From Chaos Comes Order [OA]

[Zahzi]

Humanity has many common traits that they rarely come to fix on their own volition.

Humankind is very adept at making mistakes.
On August 18th, 2041, at exactly 9:26 A.M., a team of scientists unleashed upon the world an Event, known only as 'The Incident'.
The very Earth shook as an unknown energy source was set free. The energy known now as the 'Helios Strand', seeped across the globe at an alarming rate.

For one hour, the entire planet was covered in a bright, glowing fog.

While no one was killed in 'The Incident', lives were changed completely.
The 'Helios Strand' only affected ten percent of the human population.

This ten percent took on an evolution completely unheard of outside of fiction.
Strength, Speed, Flight. Only the tip of the iceberg of what changed with these people.
And not one person was the same as the next.

Humans will almost always fear what they cannot, and will never bother to understand.

Almost one year after 'The Incident', those left unchanged by the 'Helios Strand', while in admiration of the great deeds done by the 'Helios-Afflicted', they were also appalled and horrified by the transgressions done by those who were less-than responsible with their new talents.

Thus, a single organization was made, Afflicted, and Unafflicted alike.
'Order'.
An attempt to rally support from those with pure hearts, as well as to preform the job of detaining those with evil intent.
And for awhile, it did its part, making the world a normal place.

But with new blood, new ideas stir. More than twenty years have past since 'The Incident', and 'Order' has become something...Different.

It has become a tool to be used by its newest chairmen, Clive Harvey, in his own envisioned state of 'Order'.

The Afflicted are now rounded up like cattle, and are given two choices, Obey or Die.
The Unafflicted, while mostly left alone, are commonly brought up seeing any Afflicted not apart of 'Order' as a parasite who needs to be put down.

Little hope stands for anyone who thinks differently.

The Human Race only truly understands the concept of Strife, and War.

The year is 2065. Conflict has found its way to 'Order', as a new Organization appeared overnight.
As if in spite, it was named 'Chaos'.

Their very discovery first appeared with a note nailed into the door of Order's main HQ.

"Dogs of Order.
Embrace the Coming of
Chaos."

Very little is known about this new Organization, save that many Afflicted unaffiliated with 'Order' flock to it.

And it is clear neither Organization will ever know peace while the other exists.
Much blood has already been spilt on both sides. 'Order' will kill any even suspected of being affiliated with 'Chaos', and 'Chaos' seems to have ways of infiltrating 'Order' to the point of attempted assassinations of the Chairmen.
Five have already occurred.  

[Zahzi]

ORDER

The majority of the information on Order is accessible to nearly anyone.
Only certain bits of information require clearance high above that of a civilian.

Most Staff of Order go by rank and last name, much like any Military would do.

The Chairmen, Clive Harvey, is seen as a Philanthropist, who wishes only for the benefit of mankind. Whether or not it is just an act, and he's using it to manipulate the General Public as well as the Organization, or if he's true to his ideals but going at it in an odd way is uncertain.

Order has many Bases of Operations. One in almost every major Country worldwide. Their Headquarters is stationed New York, New York.

The estimated number of Order Operatives exceeds that of Fifteen-Thousand as of the last Census; Only 30% are Afflicted now. All others Unafflicted Soldiers.

All procedures used by Order are deemed 'Necessary'. Nothing more is ever permitted to the Public.

Most Order Operatives wear a Uniform White and Black uniform in order to stand out in crowds.

Badges, ID's, Crests, etc. reveal one's affiliation with Order. All Identification is revealed by the Emblem above.

CHAOS

All information on Chaos is sketchy at best.

Most operatives go under Code-Names, referring to their abilities.

All that is known about the Leader is his Code-Name; Overwatch.

Their Base of Operation's location is unknown.

Their exact number of members is unknown.

Their methods of attacking Order range from stealth, to full-scale war, yet never involve the innocent (One thing that infuriates the Chairmen of Order to no end. The General Public is on the fence.).

Operatives of Chaos wear no sort of Uniform, as it gives Order something to gun for, and because it adds more spite towards their enemy.

How they can identify each other without any sort of identification is still a mystery. There are no Code Words, no Objects signifying it on their person, nothing.

The above Emblem was attached to the note, and has become the only face of the Organization.  

[Zahzi]

Technology

Technology has gone a long way since they Twenty-First Century.

