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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 19, 2008 8:46:32 GMT -5
Lumber has been a major part of Miniapolis’ econemy since the early days on which it was founded. Though the buildings themselves might be old the old equipment has been exchanged for state of the art utilities. The mill is located just beside the Mississippi river and since the outbreak has completely shut down. Though the site is of little interest, it has proven useful to those awaiting transport down the river via boat.
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Post by Reaper on Dec 23, 2012 19:44:02 GMT -5
((Dominique and Sin enter))
With sword in hand she pushed open a door leading into the building. A gun would probably have been a safer bet, but it would also alert anyone near to their location. When she knew it was clear she lead Sin into the building. "Sit down over there. Let me take a look at your wounds." She shut the door and moved around the room to make sure it was completly secured, and then looked for something to tend to Sin's wounds. Finding some cloth and water around the room she came back down to Sin. "Do you have a way of communication to the Templar Base near by?" she walked over to a window and looked out. "At day break they will attack the fortress and find that there is no way in, and they'll know I've failed my mission." She looked back at Sin. "They'll know I failed my mission and assume my death. I had no form of communication with me. The camp is a good half day hike from here, and your in no condition to make it right now."
She walked over to Sin and started helping her remove her armor. "Don't get use to this. It's in the Templar's best order that you survive." With a significant amount of her armor off she started soaking the rags and wrapping her wounds. "Now I must inquire at how you come to be here alone. I've not known a Black Crusader to travel alone, and considering your injuries . . . . What happened to the rest of your soldiers?" she asked as she moved to wrap her ribs. She stood up and her hand drifted to her back from where it still hurt. Shaking it off for the time she moved back to the window to keep a look out. "Just relax. For the time being. "
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Post by Diviners on Dec 23, 2012 20:12:15 GMT -5
When they finally reached their new destination, Sin could barely move but a step more when the Templar led her to a chair within the building of the sawmill. Yet, some part of her refused to fall into the grey fog that threatened to overwhelm her, every time it would take a grip of her she forced herself to push it back knowing if she gave an inch she might lose the right to earn her chance to see Simon-a thought that had pushed her so far her will to see him again if she could earn it and so she kept herself awake as the Templar moved around the room. When asked if she had communications with the Templars she shook her head, and for some reason she couldn't remember how she was suppose to communicate with them before remembering they were suppose to call in from the communication center from within the base they were sent to investigate.
Leaning her back against the back of the chair, feeling the weight of her armor upon her tired body and realized that even if she had made it to the castle she would have been in no condition to fight as the Templar spoke of her mission and for a moment Sin had a vague recollection that it would have been the next target for Seraph squad when they rejoined the main force, and yet as that thought came it also vanished as another wave of pain and exhaustion overwhelmed her senses and so she became unaware for a space of moments it seemed till she became aware of a burden being lifted from her shoulders.
Dragging her self from the grey fog that was attempting to drag her deeper down, she noticed the Templar was removing her armor, a few words of how this was a special case and something about being valuable. Those words confused Sin, was the Templar valuable, it must be so...I see...I must, new mission protect the templar..special, valuable..., her thoughts disjointed but she felt a sense of wellness from them knowing she had a mission to complete as the Templar continued to speak.
Rousing herself enough to answer the Templar, she must report the mission, it was a need to make her useful to the Templar of use...yes, Templar earn the right to see Simon, she was disturbed by how disjointed her thoughts had become as she at first haltingly reported the mission her squad was on and her current condition.
Her voice, still strangely melodious if weak from pain and exhaustion struggled, "...Mission in-vesitage...lack of-communica-tion from fourth orbital base...five black armored Crusaders-where abouts and condition...", pausing for a moment when the Templar tightened a bandage around her midsection, black and blue bruises dotting her entire upper body where her shirt wasn't covering that she wore underneath her armor, "...base lost...Crusaders unclean...Templars unknown...eighty hostiles....squad lost four...leader wrong assesement...took sacrificial role to make up for...blunder...majority of hostiles eliminated separated from squad...mission apparent success.", her voice easing off in a gasp as she settled back into the chair, "Just relax. For the time being.", those words floated for a moment within her mind as Simon came to mind causing her to smile, yes she will earn the right again.
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Post by Reaper on Dec 23, 2012 22:12:29 GMT -5
Dominique listened to what Sin had informed her trying her best to make sure and listening closely to her words. She didn't speak like the others, but her voice was also filled with pain. She looked back seeing the smile on her face. She tilted her head slightly before turning to look out the window. She was different from the others. Subtile emotions, but they were there. The others were just serious looks anytime you dealt with them. Crusaders were human but yet they weren't. The way they were raised and brought up. They were brought up to be the front of the Templars. They were the Templars shields, and many died just like that.
