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[Frosty V 309]

Frost looked bac at Sole with a straight face. "Fine deal, but don't even think about abandoning us in a fight." he said seriously. He turned back to Angelica and the others. "Alright you all can go your own ways or follow me to the safe house. I garuntee the safe house is the better option, food, water, weapons, everything." he said as he walked out the door and sat in his car and waited for anyone who would follow.

[synangel 25]

  On 2013-09-05 at 5:03 PM, Frosty V said:

Frost looked bac at Sole with a straight face. "Fine deal, but don't even think about abandoning us in a fight." he said seriously. He turned back to Angelica and the others. "Alright you all can go your own ways or follow me to the safe house. I garuntee the safe house is the better option, food, water, weapons, everything." he said as he walked out the door and sat in his car and waited for anyone who would follow.

Synangel started to wall back to the car with frost "s-sole?" She called to him as she sat inside of the car. Then she looked around as it felt really comfortable. She touched the seat. Soft....and comfy. She then laid back on the seat relaxing her large black feathery wings.

[Drago Ryder 641]

Tempest landed in the main hall of his castle and smiled. "I might as well put my plan into effect." He thought, as he stated out into the horizon. The demon's clothes then changed to black armour, before he flew into the air.

 

Ivy sighed as she flew through the air. She had lost Tempest and was now flying back to the school. She landed in the backseat of Frost's car. "I lost the trail."

Edited September 5, 2013 by Kyurem

[~Sole~ 852]

  On 2013-09-05 at 5:51 PM, synangel said:

Synangel started to wall back to the car with frost "s-sole?" She called to him as she sat inside of the car. Then she looked around as it felt really comfortable. She touched the seat. Soft....and comfy. She then laid back on the seat relaxing her large black feathery wings.

sole was about to refuse going with him, until synangel walked up and got into the car. With a sigh he decided to go with them, if for no other reason then to protect her. "Fuck it all..." He mumbled, as he got into the car. He saw syn relaxing and smiled "well... At least you seem happy." He mumbled, as he put an arm around her lovingly.

[Frosty V 309]

Frost set Angelica softly in the passenger seat and closed her door before walking over to his door and getting back in the car. "Alright, everyone buckled up?" he asked before turning to the demons in the back seat and looked at Sole. "And try not to set this one on fire...ok, it's a special car." he said with a sarcastic smile turning away he shifted gears and slammed on the accelerator. The car gunned before he released the emergency brake causing the car to pick up speed at a fast rate. "GPS...Safe House." he said getting the GPS to calculate the location and route.

Edited September 5, 2013 by Frosty V

[Drago Ryder 641]

After a few hours of flight, Tempest landed in front of several nuclear power plants. "This could be interesting." He thought. The demon then snuck in and began to place explosives throughout the control facilities. If anyone tried to stop him, he simply disposed of them. After he made sure everything was in place, he flew back to his castle.

 

Ivy sighed and looked out the window. "Tempest, why are you doing this." She thought. The angel then began to cry.

[Emerald Heart 24,945]

  On 2013-09-05 at 2:26 AM, Frosty V said:

Frost was overjoyed that he had his Angelica back. His voice was a mixture of laughter and tears. "Ohh I love you to Angelica!" he said picking her up and spinning a few times before putting her back down. "I don't care if your a demon now, just as long as you stay my sweet Angelica." he said now crying into her shoulder.

"But I'm not the same girl. I can do things, dangerous things to you Frost. I would never want to hurt you." Angelica sighed, and played with the elastic of her single glove. "I just don't want you getting hurt by choosing to date me." Angelica chewed on the elastic.

[Drago Ryder 641]

Ivy glanced at Angelica and rolled her eyes. "We'll need all the help we can get to take down Tempest." She said. "As for you dating Frost, we could just turn you back into an angel."

 

Tempest smiled as he used his technical knowledge to slowly hack into every news outlet and the broadcast of every radio station in the world. With a flick of the switch, the music in Frost's car, along with every other car, and every news broadcast was shut off. It was then replaced by music that one would hear during a scary movie.

