Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 28 - 1/4 | DATE: October 19th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Northampton, England Joslyn was shocked to see Brandon opening the door. She wondered if Hana was in the room with him. "Oh... it's you." Sam said as soon as he saw him. "Huuuuuuuuuuuuh~" "Oh wonderful, Mr. Rambles-on-too-long. Why do we have to deal with him again?" "Compadre, Jo! Man it's been awhile, well like three or four days or something. Man how you guys been? What've you been up to? Why did you knock on my door?" He certainly seemed happy to see them. "O-oh. Well, we were just looking for you guys." She tapped at the compass hanging from her neck. However, Sam had just gone to another room that the compass pointed. "A-aren't you gonna say hi?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey to you too, kid." He knocked on the next door. "I wanna get this over with already so we don't have to wait a whole day to gather everyone up." "Aaaaaah, of course. That makes sense." "Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy~ are you answering him? He can't hear yoooooooouuuuuuuu~." "And you shut your stupid face!" Victor merely scoffed. "Oh... well... Okay." She started to twiddle her fingers. "Sooo~." Joslyn said nervously as she stood in front of Brandon. "Uuuh... How have you been?" "Ugh, why are you even talking to this kid? He isn't worth, well, anyone's time." Joslyn tried her hardest to disregard their comments. "C'mon, let's go over with Sam." "Umm... Ha-have you been training?" She let out a sheepish laughter.
DAY 28Saturday, October 19th, 2013 Samuel Riviera DAY: 28 - 1/4 | DATE: October 19th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Alistair's Private Jet ==> Hotel in Northampton, England Sam didn't get too much sleep on the plane before it landed in England. Surprisingly, and fortunately, there weren't too many of those zombie things around. Not wanting to stick around any longer than they needed to, Sam pushed for everybody to get into the car that was waiting for them and got the hell out of there. The faster they got out of there, the faster they could get back together with everyone. Although, Sam wasn't too pleased with the idea that they would be traveling around with that asshole know-it-all in their group. He'd probably need more outlets for his rage with him around. This is gonna be fun~ After getting to Northampton, they followed the compass to the hotel that the others were staying in. Sam stretched out a bit after stepping out of the limo. It might take them a while to find the others since Red neglected to mention room numbers. Whatever, they'd find them soon enough, so with the pale girl leading the way, they used the compass to see where it would lead them. After going passed several doors, they eventually got to three doors where the needle rapidly jumped between them. It was safe to say that this is where the others were cooped up. Now the issue was who was in which room. "So... Wh-which one do we knock on first?" "Beats me." As soon he said that, he started to knock on one of the doors. "I ho... I hope that this is the room Hana is in." "Me too. I'm not in the mood to deal with that asshole right now." He pulled Red's phone out. "Besides, I need to return something to her." He stood in front of the door, waiting for whoever was on the other side.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 27 - 4/4 | DATE: October 18th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Henrik's SUV ==> Alistair's Private Jet en route to England That Heinrik guy showed up with his SUV just in the nick of time. With zombies on their asses, everybody hustled into the car and they peeled out of there. Now it seems that they were heading to the airport, and that guy still insisted on translating things to Spanish. Prick. They all got out of that scrape alive, that was good. He looked over the group and made a head count to be absolutely sure. All of them were the- Wait a minute... Sam double checked to make sure he counted correctly. Sure enough, they were one head short. Where the hell was the cop? "Ah shit, don't tell me..." "Wha-what is it?" The pale girl questioned. "Did anybody see the cop get out of there?" It was silent after that. He wasn't in the car and no one saw him get out of there. That could mean only one thing: The cop died back there. "Son of a bitch!" They had lost someone else. This was seriously starting to piss him off, things seemed to always go wrong around them. He pulled out Red's phone and looked at it for a while. Since she had Jun Tae's phone with her, he could contact her whenever he wanted to. Although, she did seem a little pissed the last time she called. Well, even if she was still mad, he had to tell her that the cop died. After thinking it over, he called his phone and spoke when she picked up. Spoiler: Phone Call "Red?" "What?" She snapped at him. Just as he expected, she was still mad. He let out a sigh. It was jarring having to tell her this. "Well... I got some good news and some bad news..." "You have more bad news?" "Unfortunately." Sam paused for a little bit. "Do you want to hear the good news first?" "Might as well." "Good news is that I convinced that guy we couldn't talk to to come with us. And that other guy who I thought we messed up with is here with us now." "You convinced him? Last I checked, I was the one that talked to him. And the bad news?" "Alright, fine. I beat him. Anyways... the bad news is that the cop... got killed..." " ... What? " "After I finished talking to that guy... we