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 Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2014 8:37 pm
A ball that happens once a year celebrating the new Guardians. All veteran Guardians are encouraged to join.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2014 8:39 pm
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Langley "Lane" DeMaurice Lane sighed as she entered the ballroom. She supposed it was better than seeing flashing lights go off in the halls and hearing the usual ear-piercing sirens. Then again getting all dolled up for a ball she didn't really want to go to was not on her top ten list either. So much for getting some sleep. It was a miracle she didn't have any bags under her eyes. "Let's just go in welcome the new Guardians and get out DeMaurice. It's not rocket science." Lane thought but the doors were looking more and more inviting by the minute. She glanced down at herself once more. Her shoulder-length blond hair was curled and her green eyes weren't hidden behind glasses. Her dress was a royal blue high low with a semi-sweetheart neckline. It was covered in beading also. Each one seemed to catch the light. Not even Cinderella's glass slippers could rival the heels she was wearing. Luckily Lane already had an ice bath ready in her dorm for her feet. By the time she returned to it her feet would be killing her. "Just keep putting one foot in front of the other. This can't last forever."
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LittleMissUnderestimated Crew
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 6:27 am
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Now Loading Guardian File Ace Rosengreen  Ace brushed as hand through his hair as he waited for something to happen. He stood with the other new guardians dressed in a gray tuxedo. Pulling on his red tie he wondered, not for the first time, who'd come up with the idea you had to torture yourself to look good? And why did no one stop them before they let their mad idea out into the world? He didn't know if the other guardians were nervous but Ace could feel a trickle of nervousness call down his spine from time to time.
Can't we just get this over with yet?
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 8:40 pm
Mollec "Molly" Zambumari   I am a dangerous Psychopath
With a long history of Violencexx
My humanity- my soul itself- isGonexx
So it's time to take Yours
Of complete and total destruction
Mollec Zambumari sat in an empty lunchroom, in a corner by himself with no windows to look out of. There were tables stacked 3 high around him, a female guardian with a brainsplitter aimed at his head, and 3 plates of food infront if him, 2 empty. Mollec was dressed in his armor, the face etched into the glass visor, and his helmet visor was open a bit to reveal his mouth. He had broken it to where it could only go so far but not show his face. His fingers looked scarred and destroyed and covered in scar tissue, his fingernails curling and coming to points, and his canines sitting longer then his other teeth, almost like a vampires. There was a bucket next to him, halfway full of vomit. The virus/parasite had wrecked havoc on his intestines and stomach, causing him to have the inability to choke down certain food. He was sick in more ways then one could count, and as he took a bite of cheese, he immediately threw it back up into the bucket. Some things he was able to keep down, such as bread, chicken, cow, goat product, and certain fruits and vegetables. He had a canteen strapped to his side which was full of goats milk, which was the only thing he could drink besides water, and alcohol. As the guardian girl watched him puke up pig, she herself wanted to gag. Just what is this freak? Why do I have to watch him, he gives me the creeps just looking at him. Maybe I should shoot him, say he lost it.
Zombie had picked up a piece of chicken, shredding it with his fingers. He was shredding his food with his hands as he ate, and every so often he drank from his canteen. On his table sat a large Scottish Claymore, one he found in his parents old home when he ventured out. It was a heavy sword, one that required great strength to wield it one handed. Normally he would two hand the large blade, but every so often he would wield it one handed, preferring ancient technology to the newfound weapons the den offered. He figured it was his great grandfathers sword, one he hand crafted to fight with, and he would be pleased to see it go into use among family. Zombie bit a tomato, and as soon as he swallowed it came right back up and into the bucket. He was destroyed, his body was trying to kill and save itself at the same time. So far there wasn't alot he could eat, so his options of food are limited. A few minutes later he fell asleep and the guardian girl walked up, nearly pressing the shotgun to zombies helmet. I should kill him. I should kill him now, save the den another problem.
