RPG Three Angels of War (M for various reasons)

[Engel]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][i]People are always coming up with new ways to kill each other. Grenades, flamethrowers, shotguns, tanks, are just a few of them. But whenever a new weapon emerges, it is soon used to kill its owner, or it is replaced by a better and stronger one. This is a story about the weapons man makes to protect, or take away, one of the things he cares about the most in life. His mortality. Sergei, an unusual man that always wears a mask that covers three-fourths of his face, found two very special weapons, or "Guardian Angels" after he joined the Black Seraphim gang. He gave one of these weapons to Irena, another gang member that he had met and fallen in love with. They both used these weapons to establish themselves as the new leaders of the gang, and to kill anyone who tried to stop them. But now that their job was done, the Guardians were rarely used. Until Irena and Sergei heard the story about there being a third Guardian Angel, and a piece to unite all three weapons. Now they are searching for the uniting piece, and the owner of the third weapon...[/i][/COLOR]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[COLOR=DarkSlateBlue] The cool air drifted through the open window on the second floor of Sergei's apartment. The cruel machines of factories polluted the once crisp breeze, making it a horrifying smog. Wafting into Sergei's home, the air was heavy. Sergei stepped out of the room into the kitchen. His girlfriend, Irena was still in the shower. He checked the weapons of his choice, for you never know when some people will strike. The phone rang once, Sergei didn't move. Twice, Sergei pressed the tracing button. Third time, he picked it up and said into the reciver,

"Make it quick, This line could be tapped."

"Ok boss, go to the old warehouse at the end of barkervine all-." And the phone when dead. Sergei's mask glinted in the dimming light, and he called out,

"Irena, we gotta go. Hurry up." Then waited for her to step out.[/COLOR]

OOC: Ok, everyone. S.A. told me to start this, so I did. You either do an independant goal not conserned with the old warehouse, besides you, ColourDeaf. You need to be there too.

[Lilt]

[font=Book Antiqua][size=2][color=seagreen]Irena heard Sergei's voice calling her over the sound of the shower.[/color][/size][/font]
[b][font=Book Antiqua][size=2][color=seagreen]"Irena, we got to go! Hurry up!"[/color][/size][/font][/b]
[font=Book Antiqua][size=2][color=seagreen]Irena turned off the shower, stepped out and grabbed a towel. She stepped out of the bathroom, and started to dry off her hair.[/color][/size][/font]
[size=2][font=Book Antiqua][color=seagreen][b]"What is it?"[/b] She asked, Sergei.[/color][/font][/size]
[b][font=Book Antiqua][size=2][color=seagreen]"I got a call from one of our men. He told me to go to the old warehouse before he was cut off suddenly. Get dressed and let's go."[/color][/size][/font][/b]
[font=Book Antiqua][size=2][color=seagreen]Irena walked over to Sergei, swaying her hips slowly.[/color][/size][/font]
[size=2][font=Book Antiqua][color=seagreen][b]"What's the rush?"[/b] She asked as she traced her finger on his chest. [b]"Maybe this time you could take off the mask."[/b][/color][/font][/size]
[font=Book Antiqua][size=2][color=seagreen]Sergei grabbed her arm before she removed his mask.[/color][/size][/font]
[b][font=Book Antiqua][size=2][color=seagreen]"Not right now, Irena. Get dressed and let's go. It sounded urgent."[/color][/size][/font][/b]
[font=Book Antiqua][size=2][color=seagreen]Irena sighed.[/color][/size][/font]
[b][font=Book Antiqua][size=2][color=seagreen]"Alright, then."[/color][/size][/font][/b]
[font=Book Antiqua][size=2][color=seagreen]She finished drying off, and then she put on her jeans, along with her usual jean jacket, and small white top. She grabbed her guns and so did Sergei and they both drove off to the warehouse, in his midnight blue stingray.[/color][/size][/font]

[ColourDeaf]

Tetsu stood in the middle of the warehouse, taking a deep drag on his cigarette, finishing the last vistages of tobacco in it, before spitting it out to one side. He sighed and leaned against the cold steel wal behind him, running his hand through his hair. He looked at the sky through one of the windows. Orion was visible. He stared for a long while, a soft breeze cutting through the ramshackle warehouse, causing his coat to flit about with a life of it's own.

