Annie

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]"Mr. Anderson,"[/b] an elderly secretary stood in the doorway,[b] "you have a phone call on line three." "Why thank you, Mrs. Barrett,"[/b] Lance gave a grateful smile and lifted the receiver,[b] "Hello?" "Lance! Lance, it's me. I really need to speak with you,"[/b] Aura's voice filled with hightened excitement. [b]"Aura, calm down. When?"[/b] Lance leaned backwards in his tall, leather chair. [b]"Now, we have to talk now. You are not going to believe what I have just found,"[/b] Aura's voice danced in shock. [b]"I can't do it now. I am about two minutes away from a very important meeting. Can we meet somewhere in about an hour? Good, I'll pick you up,"[/b] Lance stood up and stretched his back. [b]"Lance, no, we-"[/b] Aura was cut off with a single click of Lance's receiver. Running his hand over his face, Lance strode out of his office, buttoned up his suit and raked his fingers through his hair in a futlie attempt to tame the dark locks. He smiled at his secretary and walked towards an elevator. [b]"Mr. Anderson?"[/b] a man's voice jumped from Lance's immediate left. [b]"Yes'?"[/b] Lance pressed the button to go "up". [b]"Mr. Thompson wishes your presence,"[/b] the man bowed lightly. [b]"Right, let him know I'm on my way,"[/b] Lance jumped into the elevator. Leaning against the cool wall of the elevator, he checked his relfection in elevator doors, brushing strands from his eyes and made sure he was clean shaven. He stretched his neck and took a quick glance at his fingernails. Sighing, Lance tapped his hand on his thigh, impatient. Patience wasn't a strong quality for Lance, especially when the elevators took years to move and you had to be somewhere important. The light finally flashed the destined floor. Lance bolted from the hunk of usless junk. Striding in a smooth, calm demeanor, Lance kept his pace and only nodded to whom he recognized. A few tried to strike up a conversation, struggling to keep up with Lance's swift glide, curving the corners with agile ease. Lance ignored their pointless jibbering, annoying. He reached a single steel door at the end of the hall. Lance took the cold nob into his hand and pushed the door open. The room was dark, cool, and clean. Stream metal desks and cabinets, bold black, leather chairs, blinds shut tightly allowing no shred of light to enter. Lance stood infront of a massive desk, reflecting his face which was as cold as the room. He faced a tall, swivel chair that was turned on him, preventing Lance to look upon the figure that lurked. [b]"Mr. Anderson, kind of you to join me. We have business,"[/b] a deep, smooth voice shattered the nerve-raking silence. [b]"Indeed, Mr. Thompson,"[/b] Lance smiled lightly and sat down in an opposite chair.[/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]"Tanya, can I speak with you?"[/b] Raul stood in the doorway of Tanya's quarters. [b]"Yes, come in,"[/b] Tanya lay on her bed, hands behind her head. Raul casually walked inside and sat down on the edge of the bed. He sighed and looked at Tanya who kept her eyes shut. [b]"Tanya, what happened today? You are acting strangely,"[/b] Raul placed a hand on Tanya's leg. [b]"Stuff,"[/b] a blunt reply. Raul sighed and squeezed Tanya's leg. [b]"It's okay, I know about your grandfather. Mine called while you all were out. Why didn't you say anything, Tanya?"[/b] Raul moved up on the bed. [b]"That's the last thing I need, sympathy. Please do not attmept to give me yours,''[/b] Tanya sat up, glaring. [b]"I'm just worried about you. You killed someone, I know it. I can see it in your face, in your eyes. What's going on inside of you? This isn't the Tanya Maxwell I know. The Tanya I know is kind, caring about her fellow pilots, and happy. You have become cold, merciless, and seclusive. It's really troublesome,"[/b] Raul is now sitting next to Tanya, holding her hand. Tanya wretched her hand and got off of the bed,[b] "You try losing your grandfather to that Une son of a bitch! To have all of those memories jerked from you."[/b] With that, Tanya stormed from her quarters.[/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]"This way.."[/b] Kala whispered and lead the group down the hall. They reached the emergency exit doors, carefully opening the doors, Kala peers out. She closes them softly and looks back at Zsuzsanna and Vedette. Kala smiled, it was safe. She could see clearly, her mind silent. She motioned the girls to follow and they walked out of the back gates of the school, free into the woods. [b]"We did it!"[/b] Zsuzsanna whispered rather loud and jumped. Kala smiled and breathed out, relief washed over her body and mind. Vedette smiled and followed, limping. Kala held out her hand and offered Vedette some help. [b]"Really, Kala, I'm fine,"[/b] Vedette then began to try and walk better. [b]"Suit yourself,"[/b] Kala shrugged and continued to walk beside her. [b]"So, Zsuszanna, where exactly do we go from here?"[/b] Vedette broke the silence. Meanwhile..... [b]"Schuldig, they are free,"[/b] Brad finally sat down. [b]"Excellent,"[/b] Schuldig smiled.[/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][inaudible Australian accent][b]"So, I 'ard that[/b] [silly British accent][b]King Shinmaru John Jacob dangleheimlich shit, or whatever[/b][/silly British accent][b] is on a 'oly mission........quest.....theng,"[/b][/inaudible Australian accent]a tired townsperson wavered their hand, flinging poo onto Sir Annsie's boot. [b]"Okay, who flung poo? Honestly, who throws poo?"[/b] Sir Annsie kicks and wiggles her foot. [inaudible Australian accent][b]"Owh, Sir Annsie! F'give me,"[/b][/inaudible Australian accent] the person started to bow, more poo splattered over Sir Annsie's face and shiny breast plate. [b]"STOP IT YOU FOOL![/b]*shakes fist*[b].......Man, I just had this buffed..Oh, go back to your disgusting...crap!"[/b] Sir Annsie griped and scraped the chunks from her armor and face. The townsperson scampered away. [b]"Wait..what were you saying about a [/b][silly British accent][b] King Shinmaru John Jacob dingleheimlich shit[/b] [/silly British accent][b]?"