She was starting to squeeze the trigger, but he woke up and she jumped back, removing her finger before he whipped back and tore the gun from her hand, slamming it against her helmet then slammed it on the table. He still continued to eat like nothing happened, and the girl grabbed her gun off the table, he didn't resist. He got bored, pulling out a bottle of pills and popped 2 in his hand, and choked the horse pills down with his canteen. The pills slowed the decaying and aloud him to eat a bit better. His world was screwed the day his last beloved pet died by his hands. He was never the same, because he got the virus from it's blood, not saliva. So he could love someone again, but he chose not to. He lost everything he had to live for and then some. The day he killed his pet was the day he was discharged for reports of treason, and through the time period of a few years he tried killing himself and everyone knew about it. It was in his files which where put into the Guardian Archives for all to see. He knew and didn't care. He kept himself away from the chance to love again. All he did now was kill, consume, and kill again. The cannibalism helped him find what other meats he could eat, and human flesh was one of them. It was the easiest to go down, but he kept it a secret. He had alot he was hiding, and he hid what he wanted to hide well. The girl looked to him and asked if he was done yet, but he shook his head and started eating goat meat on a piece of bread. All the food infront of him seemed like it was specially made. They had to keep the monster happy, else he snaps and takes innocent lives and innocent guardians with him. Orders where that if he were to snap, he would be killed, so he was always on edge of the woman behind him.
He still had 2 plates of food, the other 3 were picked clean. What stayed stayed in, and what came out went into the bucket. He looked back at the warning signs on the door. They read "Closed for unauthorized personal, danger inside". He laughed, watching everything go by as he ate, evil thoughts of torture running through his head. The only reason he was aloud back was because he was a ruthless animal, with ways of torturing so inhumane that even the guardian program frowned upon using them. He was evil, probably one if the most feared in the program due to his power and instability, solving problems with excessive violence. He had done 7 solo missions in a row with rapid succession in quick time killing over 132 aliens. Looking around he grabbed the can of white paint and a small paint brush, painting Black Zombie back on his shoulder plates. Behind his nickname was the story of a young recruit who died on the battle field, one he'd never forget. She gave him this name after he had done over a few dozen missions with her and a few others in training, and he lived up to it. There were so many thoughts running through his head, so many nightmares. He couldn't cry, not infront of her, having an image to upkeep. He started having thoughts of taking the day off to read to the orphans. Finally the b***h spoke again.
You are a filthy whore Zombie. A disgusting parasite that shouldn't be aloud to live. My wife didn't think so. She loved me for who I was and would still love me to this day. Too ******** bad you guardians are so ******** stupid you let a recruit go out on a suicide mission. Sending her out to compromise with a bandit group, you people make me sicker then the parasite does. Your wife was an idiot. Good thing she died. I'd shut my ******** mouth if I were you. What are you gonna do about it? Kill you. Dismember you with my bare hands, cut you in half. Got the balls boy then get up and do something about it. Everyone hates you. Everyone wishes that you were dead. Nobody but the freakin director wanted you here in the first place! Why don't you just freaking die you monster?! I bet your daughter would be glad she died instead of having a monster like you raise her! Fine. He got up, his massive and tall body came out of the chair. He grabbed the bucket of vomit from the handle and bottom and dumped it on the girl. He laid the bucket back down and as she went to draw her brainsplitter he kicked it out of her hand and ripped the handle right off the gun, unloaded it, and threw it to the side. He then drew his Nia Maulers and pressed them to her head. She started begging for her life as he put his fingers on the triggers. Check mate b***h.
He mumbled, moving his gun back into the holster and picked her up, throwing her vomit covered body out the door, and then went back to eating. Yes I know I'm hated, yes I know I've killed innocent people to get what I want, and yes, I know everyone hates the idea of Black Zombie back around guardians. You don't need to talk s**t about my wife, and I will be damned again if I let you talk about my kid. She would have been 8 this year... Damn I'm burnt out. I've changed into somebody I don't wanna be anymore. He mumbled, reaching down and grabbed his hip flask, popped the top off, and took a few swigs of the liquor it concealed. As he laid it on the table by the sword, it slid and fell off the table, scooting a distance. He heard the announcement for the Avocational ball, and was asked to supervise it, basically be a bouncer for those who got drunker than he did. He stood up and grabbed his claymore, moving it into the sheath on his back and grabbed his flask off the ground. He returned it to hips and stacked the trays on each other, then returned them to the walk line and tossed his bucket out. He didn't bother changing, dropping his weapons off, or clean up. He just tossed his gloves back on and slapped the visor back down and locked it in place. His skull etched in the glass was not something the den advised doing due to vision but he didn't care, he walked down the halls and right into the ballroom, picked a wall, and pressed his back against it with folded arms. Without a word he slowly started observing everyone, and those who noticed the monster had stayed a distance away from him.