One of the most drastic changes is in Transportation and Fuel.
In an order to keep up with Afflicted capable of flight, and due to the discovery of a new type of renewable fuel derived from Thorium, literal flying cars are capable.
Speed of these vehicles tend to remain at the same as they had been in the 21st Century, as to keep accidents at a minimum.



Military Strength has also been upgraded to counter the power of the Afflicted.
While still not capable of taking on vast numbers of experienced Afflicted, an Unafflicted soldier can now fight at a more-equal level due to 'Titan' suits.
Their size ranges from humanoid-sized to that of a large tank.

 

[Zahzi]

RULES

•No Godmoding unless given permission. (Which, may never happen)

•No killing one's character without permission.

•I do not care about Swearing, and I highly doubt anything too bad will happen to warrant the 'No Smut' rule.

•Send Profiles to me, Zahzi, if you wish to join. No special title is needed.

•I hold the right to add more rules if needed.

Profile Skeleton

•Username:
•Name:
•Gender:
•Age:
•Afflicted/Unafflicted? (If Afflicted, include ability.):
•Affiliation:
•Appearance:
•Background:
•Extra:
•Theme (Optional):
•Quote (Optional):  

[Zahzi]

Operatives of Order

•Username: Zahzi.
•Name: Chairman Clive Harvey.
•Gender: Male.
•Age: 54.
•Afflicted/Unafflicted? (If Afflicted, include ability.): Unafflicted.
•Affiliation: Order.
•Appearance: Clive.
•Background: Clive was brought up to do what was right, even if it was not popular among everyone. And as such, became a controversial figure no matter where he was.
He became the Chairman of Order after his predecessor was found murdered in the streets of New York, just across from the HQ.
•Extra: The current Chairman of Order, he strives to bring humanity to a new age of peace. Even if this means that many are left in shambles, or in shallow graves.
Clive never leaves the Order HQ in New York, and only communicates via phone, or video due to the constant assassination attempts as of late.
•Theme (Optional): N/A.
•Quote (Optional): "Our approach may be unforgiving, but it is NECESSARY in order to maintain peace."


•Username: Zahzi.
•Name: Commander 'Weiss'.
•Gender: Male.
•Age: 43.
•Afflicted/Unafflicted? (If Afflicted, include ability.): Unafflicted.
•Affiliation: Order.
•Appearance: Weiss.
•Background: Little is known about this man, as all records of him from Order are almost entirely blacked out.
What is known is that he was chosen to be apart of a new experiment to combat against hostile Afflicted called the 'Copy' Program, which dealt with a prototype Titan suit capable of 'adaptation'.

The name 'Weiss' comes from the suit's near-solid white appearance.
•Extra: Known as the 'Hammer of Order', Weiss commands his own group of soldiers to aid him on the front lines.
He cares little for the welfare of others, including other Order Soldiers, and will not hesitate to execute any who deviate from the orders of the Chairman.
•Theme (Optional): Indestructible
•Quote (Optional): "What ever made you think I cared about 'ethics'?"

•Username: ExtraWhiteRice
•Name: Rino Raust, codename: Bender
•Gender: Male
•Age: 21
•Afflicted/Unafflicted?: Afflicted: Rino can bend metal at will, no matter the type or purity of the metal.
•Affiliation: Order
•Appearance: Rino
•Background: Rino's parents were both unafflicted, and so never took part in either of the two organizatoin's tactics. Once Rino found out about his abilities (as well as others) He had to make a choice: Order or Chaos. He was brought before the chairman of the order and was presented a choice: Order or die. Who in his position wouldn't choose order? Nonetheless, he holds no resentment towards the Order, and serves them to the best of his abilities.
•Extra: Rino is a bit cocky, sometimes believing he is better than everyone else. He also loves piano music. He always carries around a metal rod the size and shape of a bo-staff.
•Theme (Optional): Warmth of the Rising Sun
•Quote (Optional): "Iron and Steel will bend and bow, my fair lady"

