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 Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 1:30 pm
Scenario title: There's a time in every man's life Date:Wednesday 3/30/11 Time: Starts at 4:30 pm Weather: Cloudy Major or minor event: Major, Celebration of Revival tonight. (Carnival, ceremony, all about the coming of spring) Location: All of Armarus Opening Post: "When their past comes back to haunt them. It's a lot like a mint, you take one from the bowl and eat it on the spot because you forgot to brush your teeth that day, and are out on the town, but then you run into your mate and the mint's effect wears off without you noticing so they are disgusted by your breath and thinks you're a total slob, that may be true, maybe not. They wouldn't know."Aaron spoke to himself, sitting on the usual bench in the usual park, across the Drang river which flowed down a canal just behind the apartment complex where two mercenary groups resided. The man had actually been living in this park for a few weeks now, having had his house blown to high hell in an escapade involving a bomb, and four Gunmetal Mercenaries.
The tears of a young girl dripped onto the concrete pathway just in front of the bench, splattering along the ground only to join several others. The rounded cheeks of the optimistic Kagura Shionte were stained with her tears, streaking down in lines that would glimmer in the dull sunlight.
Aaron took a deep breath and exhaled, his breath smelt of cigarettes. Feeling obligated to help out a crying young lady, Aaron leaned forward, fiddling around with the cigarette between his index and middle fingers, he tapped it against the armrest of the bench and gave a dull look towards Kagura.
"What's wrong, kiddo, dog run away?" He asked, taking a shot in the dark.
Kagura straightened her posture, trying to hold back the tears long enough to hold a decent conversation.
"Why would you care, don't you have more important things to do?" She answered, trying to sound tough despite the fact that she had been crying on this bench for the past twenty minutes.
"Me? Tch, nope. I've got nothing to do these days, I already got fired from today's job. I was an airship pilot, wrecked the hangar on the first launch." Aaron's response brought up a question.. Why would they let a hobo, someone who hadn't even gone to college to be a pilot of anything other than a car, fly an airship filled with passengers? Seemed like a dumb idea, but then again.. This is Armarus after all.
Kagura swerved around the question that spawned in her head and stayed on topic. "Fine.." She took a deep breath, shutting her eyes once again, her lip quivered. "Master said I'm not fit to be a mercenary.." She admitted.
"Well that's not all that bad, I mean, he's just one person." He said. Kagura's head jerked to face Aaron, anger mixing in with those tears.
"You don't understand, why don't you just go run off and buy another pack of those death sticks!?" She cried out, shutting her eyes tight once again, tears welled up inside her eyes, seeping out through the corners of her eyelids.
"Well, if you explain it to me, maybe I'll understand." Aaron said, leaning back and taking another drawl of his cigarette. And without hesitation, Kagura began to speak. "I've gone through so much with him, I was his student for over a year! We've run missions, fought together, even saved the world once! We've defeated dozens and dozens of foes together, and now he just goes around and says I'm weak!"
"You're better off being weak then, your a kid, he's a thousand year old gatekeeper demon who's been a murderer since birth. You shouldn't have been involved with him in the first place."
"But I wouldn't be here without him!"
"Well you should've split from him as soon as possible. He's turning you into a living weapon, he's trained you to murder, a useless skill."
"Useless? I've rescued people, I've protected people! I just want to be a hero, Master's been training me to become one!"
"But he's no hero. Heroes aren't people who run around chopping off the heads of others." A lone leaf blew along the ground, getting caught on the leg of the bench where it began to struggle against to get free.
"And I guess that makes you a messiah!" Kagura screamed, a gust of wind blasted outwards from her, splitting the leaf in two, allowing it to freely fly around the bench and go off away from each other. Aaron's hair was placed in a similar position, tossed around as if he was in a snow globe.
"Me? I'm no messiah, I'm just as bad as Duriono and that dog of the Vanguard Salem."
Kagura stood up, not being able to take any of this any more.
