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[b][size=1]"Xachnore, don't you know it's rude to mind-link with your Nobodies when there are other people around?"[/size][/b][size=1] came a cool, calm voice from the corner of the hall furthest away from The Transmogrified Sniper. The three members of the Order that were already within the hall, Xachnore, Xinikk, and Onix himself, turned to see who was responsible for the interruption. Xarin moved forward a couple of steps, his cloak flowing out behind him. He loved when it did that. It gave him a good feeling. He smiled at the three Order members already sitting at the table, in complete silence. Xarin moved, noting that their eyes coldly followed him as he did, to his seat at the end of the table. He wasn't quite at the foot, but he was close. He pulled the chair out, apparently the only one of the four that hadn't summoned or dismissed their own personal Nobodies, and sat in it, slouching slightly. [b]"Oh, and I suppose you don't mind-link with your Nobodies when there are others around, my friend?" [/b]replied Xachnore. [b]"I don't need to. I don't have anything to hide from these fine people sitting at this table with me. And anyway, dealing through Nobodies is so...impersonal, you know? I prefer to deal with people face to face." "That's not how it seems in battle," [/b]said Xachnore, not bothering to hide those ill feelings he had towards Xarin, [b]"I've seen you holding back until you barely have any enemies left before you. You're a coward." "Sticks and stones, my man, stick and stones," [/b]replied Xarin, placing his boots upon the table and leaning back, using his arms as a cushion. [b]"Will you two shut up!" [/b]yelled Xinikk, slamming her fists on the table, [b]"You're driving me crazy!" "Not like you needed much help," [/b]muttered Xarin, absently pulling a tiny thread of fluff off his coat. [b]"What did you say?!" [/b]she shouted, standing up threateningly. [b]"Would you all calm down," [/b]said Onix calmly, [b]"And Xarin, please remove your feet from the table." "Since you asked so nicely," [/b]said Xarin with a cheeky grin flashed at Onix, and he did as his Superior commanded. [b]"Thank you," [/b]said Onix, [b]"Now please, let us wait for our comrades in quiet." [/b]With these words, the doors creaked open... --- OOC: Hope you don't mind me setting up a little conflict between our characters, Acheron, and I hope I portrayed everyone alright. [/size]

[size=1]Ooh... [/size][center][u][b]Claudia Black [/b][/u][size=1][img]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/ClaudiaBlack.jpg[/img] I don't know how Raiyuu could have mentioned Gigi Edgely and forget the uber-babe of Farscape, Mrs Aeryn Crichton-Sun. Just look at her, she's got that whole sexy smouldering thing going on, and she's a badass soldier. What more could you want? [u][b][size=2][/size][/b][/u][size=2][size=1] [size=2][u][b]Heather Graham [/b][/u][size=1][img]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/HEATHER-GRAHAM_88__F-310.jpg[/img] [/size] [size=1]Honestly, just look at her and tell me she's not hot. She's pretty, she's funny and she's a good actress. And that smile knocks me out. [b][u][size=2]Charlotte Hatherly [/size][/u][/b][size=2][img]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/charlotte-stool.jpg[/img] [size=1]I don't know what it is, I just have a weak spot for female musicians. And the female guitarist from the Irish band Ash is all I could ask for. Also, put me down as another vote for Jessica Alba. I can't think of a guy who wouldn't want that. Charles, we're waiting... [/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/size][/center]

[size=1]Thank you, Mr Maul, they are fantastic - just what I was looking for![/size]

[color=#555555][font=Tahoma] [QUOTE] [b][font=Verdana]Originally Posted by White: [/font][/b]No. You were not winning for seventeen years. You aren't playing the game until someone tells you about it. So, if someone told you about it 17 years ago then shut my mouth.[/QUOTE][color=black][size=1][font=Verdana]I'm thinking maybe you've been reading that rule book a little hard... No, to be truthful, I didn't read it hard enough. So I was only winning for like...a year since my brother told me about the Game. Still, a pretty good streak... [/font][/size][/color] [/font][/color]

[size=1]Screw it. I lose. And I had been winning for almost seventeen years before now. I'll get you one of these days, Desbreko *shakes fist in threatening yet comical manner* [/size]

[size=1]Hey all you graphic-art wizards out there! I'm looking for an avatar and banner set using the picture attached. For the avatar I would like just the head and shoulders of Mr White (the guy standing up), and on the banner I would like the image of Mr Pink (lying down), and the words: [b]"I'm acting like a professional!" [/b]Just below the image, and if it's possible to have the font kind of rough-and-ready, maybe even with bulletholes in a true Tarantino fashion that would be fantastic. Thank you all in advance. [/size]

[center] [/center] [center][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [url="http://photobucket.com"][img]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/ReservoirDogsII.jpg[/img][/url] [/size][/font][b][u][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=3][color=White]Natural Born Criminals UNDERGROUND[/color][/size][/font][/u][/b][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][color=White]We worked for the Morelli crime family. This job, supposedly my last, was set up by the Big Man himself, Jimmy Morelli. The Boss.[/color][/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][color=White]We got a crew of six together. We were slick, too. We practiced the job for hours, planning it for weeks, waiting for that one perfect moment to strike. Every aspect of the job was perfect.[/color][/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][color=White]We knew things wouldn't go perfect in the real thing. You can't plan civilian reactions, you can't gauge the amount of panic that is going to be coursing through their veins, you can't plan for some jackass to overdose on adrenaline and try to play the hero. We were prepared for a few casualties.[/color][/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][color=White]But we weren't expecting it to go so far south so quickly. Something went wrong, someone screwed up, and people got hurt. Too many people.[/color][/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][color=White]We managed to get to the rendezvous alright, albeit arriving slowly and a lot more staggered than we had planned, but I for one intend to find out what went wrong.[/color][/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][color=White]Things are gonna get real ugly.[/color][/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][color=White]---[/color][/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][color=White]Welcome to the Underground thread for Natural Born Criminals. This is where everything that occurs during Natural Born Criminals will be documented, from characters introduced, to events that have occured. This way, it is a lot easier for someone who has been absent from the RP for any length of time to find out what has happened recently.[/color][/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [/size][/font][b][u][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][color=White]CHARACTERS[/color][/size][/font][/u][/b][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][color=White][b]Jimmy Morelli[/b] - The Boss. Jimmy Morelli is probably the most powerful man in the city, as well as most of the criminal underworld. He has connections reaching into almost every aspect of society, from the police force to the grocery business. His connections helped him set up the job that went so horribly wrong, and now he wants to find a few things out for himself. His only rivals in the city are the rapidly-growing Yakuza, Japanese mobsters who are out to take over the city for themselves.[/color][/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][color=White][b]Donny Morelli[/b] - The Son of Jimmy Morelli and the man set to inherit his father's crime family, Donny Morelli is even more of a cold-hearted criminal than his father. He seems to have a vendetta against the Yakuza, for reasons known only to himself. He is pretty handy with most types of small arms.[/color][/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][color=White][b]Mr Black[/b] - The suave, calm psychopath, a man you would not want to get on the wrong side of, under any circumstances.[/color][/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [color=White][b]Mr White - [/b]the kind of man who will insult your mother with a cheery grin on his face and his halo tipping only slightly to one side. Service with a smile. [b]Ms Green - [/b]the high-class rebel. The deadly tease. The true definition of a [i]femme fatale[/i]. [b]Mr Scarlet - [/b]The enigmatic, sleek, smouldering and sly ladies' man. His charm can heat any woman's blood, and he will always get right under your skin. [/color] [/size][/font][u][b][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][color=White]EVENTS[/color][/size][/font][/b][/u][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][color=White]The Job - The failed heist of $3 million worth of gold bullion from a bullion train. The six people involved were almost caught by the police, but they narrowly escaped, splitting up to converge once more at the rendezvous spot. At least one of them is seriously injured, but more could have been in the escape.[/color][/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [/size][/font][u][b][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][color=White]LOCATIONS[/color][/size][/font][/b][/u][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][color=White]The Abandoned Hospital - The pre-arranged rendezvous point for the six criminals. The abandoned hospital is at the edge of town, as far away from any police stations as possible. There is a large amount of left-over medical equipment still lying around the building, as well as a number of different medical supplies, including bandages and medicines.[/color][/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [/size][/font][u][b][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][color=White]QUOTES[/color][/size][/font][/b][/u][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2] [/size][/font][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][color=White][This part comes later - it will eventually be filled with hilarious and/or particularly memorable quotes from any of the characters. I'm hoping to have a fair few of these, so keep those brains in gear!][/color][/size][/font] [/center] [color=White] [/color]

