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Post by Mikey on Sept 22, 2009 21:53:39 GMT -5
You all enter town for one reason or another. You've heard of the high preist Nicholi staying here, asking for the help of freelance exorcists around the continent in a secret endeavor. Some of you may have come to help, some of you may have come to see what it was about, some may have even come for a vacation, but you will all be roped into his quest in the end.
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"I thank you for showing me such hospitality, miss Delicroy.” Nicholi said, sitting in a chair opposite her. He was wearing his white robes, his brown hair parted to the side, a thin saber sheathed at his side. He drank a cup of tea that he had brought himself, looking over at her. “I am very sorry that we have to meet in such a way, but I am pleased to say that this unpleasantness can be over soon.” He said. She was a bit weary of what he was here for and how he was planning on doing it with the large group of men he had with him, all wearing the same robes as he, their faces obscured by the hoods.
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Post by Reaper on Sept 23, 2009 11:11:12 GMT -5
Xanthira sat across from Nicholi her eyes scanning the men around her. When he had asked to talk to her in private she never even took into consideration that the word 'private' meant brining a good ten men with you. She made a mental note to look the word up again and make sure nothing was hidden in the meaning of it. She was about to speak when the door to her the room opened and a sleepy child walked into the room rubbing his eyes. "Xan," he spoke in a quite tone before realizing that he had barged in. "I'm sorry," he said as he turned to walk out.
She stood up from the priest and bowed slightly. "One moment sir," she said as she walked to the child. She picked him up in her arms and he wrapped his arms and legs around her. "What brought you out this late at night?" she asked him tiredly.
"The orphanage is scary, and I didn't want to be alone."
"Why didn't you go to the matron?" He shook his head and she smiled as she stepped out of the room. "Right now I need you to go back to the orphanage. Vann will take you back, and he'll stay the night to tell you and the others all kinds of stores," she said with a smile.
"But ma'am," Vann spoke in protest as he walked up.
"It will be alright. I can handle myself," she said as she passed the child off. "Take care of them and I'll see you later." Vann nodded reluctantly before walking down the hall, and out of the mansion. Xanthira walked back into the room and bowed again. "I do apologize for that, but we wont have to worry about any more interruptions. So Mr. Nicholi would you mind telling me exactly what your planning on doing?"
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 23, 2009 14:54:00 GMT -5
"I have to say I'm also curious about what you want."
John rocked the back legs of his chair with his arms folded. He was in his civilian gear currently, his armour suit was stashed in a secret allied supply dump used by commando groups operating in the area. His dagger and throwing weapons were tucked into his sleeves.
"Your people contacted my government warning them of a dangerous being operating in the area. Now I've come to meet with a bunch of masked men and a girl running an orphanage."
He sighed, planting the front legs of the chair back down.
"I'm hoping there is good cause for me to be here."
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Post by Rosetta on Sept 23, 2009 15:50:04 GMT -5
Valeri paged through his book, looking up at the Preacher. The other two had spoken up, and the call had caught his attention. Exorcists meant outside interference, which fell into his viewpoint.
"Well Sir, these two have expressed my thoughts well enough. Why you need freelance exorcists, and you including your brethren, assuming they are with your order, are here. So, do explain why, if you would be so kind."
He closed his book with a soft thump, and stared off into space, still listening, but not actually looking at anyone at the moment. His cloak was laying over the chair, revealing his simple garb underneath, a green vest with blue shirt and tunic underneath.
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Post by Escachick357 on Sept 23, 2009 23:45:57 GMT -5
The chair Milly was sitting on was too big for her to sit upon. Her legs and hem of her dress were the only things that went over the front of the chair and nothing over the sides. Her feet weren't even able to touch the ground. For the first few minutes she was in there, she began to swing her feet like any normal human child, but stopped herself when she remembered that it was impolite for her to do so.
She'd been paying attention to those around her ever since she came to the building. Most of them didn't seem like too much of a threat to her, but they might be skeptical of what she was doing here. Perhaps the young woman that sent the little boy home would question what she was doing over here and why she wasn't at home.