A rustling caught her attention in the bushes. She looked back at Sin. "Do not move." Unsheathing her sword she moved out of the mill carefully making her way toward the rustling sound. She stopped at the sound of a gun being readied behind her. Cursing herself she turned around slowly toward one of the guards from the fortress. For them to venture so far out would only mean that they had already found the bodies in the woods. "You've ventured far."
"You've been busy. Drop the sword."
"Haven't you heard the saying never bring a gun to a sword fight."
"Your about to lose that fight."
She watched his hand as he moved to pull the trigger, but he had made a fatal mistake. Moving swiftly she shifted as his finger pulled the trigger. Two steps and she was bringing the sword up. The sharp diamond cut blade making quick work of the skin, but the bone was different. An upward swing took more effort and more use of a muscle that was still in pain. As the man cried out she shifted again driving the blade through his chest. As he laid dying she growled slightly. "You can't have her."
Knowing she had to hide the body better she sheathed her sword and grabbed the man. Using short jerking motions she dragged the man toward a set of overgrown bushes near the mill. He couldn't have this Black Crusader. She was going to protect her at all cost. It had to be a sign from the Lord. He had brought this Crusader to her for a reason. An maybe that reason was to prove herself . . . . to prove that she was ready to have a Black Crusader of her own. Using extra bushes she covered the body. Moving back around she made her way back into the mill. Looking at Sin she took to look back out the window. She wasn't going to let anyone take this Crusader away from her. An when she was capable of moving on her own they would make for the encampment. An she would see to her safety all the way. It was a sign . . . It had to be.
"When your capable of moving effectively let me know. We can't stay here much longer."
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Post by Diviners on Dec 24, 2012 15:20:37 GMT -5
Sin felt herself drifting, an almost surreal sense of being detached as her eyes trailed the Templar till she vanished through the door. It was strange, though not unpleasant as the sounds from outside floated through, distorted and though it caused a feeling of apprehension that she should be doing something it made her feel wrong somehow and so she let herself return to drifting upon the crest of the grey fog that for now was only held at bay by her desire to earn the right to see Simon.
This feeling brought a memory back from the depths of her mind, a training regimen when the instructors forced them to fight beyond any sane person's threshold.
She barely felt herself hitting the wall, the instructor's attack was more than enough pain to block out the second one when his fist slammed into her midsection sending her flying through the air to slam against the wall. Though the waves of pain and the sudden lost of air she felt herself slide down the smooth cement of the wall, the sharp pains as her knees collided against the hard floor before the meaty slap of her palms hitting a second later. Despite herself she felt herself retching upon the floor, thankfully her stomach was empty as she remained upon all fours shivering. The sounds of cries from the others a distant rumble barely managing to break through the dull buzz within her head as she dazedly looked around the room.
Several of her fellows where on the ground, the instructors kicking them, yelling at them to get up...some managed to gain their feet again before being shoved into a group with others-yet a few remained still as the instructors looked down towards them before signaling for a person to drag the still body away.
A knifing pain as she felt a force slam into her midsection, lifting her into the air for a brief moment before she fell back to the ground, her lungs struggling to put breath into her small body as her gaze fell upon her instructor. Dimly and strangely she thought of Simon who called this man a beast, who had already killed several and had it out for someone....
Pushing back the grey fog when the Templar reentered the room, not realizing she had fallen asleep, Sin for a moment was still stuck in the memory when she had done something, Simon striding angrily into the training room and ordering several men to restrain Sin's instructor as she somehow had managed to get back to her feet. Simon coming and holding her before leading her away from the room, faintly heard words of the other instructors how that unit managed to grab Sven's foot and twist it enough to nearly break the man's ankle, and luckily the Cardinal was near bye to stop the man before he did any damage.
Using her resolve, the recalled word floating back to her of what Simon told her as she was placed upon a stretcher though she dimly remembered feeling that she was strong enough to walk on her own alongside Simon, Such a strong daughter you are...my child.., she would earn the right to see him again, as she earned the right to be called his daughter back then.
