05 Mali felt the unfortunate tug of someone latching on to her and looked back to see Grandpa with his grubby paws on her. She rolled her eyes and emerged from the mist in the Nephilim bedroom. Mali swatted at his hands and moved over to the crib that was near Caius's bed. He was the last one to be a baby so it was only fitting that it was left by where he slept. She set Reuben down and turned to face the old man. "All right. You're here. Are you happy. Normally Anna's in here but no one seems to be around. You'll have to look for them on your own because I'm done helping old people." "You'll get old too someday and no one's going to help a person like you when you're my age. If you live that long. ...But thanks, kid." "It's going to take a very long time for me to get old. Now go." She shooed him towards the door so that she could go about her business without someone shadowing her. "I'm content waiting here. If Anna's normally here I'll wait for her to come back." She groaned. Mali grabbed the kid back out of the crib and rolled her eyes. She gave Grandpa a sarcastic wave and walked out of the room with the boy. There halls were strangely empty and she wondered why, but not enough to go look. There were a couple of places that seemed good to drop off the kid -- one of them being the cells in the basement, but a demon would probably eat him. Considering that probably wouldn't be best, she decided that the operating room would work well enough. Regulus frequented it and would probably take the boy for some of his experiments or something. She didn't care what happened to him after all. Mali opened the door and looked around. It was empty in here as well. She shrugged her shoulders and looked for a good place to set him down. He would probably fall off the tables or the chairs so the floor would have to do, but just leaving him on the floor meant he could crawl away. Moving to the corner, she found a crate and flipped it upside down. Mali set Reuben down and put the crate over him like a cage. Good enough. She nodded her head and smashed the other orb, heading back to the fight.
"LU!!" Uh - oh. Looks like she was spotted. Lu looked up to see Samuel charging for him, flames radiating off his body. His wand appeared in his hand and it transformed into a sword with a giant blade that he swung down at the Dark Angel with all of his might. Flames coated the excessive blade from point to pommel as it fell. Mist swirled until it took the solid shape of a long black sword that gleamed in the sunlight. She swung it up to block his attack, but flames still lapped at her bandages anyway. They smoldered and she shook them away. They would only be in the way and she could strengthen her attacks with the power of her blackened eye. "Why so testy Abaddon?" she asked with mock interest. "You were never one to take a shining to Nephilim children." Mist shot up from the ground as she defended herself and launched at his legs. "I wouldn't expect you to get so attached to one of your hosts." she said through clenched teeth.
The look on Grandpa's face gave away that he was clearly interested in her offer. Good. One less problem to deal with. Then Soren could deal with killing his dad rather than her. "I don't have any way to trust you." "Not my problem," she shrugged. What did Mali care if the old man didn't trust her? She wasn't out to make friends. "How do I know you can even do it? That wasn't your portal we went through. That was Lu's." The old man turned his blade over in the fading light, watching his own reflection on it. How vain. So? That didn't mean she was incapable of making portals. Temeluchas just did them better was all. The woman had thousands of years of practice. Mali only had a couple of weeks. "And?" she snapped. "I've seen you fight, kid. You've only seen me at my worst. So you're at a disadvantage here." He eyed her once more. "I'll make you a deal. Hand over that baby, take me to my children--nowhere else, and when you've held up your end I'll give you the kid back and leave you alone. Come on, it's not like I can make a run for it." Mali laughed. "What a joke! As if I would do that. What's to stop you from not keeping the kid on you? Please. I'm not stupid, Stupid. Just because we didn't go through my portal doesn't mean I can't make one, but I wasn't talking about using a portal I made. These orbs here in my hands were made for me by Temeluchas in case anything happened while I was here with Ariel. They contain her hellfire mist for portal making. You just smash the orb and instant portal. I'll give you one that you can use to go to Hell if you just leave me alone. Simple. No strings attached." She moved to stand in front of Reuben. "Give it here then. And stay put until I'm ready to leave." Mali smirked. She slipped one orb into her sweater pocket and rolled the other in her hand. "Okay, catch." She threw the orb at the floor and it shattered. Black mist swirled in a circle and she scooped Reuben up in her arms. "Oops. Looks like my aim was off." Mali jumped forward and fell through the hole in the floor.
