Chaos

[i]Demos was walking down the passage way towards the Research Centre in HQ...something he did, in part, as another ritual to Omega. So many friends had died or left in the past year. And so many had tried to replace them. It was a tad disturbing, but acceptible. As Demos' pace slowed, he heard another set of clanking feet on the metal floor. The soft hydrolic expulsion of air was faint, something most commonly found in infiltration Reploids. Demos spun around, to face his brother, Havoc.[/i] [b]Demos:[/b] "The Hell?! Did you break out or something?" [b]Havoc:[/b] "Actually, I've been out of Iso for the past twelve hours. I got some nice upgrades. Care to see them?" [i]With that, not even waiting for Demos' responce, Havoc turned to walk off towards the Training Sims. Demos knew Havoc would be there for another day or two. Standard precautionary for bots coming out of Iso. But Demos headed onwards, towards Research. He walked through the door, which gave off a wavering, mechanical hiss. For the next two hours, Demos didn't budge. He just stood there, staring at the part on the floor by the Biomechanical Animal Listings, N-Z, where it was worn down by at least half of an inch. The very spot where Omega stood for hours on end..."looking for that dammed dog"...[/i]

[As Neil ran outside, from obviously nowhere (I bet Ken knows what portal Neh used...;)), he turned skywards, looking around with his eyes ablaze with rage.] Ken: ...Shitness... Neil..Still pissed about that golf club thing? Neil: Huzzah? *looks all bored* Flash: [i]W00t. It seems my bipolar disorder inducer has worked. Be careful, everyone, Neil now has some totally-wicked mood swings. Ken: ...You realize you have damned us to Hell, right? Flash: Yup. Ken: Yourself included too, right? Flash: Yup! Ken: Oh. Just checking. --;;

Same here. Grounded for like the fifth time this school year already. Bah. Damn report cards.

[i]Medra, already in the Caverns, simply dodging every creature he came across, before literally running up the walls that surrounded the sides of the huge rut that formed a sort of a trail. Next to him, he saw Azmudan keeping strong pace, making his large cleaver into a exceedingly large pole. He valted from side to side of the Cavern, as Medra simply Jumped straight forward. In no time at all, they were at the camp. As they decended into the depths of the hole, they were shocked at the geo-thermal Hell...[/i]

[Neil, having enough of this retarded sub-plot, walked over to the fridge, shoving everyone that was in his way..out of his way. With a neon-blue constant dance of lightning-like ki bounding off of him, he ripped the 'Secret Drawer' open, revealing...absolutely nothing.] [b]Neil:[/b] "...It was nothing but a mere prank to get you all worked up over nothing. Damn fools." [With that said, leaving everyone gaping in shock, Neil turned away to watch The Shining DVD on his PS2, which was now permanitly locked down and untamperable in the guys' room.]

Yes, this is indeed an RPG. .:Topic Moved:.

[i]Demos' pod, next to Lethe's, blasted off with a sudden jolt of propulsion. He could never get used to the feeling of that fluxuation of gravitational pull. It always messed with his center of balence and his coordination. He radioed in to Lethe.[/i] [b]Demos:[/b] [i]*ksssssh!*[/i] "Having fun?" [b]Lethe:[/b] [i]*Bzzt..*[/i] "Of course. Extra G-forces as I'm trying to paint my nails. Then you buzz in and nearly deafen me with feedback on the radio. This is just peachy." [b]Demos:[/b] "Heh...Rodger that. Have a nice nap, deary." [i]With that said, Demos closed all open connections, and laid his head back while closing his eyes...[/i]

