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((and finally after 8 months of no roplaying I make a come back for Winget!))

Day in and day out the world is alive. With people coming and going to places to do their own thing. Depending on the day the streets could be filled with people in buisness suits during their lunch hour. Induring in the guilty pleasure of deep fried fries and dripping greesy fatty goodness that could only be found in a poorly made hamburger. Maybe topped off with some chopped lettuce, a slice of tomatoe, and sauce which you'd never ask what ingredints where in it. For fear of your food going on a one way trip into the tolite. All placed between two sesame seed fluffy bro-

With a firce shake of her head all thoughts of the artery clouging junk was washed from the mind. Though that wouldn't stop the grumble grumble of the stomach. Of course the smell of freashly cought fish and salt lingering in the air wasn't helping any. As fishermen brought there newly caught items to shore to sell in a beach side fishermans market. (A word of advice to any one who goes to the ocean, keep an eye out for these place for they sell the best tasting fish around!)

...wait fish? Salt? Fishermen? Beach side?

Where in bloody's name am I?

The wondering woman came to a complete hault. As her eyes darted too and frou as a way to gather in her surroundings. Only to notice that she was close to the Leviathan Sea.

How long had she been walking? She could of sworn that only minutes ago she had been lost in the middle of a forest. Maybe when she had been deep in thought her nose... or perhaps her stomach... had led her to this quaint town of civilization. With out the acknowledgment of doing so. Perhaps now she could make her fantasy a reality?

With a reach in to the pockets. The woman pulled out an astonishing... 57cense.

Oh boy. That will get me a what? A ice cube if I were to be so lucky.

With her mind else where. She so incidently had bumped shoulders with a passer byer. Who incidently wore that buisness suit in which she had been so found of. With a silent sorry from the women. Being her simple diversion of preventing a fight that does not need to happen. Then saying "whatch'it where you going". That only spelling out diaster! As temper's would rise and blood to boil to the point where skin was indanger of melting away.

Needless to say that buisness man; who seemed to be friendly enough. Of course no one would ever be aware that he been weezling money right out from under his boss's nose; claimed that it was his fault in stead of hers, and merely went on his way. Of course only to find latter on that his wallet had gone missing. Finding it in the local 'Lost & Found' with a twenty or two missing.

And as for the women. Well she now could be seen heading toward a small burger joint. Her mind once again lost in her fantasy.

All placed between two sesame seed fluffy brown buns. With a large icy cool bubbly soda. That just moved down one's throat in a way it beg you for more.

Perhaps it is a guilty pleasure brought on by hell, but if it was hell. Then chain her to the wall, and bring it on.

"My word," one of the Port Authority Officers remarked as the fog rolled in, wafting his handkerchief about dantily in the air as if it would repel the mist, "the putrid aroma seems to have gotten worse."

"Will you shut your lug hole for a minute?" the other replied, "Im trying to--Wh-Wha?! AUGH!"

The man didn't even have time to finish his sentence for both were pulled into the murky depths, never to return. Not living, at least. Anyone within close enough proximity to that particular dock would be horrified and confused at the scene, the blood curtling screams sending chills down the back of anyone who heard. Sea wenches screamed, calling out for Port Authority. Others just simply dropped whatever they were doing and ran for it. Several more officers showed up, this time armed, piling into the dense fog trying to find out what exactly was going on.

"Where are Williams and Remington?"

"Bloody hell if I know! I can't see the bloody ship! Bollocks!"

"Hey, I think I--ARGH!"

The hapless port guard only managed to get themselves lost in the mist, as they slowly each fell prey to the undead marauders.

The prosperous Port Town of Latent, well known for its seaport and for its close proximity to Leviathan Stadium. It was a thriving town of fishermen, merchants, and also the home to several fighters that frequented Leviathan Stadium before the events that nearly wiped the Stadium clear off the face of the planet. But through the tragedy, the citizens remained strong and hopeful that their stadium would soon be back up and running in its former glory. However, things were happening below their feet each and every day that they knew nothing about. Deep in the underground network of caves and tunnels that sat under the port town, dark and shady businesses were taking place. It was deep in these tunnels that Marchiko Labs had created Site B.