[/b] Sir Annsie set her leather bag down. [inaudible Australian accent][b]"I said, 'e be out on a 'oly mission..quest..theng..Se'posedly sent by God 'imself,"[/b][/inaudible Australian accent] the townsperson nodded and pointed his finger as-a-matter-of-factly. Sir Annsie scratched her chin curiously, [b]"Which way did he go, sir?"[/b] [inaudible Australian accent][b]"Owh, 'e 'eaded off to tha no'th. And, I'um not a 'sir'....I'um a womun. See,"[/b][/inaudible Australian accent] the now revealed woman opened her robes to prove her most filthy woman-ness. [b]"Ma'am, please! Robe yourself!"[/b] Sir Annsie averted her eyes in terror. The woman did as she was told and went back to her work of scooping poo. Sir Annsie quickly picked up her bag and tall shovel and scurried off. She stepped in a steaming pile and stopped to furiously sliding her foot along the dew-covered grass. She threw down her shovel and back. [b]"Son of a-"[/b][/size] [center][size=2]*elevator music*[b]CENSORED[/size][/b][size=1]-We will return to your daily program in a few moments. Please stand by.*cut on elevator music*[/center][/color][/size][/i]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Chinkan blinked. She sat up quickly, only to be knocked down on her face. The damp floor moistened her hair, turning the once pure white brown and red from dirt and blood. Chinkan rolled over on her back, expecting Luna to lurk over her. He was not there, it hit Chinkan that it was the Death Dimension. Slowly, she climbed to her hands and knees. Coughing and taking deep, sharp breaths, Chinkan wobbled to her feet. Steadily, she attempted to take steps, only to be forced into the ground. She beat her fist down, frustrated in not being able to do the simplest of things. A sharp pain shot through her stomach causing her to clutch her belly and crumple into the ground.[/size] [b][size=1]I-I need to calm down...I need to get out of here..somehow..[/color][/size] [color=royal blue][size=1]No, we have to become stronger..We have to kill Luna..We have to stay here![/color][/size] [color=indigo][size=1]But, my baby, I'm hurting him...[/color][/size] [color=royal blue][size=1]He's fine, just fine..Focus Chinkan, we can do this..We can grow stronger! Stay here![/color][/size] [color=indigo][size=1] I won't do that![/color][/size] [color=royal blue][size=1]Chinkan! Snap out of it! If we stay here, we can become more powerful than we've ever been! Together, we can take Luna out and destroy the world, make it as we see fit! [/color][/size] [color=indigo][size=1]NO!! I want to get out![/color][/size] [color=royal blue][size=1]I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO DESTROY THE POWER WE CAN ATTAIN![/color][/size] [color=indigo][size=1]"SHUT UP!!"[/b] Chinkan yelled and slammed both fists into the ground, sending a blinding light throughout the darkness. Chinkan's deep scream shook the dimension, echoeing. Chinkan summoned the strength to stand, her eyes flared with flame, her body radiating heat and fierce gusts of wind.[/size] [/color][color=royal blue][size=1][b]Yes, yes, Chinkan..Feed your anger to me...[/color][color=indigo][/size][/b] [size=1]Chinkan spun around, the voice in her head coaxing her seductively. Taunting her, teasing her, luring her into the darkest depths of her mind. Chinkan's eyes darted around. She looked infront of her to see a figure. She ran towards the figure, it turned around. She recognized it to be Aruzan. [b]"Aruzan!!"[/b] Chinkan lunged, but skid to a halt. Aruzan's eyes glew red, his fangs extended, his skin lacerated and spilling blood. He charged at Chinkan and stabbed her shoulder with his claws. Chinkan yelped and struggled to fight him off, but with the gravity and her pregnancy, Chinkan was too weak. [b]"Get off of me!!"[/b] she started to cry. Aruzan laughed, viciously. He began to scratch and stab at Chinkan. She sobbed and burst into a maddening cry. She thrust her fist into Aruzan's chest in one swift, stabbing motion. A sickening crack of the breast plate, Chinkan dug her fist deeper, pulling a pulsing heart from his chest. Aruzan spat up blood onto Chinkan's face, and as soon as he came, Aruzan's body disappeared. Chinkan sat up, she ran her hands over her body only to find no blood, no wounds, no bruises. She felt her face, no blood. Chinkan shook her head, unable to understand what had happened. [/size] [/color][color=royal blue][size=1][b]Well done Chinkan..That's exactly what we need...[/color][color=indigo][/size][/b] [b][size=1]It was all..an illusion...But, it felt so real...[/b][/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Tanya slowly lurked in the shadows and dirt of the ancient staircase. The stairs below her feet groaned in stress as if they hadn't been touched for many years. The dust floated along the gentle waves of a breeze from Tanya's movement. Streams of light cast down through holes in the walls, cracks from the boarded up windows. Tanya's mind set on one thing, reaching Mr. Lively's room. He had something that belonged to her. Something Tanya was determined to have, despite what her concious was screaming. Tanya's heart burned with pain, anger, and lust. She reached around her back and pulled out a pistol. The silver platting gleamed across Tanya's face, reflecting the death in her eyes. She reached the third floor, silently, unexpectedly. Shifting her weight tenderly on her toes, Tanya inched closer to the destined door. She stood infront of the delapitated door, glaring and smiling. She tapped her pistol on her thigh. [b]Mr. Lively, you have something that belongs to me....your life..[/b] At that moment, Tanya kicked the door in. Dust flittered through the mellow air. The sound of a television, the stench of rotting food and cat litter, Tanya crinkled her nose in disgust. Tanya walked in good caution of her own health of touching anything. Her feet gingerly placing their step careful of stirring up a horrid beast that lay in the pile of rancid clothes and trash. [b]"Who's there?"