[i]The ride to the next crime scene was mostly quiet. Demos was enraged once again at the fact that Zero even walked the Earth, Proteus was going over a self-diagnostic, Nova was polishing his buster, and Kurt was just sitting there, nose occasionally twitching, indicating he was smelling this or that. Proteus' head snapped up, as did Nova's and Demos'. They both 'saw' the small blip of energy, similar to that of a teleportation. They all, while not saying a word and not giving a hint that they knew something, seemed to find the signature familier. A few seconds later, they shook it off, and cleared it off of their scan. It was probably just Reploid medics beaming into the scene of the crime to avoid debris. A few minutes later,[/i] Alpha[i] arrived at the scene. It was the same as the other. An apartment complex this time, deep in the central of District 71. The surrounding buildings were ablaze with fire, the ground that the block was standing on was highly unstable, and general disorder was everywhere. Everyone boarded out of [/i]Alpha[i], and started their search for any clues, dispite the obvious danger that was afoot.[/i]

[i]The Elite Squad searched every inch of that cavern. Using everything from Applied Physics to Statistics and Applications, they pieced every part of that Crime Scene together. But they couldn't even start to begin to figure out who did this. They might as well have been trying to find a single specific grain of sand on the entire beaches of Earth. But then, Kurt found a small clue. When he switched to a Diagonistic scan, to make sure the area was clear for radiation, he found a trail of uranium leading out, and towards the exit of Nebula Heights. Furthermore, there was a high concentraition of uranium in the Guards' bodies, and where the bullets had exited their bodies. Looks like they found their break. A few minutes after makin a quick documentation of their findings, the Squad left back for Alpha. But when they arrived at their base, some ALED cars were still there.[/i] [b]Demos:[/b] "Great. Friggin great. Now we've got these snob-*** bastards on our tails." [i]Proteus, always the peacekeeper, spoke up loudly to the ALED firstly.[/i] [b]Proteus:[/b] "Hey, guys, we were on specific orders to let no one get in our way. Plus Demos is a little hotheaded. We didn't come to start anythin--" [i]Before Proteus could finish his plee, a hoverbike zoomed in over-head, with everyone's favorite Wily Bot on it...[/i] [b]Demos:[/b] "Wow, Zero, I'm suprised you have the balls to actually show up. I mean, Hell, I figured you'd just spend the rest of your days in the sims acting like you knew what you were doing." [b]Zero:[/b] "...There's been another explosion. Around 200 more people are dead." [i]With just hearing this news (They didn't want anyone on their radio to hear what might have happened if push had come to shove), the ALED cars zoomed off, maknig contact with their HQ.[/i] [b]Demos:[/b] "Damn, that sucks Zero. You sure you didn't do it while you were having one of your temper-tantrums?" [i]Zero, simply sneering at Demos, turned away on his bike, going deeper into the city. Proteus shot a quick glance at Demos, something which seemed very uncharacteristic of Proteus, before the Squad boarded Alpha, and took off, following Zero's lead...[/i]

[i]Demos nodded in silent, yet slightly amused, agreement. The Squad slowly walked through the Subway Station, following the increasingly intense scars upon the roof, the walls, and the floor. Blast marks were now clearly visible, and soot was everywhere. Small parts of human body remnants littered the floor, as well as the debris of the explosion. Trains were derailed, a rather big crater was where a crowd of people most likely were, and a hole around 300 meters wide was splitting the ceiling of the underground Subway system nearly in two. While the Station was half above ground, half below, it had become very difficult to actually tell what part was which, until the raw ore was seen on the walls. Not a good sign, because it meant there was less resisting pressure against the cavern walls.[/i] [b]Demos:[/b] "Well, looks like someone really humped the bunk." [b]Nova:[/b] "Yeah, no kiddin." [i]Reverb called out, from the other side of the once-tiled area where people would stand, waiting to get on their respectable trains.[/i] [b]Reverb:[/b] "Hey guys! Look at this!" [i]Within just a few seconds, the rest of the Elite Squad had jogged over, to see a real bloody mess on the ground. It was more at the terminal that led to the ground level entrance. Security Guards in Synthetic suits, those men were. Their blood was spilt after the explosion, since the blood was layered on top of the dust and debris, not to mention, aside from the gunshot and stab wounds, the guards were relatively okay. Not something that would happen after a small nuke was detonated a just around 20 meters away.[/i] [b]Proteus:[/b] "Well... Looks like our bomber was here and having a spot of fun." [b]Demos:[/b] "Get on your thinking caps, boys, it looks like we've got us a few murders now, too."

