....the very rogues of the world and A.M.R.O itself would hunt us.....that would be unpleasant.

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With that Angel found himself staring at the palm of his hand.

"That did not make me feel better....ice cream?" The last part appeared to be a question directed at his Asylum "friends" who were now dressed and ready to re-enter society. A part of Angel slowly dreaded the amount of questions that would surface from this lot.....this will be a long day.