Marchiko Labs originated in the town of Durem, and had risen to the public eye with their first major experiment for promising medical advances by using animal DNA. However, shortly after the creation of their experiment, the subject escaped and ran off. Ever since then, the Labs had more or less retired from the eyes of the public as more interesting news came into light. The CEO of Marchiko Labs, a Mister Chaire Mann, was determined to find and capture their lost reaserch to continue testing. Over the years, this had proved to be an almost impossible task from the company's original location in Durem. This forced the company to look into its expansion. After several months and years of searching without finding their lost research, the CEO finally decided that it might be best to expand first to secure the company's financial situations, as well as keep looking for the escaped specimen.

Several sites were looked into as a possible seccondary location. Barton Town was a candidate since a large majority of people traveled there. The developing Town of Akea was also a candidate for the selection, however construction costs were far more expensive than originally projected. The Isle of Johnny K. Gambino was also a candidate, however, the greedy millionare didn't want to have anything to do with genetic reasearching labs after what had happened at his Mansion Durring his Halloween Bash. Just when the company was about to declare bankruptcy, a starlting discovery was made. Their research had been sighted near the port town of Latent. This news, along with rising suspicions of the company in Durem, was the main reason for expanding into Latent and the creation of Site B. Site B was primarily used for the more shady types of reasearch that were deemed too risky at the original establishment in Durem. Ever since the escape of their first experiment, the GPD had been investigating Marchiko Labs for unjust treatments and illegal tamperings.

Once the creation of Site B had been completed in secret, they went to work at finding their lost research. Weeks of searching and asking around had finally led them to Leviathan Stadium, where it was said that their experiment, now called Madison by the populous, was often seen. The retrieval of such a delicate specimen was always tricky, since a kidnapping would cause too much suspicious activity. So, they waited and observed the experiment wander about, until they stumbled across the next breakthrough in their plans. Over the weeks and countless months of observing, they finally picked up some useful information. The experiment had made many friends in her time at the stadium, and one in particular stood out. This friend was one that went by the name Ryugi Kazamaru. The subject repeatedly spent time with the experiment and had developed quite a nice friendship. But the most important factor was trust. The experiment trusted this subject and would often take his word for advice in situations.

This starling evidence was soon reported to the CEO and a plan was created. The subject in question was a fighter in the stadium, and as such he often got many scrapes and cuts. After a particularly dangerous fight, the subject headed to the infirmary where he recieved madical treatment. It was there that a nurse took a blood sample from his battered body. The nurse then placed the blood sample in the blood bank for later use. However, a few days later the deposit had turned up missing from the infirmary's database. Months had passed since the events took place, and the infirmary's records had been corrected for their error. The blood sample was filed as a miscalculation and the event was never investigated further.

Now, long after the events had taken place, something was happening at Site B...



In a dark room deep benieth the port town of Latent, a scientist dressed in a white labcoat sat in front of a massive glass window. The window looked down into the room below and gave the scientist an excelent view of what was going on. He'd been working for a long time on this project and he wasn't about to let it get messed up now. He sighed and lay back a bit in his computer chair, punching a few keys in on his computer keyboard. The room below was cirular and had a radius of about fifty feet. In the center of the room was a massive pillar that ran from the ceiling to the floor. Around the bottom of this pillar were cylindrical pods of some sort with a clear plastic top over them. The pods were strong enough to witshstand just about anything from the inside. To the right side of each pod was a small display with a screen and a keypad for entering commands and checking on the vitals of the occupants from each pod. Each pod glowed with an eerie green light since the room was only illuminated apon someone entering it.

The scientist turned as he heard a knock at his door and stood up walking over to open it.

Yeah? What is it?

The CEO is here. He's here for the activation of the Project.