[Neil suddenly appeared behind them all, scowling.] Neil: Tin Can, you give my name a bad name. Your line...ends here. Girls. Go watch TV. Juu: But WE wanna kill hi-- Neil: GO WATCH TV!! [As Neil's temper flared, so did his energy, as his body immedietly cut down, sculpting a Godly form as he went Super Saiya-jin. The girls hurriedly ran off, to do their nails...or something of that sort. Neil cared not. But he was gonna end this mockery of himself once and for all. Rearing his right hand back, letting an unfocesed collection of ki flutter about, destroying everything within ten feet of himself...]

[i]Medra climbed up a wall, in a most animalistic means. His vampiric claws grew thicker, but not by his own bidings. Something inside of him was changing. He soon found it, as he topped the roof of the building that he was slinking upwards on, that it was hard to stand fully up-right. His shoulders now drooped slightly, as his walk became more barbaric. But still, he continued his search for Vampire Supporters. Killing the occasional thug and thief with ease, and a few brutal slaughterings of worthless humans, Medra soon realized what was happening to him. While he may have looked less civilized, his power was growing. So the legend was true. The 'Maul' skill did have it's share of side-affects. No matter, as Medra decided. His job would not be hindered by these new changes; on the contrary, his mission would be much easier.[/i]

[As Foredaddy walked down the driveway, still in slow motion, an indescribibly huge crimson ki sphere formed high over Earth. In a mere two seconds, the orb was around the size of the sun. Foredaddy did not move an inch, but simply uttered a '****...' as the blast came raining down upon him. No one knew what actually happened, for the entire solar system was quite effeciently destroyed. Neil, of course, reconstructed it, but Foredaddy was dead. Never to be revived, as Neil had entwined his death with the threads of the universe, this and every other one.] Neil: ...Never **** with the Saiya-jin God of Fury... Ken: Amen to THAT! Neil: ... *blasts Ken* :shifty:

****it... I'm grounded again. So if I'm missing, you'll know why. --

[i]After being dismissed, Demos silently walked through HQ, looking at the lawyers running about, and noticing the lack of Hunters. Sad, really. If Zero hadn't gotten in the way, maybe those lawyers would be elsewhere, and maybe, just maybe, those Hunters that died...back then...might have been avenged. It was at this moment, as Demos continued walking around the base, that he passed the infirmary, seeing Zero getting a repair of some kind. Demos froze instantly, and stared at the Crimson Bot. Zero, hearing the footsteps outside stopping, turned to shiver at the sight of Demos. Zero knew that Demos was now an enemy of his... Demos dashed off, anger suddenly swelling within him. Human emotions, while sometimes extremely annoying, could also prove to be helpful. But after a while, that anger subsided. By the time that happened, Demos was where he was heading for. Isolation. Demos walked through the automatic door, the 'whoosh' of the aeronomatic gears unworking from the locked position sounding to the Tech inside that a visitor was here. Demos didn't even bother to request permission. He had come this way for the past year everyday. He needn't check with a Tech for permission. This was routine. Demos came to a stop at a darkened cell at the very end of the Iso block. His stool was still there, like always. He sat down, head bowed, not saying a thing...yet.[/i] [b]Havoc:[/b] "...How much longer now?" [b]Demos:[/b] "Not too much. A few weeks, since you've been on good behavior." [b]Havoc:[/b] "...Wonderful. A year's worth of good behavior and I get off a month early. Just peachy." [b]Demos:[/b] "Don't give up yet. You'll see combat soon. Signas officially reinstated the Elite Squad today...and I swear you will be in there with us, diggin in the trenches." [b]Havoc:[/b] "Mmmm..." [b]Demos:[/b] "Well...just keep your nose clean, and I'll try to get you out next time next week, ok? And then we'll get you back into training, and of course, get a psych. exam to show them that you are stable, like I know you are." [i]With that, Demos got up, and slowly walked down the dimmly lit hallway, that opposited the completely blackened-out cells, where his brother, along with other Hunters which had done the fitting..."crime"... His footsteps rang out, hollow and cold, against the polished concrete floors...[/i]

