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→♪02's Battle Theme song♪←

→♪Battle Theme: A Mobile Suite's Soul: ENG vr.♪←


“What is it now Kreig?” barked the white- attired man, stomping at an unsteady pace. Meanwhile the man progressed through the hallway, would he rub his left eye [ Of what was left of his sleep] as his right kept it’s glare upon another individual [ just straight ahead of him], crossing his arms and simply staring throug ha thick- paned glass. Kreig shifted his body towards the man, having his hands folded [behind his back] in anticipation of an event, fiddling with his fingers to keep himself occupied. He resumed his casual stance, but gave a forced smile to the ignoreant scientist.

“Ah, Mister Smith- already awake?-” Kreig remarked, only to be rudly interrupted by Smith’s voice hence more, “You summoned me, and I’ve already told you to call me by my first name, It’s Jack… You make me feel at unease if you use my last name so much Kreig, Jesus. We know each other since childhood.” he stated with a more relaxed voice, while stomping his feet near the man, pausing for only a moment to scratch his eye- only to have then to be bewildered wide open from his recent slumber upon the sight, of what lies before the looking glass.

Beyond the glass shows a lone, yet fairly large white cylindrical capsule, with a green tinted glass, that is simply labled as 0-2. The green tinted glass bearly makes a dark figure to aloom inside the very capsule, shows a flicker of it’s abnormal long light blue hair through the reflections of the lipids of the water’s ruffling waves about it. Jack startled alittle, his body shivered a cold ‘sensation’ down his spine, flinching back while his hand was dramatically slapped upon his own face. He was simply impressed. His blood- shot eyes then shot back to Kreig, he gave him a perplexing look, “Is.. That a Tank type?” he asked with a ill- tone of voice. Kreig tilted his body back to him, he gave him a sinister smirk, his eyes narrowed “Nay… A successful Zero- Type.” he proclaimed, only then he raised his hands from his back to grasp the air above him in a victorious accomplishment, “See what I’ve done Mister Smith?- I’ve made the new generation of the military… Advanced human biological weaponry, beyond that of a mere sniper rifle- or some animate chip. Of life itself!” he cackled, giving a slight smile from his sinister aura.

Jack grinned, collecting himself while a sweat drop crept slowly down his forehead. Giving a unforgiving sigh, “So… how did it cope with the cyber technology?- or even the fiber stimulations upon it’s body genetic structures…” He asked, closing his eyes, expecting a neglecting answer, while toning the particular word, it, although the thing wasent even alive.SHE has it all done… however…” Kreig said, his voice trailing off as he wondered near the industrial air- locked doors, 'punching' in a few numberds while giving a identification test through his thumb. Jack gave a slight concerned face when he sought his friend being so close to the doors, in fact, intending to open them, “But Kreig- what-” he was rudly interrupted by Kreig, “The rumours are false. I brought them about to have no- one come close to this particular specimen… This prize of mine. She’s too precious to be given up for a simple slave shop, a sex toy, or even a replacement in our very jobs…” He said, his voice dead straight and determined upon his predicaments.

Jack laid a hand on his hip, while walking beside him, and into the casule’s empty room. “You gattab be kidding me… you’re making me feel at unease, calling this thing as a person, ontop of all this, boast or even claim that she could have the comprehandshion of doing about our duties? Hah!- all Tank types are dim witted, nothing more but fuel for our hangar…” he barked, walking aside him as the apparent humming of the computers that literred the room filled the air, the distinct smell of hydrogen peroxide, a simple tool for infections, filled their nose, meanwhile their eyes straightened towards the large capsule ahead.

They stood in frount of the capsule, as kreig whent towards the capsule’s computer, he gave a slight grin to Jack, “You’ll see…and then, They’ll all see!” he said, giving a title to his creation, of a worthwhile specimen. A few digits were placed, the capsule’s green tinted pane glass soon showed a clear white reflection of the young woman inside. Her Long light blue hair still flickered unnatural colours about it, her pale skin shined about. Jack opened his eyes again upon the sight, and hued a blush, “S-She eh?” he simply stated, then holding himself yet again, straightening his back and coughing in his hand to gain his voice back, or attempt to. “Would you like to meet her?” Kreig said with an excited tone of voice, giving jack a wink, before he even had the chance to reply, the capsule begun to open, as the strange liquid then filled the room’s floors, sounding a thunder, while the capsule’s doors hissed a steam to pry it automatically open.

“Y-you’re Crazy Kreig!” Jack startled in a high- pitched voice, Kreig shook his head, while placing his left arm behind himself, he gave a light - unimpressed look towards jack, “You’d be surprised on how often Insanity meangles with brilliance… Besides- I’d figure you to be more quicker then the rest of the ship about the rumour, you really thought those were true?” Kreig said with an ill tone of voice, while making his way to the capsule to manually pry the door up to reveal the perplexing young woman inside, asleep still, while the strange water remaining in her capsule gave ripples about her body, and the apparent plugs in her shoulders and back.

Jack stood silent, his body still. He dident reply to his words, he only gave a light frown, while he glazed to the young woman inside with a raised brow. After a moment of an akward pause, he finally braught himself upright again, “So… How you turn it- I mean her on?” he asked. Kreig shrugged, “Same way as I opened her capsule, manually” he replied, while he braught his large hands to the girl’s waist, lifting her up to his shoulder with little to no sighns of effort or hesitation. The plugs flung themselves onto the water, electrical currents flowed within the capsule, the girl twitched from the sudden movement implemented upon her body. Kreig felt this and gave a light grin, he then turnt his back to Jack to have the girl face him instead upon his shoulder.

She narrowed her eyes then eventually flickered them open, showing the orange hue in her eyes. She opened her mouth slightly in awe upon jack, “H-e-l-l-o” She simply said within a robotic voice, still having the emotionless expressions about her, besides her narrowed eyes to scout the room in curiosity of course. Jack flinched back, and gave KreigUser Image a grin, “Look like a cyborg to me Marcuso’” he slangy taunted, while Kreig responded with a sudden twirl of his body to face the man himself, while the young girl was helplessly flung aside onto the ground from his force. Kreig dident pay any attention to the girl’s injury, he simply glared at Jack.

The girl then brought herself up, scratching the back of her head, while with-drawling the same pale, soft hand to show a red colour to drip from her fragile fingertips. She stood still, and tilted her head to the curious sight upon her fingers. The two scientists smelt an apparent iron smell in the air and looked back to the test subject, Kreig smiled upon the sight, “Cyborg eh?- by the way it was the machines that were talkin' - not her. Soon you'll see her capibilities in not only communication... but also our mecha programs!” he remarked, while ruthlessly grabbing her hand, pointing at her bloody palm. Jack crossed his arms and pouted, “Whatever…” he said in a perplexing attitude for an experienced scientist, being attached towards Kreig’s work to reflect upon his own.

Kreig laughed his first triumphant victory from his recent, and probable best specimen created, as he tucked her arm alongside him towards the hangar’s Catapult launch bay, Jack jumped up, and followed them, attempting to keep up with their pace, well Kreigs pace, 02 hardly knew how to use her feet and she was again helplessly dragged aside like a rag doll. Kreig paid no heed of attention to his collegue he knew to be Jack, he simply dragged his play thing down the hall- way, while the poor girl had a blood tendrils to dril down her forehead onto her chin. Only three streams of blood seemed to be apparent upon her pale face, so it wouldn’t mean the injury would be near fatal or even considered ‘band- aid’ worthy. Jack sped his pace up into a jog aside Kreig, giving him a glare, “You really plan onto taking this… Girl into one of the mechas?, how are you even certain that her body would take the heavy- arms unit. Bloody hell Kreig!- and I thought I knew you for all these long years” he complaint gesturing his hands in a cartoonish fashion towards the other scientist.

Kreig return’t the same face, a glare, back to his apparent best friend, “You never knew who I really was Jack, your head was always in the gutter…” he stated, while taking up his free hand, swooshing the jet- black hair out of his eyes. They’ve entered the hangar, the doors shoosh open in a technological speed, and the girl seemed to be still be dragged along, having difficulty to even stand up on her own, let alone keep a fast- pace accordingly. The trio kept their pace towards the heavy-arms unit until Kreig cought a dark figure at the corner of his eye. Only then he allowed the girl and his best friend to rest from his pace as he stopped to look up to the mysterious figure. He gave him a cold smirk, “Rashiel! Long time no see” he blurted out, while tugging the girl in frount of him, picking her up by ruthlessly holding her underneath her shoulders. The girl’s face seemed to be oblivious, as she narrowed her eyes, scouting the room in awe, her mouth slightly open as she smiled upon an apparent colourful item in the hangar. A simple pen. Even from her distance, she seemed to attempt to grab the thing by swooshing her delicate hands towards it, only mere moments later she gave a slight frown, allowing her hands to rest by her side.

