[OOC - Once again I apologize for starting this RPG so late, but certain school-related complications came up and I really wanted to make sure that I had everything ready before beginning. With that said, please have fun. EDIT: Started a Discussion Thread.]
CODENAME Delphos - Aaron Mycenia [Yorei]
M/15
ABILITY Control over flowing liquids.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Inri - Natsume Tenka [Polyphonica Trance]
M/16
ABILITY Walking on liquid substances.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Abraxas - Yäcob Jonas [Prime Mover]
M/19
ABILITY Enhanced senses--especially vision--and agility.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Fa´atiu - Haizea Aintza [Bandana]
F/15
ABILITY Telekinetic knockback.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Bi Fang - Ketten Keisathlen [Lemurian]
M/17
ABILITY Immunity to extreme temperatures.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Faustus - Renier janse van Rensburg [Deathspector]
M/16
ABILITY Flawless planning and strategizing.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Metzli - Chi Long [Kev Chi]
M/19
ABILITY Night vision.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Samael - "демон ангел" ("Demon Angel"--actual name unknown) [Masa Mune]
M/18
ABILITY Displacement of conscience to possess another´s body.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Indra - Ryan Murtagh [Saffire Persian]
F/18
ABILITY Channeling of electricity through body.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Sublimate - "Leo" (Real name forgotten) [MerkelHog]
M/19
ABILITY Transform objects into viscous liquid which melts easily.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Acheron - Gemma "Shadow" Acciai [JohtoBlaziken]
F/19
ABILITY Dissolving into gas within shadows, manipulation of shadows.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Morphine - Alex Vickers [squirtleking]
M/17
ABILITY Quick healing of surface to intermediate wounds.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
WARNING: This post contains:
- Sexual reference
The blaring phone rang once again. A violent hand jerked and picked it up mechanically, reluctant but accustomed to the movement.
It was a man in his early twenties, multiple scars and considerably messy hair occulting an otherwise handsome appearance. Gesticulating to someone else within the dark chamber, he raised the phone to his ear, and greeted the prescence on the other end of the line with an extremely soft voice--fake, but soft.
"Yes?"
The informal conversation continued only for a few minutes. Yes and No were its primary components, as the man slowly nodded to himself. A grim grin crept up pale lips, as he was apparently hearing just what he wanted to hear.
"Yes, sir. Indeed, this turn of events has greatly aided the goal of our main mission. You have the utmost quality of this organization in your hands. On my word, I will not fail you. Yes..."
He hung up.
A new pair of eyes, bright blue and strangely energic, peered out of the shadows.
"I never knew you were so sweet-talking with government officials. I mean true, you are a total kiss-up, but..."
Instantly the amiable game of pretend shattered and faded away from the man´s cold, hard face. "Masque, would you keep your useless mouth shut for a few minutes? After all, I just received substantial news regarding your assignment."
Masque´s eyebrow rose--not to the notion of news, but to the notion of the man calling her by her codename. Whenever he quit the normal talk like that, he either didn´t want higher officials to see him fooling around, or he was simply very serious.
"Go on." She muttered, twirling a blonde lock around her finger.
"This Yazir Midan that you´re chasing...he had a heart attack last night. In a hospital now, and won´t be getting out of it for a good while. Considering that you´re going to be the one leading the pack of rookies through this one, things bode well. Getting into the clinic should be much less of a challenge that getting into his extremely well-guarded apartment."
Now the woman seemed to have taken some interest in the matter. She walked forward, a faint ray of light unveiling her porcelain skin and delicate features.
"I´d say it´s a bit too convenient. I´m guessing a pill in the glass of water."
"Why, of course that the heart attack wasn´t pure luck." The man´s dark smile returned to his mouth. "If we left things to chance and didn´t have corrupt governments to fall back on, where would we be?"
"Well I know I´d be somewhere in southern France, preferably a couple meters away from the sea." She leaned against the table. Exhausted.
Hands began to trace the paths of her navel.
Uninterested, she looked away, but did nothing to impede progress. "So, is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
He grinned even wider, his face inches away from Masque´s.
"Cliché, but adorable."
And with that he began to peel her uniform from snowy skin, ready to do whatever he pleased with her. Like he always did with her, whenever he pleased.
At six in the morning, children or teenagers aren´t exactly in their finest hour, and thus one cannot expect many of them to already be up--especially on a no-school Saturday morning. The only sound interrupting the suffocating silence of Floor 14´s main room was a plank hitting a cat in the face.
Children of all ages preteen had huddled on the large, comfy sofa, still in their pajamas, to watch Jerry close an ironing board on Tom´s nose, among other things that looked excrutiatingly painful if taken to real life scenarios. They gasped and giggled en masse. One of the boys has his arm covered in a cast. Dyed red.
On that dull morning, Aaron was preparing for what should technically be the most important day of his life. Balancing uncomfortably on the edge of a cold chair the gears of his mind turned impatiently, anxiously, panic seeping into him with every passing second. Today one of the Lupus Invicti´s teachers should walk right down that aisle--he traced the predetermined path with shifty eyes--, come to him--he could already imagine the looming figure giving out the order--, and take him to a series of final missions, their precise content always a secret. And once he concluded that, his education as a trainee would be over as well. He would come to the Crystal Blood. He would be an Assassin.