As the Templar inquired if she was capable of moving, Sin knew she could move she had to earn the right, "Yes...I can move now...", her voice even weaker than before as she struggled from the chair, intent to prove she could earn that right again as she manged for a brief moment to stand upon her feet. Yet, she felt a moment of vertigo as her body rebelled from her mind's command as her knees buckled before falling forward upon her hands. Her arms collapsing from her weight to leave her cheek pressed against the rough wood of the floor, her eyes closed in frustration and helplessness.
"I can...keep moving...", gritting her teeth as she struggled, unwilling to fail as she once again found herself falling back to the floor. From beneath the fabric of her shirt the wooden cross she had worn since Simon fell out as Sin laid panting on the floor her eyes fixating on the simple wooden cross, "I will earn the right...to...", her breath failing her as she struggled to catch her breath as she simply gazed at that wooden cross.
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Post by Reaper on Dec 24, 2012 22:36:59 GMT -5
Dominique tilted her head slightly as she watched the Crusader try to stand and miserably fail at it. She didn't realize how hurt she was until now, and that was bad. That meant she couldn't move. She couldn't move her not now, and if they did she risked injuring her crusader even more. Moving over to her she knelt down to help Sin lay down on the ground, and paused when she mumbled something. It was all clear now about her determination. It wasn't a lover she was trying to impress the Crusaders weren't allowed to even get that close to one another. An if they thought that would happen they put a stop to it before it began. It had to be someone else. Not a team member she wouldn't have to prove herself being a Black Crusader, but maybe her teacher . . . . maybe a father.
Had to be. She seen it in herself. Pushing her limits to impress a parent. She smiled lightly at the thought and tried to push away the lashing she would get about her own failed mission from her father. Shaking her head and clearing the thought she placed her hands on Sin's shoulders. "Lay down and stop pushing yourself. I believe we'll just sit here until you get some rest." She seen the confused look in her eyes, and still the determination to get up. "Killing yourself wont help you impress this man your so determined to get to." With Sin laying on the ground she placed a few cloths under her head to create a pillow. "Just close your eyes and get some sleep. Your no use to anyone including yourself if you can't even move."
Moving back to the window she looked out to the grounds around. She knew the gunshot would bring others looking, but she wouldn't know for how long. An then the undead would no doubt be drawn to the cent of the dead man beside the mill. But that she wouldn't mind. Smiling at the thought she looked down at Sin. "Stay here. I'm going to check the surrounding area." Drawing her sword again she moved out of the mill. There had to be undead around. Something she could sharpen her sword on. An not to far away she wasn't wrong. Moving quickly through the trees and with one swift move she cut through the undead. Watching it fall to the ground she looked around for another, but for the time being there was none.
Looking down at the blood that soaked her sword she grinned slightly before making her way toward the mill again. She paused for a moment before looking back at the undead. It was no normal clothing that it wore. Instead it wore the colors of a Templar. It dawned on her completely of what had happened above them. The facility was over run by the undead, and that would explain why they were wanting the fort so bad. She shook her head as she moved to the mill and back inside. Shutting the door she leaned up against it and looked out across the floor.
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Post by Diviners on Dec 24, 2012 23:00:42 GMT -5
Despite her resolve, or because of it Sin couldn't move any more as the Templar laid her back onto her back-her head pillowed by some clothes she managed to scrounge up from around the building. Yet, despite herself she felt the grey fog enveloping her and knowing she couldn't beat it back anymore as the Templar spoke and for some reason through her blurry vision she saw Simon imposed over the Templar. The words, it drew her again to a memory her mind held dear Simon looking down upon her in a bed, telling her she shouldn't push herself she had already done more than enough as he fed a tiny piece of black licorice. As she let her body still her mind holding onto that memory, unable to remember what happened or why but felt certain Simon would have wanted her to listen to the Templar now and rest, that she could prove herself later when she regained her strength as Simon told her to do all those years ago.
Yet, she felt an ache almost as painful as her wounds when the Templar said something that struck a chord deep within her. The day Simon was taken away from her, how something hurt so badly and yet she couldn't find a way to understand or know how to deal with it. As the Templar left the building, Sin was in the midst of the memory when Simon left, no was taken from her, knowing in some way she had failed in something that drove her to do more, do better...to earn the right to stand side by side with him again. She pushed herself, to reach the point she had lost and always it seemed so far away, she lost the light and she wanted it back. She wanted to feel special, she wanted to attain that feeling when Simon smiled at her or called her daughter, she craved it when it was taken from her and she knew somehow she failed and it was taken from her.