Guardian is with:
Dancers
Guardian is feeling:
Tired, sick, bored
Guardian Height and Weight
No armor- 6'6 - 204lbs
In armor- 6'8 - 259-279lbs
Design carved into the Guardians Helmet:
The face of death
Guardian is known on the field by the name of:
The Black Zombie
This Guardian was assigned the Avocation of:
Warrior
Guardian prefers to use:
Pistols
Plasma Axe
M81 Nia Mauler Dual Wield
Guardian is well equipped with:
Suspend
Duster
Heat Seeking Teleporter
Dragon Skin
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 11:23 pm
Loading~Data Retrieval SuccessNow Loading Guardian FileIsabel Enderborn: Jumpingbird Isabella walked into the Avocational Ball in her uniform. She came every year and was supposed to meet other Jumpingbirds, considering she was pretty experienced with field work. She also provided extra protection, just in case. She stayed near the back, trying desperately to ignore her brother pushing her towards the dance floor so that they could dance together. No one would see him and she'd have to go back into therapy. She glanced over at Zombie when he walked in. He was always rumored to be crazy. Maybe she could relate to him. She'd never tried, after all these years. She slid over to him, gently clearing her throat. "Hi, I'm Isabel Enderborn."
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 12:14 am
 ჯ I don't know what life is... ჯ ╓ ╗ ╚ ╩ ╓ ╗ ╚ ╩ ╓ ╗ ╚ ╩ ╓ ╗ ╚ ╩ ╓ ╗ ╚ ╩ ╓ ╗ ╚ ╩ ╓ ╗ ╚ ╩ ╓ ╗
Simon hopped down from the roof he usually relaxed on and stretched in the middle of a crowd. Most of the people recognized him and waved at him, a few saying "Hello Simon" Ignoring them, the assassin started to walk down the pathway toward the avocation ball. On the way he scratched the back of his head, wondering how he'd been so calm all these years. Simon had seen most of his fellow assassins die, and so far Lane was the only one he trusted or knew about. When he'd arrived he was wearing his usual jacket, a red tie, his white dress shirt, and a messenger bag. The first person he noticed was Lane and he couldn't help but shake his head when he noticed how uncomfortable she was. Simon slowly walked over to her with a smile on his face and stood next to her, playfully shoving her with his shoulder. "Don't worry, it'll all be over once the newbies are introduced. I wouldn't be surprised if there weren't any new assassins, considering we're the only good ones left." He pulled out a cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke, rubbing his eyes. Poor guy hadn't slept in a couple of hours.
╓ ╗ ╚ ╩ ╓ ╗ ╚ ╩ ╓ ╗ ╚ ╩ ╓ ╗ ╚ ╩ ╓ ╗ ╚ ╩ ╓ ╗ ╚ ╩ ბ Ooc...
ბ With..
ბ Location... ჯ ...but I know this is my life...and I won't bow down...ჯ
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 1:01 am
Anako M. Katashi Jumping Bird <******** you!" Anako flicked off the leader of the platoon her father was in. "You let him die! You ******** let him die! You piece of trash! You let him die!" She swung and clawed at the man, scratching his face and reaching for his broken arm. The man looked enraged and after she finally grabbed his arm he pulled his good arm back and slapped her. Anako fell to the ground crying at first. After a few seconds the crying and sobbing turned into laughs, and she hopped up and tackled him onto the floor. The security guards kept trying to pull her off of him, but she elbowed them in between their legs. She wrapped her knees around his head and punched him repeatedly until 5 security guards pulled her away. Then an alien hopped out of the man's chest and jumped at her with sharp teeth.