Of course that Aaron was absolutely certain that these ´tests´ were all written exams. "If the person is in the position demonstrated above, what is the correct point to puncture with a piercing weapon in order to penetrate the heart? Please answer in detail." "Given the following conditions, what plan of action should be formulated? Divide the team members and explain the plan in steps." "What are Newton´s laws of gravity?"
In preparation of this he had stayed up virtually all night reviewing everything important that he could remember studying--from Galileo to dismemberment. Fortunately his roommate Hans had managed to keep him awake by not sleeping himself, and instead was entertained by an evening of American Idol reruns--his guiltiest pleasure. After all, who can maintain a straight face while stating that the superhumanly powerful Hans, pride of Floor 14, has the McPhever?
"Delphos."
And besides what is so good about her anyway? Aaron had seem some episodes himself, and...
"Delphos."
With a full body shake the fifteen-year-old snapped out of trance. The teacher had come. The strange, strict-looking, looming, dark, grey, undeniably cruel teacher had come down the aisle he had visualized, looked down on him like he had imagined, and he had been zoning out on an American reality show.
Anxiety took over.
"Yes!!" The boy rose to his feet as if they had been attached to springs, his head almost delivering an uppercut to the official´s jaw. Him, a tall but bony man with an overall aura that transmitted unfriendlyness, backed out as a reflex, but quickly regained composure.
"...Please. Follow me."
As he parted into the shadowy corridors, Aaron mentally beat himself up, putting all torture knowledge acquired from Tom & Jerry into good practice.
It only took a few minutes for the duo to reach its destination--the lights were clicked on and a massive, chrome-colored room, seemingly infine due to its color, surrounded Aaron like a colossal maw, waiting to swallow him if he were to fail. Which was another point of importance. No desks. No chairs. No sheets of paper. No questions about eviscerating foes. Not a written exam.
"..." Delphos cursed under his breath.
The soft humming of the chamber was interrupted by the clicking of the professor´s shoes against the hard floor. He walked towards a metallic door, turning to the teen as he opened it.
"The others will be here soon, and the test will begin. Good luck."
With that he closed the door behind him, and Aaron was left there, in the awaiting maw.
[OOC: Now´s your time to post your character getting to this same room. This can describe his/her traverse from the hallways to the room, or describe some of the things he/she had been doing before that morning as well. In either case this is your first post, so you should have more than a little to say.]
CODENAME Delphos - Aaron Mycenia [Yorei]
M/15
ABILITY Control over flowing liquids.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Inri - Natsume Tenka [Polyphonica Trance]
M/16
ABILITY Walking on liquid substances.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Abraxas - Yäcob Jonas [Prime Mover]
M/19
ABILITY Enhanced senses--especially vision--and agility.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Fa´atiu - Haizea Aintza [Bandana]
F/15
ABILITY Telekinetic knockback.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Bi Fang - Ketten Keisathlen [Lemurian]
M/17
ABILITY Immunity to extreme temperatures.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Faustus - Renier janse van Rensburg [Deathspector]
M/16
ABILITY Flawless planning and strategizing.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Metzli - Chi Long [Kev Chi]
M/19
ABILITY Night vision.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Samael - "демон ангел" ("Demon Angel"--actual name unknown) [Masa Mune]
M/18
ABILITY Displacement of conscience to possess another´s body.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Indra - Ryan Murtagh [Saffire Persian]
F/18
ABILITY Channeling of electricity through body.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Sublimate - "Leo" (Real name forgotten) [MerkelHog]
M/19
ABILITY Transform objects into viscous liquid which melts easily.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Acheron - Gemma "Shadow" Acciai [JohtoBlaziken]
F/19
ABILITY Dissolving into gas within shadows, manipulation of shadows.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
CODENAME Morphine - Alex Vickers [squirtleking]
M/17
ABILITY Quick healing of surface to intermediate wounds.
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT: Assassination of Yazir Midan.
A S S A S S I N S
Chapter 1 - Angelus, Where we are Born from Blood
Chapter 1 - Angelus, Where we are Born from Blood
WARNING: This post contains:
- Sexual reference
The blaring phone rang once again. A violent hand jerked and picked it up mechanically, reluctant but accustomed to the movement.
It was a man in his early twenties, multiple scars and considerably messy hair occulting an otherwise handsome appearance. Gesticulating to someone else within the dark chamber, he raised the phone to his ear, and greeted the prescence on the other end of the line with an extremely soft voice--fake, but soft.
"Yes?"
The informal conversation continued only for a few minutes. Yes and No were its primary components, as the man slowly nodded to himself. A grim grin crept up pale lips, as he was apparently hearing just what he wanted to hear.
"Yes, sir. Indeed, this turn of events has greatly aided the goal of our main mission. You have the utmost quality of this organization in your hands. On my word, I will not fail you. Yes..."
He hung up.
A new pair of eyes, bright blue and strangely energic, peered out of the shadows.