Luficer sat with his back erect as Fallen and Nephilim alike poured into the Throne Room. Sariel made a respectful bow before blending in with the crowds. He gave the man a quick nod before returning to watching everyone else enter the room. Three young faces looked upon him with uncertainty and apprehension. His lips parted into a smile at the sight of them. He had not seen the Nephilim children since they were first born and now they were all grown up. Two were missing, but that was to be expected. Other faces that were long forgotten now came into view as well. While they were all still under his rule and out doing his bidding, they did not all pay him regular visits. Today was different. Everyone was required to be here. His hands curled around the ends of the armrests on the throne and his mood lifted a little more when Semyaza entered and bowed before disappearing in the crowd as well. It was a win knowing that they had acquired Semyaza. The Morning Star rose to his feet and held his arms out wide to greet his guest. Welcome everyone. It is a pleasure to see you all here. This day has been one of many long awaited for. There is much to do in the next few days, but we can at least to a moment to celebrate before any more deaths occur. His golden eyes roamed from face to face. They lingered briefly on the Nephilim before moving to the large double doors of the Throne Room. His obsidian colored wings stretched out completely behind his back and he could feel the presence growing nearer. He took a step forward onto the marble floor and the hellfire dancing in the sconces that lined the walls grew brighter, more full of life. His anticipation was fueling their flames. It was time. When the little halfling pushed open the door, he took another step forward. Beside her stood the radiant creature that was Azazel -- only in a slightly less radiant form, but humans could never be as beautiful as angels. The halfling managed to do an exceptional job on bringing out all the natural beauty that Azazel embodied. He took careful steps forward, meeting them near the door. The Morning Star knelt before the fallen angel, taking her by the hand, and relinquishing her from the halfling. She and Semyaza had managed to prove themselves worthy to keep around. Welcome my dear, he greeted her lowly. The crowds parted ways, creating an aisle for them to walk down. Lucifer flicked his wrist and the throne slid all the way back against the far way, leaving the center of the room empty.
Hana is fighting Mammon. Leon is fighting random demons. Lu stepped back, watching with delight.
Grandpa followed after her -- typical. "A little young to be playing mommy, don't you think?" She blanched her face and wrinkled her nose up at him. "Don't be ridiculous Old Man." Mali walked off to her bedroom, knowing that she didn't need to worry about him trying to take the kid named Reuben away any time soon. He had no way of getting back to the others right now. She started rifling through the drawers of things, looking for something in particular. Mali pulled out a couple of obsidian knives that she decided were best kept on her person. Who knew what Grandpa would try pulling on her now that they were alone. She tucked one up her sleeve, it was cold against her skin. Another in her leather boot. The last was left visible, slipped through her belt loop -- a warning. Mali was having a hard time trying to find it. It was starting to feel like ages since she had last been here, but in reality that was not the case. She pulled open the sock drawer to find two black smoky orbs rolling around between the pieces of cotton. A dark smile spread on her lips and she scooped them up in her hands. Mali marched triumphantly back to the kitchen where Grandpa was still at. "All right Grandpa! I've got a proposition for you. If I send you to Hell to see your precious children that want nothing to do with you, you quit following me and the baby. Deal?"
All angelic persons in the Obsidian Palace have had their presence requested to the Throne Room for the Bonding Ceremony. Refusal is prohibited.
The heavy child was crying and super obnoxious as Mali passed through the portal. She was running, but she could feel her body being dragged down. Something was wrong with the portal Temeluchas made below her feet. Normally she could just drop through and land perfectly fine in the next place. Not this time. Light opened up and when she stepped out, there were rows upon rows of crumbling brick buildings. She knew this street. Mali heard a very ungraceful landing behind her and when she turned, the Old Man was right there. The baby kept crying and she was at her wit's end. "Oh my fucking -- what the hell are you doing here? Did you honestly think following after me would do you any good?" Stupid. She kicked her foot backwards into the door and it slammed open. Mali rolled her eyes at the man and turned her back on him, heading inside of the building. The flat was on the third floor of the brick structure. Grandpa probably thought that if he followed after he could finally find Soren and Anna. What a joke. The crying persisted and Mali shook the boy. "Hey! Stop that!" His eyes were wide and his cheeks red as she held him out at arms length. Suffice to say, the crying did not stop. She groaned and made her way up the stairs. The door to the flat barely hung in place after the fight here and she hip - checked it open. Mali deposited the tot on the kitchen floor which was stained with blood and scorch marks.