[Neil suddenly is in the room and pushing Foredaddy and his plushie self out of his way.] Neil: SEEING AS HOW THAT IS [i]MY[/i] PS2...*cough* ...Play me in Tekken 3 and your *** is so grass. I haven't played Tekken Tag. Ever. So I dunno. O_o;;; Ken: *coming from nowhere* Neil, not having played a fighting game? Woah, Hell must be freezing over by now--*gets blasted* Neil: So... Tekken 3. Me with Bryan, Jin, or Kuma, and anyone in here dies. -- In all honesty, I rule Tekken 3...XD

[As Lady Katana chases after Robo-Neil, she was suddenly clothes-lined by none other than Neil.] Neil: "...Here's an interesting question... Where in GOD'S NAME DID YOU GET SOME OF MY DNA?!"

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Phantom [/i] [B]...in my opinion, this is a very pointless question. Jaimie... common sense answers this question... and I cant understand why im actually writing here but I may as well go for it; Human nature... If you use the common sense that you were born with..you would understand that not everyone is perfect.. nor will consistently write to your needs. If you want to read and be one hundred percent sure its reliable...get a book. Human neglegence... come on use your head jaimie. thats all. [/B][/QUOTE] Wow. For once, I must say I agree with you, Phantom. And to further dabble on this certain issue, people start new RPGs with old ones still lingering about because of two main reasons (Well, three, but who gives a ****?): 1) They're too impatient to wait to start a new one/ They're too impatient to let the old one finish up, and 2) RPGs die. You kinda answered your own question with that. "Why do people start new RPGs when an RPG dies? Because that certain RPG died. So people need to move on." A common error, done by all.

::OOC:: Actually, I find the taste of raw, fresh flesh to be quite nasty. I'd go for pizza over flesh anyday of the week. -IC- [Neil simply sat in his room, chillin to Praise, which was literally making the house shake. Ken came in the room, and sat on his bed, writting a letter to Lily. And, of course, Neil had to interupt this...somehow... So, he turned off his stereo, and activated the "Zap if touched by any other presence" switch on that same stereo, before wandering out to the pool where he sat and watched the rain clouds accumalate in the sky...]