[/b] a scruffy man with the five day shadow and a stained wifebeater tank top appeared around the corner. Tanya held up her hand, the barrel aimed deadlocked between the man's eyes. He dropped his plate and held his filthy hands in the air above his head. His eyes glazing with fear, peering into Tanya's blazing, charcol-grey eyes. She steadily walked closer, her aim never budged a cenimeter. [b]"Austin Lively?"[/b] Tanya's voice empty. [b]"Y-yes..."[/b] Austin replied, shaking lightly. [b]"You knew my grandfather, Duo Maxwell, rather well?"[/b] Tanya tightened her grip around the gun. Austin nodded slowly, [b]"I did, may I ask how is he?"[/b] Tanya narrowed her eyes. Austin's face hinted no concern, rather, his face smirked. His eyes played in their sockets upon hearing Tanya mention "Duo Maxwell". Tanya moved sideways. [b]"You should know. He's dead,"[/b] Tanya spoke as a matter of factly. [b]"He is, is he? Well, the stubborn bastard finally passed. You know, your grandfather was an ex-"[/b] Austin was cut off with the barrel of Tanya's pistol in his mouth. [b]"Cut the fucking bull shit, Mr. Lively. I know you had something to do with my grandfather's sudden death. I know who you are, you disgusting pig,"[/b] Tanya pressed the barrel in further. Austin's playful expression drained into sheer terror. He knew Tanya had no intention of pulling her gun out of his mouth until he complied with her wishes. [b]"Now, you tell me everything,"[/b] Tanya pushed Austin into the wall. Slowly, Tanya pulled her gun away. She held it to Austin's forehead. Austin gulped, beads of sweat formed over his brow, his breathing became rapid. [b]"I-I only did it because...."[/b] Austin stopped. [b]"Because? My patience is thin. Why, my grandfather's best friend, kill him?"[/b] Tanya pressed harder. [b]"I w-was paid...by a man who I-I only know as 'Une'...He promised me an unbelievable amount of money upon completion of my job.."[/b] Austin began to spill. [b]"I am confused, Mr. Lively. I do not like confusion and mixed information,"[/b] Tanya growled...[b]Une, I knew he had a part in this.. "He wants to get rid of the former gundam pilots..Something about they being the only ones live knowing the systems...He wishes to destroy all of the Gundams..s-so th-there's no threat to him any longer.."[/b] Austin stuttered, eyeing the gun warily. [b]"But why, Mr. Lively? Why you?! My family trusted you! You, you were always there for us! Why did Une come to you?"[/b] Tanya fired. Austin flinched, the bullet millimeters from his ear. The barrel smoked, the hole in the wall sizzled. Tanya's composure, calm and clear. [b]"B-because..I know the whereabouts of the ot-ther pilots..I-I know how to kill people unnoticably..I used to be a hitman..until I met Duo..But, as you can see..I need the money..And I.."[/b] Austin began to plead. [b]"Shut it.."[/b] Tanya pressed the gun to Austin's temple and pulled the trigger. Blood spurted on the filth encrusted walls, staining Tanya's clothes and drenching chunks of her hair. She wiped her face and walked into the bathroom. Naturally, it was as nasty as the rest of the house. Tanya sighed and ran the shower water, which to her surprise, was clear. She stripped of her clothes and stepped into the scolding water. Scrubbing herself bright red, Tanya closed her eyes and thought of what she'd just done. [b]It had to be done, not just to avenge my grandfather..but to save the other pilots, who were dear friends to me..[/b] Tanya finished her shower and searched the cabinets for a towel. Finding a half-way decent towel, Tanya dried herself off and wrapped the towel around her body. She exited the bathroom and entered the horror of Austin's room. Sifting hastily through the drawers of an old, broken dresser, Tanya found a white button up, long sleeve shirt, still in the package. She then found underneath the shirt, black slacks. Shrugging, Tanya slipped on the garments. The shirt being slightly large, she buttoned it to her breast and tied the excess under her belly. The slacks hung loosely around her hips. She walked back into the bathroom and gathered her bloodied clothes and slipped on her boots. Seeing that her jacket was leather, Tanya merely wiped it clean with hot water and a towel. She left the towel and Austin's body in the apartment, and walked down the stairs, more of a bounce and slipping on her jacket. Tanya smiled and waved at the woman at the desk and briskfully sprinted down the street. [/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Artemus clenched the chain in his left hand, furious. Hate, an emotion not a stranger to Artemus. Living on the mortal Earth, hundreds of thousands of years, a renegade angel learns to develop such emotions forbidden by God. His eyes glared daggers at Delnoreth, then they trailed to see Nymphanie's horrified face. He released his grip on the chain. [b]"I will admit that I am acting foolish,"[/b] Artemus sighed, [b]"My immortality is still intact. If I cannot find a way to stop the poison, I will be mortal. Please forgive me, Delnoreth. I wish you no offense. It was selfish of me to act the way I did.'' "Artemus.."[/b] Delnoreth stared, cold and untrusting. [b]"Please, do not follow. I know someone who may be able to help me,"[/b] Artemus turned and walked across the meadows of Heaven. Nymphanie started after Artemus, but he turned around and shook his head. Despite his wishes, Nymphanie ran to Artemus and threw her arms around his neck. Artemus held her close and breathed in her sweet, pure scent. [b]"Please come back to me, promise me,"[/b] Nymphanie's grasp tightened. [b]"I promise, I will come back to you,"[/b] Artemus closed his eyes, then pulled her away, [b]"Now, I will trust Delnoreth for your protection. Please, obey him as you would God."[/b] Nymphanie nodded, a single tear streaked her cheek. Artemus leaned into Nymphanie to kiss her cheek ever so lightly. He gave Delnoreth a trusting nod and turned towards the meadow. [b]How do you plan on getting there, Artemus? You cannot fly..[/b] God's voice echoed through Artemus's head. [b]I need not to fly, for she will come to me...[/b] Artemus smiled. [b]This is true....Be careful, and come back safe. It is still very dangerous for a wounded angel to wander alone...Good luck, Angel of Chaos.. Yes, m'Lord....