[center] [/center] [center] [b][u][size=3][color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode] [url="http://photobucket.com"][img]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/ReservoirDogsII.jpg[/img][/url] Natural Born Criminals[/font][/color][/size][/u][/b] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]WARNING: THIS RP WILL CONTAIN VIOLENCE AND SWEARING. PLEASE DO NOT JOIN IF YOU ARE LIKELY TO BE OFFENDED BY EITHER OF THESE THINGS.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]We worked for the Morelli crime family. This job, supposedly my last, was set up by the Big Man himself, Jimmy Morelli. The Boss.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]We got a crew of six together. We were slick, too. We practiced the job for hours, planning it for weeks, waiting for that one perfect moment to strike. Every aspect of the job was perfect.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]We knew things wouldn't go perfect in the real thing. You can't plan civilian reactions, you can't gauge the amount of panic that is going to be coursing through their veins, you can't plan for some jackass to overdose on adrenaline and try to play the hero. We were prepared for a few casualties.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]But we weren't expecting it to go so far south so quickly. Something went wrong, someone screwed up, and people got hurt. Too many people.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]We managed to get to the rendezvous alright, albeit arriving slowly and a lot more staggered than we had planned, but I for one intend to find out what went wrong.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Things are gonna get real ugly.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]---[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Welcome to Natural Born Criminals. As you may have been able to tell, this RP is more than a little influenced by the Quentin Tarantino movie Reservoir Dogs, and that theme is going to continue throughout the story.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]First things first. This RP is going to contain violence, as well as a fair amount of swearing. If you cannot handle either of these things, then please don't join, as you are going to be offended.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Next off, the story. Put very simply, we are criminals. And we are in trouble. A job went wrong, one of our number is injured, perhaps mortally. Something went wrong during the job, and we intend to find out. This will happen through a series of detailed flashbacks, which will contain the main expositions of the RP. Between these flashbacks will be parts of the story occuring in the present, which will include us trying to find out what made the job go sour. You will need to be a skilled writer and be able to keep up with complex stories to do well in this RP. I also want dedication. I'm not saying that I want everyone to check the thread every day, as I know that this would be impossible with people's busy schedules, but try and keep on top of it as it progresses.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]People will die in this RP, but even if you die right near the start, chances are you will appear during the flashbacks. If you are taken out of the present-day storyline, you will still get a chance to write in the past.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]This RP will be set out in chapters. I know that this is a turn-off for some of you, but in my opinion it is the only way to make a story like this work properly. However, these chapters will be fairly loose, often only being one long post from a single person. I will be doing this in a style reminiscent of Kill Adam.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]I will be inputting certain parts of the story when I see fit, but apart from those, this RP is yours. I want you to create a dark, grimy world of intrigue and betrayal. But I do ask that you respect the ideas of other writers. If, at any point, you wish to kill off another character, please PM me as well as that player to ask permission.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]And, without further ado, onto the characters:[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]There are six members of this group:[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][b]Mr Black[/b] - played by myself[/size][/font][/color] [b][color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Mr White - [/size][/font][/color][/b][color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]played by Ezekiel[/size][/font][/color] [b][color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Mr/Mrs Purple[/size][/font][/color][/b] [b][color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Ms Green - [/size][/font][/color][/b][color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]played by Astdis[/size][/font][/color] [b][color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Mr Scarlet - [/size][/font][/color][/b][color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]played by Andrew[/size][/font][/color] [b][color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]Mr Silver - [/size][/font][/color][/b][color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]played by Gavin[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]You will not reveal your real name during the sign-up stage of this story. You may reveal it during the RP itself, but only during flashbacks. Revealing your name to any other member of the group is totally against principle of the Morelli Crime Family.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]All I need from you in terms of a sign-up is this:[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][b]Codename:[/b] these are given[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][b]Appearance:[/b] a photograph of your appearance, or a detailed description. Both would be excellent. But no cartoon images, please, I want real people. And a headshot is probably easier than a full-body shot.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][b]Personality:[/b] make this up, a couple of paragraphs, and please vary it from the other players. I want six very different characters in this RP. Think Reservoir Dogs/general Quentin Tarantino[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2][b]In One Sentence:[/b] give a description of your character as a whole, but in one short sentence.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]All other personal information will be kept secret from the other players, but I would ask you to write it down somewhere, so you know your own personal information from the beginning.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]I know that I haven't given a very detailed description of what is going down, but I want to add to the mystery of it all. Once I have chosen the five other players involved, I will PM you all with your starting place, whether it is the injured person with me at the rendezvous, or someone who will arrive later.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]The Underground thread is now also open, so please post any questions/comments/ideas for this RP right there.[/size][/font][/color] [color=White][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][size=2]As long as there isn't anything else, have fun becoming a criminal![/size][/font][/color] [/center]

[b][size=1]Original Name: [/size][/b][size=1]Nair [b]Order Name: [/b]Xarin [b]Number: [/b]XI [b]Codename: [/b]The Cool Observer [b]Element: [/b]Ice [b]Weapon: [/b]Xarin wields dual weapons, which appear in the form of two crystalline discs, almost like a pair of circular shields, which he holds in either hand. These both have the Nobody symbol upon the flat, outward-facing side. Xarin can spin these two discs, creating a spiralling vortex of freezing wind, or he can throw them. Once they are thrown and they have struck their target, they will disappear and reappear in Xarin's hands. The discs can also be used as close-combat weapons, as the edges are bladed and extremely sharp. [b]Nobody: [/b][i]Crystallines - [/i]These Nobodies, created especially by Xarin, seem to be formed entirely from ice. Their long, spindly legs and arms are much like those of a Dusk, but the head ends in a sharp, pointed beak, like that of a stork. These Nobodies can breathe out a freezing cloud of vapour, which forms ice on contact with any form of matter, be it flesh or otherwise. They can also detatch parts of their bodies and fire them at any opponents that Xarin sees fit to attack. [b]Appearance: [/b][[b][url="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/LOZ.jpg"]Xarin[/url][/b]] Xarin is a young, well-built man, whose Order attire (black cloak etc.) does nothing for his appearance. He is clean-shaven and, as he doesn't mind saying, fairly handsome. He is quite the prettyboy of the group. However, since that picture was taken of him, his hair has changed to a light, icy blue colour, and his eyes are a similar blue. A single, dull grey metal earring hangs from his left ear. [b]Personality: [/b]Xarin is, quite possibly, the coolest, calmest man you are ever likely to come across. Even those who have known him for years have never seen him get so much as the slightest bit angry. He always manages to keep his cool, under almost any situation, cracking a sly joke instead of losing himself in rage. His codename describes his fighting style perfectly. He is not one to wade straight in and get involved in a fight, he will stand back and wait for the opportune moment, just cooly observing the battle until he sees his chance. Then he will dart in and strike with a decisive blow, sometimes even managing to end the battle in a single move. But this is not to say that he is weak. He is an extremely powerful fighter, and once he gets into a fight, he is difficult to beat. He is quick and powerful, a deadly combination, and often his face will be the last his opponent will ever see. He is the polar opposite of Necrox, but strangely finds himself closer to Xranis than to most of the other Order members. Their wisecracking natures make them a pretty good match, although Xranis prefers to spend time with Onix if he can. [/size]

[b][size=1]Tical Blue[/size][/b][size=1], the generation that this will occur in is pretty much our own generation, the 19-25-year olds of the early 21st century. So this RP will take place in modern times. And [b]kenshinsbabe[/b], you are writing your entry as the person of the newest generation, not of the first generation. You will be playing as the latest generation. Thanks for your interest thus far. [/size]

[center][url="http://photobucket.com"][img]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/MosraelCovenant.jpg[/img][/url] [size=1]There is no God. There is no Devil. There is only HIM. His name is Mosrael, the one true Angel. Mosrael is the one that is known as both God and the Devil. A powerful deity who performed acts of both good and evil. He was the one who spoke to Joan of Arc, the one that the Bible was written about. He wielded the power to give life and the power to take life away. He was the Creator, the Maintainer and the Destroyer. All of time and space lay within his hands. I came into direct contact with Mosrael almost four hundred years ago, at the beginning of a new chapter in my family's history. My human name was Michael Jacobs, a soldier for the British Army, posted in a small, 17th-Century town near London. I lived an idyllic life, complete with my loving wife and two sons. But one day, a strange assailant took my wife from me, brutally hacking her young, helpless frame apart with a 16-inch knife. It was a seemingly pointless crime, one that was never solved, with no motive whatsoever, and it tore my heart in two. I prayed more vigorously that night than I ever had for almost twenty years, releasing all my rage over what had happened. Only this time, my prayers were answered. But not by the God I was expecting. My prayers were answered by him. Mosrael, the One Angel. I asked him what I could do to bring my wife back, and he told me there was only one way. I was required to offer my soul, in service to the great deity Mosrael, for the rest of my life. I accepted, stricken with grief, and became one of Mosrael's emissaries on Earth. He granted me great power, along with four others from across the globe who had been affected by similar tragedies to myself. We were his Harbingers, those who would carry out any necessary duties on Earth that Mosrael could not perform himself. But this was not all. I served Mosrael for seventy years, until I was finally released, and allowed to pass away. The others followed soon after. But I waited, too attached to the mortal plane to let go fully. I remained here as a ghost to witness the growth of each new generation of my family. It was not until then that I discovered the hidden, devilish part of Mosrael's deal. He not only required a life of servitude from me, but also from my descendants. When I died, my grandchildren were turned into servants of Mosrael's will, and the debt was passed down from generation to generation. Five bloodlines were each cursed to serve Mosrael for all eternity. The Families Jacobs, Danvers, Collins, Parry and Simms were all owned by Mosrael. The only escape from this debt was death. So, every generation of each of these five families was forced into servitude. But the way for them to finally break free of their blood contract was revealed to me upon the arrival of the newest generation of my own bloodline. Caleb Jacobs. A young, hot-headed man, and only with his abilities would he be able to break the cycle of servitude. But without the trust and help of the other four descendants, this plan will amount to nought. My family will be free... --- Welcome to the Underground. This space is here for any questions you may have about the sign-up, and once the RP starts, any questions you might have about which direction the story is going in. I am also very open for comments and suggestions from you, so please don't hesitate to put in your two cents' worth. It will be much appreciated, as this is as much your RP as it is mine. Thank you very much for your interest, I am glad to answer any questions you might have. [/size][/center]