“This bloody thing is my New piece of work!- sure she isn’t as technologicaly advanced… or even sensible to her surroundings, alike your Mecha, but I see great things in her!” he beckoned, while dropping her down to her feet, as she aimlessly wonders about the hangar. Her feet and thighs seemed to tremble and twitch, but her glance soon shot to the heavy arms unit, she smiled upon it, and attempted to walk towards it slowly. She tripped on her own feet a few times before she got to the large mecha’s left foot, giving it a small hug, a perplexing sight indeed.

Kreig sighed and placed a hand in his pocket, scratching his head upon the girl, observing her child- like behaviour as Jack slowly krept towards Rashiel, looking up to him with a smirk, “Ah, I see you just came from your simulations again Rashiel. Good… good, we also expect great things from you my dear- Even if we intrusted your poor a** to the positron beast. Ruin that piece of work, and ill ruin you, you get me?” he barked, wristing his hand, after a pause he looked around, “Say where is the thing anyways?” he asked, Kreig then sighed and turnt his attention to him, “It’s in an isolated room… It’s more precious then these pieces of s**t” he said with a half- hearted tone of voice, gesturing his hands about the hanger towards the two mecha, but never daring to gesture then towards his new work, being 02. The girl then blinked a few times, looking around, only now she looks up to rashiel with an awe in her face, tilting it to the side, “He-L-L-O” She sounded the words indifferently, but in her own bitter sweet voice, awaiting a reply from the mysterious man

User Image The dark figure then finally decided to stand up, from the high railing above, near several of the mobile suites, and made way to the nearby robe ladder. The thing climbed down the ladder, and allowed the basking darkness to sway away from the shadows of the mobile suites, as, rays of lights flicker upon the figures face. Rashiel, was, apparently, a tall handsome man, his teal hair feathered and waved with the slightest gust of winds, his discoloured eyes, much alike the girl‘s, flicker a small flame to the two scientists. A smirk developed upon his lips, as, he drew his finger to his pursed lips to begin chuckling, aloud. “Wha- Rashiel.. Have you gone..” Kreig suddenly asked, with a raised brow, his free hand pryed from his satchel, to, welcome itself upon his own cranum, scratching to gesture a meanining to Rashiel‘s perplexing behaviours. Jack then looked to Rashiel, and back to Kreig. He silently nodded to him, as, he slowly made his pace towards Rashiel, “Rashiel… I think it‘s time for a particular office-” The man begun to rant, as, he was slowly interrupted by… a sudden pain within his chest. Jack pryed his clouded eyes, down, to his chest. His eyes felt like a burning sun, his throat was dry, as, he slowly drew his hand to make what other liquid may be splattered upon his chest. His hands whent to his chest, his eyes were too blury to make what the thing was, he couldn’t.. even make out what Kreig was yelling. Then it hit him.

The iron smell of blood filled his nose, before, the vision whent dark, and he faltered. [******** PIECE OF s**t!” yelled Kreig, pointing his finger towards Rashiel, as, his eyes twingled to the nearby ELF personells about the hangar, one with a steamy mussel upon his sniper rifle. Rashiel smirked, as, he gestured his hands about, pointing to Kreig, “Oh Kreig… my Dear.. I‘ll make sure that the UUSR wouldn’t hear about your little death, humph?, but I thank ye for beinging the… Little girl to my attention. She‘d make a fun play thing to my games… Either being the game of war, a chess board, as she, to be a simple pawn… Or, a ******** toy, where… she‘ll roleplay much for me.. Hehe“ the man sinisterally said with an thick attoned voice, nodding along as a sniper took aim to Kreig.

BANG


The echoing horror filled the hangar, repeating it‘s deathly sounds, as, Kreig faltered ontop the ground, his already shattered skull from the bullet, to be, smashed into pieces upon the ground. Aliek glass he came into this world, shall he return to ashes, or, little shards in that matter. “Dispose of the two… Make sure everything is kept between the lot of us…” the man said, as, he coldly waved his arms to the corpses, having a few men to take them away. He looked at the sniper, and smiled, as the sniper nodded, to his sudden, secret, order to dispose of the soldiers that assisted them in the apparent assassination. Only then Rashiel allowed himself to look upon the girl, whom, was still fiddling with a coloured pen, all along, from the carnage, daydreaming like an innocent child‘s mind. He sighed, “Ah, I almost forgot she wasin that liquid for such a prolonged period of time… No matter, in a day she‘ll be up and running, to be the… little Articulated mind that she is.” he said, having low enthusiasm to the last bit of words. He slowly paced towards the girl, upon the ground, herself curled up in a kitty- alike ball, “Mokou-U-U“ the man said her name, with a smile, emplying the last letter to her name with an extensive tone of voice, alike, a musical sound. The girl then finally pried her eyes from the delectably coloured pen, to the man, her eyes widened, as she gazed into his discoloured, red, sinister, cold eyes.

“Up!” she demanded, extending her arms to the man, he smirked at such a remark, and, with ease, he picked her up below the armpits, and flund her onto his back, piggy-back styled. He carried the light girl, about the hangar, and into the Catapult array room within the base, leaving the crime scene as it were. “Damn, im only glad that she‘ll not recall any of this s**t when she Really wakes up…” he reprimanded himself, as he holstered his hands up her thigh, and upon her soft buttocks, “Ugh.. So tempting, I could tap that ******** peachy p***y all day, whatever, no time for such activities anyways, might as well go to her suite and see what she subconsciously knows… and what have you“ he concluded, in his head, nodding along as they made way down the hallway, and into another hallway that leads into the secondary docking bay, the final bay that goes into the catapult launching area. Giving a regretful sigh Rashiel decided it best to have the girl handed over to the health clinic, on his passing there, to get her, mind adjusted accordingly. There was simply too little time to be wasted. In time Rashiel allowed the girl to be taken care of, by the local nurses, as they gossip about the recent ‘accedent’ in the first docking bay. Rashiel spoke to two particular guards, and had a weiver to be ordered to a particular pilot, about the base, to test the girl’s true skill.

[[16 Hour Time Skip, she awakens from the medical clinic, yada yada, all that bs, she then gets guarded by the two elite guards that Rashiel encountered]]


“Hey Jill- Did you hear?, the new weapon is finally complete!” the suspicious looking soldier said, while taking a nibble upon his plain bread, the other soldier sitting beside him cocks a gander upon him, and sneezes, “Eh?- you mean that supposedly ‘Top Secret’ weapon that we’re not even allowed to know about, or even hear?, Feh, even the Alliance don’t trust their own kind” he snickered, toning the particular word, Top secret, although it was meanigless, Jill then glared upon the other soldier, “Why does it matter to you anyways?” he concluded. The other soldier then threw away his bread in the nearby trashbin upon the hanger they’re within, and tilts his head to the sky, scratching the back of his head in a cartoonish fashion, “Haha!” he laughed, cocking a glare back at Jill playfully, “Well Apparently the ‘Weapon’ is coming this way-” before he concluded his sentence the other soldier shot up from his spot and his eyes become bewilder open, “NO WAY!” Jill barked, and the other soldier smiled, nodding along.

The hanger doors then hissed open, and what came through was of two higgly armoured soldiers with advanced weaponry, between the long light blue haird Danzel with deep orange eyes, a perplexing Mobile suite outfit with different gadgets about it, and glowing orange bracelets, that fit herfectly upon her uniform. They made a slow pace towards a concealed area of the hanger, and Jill along with the other soldier shot up and jogged to their area. They attempted ot get close to the girl, but they were pushed away by the two highly armoured elite soldiers, “HEY what gives!” the soldier barked, while Jill glared upon the other, “YEAH!, we’re one of you. Hmm?!” Jill said, then glancing upon the girl, giving her a wink. The girl’s only response was resuming her pace, not paying any sort of attention to the man, if any response was admitted, it would be a glare upon the disgusting flirty man.

“So baby, You’re new around here?- Gawd damn your legs are so Hawwwwt... No one could resist the Jill meister, get that straight babe~” Jill said, drooling, staring from her thighs up to her breasts, “Damn girl you’re packing too… I wouldn’t mind ******** the brains out you my dear-” Then Jill was interrupted by one of the soldier’s arms, punching him into a distance, out cold.