[/b] Artemus looked to the soft clouds..[b]Mother..[/b][/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Artemus looked away, ashamed and greatly hurt. Hurt emotionally, not physically. His wing, painfully laying limp against his cold body. His once bright golden eyes, now dull blonde. His once gleaming cream skin, a pasty white and drained of warmth. [b]"Artemus.."[/b] Nymphanie reached for the angel. [b]"I must walk alone, excuse me,"[/b] Artemus slowly exited the room. His head hung to the side, he tried to move his wing, only to feel a sharp pain. He winced slightly and walked down the marble pathway and sat next to the mirror pond. Casting a shadow look of agony into the crisp waters, Artemus brushed a hand through his injured wing. Tears trickled down his face, knowing that life as an angel may be indangered. He strived for so long to gain trust from God. Millenia's of agonizing solitude, wasted on an injured wing. Without wings, an angel becomes mortal. All that Artemus worked for, now about to crumble from an arrow. Artemus lay on the ground, sobbing softly. He began to chant prayers, prayers with all of his soul. His now scarred soul. [b]"God, please help me,"[/b] Artemus's body trembled, slipping into a ghaunt depression.[/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Tanya turned the corner, onto a bustling square. She looked down at her compact screen and searched the buildings. Spotting the one she was looking for, she smiled and quickly jogged across the street. Tanya stopped infront of a decrepit apartment building. She slowly pushed the grungy glass doors open. Stepping into the musty atmosphere of the lobby, Tanya slowly approached the service desk. An elderly woman sat lazily behind the desk, watching a re-run television show. Tanya cleared her throat, snapping the woman from the screen. [b]"May I help you, young lady?"[/b] the woman hobbled over to the desk. [b]"Yes, ma'am. Do you know a "Austin Lively"? He's a dear friend of my grandfather, I have some unfortunate news to deliver,"[/b] Tanya smiled innocently, her eyes empty and cold. [b]"Mr. Lively, yes, I know him. He is on the seventh floor, room number three-hundred and twenty-nine,"[/b] the woman smiled. [b]"Thank you,"[/b] Tanya knocked on the desk and took to the stairs. [b]Yes, Mr. Lively...My grandfather's utmost trusted friend..You have something that belongs to me....[/b][/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]OOC: Dmitri_Dragoon...WHERE ARE YOU? *glares*...Whatever.. ______________________________ "So, who is this guy?"[/b] Brody quickened her pace to match Frank's. [b]"He's..an old friend. I trust him,"[/b] Frank looked over to reassure Brody. She gave him a cautious look, [b]"I trust no one. Especially, a man I have never heard of before."[/b] [b]"Oh c'mon,"[/b] Frank wrapped an arm around Brody's sholder and hugged her,[b] "Live a little Brody."[/b] She shook her head. The two walked the crowded streets. Frank whistled for a cab. Brody's eyes wandered over the many strange faces. Ever since the assassination four months ago, Brody's been a little paranoid. Frank opened the door to the cab, Brody slipped in. Frank after her, he gave the cabbie the directions and sat back. Watching the scenery, several questions passed swiftly through Brody's mind. She rubbed her forehead, attempting to sift through all of the information she had. None of it made sense to her. What had she done to make Stefani frame her? She was loyal to him. Who were these assassins, did they know where she was? A nauseating knot developed in the pit of her stomach. [b]"You okay, Brod?"[/b] Frank's voice snapped Brody to reality. [b]"Uh, yes. I'm fine. How long?"[/b] Brody leaned her head back onto the seat. [b]"About five minutes,"[/b] Frank double checked on his watch and nodded. Brody sighed and turned her head to look out the window. Minutes later, the two arrived at this run-down hotel. Brody skimmed the building, taking in the surroundings of a ill treated swimming pool, broken signs, torn blinds. Frank lead the way down the corridor. He looked around and pushed the door to the room open. Brody slowly stepped in, glancing the despicable room over. [b]"It will do,"[/b] Brody walked over to the window and pulled the blinds and curtains shut. [b]"Hola, Frank,"[/b] a scrubby man with a horrid Spanish accent stood in the doorway. Brody spun around with a gun in hand,[b] "Who is this, Frank?"[/b] The man put up his hands in defense, fidgeting under Brody's skeptical, crude eyes. He began to sweat in fear of the barrel of the gun that froze in a firm aim between his eyes.[/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Right, that's it. No more. I will talk to Charlie Levoy and ask her when she'd like to start this. Once again, I thank you all. Have fun.[/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]"Tex, how is it going? Are the codes going through?"[/b] Allen's voice raced through Tex's ear piece. [b]"Yes, Sir. Everything is coming through smooth,"[/b] Tex feverishly punched in several codes for launching, disconnecting, thruster ignitions, engine coils. [b]"Don't mean to rush you, but we only have twenty minutes. It takes this hunk of metal ten minutes to get far enough aw-"[/b] Allen was cut off crudely. [b]"Do you think I don't know that?!"[/b] Tex growled and continued to dial up codes and numbers, glancing up at the screen to make sure she was on the right track. Allen gave a slight response and clicked off. Tex shook her head, sweat beads forming along her brow. Numbers and words flashed violently in her mind. Straining her memory with such pressure. If Tex couldn't get the correct codes in, the Bladerunner and the crew would be blown to oblivion with the Event Horizon. [b]All codes entered. Loading programs..28%...34%...50%.........79%....90%...100%..Bladerunner opperations complete. "Yes! Allen, tell Sam to get this bad boy going! We need to get the fuck out of here!"[/b] Tex quickly turned from the panel and ran towards the bridge, looking down at her watch, sixteen minutes.