What? Now? He wasn't scheduled to be here until next week!

I know I know... But he insisted that it be completed today. He'll be heading in any moment now, just get things ready will you?

The conversation ended as the person on the other side of the door walked off. The scientist then grumbled and walked over to his computer console. He tossed some old papers and things into the garbage and did his best to clean up the old coffee grounds from the coffee machine.

He wasn't supposed to be here until next week... They could have at LEAST given me some heads up notice. This place is a mess!

Another knock at the door got the man's attention and he quickly finished his little bout of cleaning. He then ruched over to the dor and opened it after flicking on the lights.

Mr. Chaire Mann, this is Benjamin Stevenson. He's been the project head on the experiment.

A tall man who looked to be in his sixties came though the door. He had dark grey hair and wore black rimmed glasses. His eyes were an icy greyish blue and wrinkled with age. He wore a black suit befitting of someone running one of the most powerful companies on the Barton continent, and white gloves emblazoned with a black ML. In his right hand he held a black cane with a golden handle.

Ah, so this is the man that they said could run and direct the biggest project since the medical fiasco. Its a pleasure to meet you Stevenson.

Um... Thank you Sir, the pleasure is mine I'm sure. Please pardon the mess, we... weren't expecting you until next week.

Oh its no problem at all Stevenson. All I want to know is if you did what you said you could do.

Stevenson smiled and walked over to his computer console.

Yes Sir, we have. And if you'll care to step this way, I'll wake him up and you'll get to meet him.

Yes, yes... Thats all what I came here for... But... Since when do we give our projects names?

Mann rubbed his chin and walked over to stand beside Stevenson.

Oh, thats not as recent as you might think Sir. You see, it was difficult to keep calling them by their project numbers, so we gave them codenames and designations to keep things much more simple and efficient.

I see... Well then, carry on Stevenson. Lets see what you and your men have done here.

Yes Sir.

After saying those words, Stevenson types a few commands on his keypad and several messages scrolled across the computer screen in green text.

Project Number: 225663

Designation: Ramiel

Incubation Process: Complete

Status: Stable

Initialize?
Y/N

Stevenson keyed "Y" on the keyboard and another prompt came onscreen.

Keycode Required for Initialization. Please enter Keycode.

Keycode:
_ _ _ _ _ _ _

Stevenson looked up from his work and turned towards Chaire Mann.

A Keycode entry is needed to activate the Project, Sir. I'll need it if the process is to continue.

Mann nodded and spoke the Keycode. Stevenson then turned back towards the computer and typed the password.

Keycode:

G E N E S I S

Keycode Approved.

Initialization: In Progress

Down in the room below, the green light inside Pod 1 began to pulse a bit and cool vapors began to seem down to the floor. Stevenson then turned to Mann and spoke.

Now Sir, if you'll please follow me, we'll go down and meet him.

Both of the men then walked over to the side of the room where a large steel door blocked entry into the lab below. With a quick swipe of his keycard, Stevenson opened the door, and both men walked down into the large room as vapors continued to seep from the pod. The room was chilly as the two men walked over to the pod, their shoes clicking along the hard floor of the open area. They soon came to rest at the side of the large pod. All the while Stevenson talked about the project, informing Mann about what he had done to make this one work.

We altered the brain in this one and inserted our own memories for him. We gave him enough combat knowledge to easily control his powers and abilities as well as wield his weapon. We also were able to stabilize this one's DNA, unlike the previous attemps. This means he can maintain this form as well as switch back and forth without any problems. There shouldn't be any problems with taking orders either, since we initially told him that he was to serve all orders given to him by any Marchiko personel with clearance above level 3.

How close is he to the original?

He's exact as far as we can tell. Our observers gave us enough visual data to construct him. The scarring however returns everytime. We believe this is an anomoly within the skin structure, however, it poses no threat or hinderance in anyway. The subject in question looked to be in his early twenties, so we aged the specimen to approximately that age as well. Unless the subject has aged more than ten years since the sample, which is impossible, he will be an exact match.

