Idiot.
He was looking at himself. Except he looked a helluva lot better than he did right now. Younger. Certainly healthier. He couldn't help but feel a pang of anger at the injustice of it. Ten years ago he already seen his fair share of violence and evil. Of filth that thought itself above the rest of creation. He remembered all too well the events that had transpired between then and now. The losses he had suffered through.
"Where.. What is this!?"
Looking to the sky, he saw the sun shining down on him in a blue sky. a field of green went on in every direction, endless in its simple vibrant beauty. The wind was gentle, a cool breeze that smelled of the sea. Then his other self spoke.
"Shut up and listen. You're dying."
"I know. S'alright. Man... how the hells did I do that with Lucile.. Tha's not what was s'pose ta happen..."
"OI! I said shut yer flap and listen! You're pathetic! Worst part is, you KNOW you're pathetic. So what, you see one too many boogey men in the night slithering around and you decide to call it quits? Look here hoss, you know as well as I do that it ain't gunna end. But you made a difference. WE made a damn difference! Or are you conveniently forgetting what we do?"
" I.. I don't even know now. You have no idea the things that will happen. The people you'll lose."
"I know that hiding from it don' make the beasties scurry back to their holes."
Squeezing his eyes shut, Scrapper wanted to do just that himself. He was dying. Why in the hells was he having to go through this game? He just wanted to go home and work in his shop, make his money, and go on hiding from the world around him.
"GODSDAMNIT SOLDIER PAY ATTENTION!"
No. Seriously?
Opening his eyes, he noted he was back in his field outfit, equipment hanging off his vest, weapons draped casually upon his belt. He could feel the crushing weight of Heinrich, one of his earlier toys he had helped design and field test. A flashback to a time of certain death, of chaos and screams and blood hit him like a shot, jarring his mind, and causing his to stagger. He remembered the first time he had met a real demon...
"Stand up straight when you are being addressed by your superior Sergeant."
Looking back up to where the other him been standing, his face displayed his shock at seeing his father standing there in full formal attire, his mustache immaculate, his steel colored hair cropped short, his sword at his side. Every bit the powerfully built, roguish and jovial man Scrapper remembered. Right now though, he looked pissed. Jonathon had only ever seen Col. Marcus Thoms angry a handful of times, usually when discussing an atrocity... the last time was when he said he was leaving the military. They hadn't spoken since. In an instant, he'd reflected on his childhood, on the stories his father had told him when he was young and wanted to know more about the world around him. His father had waited for a long time before sharing some of the harsher truths of this world with his son. It had been one of his deciding reasons to follow in his father's steps. He had always known there was darkness outside of light. He'd always wanted to keep people safe.
"SERGEANT THOMS! You have a job that needs doin', or're ya too busy wollowin' in yer own head to remember that? I trained you better than that boy. You aren't supposed to just lay down'n die when adversity comes your way! NOW STOP BLEEDING ALL OVER THE FLOOR AND FINISH THE MISSION LIKE I TAUGHT YOU!"
"The mission eh? ... I'm sorry sir, I just.. you didn' see it, you didn' SEE HIM! We've both seen some terrible s**t, but this guy.. he scares me sir. More'n the demon who ripped my guts out. More than being shot, stabbed, burned or mutilated. I just.. I'm sorry pa, I am, I can't keep fighting through all this crap, it doesn't end, it doesn't ever end.."
"Are you sure that wha yer nah afraid of, had anything to do with what is out there? I think Sergeant, you're more afraid of what's in yer heart."
Sobbing, he felt nothing but pain and shame. He was dying, and his last moments of thought were of telling his father that he was weak. His father, who had trained him. Who had helped him. Who had understood all to well when Scrapper would come home, and just cry. His dad had been a career warrior. He'd been the one who taught him how to handle a weapon, how to handle himself, and how to handle the pain. He regretted not trying to get back in touch with his parents. He was going to die, and his family wouldn't know. Hell, he might already think he was-
"Shhhh, shhhh honey it's alright. There there child, it's okay. We love you. We know it hurts, it's alright."
The hand on his shoulder spun him around into a loving embrace. With a start, he smelled fresh baked pie and flowers, scents of his growing up. It came as little surprise then that she was the one hugging him. She seemed to tower over him.. and he realized he was nine again.
They were in his mother's garden, the place where he'd watch her work her magics on the soil, in more ways than one. He'd always felt a connection to the world when he saw the beauty it produced.