[/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]"I do not want to draw any more attention to us, Vedette,"[/b] Kala sighed. Visions flew before her eyes, three girls both being beaten and dragged to the headmaster. A blade's gleen, blood spraying, Kala stumbled back slightly into Zsuzsanna. Vedette grew a little impatient. [b]"Then what do you suggest we do? If we go the other way, we'll run into the men in the courtyard. If we push through here, we'll escape scratched and bruised, but we'll be out of here,"[/b] Zsuzsanna helped Kala to stand. Kala sighed and looked at Vedette. A plan formulated in her head. There wasn't very many guards in front of them. [b]"Okay, we'll push our way through. We must do this fast and as quietly as possible,"[/b] Kala began as she drew her Colts from her waist. Both Vedette and Zsuzsanna nodded and took their weapons. Kala motioned the girls to get against the wall. Kala inched her way closer to the corner and quickly glanced around. She turned back and whispered. [b]"Okay, there is nine even. Three for each of us. Three are to my immediate right, three off to the center, and three behind them. Zsu, I want you to stay here right now. You are what they want. Vedette and I will attack the closest men, then you will come up behind us. Vedette, the ones in the center are yours, I'll clear your way. Ready?"[/b] Kala's voice grew with excitement. Vedette and Zsuzsanna nodded. Kala took a deep breath then spun around the corner, Colts aimed and fired. The nine men pulled their semi automatics and began firing back. Kala turned back to recoperate and ran at the men, firing. [b]"Vedette, now!"[/b] Kala swerved the men's bullets.[/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Okay everyone, I will start the story tonight. I will PM you all on when it's time to post. I expect [b]everyone[/b] who signed up to post regularly. If you do not wish to continue in the RPG, PM me or Charlie Levoy on your withdrawl. Sign-ups are now closed. Thank you, [b][center]~Annie~[/color][/center][/i][/b][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]"So, where do you ladies want to go first? We have a couple of hours,"[/b] Alex finally caught up to Anya and Tanya. [b]"Doesn't matter much to me, I've never been too much of a city dweller,"[/b] Anya shrugged. [b]"Tanya?"[/b] Alex nudged Tanya's shoulder. [b]"Mind if I go off on my own for a little while? I'm not feeling so hot, plus there's a little something that I have to take care of,"[/b] Tanya's eyes pleaded for solitude. Anya gave Tanya a quick, curious glance before continuing on her pace. Alex looked worriedly but nodded. [b]"Sure, just meet us at that water fountain in 15:00 hours (3:00pm),"[/b] Alex gave a smile. Tanya nodded and turned to cross the street. The bustle of cars and people lifted Tanya a little. Children ran about the sidewalks, chasing one another. A little girl no more than seven sat on a few steps of a store. She had that look in her eyes that Tanya felt inside. She walked up to the little girl and sat down next to her. [b]"It's a beautiful day and you look so sad. May I ask why?"[/b] Tanya turned her head to face the little girl. [b]"Those boys took my dolly and won't give her back,"[/b] she pointed at a group of boys that seemed to be older than her. [b]"Really now? Well, what if I were to say that I could get your dolly back, would you promise to smile?"[/b] Tanya placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. [b]"You will?"[/b] the girl's face lit up with joy,[b] "I promise to smile!"[/b] The girl now clinged to Tanya, who chuckled. She stroked the girls hair and wiped the tears from her face. [b]"I'll be right back,"[/b] Tanya winked and walked to the group of boys. They, oblivious to the furry they were about to experience, tossed the doll back and forth, tugging and pulling, laughing at the little girl's innocense. Tanya grabbed on of the boys by the shoulder and spun him around. [b]"I believe that doll belongs to that girl. I would appreciate you give it back to her now,''[/b] Tanya looked at them all with a scornful glare. [b]"You can't tell us what to do!"[/b] the boy jerked himself free and clutched the doll with one hand and the head with the other. [b]"STOP IT!!"[/b] the little girl screamed in horror of seeing the boy preparing to rip the doll apart. [b]"The last time I checked, little boys didn't play with dolls. Unless, the were really girls,"[/b] Tanya smirked. [b]"I'm not a girl!"[/b] the boy protested. [b]"Then why did you take the doll?"[/b] Tanya folded her arms over her chest. The boy fidget, his friends snickering and poking fun at him for playing with a girl's doll. The boy grew embarrassed and threw the doll at Tanya and stormed off, his friends following. Tanya smiled and bent over to pick up the tattered doll that lay at her feet. She walked over and handed the simple toy to the girl. She took it in her arms and clutched it tightly to her chest, hugging the doll with great pleasure of it having her head. [b]"Thank you, miss!"[/b] the girl smiled and ran off. Tanya sighed and turned around to walk down the street. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a compact. She flipped it open to reveal that it was a small computer. She pressed a few keys and pulled up an address. Nodding, Tanya clicked the compact shut and turned down a street.[/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]"Take what you need,"[/b] Zsuzsanna headed out with Vedette, [b]"Then meet us in the chapel."[/b] [b]"Right, be careful Zsu. Vedette,''[/b] Kala grabbed Vedette's wrist,[b] "Do not let her out of your sight. I had horrid visions...''[/b] Kala stopped. A picture of Vedette being raped, Zsuzsanna as well, was vivid in Kala's mind, [b]"You know what you two..just stay in your room Vedette, I'll come to you."