The strange soldier’s friend then opened his eyes in bewilderment upon the action, and wrested his fist to the armoured soldier. The three mysterious individuals stopped to stare upon this angered soldier, “HEY What the ******** man?!, what’s happening.. I demand to know as an alliance solider” The strange soldier said, bravely to the two elite soliders and the woman. She stayed quiet and gave him a cold stare, while the other elite soldier stepped forward to face him, “02 will be going into her docking bay. You sir are already reported to train this individual as a lab rat towards her given capabilities. Didn’t you get the memo Jack?” he said, tilting his head down to the small boy, placing an arm upon his own hip.

Jack backed off in a startiling attire, and pointed at the girl, “Y-you mean, This.. THIS girl is the weapon? HAH, This’ll be Easy. You’ll pay for Jill’s Injury you SLUT- After we‘re done ima ******** you back to bang c**k! HAHA” he barked out, while stomping away. The girl stayed still, and opened her mouth in awe. She shot her innocent eyes back to a soldier, and he shrugged. They resumed their pace.

The girl then climbed into her personal mobile suite, the other two soldiers dared not to even enter her private hangar. The girl flinches all the buttons and technologys within her suite, although it was second nature to her, in fact it was second nature, it was her first mobile suite fight, and also drive.

GN- 002 Mobile Suite now Active
Plasma Pistal…. Charging… Now active
Artilary armed Heavy Duty Sniper Rifle … Charging… Active
Mobile suite GN Drive active, linking to Nuclear reactor… Complete
Pilot 02, pelase check your moverbility, thank you-


Before the computer concluded, Yuri already flipped down a panel, and tapped upon the apparent keyboard there with inhumane speeds, numbers flashed her eyes as they gandered to and through the screen. The mobile’s suite’s back wings then turnt and moved around, to test the reaction rate, alongside with other joints of the suite. After that was done the screen then flipped back up,

Complete, You’re Clear for launch; 02


The computer concluded, then panels around the girl then flinched to activate, revealing all the views around the mobile suite, she could see perfectly upon what’s occurring around her. She then grabs the two handles around her, fitted for her two fragile arms, she then clicked a small button there. Two large cables outside the mobile suite Flicked down, “GN-002 Launching!” she stated to the command center, thrusting her two hands forward with the handles as the Mobile suite launched outsite the hanger and upon the launch stream. She then shot outside the ship, taking hold of her sniper rifle from her back, while the wings extended down for more power. She then flashed into the deep space, towards a other mobile suite,

User Image“HAHA!, so the slut finally Made it!” Jack conceived, taking up a panel within her mobile suite to see her for a Direct talk, “Prepare to pay for Jill, even if it wasn’t your fault I just wanted to use an excuse to ******** your dead corpse over and over, hehe… your pretty hair will do quite nicely-” The boy ranted on upon his sick tastes, while being yet rudly interrupted by the girl, User Image“Command acknowledged, Neutralize Jack Smith.” she blankly said, “Wha-” Jack said in the intercom before getting cut off.

The girl’s suite then hold still, a large reactor wire connected with the sniper rifle. It was loading through using dark matter around her to conserve through the rifle, It was taking a long amount of time to load, “HAHA lemme see what you got, woman first right?… Besides, I have all the time in the world to wait for the bloody thing to load. Not like she‘s in range, What a stupid girl” Jack said to himself in the abyss of his darkness, The lazer rifle then fully loaded, screeching a technologic tone inside the mobile suite, and it shot.

A large red beam flickered in the darkness of space, it gained momentum, and in width, straight towards the other mobile suite. The mobile sutie was consumed by the fire, and Exploded in a green haze. Someone beeped inside her mobiel suite, she then pressed a button on the side of her helm, “Misson ackomplished 02, now head to the pinpointed Galaxy provided upon your console, once there find a red planet Named Mars, they'll be a dome around the planet but an opening will be provided for a particular parts convey to get in. We'd believe that an alliance or rebel force are expecting those pieces, you're expected to follow that convoy in, do not attack anything, just blend in. I'm sure It'll be a strange new galaxy for you my dear to endure, but you're created to help the war efforts there for the rare materials for our colony to prospire. You know the rest~” the strange man said, words were in the background in amazement, she only heard ‘What a Shot!’ , ‘That’s a new recod!’, ‘Oh wow’, and other related words, "Over and out." she said to her speaker, nodded in quiet and did as she was directed to, launching her drives towards the abyss of space, going towards the directed pin pointed area.

02 did as she was directed, she sought a large convoy in space, going straight into the red planet’s shield, there was the opening, and she whent for it. She throttled her two foot peddles straight into the convoy, and then floated above a perplexing large space ship, a few mobile suites out there with her didn’t seem to see her fly by, nor take notice of her until one mobile suite intercomed to her, “U-Uhm, are you the new guy, Wait you’re a girl!- HAHA!, hey guys check this out!- the new guy we’ve been expecting was afterall a beaut… oh JEEZ am I excited Hey mind if I buy you a drink Aft-” before he concluded the other mobile suites in space shooted their heads to the girl’s green gundam, and forcefully interom themselves into her suite to see themselves, soon enough there was a riote of words inside her suite, and a anime sweat drop whent down her head. She couldn’t make word of what any of them said, so she closed the panels from them and continued her pace with the convoy.

She sighed in relief, and when she opened her eyes again, she grinned as the other mobile suites were floating alongside her in mid space. She giggled alittle, half heartily, and eye twitched as one mobile suite looked at hers and winked, well attempted to wink, it’s right eye was flashing red, while the other was solid. The other mobile suites shot their eyes to the particular flirting mobile suite and gatherd around it, kicking and punching it, 02 Twitched a brow up and looked back to the convoy. She continued her pace with it, going away from the fray of the fight as she entered inside the planet’s opening, closing behind her.

Inside the planet, there was gravity, it was new to her. She simply adjusted her ankle weights properly to make way with her suite, soon enough, she and her suite got used to the strange thing known as gravity. When the large ship landed, it shot out a few trucks, several were collecting pieces from the shuttle, while another was already heading way to a nearby city, she was then intercom yet again bya strange voice, “HEY, yeah you there. You’re with us eh?, never seen you before… Like I care, anwyays follow that truck heading to the city, im sure the other suites will take care the rest of us. Time is money, now scoot!” the rough voice shutted off, and 02 nodded along to his words, she then shot towards the truck and landed beside it, deciding to walk aside it to maintain her speed and conserve energy, the ground shook ,and the diver of the small truck glared upon the green suite as it made way to a hanger.

She then followed the truck as it whent into a hanger, she stood outside with her mobile suite to not interupt his work. Soon enough she saw the truck move out, and she left it to itself, afterall, she only was supostivly to protect the trucks delivery, not protect the driver. Buisness is business, and the other people at the shuttle will not take part of her perplexing behaviours to stay behind from the concealed deal. Mokou touched her mouth and stared at the hanger, closely… From pure curiosity, she decided to investigate there, to get answers upon her new world, and know the community. She was oblivious to everything, even the small thing as gravity, so she commanded her suite to kneel down as the hatch hissed open, a rope ladder flung down, as she climbed down it towards the red dirt. She glazed upon the strange dirt and poked it. She giggled like a child, then she made way into the hanger, looking around in curiosity, and soon enough her eyes met a strange man in the distance, working upon his suite. His suite looks alienated and outdated, but it looked furious. The design of the thing was unknown to her, so she then boldly walked inside and stood before it, staring at it in awe


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"Mussels are only meant to pull, not to push.
In expetion of the tongue and the genitals"

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Obviously Oblivious Curiousity

All rights to the accountholder of RolePlaySex@Photobucket.com, aka, Gundam Kitchen Unit & SexyGundam of Gaiaonline.com

[[Spoiler!: ~~~ She's in a simulation, so none her killings / space travels are real. So next post she's ganna wake back up in the Medical clinic, regaining her Articulate mind and etc etc.]]


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May GOD guide our steel and mind!” a priest battered aloud, meanwhile he jabbered his skeleton- like legs down the endless rows of soldiers. The crusaders paid little heed of attention to the various of priests, and various of cries, about themselves, as their cold eyes continued to perch upon the battle field before them, and the alike minded armies across the poppy fields. “I never knew this God-forbidden alien land had poppies…” one crusadesr muttered, meanwhile a friend of his cackled aloud, manically. The priest continues off into his story book, giving various of soldiers ‘blessings’, ‘God- forgiven passes’ to what sin that they have done, and so forth. Meanwhile all the jabber of feet, hooves, and chatter of priests and other crazed man continued, would there only be a distinctive knight in the front lines of the crusader’s army.