Curling into a ball, a habit formed and never truly grown out of when she felt lost or confused-or in this case that empty feeling when she watched Simon smile at her that last day when she uttered a word. Or how she felt something wet trace her cheek, she vowed that day she would earn the right to have Simon back teaching her so she worked harder and attained her ranking among her squad. And as Sin laid upon the floor curled up into a ball, not even realizing she had fallen into a deep sleep as her body recovered from its trials her mind dwelt deep within its recess to the place Simon created with his kindness that even the inhuman training of she went through couldn't destroy.
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Post by Reaper on Dec 25, 2012 21:52:21 GMT -5
As she watched the Crusader sleep she smiled thinking about finally owning her own Black Crusader. The best of the best. An the more she watched this one the more she realized that she was different than the others in so many ways. The moan from outside brought her back to reality. Standing up she looked out the window realizing that it was dark now. She moved to the door stopping to look back at Sin. The way her golden locks draped over her face reminded her of an Angel. She smiled before heading out the door. Though her smile didn't last too long at the site before her.
"Damn it," she grumbled at the site of not one undead but several . . . several that she couldn't count. The moon light showed enough through the trees for her to see. Looking back to the door for a moment she grinned slightly. "You've taken my mother from me . . . but I'm not going to let you take this Crusader from me." Drawing her sword she moved forward toward the pack of undead. Her sword making quick work of the first few that made for her. Then her dance began. With a sword in her hand she moved with grace. Her feet danced along the ground as her sword danced through the air.
Twisting and turning with graceful motion the diamond cut blade cutting through limbs and body as she sliced the air. A smile crossed her face as she cut through the line with ease. A remembrance of her mother as she fought for her life as the creatures ripped into her flesh eating her alive as she screamed in pain. The look she gave of never giving up . . . but the look of fear in her eyes when she Dominique watching. She could remember watching the life leave her mother's eyes as they ripped her apart. Feeling the hot tears streaming down her face brought her back to the present.
To the fact that she had moved to far from the mill. She had to get back to the mill. She let the past get to her and now she was endanger of losing her Crusader. She moved to head back to the mill only to have her trip cut short. Out of the darkness of the trees something slammed into her throwing her into trunk of a tree. Stifling a cry she forced herself to her feet coming face to face with a creature that stood well over 4 feet taller than her or the rest of the undead. The creature seemed to be made of pure muscle and moved faster than any creature she had seen before.
An the BOW stood between her and the mill. The Crusader she had to protect lay sleeping and helpless to the undead if they attacked. She rushed forward swinging her sword only to be swatted away like a pesky fly. Gritting her teeth she moved again swinging her sword only to have the creature catch it mid swing without a problem. It used its other large hand and wrapped around her face slamming her into the tree. She cried out as she felt the crushing grip of the creatures hand on her skull, and no matter how much she kicked she couldn't free herself. She could feel the pressure building and the darkness coming, but she had to fight she had to protect the Crusader . . . she had to . . . but she couldn't . . . she was failing again.
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Post by Diviners on Dec 25, 2012 22:36:36 GMT -5
Sin dreamed, she dreamed of running after Simon something she didn't do when he was taken from her that fateful day. Yet, no matter how fast she ran she couldn't catch up, always so close and yet so far away. Though it all she could see Simon's lips moving, and she unable to hear his words, was it a lesson she was telling her or to encourage her to push herself more. She might have remained within that dream, yet something drew her to wakefulness, a change in the atomsphere or perhaps the moans of many unclean brought her senses back to the waking world as her eyes snapped open. Sitting up from among the pile of clothing as she allowed her body to waken fully, though her wounds were not fully healed, and muscles stiff from sleeping on the floor she felt better than before she had her brief sleep as she scrambled to her feet.
Her eyes falling upon the pile of her armor, debating if she should put them on before discarding the idea, the shoulder pads would take far longer to put on and instead decided to only wearing her shirt that she wore underneath and the armor that was still upon her legs. Grabbing up her mace and vector, though the later she doubted she could use reliably as she strode towards the door of the building.
It took only a few moments of her eyes falling upon the scene before her body began moving, the two unclean nearest falling quickly as the spikes of her mace, still covered in gore from kills before became wet again as she waded into the unclean. Bereft of the weight of her armor, she moved swiftly, able to cover larger distance in shorter time instead of making quick decisive movements when she wore the armor. Before the two bodies even finished their decent she up to the third one, coming in low her mace held out to her side as she swung up as she straightened from running low, the metal head of the mace smashing into the chin of the unclean, the spikes tearing both its jaw and a good portion of its face off as she twisted near the apex of her swing to use the downward momentum to smash into the skull of another unclean.