[/b] The two girls nodded and quietly exited the room. Kala hurriedly gathered her belongings that she thought she'd need. Clips for her Colts, all of the documents of herself, her laptop, cell phone, medical kit, her private stash of money, and some clothes. She looked about her room to make sure she didn't miss anything. Turning towards the door, another vision flashed in Kala's eyes. It was a man, tall, strong, intelligent, cool, and handsome. He was with a couple of other men, conversing deeply. Kala blinked and squinted her eyes. She could her voices, they were talking about the school..about..Zsuzsanna..how were they going to....Kala's mind went blank. She cautiously exited her room and quickly made her way to Vedette's room. She knocked lightly, Vedette met Kala with a knife. Once she saw it was Kala, Vedette lowered her blade and breathed out heavy. Kala entered and sat down on the bed. [b]"I saw him..Brad Crawford..and Schuldig..I'm not quite sure who the other was, my mind went blank.."[/b] Kala set her duffle bag by her feet. [b]"Schuldig?"[/b] Zsuzsanna looked at Kala, confused and fascinated. [b]"Yes, and they were talking about your break out..they were starting to form a plan, of which I did not recieve...I have got enough money for us to get pretty far.....Anyhow, we must hurry. I can see the guards searching the asylum...some are slowly making their way here...''[/b] Kala looked towards the window, overlooking the courtyard, panic seized her mind. Meanwhile.... [b]"Crawford? Snap out of it,"[/b] Nagi waved at Brad. [b]"Wha? Oh, I'm sorry...Where were we?"[/b] Brad rubbed his forehead with his index and middle fingers. He began to recieve more visions of the three girls..the guards Kala was talking about grew closer every second..Brad breathed a little faster, his heart pounding in anxiety and panic. [b]"Bradley Crawford! Could you pay attention?! What is your problem?"[/b] Schuldig's stern, German accent rolled over Brad. [b]"I-I am truely sorry..The cognative Russian, Kala Crustov, is being overrun with fear. She's losing control of her ability..Her mind is connecting with mine, so I'm feeling what she's feeling.."[/b] Brad sat down in a high back, leather chair. [b]"Can you not help her to relax? You are more powerful than she,"[/b] Nagi quirked. Brad shook his head, [b]"No, I cannot. I am precog like her, not telopathic."[/b] Back at the school.... [b]"Are we ready?"[/b] Kala stood, wringing her hands on her jacket.[/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Okay, I think that one more henchman should do the trick. Once we get one more, we could get this thing-a going. Great sign-ups people, thank you very much.[/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Chinkan cried out for Aruzan, painfully lifting an arm, attempting to reach for him. He clutched her hand and gave her a smile before sinking out of the death dimension. His fingers slid from Chinkan's grasp. Chinkan stared at the spot Aruzan disappeared from, completely nauseated and afraid. A chuckle and Luna was up on Chinkan, grabbing a handful of hair. He lifted her to her feet. [b]"I hope you enjoyed the sight of your husband, that's the last time you will see him in your sanity,"[/b] Luna smiled demonically and slammed a fist into Chinkan's face, bolts of electricity surged through her head. Chinkan let out a blood curdling scream, trembling in the dampness and clutching her head. Luna laughed insanely and picked Chinkan up by her hair once more. She struggled to keep her conciousness, but collapsed on Luna's shoulder, stinging tears coursed down her cheeks. [b]"Get used to this Chinkan, you'll know nothing other than pain,"[/b] Luna grasped Chinkan's neck and sent her to her back. Chinkan started to sob, Luna grinned down at her. Turning around, Luna disappeared into the dark, black of nothing. Chinkan struggled to sit up, the unstable gravity desperately tried to hold her down. The sound of loneliness and emptiness, nothing but the sound of her rapid heartbeat. Chinkan was horrified, for the first time, alone again. Alone.[/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]"Ryin, come with me please,"[/b] Michelle motioned for Ryin to follow her into the bedroom. Ryin followed, sulking and reluctant to leave Lorn in his condition. Michelle entered her room and waited for Ryin. Shutting the door, Michelle turned and looked to Ryin with pleading eyes. She pleaded for an answer. [b]"What in the hell is going on? You aren't acting like yourself. You're acting weak and uncertain, not like the Ryin I know,"[/b] Michelle leaned against the door. Ryin sat down on the bed, looking about the room as if she were looking for an answer. Michelle tapped the door impatiently with a small dagger she had formed. Ryin looked up into Michelle's now annoyed eyes. Her face then flushed in anger. [b]"No, you don't know me, Michelle. Or you would have seen what I was trying to tell you earlier!"[/b] Ryin stood and paced. Michelle smiled softly, [b]"Why do you love me?"[/b] Ryin stopped carving a hole in the carpet and blinked at Michelle. She walked up to Michelle and stared her in the face, her eyes watered. Michelle pushed herself from the door and brushed a hand across Ryin's face. [b]"Because, y-you've been a best friend to me. You have always been there for me, no matter what. Even if you were badly injured, you put away your pain to help me. You've just put something in me that no one's been able to do. The world around me could go to hell, but as long as you were at my side, I could care less. As long as I had you, I will never be alone,"[/b] Ryin started to hiccup and choke on her tears. [b]"You've always held that place in my heart, Ryin. Do you think that I don't know? I know how you feel about me, I've known it for a long time. And I the same for you, if not more. I protect you, not just out of the bonds of the gang, but for my love for you. Yes, Ryin, I love you too,"[/b] Michelle gave Ryin a reassuring smile. [b]"Oh Michelle, I didn't think you felt the same!"[/b] Ryin burst into tears and hugged Michelle tightly. [b]"Of course I do,"[/b] Michelle craddled Ryin and they sunk to the floor. Michelle kissed the top of Ryin's head and gently brushed her fingers through her hair. Ryin's body shook lightly, Michelle lay her cheek ontop of Ryin's head.[/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]OOC: Thank you guys ____________ "Victory is ours, Angel of Chaos!"