The knight’s eyes glimmered a demonic- like glow, almost rune-like. His massive broad sword resting upon his shoulder, as his helmet remained in it’s single place, staring, upon the opposing army. He noticed a village, just before a random priest came on by. The priest glimmered his clouded eyes to the particular soldier, and wobbled on to him. “Would you like a blessing, or forgiveness, my child?” he asked the mysterious knight. The knight simply shook his head. He kept quiet, implying that he thought otherwise. The priest looked upon the quiet man, with much question to be implied about his old priesty face. “What’s the matter, son?” he asked the knight. He knight remained quiet, not even giving the priest the delight of tilting his helmet towards him for some attention.

The priest then lost his patience, and begun to pace himself towards the second row of soldiers. Just then, the mysterious knight would give his delayed response, “…where I’m going, I’d simply require to come back-” he begun, in a ghost- attired tone of voice. “and no man could forgive in the place of God. If there is any that is…” he boldly continued, challenging the priests faith, if he was even hearing the strange knight’s trialed words. The priest twitched his ear, and heard the knight’s voice. He shot the knight a glare, “Blasphemy!” he cried aloud, as he dramatically pointed at the particular knight.

“How dare you challenge the wrath of GOD, the very man whom channelled his very strengths into me. You call yourself a Crusader?, Feh. Whatever you are, you have no place in this world if you spit in his divine face, if you-” the priest begun to rant on, in pure rage, implying himself as a devine being, before he stopped his words when he realized that the knight twitched his helmet towards him then. The priests legs then suddenly shivered, although a cold shrill would trail down his spine upon his simple gaze. The knight then flickered his hand upon his helmet’s visor, lifting it before he spat in the man’s face. The priest then shot a evil glare at the man, as his hand trailed down to a nearby soldier’s crossbow, taking it up and pointing it at the knight. “DIE WRONG DOER-” he cried, sadly to be yet interrupted again by the knight’s large sword, running through the priest’s flesh. "Forgive me.. for i have sinned?" he elegantly whispered into his ear, before he allowed the priest to gurgle out a mouthful of blood.

A strange gurgling sound from the priests amissed last words, or curse in that matter, would surely bring the attention of the surrounding crusaders. Countless eyes shot, and trailed, between the priest’s corpse, and the mysterious knight. Suddenly a trumpet howled in the air, as the rows of men behind the knight begun to split, for the king, although he was Moses himself. The king, upon his horse, would then stop in front of the priest’s remains. His blue eyes then flickered a glare upon the very figure with the blood upon his blade. “How dare you allow yourself to spill first blood, before me.” the king simply said, caring less of the priests position there, other then uprising moral. He then raised his hand, gesturing it towards the mysterious knight. “Kill the mercenary…” he simply ordered, caring less that eh was a human being.

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As simple as a given sentence of words, the men about the knight, whom were previously his ally, were now transitioned into a sea of foes. Soon to be a sea of blood. A crusader, behind the knight, would then attempt to strike at him. “ARGHH, For the KING!” the crusader cried, meanwhile he swung his blade to the mercenaries’ back. The mercenaries merely stepped aside, dodging the blade, before, he allowed his free gauntleted hand to punch the crusader’s face- head on. The recoil of the man’s flesh, against the dark knight’s hand, spued out dark blood, and biles from his stomach, meanwhile his jaw fractured and turned into a clatter. The knight then fell to the ground, bleeding out of his dismembered jaw, moaning in pain. The battle then rages on. As endless rows of spears from the air, lowered down to the knight, would he lift his large sword, to barbarically swing about himself. A whirlwind of blood then followed, as the bold knight raged himself through the points of spears, and blades. Dismembered body parts then flickered onto the dark, liquid-like earth, before, the knight was shot with a crossbow- in his back. “HAH got the ********-” the man boasted aloud, before, his skull was split in two, and his brains would scatter onto the ground. His head then spued blood like a fountain, meanwhile the man continued on with his injuries, neglecting them, into the fray.

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Piled bodies, and dismembered limps, would circled about the limped mercenaries’ position. As the Japanese army allowed themselves o take the spoils of war, in which the sole soldier won for them, would he continued to have his back laid against his propped sword in the ground. His clouded, souless eyes continued to stare where the Japanese army was previously. Suddenly a Japanese soldier noticed the familiar knight, who won the war for them. He raised his katana, before, he was interrupted by a superior’s voice, [in Japanese] “Let him live. Since we’re gaining gold, and armor, from his spoils, we may as-well allow him to survive.” he ordered. The Japanese warrior bowed in agreement to the surpiror, before he went off to a random corpse. The surpiror merely glanced upon the seemingly dead soldier, before he bowed and took off. Moments went on by, before, the man found himself alone, left for dead, among his previous allies. Indeed it was a surprise that the near- broken man survived, and even fought off an army on his own. Being a mere human with this fact would surely raise a brow. Regardless, being human meant weaknesses, and the man was slowly paying off the price. He continued to die off, until, someone would come on by to possibly save him. Still, the individual who may save him must of have aquired a great deal of healing properties in order to save this near- dead man.

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Location ?: Brill, NPC town North of Anon
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                                Pre-Note: Korn talks through your mind when he's in his demonic form... So when he shows up, it'll explain a few things.
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                                “MY BABY, NOOoo-” A woman shrieked, meanwhile two zombies pulled her body from two sides and interrupting her cry as she was ripped in two. “Ughhh...Grashhh” the zombies moaned, as the woman's remains were feasted upon by the two zombies, would their undead comrades continue their raid and aggressive attacks in the unknown town named Brill. A town that was merely north from Anon, and small enough to not even be located upon the general map. Peasants and knights alike had attempted to push back the undead raiding forces from their village, only realizing that they were the ones being pushed back. In the midst of a battle a voice was heard, “Retreat- RETREAT, Everyone to the town-Hall!” A knight cried out, swooshing his bloodied up blade high in the skies an gesturing the peasents towards the large town-hall near-by.

                                Suddenly all the men woman, and children scurried away, trying to head for the town hall. Panic had reached their hearts, as children and those whom tripped during the retreat were trampled like ants by their fear-blinding allies. “Run- RUN!” they all chanted, leaving their injured and trampled behind. Leaving them as distractions for the undead horde to feat upon. Eventually enough were wounded and dead in the battle field to divert the attention of the undead horde long enough for the survivors to scurry into the large town hall. When all that were left alive were in the town hall, the two remaining knights of their twelve man patrol had then barricaded the town hall's doors.

                                Cries and sounds of grief were then echoed in the town hall, as woman and man alike knelt down to gravel at their losts. “The damn undead bastards even ate me horse, they did!” a knight said to his colleague, meanwhile he continued to barricade the doors. “I told ye' to tie her' up outside Ze' village. But nay, you did not abide. Now- Shu' up, and help me with these doors...” his comrade replied, before the other knight raised his brow. “So yher horse aint dead, isn't she?” he asked, before he pretended to divert his attention to a nearby table to break, and scavenge it's wooden planks for extra means of protection for the town hall's barricades.

                                The other knight nodded, “Aye, Jack - and I be' having a plan too... You and I shall go outside, and one of us is to ride me' horse back to anon, and send help back here. Send help for the saints to hear”. Jack then shot still, before looking at the other knight. “Sherlock, who be the one to go back?” he asked, concerned. Sherlock said nothing. He merely did a double take between the door, and Jack. “We'll discuss the rest of ze' plan later...”.

                                “What- What? - What is this I be hearing. Are our two protecting knights going to leave us now here?” a peasant cried out, meanwhile the rest of the remaining villagers looked up. “We need to get the saints-” Sherlock tried to explain, mecturing the single peasant, before he was interrupted by the peasent. “No ,you Shut it!- Shut it good!- we need your help. Not the bloody saints. I only hear rumorus and tales of the saints. Who is to know if the tales are true?, maybe they're just slack- jawd idiots that spue out fake stories, rather than men of action?”. Jack dropped the wooden planks of the table, and charged towards the villager. Jack jumped at the arguing villager, and forced him into an arm lock.