"I never knew you were so sweet-talking with government officials. I mean true, you are a total kiss-up, but..."
Instantly the amiable game of pretend shattered and faded away from the man´s cold, hard face. "Masque, would you keep your useless mouth shut for a few minutes? After all, I just received substantial news regarding your assignment."
Masque´s eyebrow rose--not to the notion of news, but to the notion of the man calling her by her codename. Whenever he quit the normal talk like that, he either didn´t want higher officials to see him fooling around, or he was simply very serious.
"Go on." She muttered, twirling a blonde lock around her finger.
"This Yazir Midan that you´re chasing...he had a heart attack last night. In a hospital now, and won´t be getting out of it for a good while. Considering that you´re going to be the one leading the pack of rookies through this one, things bode well. Getting into the clinic should be much less of a challenge that getting into his extremely well-guarded apartment."
Now the woman seemed to have taken some interest in the matter. She walked forward, a faint ray of light unveiling her porcelain skin and delicate features.
"I´d say it´s a bit too convenient. I´m guessing a pill in the glass of water."
"Why, of course that the heart attack wasn´t pure luck." The man´s dark smile returned to his mouth. "If we left things to chance and didn´t have corrupt governments to fall back on, where would we be?"
"Well I know I´d be somewhere in southern France, preferably a couple meters away from the sea." She leaned against the table. Exhausted.
Hands began to trace the paths of her navel.
Uninterested, she looked away, but did nothing to impede progress. "So, is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"
He grinned even wider, his face inches away from Masque´s.
"Cliché, but adorable."
And with that he began to peel her uniform from snowy skin, ready to do whatever he pleased with her. Like he always did with her, whenever he pleased.
***
At six in the morning, children or teenagers aren´t exactly in their finest hour, and thus one cannot expect many of them to already be up--especially on a no-school Saturday morning. The only sound interrupting the suffocating silence of Floor 14´s main room was a plank hitting a cat in the face.
Children of all ages preteen had huddled on the large, comfy sofa, still in their pajamas, to watch Jerry close an ironing board on Tom´s nose, among other things that looked excrutiatingly painful if taken to real life scenarios. They gasped and giggled en masse. One of the boys has his arm covered in a cast. Dyed red.
On that dull morning, Aaron was preparing for what should technically be the most important day of his life. Balancing uncomfortably on the edge of a cold chair the gears of his mind turned impatiently, anxiously, panic seeping into him with every passing second. Today one of the Lupus Invicti´s teachers should walk right down that aisle--he traced the predetermined path with shifty eyes--, come to him--he could already imagine the looming figure giving out the order--, and take him to a series of final missions, their precise content always a secret. And once he concluded that, his education as a trainee would be over as well. He would come to the Crystal Blood. He would be an Assassin.
Of course that Aaron was absolutely certain that these ´tests´ were all written exams. "If the person is in the position demonstrated above, what is the correct point to puncture with a piercing weapon in order to penetrate the heart? Please answer in detail." "Given the following conditions, what plan of action should be formulated? Divide the team members and explain the plan in steps." "What are Newton´s laws of gravity?"
In preparation of this he had stayed up virtually all night reviewing everything important that he could remember studying--from Galileo to dismemberment. Fortunately his roommate Hans had managed to keep him awake by not sleeping himself, and instead was entertained by an evening of American Idol reruns--his guiltiest pleasure. After all, who can maintain a straight face while stating that the superhumanly powerful Hans, pride of Floor 14, has the McPhever?
"Delphos."
And besides what is so good about her anyway? Aaron had seem some episodes himself, and...
"Delphos."
With a full body shake the fifteen-year-old snapped out of trance. The teacher had come. The strange, strict-looking, looming, dark, grey, undeniably cruel teacher had come down the aisle he had visualized, looked down on him like he had imagined, and he had been zoning out on an American reality show.
Anxiety took over.
"Yes!!" The boy rose to his feet as if they had been attached to springs, his head almost delivering an uppercut to the official´s jaw. Him, a tall but bony man with an overall aura that transmitted unfriendlyness, backed out as a reflex, but quickly regained composure.
"...Please. Follow me."
As he parted into the shadowy corridors, Aaron mentally beat himself up, putting all torture knowledge acquired from Tom & Jerry into good practice.
***
It only took a few minutes for the duo to reach its destination--the lights were clicked on and a massive, chrome-colored room, seemingly infine due to its color, surrounded Aaron like a colossal maw, waiting to swallow him if he were to fail. Which was another point of importance. No desks. No chairs. No sheets of paper. No questions about eviscerating foes. Not a written exam.
"..." Delphos cursed under his breath.
The soft humming of the chamber was interrupted by the clicking of the professor´s shoes against the hard floor. He walked towards a metallic door, turning to the teen as he opened it.
"The others will be here soon, and the test will begin. Good luck."
With that he closed the door behind him, and Aaron was left there, in the awaiting maw.
[OOC: Now´s your time to post your character getting to this same room. This can describe his/her traverse from the hallways to the room, or describe some of the things he/she had been doing before that morning as well. In either case this is your first post, so you should have more than a little to say.]
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