were surrounded by these zombies... and the warehouse we were at caught on fire..." He paused again. "Well... long story short... he didn't make it out." "Did you do it Samuel?" "No. It wasn't me this time around. If anything, I'm willing to bet that Chicken Wings or that Bandaged up bitch had something to do with this." "These creatures don't really seem like them though. Danel is the Angel of Judgement and Temeluchas is the Angel of Torment. These hordes of possessed people don't fit their M.O." "Well, I'm sure there's someone who fits the bill. Any idea who?" "Not right now. You're sure Zadkiel is dead? He didn't just, get stuck somewhere or something?" "Those possessed people swarmed in and the whole building collapsed. I doubt anyone could survive that. Not even an angel." There was a long silence before she spoke again. "Are you ... are you okay?" "We're fine, for the most part. We are all heading for the airport right now, so we'll try to get there as soon as we can..." "London is even more infested then it was before. They don't even have anyone at the airports anymore. Landing might be difficult. We're in Northampton now at a hotel." "Thanks for the heads up. I'll let everyone know. I think it'll be good for me to have more of those damned things to cut down. I've been needing an outlet." "Don't do anything too stupid and get here quickly." "Right. And..." Sam paused again, having this conversation was definitely not something he expected. "Sorry... that I had to tell you that..." "It's fine. I'm going to bed. I've had a constant headache all day and it doesn't seem to want to go away." "Fine. You get your rest. Bye." "Good night." He hung up the phone after that. After that, he told everyone that there were even more of those zombie things in England now and that they were staying in a hotel in Northampton. When he finished talking, he just kept staring out the window. They were finally at the airport where Alistair's private jet was kept. He got on it and took a seat without a word. All he really did was fiddle with Red's phone. It wasn't even on, he just physically played around with that phone. Regrouping with them would definitely be a good idea, though it wouldn't be a happy reunion. He fell asleep in the plane. Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 27 - 4/4 | DATE: October 18th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Alistair's Private Jet en route to England Joslyn fell asleep on the jet when they got there because tiredness and I'm feeling pretty lazy right now and it's passed midnight... Yeaaaaaahhh~
5 Samuel Riviera DAY: 27 - 3/4 | DATE: October 18th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Abandoned warehouse in Kristiansand, Norway The strangers arm caught on fire from his attack, though it was quickly extinguished by the white flames he controlled. He extended his arm out to shake his hand, which Sam would've been happy to return had it not been for the sudden appearance of zombies. On top of that, the warehouse had begun to collapse. "Oh, you think this'll stop us? As if!!" His blade caught on fire once more and he ran towards them, slashing wildly at each and every one of them to cut a path through them. "Move out of the way you stupid motherfuckers!!" He didn't stop slicing and dicing until he made it out of there. 4 Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 27 - 3/4 | DATE: October 18th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Abandoned warehouse in Kristiansand, Norway She was worried that the stranger was hurt, but she was glad that he seemed to be fine. However, the sudden appearance of zombies replaced those worries in an instant. Sam, not one to be caught up by this, surged through the horde of on coming zombies, cutting a path through them. Joslyn, not wanting to die, followed behind Sam. It was horrible to see these things get cut up, but it was all to survive. And survive was something that she had to do, for Hana. She continued moving her legs until they got out of that building.
2 Samuel Riviera DAY: 27 - 3/4 | DATE: October 18th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Abandoned warehouse in Kristiansand, Norway It was clear from his movements that the guy was trained in this manner of fighting. His form was flawless, with his execution making it seem like he's moving in slow-motion. It was definitely a sight to behold, and it was easy to forget that this guy was in a fight. As he distractedly watched the man move, he closed in and swung at Sam's blade, forcing it to move aside along with his arm. With this opportunity, the stranger stabbed at his injured shoulder. Again with the shoulder, what was it with everything happening to his shoulder? This was beginning to get annoying. He used his bare hand to deflect the saber. His hand got cut, but it was much better than getting stabbed in the shoulder yet again. He backed up a little bit to have some breathing room. That was something he wasn't fully expecting. When he looked at his hand, not only was it cut, but it was also a burnt. This guy has definitely been training to use his powers. It looked like there wasn't much for him to lose. He had been able to ignite his fists before, so maybe he could coat his blade in flames as well. Sam had never tried it before, but now was as good a time as any to try. He took a couple of deep breaths and pictured flames on his blade. Sure enough, scarlet flames coated his blade. I'll win no matter what!! He dragged the tip of his sword along the ground and swung his blade upward at his opponent, sending flames upward.