•Username: ExtraWhiteRice
•Name: Ryan Mulfis "Slasher"
•Gender: Male
•Age: 23
•Afflicted/Unafflicted?: Unafflicted
•Affiliation: Order
•Appearance: Normal:Ryan
With Titan suit: Rino in Titan
•Background: Being from a normal family, Rino developed a hatred and jealousy of those that were afflicted. It wasn't really that he hated those that were afflicted, he just hated the corrupted souls who used it to torture others. He joined Order to show his dedication to hunting those dangerous afflicted down, and bringing them to justice. Unfortunately, this mindset had corrupted him, and now he takes joy in doing whatever the Chairman thinks is necessary. Finally, he was given a Titan suit-and with a few personalizing touches, he would easily keep up with his competition.
•Extra: Ryan is audacious and outgoing, and always kind to a woman in need (Unless she's aiding afflicted or has joined Chaos). He will only respond to "Slasher" when he wears his Titan suit.
•Theme (Optional): Anthem of the Angels- Breaking Benjamin
•Quote (Optional): "Hunt those down that are afflicted; Show more prowess than predicted"

•Username: ~yuki_is_yami~
•Name: Derex Devone Codename: Metanoia
•Gender: Male
•Age: 25
•Afflicted/Unafflicted: Afflicted; Derex has the ability to read people's mind and use their weakness against them. However, with the help of a mirror he can amplify his abilities into making people do as he desires and if he's given enough time and stamina for it, he can completely destroy a person's mentality or 'fix' it.
•Affiliation: Order
•Appearance:Derex
•Background: Derex was part of a very powerful family that own a handful scientific research facilities that ever existed within the country. He was born into a family whose ideals are beyod human comprehension that he had to strive to make himself noticeable to his father's eyes. His father had always kept close ties with the government and idolizes Clive as a leader of nations. So when the time came for him to make a decision to either die or join Clive's cause, he simply smiled and was more than willing to join. His girlfriend came a little later and became an operative of Order.
•Extra: Derex is childhood friends with Cyrene Azymus and they are currently lovers. He's a natural genius with great charisma however he is completely weak on the physical side.
•Theme (Optional):
•Quote (Optional): "Would you like to see ugly side of humanity?"


•Username: Zahzi.
•Name: Grigori Brauhn. Codename: 'Juggernaut'.
•Gender: Male.
•Age: Unknown.
•Afflicted/Unafflicted? (If Afflicted, include ability.): Unafflicted.
•Affiliation: Order.
•Appearance: Juggernaut.
•Background: Almost all of Order's files on Grigori are blacked out. All that is left visable is his name, birthdate; without a year, and that he is the product of the most recent, and most extreme, anti-afflicted tactics.
•Extra: Juggernaut is an amalgamation of both human and machine. A mobile fortress, the man has most noted as one of the more trusted soldiers under Commander Weiss' command. When he is brought into a mission, it is unlikely Order will fail. Much to the Commander's liking, Grigori shows very little humanity.
Twin miniguns, one grafted to each arm, multiple rocket/missile pods along the shoulders, and a portable munitions generator make Juggernaut exactly what his codename defines.
•Theme (Optional):
•Quote (Optional): "If the Commander wills it. It shall be."

Operatives of Chaos

•Username: Zahzi.
•Name: James Campbell. Codename: 'Overwatch.'
•Gender: Male.
•Age: 36.
•Afflicted/Unafflicted? (If Afflicted, include ability.): Afflicted; Capable of assuming control of nearby technology.
•Affiliation: Chaos.
•Appearance: James.
•Background: James was born seventeen years prior to 'The Incident', and grew up among a more 'Fenced' population, in that while many despised the afflicted, there were also a good amount that treated them as equals. This gave him the knowledge that people can be both good and bad, allowing him to tolerate the hateful ones.

When of age, he even joined Order, back when it was a much more agreeable organization. But, as the years continued, and the new Chairmen was found, the once-glorious group soured, and he left, but not before wiping the entire database Order had of all known Afflicted.

After a year of hiding, James returned with his own Organization, 'Chaos'. While nowhere near as large Order, Chaos is dominantly afflicted, and filled to the brim with those whose lives have been altered due to Order.
•Extra: While technically the 'leader' of Chaos, James was never one to sit back on the sidelines unless there was a clear reason. It has also been proven on many occasions his comrades are more important than the success of whatever is in front of them.
•Theme (Optional): Uprising.
•Quote (Optional): "Why is it every time I turn around, there's this NEW problem..?"