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Anako jumped up and threw a wrench at the first thing that moved. Soldier friend Gavin screamed and rubbed the back of his head which was now bleeding. "Sorry Gav." He sighed and threw the wrench towards her, missing on purpose before he walked out of the hangar. She sighed and plugged in her earplugs before she stretched and popped her knuckles. Same ******** dream. After closing up the controls, she hopped out of the cockpit of her ship and climbed onto the wing. She smiled at her finished work and jumped out of the hangar on her way to the market district, until her phone beeped, reminding her of the ball. She was wearing a black skirt, converse boots, a leather jacket, a white T-shirt with her dad's picture on it, and fingerless gloves, as well as her jump pack. "Oh well." Anako activated her jump pack and started running around town, jumping onto roofs, hopping around and kicking off buildings until she found high building to jump off of and let herself glide in the air. Keeping her legs close together, Anako shifted her weight and slowly landed in the middle of the ball. Not caring whether or not people judged her for arriving in regular clothes or not, Anako flicked off anyone with an expression that said "Ugh" and walked around, looking for any other Jumping Birds.Guardian prefers to use:Bouncer
Plasma Axe (Dual Wield)
FirestormJump Pack
Nitro Unit
Hellrain
Suspend
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 7:01 am
Mollec "Molly" Zambumari I am a dangerous Psychopath
With a long history of Violencexx
My humanity- my soul itself- isGonexx
So it's time to take Yours
Of complete and total destruction
Zombie had taken poorly to the amount of people around. Looking around him he pulled out his hip flask once again, lifting his visor and took a few more swigs, trying to soften himself up and make him a bit more calm. He hated the amount of people but it was a chance to work on his patience. And as a young looking female approached him kind heartedly, he noticed that being here couldn't be all that bad if she was this nice to him. Tossing down his visor he spoke. Good evening miss Isabel. Are you having fun at this dance of sorts to welcome new recruits? He grinned underneath his visor. As he watched a girl come in with regular clothes, he gave her a thumbs up for her bold entrance. So far he liked her attitude. It was the kind if "screw you" attitude he took. It was warming for some reason. And as he looked around he kept noticing heads looking his way, which made him feel uneasy. Almost like when the lady put the gun to his head today. He reached over and grabbed the handle of one of his Nia Maulers, and looked to Isabel. Pardon me, I've been edgy all day since my advisor tried putting a bullet in my head with a brainsplitter. So I'm having a rather bad day.Guardian is with:
Dancers
Guardian is feeling:
Tired, sick, amused
Guardian Height and Weight
No armor- 6'6 - 204lbs
In armor- 6'8 - 259-279lbs
Design carved into the Guardians Helmet:
The face of death
Guardian is known on the field by the name of:
The Black Zombie
This Guardian was assigned the Avocation of:
Warrior
Guardian prefers to use:
Pistols
Plasma Axe
M81 Nia Mauler Dual Wield
Guardian is well equipped with:
Suspend
Duster
Heat Seeking Teleporter
Dragon Skin
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LittleMissUnderestimated Crew
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 7:05 am
Loading...Data Retrieval Success
Now Loading Guardian File
Langley "Lane" DeMaurice Lane simply narrowed her eyes for a moment in response to him shaking his head but half smiled when he shoved her. "Hello to you to Simon. I'm not worried. I just should've chosen more practical shoes." Lane responded as she noted the exhaustion in his eyes. "You alright? Don't pass out on me Si. I assure you I wouldn't be much help to you at the moment. Would you like something to drink? What have you been up to?" Lane asked as she skimmed the room to see if there was any others she knew. A girl had just arrived. From her gear Lane knew she was Jumping Bird. She then noted another JumpingBird in uniform. She was speaking to another individual but couldn't really make out much except they were leaning against the wall. Lane was a little envious of their attire. She stared at the armed individual for another moment. It was as if she saw a ghost but kept telling herself it wasn't real. Still she only knew one individual who had a skull etched in the glass. That skull was infamous. "You're just seeing things DeMaurice. Oh and next time, just wear Vans DeMaurice." Out of the corner of her eyes she noticed an individual in a gray suit. Lane tried to keep up to date with the Den's files. But she had no idea who the individual was. "Dude in the grey or dude in the armor you know them?" Lane asked.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 7:18 am
Loading~Data Retrieval SuccessNow Loading Guardian FileIsabel Enderborn: Jumpingbird "It's a dance. Not much to expect from it," she murmured in reply as the other Jumpingbird walked in. She didn't really like her flicking off people, especially in an event they were supposed to show some professionalism for the beginning. She also hadn't danced in so long, because she danced with her brother, always without fail. Needless to say, the invisible hand ghosting across her shoulders was not going to get what it wanted. She glanced at the gun when he pulled it out. Noticing her brother didn't annoy her with his alarm, she let it slide. "It's fine. Though, you have nothing to fear here. You're in a room of the best guardians who take their job to seriously," she said with a slight smile. "So, uh, why did she try to kill you?" She asked tentatively, not sure if she was going to upset him. She didn't fear him, but she also hated making people upset. She was terrible at diffusing situations.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 11:02 am
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Now Loading Guardian File Ace Rosengreen Ace watched as people mingled, greeted others, and seemed to have a good time. And the whole time Ace stood in the corner watching the whole thing. So far it didn't seem as if there was any order to the chaos that was happening around him. Letting out a sharp sigh Ace turned looked for the nearest exit.
