OOC :: I´m very sorry about the extreme lateness of this RPG--a lot of things have come up at unfortunate times, but all in all there´s no excuse. My apologies to everyone participating. I´m sending PMs to remind everyone about the RPG.
Because we don´t yet know our angelic names, it would be best to post the name of our character at the beginning of every post until we do know them, in order to avoid confusion.
Now, into the story...
(Zeruel, God´s Silence)
Light found its way through the concrete and crevices, the ripped curtains and blood-stained drapes.
Light twisted and bent to make way through the impermeable mist of dark and the stench of decay and waste.
The boy´s face twitched slightly with reluctance, one eyelid fluttering to the touch of the faintest ray of dawn.
Unfortunately for him and his kind, light would always find a way.
As if the birth of morning light had alerted all officials, trainers and other bothersome figures of authority within the building, Scorpio sprang to life at once. With glum knowledge of what would immediately follow, the thirteen-year old fallen angel listened for the thumping of boots descending down the stairs to his chamber, wishing that he couldn´t hear them.
The door swung open. The boy had been having a dream, and while he was glad it was over, it still felt better than waking up to another routine training session. Now that he was fully conscious reality was able to wash over him. He was tired, cold and wet.
"F.ucking hell!" His trainer exclaimed without decorum, covering his crooked nose with a gloved hand. "Don´t give me this s.hit, kid!" With a swift kick of his shiny, black boots, the boy jerked and rolled over to the other side of the concrete three-by-five-meter floor that also served as his bed, leaving the smelly stain on which he had been lying on by itself.
Now positioned so that he was facing his instructor, the boy took a moment to study his trainer´s face. He had been instructed by three different men throughout his life. He assumed that their tasks had been changed, or they were dead. Whenever his instructor changed, the new one simply continued as if nothing had happened. This man, however, was just like all the others--he was ugly, mean, short-haired and as far as he was concerned, hardly more important than the pile of oversized flies that had begun to breed at the dampest corner of his room.
"Yeah." He answered, although his answer didn´t really make sense, as he rose to a half-fetal position. Admittedly he was embarrassed. He had been experiencing extraordinary dreams. First, he was the big monster, crushing all the people and eating them and knocking down buildings like he used to. But then a bigger monster came. And that monster then ate him.
He didn´t enjoy being swallowed; he wasn´t a toy, after all. He certainly wasn´t like his instructor, who could get stomped and crushed and ripped apart and munched by a dinosaur and he couldn´t have cared less. It scared him, and these were the results.
"Get up already. I´ll send the cleaning crew in. Stupid baby." The trainer growled, halting the boy´s train of thought. He stood up in the recognition of a new, unavoidable day. He began to make his way toward the door, out into a tiny concrete space, up the dusty stairs, make a left, go past the boiler room, into the mess hall where he would be served a platter of unidentifiable mush. He was resigned and at the same time rebellious.
He was stopped before getting out of the pestilent chamber that he resided in, however. His instructor was gripping his shoulder tightly and it was rather painful.
"Not with that. F.uck."
The boy gazed down. Obviously, his shorts were soaked.
He really hoped they wouldn´t tell the others about this.
A change of clothes and some more yelling later, he had finally managed to make it to the mess hall, where a number of other people were already out and about. They were all familiar faces, but he did not know their names. That was the way of Scorpio, after all. No unnecessary bonding. Now that he thought about it, he didn´t know his instructor´s name. He didn´t need to, just like the instructor didn´t need to know his. To the rest of the world, he had always been three-five-two-seven. That would be that.
"Sit." The man barked with authority, pulling a metallic chair out from under the table and walking away, evidently uninterested now that his duties were over. The boy accepted it calmly, as he did every day, and took his corresponding seat. This round table had always been reserved for him and for the six others. Apparently bonding was necessary when you were going to fight along with others. All their exercises were together. All their classes were together. He remembered being six years old, and being allowed some play time where he would go and be with the others. There was no evidence, but just a feeling, that they were connected beyond being slaves of Scorpio.
But such philosophizing wasn´t useful now or in the battlefield. He had to eat quickly, as evidently he had spent all of the instructor´s patience with the incident earlier in the morning. The pile of unmistakeably yellow porridge--whatever it consisted of--sat there, waiting for him. Every day was a repetition of the last. He was tired, and he was bored and he wanted to take the entire place down. Something told him that soon, soon something would happen and a big change would take place.
No such hope existed anymore, as far as he could see. 3527 took the first spoonful to his mouth--he would have thought it tasted awful, but he had little to compare it to.
OOC :: The beginning of the RPG is rather straightforward. Your character is woken up in the morning by his/her instructor, as per usual, and goes through the typical routine. Your introductory post should end as your character approaches the breakfast table. After this, some battle exercises and other events will follow, but remember--you do not yet know you are a Nephilim, or anything of the sort. The revelation will come tonight.
If you would like to ask any questions or give any comments as to how the story is going so far, or if you simply want to learn more about Heaven and Hell, visit the discussion thread in the RPG Café. Lastly, I´m once again sorry about the lateness. Let´s hope this goes well.