•Username: Zahzi.
•Name: Jarid Thompson. Codename: 'Gunny'
•Gender: Male.
•Age: 26.
•Afflicted/Unafflicted? (If Afflicted, include ability.): No.
•Affiliation: Chaos.
•Appearance: Jarid.
•Background: Jarid comes from a family whose history in the military was long as it was bloody, so him enlisting as a soldier to Order at the age of twenty was no big surprise.
While he was in Order, he established relations with two different people.
Weiss, as the 'The Asshat', and James as 'The Bro'.
He held onto his duties for six years in service with the only demerits coming from Weiss (Shocking) due to his lack of following his orders to the letter.
To better fight against his enemies, back when that term was simple, he needed a Titan Suit. This was where James showed up, as normally the Suits were just built on parts. The one Jarid was given had been 'tinkered' with by James to see if his powers could help at all.
Because of the tinkering, he was able to work out any flaws and increase output without adding input, or as Jarid viewed it, 'Sciency Magic'.
Not only had Jarid been the one to help with his suit, the two were also in the same Order Unit under Weiss' command.
Neither of them got along with their CO...
When Order began to sour, he remained after James left for a few years, until Chaos appeared. Seeing as Weiss was making every attempt to either discharge him or worse, he defected on the battlefield.
•Extra: Jarid is one of the very few Unafflicted that works for Chaos on the battlefield. Albeit, before he switched sides, he 'forgot' to return his Titan Suit.
He seems to have a tangent for unpredictable behavior when either bored or put off...Both happen a lot...
•Theme (Optional): Carry On.
•Quote (Optional): "Just because I don't have some shiny power to make your head explode by coughing DOESN'T mean I'm gonna let these idiots show me up!"


•Username: Enshara
•Name: Freya Dergunri; Codename: 'Songstress'.
•Gender: Female
•Age: 21
•Afflicted/Unafflicted? (If Afflicted, include ability.): Afflicted, her voice can be used as a weapon. If she starts to sing she can do several different things. She can put her enemies to sleep, paralyze them or even have them meet their maker but the last option is straining upon herself as it does require concentration as well as not being interrupted. Freya is able to sing without causing any effects as well, this ability can be activated at will if she so chooses it to be.
•Affiliation: Chaos
•Appearance: Freya
•Background: Freya was raised from a very well off family. Some of them were born Afflicted while others weren't. Those that were born Afflicted were often hidden from the outside world and taught almost militaristic ways of protecting themselves. Freya was taught how to wield a sword should she not be able to use her 'gift' as her family called it. She had heard about Order as she was growing up but had no intentions of joining it. When rumors of another organization called Chaos rose, she jumped on the opportunity and joined, believing that is where she belonged.
•Extra: Freya is normally quite but when she speaks its very soft and at times can be hard to hear, at least in a loud room. She is a cheerful person once you get to know her and quite protective as well.
•Theme (Optional): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MO60ahwc8FI&list=PLjoegN5s8O78gmWDS1dc7j_c6iPuPW7RW
•Quote (Optional): "Do not cage the bird or you will never hear the beautiful song that it has to sing for you."

•Username: Enshara
•Name: Rytx Codename: Knight
•Gender: Male
•Age: 24
•Afflicted/Unafflicted? Afflicted. I am able to call any weapon I wish to my side in order to fight. Although I mainly have a sword at my side at all times, so it normally isn't necessary to call a weapon to me. A side effect of this is that I can reinforce, strengthen the chemical compounds of the weapons I call to do to have them do things they wouldn't ordinarily be able to do. For example, my sword is able to cut through almost any kind of material currently made today.
•Affiliation: Chaos
•Appearance: This is me
•Background: I was knocked out cold and placed in a coma after the incident. When I came to I found that I was in the Dergunri household. A young woman named Freya had cared for me while I was out. To repay the kindness I became her bodyguard. This was done much to her dismay.
•Extra: I have trained every day since I woke from the coma and because of this I have gained a few little tricks. I am extremely quick on my feet and am able to hide with in the shadows so well that its very hard to detect that I am there.
•Theme (Optional): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v9qa2LQroh0&list=PLF1124DF8AEE66BE7
•Quote (Optional): "Do you really want to make an enemy of those stronger then you?"