Milly tried to pay most of her attention to the high priest in front of her. She had a huge respect for priests since they worked for God. If the government was asked for help by a priest and Milly was sent, she would very well do what she was told without wondering why she happened to be there.
Her legs began to feel a little numb from hanging so still over the front of her chair. So she began to swing her legs to give them movement and make her seem the age she looked. She so wanted to ask what she was wanted for, but decided against it since the others had already asked.
Milly opened her mouth and said with a little Irish lilt, "I'm not entirely sure why I'm here, but I hope I can be of some help."
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 24, 2009 0:52:04 GMT -5
Raven looked up at the outside of the church, watching the light reflect off the windows. "Here...why here?" he mumbled to himself. He then pointed his hand to the sky. "Is this a test you crafty devil? You brought me here to test me eh?" He then looked at the large wooden doors with a worried looks on his face remembering the last time he went in a church. Looking over his body he patted some of the dirt off of his coat and tried to straighten his hair some only to fail. "Ok...no cussin..." He said counting on his fingers. "No swearin.." He then looked at his weaponry unsure it should be brought in. Taking a deep breath he pushed open the doors of the curch.
The minute he entered he was in pain. He staggered to keep himself upwards and to not draw attention. It was as if all the sleepless years were catching up to him and he was aging by the second. Looking over to the side he spotted a clear bottle of red liquid. 'no stealin' he thought to himself. Reaching into his pocket he put a gold coin in the collection plate and then swiped the wine as we went down to join the group. Taking off the glass top he began chugging it down to help dull the pain. Staying in the shadows he waitied for who-ever was in charge to speak their peace so they could leave.
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Post by Mikey on Sept 24, 2009 3:58:07 GMT -5
Nicholi listened to all the questions that were thrown at him, almost all of them the same. He began to speak when the doors to the chapel opened, a man who seemed drunk and dressed like a pirate entered, speaking to himself and grabbing a bottle of communal wine from a shelf at the side of the holy place. Nicholi seemed unfazed by this event, simply looking back at the others.
“Your all here for different reasons. Miss Delicroy, this is your providence, and the church thought of you first simply to stay in your good standing. Mister Christopher, you are a high ranking agent for your government who specializes in things of such a secret matter. Mr. Demyan and Miss Ryder, you are simply unique in your own ways. We prefer to work with people of your… calibers.” He said. He looked over at the drunken pirate and back at the group. “I cannot say with any certainty who this gentleman is.” He said, taking a moment to sip his tea.
“The Vatican has, since its establishment, employed people such as yourselves for one simple purpose, to exorcise the demons who roam the earth that threaten all that is good or just. We have recently learned of a very powerful demon, thought excised, that still walks this plane.” He said, setting down his tea cup and holding up his hand. One of the men in robes behind him reached out with a book, setting it in Nicholi’s hand. Nicholi flipped through a few pages, stopping at one and setting it out on the table for them to see.
“It walks in the guise of a man, but its form is only skin deep. The demon is called Amon, the Lord of Destruction. Powerful enough to destroy all that he sees if he so pleases. You can understand why the Vatican wants this monster stopped, for he could tire of our world at any moment and see fit to destroy it.” Nicholi said. “Will any of you help us in such a quest to try and rid the world of this monster?” He asked them.
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Post by Reaper on Sept 24, 2009 10:23:03 GMT -5
Xanthira looked at the book and quickly read over the page about this demon. She then looked up at the priest. "It says that Amon has the power equivalent to that of a god," she said as she straightened herself up just a bit. Her eyes still scanning the page before finally resting completely on the priest. "How would any of us fair against a creature of that caliber. Sure some of us are immortal others long on this world for some reason or another, and some very skilled and trained to kill these types of creatures. Yet none of these creatures ever proved to have the power of a god," she said lightly.
She straightened out her dress slightly as she adjusted herself just a bit in the chair. "Do you have some sort of plan in taking out this creature, and even better do you have a picture of the body this creature walks in?" she asked. Her eyes than began to roam the crowd of people that had come to her home land. Her mind wondering on what exactly they could do, and what type of power they actually had with them. Her eyes finally resting on the pirate for a moment longer than the rest, before returning to the priest.