                                “How dare ye' mock the saints?, Now hear me... Nay, nay, Hear what be outside. What do ye' hear. Do you think this is a time for suggestions? - Tell me!”. The peasant was still in shock. It took the room a moment or two before there was utter silence. Dead silence. The dead silence was then drowned by the sounds of flesh being devoured, bones being crushed, and the oozing drippings of thick blood just outside. There was even... cries of those who were still alive outside. Weak cries as they were slowly devoured alive. “I...hear...” the trapped peasant merely begun, before he stopped his words and hung his head in shame. Jack then allowed the peasant to go from his arm-lock, before his shot his attention back at Sherlock, who was beginning to barricade the town hall's windows. “Sherlock?” Jack randomly asked his comrade. “The residents of Bill, please break and make use of the wood around you. Begin to barricade these windows... For God knows what could defend you before we take our leave”. Sherlock had said, neglecting Jack.

                                Quietly the peasants begun to stand up, and begin to help Sherlock barricade the town hall. Sherlock had then made pace to his ally in arms, Jack. “Come.” Sherlock said, making way to a yet to be closed off glass- window. He broke the window, and looked back to Jack. “Lets go.” Sherlock said, as he climbed out of the window. Jack nodded, and followed his ally. As they came out, would they see that the undead were still feasting upon the remains of the trampled and dead villagers.... Noticing that some were still alive, as they reached out their arms towards the two knights. Begging for help. “Sherlock we must help them!” Jack pleaded Sherlock, as Sherlock shook his head. “No.” Sherlock merely replied, before he made pace towards the opposite direction. Into the dark woods. Jack then ran to Sherlock, “But they're still survivors!” he cried, before Sherlock shot a glare at Jack. “They died once those zombies took their first bite at their flesh... Now, follow me.”.

                                Jack's face then shot into a confusing facial gesture, “Zombies?” he repeated Sherlock, questionably, as he continued to walk behind Sherlock deeper into the dark woods. “You have much to learn, my student. Now come, this way. We are not too far from my hiding spot...”. Eventually the two came about the where-abouts of a black stallion, and a stoned-path road that ran through the dark woods. “Do you hear something?” Jack then asked, looking down the dark road. “Get on.” Sherlock demanded. Jack then looked back at Sherlock, “What?, but how about you-” he had begun, before Sherlock shouted, “GET ON you fool! You have no idea what is coming to us. Now get on, or I'll report you to the council for dis-obeidiance of a leading officer.” Jack shot up, saluted and did as Sherlock asked. “So-so you... also hear something?, after-all... you did say there's something coming for us...” Jack asked again, as he climbed upon the black stallion. Sherlock nodded.

                                Dark whispers were then heard, and grown in volume. Whispers of the dead then echoed the minds of the two knights. “GO NOW!” Sherlock repeated himself, as a dark figure appeared at the horizon of the path. Suddenly two red glowing eyes were seen upon the dark figure. “But-” Jack said in a tarded accent. “RIDE NOW!” Sherlock shouted, losing his patience as his drawn his blade, and slashed the back of the horse's behind. The horse was then starttled, before it ran down the road, opposite to that of where the dark figure was. “I've seen the saints myself... They no need of tales. Though... you... Korn, demon prince of the underworld, I myself would dare not to believe that your own tales to-be true... Even now my mind tries to defy me”. Sherlock muttered to himself, as he paced himself closer to the dark figure.

                                The horses hooves were then heard, growing in sound. Sherlock then looked behind, noticing Jack was coming back. “JACK NO” Sherlock said, as the dark figure continued to walk towards them. “No, this is not right. I will not leave you!” Jack said, before Sherlock widened his eyes, in pure anger. “You and I are NO MATCH for this beast! - Go seek the saints. Go seek them for strength... This is an order” Sherlock commanded. “Death... decay... devour...” the demonic whispers then became co-herent enough for the English tongue. “Go now... NOW I SAY!” Sherlock commanded again, before a chill was shot into their bones. Jack then begun to shiver uncontrollably. “Y-yes, sir!” and with that, Jack begun to escape.

                                “Run little bunny... run... Find me a real match to play with...” a demonic voice cooed into Jack's mind, as he continued to run. Continued to ignore the voices in his head. Sherlock then turned around again, facing his foe. Noticing that the dark figure came out of the shadows for his eyes to dazzle upon his sight. There stood a armored demon, hulking in a 8'4 stature. Skulls, and other trophies were embedded about his various armor spikes. Demonic runes were inscribed into his armor, having them to glow a sinister dark light. Though the most distinguishable feature of him was his eyes... his sinister red glowing eyes that stayed upon him all along. Staring through him as if the demon could see his very being. His soul.

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                                Thump.. Thump..

                                The ground shook as the demon grew closer. The demon continued his pace, vibrating the ground with his stomps, until he was about the length of a young tree-ling's height away from the man. The demon then stood still, as he continued to inspect his challenger to be. Sherlock shivered, as his thighs shook. An awkward pause then occurred. “Shall we?” a demonic whisper was then heard within Sherlock's mind. “Have AT THEE!” Sherlock cried, charging towards the hulking demon, vigilantly. The demon chuckled through the demonic whispers in the winds as the knight came closer. Sherlock came close enough to jump up, and do a uppercut with his blade at the demon's high shoulder.

                                CHING!

                                The blade cried, as it spat out a spark of metal. A spark of life in the battle. Sherlock then ntocied his blade was blocked by the Demon's hulking bulwark of a shield. The demon then slashed towards the man's head. Sherlock ducked, nicking the blade with his hair, before he twirled himself, and attacked the demon's lower back. The demon's blade hummed, as he parried the man's sword with his own. The demon's sword had an eye. It blinked at the human. “What evil-magic is this!?” Sherlock shouted, before he jumped back from the demon, a fair distance away.

                                Korn then raised his sword, picking up his bulwark in front of him. The demon then charged at the man, with a rhino-like stamina about his aura. The man picked up his shield, ready to block the man's charge. The human's shield cried, as the demon impacted it with his own bulwark. Causing a large crack within it, and injuring the human's shoulder. “UGH!". The human then wobbled abit away, frail from the recent attack. The demon then raised his blade, resolute in the battle... Allowing the man to not recover from the attack. The human then picked up his shield, in a pathetic attempt to survive the attack. The demon slashed through the crack of the shield, not having to cut it in two... but also to decapitate the man's hand in two.

                                Blood was spued about, shooting at the demon's armor. As the blood dripped down the demon's armor, and upon an blinking eye, would the very eye swirl around... tasting the blood that has been spilled upon it. “DIE Demon!” the human shouted, as he raised his blade and ran towards the demon. The human stabbed into one of the demon's armor's eyes. “SQUEEE!” the eye cried into the man's mind, as it shout out a green-liquid. Demonic blood. The demon then glared at the man with his beating red eyes, twirling his blade about his own wrist before he stabbed the man though his stomach. The teeth of the demon's blade had made a large cavity into the man, creating a large open wound. The man's biles from his stomach had spued out, as he gurgled out blood out of his mouth. The demon then raised his blade again, “Pretty... Skull...” the demon said in the man's mind, before he had slashed through the man's open mouth.

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                                The man's corpse twitched, uncontrollably, as it fell to the ground. Sherlock's skull was twirled onto the ground, meanwhile the demon knelt before it. Picking it up with his large grasp. The demon then stood up, and placed that very skull through one of his shoulder's armor spikes. Yet another trophy to charish from one of his battles.



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OOC: Any1 is free to control Jack; one of the knights that escaped, in order to determine where the village is, in order to save Brill. This is pretty much an event to come into if you're either blood or social thirsty... My demon does love intelligent conversations. Just hope you dont mind if he talks through your mind. He cant do any harm through this method, though he does lack the ability to speak in human tongue during his demon phase.
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HEALH █████████ ♥- Hungry
► I want some F*cking p***y! *Grabs a kitten, and pets her* YEEEAHHHHH!, I LOVE MY p***y-CAT!
► An zombie-infested town. Currently; Before an adbandoned , run-down, Brothel. Sherlock is currently in front of it... Dancing with a burnt-skeleton.
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                          User ImageA gentle breeze whistled through the debris littered streets of the mysterious town. A crumbled up newspaper with the head-page of 'Hear ye' hear ye' – Oak-vill town. An unknown plague, or it be Necromancy ?!' would have been caught by the wind. Escaping with the essence of nature; towards where-ever it happily skipped. It was, as if the newspaper was some sort of make-shifted tumbleweed in this deserted wasteland; mirroring the atmosphere. A cold vibe was admitted through the senses of the given mind. The air was thick with the distinct and familiar smell of iron. Blood-like iron. The literal dead-silence was eerie; having to mysteriously echo a dropped heart feeling about the gore-stained ruins about.