•Username: ExtraWhiteRice
•Name: Veerus Xander "Skulker"
•Gender: Male
•Age: 22
•Afflicted/Unafflicted?: Afflicted; Veerus can travel through shadow/darkness and see in the dark. It's a process much like teleportation, but he must have shadow/darkness for it to work.
•Affiliation: Chaos
•Appearance: Veerus
•Background: It was not hard for Veerus to evade the authorities, especially with his ability to travel through shadow. His father shared the same abilities as he, though eventually, everyone gets captured. His father was executed because he refused to pledge to The Order, and Veerus easily grew to hate them.
•Extra: Despite his skulking through the dark, Veerus is actually a very likeable person. He is happy, outgoing, and makes friends easily. He does like to play pranks on even his friends, though he would protect them with his life if the need came.
•Theme: Dark Gothic
•Quote (Optional):"We fear the shadows, use them to hide; there is no solace for the fear inside"

•Username: ~yuki_is_yami~
•Name: "The Berserker" Cyrene Azymus
•Gender: Female
•Age: 23
•Afflicted/Unafflicted: Afflicted; Cyrene's level of rage is capable of heightening the length of her abilities. When her mood is somewhere normal to irritated, she has only her superhuman. However when she goes up to the peak of her anger, she is engulfed in blue flames that can set a whole building on fire. If the flames were to appear at it's hottest temperature. She can't last any longer than a few meager seconds as she would burn in her own flames.
•Affiliation: Order (Although she isn't really fond of them.) Chaos.
•Appearance: Cyrene
•Background: Cyrene came from a unique line of soldiers and spiritual leaders. She lives in a house of 7 male unafflicted brothers who protects her dearly, regardless of whether they are older or younger than her. They forbid her into getting involved in the fire between Order and Chaos. But when she learned that her boyfriend was getting involved with Order, she couldn't stand by. She became an operative there as well. She doesn't trust Order and firmly believes that nothing would come out of it. She joined to keep Derex safe at all cost and if ever the Order were to go against him, she would do whatever it takes to protect him.
•Extra: Cyrene is childhood friends with Derex and they are currently lovers. Hacking and drawing is one of her non-afflicted capabilities.
•Theme (Optional): How Far We've Come
•Quote (Optional): "I'll kill you!"


•Username: Zahzi.
•Name: Jack Caymen Codename: 'Firestarter'.
•Gender: Male.
•Age: 32.
•Afflicted/Unafflicted? (If Afflicted, include ability.): Unafflicted.
•Affiliation: Neither; Ex-Order. Chaos.
•Appearance: Jack.
Armored Jack.
•Background: Jack was once a diligent soldier to Order. He even rivaled Weiss in his sense of duty to the cause. It all began to crumble though, after various 'Black Orders' were issued to the old Lieutenant.
There would be no proof of what he had done, as the papers along with the areas of operation were burned to ashes long ago.
These 'Black Orders' changed Jack. Where once he was seen as a role model for new recruits, he became more of an outsider to his own branch before finally snapping- Setting an Order base ablaze. Most believed he burned with the building, but he has been rumored to have been spotted recently.
•Extra: Jack's Titan suit is built specifically for fire-warfare. The two SMGs he carries uses White-Phosphorus rounds that are fed to him from inside his suit leaving little to no chance of running out of ammunition.
The two large pods on his back are neuro-linked to his own thoughts. They move as he wants. Their primary function is as a jet-pack capable of sending him speeding forward or upward. It can also be used to set an entire area ablaze in mere moments.
•Theme (Optional): My Songs Know What You Did In the Dark.
Wildfire 1,2,3.
•Quote (Optional): "It's cold....It's all still cold..."

Neutral Party

•Username: Zahzi.
•Name: Mistwalker Morris.
•Gender: Male.
•Age: Unknown.
•Afflicted/Unafflicted? (If Afflicted, include ability.): Yes.; 'Mistwalking': His body can break apart and disappear without a trace, leaving him in a smoke-like form. This can be used for either infiltration, escape, and, on a few occasions, a very unpleasant way to meet your maker..
Shooting when he's dissipating seems to have no affect.
His power also seems to be able to affect his appearance as well, as his normal attire seems to be a fabrication.
•Affiliation: None. Prefers to be in it for himself.
•Appearance: Morris.
•Background: Moris' appearance, and very existence for that matter, came to be known within only a few months. Showing no allegiance to either side, he has little stake in the matter in front of the world's changing times, yet has a certain desire in seeing to the spoils.
All that can be pieced together for his background goes off speculation, mainly believing him to hail from the UK, due to his attire and accent...And his theatrics...
•Extra: Morris has a more than irrational penchant tendency for the Theatrical, making interacting with him a very odd person to interact with, if you are even capable of it.....
•Theme (Optional): Renegade.
•Quote (Optional): "Mistwalker Morris, at your service! Thief, Assassin, PLAYBOY!"