 

The angel heard the music and glanced at Frost. "I didn't know you liked horror music." She said.

[Frosty V 309]

Frost smiled at Angelica and turned to the passenger seat. "I think I can handle it he chuckled when he heard Ivy comment on the radio station. He was confused. "Niether do I Ivy you know that more than anyone." he said flipping the channels on the radio. The music stayed the same on each station. He hit the radio before shutting it off. "Well it appears Tempest still has his pranking side." he said sarcastically. After a few miles of driving he pulled up to a small shed no bigger than mabey four outhouses put together. He stopped the car and smiled. "Everyone. Welcome to the Safe House!" he said with excitment climbing out of the car.

[synangel 25]

  On 2013-09-05 at 7:47 PM, Frosty V said:

Frost set Angelica softly in the passenger seat and closed her door before walking over to his door and getting back in the car. "Alright, everyone buckled up?" he asked before turning to the demons in the back seat and looked at Sole. "And try not to set this one on fire...ok, it's a special car." he said with a sarcastic smile turning away he shifted gears and slammed on the accelerator. The car gunned before he released the emergency brake causing the car to pick up speed at a fast rate. "GPS...Safe House." he said getting the GPS to calculate the location and route.

Synangel felt hungry all of the sudden. Her stomach growled loudly. And for some reason, she now noticed her fangs where still there. Her tongue ran across her fangs while she sat there feeling hungry. She put her arms over her stomach "um.....I-I.......I'm hungry" she said slowly.

[~Sole~ 852]

  On 2013-09-05 at 10:24 PM, synangel said:

Synangel felt hungry all of the sudden. Her stomach growled loudly. And for some reason, she now noticed her fangs where still there. Her tongue ran across her fangs while she sat there feeling hungry. She put her arms over her stomach "um.....I-I.......I'm hungry" she said slowly.

sole looked at her with worry "oh right, you didn't eat lunch... Well... When we get somewhere safe, I'll let you drink some of my blood again." He whispered the last part to her. "Plus I don't want the angels to know... Don't think they'd take to kindly to the craving." He said, as he hugged her tighter. He was happy that she was safe again.

[Emerald Heart 24,945]

  On 2013-09-05 at 10:20 PM, Frosty V said:

Frost smiled at Angelica and turned to the passenger seat. "I think I can handle it he chuckled when he heard Ivy comment on the radio station. He was confused. "Niether do I Ivy you know that more than anyone." he said flipping the channels on the radio. The music stayed the same on each station. He hit the radio before shutting it off. "Well it appears Tempest still has his pranking side." he said sarcastically. After a few miles of driving he pulled up to a small shed no bigger than mabey four outhouses put together. He stopped the car and smiled. "Everyone. Welcome to the Safe House!" he said with excitment climbing out of the car.

"Cool. So was your A/C broken or something because I was sweating like a burning hell fire in that car of yours." smirked, and opened her wings. She flew only a few inches up in they air, so where she was only hovering above her friends heads. "So, why do we need to stay here again?"

[--Thunder Bolt-- 534]

Awash in disorientation, Imojen struggled to think clearly. Should I go with them? If I did, would my time cohere with theirs, or would the dissonance get worse? Cracking her eyes open, it quickly became apparent that she was the only one actually perceiving it. Maybe it's me? she thought. Now that she was tuned into it though, the sensation refused to go away. In fact, it got worse. So this is how Schrodinger's Cat feels. Funny, I don't remember dropping any acid... While the others climbed into the rich guy's car, the demon flew back to his castle, flew off, rigged several nuclear power plants to explode, and returned to his castle...and her body was trying to exist simultaneously in both timelines. What...should I...do?