[center][size=1] [/size][center][size=1][url="http://photobucket.com"][img]http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/MosraelCovenant.jpg[/img][/url][/size] [/center] [size=1] There is no God.[/size] [size=1]There is no Devil.[/size] [size=1]There is only HIM.[/size] [size=1]His name is Mosrael, the one true Angel.[/size] [size=1]Mosrael is the one that is known as both God and the Devil. A powerful deity who performed acts of [/size][size=1]both good and evil. He was the one who spoke to Joan of Arc, the one that the Bible was written [/size][size=1]about. He wielded the power to give life and the power to take life away. He was the Creator, the [/size][size=1]Maintainer and the Destroyer. All of time and space lay within his hands. [/size] [size=1]I came into direct contact with Mosrael almost four hundred years ago, at the beginning of a new [/size][size=1]chapter in my family's history. My human name was Michael Jacobs, a soldier for the British Army, [/size][size=1]posted in a small, 17th-Century town near London. I lived an idyllic life, complete with my loving [/size][size=1]wife and two sons.[/size] [size=1]But one day, a strange assailant took my wife from me, brutally hacking her young, helpless frame [/size][size=1]apart with a 16-inch knife. It was a seemingly pointless crime, one that was never solved, with no [/size][size=1]motive whatsoever, and it tore my heart in two. [/size] [size=1]I prayed more vigorously that night than I ever had for almost twenty years, releasing all my rage [/size][size=1]over what had happened.[/size] [size=1]Only this time, my prayers were answered. But not by the God I was expecting. My prayers were [/size][size=1]answered by him. Mosrael, the One Angel. I asked him what I could do to bring my wife back, and[/size] [size=1]he told me there was only one way.[/size] [size=1]I was required to offer my soul, in service to the great deity Mosrael, for the rest of my life. I [/size][size=1]accepted, stricken with grief, and became one of Mosrael's emissaries on Earth.[/size] [size=1]He granted me great power, along with four others from across the globe who had been affected by [/size][size=1]similar tragedies to myself. We were his Harbingers, those who would carry out any necessary [/size][size=1]duties on Earth that Mosrael could not perform himself. [/size] [size=1]But this was not all.[/size] [size=1]I served Mosrael for seventy years, until I was finally released, and allowed to pass away. The [/size][size=1]others followed soon after. But I waited, too attached to the mortal plane to let go fully. I [/size][size=1]remained here as a ghost to witness the growth of each new generation of my family.[/size] [size=1]It was not until then that I discovered the hidden, devilish part of Mosrael's deal. He not only [/size][size=1]required a life of servitude from me, but also from my descendants. When I died, my grandchildren [/size][size=1]were turned into servants of Mosrael's will, and the debt was passed down from generation to [/size][size=1]generation.[/size] [size=1]Five bloodlines were each cursed to serve Mosrael for all eternity. The Families Jacobs, Danvers, [/size][size=1]Collins, Parry and Simms were all owned by Mosrael. The only escape from this debt was death.[/size] [size=1]So, every generation of each of these five families was forced into servitude. But the way for [/size][size=1]them to finally break free of their blood contract was revealed to me upon the arrival of the [/size][size=1]newest generation of my own bloodline.[/size] [size=1]Caleb Jacobs. A young, hot-headed man, and only with his abilities would he be able to break the [/size][size=1]cycle of servitude. But without the trust and help of the other four descendants, this plan will [/size][size=1]amount to nought.[/size] [size=1]My family will be free...[/size] [size=1]---[/size] [size=1]Welcome to The Mosrael Covenant. For this RP I will need a grand total of four applicants besides [/size][size=1]myself, and we will each be playing one of the descendants of each bloodline.[/size] [size=1]But first, a breakdown of the basics: [/size] [size=1]The Harbingers of Mosrael are a group of people, the descendants of the families Jacobs, Danvers, [/size][size=1]Collins, Parry and Simms, who have been cursed into a life of servitude under Mosrael, the God-like [/size][size=1]figure who carries out all necessary duties of our images of God and the Devil, after their 18th [/size][size=1]birthday. To carry out his bidding, they have each been granted phenomenal power. Each bloodline [/size][size=1]possesses a different power:[/size] [size=1]Jacobs - the power of fire, to bring light and warmth to the world, but also to rain destruction [/size][size=1]down upon those who are not worthy of Mosrael's love.[/size] [size=1]Danvers - the power of water, that which is essential to creating life, but can also take it away [/size][size=1]within the blink of an eye.[/size] [size=1]Collins - the power of lightning, the weather, rain and thunder. One of the most powerful [/size][size=1]bloodlines, the Collins family can control the very essence of weather and electricity itself.[/size] [size=1]Parry - the power of nature, to bring beauty and tranquility to the world, but also to create [/size][size=1]poison, toxins and other harmful substances.[/size] [size=1]Simms - the power of wind, to create air for humans and plants to breathe, to allow them to live, [/size][size=1]but also to take it away, thus depriving them of life itself.[/size] [size=1]Each bloodline has complete control over their respective element, and as such they are an [/size][size=1]incredibly powerful group of people. They possess no weapons, they have no need for them, but each[/size] [size=1]has their own weaknesses as well.[/size] [size=1]So I will be requiring someone to play each of the descendants of the families Danvers, Collins, [/size][size=1]Parry and Simms. I will be playing the descendant of Michael Jacobs, as well as the ghost of [/size][size=1]Michael himself.[/size] [size=1]Here is what I will need from you in terms of a sign-up:[/size] [size=1][b]Name:[/b] family name is given, first name is up to you[/size] [size=1][b]Age:[/b] 19-25[/size] [b][size=1]Gender:[/size][/b] [size=1][b]Appearance:[/b] a picture or a good description is good, both is great[/size] [size=1][b]Personality:[/b] nice and detailed, please, I'm looking for two or three paragraphs on this[/size] [size=1][b]Short Biography:[/b] and when I say short I mean three or four decent-sized paragraphs. Give a basic [/size][size=1]outline of your life, both before and after you found out about your powers. Remember, you became [/size][size=1]Mosrael's servant on your 18th birthday.[/size] [size=1]I think that should be about it, I will be opening an Underground thread if you wish to ask any [/size][size=1]questions. Other than that, have fun with your sign-ups![/size] [size=1]Oh, yes, before I forget, sign-ups will be open until Friday September 1, or until I get four [/size][size=1]amazing applications, whichever comes first. Happy creating! [/size] [/center]

[size=1]Phil and Cutler departed the diner at a run, their weapons drawn and ready, the safeties off. [b]"Where are we?" [/b]asked Cutler, stopping and looking around. [b]"We're close to grid 18.3," [/b]replied Phil, [b]"Come on, almost there." [/b]They ran a few hundred more metres and finally arrived at the backup lab. [b]"Shit," [/b]said Phil, eyeing the lock, [b]"We've got a password-sensitive lock. This Latigo sure loves to cover his ass." "How are we gonna get through there?" [/b]asked Cutler. [b]"Well, Roos told us to call it in if there was any security whatsoever. I'm guessing this lock counts as security. We call it in," [/b]said Phil, reaching for his radio. [b]"Wait a minute," [/b]said Cutler, blocking off his hand, [b]"Do you really trust Roos? I mean, a man who's willing to completely fuck over the guy who hired him can only be bad news, right?" "How long have you been in this business?" [/b]asked Phil, slapping Cutler's hand away, [b]"We're mercenaries. Fucking people over for money is what we do. Bollocks to any code of conduct or any of that bullshit. We look out for number one, and number one only." "Fair enough," [/b]replied Cutler, retracting his hand. Phil flicked his radio on. [b]"Roos," [/b]he said, [b]"We've got a password lock. We need Latrice over here right now." "Right now? We're two minutes behind you," [/b]replied Roos. [b]"Yes, right now," [/b]snapped Phil, [b]"If we're going to get in this place we need Latrice here right now!" "Alright, I'll see what I can do," [/b]replied Roos, disconnecting the comms. Phil sighed and leant back on the wall. [b]"I trust him about as far as I can throw him, and he's a complete egomaniacal prick, but he's a good leader, I guess," [/b]he said, laughing along with Cutler, pushing another stick of gum into his mouth and chewing. He offered Cutler one, but the man refused. [b]"So what's the deal with you and these movies, then?" [/b]asked Phil, trying to pass the time until Latrice arrived, [b]"Wouldn't expect an actor to go into our line of work." "I did action movies, so I figured I was about as well trained for this as any other job," [/b]replied Cutler, [b]"I just needed some real-life experience." "No offence, but you're not the first person I would have picked for the Demolitions on this crew," [/b]said Phil. [b]"Oh yeah? Who would you have chosen?" "You know...Iron-Eye Daniels? Fantastic bloke, awesome at blowing stuff up." "Iron-Eye died about three months ago. Extreme case of food poisoning." "Shit, not Iron-Eye? Well, fair enough. I guess you were the only man for the job, then!" "If you're quite done," [/b]said a new voice. The two men turned to see Latrice standing in front of them, her computer-bag in one hand, [b]"I heard you boys needed a hand."[/b] [/size]

[size=1]Jakob escorted Father Crowland back to his lodgings and then proceeded to his own. He unlocked the door with a small silver key he kept on him at all times, and pushed it open. The dwelling was reasonably small, but well-furnished, with a large bed and a few comfortable chairs placed around. Jakob didn't see the need for too many creature comforts, though, as he hardly ever spent any time in the apartment. He slumped into a chair, and lit a self-rolled cigarette. It was one of the earthly pleasures he saw no point in denying to himself, and he needed something to enjoy every now and then. He breathed in the noxious tobacco fumes and breathed them out slowly through his nose, savouring every moment of it. He had not enjoyed seeing David again. The only pleasure he really got out of it was seeing the other man's discomfort, matching his own. Sumerkalis had been a good member of the Brotherhood, back when he believed, a strong fighter, but he showed his weakness when he deserted them to join the Guild of Supernatural Defence. And it pained him to force himself into an alliance with the AVC as well. The very creatures he was hunting, now fighting by his side? It made him sick to his stomach. But Father Crowland had insisted it was the best course of action, and Whistler was not one to argue with the Brotherhood's Master. He stood up and took his jacket off, throwing it onto the back of the chair he had been sitting on. Keeping the cigarette in his mouth, he pulled his shoulder holster off and threw it down onto the bed. Clouds of smoke puffed around his head, and he flexed his neck, hearing the vertebrae crack in a couple of places. He grimaced, and pulled his shirt off, revealing his tattoos. His body was covered with them, each one as intricate as the last, but he had never told anyone what they each meant. He had never truly gotten close enough to someone to tell them. Jakob wandered into the bathroom, and, taking a long drag on his cigarette, flicked it through the open window. He opened the cabinet underneath the sink and pulled out a small syringe, full of green liquid. Tying a length of rubber tubing around his upper arm, he pierced the skin on the inside of his elbow with the tip of the needle, and unloaded the syringe into his bloodstream. His arm spasmed, muscles clenching and unclenching uncontrollably, and soon the spasming spread to his entire body. His arms lashed out, smashing the mirror, and he fell backwards into the bath, where the spasming calmed, and finally stopped. He gasped. The process never got easier. The substance he had just injected into himself was something developed by the scientists who has enhanced him physically. They had been encountering a problem with some of the subject, namely a strange kind of muscle degeneration. The substance that Jakob had to inject himself with occasionally was to help suppress the muscle degeneration, if it even existed within his body. He flexed his arm, and jumped out of the bath. He had never liked having injections very much, and this process really didn't help. He threw himself down on the bed and tried to get some sleep. [/size]

[b][size=1]"Father," [/size][/b][size=1]whispered Jakob, [b]"I need to talk to you before you make this decision." "Very well,"[/b] he whispered back, and then, to the rest of the group, [b]"Would you please excuse me for just a moment? I need to discuss something with my bodyguard." "Do as you must, Crowland, but please make haste with your decision," [/b]replied The Admiral. Jakob took a few paces back, and Crowland followed him. [b]"Do you really think it is wise to side ourselves with the GSD [i]and [/i]the AVC? Both factions are enemies of ours, how are we supposed to trust them?" [/b]asked Whistler quietly. [b]"Jakob, you know I welcome your opinions," [/b]replied Crowland, [b]"But do not oppose me on this decision. The Blood Brood are incredibly powerful and dangerous. I don't think we can beat them alone." "We have faced many threats in the past," [/b]snarled Jakob, [b]"And we have beaten back each and every one of them. How is this one any different?" "The Blood Brood are no ordinary vampires, Jakob. They are something more...something better. We have no chance of defeating them if we face them alone. We must accept this alliance, however uneasy it may be. That is all I have to say on the matter, so please do not contest me any further," [/b]said Crowland finally. He turned back and walked back to the group. Jakob followed. [b]"We can accept this offer," [/b]said Crowland, [b]"But on one condition. The Alliance of Vampiric Clansmen must promise that their forces will be directed against the Blood Brood and no other enemy. The same goes for the GSD. We cannot allow this deal to take place if both our allies are fighting amongst themselves." "The AVC will only be fighting the Blood Brood. We wish this threat to be taken care of as soon as possible, which requires our attention to be focused entirely on the Blood Brood," [/b]said Arch Duke Richilieu with a nod. [b]"And you already know the position of the GSD," [/b]said the Admiral, [b]"So do we have your co-operation in this matter?" "Indeed you do," [/b]said Crowland, [b]"You have the Lowendove Brotherhood's full co-operation until the Blood Brood is wiped out. That much I can promise." [/b]Jakob was smouldering at this decision, but he knew that what Crowland said was law among the Brotherhood. However much he didn't like it, he had to follow it. Now it just remained to be seen whether the Alliance of Vampiric Clansmen accepted the offer... [/size]