The sudden attack by Richard and block from Alistair provided enough distraction for Lu to break free of Hana's shadow manipulation. A small portal opens, moving Mali and Reuben out of the fight. Mammon lands on the ground. More demons rise up, fighting for the third party.
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⟦ WEARING † OOC † MOOD ⟧ ⟦ Day: 79 † Location: Sanctuary † Interaction: Brandon ⟧ ⌠Hey there Min, my name is Brandon, angel of lightning.⌡ Lightning? That sounded super cool. She watched as he made a small current flow through his hand. Her green eyes widened with delight and her lips parted into an 'O.' ⌠That is sooo cool.⌡ Her green - eyed gaze was transfixed on the sparks of light and whatever the weirdness was in her seemed to resonate stronger. Brandon made a thinking face and Min followed suit when the awe of the lightning finally wore off. ⌠Well, I'm not entirely sure about this whole 'reaction' thing, but there's definitely something interesting going on. Regardless, it's a pleasure to meet you.⌡ ⌠Yeah, you too!⌡ She looked around realizing that now was probably not the right time for this, but she just really needed to figure it out. ⌠They said my angel's name is Remiel or something. My online associates say that he's like the Angel of Thunder or something. Hey! Maybe that's it.⌡ Min snapped her fingers. ⌠Thunder and Lightning. Super cool. I wonder what I can do.⌡ She narrowed her brows in deep concentration, trying to make some sort of spark like Brandon -- she was pretty sure that it just looked like she was constipated. A hand came down on her shoulder, breaking the concentration. The strange voice - in - her - head guy had his hand on her shoulder and shaking his head. She sighed in disappointment. ⌠Fiiiine.⌡ We should probably see if they need any help outside. Min perked up eagerly. ⌠Can I come?⌡ No, he said / thought / looked -- whatever -- at her sternly while pulling a small box out of his backpack with a strange look on his face. He dropped the bag to his feet and had a terrified expression on his face as he slowly opened the wooden box. With one resolute glance at the contents within, he snapped it shut and held it between clenched fingers.
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01 ⟦ WEARING † OOC † MOOD ⟧ ⟦ Day: 79 † Location: Sanctuary † Interaction: Er'ryone ⟧ Min begrudgingly followed along without an explanation to the voice in her head. The best she could do was chalk it up to some sort of magic. At least she had some cute guy escort her in. What was his name again? Vinny or something. She shrugged mentally. Getting inside had been relatively easy, but not nearly as easy as a normal trip to church would have been. Things were definitely not normal. Min had learned all about the truth to the strange happenings on the plane ride from Singapore. As she had seen outside, her wishes had come true -- funny thing about wishes, magic always came with a price. Min had spent her entire short life hoping that otherworldly creatures existed and now she was seeing them. ⌠El!⌡ Min looked up to see some white - haired teenage boy run up to them and greet Sal. At least, she thought his name was Sal. She shot a confused look to Vincent. That Kai guy was beside him and judging by the look on his face, hearing the wrong name was common. Well then ... ⌠You and the guys made it back!⌡ Did he expect that they wouldn't? How many people had they lost already? ⌠Woo! You got new crew mates too! Right on!⌡ He seemed very enthusiastic. Min's green eyes were focused on him intently. There was something inside her that stirred and she didn't understand what it was. She knew what it was like to be interested in a boy, but this was different. It was like, a part of her felt whole now. That still didn't make sense. It almost made it seem like a soul mate, but upon first inspection, she didn't harbor any sort of romantic feelings towards him. She swallowed nervously. Sal sighed a bit with a grin on his face. He then looked up and said, ⌠now I'd love to chat about all that's happened, but there's a large confrontation going on outside and in the event that things get dicey, and just because it's nice to have, we need the angels' swords. So where are they?⌡ The boy looked at him for a bit, and looked like he was trying to recall something. He then snapped his fingers and said, ⌠Oh right. Wealthard took them to give to you guys outside when you got back...guess that didn't work out.⌡ Wealthard? That was an interesting name. This guy must have a slew of creative nicknames for everyone else. Their conversation was mostly in one ear and out the other. Min stepped forward and cocked a brow. She stopped directly in front of him and poked her finger into his cheek. What was this strangeness in her? ⌠Hey,⌡ she started carefully, ⌠my name is Min. Who are you? Do you feel it too? There's something right here and it only seems to be reacting to you.⌡ She pointed to her chest, eyes locked on him. Min liked knowing things and right now she was clueless.