                          User ImageWithin the horizon stood a dark figure. A mysterious man that walked through the smoke and debris of the littered streets. A strange man that was oddly attired; displaying some of his muscular body in the open. It was man that went by the name of Sherlock. Sherlock Godwin Holmes. His Demonic-like eyes continued to coldly stare ahead, meanwhile he resumed his steady pace down the dead streets of the town. His ears were sensitive; having to take advantage of his keen senses to hear if anything was a-miss from the eerie silence.

                          User ImageAs if, on que, the man heard a sudden disturbance. A sound coming from the store two blocks down from him; to the right. A bakery store with a large glass window at the front. He had noticed that the window was smeared with blood, and gore. Specifically that of biles from the stomach; showing familiar stains of distinct yellows and browns. He had also realized that there was a zombie within the store, staring at him with his dead milky-white eyes. The zombie helplessly banged on the glass window before him; the only thing that stood between itself and Sherlock. He continued to bang on the window, having the glass pane to shake upon each impact of the zombie's dismembered hand. Sherlock had initially ignored the zombie, having to consider that it played no significant threat to him. So the man continued his pace down the streets, neglecting the shuttering sounds of the trapped zombie.

                          User ImageEventually the man found himself in the street; in front of the bakery. He allowed himself to stop, and to oddly turn to the trapped zombie in the bakery. For a moment, the zombie stopped banging the glass-pane between itself and Sherlock. The zombie raised both his hands, and flattened his chest and face against the window pane. The zombie opened his clattered mouth, extending his black tongue to lick the window. Almost as if he could taste Sherlock's smell from afar. The strange man simply stared at the zombie. Peering into his milky white eyes, and reminiscing upon the particular thought that this very thing was once a human. Considering of what the zombie was thinking then. It was most likely; the obvious. “Do you even have a shred of humanity left?. . . Than again. . . Perhaps we're more alike than I'd initially had thought” He thought to himself, as his eyes narrowed into a glare at the trapped zombie. The zombie cocked his head to the side, “Ughhh. . .” the zombie moaned within the shop, before he went back to banging upon the window pane; Unwittingly. Sherlock grinned through his teeth, before he had decided to turn around to walk away.

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                          User ImageThough as he turned, he would notice five. Yes five zombies in the distance, that were slowly limping their way towards him. How did they get there all the sudden? - it mattered not. Sherlock, paranoid had then decided to look behind himself. To see if there were anymore of the sneaky bastards. No, there were only the five. He looked back at the five at a fair distance away from him. Although the walking dead slowly made their way towards him, would his lips slowly stretch into a smirk. A sadistic smirk.

                          User ImageHe then trailed his right hand up his chest. He had loosened up the chained-bonds of his cape; and grabbed hold of his loosened cape. Taking the cape off, would he take his time to fold it as the zombies slowly came towards him. As if he had all the time in the world. After folding the cape, would he use his free hand to open the leather satchel on his waist. He had placed his folded cape inside, neatly. Before he took out a pair of gauntlets to put on. The gauntlets were made of steel and thick leather; the very same kind for fencing. A swords play. Sherlock had then trailed his hand down to his waist, and took-out a cystalized dagger. “Guess I'm doing this old school”.

                          User ImageHis demonic- eyes had then shot towards the zombies. Being merely two meters away from him. He brought up his dagger to his lips, and licked the blade, before saying, “Ah, I can't have you chaps to attract more of your mates. Oh nono. So it's a regret to say that we must. . . tango.” within a silky-smooth tone of voice. His brow then shot up, before he pointed his knife towards a particular zombie in the group coming towards him. “Expect you, fugly girl. I will not dance with you.” he taunted one. Sherlock then, boldly, charged towards the five zombies.

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                          User ImageClosing in, would Sherlock clutch his left hand into a fist. He punched the secound zombie to his right, having to aim his decent towards the other three behind him. Meanwhile the particular zombie fell backwards, bringing down three of his 'comrades' with him; would Sherlock twirl his dagger and attempt to jab the knife upwards – into the single standing zombie's clattered jaw. It was successful, as the dagger dug deeply into the zombie's chin, juttering through his skull. Black and decayed brain matter flickered into the air; yet sadly the seemingly fatal wound wasn't enough to bring the zombie down.

                          User ImageThe dismembered zombie had then slapped the man's hand with his glass- shrapnel'd embedded arm. Having the man to falter back; and to let go his knife, which was still stuck in the zombie's jaw. Un-armed, the single zombie had then charged towards Sherlock... Trying to open his sealed mouth. The zombie grabbed Sherlock's left hand, and tried to force the arm towards it's mouth. Sherlock clutched his right fist then, and up-cutted at the zombie's jaw. Sherlock uppercutted the zombie's jaw, having to force his stuck knife to flicker upwards and split the zombie's head in two; meanwhile his dagger flickered into the air into a twirl of blood.

                          User ImageAs the zombie's corpse had allowed it's grasp to let go of Sherlock's left arm, would he grab his Bloodied- up knife in mid air. As if on que, one of the fallen zombies had got up and charged at Sherlock. It was that ugly-F*cking zombie that he teased earlier, having Sherlock to just notice it's gigantic beer-belly. He grinned, and had figured to utilize the female zombie's beer-belly to his advantage. Upon closing in, would the zombie swing her arms around Sherlock. Although she had hugged Sherlock, would he clutch down and kneel. Getting out of her hold, and to come face-to-'face' with her beer belly. Sherlock then lowered his knife, and sliced the girl's ankles. About her tendons. As the knife bit through the girl's tendons, would Sherlock jolt his left hand towards the girl's beer-belly.

                          User ImageThe sudden punch of the man's hit to the girl's beer belly would have then send a shock to the girl's bloated liver; above the stomach; bloated from alcohol poisoning, which most-likely derived from it's 'previous' life. The blow caused a temporary stun. The female zombie was then helpless to the shock, being dead or not the 'domino' effect of the man's punch would had stunned the dead girl. After Sherlock was done cutting the girl's other ankle's tendons, would the zombie helplessly falter back upon her back. After doing his dirty deed, Sherlock rolled to his side; dodging one of the remaining zombie's grab.

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                          User ImageAfter rolling a fair distance away from the three that were still standing, would Sherlock allow himself to catch his breath. Meanwhile Sherlock panted, he had re-considered his irrational idea to fight with the undead. Surly enough, at the corner of hi eye, would he had notice that more of the undead were pouring into the streets around him. Being attracted to the noise that he made, earlier. With little choice, would Sherlock retreat towards the near-by brothel, and climb up the wall that surrounded it. Sherlock climbed up the wall, and made it to the other side. Finding himself about a strange brothel's horse lot. A strange... dark lot. Merely illuminated by the lights of the brothel near-by. Wait, a brothel with a given light inside?. Ever-so curious, would Sherlock's demonic- like eyes had then shot towards the illuminated brothel. He raised a brow, obviously confused as to what he saw. He believed that he may have, indeed, seen lights inside the brothel. Even so, his keen-sense of hearing would also give off a 'spider-like tingle'.

                          User ImageHe thought that he had heard people talking inside the brothel. He then begun to contemplate the possibility that he had finally snapped. Poor lad, he was rather delusional. Though in time, would the distinct smell of a woman's perfume would had then whiffed into his nostrils. He knew that he was certain that he wasn't just hearing or seeing things. There and then; would Sherlock allow himself to believe that he may not be alone in this world. It was a warm thought to-be had... An addicting one at that.

                          User ImageGathering himself up; would he begin to pace himself towards the near-by corner of the brothel; through the dark horse lot. Walking around the corner, he found that he coincidentally now upon the very side with the entrance of the brothel. Alike a curious fire-fly towards man-made light; would Sherlock be helplessly drawn closer to the entrance of the brothel. It was obvious that Sherlock ignored the elements of one's common sense. Although a particular thought has crossed his mind; that if he appeared out of no-where to startle the survivors inside with a greeting, would he have a great possibility of being filled with lead. Would he still continue to accelerate in his pace, eager to see a possible friendly face.

                          User ImageClosing in the brothel's entrance, would Sherlock bring himself to open the illuminated door. Suddenly a recently burnt-out skeleton slid right out of the darkness of the brothel, and collapsed into Sherlock's waist. The man vividly blinked at the skeleton, before his lips slowly stretched a smirk. An idea crossed his twisted mind. The 'crow-man' picked up the skeleton by it's clattered and dismembered hands, and lifted the light frame up.