[center][u][font=Impact][size=3]Chapter 5: Bang, Bang, You're Dead[/size][/font][/u] [/center] [center] [size=1]Dust rose in clouds around Phil's boots as he stepped onto the hotel grounds. Masses of spectators had turned up to watch the event unfold, unaware that the hotel held possibly the second most important person in the world. The combed-over Ambassador was already there, having been choppered in himself, and he was ready to give Phil's team the go-ahead.[/size] [size=1][b]"What happened to you?"[/b] he asked, seeing the team walk towards their goal, battered and bloody from the explosion and the ensuing firefight.[/size] [size=1][b]"We ran into a little local trouble,"[/b] said Phil coldly.[/size] [size=1][b]"Are you fit to carry out this mission?"[/b] asked the Ambassador, [b]"I can't risk anything when the Vice President's life is in jeopardy."[/b][/size] [size=1]Phil turned around and grabbed the Ambassador by the scruff of the neck, hauling the small man closer to his face, whispering quietly but with malice.[/size] [size=1][b]"My team is fully capable of carrying out this mission. If you ever doubt their ability again, I will have you removed from your position, do you understand?"[/b] he said. He hated when people doubted his team's capability, especially people who were supposed to be on his side. The Ambassador nodded, believing that Phil was entirely capable of carrying out his threat, and Phil let go of his collar.[/size] [size=1][b]"Jamie, set yourself up where we discussed. Gavin, get round the back,"[/b] ordered Phil, switching into his leadership role. His team members nodded, and Jamie ran off, her rifle over her shoulder. Gavin jogged around to the back of the building, readying his Primacord for entry.[/size] [size=1][b]"Switch communications units on," [/b]said Phil, flicking the radio on his shoulder into the ready position and drawing his weapon. Crackles indicated that the other two had switched their comms on as well.[/size] [size=1][b]"You ready, Jamie?"[/b] Phil said quietly.[/size] [size=1][b]"Absolutely. I'm in position, I have a clear shot on all the exits," she replied, "We're good to go over here."[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"Gavin?"[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"Ready and waiting, sir,"[/b] replied Gavin, [b]"Just give the signal."[/b][/size] [size=1]Phil crouched by the front door, readying his flash grenades to roll into the building. He counted down from thirty in his head, getting ready for the explosions that were about to ensue.[/size] [size=1][i]Fifteen...[/i][/size] [size=1]He was ready for the mission, but he couldn't help the niggling feeling in the back of his head that told him something wasn't right. He tried to push it back and ignore it until the mission was over, but it kept scratching forward...[/size] [size=1][i]Eight...[/i][/size] [size=1]He took a deep breath, and covered his ears, waiting for the bang that accompanied a Primacord explosion...[/size] [size=1][i]Three.[/i][/size] [size=1][i]Two.[/i][/size] [size=1][i]One.[/i][/size] [size=1][b]"Now!" [/b]he shouted into his radio. A colossal explosion threatened to rip his eardums open, even with both hands covering them. He rolled the flash grenades through the sheet glass door, shattering it, and watching as the grenades rolled further into the hotel, frosty shards of glass falling to the floor around them.[/size] [size=1]Then the flash grenade explosion. A loud bang and a flash of blinding light, followed quickly by a second. That should have taken the terrorists inside by surprise. Phil rolled in through the door, his weapon raised. He looked around, his vision not impaired by the flash grenades, but he couldn't see any hostiles. There was no-one with a gun inside, no-one wearing a mask. It was clear of hostiles, but the hostages were still gathered together in a group in the middle of the floor.[/size] [size=1][b]"Gavin,"[/b] Phil shouted down his radio, [b]"Are you seeing any hostiles inside?"[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"That's a negative, captain,"[/b] replied Gavin, [b]"I'm counting a total of zero bad guys inside the building."[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"Jamie, has anyone left the building since we've been here?"[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"No-one I've seen, so, no,"[/b] said Jamie, [b]"No-one's come out, and only you and Gavin have gone in."[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"Where are they?"[/b] asked Phil, not really directing the question at anyone. He shook his head and ran over to the group of hostages on the floor, searcing through all of them until he found the Vice President.[/size] [size=1]She was a fairly young woman, old enough to have valuable life experiences, but still young enough to have a clear head. Her black hair was tied back into a ponytail, and her dark green eyes were bloodshot, showing that she had been crying a lot.[/size] [size=1][b]"Madam Vice President,"[/b] said Phil courteously, and as politely as possible considering the circumstances, [b]"Where are the terrorists? We haven't seen a single hostile inside or outside the building, but there must be someone around." [/b] The Vice President wiped her eyes and pointed to a whirring laptop computer on the front desk. Phil got up and went over to the laptop, and was met by Gavin.[/size] [size=1][b]"Have you found the Secretary of Defence yet?"[/b] asked Phil.[/size] [size=1][b]"Yeah, Secretary Desbreko is just over there," [/b]replied the Irishman, [b]"What about Vice President Dagger?"[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"She's safe enough. Pretty shaken up, but safe,"[/b] said Phil, [b]"And she said that the terrorists were using this computer for something."[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"That's correct,"[/b] said a gruff voice from the far side of the room. Phil and Gavin looked over, and saw a middle-aged, but still incredibly handsome man in a suit walking over to them, stumbling a little.[/size] [size=1][b]"Secretary Desbreko,"[/b] said Phil, [b]"What can you tell us about these terrorists?"[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"They're smart. Nothing like the terrorists we got back in my day, bunch of idiots walking round with bombs strapped to themselves. They haven't shown themselves here in person, for fear of being captured, but they've left this laptop here, and every so often it receives video messages. We can't save the messages on the computer, they're encrypted to destroy themselves if we try. But the general idea of the messages is that we are supposed to remain here in the lobby. If we try and escape then the building will be destroyed. They have bombs rigged up to every major powerline and foundation structure in the entire building. One of them goes off, this entire building is going to collapse,"[/b] said the Secretary of Defence.[/size] [size=1][b]"But they also said if anyone was to enter the building then it would be destroyed,"[/b] added the Vice President, getting up, having apparently composed herself a little by now, [b]"And someone has entered the building. In fact, two of you have. It seems that they were bluffing."[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"Hang on,"[/b] said Gavin, looking at the computer screen as it crackled into life, [b]"Looks like we've got another transmission."[/b][/size] [size=1]Sure enough, the screen crackled, and a clear image appeared, of a man in a black ski mask and sandy-coloured overalls. He held a gun in his hand.[/size] [size=1][b]"We have seen that two government agents have entered the building,"[/b] he said, and Phil tried immediately to pinpoint his accent. It wasn't Middle Eastern, it was something different...[/size] [size=1][b]"If we see any kind of attempt by these government officers to evacuate the building, we will detonate the bombs. Likewise, if we see any more agents enter the building, we will be forced to destroy the hotel. Please do not think that we are bluffing. We are deadly serious. You have two hours."[/b] And with that, the transmission ended.[/size] [size=1]"Two hours for what?" asked Phil.[/size] [size=1][b]"When I said these terrorists were smart, I did miss out one vital piece of information,"[/b] said Desbreko, [b]"They don't know who the Vice President is. I think they plan to take her and execute her on a live broadcast, but they must be working from higher orders. They don't actually know what she looks like, perhaps a fuzzy headshot of her has been circulating, but they've given us two hours to hand her over. We've been waiting for you guys to turn up, and maybe you can help us."[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"I think we can,"[/b] said Phil, [b]"They don't seem to know about Jamie. She's very much our ace in the hole for this one. If we can ascertain the location of the terrorists, then we can send her in to dispatch them. That way, the bombs can't be detonated."[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"How can we find out where they are?"[/b] asked the Vice President.[/size] [size=1][b]"Well, they've got to be close by,"[/b] said Gavin, [b]"To transmit a signal as swiftly as that either requires a great deal of expensive technology, which I don't believe they have in their possession, or a computer fairly close to the one receiving the signal, allowing a wireless connection to be set up. All we need to do is find somewhere close by transmitting a signal and bingo, there are your terrorists."[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"Jamie can do that from her PDA,"[/b] said Phil, [b]"I'll get in contact with her."[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"No need, [i]el capitano[/i],"[/b] came a crackly voice from Phil's radio, [b]"I was listening in on the whole conversation, and I've already set up a trace. It should be done in a minute or two."[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"Will you be able to take them all out on your own? We have no way of telling how many there are,"[/b] said Phil, slightly concerned for his team member's safety.[/size] [size=1][b]"I'm a big girl, sir, I think I can handle myself,"[/b] she said, [b]"Aha! We have a signal. It's about three hundred metres west of my current location. It's in a valley, so I should be able to get reasonable coverage of the area. I'll be right back."[/b] The radio went dead.[/size] [size=1][b]"I hope she's as good as she makes out,"[/b] said Desbreko, loosening his tie a little.[/size] [size=1][b]"Oh, she's better,"[/b] replied Phil with a smile...[/size] [size=1]---[/size] [size=1]Jamie crawled up into the midst of a rocky outcrop overlooking the bunker that the terrorists were transmitting the signal from. She saw the bunker, a small building, maybe 100 square feet, with two guards outside the door, armed with Kalashnikovs. Jamie lowered her rifle's sight, and aimed squarely in the first guard's head. She unscrewed the suppressor. She was trying to lure them out of the bunker, so she needed to be as noisy as possible.[/size] [size=1]She rested the rifle into the crook of her arm and rested her head on it, staring through the sight at her target, ensuring that she didn't blink once. Her finger rested on the trigger, and she waited until the moment was exactly right, and...[/size] [size=1]BLAM! A quick squeeze of the trigger and the man's brains were splattered all over his partner, the door of the bunker opening, and three more men coming out, looking around desperately to find the shooter. Jamie laughed as she cocked the rifle, and fired again, knocking two men off their feet with a single shot. Another shot took the final man out, and she leapt off the outcrop, her rifle left behind, a pistol in her hand. She needed to do the clean-up.[/size] [size=1]She swung round into the building, her gun aimed at the darkness. There was no movement, but you could never tell with these types of terrorists. She flicked the light on, and saw three terrorists, laying bloodied all over the consoles. Stray Kalashnikov fire from the other guards, Jamie guessed. So maybe they weren't as good as she had imagined. She holstered her pistol, and began searching the bodies for the detonator...[/size] [size=1]---[/size] [size=1]Ten minutes had passed, and still no word from Jamie. Phil closed his eyes and took a deep breath, hoping that she was ok.[/size] [size=1][b]"She'll be fine, captain,"[/b] said Gavin, [b]"We've made it out of far worse scrapes before without losing a man. And Jamie's too good to be taken down by a bunch of wannabe bombers, you know that."[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"I know, Gavin,"[/b] said Phil quietly, deciding that instead of worrying about Jamie, he would look back on the mission, try and find anything out that went wrong.[/size] [size=1][b]"Incoming,"[/b] said Desbreko, looking at the computer as the screen crackled into life.[/size] [size=1][b]"Evenin', fellas,"[/b] said Jamie jauntily, her face appearing on the screen, a silver detonator in her hand, [b]"Looks like we've wrapped another one up quite nicely!"[/b][/size] [size=1]---[/size] [size=1]Inside the darkened room, the only light was from the number of computer and TV screens that were mounted on the far wall. The pale electric glow cast eery shadows across the room, and the man who sat in the centre of it.[/size] [size=1][b]"So, Agent Blayze has passed the first test. It remains to be seen whether he will survive much longer,"[/b] the man whispered, getting to his feet and crossing to the wall of TV screens. He watched the image of the government agent in Tehran, and smiled.[/size] [size=1][b]"I believe it's time to send in Angelo Mortis,"[/b] he said, flicking the bluetooth headset lodged in his left ear into activation.[/size] [size=1][b]"Send Mortis to meet the Agents at the airport,"[/b] said the man into his headest, [b]"It's time we give Agent Blayze a little more of a challenge."[/b][/size] [/center] [center][size=1]--- A nicely action-packed chapter for you this time around. Chapter Six is coming soon. [/size][/center]