 

Getting into a car with strangers: a classic Don't Do It move, like starting a land war in Asia or splitting up to explore a scary house with a masked axe murderer on the loose. Trying, all by herself, to stop a really powerful demon who had already (for certain values of "already") accomplished his evil plan...didn't exactly feel like a wiser course of action. Especially with time acting up. Going anywhere near a nuclear power plant? That pretty much had to be the worst idea of all...time.

 

Huh?!

 

As her mind teased at the cracks of perception, hints of another world flickered in visions...another self...an American city? Pages, rattling, falling. Cartoon pictures...a car...a castle... Kanji that should have been as readable as the signs and books she read every day, but somehow, wasn't. Crumbling brick storefronts...a wino with a bottle in a brown paper bag...and...no wings? Strange as it was, there was somehow a certain rightness to it. Imojen opened herself to the new sensations and...

 

...

 

Mark Sarkozy scratched his scraggly beard and took another pull from his bottle of cheap vodka.

 

Splat.

 

Something hit the sidewalk in front of him. A magazine. Not news or fashion though, more like a comic. His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as ghostly images of the book appeared above it, each a translucent freeze-frame of its falling, manifesting in reverse order. Then: a Japanese schoolgirl? Her school uniform faded in and out over a black leather mini-dress with a weird waving effect, like one of those 'cloaked' spaceships in a Star Trek episode. Also: she had demon wings. The demon-girl phased back and forth through several stages of materialization in a whole different way. Her image seemed to smear and diffract with the occasional prismatic flash, superimposing on and off of another version--more American-looking, in a lacy black Gothic Lolita dress. She looked about as confused as he thought she should be, given her apparent inability to settle down and be one thing or the other.

 

The bottle of vodka slipped from his fingers and hit the sidewalk with a muffled sound of breaking glass. A bright flash. Mark blinked. The girl in the Lolita-dress was there, solid now, but the magazine fell from her grasp in slow motion, leaving a rainbow-tinged smear behind it as it fluttered to the sidewalk.

 

Splat.

 

It landed on its pages, with its cover open. Mark glimpsed a Japanese-style drawing of two girls standing back to back, one with bright pink hair, the other's, straight and black. The goth girl studied the magazine at her feet, quizzically tilting her head. Before she could decide what to do with it, it started to diffract and blur like she had. In a moment, it was gone. The girl looked up, and her big dark eyes met his. Her expression: Did you see that?! Seeing his dumbstruck expression, she smiled, her eyes twinkling, as if she was letting him in on a secret.

 

A wet slap at his feet. Mark looked down to see a trout flopping on the sidewalk. Slap. Slap. Another on the street nearby, and another; then a wide-mouthed bass.

 

"Sorry. I don't always get to choose when I make people's lives surreal," she said with a smirk of chagrin. She casually pulled one of those telescoping umbrellas from her backpack and popped it open. Its canopy was slightly misshapen, as if it had endured such a rain before. "You might want to get under cover," she said in a friendly tone, then turned and skipped away...on strange, bifurcated feet in specially-made patent leather shoes that gave them more than a little resemblance to cloven hooves.

 

...

 

At a school in an alternate Tokyo, a dropped manga fluttered down to land on the front lawn.

 

OOC:

 

Aaaaand exit. Sorry everyone, this game moves way too fast for me to follow effectively. Have fun!

Edited September 5, 2013 by Roko's Basilisk

[Drago Ryder 641]

Ivy walked into the safe house and noticed the tv had a full image if Tempest's smiling face, sitting on a throne of black crystals. She felt a chill run down her spine, and could feel the malevolence, even from the Tv.

