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 Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 5:21 pm
Somewhere across the portal Gale Gentry was feeling a strange sense of foreboding.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 5:45 pm
Harrison did not get the cell phone subterfuge thing at all. His typing speed was maybe at half a word per minute. He saw the picture of kittens, and put his phone up.
Still, he was pretty tired of people being on their ******** high horse about who he lived with.
Harrison's morality-o-meter had two settings Dumb (will get you killed) and Smart (will keep you alive). Murderers, thieves, crooks, ******** it. He hadn't signed up to be a goddamn hero. Good people were few and far between, and everybody else... well, he didn't hold it against him. He'd been a cop. He'd worked on the side of justice. He'd never called himself good.
Sometimes, they ended up heroes anyway. That was kinda nice every once in a while. But it wasn't because of any lurking morality on his part. It was just part of the job description.
Ceres said she had folks she needed to protect. Nobody went to protect her.
As the portal shut fast, there was one guy left standing.
The thing was, maybe Jason was a good guy. If he'd been on the force, he seemed like the type to believe in it, instead of just wanting steady pay and the legal right to jerk other guys around.
Had he and whats-her-face been...? Whatever they were, he had told him to stay put. The danger wasn't over, but he sighed and gave Rep's hand a squeeze. "Gonna talk to shining armor over there."
Harrison walked with purpose, still holding on to B0nez's flashdrive. Jason was hunched over. He grasped Jason's shoulder. The actual talking part, he wasn't so great at.
"Hey. Uh. You alright? Ceres will keep your friend out of trouble. ...That guy's bad news, don't let yourself get distracted by a few pretty words. ...Okay?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 6:33 pm
"That's right, THIRTEEN years ago, not fourteen. Not even a month after the fated day, several Hunters go missing. Hunters that interestingly enough, knew about a very specific mission with an enormous casualty rate. This was the beginning of the CORRUPTION, of being used. Impurity taints. There were many Hunters who were equally sacrificed, all for the sake, unknowingly, helping their esteemed leaders gain more power. How many more will fall for their sake? You may remember some. Friends. Allies. Those who should have come home but didn't. Needless sacrifice. No, thirteen years ago as well, just like then, your esteemed division leaders did not survive, they MURDERED EACH-"
- There was a loud scrape of the table. Surprisingly, the Death lead has stood up, and on a scale of generally furious to extremely pissed off, it was safe to say he was extremely, extremely pissed off. Mark had oddly scattered out of his line of sight, and oddly enough, even scapegoat number two was missing (though to be fair they had made the smarter choice of escaping via portal at that time). "Altruism is convenient." Thankfully Caelius wasn't ready to smash any walls or throw people out of windows something, thankfully he still remembered the entire detonation situation going on. "For each mistake, for each oversight, where people lacked power there is always someone else to attempt to take the mantle. Responsibility. Justice. You forget about-"
-"HOPE!!!" If Hunters were lucky they might have caught a glimpse of their favourite red-head Sun Division leader interrupting what seemed like kind of an important speech before leaping into the air -
- Everything exploded into a brilliant white light thus explaining again why Allan was not allowed to use his weapon in small rooms-
- and the Sun lead was gone and so was every other lead and assistant. Well, except Mark, who had end up getting trampled over, tripped over a desk, and trampled over again. He just kind of crouched there in a fetal position. TEXT FROM ANONYMOUS Main shield is regenerating TEXT FROM ANONYMOUS Backup power generator is active TEXT FROM ANONYMOUS Runic dampener circle is active. All runic items have been disabled within the main shield. TEXT FROM ANONYMOUS V^_^V I SAVED SOME NAKAMA
- "HOW DID YOU-"
"You might have those powerless at your disposal, but don't forget that everyone else on the island is ours. You can't take what you don't ******** own." It was pretty obvious who that voice on the other side of the speaker system belonged to. "At least you served a purpose. Anyone else who finds this amusing, that perhaps you can do whatever you want, to forget exactly what it means to be a Hunter, you forget you are still entirely powerless and any moment you show any signs of defect then you are useless. There is no room for weakness."
- The microphone screeched a bit, there was more strange static and then an oddly hollow thunk-
- And then the speaker system went silent.
At that point the portal in the room flared back to life as Allan arrived with everyone else who had supposedly defected.
Mark gaped. "But-"
"You're kidding me," Sam rolled her eyes, "You think we're gullible enough to believe in loony McLoony Toons and his goon squad? Maybe if you search next to the dictionary you'll find our name next to the word too."