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 24, 2009 13:55:55 GMT -5
"World ending demon? Really?"
John slumped in his chair, a little steamed at having being sent into this by his superiors. He could have been off stopping the nazis from completing some new super tank or giant artillery piece. In all honestly he didn't buy the whole supernatural angle, everything could be explained on some level, just some levels were more advanced than others. He'd encountered several so called 'magic' users on his missions, each would eventually be revealed to be simply manipulating and converting forms of energy whilst chewing the scenery.
"Seriously padre, I'll back you all up on this, but don't expect me to go in waving garlic and million year old books whilst trying to bury this guy upside down at a crossroads."
He indicated the pirate next to him.
"This Lord of Destruction know about bullets? Why don't we just send captain rum in to perforate him?"
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Post by Rosetta on Sept 24, 2009 14:31:31 GMT -5
Valeri ceased paging through his book, leaning over to skim the page concerning Amon. Big demon, world ending powers, and mean enough to try it. Definitely something he was glad he responded to. The others who had voiced there opinions had missed a minor observation, and he mentioned it, letting his eyes meet each of the others as he spoke.
"Individually, yes, we would get ground like so much fine dust. But I doubt we answered because we need to learn the trade of facing off with these massive demons. I have no doubts that, united, we would be able to smite this demon. He is strong, but alone. We are strong, and united. Combined, each of our skills would easily banish him again. Time and again, this has been proven."
Valeri finished talking, having chosen to enforce the fact that history backed the united defeated the single strong point because it was true. The pirate was strange, although he would prove useful. Pirates of his caliber were pretty much gone, so there was something about him that would prove useful. He opened his own book, the information on the demon already there, and he studied it further, and spoke again, not looking up.
"If nothing else, the gentleman here will provide a meat shield, if he has no other gifts or virtues about him. No doubt he will be useful, whether its the long lasting or single use, I cannot say."
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Post by Escachick357 on Sept 24, 2009 20:29:27 GMT -5
"I will be glad to offer my services in taking down the demon." Milly said to Nicholi. She was glad that she was specifically requested because of her unique condition. "I hope I will not disappoint you."
Milly then turned her attention over to Valeri and listened to waht he had to say before voicing her own opinion. "I'm sure he has some sort of good abilities. He might not have to end up being a meat shield." It seemed true. The huge pirate seemed like he had some hidden power that would truly be of some great use to the mission if he accepted. Her eyes then returned to the priest and waited for further instructions and the answers to the questions already asked.
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Post by JazzBuddah on Sept 25, 2009 0:51:02 GMT -5
Taking one last swig from the crystal bottle he smacked it hard on a shelf before wiping his mouth. He smiled then showing his teeth. "Meat shield." He then let out a hollow laugh as he looked up revealing the blood now draining from his eyes. "I was called many things in my years ha ha..." He then turned his head to Valerie. Suddenly a vertibrea snapped and broke causing his head to fall limp 90 degrees causing him to look at him sideways. "I recon a meat shield I can be. If that be what you want 'har har har." His neck then twisted again as his head broke from the spine causing it to hang from the flesh of his neck. Blood pooled at his feel as his head twist and turned he was facing John upside-down. He then began laughing wildly lifting his arms. "Look ma...no hands." With that said snaps kept coming from his body as his arms and legs went limp due to his bones breaking and snapping into pieces. In the end he fell hard to his knees, stayed upright for a moment before falling literally face first onto the floor.
Naturally there was an awkward silence but soon the pirates body and cloths wilted and turned to ash. A slight wind entered the church which caused the body of ash to vaporise into a current of wind only to be carried to the other side of the room where the ash came together to form the pirates appearance once more, only this time in a gaseous form. Looking at the two smart @ss's he smiled and winked. He then looked at Miss Delicroy. "My apologise lass. It would seem that your father and my father still don't see eye to eye. I thought it best to show up flesh and blood but aparantly the big man still has him some issues with me." He then looked at Nicoli.