As she fell into a crouch, her leg muscles bunching before jumping backwards out of the grasp of a group before bringing around her vector, firing a burst as several of the unclean crumpled as their legs failed them from the hits from the bullets. Yet, even as she fought her attention was focused on the bow holding the Templar. She would need to make herself a threat to the monster so it would leave the Templar alone, as she landed by a clump of bushes as several unclean crawled towards her, the ones she shot the legs out from with her burst from her vector. Already moving forward to smash the heads with her mace when her eyes caught the sight of something glinting within the bushes.
Her eyes took in the body but it was the weapon clutched in the cold hands that drew her as she brought her mace down to smash the wrist of the dead man, her vector opening up till the fingers loosened their death grip. Knowing her Vector was useless against the bow she dropped the gun to pick up the pistol, identifying it as having a larger caliber than the vector as she straightened from her crouch. A number of the unclean were down, a few of them milling about aimless making them less of a threat as her eyes fell upon a log splitter, the huge blade rusted yet from its height and its weight.
Turning her gaze back towards the Templar, her eyes falling upon the abandoned sword before dashing through the few unclean left, using the pistol at close range to dispatch those that were directly in her path before stopping. Throwing her arm back that held her mace, she used all her strength to send it flying towards the bow, as her mace left her hand she dashed forward to pick up the sword, though she wasn't as skillful with the weapon as Pride was she still had some skill in their use as she shoved the pistol into the holster meant for her Vector. The mace hitting the monster just as she stabbed the point of the sword into its side with all her strength two handed before jumping backwards as the bow released its grip upon the Templar, missing Sin by a few seconds when she jumped backwards.
Pulling the pistol from its holster she fired a couple of shots before jumping backwards, the bow swiping with its arms taking out the unclean that were converging upon the area. For the next few movements Sin moved ever backwards, putting as many unclean as she could in her movements while firing the pistol sporadically at the bow while the monster took out the unclean. Yet, through it all Sin was slowing down, her body having only had a fitful amount of sleep has lost that burst of energy as she started to slow down. The monster catching up to her as she jumped beneath the hanging blade of the log splitter, the bow's hand reaching out to grab her around her waist.
Despite her training, and because of her wounds she couldn't stop the scream that was torn out of her as the huge hand squeezed, threatening to break several ribs as the head of the bow moved closer through the posts that held aloft the giant blade. With the final round in the pistol Sin took aim and fired. As the monster opened up its mouth, jagged yellow teeth as the blade came screaming down before slicing through the bow's neck. The head falling free of the body before Sin to fell to the ground as well, let herself catch her breath before getting up to walk to the side of the bow, her hand wrapping around the hilt of the blade of the Templars sword before pulling it free.
The entire moment took only five minutes as she dispatched the disabled unclean the bow hit or ran down before making her way to the Templar who had regained her feet.
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Post by Reaper on Dec 26, 2012 0:04:46 GMT -5
The darkness was there and the thought of losing what she thought was a gracious gift to her had crossed her mind. Though the next thing she felt was the ground and for a brief moment she really thought she was dying, but as the rush of air and the pain left she knew she was alive. A glimpse of gold in the moon light forced her to turn painfully toward the direction. A display of strength, speed, and grace. The Crusader moved majestically back toward the mill with the BoW following. Her hair flowing through the air the rays of the moon making her golden locks sparkle. This couldn't have been a Crusader. God didn't send her a Crusader, but a warrior Angel. This had to be a sign the good Lord finally heard her pleas.
As the Crusader disappeared into the woods back toward the mill undead and creature following her she couldn't help but wonder more about her. With the threat around her gone she tried to climb to her feet only to end up on the ground as a rush of pain coursed through her head. She grabbed her head shaking it for a moment to try and gather her senses. She had to get up and had to move. The Crusader still wasn't in a condition to continue fighting, but seeing as she was capable of moving like this was a good sign.
Trying again she used the tree as support but to only lose her balance and hit the ground when a scream echoed through the air. Fear coursed through her body as she tried even harder to get to her feet. She couldn't lose this Crusader she wasn't about to lose this Crusader. With the tree's help once more she was able to reach her feet only to have a rush of relief hit her when she seen the Crusader come through the trees. She let out a heavy sigh and leaned against the tree. Closing her eyes for a moment she could feel the throbbing pain in her head. It would pass only to be given another when she had to go before the counsel.