"Now look here," Allan began, putting both his hands on each side, "Just because we faced a moment of despair it doesn't mean we grew stronger from it. What has happened in the past has happened in the past, no matter how dark it is. What is more important is that we use our own strength, not weakness, to carve our own path forwards, and most of all believe in each other. Remember your promise as Nakama!" His exuberant swing of his arm hit Gale in the face, again.
*
Deus Ex was and would always be the Pandora's Box. There was always despair, no doubt, and of course hatred, jealousy, emotions of hate were rampant. Confusion and loss ran secondhand. The Island itself harboured several dark secrets as the inhabitants within. And yet-
Somewhere else, as Deus was being wrapped up, as things were being cleaned up and orders and precautions were taken, a pattern of flowers that looked very much like a dolphin played next to a grave, before being joined by a very sweet, almost peppermint-like smell, followed by the lightest bits of snow. They danced a little bit together and then slowly spelled the words-
- Hope.
The fog lifted a little. It was sunny again. OOC THIS CONCLUDES THE CHAPTER OF DEUS EX ISLAND OF HOPE AND DESPAIR- ALL PLAYERS, even those who "Defected" as you've been covered, it is time for YOU to make your choices what to do next. - Feel free to wrap up your rps in this thread or move to other threads as you wish. Feel free to also write a reaction post as you see fit in the aftermath of all events. - If you posted in this final portion, you get + 1 rp points, and another +2 for going over 800 words. - Did you post over 800 words for this final part? When writing a reaction post, also include in OOC your Gaia SN if you are interested in going for the FREE ALT ARTS/ CHARACTER GROWTH ARTS raffle! I will raffle everyone who posts after this post and have made at least 800 words in this thread in 24 hours from this post!
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 6:47 pm
He decided he needed a vacation.
A really long vacation.
A vacation that did not involve anyone on the island except maybe Bix.
After Allan, his hand still holding Ceres's, a distinctly disgruntled Gale came stepping out of the portal, sweeping his sweat dampened white and gold hair back away from his forehead. He tugged the scarf from his neck (it was too hot), grumbled something about how Allan sucks and Caelius sucks and Mark sucks and everyone sucks and oh yeah his arm bloody hurts like hell now, and promptly looked around for a certain death hunter who had something very important to him.
"Where the ******** is Sam."
[ kurotomato ]
(( edited with gm permish ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:00 pm
She was still pretty much in her dumbfounded state as Gale dragged her back through the portal. A few steps in, she instinctivly regained her posture and walked beside him. What the ******** hell?
"I am... so glad thats over." She said to no one in particular. Like everyone else she too was a bit sweaty from the experience, and found herself tugging at her overly long scarf. Thank god their uniform color was not BLACK. They would broil.
Welp, if anything. Gale and everyone else was...safe? She looked around...yeah. Well, she felt like an a**. It seemed Sam and Allan had it under control from the beginning.
Only they were just a LITTLE weaponless. It seemed Gale was taking care of that though.
[Lilwolfpard]
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:01 pm
Ami simply whispered something in Lex's ear, then stood up, stretching lightly. "Well as enlightening and fun as this has been, I think I'll take my leave.." Ami then did just that, walking straight out the door. She didn't run or crawl, just a simple, casual gait out of the room. She wasn't weighed down by any of this.
In fact she literally did not care one bit about all this corruption and hope nonsense. As long as she could perform her research in a stable environment, she was fine. She could've spent this time reading or comparing literature or harping her trainees to do their work. This had been a waste of time.
[ chimarii ]
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:08 pm
Dakota may or may not have put Caelius on the top of his most hated but actually okay people. Due to the whole intercom incident. With feelings wasted and the tratrious Lifers back, he made a I am looking at you sign to Mimsy and then shouted.
"Me, you, Talk, Bargain. Expect something soon" And then left because he was going to go lie down somewhere.
Marcus got a punch on the arm for assuming Dakota was always after the sex. (it wasn't always sex!!!!!!).
(Nyxtsuki Moon)
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:09 pm
At the sudden burst of light and movement, Jerry went tumbling back over his desk, Roar accidentally firing upward in a green sonic blast that sent dry wall splintering over his head. When the dust had settled, he blinked at the returned figures, trembling and his voice tight, "S-s-sorry! Instinct."
Brushing himself off, he gathered himself to his feet, looking around to see if anyone was injured or forgotten... he couldn't tell. He needed a nap or a coffee or something. And to make sure no bombs hurt his precious instruments.
"Is... is that it? Is it over?"
[ bilious ]
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:12 pm
As they came back, duckling Solia looked to gale, confused, then worried. She wanted Isra. More, she wanted to go cling to Jason and re-evaluate just where she and he stood.
Because feelings things was hard.
[Vamps]
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:12 pm
Marcus just sat.