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05 Regulus pulled off his mask with one hand and Cal took a step back. She had never seen him without his mask on. She stepped back in surprise. As much as she feigned confidence, Regulus's presence always left Cal a bit unnerved. "I am quite interested in what a little girl like you could possibly do." said Regulus, taking a step towards her and shutting his eyes. Cal took another step back. She wondered what Mali would say to him in this instance. She'd probably call him a pervert or something and kick the guy in the shin. Yeah, that sounds about right. Cal's arms fell to her side and she took another step back, chewing on her bottom lip. "'Cal is strong, Cal is the one I admire the most....' -- such drivel that would come out of Caius' mouth... Even now, when that image of you has been sullied by that succubus and his mind is left in confusion, his affection for you is so resolute." She inhaled sharply at his words. Manitos really had gone to see him. Cal had hoped that wasn't the case. It explained the weirdness about him after she discovered him alone in the classroom. She didn't want to believe anything this man had to say, but she knew it the truth. Cal could see how Caius felt. It was the whole reason that woman made such a proposition. She swallowed down the quick forming lump in her throat, but it only seemed to migrate to her chest instead. Cal could barely breathe as she met the man's gaze. "Love is such a pitiful thing wouldn't you say?" Regulus said, opening his eyes as he stared down at her. "Without it, surely this pain you are feeling would have been nonexistent." A smirk rose against his face and Cal fought back tears. "it is a false thing that though has kept Caius' mind sane....will eventually crush him in the end." She shook her head, a few stray droplets breaking free. "No. You don't know that." Her chest ached. "You don't know what will and will not crush him. Caius is strong. Even with how you reject him, he still fights to one day earn your approval. It's not fair and I wouldn't wish for this pain to go away because I care about him and that would mean not feeling at all. I won't accept that." Cal choked back a sob, but tears leaked down her face anyway. She didn't even hear Soren's approach. "Did you come all this way looking for a fight?" "Soren!" she exclaimed in horror. Cal turned to face him, afraid he might have heard what they were talking about. Judging by the look on his face, he didn't. To that, she was relieved. She hurried to his side and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him back. "Let's go," she urged him. Her heart was pounding in her chest and right now she'd rather be alone, but leaving meant Soren would likely pick a fight with Regulus and that wouldn't be good. It was better if she just went back with him.
09 Cal kept her head down as she walked. She really hoped Soren wouldn't follow after her this time, but knowing him, he might. When she heard footsteps, she thought for sure it was him. That is, until she realized they were coming from in front of her rather than behind. Cal lifted her head to see a rather unpleasant face -- er, mask. "So even you are breaking..." She glared up at him. "Even the most sane one has to have a breaking point as some point...such a shame." Regulus stopped in front of her with his arms crossed. Cal pursed her lips and crossed her arms as well. Red eyes glared deeply into the holes of the mask. "I'm not breaking, I just have things to do. So if you don't mind getting out of my way," she snapped at him. Cal hated this man. He had never done anything good for his son. Caius hurt so badly because of this person right here. It wasn't fair. All he wanted was approval and this man wouldn't give it to him, even after condemning him to his experiments.