"My father is a hero, he's the one man keeping this city from being destroyed by Crimson and the Fiends! He saved my life on several occasions, he's saved your life! He's the greatest father a person could have!"
"He's turning you into his little weapon of war, to join him on the battle field and assist with the murder of the bad guys and all those people who look like them.
"Shut up!" Kagura screamed with finality, letting lose a blast of wind so fierce that it shot Aaron and his bench across the park, nearly careening into a tree which was warped by the severity of the gust.
The child took a deep breath, straightening her posture before slowly walking away from the site.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 6:43 pm
"The Festival of revival? That's come around again?"
Salem Shionte said, somewhat surprised that the days had flown by so quickly. He was sitting at his desk inside of the Vanguard's Armarian headquarters. A large building, about half the size of a sky scraper, and as long as wide as two city blocks. Salem had one of the finer offices in the building, a larger one with a long one way bullet proof window that over looked central Armarus. The city's skyline visible from here. There were several medals hung up on the walls, and a miniature refrigeration unit. Also known as a mini fridge.
His green eyes skimmed the paper on his desk covered with pictures of Kagura and his wife; Hakura.
"Yeah, time flies doesn't it... It's as if I was just being appointed to Lida's guild house just yesterday." A much lighter, more womanly voice flew across the room from the chair on the other side of the desk. Her deep, dark blue hair curving around her neck to dangle over in front of the breast pocket of her blazer.
"So, what's the Vanguard going to do this year?" She asked, changing the topic from a previous conversation that you're frankly not allowed to hear about right now. "Recruiting? Demonstrating? Speech?"
A ball point pen began to scribble along the paper on his sheet.
"All three, but we plan to stay out of the main festivities. The guild's going to be sponsoring the whole thing, right?"
'You know it, I always did love the spot light. Ever since I was a little girl!" Sky exclaimed, "It's going to be great! Ferris wheel, roller coasters, and plays, and all that jazz! You know it's going to be amazing!" A smile touched her red glossy lips.
"I'll make him mine, tonight!"
**
"Guys! We're out of toilet paper!" Duriono shouted from the Gunmetal's apartment's bathroom. One of the two bathrooms inside of the penthouse apartment.
He was stuck on the toilet, the newspaper laying across his lap.
"Bishop!? Mary? Anyone? Juuuuuuney! Juuuney! I have a present for you, and all you need to do is bring me toilet paper!" He screamed. Only to receive no reply.
"This isn't funny guys! You're all supposed to be a bunch of lazy bums!" He yelled, "I hope this happens to one of you some day, I'll laugh my a** off when that happens!"
Where were the other Gunmetals? They weren't rushing to his assistance?
"Hey! Voice in my head, stop talking and go get me some help!" The demon shouted, eyes going bloodshot with rage and anxiety. "My a** hurts just from sitting on this toilet!"
Since I'm just a disembodied voice, I'll just turn your attention away from Duriono and over to the other Gunmetals.
"Don't you leave me!"
So, Bishop, Mary, Brig and Key were all collected in shop Gunmetal, just for the sake of getting out of the house. Were there more? Maybe.
Bishop sat in his little rotating chair behind the counter that over looked the three aisles of the shop, his feet propped up on the counter, right next to Mary's huge a**. Brig leaned up against the wall with Key positioned on Mary's lap.
"There's a train leaving town in an hour, it's not waiting for you, and neither am I.." Mary said in a sing song voice, listening to music on her headphones as usual. "And I can't tell if you're laughing.."
"Are you kidding me?" Bishop sputtered out, in the middle of an argument with Brig. "Hulk wouldn't stand a chance against Guile!"
"Hey, don't mess with the Hulk, Guile knows that. He's fuelled by Gamma rays and is totally ripped! He'd tear Guile's a** up!" Brig countered, slamming his fist down upon the counter, causing Mary to bounce up at the other end.