"I have no idea why I was so nervous about this, it doesn't seem like anything interesting is going to happen." he mumbled under his breath as he began to maneuver his way through the crowd. Looking around Ace noted two girls who were wearing Jumping Birds gear. He wasn't sure if he should go over and talk to them or not.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 1:31 pm
Mollec "Molly" Zambumari I am a dangerous Psychopath
With a long history of Violencexx
My humanity- my soul itself- isGonexx
So it's time to take Yours
Of complete and total destruction
Taking a look to Isabel he was rather curious now. There were alot of professionals in here, and it started taking him mere seconds to devise an escape plan, attack plan, and joints and places to strike. He was getting riled up really quickly, not liking his position. He checked to see if his maulers were loaded, and they were. Yes there are, and none of them have anything nice to say about me. Not like I give a s**t. When you get a chance go to the library and check some files. You will see why. If you want it shortened up, I have reports of treason listed, I've been dishonorably discharged, and shot several times by them. They just don't like me. He mumbled and stood up, watching the heads turn away. He was taller then hell, and to play where's Waldo with him would be no fun at all. He glanced past everyone, looking for the slightest bit of problems. He looked over at a snow haired boy and a blondish haired girl. He then saw a boy try to leave and looked back down to Isabel. I might just leave. Go home, go work, something. I don't dance, I just play bouncer.Guardian is with:
Dancers
Guardian is feeling:
Tired, sick, bored
Guardian Height and Weight
No armor- 6'6 - 204lbs
In armor- 6'8 - 259-279lbs
Design carved into the Guardians Helmet:
The face of death
Guardian is known on the field by the name of:
The Black Zombie
This Guardian was assigned the Avocation of:
Warrior
Guardian prefers to use:
Pistols
Plasma Axe
M81 Nia Mauler Dual Wield
Guardian is well equipped with:
Suspend
Duster
Heat Seeking Teleporter
Dragon Skin
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 7:26 pm
Loading~Data Retrieval SuccessNow Loading Guardian FileIsabel Enderborn: Jumpingbird "I didn't know people just shot you... That's not the way Guardians are meant to be. We're meant to be a family," she said. There was a surprising amount of harshness, edged in knives. Her brother rubbed her back comfortingly, and she felt the tension from her anger gradually leave. "Would you mind if I joined you, then? If you leave?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 8:24 pm
Mollec "Molly" Zambumari I am a dangerous Psychopath
With a long history of Violencexx
My humanity- my soul itself- isGonexx
So it's time to take Yours
Of complete and total destruction
Zombie watched the girl, she seemed upset with him. He shook his hands, and chuckled. Don't worry about me darling. I've gone through worse in my life. I only get to grow off of it and learn not to repeat the same mistakes again and again. Only survived that one shot that day due to Dragon Skin, so that's something I can be thankful for, equipment that works. And Id rather not be a part of the guardian family, not anymore. Not after they ruined my life. Either way, I'm done talking about my bullshit. That's all it is now, just bullshit. He watched as she seemed antsy to leave, but he shook his head. He needed to see people and watch the dance, otherwise he'd have the director on him again. He reached over and patted Isabel on her shoulder, and dropped his hand back to his side. No, I think you should enjoy this dance. There is only one if these this year, and if we were to leave how would it look on the recruits? You should have fun, live your life and just have fun. He spoke sadly, chuckling again. He yawned inside the visor, and started dozing off until he fell asleep standing. Guardian is with:
Dancers
Guardian is feeling:
Tired, sick, uneasy
Guardian Height and Weight
No armor- 6'6 - 204lbs
In armor- 6'8 - 259-279lbs
Design carved into the Guardians Helmet:
The face of death
Guardian is known on the field by the name of:
The Black Zombie
This Guardian was assigned the Avocation of:
Warrior
Guardian prefers to use:
Dual Duo Swords
Plasma Axe
M81 Nia Mauler Dual Wield
Guardian is well equipped with:
Suspend
Duster
Heat Seeking Teleporter
Dragon Skin
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 9:10 pm
Loading~Data Retrieval SuccessNow Loading Guardian FileIsabel Enderborn: Jumpingbird She nodded when he explained his survival. Equipment was good. Still. No wonder Zombie had such a bad reputation. He hadn't exactly been treated as a Guardian. When he mentioned that she should go and have fun, she flushed. Fun was kinda dangerous with her brother not wanting to leave her alone right now. She sighed when she realized he had fallen asleep and leaned against the wall next to him. She instead decided to scan everyone, taking in all the people who've decided to arrive.
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