[size=1]Father Whistler looked up at the sky. It was completely clear, the stars shining brightly, no clouds to block their light. Jakob smiled. [i]Shame, [/i]he thought, [i]Clandestine meeting of three supernatural powers, it should be raining. And we should all be wearing trenchcoats. [/i][b]"Father Crowland," [/b]he said, beckoning to the Brotherhood's 18th Master, who rushed over to his side, [b]"The leader of the GSD is already here. We just await the Archduke Richilieu of the AVC. Shall we enter now or wait until Richilieu is here?" "No, Jakob, we will enter now," [/b]replied Crowland, placing a hand on Jakob's shoulder, [b]"We do not want them to assume we are paranoid about the Alliance." "But, sir, we are paranoid about vampires." "That may be true, but we don't want to show the fact. We need all the help we can get, even if it is from the Alliance. Please, Jakob, don't let your personal vendetta against vampirekind lead you to do anything rash while we are inside." [/b]Everyone in the Brotherhood knew what had happened to Jakob's foster father, and everyone knew that was what made him such a great vampire hunter. But then, everyone in the Brotherhood had something that drove them, some kind of motivation to fight against the vampires. Jakob's was one of the more personal types of motivation. [b]"We should enter from the opposite side of the building to the Guild members. It can be seen as a sign of courtesy," [/b]said Jakob, and Crowland nodded. [b]"We need to do everything we can to keep these people on our side," [/b]the Master replied. They pair of them walked around to the other side of the building, where Jakob found a maintenence entrance, something that would take them directly through to the main hall of the building. Jakob watched as the tall, powerful man strode into the building. The suit he was currently wearing did no justice to the power that lay underneath it. Crowland may have been nearing his mid-fifties, but he was as fine a physical specimen as any member of the Brotherhood, enhanced members aside. Whistler opened his jacket to check his weapons were still there, which, of course, they were. He would, however, probably be expected to drop his weapons onto the floor the moment the meeting started. Both the GSD and the AVC knew that the Brotherhood only had a problem with vampires, which was good for the Guild, but bad for the Alliance. So, weapons would be shown and removed as a sign of courtesy to every side. He followed his master, one hand on a knife at all times. You could never be too careful with the Alliance. As they entered the room, there were already two people inside, standing in the darkness, waiting... [/size]

[size=1]Alrighty then, my name is Philip Richard Boothman (but if you ever call me Philip then I will be forced to brain you), so let's see what it means, using Shinmaru's thingymajiggy for names: [b]Philip: [/b]From the Greek name [i][url="http://www.behindthename.com/support/transcribe.php?type=GR&target=P%5Eilippos"]Φιλιππος[/url] (Philippos)[/i] which means "friend of horses", composed of the elements [i][url="http://www.behindthename.com/support/transcribe.php?type=GR&target=p%5Eilos"]φιλος[/url] (philos)[/i][i][url="http://www.behindthename.com/support/transcribe.php?type=GR&target=%27ippos"]?ιππος[/url] (Hippos)[/i] "horse". Saint Philip was an apostle in the New Testament. This was also the name of an early figure in the Christian church spoken of in Acts in the New Testament. The name was borne by five kings of Spain, six kings of France, and five kings of Macedon, including Philip II the father of Alexander the Great. [b]Richard: [/b] Means "brave power", derived from the Germanic elements [i]ric[/i] "power, rule" and [i]hard[/i] "brave, hardy". The Normans introduced this name to Britain. It was borne by three kings of England including Richard the Lionheart, leader of the Third Crusade in the 12th century. Two German opera composers, Richard Wagner and Richard Strauss, have also had this name.[/size] [size=1] And [b]Boothman [/b]was not found in the database apparently. So my name means Brave Horse Friend. Interesting... [/size]

[b][size=1]"Oh no," [/size][/b][size=1]groaned KoKabuterimon, [b]"I can't handle Devidramon right now. In fact, I don't think I can handle him at all." [/b]The little beetle-person waddled off into the bushes, whimpering a little. Alex looked to the devil dragon Digimon in front of him, then to his own Digimon in the bushes. [b]"I'll be right back, guys," [/b]he shouted above the noise of Devidramon slashing the air in front of itself with it's sharp, red claws. Alex disappeared into the bushes after his partner Digimon, trying to find him to comfort him. [b]"KoKabuterimon," [/b]he said, approaching the Digimon, [b]"You seem to be a powerful fighter, and I can't make you use your power if you don't want to. I used to be like you. I'm a strong guy, I used to use my strength to get what I wanted from others. But a good man told me that it was wrong to do that. He told me the right way to use my strength is to protect the people I care about. Now, I haven't known these others for long, but I would already consider them my friends. I don't know about you, but I would do anything to protect someone I called my friend. So, are you ready to do what is right with your strength?" [/b]KoKabuterimon looked up at Alex, and made some kind of odd motion with his mandibles, that Alex supposed was probably a smile. [/size][b][size=1]"I'm ready," [/size][/b][size=1]he said with a nod. He rushed out of the bushes back into the clearing where Devidramon had attacked.[/size] [b][size=1]"Crimson Nail!" [/size][/b][size=1]the Digimon hissed, slashing at Falcomon, the bird Digimon that was partnered with the girl called Ayana. The Digimon fell from the sky, falling towards the ground, which she would hit at an alarming speed. But KoKabuterimon was there, right underneath her, and he caught the bird Digimon in his arms, settling her down on the ground. [b]"Alright, you big bully," [/b]he said to Devidramon, building up his courage even though the dark Digimon was towering over him, [b]"It's time you got a taste of your own medicine." [/b]He looked towards the devil dragon, and raised his arms, aiming them at the Digimon that was attacking his new friends. His eyes narrowed, and he shouted: [b]"Beetle Lariat!" [/b]Sharp barbs fired from KoKabuterimon's forearms, flying towards Devidramon and slamming into his arms. He cried out in pain, rearing up, and Tristan shouted: [b]"Come on, Flamon! You can help him!" [/b]The Digimon looked and smiled, before turning to face Devidramon. [b]"Flame Toss!" [/b]he shouted, gathering a small blaze into his hands, and hurling it at Devidramon's exposed underbelly, the flames smashing into the evil Digimon, knocking it onto it's back. [b]"Haha!" [/b]laughed Tristan, [b]"Take that, you big weirdo! We sure showed him, huh guys?" "Um, Tristan," [/b]said Mike calmly, [b]"I don't think it's over, somehow." [/b]He was right. The devil dragon was getting back to it's feet, hurt but apparently unhindered by the small Digimon attacks. But it was angry now. [b]"I guess we're going to need more than that to beat it," [/b]sighed KoKabuterimon... [/size]

[size=1]Thanks for the comments, indifference, they are much appreciated. First of all, that conversation was supposed to be set out like that, but something happened in the Copy/Paste from NotePad onto here, I must have lost all the spacings and didn't notice it when proofreading. It's fixed now. And the other matter was not a typo, it was a continuation of the same sentence, just with a section showing what Will was doing at the time. Put together, the sentence would read: [/size][center][size=1][b]"and one of them is Agent Revelation, the agent that had the confiscated terrorist weapon in her possession."[/b][/size] [/center] [size=1]I guess the way I typed it out did seem a little confusing. Anyway, thanks for the CC, it should all be sorted now. Chapter 5 is on it's way. EDIT - Just thought you might want a cast list put in, so here it is: Phil/Agent Blayze - Blayze Jamie - Ezekiel Gavin - Gavin The Director - ? Agent Revelation - Revelation Sandy - Sandy Will - Jokopoko There will be a few more where that came from, I'm thinking. [/size]