"No, I didn't receive an invitation to this gatherin. But I be willing to prove myself for your little quest." He then looked back at his critics with a wild look. One pale dead eye and the other firey red. "And dats wit-out fancy cloths, fine words or gussied up hip cannons that look like they pull more weight then the fella who wields it." He then turned back to the two in charge. "I ask for nothing in return but the good lasses word this get's me in good wit the man upstairs. That be all I ask."
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Post by Mikey on Sept 25, 2009 8:06:47 GMT -5
Nicholi looked over at Valeri and nodded his head. “He speaks the truth. He is but one monstrosity, and we are many with the protection of the Lord in our cause. True, conventional means of attack would prove futile, but you all are quite far from conventional, I think. He stands no chance.” The high priest said. “Unfortunately, we have no record of the form the demon chooses to take. Part of the reason you were called here was because some of you have quite the resources at your disposal. Be them the word of man in all corners of the world or magic’s of old that have all but died out. I have no doubt in your ability to both find and slay the beast.” He said.
His attention was turned to Raven, his appearance not shocking in the least to Nicholi. “I can assure you, phantom, if you do your part in helping the Lord will be done, you will be atoned of all your past sin and be allowed into the gates of eternal paradise.” He said. He had realized Raven had been addressing Xanthira, but he also realized he may have been a bit confused. The bottle of wine was on the large size and he had polished it off in just under two minutes. If he was capable of becoming intoxicated, as he seemed he was now, that would have done the trick.
“Now, for one of the more difficult aspects of our quest. We must find the demon. I have men out searching now in conventional and supernatural means, but I cannot be certain they will find anything. They are only human, after all.” He said, reaching foreword for his cup of tea.
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Post by Reaper on Sept 25, 2009 11:18:25 GMT -5
Xanthira nodded slightly as she stood up from her chair. "Then I guess we must search ourselves," she said as she looked to the men behind the priest. "I'm not wanting to cut anyone down here, but I can move quicker threw this town than anyone else. Not to mention I want to refrain from doing any damage to the area. Also," she said as she looked back to the group. "I've taken a great strive to keep these people out of the war, out of the goverments ordeal, and out of the supernatural. Please keep it that way," she said as she turned back to the priest. "Everyone is welcome to stay at my mansion on top of the hill. It over looks the entire town and is very hard to miss. If your search comes up empty lets meet up there," she said as she looked back to the group. "I'll leave it your choice as to when you arrive."
With that Xanthira bowed toward the priest. "I can't speak for the others, but we will try out best to rid this planet of that creatures." She turned to face the ghost pirate and bowed slightly. "An I must think you for coming as well, the more help we recive the better." She smiled lightly as her body seemed to glow brightly. As the light grew smaller and disappeared a small calico kitten stood in her place. She let out a small 'mew,' before jumping up on the chair. She looked back at the priest in order to see if he was finished.
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Post by Scorpio on Sept 25, 2009 14:57:51 GMT -5
John sat through the demon talk and 'magic' tricks quietly for the rest of the conversation. Once the briefing wrapped up he stood and grabbed his coat, heading for the door.
"I'll get started on the search then, just as soon as I go for my equipment. I guess I'll see you all out in the field then."
He left through the front door after giving a second glance at the cat turning up where the owner of the building stood, odd group. He wasn't altogether trusting of the priest that had given the job, especially one who travelled with so many masked men, it remained to be seen what would come of the mission, if it got too hot or something unexpected came up he could adjust.
After thirty minutes of overly complex walking and doubling back around the nearby woods John found the bunker that the Allies were using to store weapons. Members of the OSI also made use of them as well as army commando groups that couldn't carry all their gear at once. He made his way in and dusted off a crate containing his armour. Checking it over he started assembling it and putting it on, strapping on the gun belt and putting a heavy coat and pair of trousers over it, no sense in the so called demon seeing him coming and having any advantage. Closing up the bunker again, John made his way back into town and started wandering the streets, the tinted lenses in his eyes amplifying what little light there was.
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