So then why was there so much ugly?
"It's okay sweet heart, I know it hurts, I know. But we love you. We love you so much Jon. When did you forget that?"
Camille. Take these and tend to yourself and the legless man.
"What was that?"
Taking a step back, she looked down smiling at him, as small in stature as he felt inside. They were surrounded by flowers. Marigolds, roses, tulips, petunias, daffodils, lilies, and so on and so forth. It was a delight to see that it looked just as he remembered.
"I can still remember when you were little, you'd always come here to hide. Remember when you set the garden on fire when Father Dewitte was teaching you? Hahaha oh my but you were so embarrassed you wouldn't try using your magic again for weeks, until I bribed you with your favorite cookies, remember that?"
Choking out his response, "Y-yes mum, I remember.." he could recall the event in question. Father Dewitte, a friend of his family, had tasked himself with training the young man so that he would have a handle on his gift. One day, when practicing with earth magics, young Jonathon had accidentally thought it was boring trying to move dirt around, and inadvertently set his mother's violets on fire. He'd run away in shame, and hid until his parents, both laughing had come and found him, and comforted him. Father Dewitte had remarked "It was unexpected. Starting a fire with no source? At his age? Certainly an uncommon feat." They had all laughed and carried on while Jon had obliviously devoured his cookies with zeal, thinking that if he got cookies for starting a fire, maybe he'd try it on the furnace like his mum suggested.
"Jonathon sweet heart? You need to be my big boy. People are going to get hurt if you don't help them. There's no reason to be so ashamed of the past sweet heart. It's alright to be scared. It's alright to feel lost. But whenever you do, just know you aren't alone. I love you. You are my son."
At this, Scrapper could feel the comforting warmth coming from the sun. He felt it wash over him, enveloping him. It was serenity. Closing his eyes, he murmured "I love you too."
"Well, you always were the charmer, darling"
Why? Gods why?
Tommmmm Jonnnnnn, what are you doing you silly man? Come here! I need to show you something!"
Please. Please don't make me do this. Please don't!
"Oh Jonathon! Are you alright? You're shaking dear! Oh I do hope you aren't coming down with a fever again. For such a big strong man you can be such a baby about some sniffles!"
Her lilting laugh triggered a panorama of thoughts all colliding. She had been his source of strength, the beacon that he always fought to come home to. She had saved him from the shadows in his own mind, had brought the highest form of joy he knew to his life.
She had been taken from him and he didn't know why.
But he would know someday.
The brilliance of the sounds around him, of the feeling of the sunlight and the smells on the breeze, they restored him, granting him peace.
"Come onnnnnnn Tom Jon! You are taking foreverrrrrrr"
Letting out a choked laugh, he replied "Aright aright, quit teasin me ya harpy, I'm comin, just.. gimme a moment to catch my breath aright love?"
He was ready. He would see his wife before him. He knew that whatever came, he'd be alright in the end. His father was right, he was only afraid of what was in his heart. What was so terrifying about seeing the woman he loved again?
What if it was all just a dream?
He opened his eyes and saw-
Destruction.
There were screams. Screams of pain. Of fear. Of confusion and panic.
Crying.
The stench of blood, a smell of burning.
"Well. Balls."
He could remember her laugh, clarion clear in his heart. He felt the tears welling and blinked them away, noting a few things;
He was holding a book in one hand and Lucile in the other.
The young lady he'd stupidly embarrassed himself in front of had a ball of light in her outstretched hand.
He was laying in a pool of his blood, feeling like hammered crap, but all he could feel was the sun. In the middle of the night.
His legs were still missing, but they felt warm and numb.
There was a bottle of something next to him.
Lastly, despite everything.. he felt... great.
"Well. Might as well make myself useful for now. I'll come see you another time love I s'pose."
Struggling to sit himself up, he reached into his pocket to put away the even more battered book, resigning himself to its care until this confrontation ended.
One way or a-bloody-nother.
"Hokay.. need to get movin.. but first let's deal with these flames.."
Scrapper reached out to the world around him, gathering in the essence of what he needed for his working while drawing a circle in his own blood on the ground around him, and infusing it with his will. He laid out his desire, for the flame to become his. For it's nature to be bound to his purpose.
In order for Scrapper to use his basic magics, he needed a focus, and not much more. But this would be trickier. He would be changing the nature of a chaotic natural force. He wasn't calling on it to intensify or consume. He was trying to change the nature of fire, to oppose it with his will. If he was any good with water or earth magics, he'd simply smother it, and he didn't have time to waste on working with the wind. He didn't think he was in any shape to control a swirling vortex.