Because we don´t yet know our angelic names, it would be best to post the name of our character at the beginning of every post until we do know them, in order to avoid confusion.
Now, into the story...
***
(Zeruel, God´s Silence)
Light found its way through the concrete and crevices, the ripped curtains and blood-stained drapes.
Light twisted and bent to make way through the impermeable mist of dark and the stench of decay and waste.
The boy´s face twitched slightly with reluctance, one eyelid fluttering to the touch of the faintest ray of dawn.
Unfortunately for him and his kind, light would always find a way.
N E P H I L I M
As if the birth of morning light had alerted all officials, trainers and other bothersome figures of authority within the building, Scorpio sprang to life at once. With glum knowledge of what would immediately follow, the thirteen-year old fallen angel listened for the thumping of boots descending down the stairs to his chamber, wishing that he couldn´t hear them.
The door swung open. The boy had been having a dream, and while he was glad it was over, it still felt better than waking up to another routine training session. Now that he was fully conscious reality was able to wash over him. He was tired, cold and wet.
"F.ucking hell!" His trainer exclaimed without decorum, covering his crooked nose with a gloved hand. "Don´t give me this s.hit, kid!" With a swift kick of his shiny, black boots, the boy jerked and rolled over to the other side of the concrete three-by-five-meter floor that also served as his bed, leaving the smelly stain on which he had been lying on by itself.
Now positioned so that he was facing his instructor, the boy took a moment to study his trainer´s face. He had been instructed by three different men throughout his life. He assumed that their tasks had been changed, or they were dead. Whenever his instructor changed, the new one simply continued as if nothing had happened. This man, however, was just like all the others--he was ugly, mean, short-haired and as far as he was concerned, hardly more important than the pile of oversized flies that had begun to breed at the dampest corner of his room.
"Yeah." He answered, although his answer didn´t really make sense, as he rose to a half-fetal position. Admittedly he was embarrassed. He had been experiencing extraordinary dreams. First, he was the big monster, crushing all the people and eating them and knocking down buildings like he used to. But then a bigger monster came. And that monster then ate him.
He didn´t enjoy being swallowed; he wasn´t a toy, after all. He certainly wasn´t like his instructor, who could get stomped and crushed and ripped apart and munched by a dinosaur and he couldn´t have cared less. It scared him, and these were the results.
"Get up already. I´ll send the cleaning crew in. Stupid baby." The trainer growled, halting the boy´s train of thought. He stood up in the recognition of a new, unavoidable day. He began to make his way toward the door, out into a tiny concrete space, up the dusty stairs, make a left, go past the boiler room, into the mess hall where he would be served a platter of unidentifiable mush. He was resigned and at the same time rebellious.
He was stopped before getting out of the pestilent chamber that he resided in, however. His instructor was gripping his shoulder tightly and it was rather painful.
"Not with that. F.uck."
The boy gazed down. Obviously, his shorts were soaked.
He really hoped they wouldn´t tell the others about this.
***
A change of clothes and some more yelling later, he had finally managed to make it to the mess hall, where a number of other people were already out and about. They were all familiar faces, but he did not know their names. That was the way of Scorpio, after all. No unnecessary bonding. Now that he thought about it, he didn´t know his instructor´s name. He didn´t need to, just like the instructor didn´t need to know his. To the rest of the world, he had always been three-five-two-seven. That would be that.
"Sit." The man barked with authority, pulling a metallic chair out from under the table and walking away, evidently uninterested now that his duties were over. The boy accepted it calmly, as he did every day, and took his corresponding seat. This round table had always been reserved for him and for the six others. Apparently bonding was necessary when you were going to fight along with others. All their exercises were together. All their classes were together. He remembered being six years old, and being allowed some play time where he would go and be with the others. There was no evidence, but just a feeling, that they were connected beyond being slaves of Scorpio.
But such philosophizing wasn´t useful now or in the battlefield. He had to eat quickly, as evidently he had spent all of the instructor´s patience with the incident earlier in the morning. The pile of unmistakeably yellow porridge--whatever it consisted of--sat there, waiting for him. Every day was a repetition of the last. He was tired, and he was bored and he wanted to take the entire place down. Something told him that soon, soon something would happen and a big change would take place.
No such hope existed anymore, as far as he could see. 3527 took the first spoonful to his mouth--he would have thought it tasted awful, but he had little to compare it to.
OOC :: The beginning of the RPG is rather straightforward. Your character is woken up in the morning by his/her instructor, as per usual, and goes through the typical routine. Your introductory post should end as your character approaches the breakfast table. After this, some battle exercises and other events will follow, but remember--you do not yet know you are a Nephilim, or anything of the sort. The revelation will come tonight.
If you would like to ask any questions or give any comments as to how the story is going so far, or if you simply want to learn more about Heaven and Hell, visit the discussion thread in the RPG Café. Lastly, I´m once again sorry about the lateness. Let´s hope this goes well.
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