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                          User ImageHe noticed that the skeleton had a shiny silver-pendent, around it's neck. Sherlock left it there, as he begun to slowly dance with the skeleton. Sherlock lead the skeleton, leaving his left hand from the skeleton's right, placing it upon the skeleton's waist. He rose his right hand with the clattered skeleton's left up high. He stepped back with his right foot, then his left foot to a strafe left. He then placed his two feet together. Sherlock then raised his right knee, forcing the skeleton's thigh to pivit to the left, meanwhile Sherlock twirled and continued to lead. After he twirled in a circle, would he lean down-wards, with the skeleton in his arms.

                          User ImageCausing the skeleton to bend it's spine back, in a dramatic pose. Sherlock then slowly trailed his right hand with the skeleton, slowly trailing the skeleton's hand to his buttocks. Sherlock grinned, “Oh you naughty girl ♥” he had cuued to the skeleton, before he stood up-right with the thing in his hands still. He continued to tango with the given skeleton in front of the brothel, although he had forgotten why he was there in the first place, or cared as to how he got himself into such a strange predicament.

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                        Paku paku paku

                        The sound of steady foot-steps echoed the quiet market-place. A quaint little square; where the few towns-folk gathered to exchange droll, yet perfect words to their fellow friends of their lives. Their daily peaceful lives. The strangely attired European man continued to steadily pace himself down the streets, peering into the passing store-windows. He smelt the fresh scent of freshly baked bread. His ear flickered up as he heard the gentle-breeze to whistle down the single clean street; breathing in life within the dead leaves; Making the leaves to dance, and the rose-blossoms to sway a wave of hello.

                        Within the horizon of the street was a single man, running towards the European. As the mysterious figure continued to run, in such haste; would he attract the few peaceful villager's eyes as he passed down the market-square. Eventually the mysterious figure came into view of the Eurepeon man. A skinny looking twelve- year old by the name of Kyu. Kyu inevitably came before the Eurepeon, bowing before him as he grasped his own knees. He panted, and weeved. Trying to get some breath into him. “... Kyu. What do you want?.” The European asked, within a silky- smooth tone of voice. “Aquilo... A-aquilo... Phew. OK, caught me' breath I dids” Kyu replied, in a questionable manner before he straightened his back and nodded respectably at Aquilo. He extended his skinny hand, offering a small letter to Aquilo. “Here, it's for you. From the eldars of the village” Kyu said.

                        A dramatic pause had then occured between the two. Aquilo's angelic-like eyes had slowly turned down to the letter, staring at it. Showing no change in his facial expressions, would he ask, “...What is it about, Kyu.” he asked. Kyu shrugged, “Beats me; but the elders kept talking about their 'numbers to twingle down'. Also something to-do with juristic measures. Though before I gots' to hear more, they kicked me out of the town-hall, and asked me to wait outside for them. Sooner or later, Gramps' came out and asked me to deliever to letter to you. Parculiar, eh?” Kyu answered, as he offered the letter again to Aquilo. Aquilo nodded, “For once I agree with you, Kyu.” he begun, as he extened his hand and accepted the letter. He then trailed his left hand down his coat, and took out a piece of candy. He threw it to Kyu, “Here, catch fugly.” he continued.

                        Kyu caught the peice of candy, “Hey I told you to stop calling me that- Though- Thanks Aquilo for the sweets. Now- I gatta' go. Mother is expecting me for dinner; and I'm late! - you know how she's like! ” Kyu stated, as he ran in an indifferent direction away from Aquilo. Waving good-bye. Aquilo stared as Kyu disappeared into the horizon. “Strange kid... Forgot to give him a noogie” he muttered to himself, before he shot his angelic-liek eyes back to the letter. “I wonder what this is about...” aquilo curiously thought, as he opened the letter. He read the letter... though it'll only take him a few moments for him to drop it to the ground. His eyes widened, as a sweat bead twinkled down his fore-head. “N-no... F*cking... way... M-married to her?!” He stated aloud, showing a change in his typically calm character.

                        He twitched his left eye, and attempted to calm himself down. Eventually the European man gathered himself together, trying to figure out an explanation. Any explanation to the letter, beyond the truth of the matter. That he was, indeed to be married with his child-hood friend. A friend that he found to- become more strict as the sands of time compiled. The very same individual that became distant. Distant in the matter beyond his recognition.

                        “I don't get it. Is this a joke?, I mean Renka doesn't seem the type to make a joke. Or genuially laugh. Hell, I only remember'd one time i had her laugh when I was a kid.... Hmph. Though, on the other hand... maybe...” he thought to himself, as he raised his hand to his chin. Thinking more in-depth to this given theory. He then snapped his finger, stretching his lips into a clever smile, “Perhaps she's getting around. Ah, Renka. You have not only finally came to make a joke- but you even tricked me.” he muttered to himself, believing that Renka was the one who joked him instead. Despite her typical behaviourism[s] otherwise.

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                        Aquilo then raised his brow, “I wonder if she's near our tree. Where we usto play as children. Hmph, which reminds me. Why does she hang out in such a place as that? - I mean she hates me and my village...” he continued to think, obviously oblivious to the possible obvious answer to his very question. The man then quickly changed his direction, pacing himself towards the particular cherry-blossom tree that he had in mind. He continued to pace himself towards the very tree that stood between the two rival villages. His own father's, and Reneka's family's village. As he continued his general direction, would he gain passive looks, and raised brows. He was even asked why he was going towards the other rival village, as they mocked it. Though he merely answered them with simple replies. Telling them that he's merely going for a hike this, or picking mushroom that. Eventually He found himself out of the village, coming towards the tree with the slightest chance of Reneka to be about the cherry blossom tree. When he came to the field of the cherry tree, would he even be surprised to find Reneka, from the distance, to lean on the very tree he assumed she were to-be at. “Huh, what are the chances...” He thought to himself, before he walked towards the tree. Meanwhile he walked towards the tree, would he tuck in the memorabilia of her first gift to him; being a locket necklace, into his jacket.

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                        “Reneka, is that you?” he asked aloud, attempting to give off a cold vibe but failing miserably. The man didn't even notice himself to give off one of his rare smiles when he saw Reneka. He continued to walk towards her, until she was a fair distance away from her. He stopped, and tilted his head. Rep-reminding himself that they were rivals, he had then forced himself to look at her coldly. “Why are you near my village's tree, Reneka?” he then asked her, forcing out a cold-tone of voice. He then blinked at her vividly, as he recalled the single question that he had in mind earlier. You know, before he was starttled by her beauty; though secretly keeping his admiration of her within his very confused being. He crossed his arms, and tried to look away from her. Making a dramatic pose before he bombarded her with another question, “Also what's with the joke. Sending me a letter that I am to be married with you. Feh... Just to tell you it didn't fool me, little girl...” within a cartoonish tone of voice. One could tell that he was a poor liar, through his changed facial expression and the bead of sweat twinkiling down his fore-head. He then shot his eyes back to her. Giving her a grin, “As expected from an uptight woman as yourself.” he mocked, feeling secretly dis-hearted with the unessicery mock. Amusingly enough, he did state her as a woman; unlike his previous statement of a little girl. It was obvious that he was losing his place there, from much hesitation of his given words.

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                          Kyuuuu

                          User ImageA cool wind skipped through the opened window, and into the sleeping prince's room. The sounds of chirping birds were then heard, having the beautiful melodies of nature to echo within the large bed-room. The prince, being slightly disturbed by the sounds, would slowly awaken. The prince's eyes shot awide, displaying his demonic-like pupils to the apparent group of servants before him. Around the bed was a maid, a butler, and a cook.

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                          User ImageMeanwhile The prince adjusted his posture, sitting on his behind; the group of servants bowed. The servants then greeted their master: “Good-morning, Lord Sherlock Godwin Holmes!” synchronized, within a welcoming tone of voice. The prince merely nodded to them, in thanks. A butler then stepped out of line, and before the bed. He knelt down before Sherlock, and offerd him a wax-sealed letter.

                          User ImageA dramatic pause then occurred between the prince and the particular butler.“. . . What's this, John?” Sherlock suddenly replied to John's gesture, within a elegant tone of voice. As the prince scratched his eyes, from what's left of his dreams, John would have said: “A letter. From the manager. . . Unfortunately, My lord. There has been some. . . Minor changes to your break”. Sherlock was awe-struck to John's words. He flashed a glare at John, the messenger.