What about the sword? Did you find a way to recreate it?

Weight ratios and wielding ability of the original weapon did not match any known metal or alloy in our database, that said, this weapon is heavier than the original by about ten to fifteen pounds. Since we were unable to obtain the sword for samples, we had to improvise slightly. The sword itself is made of aluminum and titanium alloys with a ruthenium coating of about one centimeter thick. Along with this is a coating of a highly heat resistant polymer that will protect the inner metal from getting to its melting point.

Durring our observations, we observed that the subject's sword often absorbed energy attacks which were then used in turn as a powerful return hit by the wielder. We do not know how the sword was able to do this since spectral annalysis from a distance revealed no magic being used for the sword to absorb this energy. We had tried to replicate this in our labs but to no avail. So, we simply cast a magical rune on the inside of the sword that has the ability to absorb and return magical and physical energies. While it does show up in spectral analysis, its the closest we could get to the real thing.

Good good.

A hydrolic groaning sound and a hissing ended the conversation as vapors sprayed from the Pod and poured out over the floor. The plastic shell over the top of the Pod then retracted and the rest of the vapors drifted out of the Pod to reveal the occupant of the containment device. Inside, the form of a human lay absolutely still, his silver hair sticking up over his head, and his red eyes staring foreward looking phased with no life in them.



Mr. Chaire Mann, I'd like to introduce you to Project Number 225663, Ramiel.

As Stevenson spoke the name, the eyes jerked wide for a moment and suddenly, life entered the still form. The project then sat up and spoke looking straight ahead.

Project 225663 Ramiel opperational...

Very good. So Ramiel, did you have a good sleep?

Ramiel then blinked and his eyes looked normal as if they'd been like that his entire "life".

Ugh... Stevenson... I have a headache, but other than that, I feel fine.

Stevenson nodded and then turned to face the CEO.

Ramiel, this is the CEO of Marchiko Labs, Mr. Chaire Mann. I believe you were expecting to see him.

Ramiel closed his eyes tightly for a moment and held his hand to his forehead for a moment before answering.

Yes... I remember that. So, what do you ask of me, Sir...?

The CEO simply smiled. All the hard work and cash had paid off.

I believe you've heard of Project Number 28669722248, have you not?

Ramiel was silenbt for a moment before answering.

Yes Sir, I have. What should I do for you?

We need you to search out and find the escaped project and bring it back here so that we may finish what we started. You are to eliminate any threat that tries to stop you from your goal, however this does not apply to the project itself. Do not be reckless in your actions if it can at all be avoided. We have word that the subject is called "Madison" or "Madi" by her friends. Use this to help track her down. We want our project back alive and well, is that understood?

Ramiel grinned, a slightly twisted grin if anyone was paying much attention to him.

Yes Sir. Your orders are understood completely.

Mann grinned and smiled as he extended his hand.

Good, good! Now, lets get you out of this thing and into some decent clothes. Once we've done that, we'll get you outfitted and you can begin your searching...



An hour or so later, Ramiel was seen heading out of the "Marchiko Labs Public Relations Building" on the outskirts of Latent, heading for the local Inn where he would stay the night. Armed with his sword and his abilities, he began his search for the missing Project. Many things were uncertain in what lie ahead in his journey, but a few things were certain. Wherever Ryugi and Madison were, they were in for some trouble. There was a new hunter on the block, and one that neither of them would ever expect...

As soon as the dockhands were quickly dealt with, the man with the inverted eyes planted a hand against the ship rail and boosted himself over the edge, falling a little ways down to a sturdy plank of the ruined docks as his sick smile disappeared. "Come on," he said quite audibly, to who, nobody knew, but obviously someone else was on the boat, as he spoke with his head slightly tilted back and turned, "we don't have all day..."

"Actually, we do." it took him all of two seconds to correct himself as he let out a low cackle. Turning back to the broken docks which surrounded him, he placed a small black cylindrical object into his mouth before fitting a thin tube in place like a cigarette would, hanging between his lips.