OOC Thread { Suspense ✖ Horror ✖ Action ✖ Adventure ✖ Survival ✖ Puzzle ✖ Mature ✖ Advanced } ❰ Fifteen years, five cities, 150 victims, and no leads. The agency has developed a detailed profile regarding them, but they continue to evade us. They have a three year cooling off period and now it's year eighteen. Any day now, a group of high school students will go missing somewhere in the United States and begin the worst game of their life. These men are sadistic - psychopaths. They derive pleasure from torturing teenagers like it is a game. Given the nature of these deaths and how long they've been at it, we believe they must have started in their early twenties. They would be in their mid - to - late thirties by now. The Unsubs are male and physically fit -- they would need to be in order to come off intimidating enough to subdue this many able - bodied teens. They are armed and dangerous. After evaluating the profile further, we have come to believe that this will not stop unless we catch them. They are organized and will find new, younger followers to take over for them. This way, they may enjoy the game even after they are unable to continue running it. ❱ ❰ Sir, we've just received word that it's happening. A bus went missing one hour ago on route to school. They're hitting Detroit this time. ❱ ✖ This roleplay is inspired by: The Hunger Games, Gamer, Death Race, this one episode from Season 8 of Criminal Minds, Battle Royale, and the Hide - n - Seek event in Cupid's Brew. ✖ This is meant to be a fast - paced RTS [ Real Time Strategy ] based roleplay. That being said, just because it will move quickly and not last for long, doesn't mean it will be lacking detail. ✖ This is an Advanced Roleplay. ✖ Minimum 3 paragraph requirement ✖ Thought and effort required for each post ✖ Smaller posts are only permitted on the basis that a timed event occurs or you are really having a hard time figuring out what to write.✖ There will be counters. ✖ There are two types of counters, time based and post based. ✖ Time based means you have a certain amount of time to post before the counter reaches zero. ✖ The most typical outcome of reaching zero is some sort of major event. ✖ You want to stop the counter from reaching zero.✖ Post based means that one or several people need to post a certain number of times before the counter reaches zero. ✖ The most typical outcome of reaching zero is death. ✖ You do not want to be the person that didn't get a chance to post.✖ There is no limit on characters, but once the roleplay is started, no more participants will be allowed to join which means no more characters may be created. ✖ Think hard about how many you want. ✖ You must post at least every four days. ✖ There will be no warnings. ✖ If you get three strikes or if you exceed the 4 day posting requirement, your characters will just be killed off. ✖ It is crucial to talk to me if you are going to be gone for any period of time. ✖ I am willing to make exceptions for people that have notified me or have a legitimate serious excuse for being gone. ✖ For every day after the fourth that you don't post, one more character will be killed off until you either post or all of your characters are gone.✖ There are no second chances. ✖ I am tired of giving second chances to people that don't deserve them, it just hurts the people that do.✖ You are out of the roleplay once all of your characters are dead. ✖ You will not be able to make more [ yes I am repeating this, I hope that means you get it by now ]. ✖ Your characters will die. ✖ Only one or two characters may survive. ✖ No Godmodding or Power Playing ✖ Deaths, fights, severity of injuries will be determined by me through either a coin flip or an RNG ✖ I am the neutral third - party that will keep everything fair. ✖ My characters are obviously not meant to win, just progress the story. ✖ There is no end of day. ✖ Characters are still required to sleep ✖ You will be notified based on the Random Number Generator as to when you have to send a character to bed. ✖ Their length of sleep will depend first on the current situation, and second on a RNG. ✖ It will usually range between 4 - 8 posts. ✖ They will never know what time of day it is given that they are below ground.✖ Depending on the number of sign up sheets, the characters will start out in either two, three, or four groups. The groups are meant to be a way for the characters to bond and make relationships before they all start dying off, which won't take long. ✖ Everything important I have to say pertaining to the roleplay will be posted in the OOC for everyone to see and so that there is a record of it. ✖ No one will be able to dispute that they never saw it. ✖ Everyone else is required to post anything important they have to say, there as well.✖ Occasionally there will be `announcements' posted in the thread. These are usually just a few short words or a sentence that tells one or several characters what they need to be doing at that moment. ✖ If not everyone is online at the time, then there will be a link to it in the OOC Thread✖ All characters should have a familiarity with the other characters. They all go to the same school and were picked up on the same field trip bus. ✖ They do not have to be close. ✖ Some characters should have established friendships [ alliances ] and/or people they dislike [ rivals ]. ✖ It is not required to make these familiarities prior to the roleplay starting. You can just introduce your character as someone else's friend in your first post and vice versa. ✖ This should NOT cause problems or be an excuse to take out your issues on an actual member in a controlled setting. If I see flaming you will be out.✖ Do not hotlink to Zerochan! ✖ This is a very long list for a reason. Be sure you're reading everything prior to signing up. ✖ I reserve the right to add or subtract to this list as I see fit. A notification will be made if done so. ✖ Map One ✖ Map Two ✖ Map Three ✖ Map Four ✖ Map Five ✖ Map Six ✖ Map Seven ✖ Map Eight ✖ Map Nine
OOC Thread { Suspense ✖ Horror ✖ Action ✖ Adventure ✖ Survival ✖ Puzzle ✖ Mature ✖ Advanced }