•Username: ExtraWhiteRice
•Name: Aria "Sparrow" Ravenloft
•Gender: Female
•Age: 20
•Afflicted/Unafflicted?: Afflicted; Aria's affliction includes a mutation. Her entire family has wings that could be described as the wings of an angel. She is also able to grow her own bones outside of her skin, harden them, and shape them to use as weapons.
•Affiliation: Neutral
•Appearance: Sparrow
•Background: Aria's family is completely loyal to the Order, however does not serve them. They help out when it is required of them, usually acting as spies. Aria was given a choice. To the order's faces, she said she would serve them. As soon as she got out of the building, however, she took off, never reporting in again. She doesn't know which side of this war is supposed to be the "good guys," so she only helps a side when she feels like it. More recently, she has given the people of Chaos some information about some members of the order.
•Extra: Aria loves her wings, but hates to use her other ability. She is easy to laugh, and very easily swoons at flirtation, will stop it in it's tracks if it gets anywhere close to second base. She also carries around a pair of binoculars so she can see the ground clearly while she flies.
•Theme (Optional): Intervention --Plentakill
•Quote (Optional): "Light from the heavens, a demon below."  

[Enshara]

Freya Dergunri
Codename: Songstress

"Do not cage the bird..."

The house was relatively quiet as a young woman with long silver hair tipped in blue walks through it. She was wearing a long black cloak that was designed in a rather peculiar way. The sleeves were attached separately from the rest of it and she had her hood up on the article of clothing. As she moves, you can easily see the cloth underneath was a white and light blue coloration. Stopping at the front door of the house, she stops and turns slightly as though looking to see if she had been followed.

After seeing no one behind her, she turns back to the door and opens it. Walking outside, she walks quickly towards her destination. She had to make it there before the sun had completely risen and the sky was already showing the soft pastels of color that signaled that time was close at hand. She was not the fastest of her kind but she could still move swiftly if she needed to. Sticking to the shadows, she rushes through the deserted streets that were starting to become full of life.

It didn't take her long to reach her destination and before entering she is quick to make sure she was not followed. Entering quickly, she shuts the entrance behind her. Pushing back her hood, she reveals blue eyes so deep that they almost seemed like two jewels set with in her pale face. Clearing her throat slightly, she speaks out in a soft voice, since she saw no one immediately around her. "Anyone here? Or am I the first to arrive?" she asks in a voice that some would almost swear came from an angel.

[Out Of Coffee:]

...or you will never hear the beautiful song that it has to sing for you."

 

[Zahzi]

The house was silent at the woman's question. Not so much as an echo greeted her words as the darkness surrounding her slowly began to fade from the sun, showing off the long-since abandoned home's appearance for what it was. No furniture, paintings, or pictures resided in this building. Only the shadows of these items remained behind to show it had once belonged to someone.

A faint glimmer appeared in front of the woman. As if it was just a larger collection of dust flowing in the sunlight.

"Huh...Odd kinda person to show up here..." a voice murmured, clearly through a mask of some sort.

The glimmer suddenly came much closer to the woman's face, revealing the helmet of a Humanoid Titan Suit staring her down right in the eyes.

"Sooo, wanna tell me why a doll like you is in a place like this..?" Jarid asked, the helmet tilting to the left.

---

Within the nearest Order HQ, not a single Operative, staff nor soldier, was standing still in the early hours of the morning.
The staff, consisting of Scientists, Technicians, and other essential non-combat personnel, were hard at work either maintaining Titan suits, new and old, or formulating plans for the soldiers.
The soldiers on the other hand, were preparing for any raids, scheduled or impromptu.

Among the soldiers, Weiss walked and watched them, making sure everything went accordingly.

"Remember." he spoke.
"Our job is to put an end to this disease. Capture is optional."