But he knew fire well.
He had the burns that showed just how intimate he was with the flames.
Releasing his will from the circle, he could almost see it rushing outward to lull the flames to sleep.
Without taking time to appreciate his own efforts, and before fatigue set in, he set to work binding the life force around him and furnishing it's power with his own desire. His determination. His reasons to fight. He would not be ashamed of his past. He would not be disgusted with himself any longer. Every person had their scars. He realized he couldn't change anything by hiding. He was here tonight, because he was supposed to. Because he was needed.
And come hell or high water, he would do his job.
"Pelor, thank you."
His spell complete, he released it, feeling the surging power entering his body, connecting him to the world on a higher level again.
With a flash of silver sunlight, the world around him shifted in tune with his new perceptions.
I will not falter again, you have my word.
Standing upon legs made of the sun he rose once more, and with Lucile in hand he pocketed the bottle beside him, and walked up to the young lady.
Necromancer. Interesting.
"Excuse me, Camille? Thank you. Sorry bout the book. Glad you're alright. Imp. Watch out for her."
Moving towards the smoking storefront, we took note of the people around him moving to engage Kain. Calmly switching clips in Lucile and noting that what he had done earlier scorched her barrel.
His eyes lingered for a moment on the shaken man beside him, revealing a conflict lying within. Scrapper called out;
"Hayden. When this is over we need to have a talk."
It's touched you some way, hmm?
Striding out into the street, he took note of a peculiar sight. A massive beast of contained hate facing down a casually indifferent Once-man. Both of them radiated with their own intense feelings; primal rage imprisoned within a mind of reason and logic facing against a cold and pitiless alien mind. Kain had a visible disdain oozing forth, trying to smother the light of the world around it. It was like looking at an infection that tainted the world around it.
I'll nay let ya spoil this world for long Devil.
Strapping on Veritas as he walked towards the coming encounter, he could still touch the sun, though it was no longer present in the sky. A storm had come to them this night.
He could hear Kain call out, seemingly irritated. He could see that the Devil was ready for a confrontation, and liable to be an adversary unlike any he had dealt with before now. But he would be dealt with in the same way as the others.
Without mercy or reprieve.
"Pelor, may your blessing be the beacon in the night."
Taking his time to get line of sight and a clear shot, Scrapper readied himself for the task ahead.
"Heironeous, I call on ya to guide me true."
So we're done hidin' then eh?
"St. Cuthbert, I thank you for your example."
It din'ah change anything. I'm through bein' a coward.
"Alright then."
Charging forward, he issued a silent challenge to the Devil before him, leveled Lucile, and cut in to speed up the tempo of their dance.
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Ammo designation - S(tandard) Shredder 10(mm)
Clip Size - 15/clip
Weight reduces ranged accuracy beyond 3/4 normal value.
Housed within these projectiles, a small arcane enhanced charge makes up the core, surrounded by tiny tungsten balls inside a low-friction, pleated copper alloy shell.
Incredibly damaging against soft targets, reduced effect against armored individuals.
Each round can be detonated through the Link-sys UI, allowing delayed detonation.
Also, rounds can be activated manually (set as a mine, in essence) and detonated remotely.
Lethal AoE - 1 meter radius from detonation point. beyond that the explosion has enough force to cause injury alongside the shrapnel, but it is a greatly reduced effect that loosely equates to the force of a punch at ten meters.
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LUCILE
Current Config - Ammo Adaptive Side Arm with Link-Sys optics
Will accept 9mm, 10mm, 12mm
Link-sys - Active
Range - 90m with no penalty / normal 120m range
Ammo type - S Shredder 10 (+Dmg, -Rng)
Fire Modes Available - Semi-Auto, Burst 3
Current Fire Mode - Semi-Auto
Ammo count - 15/15
Attachments available - Silencer (-Rng, -Dmg, +Rec, +Cncl), Cannon Mod Kit (Ammo - 15mm - 20mm shells, FM - Semi Auto, adds arm brace for +Acc, +Rec), Long Barrel (+Acc, +Dam, -Cncl)
Acc - Accuracy
Cncl - Concealment is the measure of how easy it is to tell where the shot came from
Dmg - Damage potential
Pen - Penetration of the rounds vs half inch steel plate
Rec - Recoil
Rng - Effective range