[center][u][font=Impact][size=3]Chapter 4: Consequences[/size][/font][/u] [size=1]Will was a tech junkie. Whenever there was a flashy new piece of technology on the market, he was always one of the first to swoop in and pick it up, meaning that at his apartment, the shelves were cluttered with techno-junk, both stuff that had just come onto the market, and stuff that had expired from use a long time ago.[/size] [size=1]His desk at the agency's head office was in a similar state. Random pieces of technology, music players, laser-discs, recorders and pieces of completely useless junk, such as an electronic breath tester and a rotating hairbrush lay scattered around his desk, surrounding the computer that he used to actually do work.[/size] [size=1]He stretched out, and heard his back click in several places. He grimaced, and sat back down in his chair. The metal chairs they supplied you with at this office were no good for posture. He yawned and ran a hand through his thick black hair, pushing the spikes even higher int the air. He had been working for forty-two straight hours by this time, and he was feeling it in his body. Fatigue was running through his bones and muscles, and his eyes stung from looking at a computer screen for far too long.[/size] [size=1]As he pushed his thick-rimmed square glasses back onto his nose, he saw something flashing orange on his computer screen. He blinked a few times and leaned in for a closer look.[/size] [size=1][b]"Oh, no, no, no!"[/b] he cried, tapping desperately at the keyboard, [b]"This cannot be happening!"[/b][/size] [size=1]He wrenched the phone from its cradle and dialled through to the Director's office. Being such a wizard with computers meant that he had a direct line through to the Director, at all times. It also meant that he could address her however he liked, as she daren't get rid of him. He had practically invented the agency's firewall system, and rigged it so that no-one other than him would really know how it worked. Getting rid of him would be like shutting down the computer mainframe for good.[/size] [size=1][b]"Director!"[/b] he shouted as she picked up, [b]"You need to come to my station straight away! We have a situation!"[/b] He slammed the phone back down onto the hook, and pulled a strawberry-flavoured liquorice whip from a jar on his desk, and began chewing on it nervously.[/size] [size=1]A few moments later, Will heard the click of the Director's shoes on the metal stairs.[/size] [size=1][b]"What is it, Will?"[/b] she asked calmly as she came over.[/size] [size=1][b]"We have two agents just gone completely off-line," [/b]he said, chewing furiously on the end of the liquorice whip, [b]"They must have found their implants and removed them. They've gone AWOL in the city, and one of them..."[/b] he tapped on the keyboard, and a personal agent profile appeared on-screen, [b]"Is Agent Revelation, the agent that had the confiscated terrorist weapon in her possession."[/b][/size][size=1][b] "Jesus,"[/b] said the Director, [b]"Are you trying to tell me that Revelation has gone rogue?" [/b][/size][size=1][b]"Looks like,"[/b] said Will, [b]"And she took another agent with her. Sandy, I believe it was." [/b][/size][size=1][b]"So we have a rogue agent, possibly with an accomplice, on the loose in the city with an extremely dangerous weapon in her possession? Where's Agent Jones?"[/b] asked the Director, standing up straight.[/size] [size=1][b]"She's still in the warehouse. Vital signs are a little shaky, so I'd say she's been knocked unconscious,"[/b] said Will, [b]"I'd suggest sending a clean-up team in to get her out. They can try and find some traces of the other two while they're at it."[/b] But the Director had already walked away, picking her phone out of her pocket and dialling a number.[/size] [size=1][b]"The computer genius is never appreciated,"[/b] sighed Will, picking another liquorice whip from the jar.[/size] [size=1][b]"We need a clean-up team to Warehouse 51 on the West Side, immediately. We may have rogue agents, so expect armed resistance. Pick up Agent Jones and then find Agents Revelation and Sandy. You may use force, but do not, I repeat do not kill them. I need them brought in for questioning. Do you understand? Good." [/b] She hung up and walked back over to Will.[/size] [size=1][b]"Will, give me the low-down on Phil's mission,"[/b] she said, rather forcefully.[/size] [size=1][b]"That's the other thing I was going to tell you. We just lost contact with them as well. They were just outside the hotel area and their comms went completely dead. I don't know how it happened,"[/b] said Will, feeling a little guilty.[/size] [size=1]The Director rubbed her temples with her palms. This day was not going well.[/size] [size=1][b]"Can you bring up satellite feeds over Tehran for that time?"[/b] she asked, and Will tapped a few keys, bringing up an infra-red satellite feed.[/size] [size=1]The Director watched as the the truck headed towards the hotel. Nothing seemed to be going wrong, but then, out of nowhere, the truck stopped. A flash of light indicated that a shot had been fired, and then the bigger flash of light showed that the truck had been hit with some kind of heavy explosive, an RPG or something similar.[/size] [size=1][b]"Oh my God,"[/b] whispered the Director, [b]"What the hell happened?"[/b][/size] [size=1][b]"Terrorist splinter group,"[/b] said Will, not taking his eyes off the screen,[b] "They were probably just looking to strip the truck for parts, anything they could sell." [/b] His fist clenched around the mouse. Three of his good friends had been inside that truck, and now, as far as they knew, all of them were dead, thanks to a bunch of terrorists just looking for a few mechanical parts to sell on the black market.[/size] [size=1][b]"I can order in air support,"[/b] he said quietly, [b]"An air strike to blow these arseholes to pieces."[/b][/size][size=1][b]"No, Will,"[/b] said the Director, spinning him round to face him, [b]"I know that Phil and the others were your friends, but they could still be alive. An air strike would destroy everything, leaving them no chance of survival. You don't want to be responsible for this mission's total failure, do you?"[/b] Will shook his head, [b]"Then we need to send in back-up. Have we got any field teams operational?"[/b][/size][size=1][b]"Not at the moment. You just sent the last one to find Revelation, we're all out,"[/b] said Will, [b]"We can prep another team, but it's going to take a little while."[/b][/size][size=1][b]"That's time we don't have,"[/b] said the Director, rubbing her eyes, [b]"Can we send in an Army helicopter?"[/b][/size][size=1][b]"We could, but the Army aren't as well-trained as our guys. They could jeopardise the mission, and we can't afford to take any risks when the Vice President is involved.[/b]"[/size] [size=1][b]"Well, we're just going to have to prep a back-up team. But do it quickly. Activate a few sleeper agents, we can get them in to work for us quickly,"[/b] said the Director, and Will knew enough not to argue with her. He began the process of activating a number of sleeper cells across the city, leaving the Director to make her way back upstairs to her office.[/size] [size=1]She sat down in the chair, and leant back, closing her eyes. None of her missions were going well. This was just the excuse the government needed to close down the agency.[/size] [size=1]She opened the cabinet underneath her desk and pulled out a bottle of vodka, and, after pouring herself a glass, she drained the clear liquor in one, the alcohol burning her throat. She shuddered, and took another glass, and another...[/size] [size=1]---[/size] [center][u][size=1]Tehran[/size][/u] [/center] [size=1]The terrorists were getting ready to strip the truck, starting with the engine block. A number of them were equipped with oxy-acetalyne torches to separate the engine parts from the rest of the truck, and others were holding bolt cutters and other such equipment.[/size] [size=1][b]"Search the back,"[/b] commanded the leader, [b]"See if there are any weapons left in there. We need to salvage everything we can from here."[/b][/size] [size=1]A group of three terrorists wrenched open the back door of the truck, at one point having to use the torches to burn away a section of the metal that had fused the door shut. They eventually pulled the doors open and looked inside, seeing the dark interior of a US Army truck.[/size] [size=1]A sudden flash of light blinded the terrorists, except one who was thrown back to the floor, a bullethole directly between his eyes, blood pouring out from the wound.[/size] [size=1]"What the hell?" shouted one of his team-mates, before being riddled with holes, completely silently, and falling to the floor. He coughed away his last breath, a trickle of blood running from the corner of his mouth.[/size] [size=1]Three people emerged from the back of the truck, bloodied and bruised, but still very much alive. Two of them held supressed sub-machine guns, the third held a pair of pistols. The terrorists panicked and drew their own weapons, but they were soon gunned down by the superior gunmen.[/size] [size=1][b]"Kill them, you idiots!"[/b] shouted the leader to the men working on getting the engine block free, and they turned and drew guns from inside their coats. They fired at the soldiers, who ducked back behind the burnt-out husk of the truck, then darted out, guns blazing, tearing ragged holes in the terrorist's torsos.[/size] [size=1]The leader drew an AK-47, a popular weapon among Middle Eastern terrorists, and aimed at the three soldiers, but was taken down by a bullet to the leg. The leader of the soldiers walked calmly up to him, bleeding from the head and leg, and looked down on him. The leader spat on the ground.[/size] [size=1][b]"Go ahead and kill me!"[/b] he shouted, spittle flying from his mouth and blood gushing from his leg.[/size] [size=1][b]"Alright then,"[/b] the soldier said calmly, aiming his pistol at the leader's head. He fired off a shot, blowing the terrorist's brains out, splattering blood all over the dusty ground.[/size] [size=1]Phil turned around to his colleagues, who were both injured from the blast, but mostly healthy. He smiled, and indicated for Jamie to get her rifle from the remains of the truck. They would be walking the rest of the way to the hotel.[/size] [size=1]---[/size] [u][size=1]Warehouse 51[/size][/u] [size=1]Ozy sat up, her head pounding, and her torso stinging from the bullets. The kevlar on her chest had saved her life, but she was going to be bruised in the morning. She looked around the floor of the warehouse. Revelation and Sandy had taken her weapons, except one.[/size] [size=1]Her sub-machine gun lay on the floor a few feet away from her. She picked it up, and checked the magazine. But there wasn't one in there. Revelation must have emptied it before she escaped. She was good.[/size] [size=1]But Ozy had been an agent much longer than either of them, and she was damned if she was going to let them escape. She knew by instinct that Revelation would immediately take them both to a safehouse, and there were only a few in the area. She would just have to check them each one by one.[/size] [size=1]But first she needed a weapon, and there was only one place she could get one.[/size] [size=1]Revelation and Sandy were becoming unnecessary annoyances...[/size] [/center] [center][size=1]--- Quite a talky chapter for you this time. I'm not so keen on the end of the chapter myself, so I may end up rewriting it eventually. As I said before, I am really glad that everyone's enjoying this so much, I hope I can keep it up to your standards. [/size][/center]