"Excuse me! Can't you see I'm trying to do something here?!" She suddenly roared, snapping out of her singing voice, and into her rage voice. The other few men shrunk in their positions, Key's face turned pale, only held in place by Mary's arms. Oh, how he wished he could just run.
"Thank you.." She took a deep breath and began to sing once again. "You can catch up with yourself.. if you run.."
"That's a paradox you know." Key felt obliged to state.
"And I don't @#$#ing care!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 4:43 pm
"Try again."
Terah stood with his arms crossed, shifting is wieght around on his feet as he watched Aleta launch balls of light at a target behind the apartment building. The brief glows illuminated the bejeweled trees, there was a freezing rain last night.
She gathered another round, glowing shape, and launched it. The light shattered and distributed itself like a snowball, going in all directions and becoming intellegiable from it's enviroment.
"Can I stop now?" Her voice was as close to whineing as it ever got. "We've been at this for a while now."
He was a big man, well over 6 feet tall, and muscular, but not like Brig, more lean and almost boyish-looking. Shakeing his dark head, "You're a lot stronger than you think. Aleta, you have a lot more than you've shown yourself. Ever since I saw you on TV, in the deathmatch, I've decided to dedicateing myself to improveing your skills. Besides, it's only been half an hour."
Aleta returned to the monotanous target practice, muttering.
In the past few weeks, thier birthdays come and gone with the usual celebrations, Aleta and Rafeal were 17 years old now. It was nice to celebrate with people they considered family... Terah and Ezrah's sons even returned for a day, but it is unknown if they left Armarus.
After the deathmatch, they returned to their usual proclivities with little interffereance from Nethor. There was a gathering of Dark Elves and demons on the outskirts of town, but that was quickly dispatched by the Rothmore siblings.
Meanwhile, Rafeal was in the kitchen talking to Ezrah. "I'm just saying... it's not a good idea to keep that in the house..." He gestured to the newly purchased bottle of wine.
"I don't think she's going to drink again, Raf." Her brown eyes were earnest. "And Terah and I like to have a drink once in a while."
His shoulders slumped. "Yeah but... if she broke down like that, how long do I have?" Rafeal was afraid he would become like his father and brother.
The small woman reached out and walked closer to him, "I'll hide it." Changeing the subject, "Did you ask her?" She said with brightness.
"No." He was reminded once more of the delicate ring in his pocket. We're old enough now... to be engaged. Smileing at the thought, "But I will when I'm ready, okay?"
"I imagine it'll piss your family off." Ezrah said with relish.
Rafeal chuckled, "Yeah, it would!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 6:15 pm
Duriono gained this desperate, exhausted look which could even be seen despite the fact that his eyes had been reduced to little squiggly lines, sweat formed around his brow, dripping down to his nose. He looked around, his hand reached back behind him for the switch to the toilet that would send this mission down the drain.
Pshhhhh.... After that, he began to stare towards the-
"Hey! Stop narrating this, it's creepy!" He suddenly began to whine, contorting his facial features into a look of disgust. Even though he had wanted me to stay with him a moment ago..
"Hey, when you start narrating about a guy on the pot, that's when you've got to go."
Pffft, fine.. I can't believe the narrator, the guy who's in charge of this universe is being told to go away by a lowly character.. My grandfather was in Shakespeare you know!
"Yeah, well I don't care. Now go the @#$# away!"
Alright.. fine.
The view of this little transaction between a spirit and an insane demon became obscured by a steel door, a chain with three canine heads emblazoned on it. It began to slide down to the right of your vision, only to replaced by another door with a black flame on it. The door began to creak open, revealing our next little scene.
**
"What is this.. I don't even!" Midori screamed, placing her pale hands upon both cheeks. She, along with the other fallen flames stood at the carnival sight, which just so happened to be right in front of their old home; the Armarian library.
The carnival was all set up, several workers were putting on the final touches and making sure everything was in order.