There wouldn't be time to look over to the ship to see who the man was speaking to as when he began to move, ghouls rose from the depths around him, from either left or right side to move with him as they let out low spine freezing moans that filled the misty air. And off they were, moving forward towards the city as ghouls spread out through the dense fog and was lost to sight, only to be replaced with screams that were cut off an a heartbeat.

Approaching the woman who stood in the fog so perfectly out of place, yet very much so in place, unharmed and untouched by the ghouls, the darkly clad man, dressed in black trousers, a high collared midnight blue shirt with a black leather vest on top, and a black cloak around his shoulders, approached and said something quickly, yet precise from between his lips that pressed against the tube, "Take a unit and clear out the remaining docks. Myself and the other will move out of the fog and into the city, meet us there when you are finished."

And with that said, he began to move forward through the fog once again, feet padding over the wooden planks noisily as one by one, the shambling silhouettes of ghouls came into view behind his form in the rancid mists, their moans and groans alerting those near the misty veil to run and hide before the sceams would come from them.

The knight sat back on the deck of the ship, looking up at the sky through the thick black smoke. He once again wore that peculiar flowmetal armour, bits and pieces of light reflecting sharply off the surface(s). This time though, the metal and seemed to seep out around his wrists, layering his hand and fingers. Clenching and unclenching his fists tightly he got to his feet, taking a new sword in hand. A long, heavy broadsword, reminiscent of a medieval knight's. He'd learnt the folly of the exotic weapon during his last bout, and was now settling with his sword of expertise.

Walking slowly to the front of the ship he hopped off it onto the dock, and thus into the town of Latent. Five ghouls climbed out behind him as he walked forwards, calmly gripping the sword in his right hand, the tip of the blade just hanging above the ground. No cloaks this time, no sandstorms, this was a full-blown assault, and he made sure of it as he slid the blade out of the throat of his first victim, some lunatic that had come running straight for him.

Today he'd make himself a name.

The mists parted as another figure approached in the wake of the ship; not appearing from it, but leisurely strolling into dock across the top of the sea. He seemed to be alone out there upon the waves, clad in dirty, bloodstained armor and carrying a crooked scythe with him that still had bits of flesh and hair clinging to the edge of the blade. His arm was held out beside him, letting the tip of the scythe drag in his wake through the water, though each step he took was as if the water was as solid under foot as the earth itself.

"I'm going on ahead..." the figure said in a low, raspy voice; speaking up to the docks beside him and those that remained upon the ship. "I want to see the faces of these men while my ghouls feast upon their wives and daughters."

The man then pulled the scythe from the water, holding it upright to pluck a rotting piece of skin from the end of it, and then dropped it into the water. Not two seconds after it fell and sunk, the surface of the harbor around him began to bubble and froth viciously. The bubbling moved towards the shoreline, and he followed right behind it with an expression of true sadism upon his scarred and wretched face.

The bubbling ceased shortly, but not before wave after wave of ghouls began to crawl their way onto land from the sea; marching two by two up the beach and towards the town, with the bloody man walking beside them.

Her head turned to the left as something exploded. But against expectations, she shrugged and her gaze went back to what she was doing... which was basically wrecking the place. Her set of five were doing just fine with killing anyone stupid enough to still be here, wether by choice or inability to go anywhere.

This was... almost fun. Almost, if not for the scent of ghouls. Truly, it was an aquired taste. She was used to them, but would have rathered that they not stink so much. But they were good so-- What the hell, they stopped.

Oh, it was someone trying to play hero with a sword. The man looked determined enough in his will to fight, but the scent of urine was carried on his clothes. Recognizing her as the apparent master of these ghouls, the two got into some sort of staring contest that lasted approximately five seconds. After that was up, the ghouls proceeded to rip the man's arms off and beat him to death with them. Then, that building and all boats attatched to it went up in flames.