[center][u][font=Impact][size=3]Chapter Three: Old Memories [/size][/font][/u][font=Impact][size=3][font=Verdana][size=1]Phil shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He had always hated aeroplanes, and even being in first class with the extra legroom and stewards catering to your every whim and desire didn't help much. He sipped at his glass of iced water, and tried to settle down to get some sleep. The briefing had been mercifully short, but still tedious. It was a general hostage situation, an in and out job, securing the hostages and taking out the terrorists without endangering the hostages. But it was especially important in this situation. They couldn't risk accidentally killing the Vice President or the Secretary of Defense. The other members of the team seemed content to do without any sleep. Jamie was watching the screen in the back of the headrest in front of her, showing some cartoon or other, and Gavin was sat on the other side of him, trying to build a house of cards on the fold-out table with one hand while eating aeroplane peanuts with the other, and he was doing a pretty good job as well. The journey thus far had been relatively pain-free, a small spot of turbulence over the North Atlantic rocking the plane a little, annihilating one of the previous incarnations of Gavin's house of cards, but other than that, there had been nothing to report. Phil rearranged the complex system of cushions he had set up behind his head and settled down to try and sleep for an hour or so. --- [b]"Freeze,"[/b] said the voice behind Sandy, [b]"Get on your feet and drop your weapon." [/b] Sandy placed his gun on the ground and stood up slowly. He turned round to see his assailant, and saw someone he recognised. [b] "Sandy! I can't believe it's you!"[/b] yelled Revelation, dropping the gun and wrapping her sinewy arms around him, knocking the air from his lungs. Her dark hair was shimmering in the pale moonlight that was streaming in through the murky windows of the warehouse, and her dakr eyes were welling up with tears. [b]"Revelation,"[/b] he gasped, [b]"You can put me down now..."[/b] She released her death-grip on him and placed him back on his feet. [b]"Are you alone?"[/b] she asked, [b]"Is anyone else with you?"[/b] A metallic click sounded behind Revelation, and she raised her hands in the air. [b]"Get down on the ground, Revelation," [/b]said Agent Jones coldly, [b]"And place your hands behind your head. Don't try to move."[/b] Revelation dropped to the ground, placing her hands behind her head as Agent Jones had told her to. Jones knelt down next to her and searched her body for other weapons. She came back with the can of mace she had used earlier and a small dagger tucked into her boot. Jones threw them across the floor, safely away from any threat. [b]"Agent Jones, what are you doing?"[/b] asked Sandy, a little confused, [b]"It's Revelation. We were looking for her, and we found her. Can't we just take her back to the Anthology?" [/b] [b]"She's been missing for twelve hours, Sandy,"[/b] replied Jones, [b]"There's a burned-out car right near this warehouse, with a body in it, the body of one of our agents. And she is in possession of a weapons-grade viral strain that could wipe out half of the world if released. Now help me get Revelation to the truck."[/b] Sandy knelt down and took the handcuffs out of his belt, ready to clip them on to Revelation's wrists. But then he stopped. [b]"Hang on,"[/b] he said, thinking back on the conversation that had run through them a moment ago, [b]"How did you know it was a viral strain? We haven't analysed the sample yet. We haven't even got it back to the lab." [/b] [b]"What?"[/b] asked Agent Jones, dismissing it as a passing comment and continuing her frisking of Revelation, trying to find the phial. [b] "How do you know it's a viral strain? Ozy?"[/b] he asked, using his field commander's first name instead of her title, [b]"How did you know?"[/b] By this point he had gotten to his feet, and his hand was creeping towards his gun. [b]"I wouldn't go for your weapon, Sandy,"[/b] said Ozy, getting to her feet, [b]"I'm far more experienced that you, and I could kill you before you managed to get a shot off. You don't stand a chance."[/b] The senior agent advanced on Sandy, her own hand creeping to her weapon. [b]"What are you talking about, Ozy?"[/b] asked Sandy, [b]"Why would you want to kill me?"[/b] [b]"I don't want to kill you, Sandy, you've been a good friend, and you're a damn good agent, but I might find myself in a position where I have no other alternative. There are a lot of people who have worked extremely hard for this plan to come off without a hitch, and I'm not about to ruin all their good work because of one junior field agent,"[/b] said Ozy, her gun now in her hand. [b]"What plan?"[/b] asked Sandy, becoming thoroughly confused, [b]"Ozy, what are you talking about?" "She's working for someone else, Sandy,"[/b] said Revelation, getting slowly to her feet, [b]"She's a mole, a traitor." [/b] [b]"Don't call me a traitor!"[/b] shouted Ozy, spinning around to train her weapon on Revelation, [b]"I am anything but a traitor! I am a Patriot! Everything I am doing is for this country and this country alone! Do not assume that I am doing this for my own personal benefit!" "Oh, I'm not assuming anything,"[/b] said Revelation, [b]"I've known you for a long time, now, Ozy. You would never do anything like this unless it was for a cause that you saw was just. You believe what you are doing is right, otherwise you wouldn't be doing it. Well, Miss Jones, you're wrong. You're wrong about your plan, you're wrong about the people you work for, and, oh yes, you're wrong about Sandy. You couldn't kill him before he got a shot off."[/b] [b]"What?!"[/b] cried Ozy, whirling around to meet the muzzle of Sandy's gun, which fired off three shots in quick succession, all three bullets smashing into Ozy's chest, throwing her to the ground. Sandy lowered the gun, and fell to his knees, tears running from his eyes. [b]"Holy shit! I've killed someone,"[/b] he gasped, [b]"She was my friend, and I killed her!"[/b] [b]"You didn't kill her, Sandy, she's wearing full body armour. The impact of the bullet knocked her unconscious, but she'll be alright in an hour or so,"[/b] said Revelation, removing the gun from Ozy's holster and placing it in her own belt, [b]"But for now I'd say it's a good idea if we lay low. We've just incapacitated a government agent, and I have a phial of an extremely dangerous viral strain in my possession. Those things put together can't look good to any government agency out there." [/b] She took Ozy's other weapons, removed the magazines, and placed them back on the floor, before taking out her own set of handcuffs and clipping Ozy's wrists together. [b] "Where can we go that the agency won't find us?" [/b]asked Sandy, getting to his feet and wiping the tears from his eyes, a little embarassed that he'd been so stupid as to think Ozy wasn't wearing body armour. [b]"I know a couple of safe-houses that the agency don't know about. We can hide out in one of them for a few hours, there should be one fairly close. Are you wearing civilian clothes under that?"[/b] Revelation asked, pointing to Sandy's black combat suit. He nodded, and stripped down to reveal a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans. [b]"Grab what you need from your own effects, and take a couple of weapons, but keep them hidden, and then we need to get out of here. The agency have probably been alerted about us by now,"[/b] said Revelation. Sandy picked up the shoulder-bag that held his computer, and thrust his weapons deep into the recesses of it. He then picked up Ozy's combat knife and secondary handgun and shoved them in as well. He nodded, and the pair of them headed out onto the street to find a vehicle. --- The plane touched down on the landing strip in western Tehran, and Phil and his team were out almost immediately, heading over to the American Ambassador in Iran at the time. He was a middle-aged man, his baldness indiscreetly hidden by an extraordinarily bad comb-over, his suit covered by a black flak jacket. [b]"It's good to meet you, Ambassador, I'm Field Commander Blayze. Can you inform me of the situation as it stands now?"[/b] Phil shouted over the roar of the plane's jet engines winding down. [b]"Well, the terrorists have taken the hotel, as you know, but in the last hour, they took one of the Vice President's Aides out into the street and shot him in the head on international television,"[/b] said the Ambassador quite calmly. [b]"Are their identities concealed? Are they wearing masks?"[/b] asked Phil, readying his team to be inserted into the area. [b]"Yes, and they haven't taken them off yet, even for a second." "Alright. So they're not complete amateurs. But they've made some fundamental mistakes. The hotel they have taken the hostages in has too many entrances, at the lobby level at least. There are two doors at the back, one at the front. We can also get in through the upper floor windows and make our way down to them," [/b]the Ambassador handed Phil a portable computer screen, and he pointed out the locations of the entrances on the hotel blueprints,[b] "If we can position Jamie here,"[/b] he pointed to a building opposite the hotel, with a good view of the hotel itself, [b]"Then she can get a clear shot at the terrorists if they exit the building at any exit. Gavin can go in through the back, blasting the door off with Primacord plastic explosives. Flash grenades thrown in, disorient the terrorists. There are at least three inside the lobby, possibly two more situated in other areas of the ground floor. If we disorient them with flash grenades from the back, I can go in the front and take out as many as I can, while they still don't know their arse from their elbow. Simple but effective."[/b] [b]"It sounds like a solid enough plan. We have some information on the terrorists..."[/b] started the Ambassador, but Phil cut him off with a raised hand. [b]"That can wait until after the mission, Ambassador. Right now all we need to be concerned with is getting in and out without letting the Vice President be harmed,"[/b] he said. He signalled to Jamie and Gavin to move out. They were getting an armoured truck to the hotel, which was about a quarter of an hour's drive away. The three of them piled into the back of the truck, Jamie's rifle taking up a fair amount of space. [b]"Is there any way we could...not have a large, high-calibre rifle sticking in our faces for the duration of this journey?"[/b] asked Gavin sarcastically. [b]"Well, you could, but that'd be like me asking you to leave your leg behind. This rifle is a part of me, alright?"[/b] replied Jamie scathingly. Phil smiled. Jamie was right, the rifle was an integral part of the mission, but it did take up a lot of room. It was a heavily modified US Navy Mark 12 Special Purpose Rifle, commonly used by the US Navy, but this one was much lighter, easier to use while moving, and was equipped with a heat-sensor capable telescopic zoom and laser sight. The bipod folded out from the bottom of the barrel. Phil looked at it, and as a soldier, he saw it as a thing of beauty. Soon enough, the truck screeched to a halt, and this told Phil that they had reached the hotel. He reached forward and knocked on the driver's plate glass window. The driver shook his head, indicating that something was wrong. They weren't at the hotel yet. But why had they stopped? Phil rapped on the glass again, but at that moment a bullet shattered the windscreen of the truck, drilling a hole right through the centre of the driver's forehead. Blood splattered all over the plate glass, and Phil flinched. They must have been stopped by some faction of terrorists, searching to strip the vehicle down for parts and kill everyone inside. These were the most dangerous sort of terrorists in Phil's experience. They didn't have an overall goal, just to create as much havoc as they could, both on the national and the international field. [b]"What's going on?"[/b] asked Jamie, looking around nervously. [b]"We've been stopped by some kind of terrorist border patrol. They're going to try and crack the back door open any minute now,"[/b] said Phil, [b]"So get ready."[/b] He drew his sub-machine gun and waited, indicating for the others to draw their small arms as well... --- [b]"Fire,"[/b] said the leader of the terrorist group, a man dressed in sand-coloured clothes, giving him a fair amount of camouflage against the terrain here. One of the others nodded, and raised a heavy weapon onto his shoulder, aiming at the truck and firing. A single rocket-propelled grenade flew from the end of the barrel, roaring towards the underside of the truck, striking it and detonating, throwing the truck twenty feet into the air, in a ball of bright orange flame, smoke billowing from the petrol tank as the fuel inside ignited. The leader of the group watched as the truck smashed back onto the ground, and smiled through his thick beard. No-one could have survived that kind of onslaught... [/size][/font] [font=Verdana][size=1]--- There's chapter three for you. Gavin and Ikillion, you were both right. This piece of fiction is based on both The Prometheus Deception by Robert Ludlum and also on 24, with just a dash of Tom Clancy thrown in. [/size][/font][/size][/font][/center]