And stared. Out of all the things he expected to happen, this was certainly not it. At the very least the defecting ones had been brought back, and a ruse put into place. He felt a bit the fool, but hey. He probably was just going to get a lecture and maybe be stuck on grunt work for a while.
Maybe.
He hoped.
[Vamps]
[IDK]
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:13 pm
"Oh, what was that?" Sam jangled her bag of goods and then pulled out something. "Wow, what a nice ring!" She put it on.
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:22 pm
Rep listened to what the voice had to say with mild interest, it was the voice of a madman, that much was clear, but what he said was no less interesting. It might not have been worthy of rebellion or betrayal but if it was true, it was at the very least exciting. Rep was a Sun hunter though, information wasn't his interest, he left it up to Death to do their jobs, and incompetent as they seemed, things worked.
Cael's words rang true to him, and just as he was getting into the speech about ruthless power, Allan interrupted him. He couldn't even complain, Allan just had style.
Everything was okay. He'd had some undeniable faith that it would be, he'd sided with the winners, sided with power. Those who had not however, had chosen wrongly. Ceres got a very icy glare as she, Gale and the others returned, for Rep it was black and white, crystal clear. You sided with the wrong people, you were a traitor. There were no reasons, no excuses, no amount of love or a search for knowledge that could excuse it.
Rep glanced over as Ami made her acerbic comment and took her leave and was reminded for a moment exactly why he hated half the women on this island, ice queens and bitches wall to wall. It was like being back at home again. So many people on the island felt sour to him, and that had come forth in this trial, he wasn't sure who he could trust, who was lying through their teeth, silky sweet like Sam or smiling like a crocodile like H. It was enough to make you almost give up on trying sometimes, dismayed that there was no hope in trying to earn people's trust, that for every layer you peeled away there was more blackness underneath.
But hope was important. Hope for him had been Killzone, was Allan. Those rare people he'd met who showed that there were individuals out there without the same kind of walls and armour other people wore.
Altruism was indeed convenient. It was also the greatest strength he'd ever known, and something quietly and privately - he aspired to.
(( Baneful ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:24 pm
Gale gave Sam an icy look. "May I have that back," he asked, holding out the hand that was not currently holding Ceres's and resisting the urge to yank Jinhai off of Sam's finger.
"Please."
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:40 pm
Once again, Otto's blue gaze seemed to glaze over. The babbling of the so called O went right over his head. Secret mission? Casualties? He knew about 1999, but not anything that happened after it. Should he know? Maybe, maybe not. All it would do is complicate and confuse him. Deus never had answers. It only ever held questions, concerns and suffering. Why did he still do this, again? Mostly he was fairly attached to the people he cared for. Not much else, aside from his seething fear and hatred of the Horsemen. Preventing the Apocalypse? Worth the pain, headaches and nightmares. Conspiracies and finger pointing could shove a sock in it. They had way more important fish to fry.
The blonde teen rubbed his eyes with a grumbling groan. Just another day?
Oh, the leaders had a plan all along. ********, Gale was back.
Bad day was now worse.
[[Gaia SN: Bittiface ]]
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Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2013 7:47 pm
Someone had grabbed onto his shoulder, breaking through the haze of fear and worry. With a slight jolt, he looked up at Harrison, clearly anxious. The older moon was trying to reassure him, and that alone gave him some small sense of hope for Solia's wellbeing. "I'll...." He began to say, then looked the other way. "Manage." He was far from being alright at the moment. He then nodded. "Y-yeah...I'll t-try not to let that happen again..." And just like that, O'z spoke again. The leaders disappeared, everything went nuts once more. This time everything was just... Resolved. Everyone who had jumped into the portal, including Solia. She was back here and more importantly she was safe. "Solia.." He said softly, feeling weak again in just pure utter relief. Allan had gone off and saved them, and was now spouting something anime like and inspirational, but it didn't matter. Inwardly the moon trainee thanked the sun lead.
There was a paused, and a few murmurs. Another pause.
Jason had to stop and listen, making sure he actually heard what he thought he heard. Zanthvos was actually apologizing. 'Thats the first time I've ever heard you say that word. I'm impressed.'
He smiled. 'You don't need to apologize...I was also at fault. I doubted them as much as you did. I just didn't want to admit it.'
Jason then sighed, his head flopping on the desk. His head hurt from all the tension, not to mention he was still anxious for possible punishments due to Solia's actions.
Not to mention he felt like a total moron.
Rolling his head, he looked at the trampled Mark and wondered if he could get some booze of the guy. Getting plastered sounded like a good idea right about now.
((sn: poke mattix))
Toshihiko Two HARRRIISSSOOONNN <3333333333
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