Shaking the thought aside she staggered momentarily away from the tree until she was able to gather her bearings. As the Crusader handed her sword back she couldn't help but smile. "Thank you," she spoke quietly. Her head still throbbing. Wanting to comment on other things she quickly pushed that thought aside knowing well enough that she still had a high possibility of not being able to have this Crusader. "Seeing as you can move we best gather your belongings and make for the camp. More of these creatures will be making their way here, and neither one of us is in great condition to keep this up." She made her way toward the mill with the assistance of a tree from time to time.
Her head still hurting, but the feeling fading to an aching from the bruising of her skull almost being crushed. She paused for a moment and looked back at the Crusader. "Thank you for saving my life. I am Dominique Laurence, and granted my position within the Templars I do apologize but I do not know your name?"
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Post by Diviners on Dec 26, 2012 0:56:41 GMT -5
After the moment's burst of energy, the sleep she had only a moment before which restored some of her vitality faded as she once again felt the aches and pains she had gained over the night, the old ones a dull throbbing while the new ones a more fierce. Yet she felt a feeling she couldn't quite explain but it was one that made her feel that she took a step closer as The Templar...Dominique thanked for saving her life as she took back her sword. Though before she could report her own name to Dominique she felt herself becoming lightheaded a feeling she felt many times in the past as she let herself rest against a tree. Yet, unlike before she accepted this moment of weakness for it was always coupled with when in the past Simon would make a pleased comment about something Sin said and Dominique gave her such a moment
Resting against the tree, her pale golden hair glinting in the light cast by the moon, the touch of the cool wind as she replied in an even voice, "Sin0048D42, squad leader of Seraph squad, Lady Templar.", straightening from her lean, her strength returning in fits and bursts as she placed her arm along her stomach before bowing before Dominique, a formality of her training she neglected when subjected a Templar. As she straightened, Sin's mind agreed wtih Dominique's comment, they would need to move and return to a base for further rest and healing, "During the briefing of my squad's mission we were given a staging area that shouldn't be too far from our location, there would be supplies and ammo as well as any medical supplies that my squad would have required after completing our mission before they reattached themselves with the main body that is currently engaging the unclean within the city. I believe that would be our best course of action...", her voice breaking suddenly as she fell into a fit of coughing, her recovery wasn't entirely ensure as the fit passed before finsihing, "...lead me and command me Lady Templar.", the final addressing crusaders were given with dealing their superiors.
Giving another bow, her golden hair falling along her face before straightening as she headed back towards the building, her left arm wrapped around her side, favoring that side as she entered the building. Sin knew she took some damage when the bow squeezed her, further damaging a previous wound on her side during her fall from the cliff into the river as she began gathering her armor. With her wounds what usually was quick took awhile, enough time for Dominique to enter the building as she finally got her chest armor back on, her left side hampering her as she stopped to take a breath before she managed refastened her armor shoulder pads.
Though as her hand fell to her side, it fell along the grip of the pistol she took from the dead man, pulling the gun from the holster she studied the black metal of the gun before tossing it into a corner of the building. "Before we leave I must search the grounds for my weapons, my vector should be near the body of the bow, but my mace might be lost...", still feeling the stiffness in her body, and hating that it hadn't gone away Sin gave a small bow before exiting the building, walking a short distance to look at the headless corpse of the bow.
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Post by Reaper on Dec 26, 2012 13:15:29 GMT -5
"Lost maybe not," Dominique said as she followed Sin out of the mill. Though her weapon was the last thing on her mind as she tried her best to wrap her head around the Crusaders name. 'Sin' . . . how could such an Angelic creature be given such a awful name, but she didn't know this creature. An in a way she could see humans and their cruel since of human. An for an Angel to be among man they would have to fall from the grace of the Lord. Many men believed that in order to fall you would have to commit a horrible tragedy in the eyes of the Lord.
Sin was a warrior, and for her to fall from the grace of the Lord . . . she couldn't see it. The others she could, but this creature in the short amount of time she had been with her she couldn't see it. Though she could see human emotions . . . and human determination in her. She knew Sin was different . . . almost human different from the rest of the Crusaders. She was perfect for her, because like Sin she was different from the rest of the Templars. She sought vengeance even when it was far against their practice . . . she hated and despised even though they were taught to forgive and forget.
She watched as Sin started at the headless BOW, and turned to make her way in the direction they had come from earlier. She had seen something shinning in the woods on her way back, and figured that it must have been the Crusaders weapon. She paused for a moment and looked back at Sin. She was very formal a little more than what other Crusaders were. Her teacher . . . her father must have drilled respect into her. Smiling she moved further into the woods until the moon light sparkled off the head of the weapon.