[/b] Delnoreth's voice echoed in Artemus' mind. He looked up, blinking and mumbling incoherently at first. His vision blurred and cleared. Grabbing his forehead, Artemus sat up slowly and let out a heavy, relieved breath. He looked over the half-draon's and angels, all wore tired and joyful faces. Artemus smiled and looked at Delnoreth. [b]"Well fought, my friend,"[/b] Artemus tried to stand, he wavered slightly and leaned on Delnoreth. [b]"Artemus! Are you okay?"[/b] Nymphanie ran up to him and hugged him close. [b]"Of course, Nymphanie. I will be fine,"[/b] Artemus smiled softly and stroked Nymphanie's hair. They began to walk towards the troops, but Artemus heard a twang of a bow, then a snap. A nauseating sting in Artemus' wing sent him to his knees and he crumpled to the ground. Delnoreth then fell beside him. [b]"Wha-what is happening..."[/b] Delnoreth struggled to climb to his hands and knees. [b]"Poi..son...''[/b] Artemus trembled violently and watched as Delnoreth passed out, [b]"No!"[/b] [b]"Delnoreth!"[/b] Nymphanie dropped beside him. [b]"Is...he..."[/b] Artemus managed to crawl. [b]"No, he's alive,"[/b] Nymphanie rolled Delnoreth onto his side. [b]"Angels....."[/b] Artemus looked up to the sky. All the angels landed around the three and hefted both Artemus and Delnoreth. Nymphanie looked around, she knew who was responsible. She took to the air after the angels and half-dragons.[/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]OOC: I have tried to emphasize on how my character's name is spelt. I've [b]bold[/b] it everywhere in my posts, sometimes even capitalized it, I've spelled the name of everyone else's character correctly. I would appreciate a little more attention. Thank you. ___________________________ "Artemus! How would we survive without you!?"[/b] Delnoreth's voice belted rejoice and deep admiration. Artemus simply bowed and gave Delnoreth a smile. He turned to his choir and held up his blade, giving them the go, the angels once more charged Gekanisel. Blades clashing against the dragon's scales, the cries of battle and the dragon, Artemus nodded in great approval of their slowly arising victory. He looked around to find Nymphanie heading into battle as well. Artemus took to his wings and soared down towards the rampage. Taking aim, Artemus raised his now glowing blade. The dragon swatted furiously, occasionally sending a half-dragon or angel across the sky and head first into the ground. Angered, Artemus dodged and swerved the mighty dragon's claw and headed straight for the breast. If hit a specific way, Artemus could puncture the dragon's heart. One could accomplish this by driving their blade underneath the scales, discovering the dragon's rather delicate, thin skin. This soft skin would be no match for the Blade of Purity and God's Justice (the attack Artemus used earlier). [b]"Nymphanie! Call of angels away!"[/b] Artemus slashed at the dragon's approaching arm. Nymphanie nodded and took to gather the angels. Artemus scanned the sky for Delnoreth. [b]"My friend! Take your army and flee!"[/b] Artemus flipped backwards and rolled mid air, evading the whipping tail. [b]"What is your plan, Artemus?!"[/b] Delnoreth began to call off his army of half-dragons. [b]"Just get your men out of here if you do not wish for them to be seared and obliterated!"[/b] Artemus landed gently on his feet and searched the dragon's breast for the best spot. Delnoreth, with reluctance, gathered his troops and retreated. Once Artemus was satisfied the others were safe, he clutched his blade and rushed the dragon. Swerving and spinning, Artemus grabbed the blade with his other hand and took quickly to the air. Both he and the dragon screamed with anger and determination to kill one another. The Blade of Purity lit Artemus' face as he rapidly approached the dragon. Dipping from the tail and limbs, Artemus veered straight up in a vertical sweep. This took Gekanisel by surprise and she tried to jump away, but it was too late. Artemus' blade had slid underneath the scales, the burning blade scorched the flesh and insides. Gekanisel yelped and hunched over. The white light surrounded the two, slowly stretching over the land. Artemus pushed himself away from the convolsing dragon and took wing to catch up to the others. He looked over his shoulder to see patches of pure light bursting randomly from Gekanisel's body. And with a sudden blast of light, a blood curdling cry resognated through the lands. A powerful gust of wind blew Artemus into a tumbling plummet, he struggled to gain his balance but his efforts proved usless as he slammed into the ground. Dirt rained down on Artemus' motionless body.[/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1]Kaiya knelt down beside Vincent. She scooped him into her arms. Looking around, Kaiya could not find a dragoon in sight, nor anything to use to plug the wound. Vincent's body was starting to go into shock, shaking, paling, body temperature dropped. He looked up to Kaiya, his eyes pleading. [b]"Ka-"[/b] Vincent started. [b]"Hush, you fool. You are going to be fine,"[/b] Kaiy nodded and lay Vincent down gently. She stood slowly and took her bow. Reaching behind her back, she drew an arrow and niched it neatly. Kaiya drew back, the twang of the bow and the arrow pointed at Vincent made his eyes widen. Kaiya then moved her bow towards the sky, pulling back harder. She released the arrow, soaring with a streak of electricity. Kaiya stood watching, Vincent looked on confused. The arrow fell and lodged itself in the ground yards away. [b]"What..was that..for?"[/b] Vincent looked to Kaiya. Her lips curled lightly. Suddenly, a crackle and sizzle filled the air. Vincent quickly looked back at the arrow that sparked. A resounding clap followed by a blinding bolt of lightning striking the arrow. Vincent shielded his eyes as the wave of light washed over the land. A low hum and occasional crackles, the light slowly faded. Kaiya looked down at Vincent who was looking over his body. [b]"Lightning's Warmth, it returns some of your health and energy. Not enough to heal you, but enough to get you to a physician. Now, let's go before you bleed to death,"[/b] Kaiya looped her bow over her shoulder and helped Vincent to his feet. [b]"I..don't think I can fly, Kaiya.."