[b]Medra:[/b] "But of course, Sire. I shall see if this boy can take the pressure of being so honored so to serve you..." [b]Kain:[/b] "Excellent. Just like I remember. You always were loyal. Now then, Azmudan, come quickly. We need to make some progress towards Normus." [i]As Kain and Azmudan took off into the night, Medra could see Azriel literally quaking in fear. Medra knew the thoughs that raced through the child's mind. 'How will I do this, where can I attack, does he have a weak point?' All for not. This was going to be a total slaughter. Azriel, acting very naive, took the direct approach, and slashed at Medra. His sword, however, bit nothing but air, as Medra had vaulted clear over the young one's head, and was already climbing the cavern's wall as if he was on fire. Standing on top of the hill, Medra stared Azriel down. With such haste, however Azriel tried to jump up, and catch a footing on the cliff wall. How pathetic. He slid back down, dirtying his armor, and making even more of a fool of himself. Medra laughed evilly at this, of course, seeing that his opponent didn't even have the common sense to climb the wall as he did. Medra watched in amusement at Azriel repeated the process. But this time, as Azriel stumbled back up, he was punched right in the kisser by Medra, as the vicious vampire had used his Jump skill to attack his opponent while still gaining advantage of being in very close of range. While Azriel was disoriented, Medra circled the child, like a shark waiting for his prey to bleed out from a bite. Medra's claws only came out about an inch from his fingertips, but at this rate, Azriel wouldn't last but a few minutes, even with only one strike at a time. Azriel recovered his sense of mind, and launched himself at Medra, whom simply side-stepped and laughed as Azriel stumbled once more. But this time, Medra was more violent in his attack. Azriel found himself screaming in pain as Medra's claws found their way into his shoulder, making Azriel slightly convulse due to shock. Medra backflipped, only to dash forward once again, to land a wide swipe right in Azriel's chest. The result was devistating, as Azriel hurled backwards towards the Sarafan camp, crashing though some crates. Azriel was in some serious pain, but that was dulled by the fear that Medra had around him like a noose around his neck. By the time Azriel had stood back up, he was very likely to wet himself, because Medra, was hovering just above him, floating down like some bizzare, demonic Angel of Death. When Medra landed silently, he went all out with his Maul skill. Though the slashes weren't deep or long, they still caused a GREAT deal of pain. In a mere few minutes, Azriel's armor was hacked into ribbons, and his body was battered severly. Medra puffed a sigh of disapointment.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "Child, are you serious? Is this the best you can offer. I hit you once, and you fall. I hit you again, and you writhe in agony. I hit you with a skill of mine, and you are likely to pass out. Please, boy, you aren't even worth killing. Go drink blood from some rats, child, because you are obviously fodder prey. Get out of my sight." [i]With that, Medra turned to walk off and climb back up the cliff wall. But as soon as his hands had found a hold on the wall, the area was bathed in a strange blue color. Medra turned around, to find this light was emitting from Azriel's sword. Something was up.[/i] [b]Azriel:[/b] "Taste the power of Edge Charge!!" [i]Azriel dashed forward, in an attempt to impale Medra in a full-out frontal attack. But Medra dove downwards, completely avoiding Azriel's blade. And with a single, hasteless motion, Medra shoved his claws, now around eight inches long, and very much so deadly, right into Azriel's stomach, impaling his kidneys, with the tips of the claws slashing through his back. A gruesome sight, that Medra then threw into the middle of the camp. Medra spit near the fallen child, a mark of rage. But instead of killing the boy right then and there, Medra ran off to follow Kain and Azmudan. Azriel had just about given up trying to hold on to his last little thread of life, about an hour afterwards, when he saw a nobleman on the ground. One of the slaughterees. He had not been drained of his blood. Azriel crawled with all of his might, and began to slowly yet surely regain just enough blood to stagger back to the Meridian slums to find something to eat...[/i] .:Elsewhere:. [i]Kain and Azmudan had stopped to kill one of the bug-monsters that had caused such a big problem for travelers, when Medra came flying down behind them by a good twenty feet. He had jumped overall about 200 feet, from the top of the canyon, all of the way down to the rut where his Vampire brethren were.[/i] [b]Kain:[/b] "Medra? Hmm. I take it Azriel did not fare well against you." [b]Medra:[/b] "Not a single hit was taken against me, and not a bread of sweat did I drop." [b]Kain:[/b] "I suspected as much. Did you kill him, or leave him to suffer with the agony of watching his death come closer by the minute?" [b]Medra:[/b] "I left him to die in a puddle of his own blood. He wasn't even worth attacking with any serious mallice. Pathetic, really..." [b]Azmudan:[/b] "A shame, really. Our cause seems to be wavering. With only a select few vampires that actually may be strong enough to help us, and even less due to the fact that some have commited such a disguesting treason." [b]Kain:[/b] "Indeed our situation looks bleak. But we shall immerge triumphant from this. As long as we keep fighting, we will win. But for now, we need to continue on..."

Well, looks like I'll have the hard part of this job. Not only controlling two characters (unless Feh wants Havoc to STAY in Iso), and conducting the Elite Squad. Yay. But never-the-less, I am, of course, in.

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Hybrid [/i] [B]I have a question... You can delete this if you like but still answer my question.... Isn't Sarufan spelled SARAFAN? And I'm pretty sure its Hylden.... Not Hyldan, I've beaten both games... Great games... *sniff* *poofs away* [/B][/QUOTE] Sarufan is the way it was spelled in different/import games. And it is Hyldan. I beat Blood Omen 2 for like the fifth time today. And Chapter 11 is long and filled with lotza water, so I know how to spell it. XD