 

The demon then stood up. "People of Earth, I am Tempest Sol,"He said, as he extended his wings to their full size. "And I am a demon. I have watched you have your pathetic little squabbles, and fights. Now, I am going to end your pitiful lives. You my ask why I would do such a horrendous thing. I have one answer: I can. There will be no respite, and you will be unable to stop me. Your water lines will run black with pollution, your crops will burn, and your bodies will bs ravaged by the diseases i have concocted.As for the angels on this world, I await your foolhardy effort to stop me from my ultimate goal. As for the rest of you, welcome to Hell, otherwise known as my mind." He then snapped his fingers, and every bomb he had set in the nuclear power plants exploded. Almost every city lost power, and the televisions, along with anything plugged into a wall, shut down

[Emerald Heart 24,945]

  On 2013-09-05 at 11:18 PM, Roko's Basilisk said:

Awash in disorientation, Imojen struggled to think clearly.  Should I go with them?  If I did, would my time cohere with theirs, or would the dissonance get worse?  Cracking her eyes open, it quickly became apparent that she was the only one actually perceiving it.  Maybe it's me? she thought.  Now that she was tuned into it though, the sensation refused to go away.  In fact, it got worse.  So this is how Schrodinger's Cat feels.  Funny, I don't remember dropping any acid...  While the others climbed into the rich guy's car, the demon flew back to his castle, flew off, rigged several nuclear power plants to explode, and returned to his castle...and her body was trying to exist simultaneously in both timelines.  What...should I...do?

 

Getting into a car with strangers: a classic Don't Do It move, like starting a land war in Asia or splitting up to explore a scary house with a masked axe murderer on the loose.  Trying, all by herself, to stop a really powerful demon who had already (for certain values of "already") accomplished his evil plan...didn't exactly feel like a wiser course of action.  Especially with time acting up.  Going anywhere near a nuclear power plant?  That pretty much had to be the worst idea of all...time.

 

Huh?!

 

As her mind teased at the cracks of perception, hints of another world flickered in visions...another self...an American city?  Pages, rattling, falling.  Cartoon pictures...a car...a castle...  Kanji that should have been as readable as the signs and books she read every day, but somehow, wasn't.  Crumbling brick storefronts...a wino with a bottle in a brown paper bag...and...no wings?  Strange as it was, there was somehow a certain rightness to it.  Imojen opened herself to the new sensations and...

 

...

 

Mark Sarkozy scratched his scraggly beard and took another pull from his bottle of cheap vodka. 

 

Splat.

 

Something hit the sidewalk in front of him.  A magazine.  Not news or fashion though, more like a comic.  His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as ghostly images of the book appeared above it, each a translucent freeze-frame of its falling, manifesting in reverse order.  Then: a Japanese schoolgirl?  Her school uniform faded in and out over a black leather mini-dress with a weird waving effect, like one of those 'cloaked' spaceships in a Star Trek episode.  Also: she had demon wings.  The demon-girl phased back and forth through several stages of materialization in a whole different way.  Her image seemed to smear and diffract with the occasional prismatic flash, superimposing on and off of another version--more American-looking, in a lacy black Gothic Lolita dress.  She looked about as confused as he thought she should be, given her apparent inability to settle down and be one thing or the other. 

 

The bottle of vodka slipped from his fingers and hit the sidewalk with a muffled sound of breaking glass.  A bright flash.  Mark blinked.  The girl in the Lolita-dress was there, solid now, but the magazine fell from her grasp in slow motion, leaving a rainbow-tinged smear behind it as it fluttered to the sidewalk. 

 

Splat.

 

It landed on its pages, with its cover open.  Mark glimpsed a Japanese-style drawing of two girls standing back to back, one with bright pink hair, the other's, straight and black.  The goth girl studied the magazine at her feet, quizzically tilting her head.  Before she could decide what to do with it, it started to diffract and blur like she had.  In a moment, it was gone.  The girl looked up, and her big dark eyes met his.  Her expression: Did you see that?!  Seeing his dumbstruck expression, she smiled, her eyes twinkling, as if she was letting him in on a secret.

 

A wet slap at his feet.  Mark looked down to see a trout flopping on the sidewalk.  Slap.  Slap.  Another on the street nearby, and another; then a wide-mouthed bass.