"They were working on this abomination instead of our home!?"
Heirou stepped forward, his hands invisible due to his sleeves being so long.
"What did you expect, these things take up a lot of time you know, planning, resource gathering, the whole eleven miles." He deducted, eyes scanning the rigging of each ride, and every detail of every little stand.
Tau seemed angered by this, like he really wanted to break something.
"Can I destroy it?" He asked, like a child wanting to get into the cookie jar.
"No, you lumbering mass of muscle! Don't you have any kind of self control! These festivals are always fun, now don't go killing the fun!" Axis cut in, glaring at Tau, who was carrying Prairie on his shoulder.
"Yeah! I wanna ride all of the rides! Taste all of the candy! It'll be awesome!"
"I don't care! This needs to go! Do these peasants know who I am!?" Midori countered, stomping on the ground to put the other members in line, this succeeded for a moment, the mercenaries straightened their stance as if saluting the flag, that was, until Heirou cut in.
"The Vanguard's going to be there, and in big numbers too.. It could be a good chance to turn the populous against them."
***
Five minutes later, Midori was riding the Ferris wheel, cones of ice cream in hand, she was screaming at the top of her lungs in excitement.
"YAAAAAAYS!"
The others stood on ground level, Axis had run off to monitor the ride, leaving Tau, Prairie and Heirou infront of the ride.
"..You don't really want to go to that Vanguard meeting do you." Prairie asked, shooting a sideways look at Heirou.
"Not on your life."
"So, how long do you think we can keep her entertained before she runs off and breaks something?"
"Ten, twenty minutes.. We just have to keep something interesting going before she does think about doing something stupid."
"Alright, mission start." Tau said with finality.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 2:24 pm
(( xD ))
After 5 more minutes, "So, do you want me to learn to shoot lasers or something?"
"It's possible." Terah said while making the dirt fly around his fet. Yep, like Aleta could bend Light to her will, Terah could do the same with Earth.
"..." The girl shot a beam with her hand, but it had no effect on the impervious target. "I could hurt people with no weapons then..." She scowled, and looked at her hands. "Why can't I just deal with a sword and dagger?"
The man was about to speak when Rafeal approached. "Hey." With a slightly flirtaitious smile, he sauntered over to Aleta, who smiled back. "Hey."
"So..." a pause. "There's a carnival today, do you want to go?"
Aleta laughed, he sounded like an awkward schoolboy asking for a date.... wich he really was.
"Do you have to ask?" Thankful for the distraction and apparent dismissial from the lesson, she kissed Rafeal on the cheek, "Yeah of course I want to go!" She took his hand, "Come on, we'll find some friends first."
((Aw... it this is going to remind me of that one time with Aries. crying ...))
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 3:27 pm
The distraught Kagura dragged her feet along the cement sidewalk, her lips shut tight. The happy aura she had carried along with her at all times had been drowned out with an air of irritation.
She was no longer a Gunmetal Mercenary! What would she do now? All little Kagura wanted was to be a hero like her father, she wanted to be strong like Duriono! Sure it was a common dream, but she was one of the few people who could actually make it a reality!
Her puppy; Django kept running circles around her, and every now and again would brush up against her leg, clearly noticing how upset she was.
((I'd type more, but I've been CHALLENGED to MVC3)
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 5:22 pm
Aleta and Rafeal had thier fingers locked, swinging between them. The girl was in a pretty good mood today, happy. Nothing destructive had happened in the past few weeks, no real interferrance from Nethor, or any one else for that matter.
It wasn't before long they happened accross Kagura, who they hadn't seen in ages. "Hey Kagura!" Aleta smiled, making eye contact.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 6:37 pm
"I'm a savior, I'm a sinner, I'm a killer, I'm a soldier in the blood war, in the peace corp.." 
Kagura stopped in her tracks and Django began to paw at her pants leg, wanting to be lifted up.
Hearing her name be called, she looked upwards, locking eyes with the person who had summoned her.