---

Meanwhile, underneath the cities, life in a different way seemed to be teeming.
What seemed to be yet another civilization entirely, one without sunlight, seemed to thrive.
More than half of the people down there shared one thing in common; They possessed abilities that far-exceeded that of normal humans. In their own way, they were working in a similar fashion to the Organization above them.
Many could be seen working on questionably-acquired equipment, while others seemed to be more focused on training their own abilities.

James walked through the tunnels, the lights flickering immediately ceasing as he passed. He looked around at the others and gave a sigh.
A sad thing to see. Humans against humans over being different. Even before 'The Incident' it was still commonplace. But now, it was at an even grander scale.
"At least we have a giant bomb-shelter to keep us from being nuked." he said to himself with a smirk.  

[Enshara]

Freya Dergunri
Codename: Songstress

"Do not cage the bird..."

As the individual appears before her, she shifts a foot back slightly and raises her hands up lightly in front of her, holding them just in front of her chest. "As you can tell I have come unarmed. I am not certain what to entirely say what I am looking for. I am looking for something which could get me killed if the wrong people found out about it. I suppose is the best way to say it." she says as she lowers her arms and tries to stay as alert as possible about her surroundings. Freya was wanting to be careful since she came alone. She did have her abilities but they may not do her much good in such close quarters with someone she wasn't entirely familiar with.

[Out Of Coffee:]

...or you will never hear the beautiful song that it has to sing for you."

 

[Zahzi]

Jarid continued to stare at the woman. After a few moments, he gave a chuckle.before backing up a few steps.
"Okay, I'll admit. You reacted better than the other chicks that came through here." He told her, before holding the side of his head where his ear was.
"It's a good thing this house is soundproof. Their shreiking could break glass. ." He whined before shaking his head.

"ANYWAY. Doll. Why do you wanna piss off Order?" He asked out of the blue.

"A grunt kick your puppy or somethin'?"  

[Enshara]

Freya Dergunri
Codename: Songstress

"Do not cage the bird..."

Her eyes narrow slightly as she pulls her hood back up over her head. "My reasons are my own but if you really must know I am tired of seeing those in my family having to hide ever since 'The Incident' took place and the Order changing into something it was never meant to be." she says simply. "If you wish to know what I can do, let me simply say that I wish to be called Songstress if that is alright with you." Freya was quick and to the point, as well as very short with what she was saying. She didn't know who this person was and was still on high alert just in case this was a trap of some kind. She already had a few different tunes going through her head just in case she needed to start using her powers quickly.

[Out Of Coffee:]

...or you will never hear the beautiful song that it has to sing for you."

 

[Zahzi]

"'Songstress'..?" Jarid repeated, tilting his head in the other direction now.
"What, you make things blow up with your voice or somethin'?" he asked, walking in front of her again and bending forward with his hands at his hips, his helmet looking up from the side to see her now-cloaked face.

"Kinda vague for a name, ain't it? Like having an alias be 'Barkeep' and then throw mugs at people, or-" he stopped suddenly, springing straight up before his hand suddenly latched down on the top of the woman's head, pushing her down to the ground.
"DOWN!" he barked before multiple shots rang through the windows.

"Oh god dammit! They found this area already!? ********' civvies dropped the ball this time!" he yelled as the gunfire continued to ring out.

"Oi! Doll!" he called, looking at the woman. 'Doll' seemed to fit as a name, seeing as she hadn't given hers, and 'Songstress' didn't fit at the moment.
"You better be able to run REALLY REALLY FAST!"  

[Enshara]

Freya Dergunri
Codename: Songstress

"Do not cage the bird..."

Listening to him, she was a bit startled as he shoves her down towards the ground. Laying there she listens to him yelling at her. Rolling onto her back, she sits up slightly and thinks for a moment. "How about I just put them to sleep so we can escape. They haven't seen our faces yet." she says to him loud enough to be heard. Taking a deep breath, she begins to sing the first song that came to her mind which happened to be one called 'the sisters of the light'. As her voice gets louder the gun shots start to stop until they finally completely subside. Standing, she grabs the guys hand and turns around, running farther inside of the build. "If you want to lead go ahead but we have about one hour before they wake up. That wasn't as strong as I would have liked it to be." she says over her shoulder.

[Out Of Coffee:]

...or you will never hear the beautiful song that it has to sing for you."