                          User Image “What's this? - Changes!?” He hissed, as he hastily grabbed the letter. Meanwhile Sherlock opened the letter, The butler stayed in his knelt position. Sherlock nudged his head, “You may get up” He mutter'd to John. When Sherlock revealed the contents of the letter inside, he'd quietly read it to himself. John got up, and walked back in line with the other servants.

                          User ImageWhen Sherlock was done reading the letter, a dis-appointed facial expression crossed his lips. He tore the letter in several pieces, meanwhile the maid took out a near-by silver platter, and placed it near Sherlock; upon his bed. Sherlock then put the pieces of the letter on the platter, and looked back to his servants.

                          User Image“Maid, burn the pieces of this letter before me, and make sure these remaining pieces become completely unelgiable. Within those peices is a secret that I desire not to be further written down in our world. Also if you dare to look upon them, for whatever reason, I'll be forced to punish you”. Without question, the maid walked towards the bed, and picked the platter up. She walked towards a near-by cabinet, and placed the platter there. She stretched her hand to a near-by lit candle stick, an rather old fashioned light source, and burnt the pieces of the letter.

                          User ImageSherlock interlocked his fingers with his other hand, and postured a thinking position. “Is something the matter, M' lord?” John asked. Sherlock grinned, and replied: “Yes. Apparently we'll be having unwelcomed guests. Not only that they are unwelcomed, but they are mere commoners; Peasant folk. Probably individuals that are in need of a good bath.” Sherlock's tone was unpleasant. He'd then decide to get off from bed, shooting his legs from the centre of his king-sized bed, to the edge of it. In response, the maid prepared his slippers. Placing his slippers beneath Sherlock's feet. As if, on que, Sherlock dropped down as the maid placed the slippers beneath himself. Having to slip his feet inside his slippers.

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                          User ImageHe throw the bed-sheet off himself, revealing his nude, pale, though muscular body. Fine lines of his curvature were displayed, outlining his powerful pecks, six-pack abs, and bulging biceps. Even so, the pirnce's own behind seemed to be carved by the Gods themselves . “I'd like to prepare myself. For the guests arrival. Although I dislike this change of events so, I'd assume that this little. . . charade is not as pleasurable for the guests; themselves. So I may as-well act mature, and swallow the entire change in it's entirety”. Sherlock's rant caused his servants to applaud for him, “How noble of you, sir!” The maid complimented him, brown-nosing her master. Sherlock nodded, and gestured with his right hand. “I do what I can, to become the idolistic figure of a true gentleman. Even if it means to sacrifice my wants, for the needs of others.”. Sherlock turned himself and looked upon his servants. “Dis-missed. Today I'll be dressing myself, by myself.”. The servants bow'd down, and left his room. One by one, within formation of a straight line.

                          User ImageInevitably, Sherlock dressed himself in his morning attire, with several boquet of Red and white Roses in his hands. Enough for all the guests to come. He paced himself out of his room when he was pampered, accordingly. He made way down the stairs, the corridors, and found himself before the entrance hall. He had simply made himself welcomed to a near-by red coach, and sat down. He'd then place his boquests formly near-by, Awaiting for what's to come. “Feh, I wonder if commoners like Roses. Do they even know the scent of such flowers? - Or perhaps they've grown accustomed to skipping the delicatcies of a bond, and dive straight into sex, with indifferent partners here and there about. Like a slut collecting as many men and stds she could, without the knowledge of the pureness of one's virginity . . . Neglecting the obvious, like an oblivious fool, until they are to pay in their laters years to come. . . I suppose i'm thinking too much, though I still certaintly hope one of them are able to keep up with a conversation, without blattering nonesense.” Sherlock mutter'd to himself, already prejudging what outside girls, from royals, liked or not. Indeed, the prince was fairly suspicious of common girls – especially given the rep-reminded fact that this'll be the first encounter with commoners in his life.




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                      Kyuuu

                      User ImageA soothing wind skipped into the velvet-blanketed cathedral, causing leaves and other debris to dance in it's wake. Somewhere within the mysterious, dark cathedral's large pillars, and time-defying carvatures, was a single priest. The priest dragged his baggy, snow-white robes, down the cathedral's interior, meanwhile his attire grew less and less pure than it was before. A crimson spulch was then apparent beneath the clutching priest's fist, upon his stomach. The old-man's eyes grew heavier by the moment, feeling the sting of his tired body to finally grasp on hold of his very soul.

                      Dapu... Dapu

                      User ImageDroplets of blood begun to drip down the priest's robes, though despite his obvious wound, the old-priest continued his aimless path down the cathedral. Only then an apparent dark figure arose from the priest's shadows, creating a tangible form about himself. The dark and mysterious figure came out of the shadows, drapped by an indifferent color of attire; that of jet-black robes. A color that mirror'd the figure's intentions. The dark figure's devilish-golden eyes shot towards the priest, as they narrow'd in delight. The mysterious figure had merely decided to follow the injured priest, as he sadistically watched the priest's pain from a given distance.

                      “. . . Y-you coward-”

                      User ImageThe priest suddenly spued out, with a hand full of blood, from his dry mouth. The dark figure had not replied to the man's bold words, as he continued his pace behind the priest. Watching the old-man to continue his shaky walk. Inevitably, the old-priest collapsed to his knees. The priest shot his head down, and coughed out a black-ooze. Given a moment or two, the priest then tilted his head to the side, to catch a glimpse of the dark figure behind himself, from the side of his angelic-like eye. The priest conjured up some of what's left of his strength, to ask,

                      “Why m-must you do this to an poor, old man as I?”

                      User Imagewithin a stuttered tone of voice. The dark figure behind the man implied no change in language, either tongue or body, for a good minute or two. Time in which felt like an eternity to the priest, What was soly sensed was of the dark figure's sadistic vibe, and his demonic aura.

                      “-TELL Me why are you doing this to me ?!

                      User ImageThe priest usurped what's left of his strength to command the demon behind his back, before he fell down onto his chest. As the priest panted for air, for strength, and for life, the dark figure walked beside the priest's body. The dark figure had lightly kicked his left foot, forcing his foot beneath the priest's frail body, to flip the priest upon his back; instead. He had allowed the priest to look with his very own eyes into his masqued face, making him stare, obliviously, into his obvious state of mind – from behind his devilish-like eyes. Although those very same gloves of gold were a window into his twisted mind.

                      “. . . Should there be a reason?”

                      User ImageThe devil had finally spoke, in a cold yet strangely arousing tone of voice. The figure smirked behind his mask, caring less that the man could not see his face. What he simply had wished to reveal to the poor-old priest was of his intentions with him, anyways. The dark figure twitched his head towards a near-by metal candal stick. The dark figure had the ndecided to walk towards the candle stick, stepping over the priest's drapped hand as he done so. Upno arriving to the metal candal stick, the dark figure had then grabbed hold of it.

                      “I know ye, Aquilo. Ye' faithless coward. Although ye' do not have any Faith in God – Judgement will come. Mark me, I swear, Judgement will-

                      User ImageThe priest begun to preach to the demon, meanwhile the priest felt his throat to dry, his eyes to burn, as if he were about to cry. . . Before he was interupted by Aquilo's sudden, yet soothing tone of voice,

                      “You have me wrong, priest. I do believe in God.”

                      User ImageAquilo begun, meanwhile he walked toward's the priest's body, dragging the metal candal stick behind himself. Hearing the metal of the candal stick to cause friction with the white marblled floors below. A delightful pitch, almsot hormornial. When Aquilo was a mere foot away from the priest's body, he had reminisced about God's sadistic behaviours to watch his creations suffer, before the demon had continued with his previous words,

                      “But I hate him ever so much.”

                      User ImageHe had concluded. As the priest opened his mouth again, he was only to-be interupted yet again... By a strange metallic ching into his jaw. The priest's clattered jaw swung awide, flickering black gue and crimson blood-alike across the gore'd white-marbled floors. Teeth and skin tissue shot about. As the priest's dismemebred corpse twitched, unconctrollably, would the crimson blood slowly puddle beneath his corpse. . . Eating away at any white-color that was left within his robes. As if his very own tarnished blood was eating away at what was left of his pure soul.

                      User ImageDespite the obvious state of the priest, having to already depart from his body, the demon had continued to frail the metal candal stick upon his corpse. Spueing and painting the interior of the cathedral with an indifferent color, a color that smelt like iron, and tasted like liquid fire – that of the loss of innocense.

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