[center][size=1][b][u]Name:[/u] [/b]Father Jakob Whistler [b][u]Gender:[/u] [/b]Male [b][u]Age:[/u][/b] 77 (looks to be around his mid-forties) [b][u]Race:[/u] [/b]Enhanced Human [b][u]Alliance:[/u] [/b]Forever and always dedicated to the cause of the [b]Lowendove Brotherhood[/b] [b][u]Physical Description:[/u] [/b][u][url="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/LindseyMcDonald.jpg"]Here[/url][/u] - Jakob is well-built, with long dark hair and dark eyes, full of what some people call passion and others call insanity. His body is laced with religious tattoos, marking his intense religious beliefs. Generally he wears a black leather jacket, covering a white, v-neck t-shirt. Black trousers and whatever shoes are comfortable and practical for his extensive use are donned on his lower body. [b][u]Weapons:[/u] [/b]Jakob has become extremely proficient at many fighting styles, but he carries weapons that favour a few of his. [url="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e3/Desert-Eagle-chrome-p1030142.jpg"][u]Twin Desert Eagle handguns[/u][/url]: The favourite of any hard-hitting pistolier, Jakob likes his handguns to have a little bit of a kick to them. He carries both of these guns in shoulder holsters underneath his jacket to hide them from the authorities on any day-hunts that might come about, and he loads them with a number of different types of ammo: [i]Solid Silver Bullets - [/i]The must-have ammo of any vampire hunter, these bullets will turn a vampire to dust with a single shot, if the silver enters the bloodstream. If not, a couple of extra shots should do the trick. [i]Exploding Rounds - [/i]These rounds are slightly more expensive, and thus they are harder to come across. They are made of a special kind of alloy which shatters easily, and the bullets are packed with silver shavings, white oak, and holy water, all things to kill a vampire with the largest amount of pain possible. They are specially built so that they will explode upon entering the body of any vampire they hit. These bullets can blow a vampire apart from the inside, frying them completely. [u][url="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b16/Blayze54/mr400870.jpg"]Silver-Coated Daggers:[/url][/u] Jakob also carries a number of silver-coated [i]kharoll [/i]daggers around with him, strapped to any available part of his body, legs, arms etc. He can use these to either slash his enemies apart, stab them, or to throw at the vampires. The silver these daggers are coated in will burn the flesh of any vampire, but they will not cause him/her to disintegrate, they will only cause pain. [url="http://euston.ohsu.edu/physpharm/faculty/PKCore/Syringes.jpg"][u]Syringes:[/u][/url] A strange weapon by any stretch of the imagination, Jakob always carries with him a number of small syringes, each loaded with liquefied garlic and silver nitrate. Once injected into a vampire's bloodstream, they will burn themselves up from the inside out. Jakob has also become fairly good at throwing these, so he has attached a remote discharger of his own design, meaning he can pump the load out of the syringes from a distance, rather than having to activate the plunger himself. [u][b]Abilities:[/b][/u] Jakob, being one of the super-soldier experiments, was treated so that his arms and legs were much more efficient. This means he can run faster and jump higher than most normal humans, with athleticism comparable to many vampires. This helps him in the chase, as he can keep up with the majoirty of vampires far better than a normal human could. He was also treated so that his nerves were far more toned, meaning he can keep a straight aim far easier than a regular human sharpshooter, and his combat reflexes were also enhanced, making him an extremely powerful fighter. [u][b]Personality: [/b][/u]Jakob is a spirited, passionate man, with such extreme passion for what he does that many mistake it for insanity. He is completely devoted to his cause, which is to wipe out anything that could cause a threat to humans, be it vampire or otherwise. He is a true believer in what he is doing, and that makes him extremely dangerous to vampires. However, aside from these somewhat negative personality traits, Jakob is usually calm, concentrating on his daily prayer and other priestly duties. He is caring and kind towards humans. He sees that his anger and violent streak should be directed towards vampires and nothing else, so he keeps any frustration bottled up inside until the night, when he unleashes it on the vampire hordes. [u][b]Biography: [/b][/u]Although he was born into the Lowendove Brotherhood, he never truly became one of them until he turned 25. Born in 1933 to a young London couple, he was given away soon after, to a priest named Alexis Whistler. He gave the child his surname, and christened him with the name Jakob, meaning "May God Protect." He was brought up as a devout Catholic, attending church regularly and learning the ways of God. Every night Jakob woke to see his foster father sneaking out of the house, believing that Jakob knew nothing about it, and he waited, wide awake, until Alexis returned in the early hours of the morning, covered in scratches, cuts and scrapes, bleeding through his clothes. Jakob was determined to discover what his foster father was doing, and one night he waited until Alexis was out of the door, and followed him, keeping a safe distance behind him. He followed him down a dark alley, where Alexis was confronted by two young men, muscular and fierce-looking. Jakob was about to call out for help, but then he saw his foster father draw a pair of knives and launch into combat with these two. Jakob watched as the three of them exchanged blows, fighting fiercely for almost an hour, until Alexis plunged his knife deep into the heart of one of the attackers, and, much to Jakob's surprise, the attacker turned to ash, crumbling and floating away on the wind. Jakob was shocked to see his foster father in such an activity, but he was curious to see more, so he watched until the end of the fight, when Alexis managed to turn the other man to ash as well. He then went home, with Jakob following. Every night after this, Jakob followed his foster father, watching as he dispatched more and more of the these strange ash-people, learning his foster father's moves, learning how to fight like him, so he could protect himself at school and in life. However, one night, in 1946, when Jakob was only 13 years of age, he followed his father, and watched as he was ripped apart by a single, powerful-looking woman, her whips lashing his flesh apart and her bladed fans slicing through bone. He then continued to watch as the woman picked his foster father's ragged corpse up, raising it high into the air, and biting him, draining every drop of blood from his body, before throwing the body away, discarding it like a piece of garbage. Jakob rushed to his father's side, and found on his person a book, as well as his knives, all of which Jakob took upon himself to look after. He went home, leaving his father's body, too grief-ridden to do anything with it, and read the book. It told him of the Lowendove Brotherhood, and the legends of vampires, and finally he found a note in the very back that told him to look in his father's safe, and told him of the combination. Inside, he found enough money to last him a lifetime, as well as a number of contact cards, telling him how to get in touch with other members of the Brotherhood. He left home that very night, and went to find someone, anyone that could help him get revenge on his father's murderer. He found a number of people who could help him, members of the Lowendove Brotherhood, particularly one Father Sergei Geser, a supernaturally strong fighter, who took him into their care, and taught him of the Brotherhood's ways, teaching him how to fight and how to identify a vampire. They also taught him the ways of the Catholic, and, finally, when they thought he was ready, they took him in and treated him, turning him into an enhanced human, the mighty footsoldiers of the Lowendove Army. He has been fighting alongside Father Geser ever since, looking up to him as a kind of mentor, a father figure since his father was gone. He soon discovered that his father's murderer was a member of a vampiric clan known as the Blood Brood, a group of three enhanced vampires, a woman known to the Brotherhood only as Empress, and it was then that Jakob swore his revenge on this vampire, and all vampires that stood between him and the Empress... [b]OOC:[/b] All done. I hope Gavin and Revelation don't mind that I used their characters in my Bio, just thought it would make things more interesting. [/size][/center]

[b][size=1]"So tell me, KoKabuterimon," [/size][/b][size=1]said Alex calmly, [b]"What exactly is this Digital World?" "Exactly what it says on the tin, my good friend," [/b]replied the Digimon, [b]"It's a Digital World, formed from Digital coding, and inhabited by the Digimon, or Digital Monsters, also formed from Digital coding. It's all very simple if you think about it logically." "Ah..." [/b]said Alex, now thinking that he had kind of asked an obvious question, [b]"So, where exactly are we going?" "To meet the others." "Other what?" [/b]asked Alex, although he feared he was asking another stupid question. Sure enough, KoKabuterimon stopped walking and turned around. [b]"The other DigiDestined, of course," [/b]he replied, somewhat sarcastically, [b]"The other people Destined to help the Digital World by using their partner Digimon to help them." "So I'm one of these...DigiDestined?" [/b]asked Alex. [b]"Of course you are! Otherwise you would never have entered the Digital World. That thing you found in your pocket is a Digivice, and you should have a crystal as well. They show us that you are a DigiDestined. Isn't that great?" "I suppose. So I'm supposed to help, what save the Digital World?" [/b]said Alex, a little confused about his role in all this, [b]"Is it in danger?" "You could say that. Ah, here we are!" [/b]said KoKabuterimon with delight. He pulled away a cluster of branches, and revealed a small clearing, crowded with people. Human people. Alex gasped. So the little insect was telling the truth. There were others like him. [b]"Here are the rest of the DigiDestined," [/b]announced KoKabuterimon, and Alex saw that they were surrounded by creatures of a similar size of KoKabuterimon, but ones that looked entirely different. [b]"Um, hi," [/b]said Alex a little nervously, with a small wave thrown in for good measure. It remained to be seen how he was greeted by the others... --- [b]OOC: [/b]Sorry for the lateness and crappiness of this post, I've been without internet connection the past couple of days and this is about all I can manage in terms of a reply at the moment. [/size]

[size=1]I know it's a cheesy song, but it's got a decent story behind it. [b]Delilah [/b]by [b]Tom Jones [[url="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/t/tom+jones/delilah_20138361.html"]lyrics[/url]] [PG] [/b]It was a normal day. Working as usual, coming home on the bus, walking back from the bus stop. I passed by my girlfriend's window, and I saw the light, the flickering shadow of love on the blinds. She was in there with someone else, another man was with her, with my girlfriend, the only one I had loved in years. As she betrayed me I watched and went out of my mind. I waited there all night, and even thought I could see that girl was no good for me, I wanted her, I needed her. I loved her. I was like a slave to her love. At daybreak, when he drove away, I walked over to the door. She opened it. She stood there laughing at me. I couldn't stand it. She told me I wasn't half the man he was, that I didn't even compare to him. Apparently I was only with her because she wanted money, and I had enough of it. She laughed and laughed, and I went into the kitchen. Things were a blur, and soon I felt the knife in my hand. She laughed no more. I sat, shivering, in the corner of the kitchen, her blood covering the floor. Tears ran down my face. Sirens in the distance. I just knew they were coming for me. The police, the Ambulance, anyone who was coming would find me and I would go down for a long time. So, before they come to break down the door, forgive me, Delilah, I just couldn't take any more... [/size]