 

[Zahzi]

Jarid gave a groan, standing up as she grabs him and slinging his rifle from his back as he began to look around.
"One hour, eh..?" he asked, looking back to her.
"Just uh....One problem with that...." he told her as loud crashes were heard above their current position before the crashing got even louder. Suddenly, the ceiling collapsed around them, revealing multiple mechanized automatons.

"I don't think songs are gonna work on things that don't care!!" he yelled, pointing at them with his rifle and moving directly in front of her.

The machines clicked multiple times, staring at the two.

The visuals from the machines were broadcasted elsewhere, near the location of the attack.

"Sir." A man called out, staring at the screen in front of a keyboard.
"The one in front has been identified as Jarid Caymen. Former Order Operative of Gunnery-Sargent Ran-"

"I know the armor of my old, useless rat subordinate." Weiss growled, before looking at the figure behind him on the screen.
"And the woman?"

"No data, sir. The robots can't get a feed on her face yet. Capture or terminate?"

"Terminate Caymen. I don't care about the woman." he grunted, walking away from the terminal.

"Where are you going, sir..?" he man asked, looking back at Weiss.

"Going for a walk." he replied before disappearing.

The eyes of the machines then suddenly turned red before their jaws unhinged, revealing cannons where their mouths were. In inside of the cannons began to light up, charging for a blast.

"OH SONOFA!!" Jarid barked before creating a shield around the two as an explosion blew through the entire room.

Outside of the building as the explosion ripped out, Morris stood on another rooftop, watching casually.
A gleeful snickering was heard from the coated man as he watched the display.
"It's not that I don't like Chaos...It's that I despise that man inside...." he said aloud, as if someone were there with him.

"A shame for the woman...Who knows, maybe she made it out..?" he asked aloud before he began walking towards the edge of the building and disappating into the wind.

As the dust cleared, Jarid had grabbed the woman in turn and was now carrying her over his shoulder as he began making a run for it.
"NOW YOU SEE WHY I KEPT ASKING WHY YOU WANTED TO JOIN!?" he barked as the shots continued to ring out from the machines. Every so often, he would turn and fire with the rifle back towards the machines.
Every time he was nearing a wall, he'd then point the rifle in front of him and launch a grenade to clear the way...And the machines kept following...  

[ExtraWhiteRice]

Rino Raust

"~Build them up with Iron and Steel, Iron and Steel, Iron and Steel..."

"Build them up with Iron and Steel, Iron and Steel, iron and steel--Build them up with Iron and Steel, My fair lady." His voice rang out into the silence. The afflicted of the order were generally kept under watch, though he was separate from Weiss's group at the moment. They were on some mission to destroy a recruiting base for Chaos. Either way, the chairman had said that he wanted to see Rino. It was probably something to do with when he and another subordinate got into a fight-he punched, causing a large dent in the man's Titan. Oh, he had fixed it afterwards-metal just seemed to bend to his will. He didn't apologize, he had fixed the darn thing after all. It wasn't long before he came to the Chairman's door. He knocked three times before entering, bowing before the Chairman as if he were a king.

"You wanted to see me?" Rino asked casually, wondering what this meeting would actually be about. Perhaps a special mission that he had for the metalworker? He was usually called by his codename by other operatives, but he had never been before the chairman himself before--other than when he was drafted into the Order. Would the Chairman call him by his name? Would he know Rino's code name?

"Iron and steel will bend and bow, my fair lady~"

 

[Enshara]

Freya Dergunri
Codename: Songstress

"Do not cage the bird..."

Following behind him, she looks around frantically for a weapon. She had picked one hell of a day to leave her weapon at home. "Again I have my reasons behind it. Where the hell is a sword when I need one." she mumbles. Stumbling slightly, she lands on her hands and knees. It was then that she saw something shine near her. Blinking, she looks around but doesn't see anyone that was familiar but as she looks back she was sure of it. The item just two feet from her was her sword. "So, looks like that person followed me again. Guess its just my luck now." she says with a smile. Getting up slightly, she rushes for it. Grabbing it, Freya turns and remains crouched. "This sword was forged from the hardest metals available today. I've tested it on robots and I should be able to damage these guys pretty well. That is if you want my help. If not then I'll take my leave since someone I know seems to have been watching from the shadows." she says Jarid.

[Out Of Coffee:]

...or you will never hear the beautiful song that it has to sing for you."