[i]Medra was growing bored of this. He had attacked the Sarafan Elite Guards and the Sarafan Heavy Guards first, all of which were dead now. Not even bothering to drain the bodies of blood, Medra just continued on with his killing spree. Every couple of seconds, he'd attack whatever was in his line of sight with Demon Slash, just for the fun of overkill. Azmudan was obviously having fun with his soul and blood sucking. Strange, to be able to absorb both essentials from humans. Very strange indeed. But now Sarafan Regulars and Knights felt it was nessicary to attack Medra. How cute. Slashing in wide semi-circles, guards dropped like flies as Knights stayed back to see if the Guards would indeed survive. Each hit that Medra gave out meant another Sarafan was dead. But then, something happened. More Guards swrmed in, joined with Knights. The sheer mass of them weighed Medra down. Each began taking small stabs at the vampire, but most never hit home. But something inside Medra changed. Something inside his mind, inside his body. Glowing with a black radiance, Medra sprang straight up, roaring through the night. He hovered in the air, before slipping downwards back towards the camp. When he hit, the ground within arm's reach shattered. The Sarafans, about twenty in all, slowly backed away, until a large-mouthed Guard signaled a charge. Medra, tattered and torn, began his power trip. Hacking away at the on-coming opponents, Medra slashed one after another, cutting each down to side, using his Maul skill to the very extent of his body's capibilities. His claws grew to over a foot in length, every nail. They also became double-sided, as each Sarafan warrior fell. The camp...was now desolate. Medra drank blood until he was fully regenerated, and then some. His body slightly increased in size, due to the fact that his current lore nearly about trippled... It was at this time that Medra saw Kain, along with some other vampire. Medra and Azmudan appoached, both fully restored and stronger than ever.[/i] [b]Medra:[/b] "Lord Kain...glad to see you made it back in one piece..." [b]Kain:[/b] "Indeed as I am..but tell me. What was that? You were outnumbered drastically...and yet you slaughtered those scum like you were killing a peasant." [b]Medra:[/b] "A secret skill of mine. I used it once before even you had fallen to...him...but due to it's obvious strain, I never used it. But, apparently, I have mastered it." [b]Azmudan:[/b] *wipes a masive amount of blood from his lip, and proceeds to lick it off of his hand* Indeed it seems. Now Sire, who is this...?"

[i]Asuka, that just passed over your head, didn't it?[/i] Asuka: What did-- ... ...NEEEEIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLL!!! [From inside the kitchen, a scratching noise was heard, as Asuka's tiara skidded to a hault at her feet. With something taped on back of it, but that little detail skipped past Asuka, as she happily crowned herself, proclaiming her position as the Queen of the Plushies. But Ken jumped up, tried to take that tiara, and got whacked in the head again.] Ken: NO. THE DIME WAS ON THE TIAR-- [Ken didn't finish that sentance, because at that moment, the dime that Neil had been taped to the tiara exploded. Now everyone, save Neil and the others that we not in the den, was blackened and extra crispy.] Neil: *in his room* BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! *checks off list* Eliminate evil plushie clone: check. Make Foredaddy realise that he and all othes have no chance to survive make your time: check. Pick on random member of household, Asuka this time around: check. Well, that only leaves..."Kill Ken for the orange juice thing". Hrmmm.. .:E D I T:. NOOOOO!!! Ken's tiara was a fake! MINE'S THE REAL ONE! HONEST! >_

[Barely giving a care, Neil blasted Foredaddy right in the face with a quite powerful, however small, ki bomb.] Neil: Quiet you. Don't get cozy with the Plushies. MiniNeil will be dead within the hour. MiniNeil: Aww shucks. Neil: And you, Flash, you're not the devil. You of all people should know that he's dead. [i]Hey, hey, HEY. This is MY house, and I'll be SATAN if I WANT in MY house.[/i] Ken: ... Ginny: Did he just...? Ken: Yeap. Everyone, start running... Neil: *insane twitch as his power begins to swell incredibly* [i]...Ok, I'm starting to regret starting Big Brother II and letting him in...[/i] [At that very moment, a pillar of energy could be seen shooting right through the middle of the house as Neil lost his temper.]