[/b] Vincent winced. [b]"I'm stronger than you males like to think, thank you very much,"[/b] Kaiya replied curtly and lifted Vincent into the air. Although slow, Kaiya and Vincent flew steadily in the air. The smell of burning flesh, the sound of metal clashing, looking over the ruined city to see winglies still trying to ward off the dragoons. Kaiya sighed and continued to fly to a safer city. [b]"Kaiya..who was that? He is a winglie right?"[/b] Vincent attempted to fly, but all that was produced was mere stretching. [b]"Winglie now, yes. He is. His name is Talen, he used to be a dragoon a long time ago,"[/b] Kaiya's voice seemed distant. [b]"I had a feeling. His movements and attacks were unmistakebly of dragoon roots. Gods he is an amazing fighter,"[/b] Vincent's voice hinted excitement, yet slight jealousy. Kaiya couldn't blame him, she knew how brilliant of fighter Talen is. She too was slightly jealous. [b]"Do you know him, Kaiya?"[/b] Vincent looked into Kaiya's transitic face. [b]"Yes,"[/b] Kaiya whispered. [b]"How? Or, am I going to far with this?"[/b] [b]"Because, he and I fought many battles together. He was the one who helped me to control my power and master my fighting skills........."[/b] Kaiya's voice trailed off into the wind. [b]"You loved him? Do you still love him? "[/b] Vincent cranked his neck to look into Kaiya's vace. [b]"Of course I do, he's my brother, Vincent,"[/b] Kaiya's eyes flared in anger of old memories,[b] "I tried so hard to forget about him and I finally did. And to see him again, everything that I forced into my head just came crumbling down." "But, you told me a year ago that you were the only child. I'm confused,"[/b] Vincent grumbled. [b]"Once we get you to a physician and your wounds are tended to, I will explain,"[/b] Kaiya nodded at Vincent and continued to flap her wings.[/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]People[/b], what are you doing? There are still a couple of you who [b]need[/b] to get me your votes! Until then, this RPG will not continue. So, whoever you are, [b]give me your vote ASAP![/b] Thank you, [b][center]~Annie~[/b][/center][/color][/i][/size]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]OOC: I like it..but that's my opinion.. ________________________ IC: "Chinkan, can you hear me?"[/b] Luna's voice echoed through the empty darkness. Chinkan tried to speak, but her throat tightened. She lay trembling on the ground, it was damp, cold, and musty. Pushing herself up felt like lifting hundreds of pounds. Every muscle in her body spazed, a single tear slid down her cheek. Looking up into the vastness, Chinkan's eyes traced the outline of the Luna. [b]"Did you understand what I told you? Do you understand what I am trying to accomplish?"[/b] Luna stepped forward, his eyes glowing lightly. [b]I can't speak, damn you...[/b] Chinkan thought. [b]Oh, yes. I forgot about telepathy..[/b] Luna scratched the back of his head and smiled sheepishly. This sight put a smirk over Chinkan's face. She sat up fully and looked Luna in the eye. [b]I understand you are insane...[/b] Chinkan smiled. [b]You too will be, I promise you that..[/b] Luna approached Chinkan and back handed her. Chinkan wiped the blood from her lip and glared up at Luna. He stared straight into her soul. Then turned to walk away.[/i][/size][/color]

[color=indigo][i][size=1][b]Oh, I have to give this one a shot. I rolled with laughter.. Name[/b]- Sir Annsie of the Shrubbery (Sir Annsie) [b]Age[/b]- 26 [b]Weapon[/b]- Various assortments of gardening tools that are carried in a brown leather napsack. Tools such as hedgeclippers, weeding hoes, small shovels, one large shovel, etc. [b]Appearance[/b]- Annsie stands at 5'2, she weighs 115lbs, long brown hair, green eyes, tanned skin. She wears a form-fitting metal breast plate, a red and black plaid kilt, the sash wraps around her upper body. The kilt hangs on her hip bones and is very short. What does she wear for foot protection? Tight, brown leather boots that come up to her thighs. [b]Bio[/b]- (I hate writing these) You are probably wondering why Annsie is dubbed "[b]Sir[/b] Annsie of the Shrubbery". Aren't you supposed to be a male to attain the "Sir" title? Yes.......you are [b]supposed[/b] to be male. Okay, I guess I'm going to have do some explaining. Well, once apon a time..okay, wrong story. *clears throat* Right, Annsie grew up in the prosperous town of [b]Shrubs 'R' Us[/b](why did I bold that? Cuz...it's..funny), where the town prospered in producing...shrubberies..*dramatic music...and the old woman faints* At the age of 15, Annsie was assigned to make a rather large, nice, enexpensive, and pretty shrubbery for a man known as King Arthur, do you know him?...Well, he was in a rush, so Annsie didn't get enough..information...yes..information on this "King". But she did overhear him talking to his little friend about getting the shrubbery before they were reduced to cutting down trees with herings. Anyway, the shrubbery went great and "King Arthur'' was so impressed, he dubbed her "Sir Annsie of the Shrubbery". Annsie was confused on how she, being a female, was dubbed a "Sir". But, oh well, she continued to make shrubberies until one day..when no one...wanted...SHRUBBERIES!! *dramatic music...old woman faints* So, in hopes of finding a job, Sir Annsie packed up her tools and headed for Otaku Kingdom. On her way, she ran into many knights of weird assorts, and they demanded shrubberies or be stricken down with fish. After making the shrubberies, Sir Annsie made her way into England. There, she met a man named [silly british accent] King Shinmaru John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt III esq[/silly british accent]. He and his group of merry men/women were on a holy mission quest thing for an Otakubot..she had no clue, but offered her help...though, she wasn't quite sure on what use she would be. *dramatic music* Thus begins the peril journey to save....*drum roll*.......I don't know...*clash of symbols, dramatic music out*[/color][/i][/size]