Somewhere int he distance, a dog barked at unseen phantasms.

He could feel the others arriving.

[I]Fuyuma, I'm trying to be strong, here[/I] he thought, his eyes catching the movmment of a rat skittering from the shadows.

One of the doors leading to the street outside swung open, and Tetsu spun to face it, fis face diected by shaft of moonlight. His missing arm was obscured by shadow. Two figurs entered the building, a man and a woman. The man wore a trenchcoat, and wore a mask of burnished steel.

They stared at each other. Above them, a pigeon eyed the trio of humans curiously, it's head cocked to one side. It's eyes seemed to say "foolish things" as it flew out, the soft sound of wingbeats echoing through the near-empty room...

((OOC: is this alright? I wasn;t too sure what to write here...))

[Anne]

A white van with the logo "Party Harty" for a perty suply store was parked a block away from the apartment of Sergei, one of the gang leaders of Black Seraphim. Two cops sat inthe van looking at video servaliance and had a set of headsets on. A phone rang and they listened in. The two cops one a female, Heather NEwheart and her partner Neil Hatter, listened closely. As the phone hung up they looked at the screen and few minutes later, two people left in a midnight blue stingray.

Taking off her headset Heather grabbed her hand gun and put it in her holster at on her side. "Alright I'll go check out what is up at the warehouse. Stay here and keep an eye on things."

"Thinks that safe Heather. I mean going yourself and all, you don't know what is going to happen there and i don't want to lose you partner." NEil turned inhis chair and faced her.

"I have been uncover in this gang for the past year now and besides it will be harder to keep two peope hidden. So I want you to stay here and call headquarters and tell them whats going on." Picking up her black coat she threw it on. She grabbed her rifle and opened the back of the van. She knew what warehouse they had mentioned and were it was located. She closed the door to the van and walked three cars down to where [URL=http://us.autos1.yimg.com/img.autos.yahoo.com/i/nctd/q/06s-solstice-hero.jpg]a sliver Pontiac Solstice[/URL] was parked. Heather open the door and got in. Placing her rifle under her seat she started the car and drove off.

[Ezekiel]

[B]OOC Oh man, I had no idea that this had started, sorry! (I can't even remember my characters name ::sweat:: )[/B]

[COLOR=SlateGray]Imogen tossed back her short red hair as she sat in her car waiting for the road to unblock. She had been in this traffic jam for over a half an hour and the tension was getting to her.
She looked to the dash at her picture of Satoshi, she smiled sadly and blew a kiss to it....she would never forget him....never.
Just then a loud beeping came behind and someone rammed into her bumper. Imogen whirled around to see an angry male in the car behind her, obviously shouting obscene things as his son was laughing and making faces at Imogen.

The young woman looked in front of her to see that the traffic had started moving again. The guy rammed into her car again and she snapped. She got out the car and slammed the door behind her, her fists clenched at her sides. The guy got the point and climbed out of his car with a cheer from his son.

"You got a problem, lady, or are you just dumb?" he shouted, his spit flew out of his mouth and Imogen just stared at him.
"You better be paying for the damage you done to my car, asshole.,? she said threateningly. The man laughed and looked down on her,
"Oh yeah?" he asked sarcastically, "and what's a little lady like you going to do about it?"
Imogen was fuming, her face was going red with anger and she could feel herself getting ready to scream. She drew her arm back, getting ready to punch the guy when she felt a hand rest on her fist.

"Nani?" she turned around and saw the face of a young man, about her age, looking back at her.
"Who....?" she began but he cut her off with a laugh.
"Don?t mind my wife, sir, she?s just a bit tense....we've just recently moved house."
Imogen felt the urge again, she was about to start screaming at the stranger but he cut her off with a kiss.
The man seemed to have calmed down, he straightened his shirt and nodded, walking back to his car.

Imogen glared at this man,
"Don?t you think you should get in your car? You're blocking the road."

He smirked and walked back to his own car. Imogen was then chorused by about 10 different beeps. She sighed and got back into her car, slamming down on the gas peddle.
?Today can?t get much worse?.?[/COLOR]

[B]OOC If either of the other male characters want to be that guy they can, if not, he'll be some random freak that pops up and annoys dear Imogen every now and then.
Oh yeah, sorry that this post doesn?t really further the storyline, but I hade to start somewhere.[/B]