Moving closer she could help but be amazed at how such a creature could use such a weapon. An the gore that covered it was only a testament as how strong a warrior Sin was. Reaching to pick it up she felt a muscle in her arm pull as she stumbled backwards. Shock ran through her at the weight of the weapon. She knew that Crusaders were stronger than anyone else, and could compete head to head with BOWs due to their training. But she has held Crusader weapons before, and even though they were heavy she could use two hands to wield them.
Reaching down with both hands to pull the weapon up she knew well enough there was no way she even attempt to wield the mace. It took everything she had just to hold it far enough off the ground so it wouldn't drag. As she moved into the clearing she was glade with Sin took it away from her. Picking it up with one hand and with such ease. Just looking at the Black armored Crusader put not only a new found respect, but also fear into her. If a Crusader like Sin decided to turn against the order they would suffer heavy loses before being able to take one down.
Shaking the thought from her head she had to remember the situation they were in. "With your weapons it's best we head now." With Sin's nod she allowed her to lead the way since she didn't know about the camp that was closer to them. That thought took a lot of relief off of her shoulders considering her camp was much further away.
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Post by Diviners on Dec 26, 2012 15:28:39 GMT -5
While Dominique moved off into the distance in search of her weapon, Sin meanwhile looked down upon the b.o.w, something about its appearance disturbed her greatly. She couldn't quite say what disturbed her, but what ever it was it made her feel a sense that she never felt before. Dimly recalling a look Simon had upon his face when she came into his room with her arm in a sling, and a word he used in regards to her injury and yet she could not remember that word as she returned her attention to the monster that disturbed her. It was a form of unclean yet something was familiar about it and yet it was unfamiliar, during her years of training upon captured b.o.w.s this one was alike and different.
Turning her head to look to see if Dominique would be returning any time soon, her figure having vanished into the darkened woods Sin returned her attention to the beast's body. It was a power class unclean, which was plain after looking at the bulging muscles, yet it was also what disturbed her something was off of how the muscles bulged in areas and yet not in other places. Crouching down upon her haunches, wrinkling her nose at the stench-a trait that Lust and Pride pointed out about her responses to the unclean, Sin examined the areas which didn't bulge. Her eyes noticing the closer she looked that there appeared to be some sort of metal circling portions of the body.
Before she could examine what she found, she heard something approaching through the woods. Straightening from her crouch, her muscles complaining briefly as she turned to face Dominique approaching a look of strain upon her face before stopping before Sin, her mace held in her two hands the cause of the straining. It was something that had piqued Sin's interest when she watched other Templar's straining with Seraph's squads weapons, as she reached out one handed to retrieve her mace from Dominique. Reassured by its sturdy weight, though a slight frown marred her features as she took a look at the gore encrusted head before hooking the weapon upon her belt.
Thoughts of what disturbed her vanishing as she moved past Dominique to retrieve her vector, as she bent down to pick up the weapon her eyes once again fell upon the body of an unclean whom she got the gun from. Shaking her head, she retrieved her Vector before making her way back to where Dominique stood, already holstering her vector back into its holster.
"The staging area isn't to far away, from there we can try to reattach ourselves to the main force within the city.", despite the matter of fact statement her voice still held a tinge of a melody as she turned to head into the woods. Of course, in a Crusader's mentality what wasn't to far away was different from what another person could consider far. As she soon began eating distance with her long strides, her hand always resting upon the half of her mace.
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Post by Reaper on Dec 26, 2012 21:08:37 GMT -5
As they moved through the woods Dominique found herself having to run to keep up with Sin. Not only was Sin taller than her, but her long legs seemed to give her a longer stride. An this longer faster stride to her own short stride was making her have to move double time. It probably wouldn't have been so bad if her head wasn't still throbbing, and the fact she was having to move over obstacles in her way. Tripping over a log in her path she stumbled forward before catching her feet.
She staggered forward for a moment before leaning against a tree to catch her breath. Leaning forward she put her head in her hands trying to message the pain out of it. There was no doubting that Sin was a Crusader her movements, speed, and strength was a testament to that. Just their movements alone in these woods Sin had covered a great distance by just walking fast where as she had to run. This got her thinking of the comment earlier that this camp wasn't to far away, but probably just as far away as her own camp.