She just wanted to disappear right then and there, her cheeks were still stained with tears in clearly outlined paths starting from the corners of her eyes. Her lips never formed a smile, despite wanting to.
She should say something, she should run away.. She should turn her attention to little Django.
Yet, she did nothing, she stood there in the spring winds, her clothes flapping with the current.
"Loser, number zero, play the victim end up a hero, I'm a coward, a fighter, You are me, I am you, and we are.."
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 6:43 pm
((I love that song in the post style... it's very fitting as a theme song.))
"Kagura..." Aleta loosened her grip on her mate's hand, and walked closer. She knew about the little situation with Kagura, she was no longer a part of their group, she wasn't allowed to be. "What's wrong? It looks like you've been crying..."
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 7:16 pm
"I'm a savior, I'm a sinner, I'm a killer, I'm a soldier in the blood war, in the peace corp.."
((U: I changed around the order of the lyrics, obviously. But yeah, I thought it was pretty suitable))
She shook her head, facing away. "I haven't, your eyes are lying to you." Kagura sputtered out. She had had enough of talking, still recovering from Aaron's bashing of her idols. Just turn away, ignore her, shut her out. Don't show weakness. Her mind was telling her, giving her several ways out. However her body ignored all of them, she crouched down and picked up the young Django, placing him against her cheek and began to nuzzle him with her cheek half heartedly.
"Django was.. He was licking me earlier.." She said in a quiet tone, breaking up somewhat.
"Loser, number zero, play the victim end up a hero, I'm a coward, a fighter, You are me, I am you, and we are.."
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 7:21 pm
((Yep, I noticed.))
Of all people, Aleta knew what someone looked like when tears were shed, as a person who cried a lot herself. "... No he wasn't... Kagura, sweetie, what's wrong?"
Sweetie? It occured to Rafeal that he rarely saw his girlfriend be so tender toward people, with him as an exception.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 7:55 pm
"I'm a savior, I'm a sinner, I'm a killer, I'm a soldier in the blood war, in the peace corp.."
Kagura tried to shut her out, but it still just wouldn't work. Her vision became cloudy, as if she were staring at the world. Something began to chill her cheeks, she wiped them away, sniffling while doing so.
"It's not important.." She tried to persuade, trying to get away with whatever dignity she had left.
"Loser, number zero, play the victim end up a hero, I'm a coward, a fighter, You are me, I am you, and we are.."
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 8:06 pm
In the warm safety of the bed, a man snuggled with his pillow. The bland room had flamboyant curtains, yet the curtains didn't match the wooden floor. Behind the colorful cloth was a small, opened window. A wee wind with a greasy aroma waltzed into the sleeping man's system. "Dogs... Hmm.. Yum," he moaned. The air was filled with fun and many kinds of edible dogs. Hot dogs, corn dogs, hush puppies. and all kinds of fatty foods were lingering in the air.
The sleeping man groaned; his hand went and clutched his empty stomach, "So hungry." He licked his lips and cracked open his eyes. "What's the occasion of these yummy foods?" he raised an eyebrow and inched to see the commotion through the window. Goosebumps itched to come out of his skin, but they were too afraid. "Yeah, Kadar Genova here in service! No one messes with me!" it was one of those daily things that he would do like brushing the hair on his head. He would try to raise his spirits when nothing needed to raised. He was crazy, but even crazier for food.
He rubbed his eyes and cheered, "Seems like a carnival is in town! I wonder why I didn't get the memo about it?" He scratched his head, "Oh well! I'm going to have fun and lots of food. Let's see, it makes sense that I didn't get notified about this. This is my first time in Armarus! It makes perfect sense!" He danced around in his room and whipped on purples, reds, yellows, and oranges. Finally, he was ready to go with a black trench coat, "Here I come!"