 

"Sorry.  I don't always get to choose when I make people's lives surreal," she said with a smirk of chagrin.  She casually pulled one of those telescoping umbrellas from her backpack and popped it open.  Its canopy was slightly misshapen, as if it had endured such a rain before.  "You might want to get under cover," she said in a friendly tone, then turned and skipped away...on strange, bifurcated feet in specially-made patent leather shoes that gave them more than a little resemblance to cloven hooves.

 

...

 

At a school in Tokyo, a dropped manga fluttered down to land on the front lawn.

 

OOC:

 

Aaaaand exit.  Sorry everyone, this game moves way too fast for me to follow effectively.  Have fun!

(Your leaving? Okay. Well I hope you at least had a little fun on this roleplay. I'm sorry you had to quit, maybe I'll see you in another roleplay?))

Angelica sighed, and followed Ivy into the Safe house. Her jaw dropped at what she saw on the screen. "What the hell does he think he is doing? He is going to expose all of us!!"

[Drago Ryder 641]

Ivy glanced at Angelica. "I don't think he really cares, since he's going to wipe out the human race. As for the rest of us, we're still hidden from the public eye. Thankfully, he didn't say our names." She said.

 

Tempest smiled darkly as he put the first phase of his plan into action. "Now that their power is offline, I think it's time to begin the next phase of my plan."

[Frosty V 309]

Frost followed them. He saw the color TV in the middle of the room. "Jesus I can NOT wait to put a bullet in his head." he scoffed as he pulled out one of the planks of wood and pushed a button, releasing a few panels to reveal a doorway that led down some stairs. He walked down them into a underground building that was modeled right after his mansion. "Ahhh home sweet home." he muttered as he walked to a door on the other side of the living room and opened it. He flipped a switch and the lights cut on showing an octagonal room lined with all the weapons you could imagine. Guns of all calibers, blades of all styles, explosives of all sizes. "Ohhh Jaeger I love you." he thought to himself

[synangel 25]

  On 2013-09-06 at 12:15 AM, Frosty V said:

Frost followed them. He saw the color TV in the middle of the room. "Jesus I can NOT wait to put a bullet in his head." he scoffed as he pulled out one of the planks of wood and pushed a button, releasing a few panels to reveal a doorway that led down some stairs. He walked down them into a underground building that was modeled right after his mansion. "Ahhh home sweet home." he muttered as he walked to a door on the other side of the living room and opened it. He flipped a switch and the lights cut on showing an hoctagonal room lined with all the weapons you could imagine. Guns of all calibers, blades of all styles, explosives of all sizes. "Ohhh Jaeger I love you." he thought to himself

Synangel walked downstairs. "You....you know...you said....you could feed me....and I'm hungry....so is there....a-any blood?" She questioned the angel. Her stomach growled again and then she clenched her stomach and her fangs ached. She needed some blood now, and it would be preferred to be fresh.

[Drago Ryder 641]

Ivy sighed glanced at Frost. "Couldn't we at least try to talk to him?" She asked. It might actually be a lot less blood than simply killing him."

 

Tempest smiled as he flew out of his castle and to a nearby river. He then put his hand in the water, and the liquid turned red. It killed any vegetation that grew near the riverbank, and the pollution was quickly spreading. " I think it would be best if I rest for the night." He thought as he flew back and into his room. "It may also be in my best interest to kidnap one if the others. Syn seems powerful."

[Frosty V 309]

  On 2013-09-06 at 12:57 AM, synangel said:

Synangel walked downstairs. "You....you know...you said....you could feed me....and I'm hungry....so is there....a-any blood?" She questioned the angel. Her stomach growled again and then she clenched her stomach and her fangs ached. She needed some blood now, and it would be preferred to be fresh.

Frost turned to see Syn at the door to the arms room. "Yeah there's plenty of food here. The kitchen has four seperate fridges. One for Vegetables and Fruit. One for Dairy. One for meat, and one for anything el-." he said as he took a closer look at Syn and stepped back, seeing how "hungry" she looked. "Umm blood?" he said with a concerned look. "Umm...you can check the meat....I'm....I'm sure they have some excess blood. It's all yours." he finished beginning to sweat a little at the randomness from Syn's food request.