Hands reaching for her caused her to stumble away from the tree. Pulling her sword out she found herself stumbling again over the same log that caused her to stumble in the first place. Instead of catching herself she hit the ground hard. Using her sword she caught the walker off guard as she swung out, but the undead wasn't alone. She felt hands grabbing her legs. She kicked out kicking one in the head, but directed her attention toward the ones that lunged for her head. She brought her arms up to protect her head and neck.
Even though Crusaders wore armor since the end, and the new beginning that the Templars were creating. Most Templars wore armor almost like the Crusaders but lighter, but there were a few that were required to ware kevlar lining body armor to protect against the bites of the undead. She still had the normal armor, but most of the time her kevlar is what she wore because of her statis and her duty. Even though it protected her body from their bite it still left her face and neck wide open to the creatures.
She could feel their teeth baring down on the armor, but even though that was failing she could feel them taring at her armor. "Good luck with that . . . it's a pain in the ass to get on," she grumbled kicking another one away. She struggled to her feet and took off toward the direction that she knew Sin was. An for once in her life she wasn't happy that she was surrounded by the dead. It was usually on her own terms and she could handle it, but this time it was different.
She was quickly tackled to the ground hitting hard. It didn't take long for the undead to be on top of her. Protecting her neck she found was a bit harder. An she knew she was in a lot more trouble when she felt the sharp teeth sink into her neck. She cried out from the pain and the fact that the more she moved the more she was held down. The virus was the least of her worries. She carried the anti virus as did any Templar that worked solo or with a single Crusader. Her issue was the fact that she couldn't get to her sword that was only a few inches out of arms reach.
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Post by Diviners on Dec 26, 2012 21:41:07 GMT -5
Sin could have kept up her pace a day before but now with her wounds, and though she rested it hadn't recovered her vitality-the fight with the b.o.w earlier having sapped the majority of her stamina eventually caused her to stop her ground eating strides. It was with a very soft gasp that she leaned against a tree, her breath coming fast as she tried to steady herself using the tree as support. For a moment wondering why she was breathing easier when the realization that she had not put her mask when she was gearing up again. It was a thought that made her worry as she slowly caught her breath and for a moment the image of the b.o.w. came to mind and the metal that encircled its limbs.
It nagged at her thoughts, something was trying to tell her something and yet it remained beyond her reach. Perhaps Lady Dominique would be able to explain..., snapping her head up, the action causing a brief jolt of pain yet one she ignored as she hadn't seen or heard Dominique for quite some time. For a moment she remained still, her body tensing as her fingers wrapped around the shaft of her mace before sliding it out. Distantly hearing the cries of the unclean, her head twisting back towards the direction she came from and where Dominique was most likely.
Pushing herself from the tree, using that momentum as she started running back the way she came. Her legs jumping obstacles or avoiding them as she held her mace at the ready and before too long she burst into a clearing, her eyes taking on the bleeding form of Dominique and the unclean that surrounded her, Has she become...uncleaned?, a thought that made her feel that strange feeling, and one she didn't wish to dwell upon as she crashed into the crowd of unclean-her armored form scattering many of them as her mace came crashing down upon the one that crouched over Dominique.
She gave the fallen Templar a brief glance before falling into a fighting stance, one foot out and the other slightly behind and cocked at an angle. Her free hand resting upon the grip of her vector as her hand with the mace was held outstretched, the spikes still dripping gore, the red droplets catching the light of the moon. Sin knew she wasn't at her peak, and in her armor she wouldn't be able to last long as already she felt her body aching from her run, arms feeling leaden and legs nearly rubber as she held herself aloft by sheer will power alone.
It was with a grim resolve that she lashed out with her mace, the crown smashing into the face of one unclean as she pushed off the ground with one foot to shoulder bash another unclean out of the way as her hand withdrew her vector, the gun shining darkly in the moonlight as she released a small burst of lead into the midst of the unclean, small for the audible click of a hammer hitting an empty forced her to drop the now useless weapon as she spun in a circle her mace held out as it sailed directly into the side of another unclean-the force sending it tottering into two others as they went down into a heap.
Yet, already her breaths were coming raggedly as she fell back into her prior stance, yet now her mace was lowered ever so slightly, the arm holding it trembling as she found herself forced to hold it with both hands. The mace now held up straight over one shoulder as she slid further back towards Dominique's sword-the light of the moon glinting off the metal. In a flash she stooped down to grab the sword by the hilt before sliding it towards Dominique's form as the weight of two unclean crashed upon her armored back forcing her to the ground as her mace fell from her single hand.
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