He ran down the endless stairway of the giant place. He leaped out of the entrance and skipped to the carnival, "How exciting!" It was Kadar's first time out in the city of Armarus. He was very vigilant about coming to a new city and joining Fallen Flames, but it seems that his new life might be on a great start. However, he still didn't know anyone in this big city, not even fellow members of the Fallen Flames. "Bah! Do I really need friends to party?" he reassured himself.
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The odd fairy smiled at the thought of attending a carnival, "It's going to be my tenth time at a carnival, but I wonder how carnivals here are like? This trip will be different. I'm going to a carnival alone, but I did choose this way." She strolled around the streets, avoiding the passing crowds. Violet sighed, "I wonder what I should do?" Her stomach growled and wheezed, "Time to get food, I guess." The fairy pointed her nose around, trying to get the scent of delicious food.
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Posted: Fri Mar 25, 2011 8:55 pm
((*will make a Fallen Flame Post style when I get back from Massachusetts)) The group of Mercenaries dressed in black and blue dashed back and forth about the carnival, lead around by Midori. If one stood on one of the streets and stared down it, it would look like one of those old Scooby do chase sequences. Midori ran down one way with cotton candy, the others would pursue, then she would run down another one on the opposite side of the area, popcorn in hand. Eventually the Flames scattered out, and they all ended up taking different districts. They all came another way and reunited in the center, only to find Midori sitting on the bench with an assortment of prizes and snacks.
"What are you doing? The Vanguard isn't going to be here until later!" She observed the others' silly antics, not once linking them to her constant sprinting around.
Axis just gave the princess a dull gaze before straightening himself up and marching away from the group.
"Blah, if you need me then come get me.." He said, strutting his stuff right on out of there. What kind of princess, a demon princess would go around going crazy at a carnival when there was planning to be done?
"Have fun," Midori dismissed him, standing up with a huge panda bear under her arm and a stick of pocky between her lips.
Tau, towering above the others as usual, looked towards Heirou, as if wanting to know their next move.
"Just don't say anything, don't break anything, and don't break anyone." He ordered, on cue.
Whenever Midori was being flighty, Heirou would step up as leader, it wasn't too unusual for Midori to lose herself upon some topic, but actually smile about something? This was the first time in a long time! Midori usually only smiled whenever something devious was in the works, or when she had the upper hand in something.. Now here, there was no conflict, no violence, no danger.. seemed Midori was finally having some genuine fun!
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2011 11:53 am
Kadar danced his way into a show of the big top tent. Clowns, elephants, and penguins in clothing wobbled around in confusion. The audience giggled and cheered, but the genie frowned. "What in the world is this? Why are they laughing at something so lame? They should be screaming and cheering for raining of red and a few guts here and there. That's what a show should be!" he glared at the audience. He leaped onto the stage area. The audience had not noticed the man, but the workers did.They snarled and asked him to lave, but he didn't move.
Kadar waved his hands around in great speed. An illusion was what he was trying to do. The penguins squawked and waddled toward the genie. He placed them into his coat, one by one... When all were in his coat, he threw off the coat. Thousands of red paper birds flew from the coat and danced around the tent. He snapped; the birds exploded into red confetti. The crowd cheered, yet they wondered where the penguins were. He stomped on his flat coat, which red liquids squirted out from all sides. The audience gasped and frowned. Kadar smiled and waved. He ripped off his baggy pants, which penguins and fish rolled out of. The audience cheered and clapped some more.
The workers were not happy, so they chased poor Kadar. He was cheerful about his performance, even though he had ripped off one of his favorite pants. No worries though, he had more baggy pants underneath.
***
Violet had caught the scent of ice cream. She hadn't had ice cream in such a long time, so it was time for her eat some. She strolled to the ice cream stand and ordered a cotton candy flavored ice cream. She stood at the stand, waiting for her order. Once she got it, she tried to lick it. Unfortunately, someone pushed her aside, making the ice cream drop onto the damned floor. "Aw shucks," she sighed.
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