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 27 - 3/4 | DATE: October 18th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Abandoned warehouse in Kristiansand, Norway The guy handed the phone back to him before drawing his sword. He put the phone to his ear, unsure of what just happened. "Red, what did this guy just say?" "He said, 'I want to be sure of who I'm working with, so tell them to bring out their strongest in a one on one fight against me so I can see just what you 'angels' are actually made of, and if you'll be worth my energy to help.'" A smile crept across Sam's face. "That's all I needed to hear. Thanks for the help, Red." He hung up the phone and placed it back in his pocket. "I know you don't understand me, but I'll gladly take you on." Sam reached into his other pocket and pull out his wand which transformed in his hand. He held the blade in front of him, holding it out to ready himself to counter his move. The blade glowed red as he held it. "Bring it on!" A pointless suggestion since he couldn't understand, but he felt the need to say it.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 27 - 3/4 | DATE: October 18th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Abandoned warehouse in Kristiansand, Norway The guy seemingly had a conversation with himself before going to leave the warehouse. As Sam went to go after him, without warning, Red's phone started to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the Caller ID. Sam wasn't too pleased with the name that it showed: Jun Tae. He had an extremely annoyed face the moment he read his name. "What the hell does this asshole even want?" Sam was in for a pleasant surprise when he answered. Not even a sound had escaped him before the voice on the other side spoke. "We're back in England since it took you guys too long to finally come get us," she said without any formal greeting. It was Red, calling from Jun Tae's phone. Great, so that meant he was with them at that moment. "What is taking so long? I figured you would be back on that plane by now." Red sounded snappy and frustrated. He didn't like the sound of that. "We need to hurry up and regroup." "Well hello to you too. Anyways, it's a good thing you called. We're having a bit of trouble talking to this guy..." He looked to the guy who was leaving the warehouse. "See... we... or rather... I kind of... sort of... might have gotten into a fight with someone in front of his house.... So..." Sam started to scratch the back of his head. "We didn't exactly convince him to come along with us... So... we need you to talk to this guy for us because, well, we can't speak Norwegian..." He had no idea how she was going to react, but for now, he should give the phone to that guy. Sam ran up behind him and put his hand on his shoulder. "So, I'm just gonna hand this phone off to him and..." Before he finished speaking, he held out the phone to the stranger and motioned for him to take it.
Artist~ ✏ Username: Bite the Dust ✏ Name: Rowan Zachary Halstead ✏ Age: 20 [Teaching Aid] ✏ Appearance: Click ✏ Specialty: Drawing ✏ Hobbies: Hiking, Studying, Reading ✏ Personality: He is quite talkative, often rambling to strangers he meets simply because they said "Good morning." Rowan also firmly believes that in order to portray things as art, a proper understanding of the subject is require. To that end, he will extensively study and research what it is he wants to draw before doing so. He will even study things that cannot expressly be portrayed through drawing, such as smell and taste. ✏ Creation: ✏ Occupation: College Student ✏ Other: Has a fear of Pandas because of a poorly made stuffed bear.
As they walked into the warehouse, they were greeted by a man. He said something, although they had no idea what since it was in Norwegian. This was not good, though not unexpected. "Ah, dammit. We don't have any way of talking to this guy without a translator." Sam scratched the back of his head as he spoke. How would they convince him to come along? Talking was pretty much out of the question unless he could speak in English, and fighting him unprovoked would leave a bad impression on him. There weren't many options for them. "Anybody have any ideas?" "Umm... N-none that I can think of at t-the moment..." The pale girl spoke up. "Great... This is just perfect." Sam had an utterly annoyed look on his face. He could only hope that, through some kind of miracle, he could speak English. Even just a little. Enough to understand a greeting at the very least. He ran his fingers through his hair. "Do. You. Understand. English?" He spoke slowly, putting added emphasis on each word. Although at this point, it seemed like there was slim to no chance of this guy speaking any English. OOC: Phone posts are fu~n