Edited September 6, 2013 by Frosty V

[synangel 25]

  On 2013-09-06 at 1:04 AM, Frosty V said:

Frost turned to see Syn at the door to the arms room. "Yeah there's plenty of food here. The kitchen has four seperate fridges. One for Vegetables and Fruit. One for Dairy. One for meat, and one for anything else." he said smiling as he took a closer look at Syn and stepped back, seeing how "hungry" she looked. "You alright Syn? You don't look so hot."

 

He then looked over Syn's shoulder at Ivy. "You really want to "talk" to him?" he said with a joking grin on his face. "Ummm didn't you here what he said on the television? I don't think talking to him is going to suffice." he said picking up his sniper rifle and aimed it at the floor, checking the sight.

Synangel closed her eyes and leaned her shoulder against the wall. "I-I need blood....please....i-I wouldn't mind it please" her legs ached, she felt them want to move. She felt like pouncing on frost and biting his neck....getting the beautiful red liquid to satisfy her tast....she had to stop thinking about it. It made her even more hungry. "D-don't you have blood packets...or a animal....or something alive..." Edited September 6, 2013 by synangel

[Frosty V 309]

  On 2013-09-06 at 1:09 AM, synangel said:

Synangel closed her eyes and leaned her shoulder against the wall. "I-I need blood....please....i-I wouldn't mind it please" her legs ached, she felt them want to move. She felt like pouncing on frost and biting his neck....getting the beautiful red liquid to satisfy her tast....she had to stop thinking about it. It made her even more hungry.

Frost backed up more. "L-like I said, ther should be a meat refrigerator, ther should be some old blood from the excess meat in there. If its human or angel or demon blood. There isn't a fridge for that." he stammered seeing her fangs. "Jesus, the only angel blood here is me and Ivy, and Ivy would rip Syn to shreds if she even thought about doing that to her.....I don't know what I would do." he thought grabbing his neck and rubbing it.

Edited September 6, 2013 by Frosty V

[synangel 25]

  On 2013-09-06 at 1:12 AM, Frosty V said:

Frost backed up more. "L-like I said, ther should be a meat refrigerator, ther should be some old blood from the excess meat in there. If its human or angel or demon blood. There isn't a fridge for that." he stammered seeing her fangs. "Jesus, the only angel blood here is me and Ivy, and Ivy would rip Syn to shreds if she even thought about doing that to her.....I don't know what I would do." he thought grabbing his neck and rubbing it.

"NO FRESH" she screamed soon getting aggravated with her hunger. She didnt want to hurt anyone....but they where a food source to her. And she needed alot of food. She was being controlled by her demon side. She was hungry. Very hungry. She gritted her teeth, and now she was ready to feed.

[Frosty V 309]

  On 2013-09-06 at 1:19 AM, synangel said:

"NO FRESH" she screamed soon getting aggravated with her hunger. She didnt want to hurt anyone....but they where a food source to her. And she needed alot of food. She was being controlled by her demon side. She was hungry. Very hungry. She gritted her teeth, and now she was ready to feed.

Frost fell on his rump when she screamed. He was concerned that her other side would take control and harm the others. He hit a button under the table next to him causing the door to the armory to close and latch shut. He had medical bags of blood, but he heard her. "Fresh." he mumbled as he pulled out his custom combat knife and made a small, but fairly deep incision on the side of his neck away from the jugular. "Fine you want it "fresh."? Come...and.....get it." he said closing his eyes awaiting the attack.

[Drago Ryder 641]

Ivy sighed and walked towards one of the spare rooms and sat on the bed. "Tempest, I don't care how hard I have to try. I will bring you back." She thought. The angel then had a massive headache.

 

Tempest simply sighed and fell asleep. His swords and armour had disappered, but would be ready at a moments notice if anything were to intrude on his sleep.