Samuel Riviera DAY: 27 - 2/4 | DATE: October 18th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Limousine ==> Abandoned warehouse in Kristiansand, Norway Even though they had already met up with that angel Alistair mentioned, the compass was reacting to someone. That had to mean there was another angel somewhere in Norway. Following the directions the compass the pale girl had with her, they ended up driving in a limousine for three hours. Sam was getting pretty restless during the drive over, he didn't like to sit down for hours on end. He especially didn't like to be in a car with people he wasn't necessarily comfortable around. Eventually, three hours had passed and they ended up in a place called Kristiansand. They continued to follow the compass until it directed them to a seemingly abandoned warehouse. When they stepped out of the limo, Sam stretched out his arms and back. "Aaaaaah~. So, the guy is supposed to be in there?" "Tha-that's what the compass says." She held the compass out as it pointed directly to the warehouse. "I wonder if we'll even be able to communicate with this guy..." Since he was here in Norway, it would only make sense for him to only speak Norwegian. He wasn't sure if anyone amongst their group could speak it, though he highly doubted it. It would've been great if that Heinrik guy or whatever his name was decided to come, but no use lamenting over that now. All they could do now was attempt to get to communicate with him somehow. Maybe if they beat him he would come along with them. Ha, how simple would that be. No need for words, no need for eyes, hell, no need for ears. Just an understanding between two people in battle. Well, they didn't even know what the person was like, so he couldn't say anything for sure. "If... If only Hana were here..." "No use crying over that now. She isn't here right now. We have to deal with this now while we can." With that, he strutted into the abandoned warehouse, unaware of what awaited him inside. Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 27 - 2/4 | DATE: October 18th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Limousine ==> Abandoned warehouse in Kristiansand, Norway The compass was reacting to someone other than Henrik, so there had to be another angel somewhere in Norway. They decided to follow it, using Alistair's limo to follow where ever it pointed. So there they all sat in the limousine, awkwardly sitting close to each other. "Ugh. Some of these people, are they even useful? I mean, what have some of them done other than loaf around?" "Weeeeeeeeellllllllll~ I wouldn't know that, there isn't much we ourselves can dooooooooooo~." "Yeah, well everyone here except for Sam over there..." She paused for a bit, "Haven't done too much from what I've seen. They are just wasting space. We should get rid of some of them." "Aaaaaassssssss~ much as I hate to admit it, you are right about thaaaaaaaaaat~." "But... I haven't been much use myself...." "Well, you're hosting us. That's good enough for now. All of those other guys can go die. Well, except for Sam, of course." "Yooooooouuuuuuuu~ are such a giddy, little schoolgirl around him, you know thaaaaaaaaaat~?" "And you're still a freaky, little pervert that ogles at anything that moves." "Biiiiiiiiiiiiitccchhhhffffiiiiiiiiinnngggeeeeeeerrrrrrrrsssssss~!" "Dickbrain!" And there they go again. It seemed like their interactions always ended up like this. They eventually ended up at a seemingly abandoned warehouse, though someone had to be in there since the compass was pointing directly at it. Sam stepped out of the limo and stretched a bit. "Aaaaaah~. So, the guy is supposed to be in there?" "Tha-that's what it says." She held out the compass, confirming that it was pointing at the warehouse. "I wonder if we'll even be able to communicate with this guy..." Since he was here in Norway, it would only make sense for him to only speak Norwegian. That would be a problem, since she was sure no one in the group could speak it. The only ones that would most likely be able to communicate with him were Hana and Henrik. Hana was somewhere in Rome, and they didn't do the best job convincing Henrik. Still, she would've been a lot more comfortable with Hana around. "If... If only Hana were here..." "No use crying over that now. She isn't here right now. We have to deal with this now while we can." With that, he strutted into the abandoned warehouse, with Joslyn quickly following suit.
Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 27 - 1/4 | DATE: October 18th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Luxurious Hotel in Stevanger, Norway Joslyn woke up as the sunlight filtered into the room, forcing herself upright. A yawn escaped her as she stretched out her arms. The day before hadn't been very fruitful, since they were unable to convince Henrik to go with them. This was more because none of them had been exactly convincing, especially with Sam and Alistair getting into a fight right in front of the man's house. Not the best first impression anyone could leave. As she got out of bed, she heard a knock at the door. Oh, it must be Room Service with Breakfast. Opening the door confirmed her thoughts. After enjoying her breakfast, she sat idly on her bed as she flipped through the channels on TV. "Heeeeeeeeey~ Are we going to do anything fun tooooodaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy~?" "I don't know." "Iiiiiiiiit~ was fun watching the skinny guy duke it out with the big guy. Even if it was for a short whiiiiiiillllleeee~." "It was. I wished it would've gone longer. Sam would've destroyed him~" "Uuuuuuuuuuugggghhhh~ keep your orgasms to your self, pllllleeeeeaaaaassssseeeee~." "And you keep your stupidity to your self, dick for brains!" "Weeeeeeeeeeeelllllllllll~ quit gawking at that guy's muscles, biiiiiiiiiiiiiitchfiiiiinnggeeeeeeerrrrrssss~!" Amidst their bickering, Joslyn decided to go to the bathroom and take a quick shower. She had hoped that during all of their quarreling, Victor wouldn't notice and she could hopefully get through it unnoticed. It was one of the quicker showers that she has taken in her life. Her plan seemed to have worked since they were still going at it as she dried herself off. After putting her clothes on again, she wrapped the towel around her hair and left it as she continued to watch TV. It was a few minutes before someone commented on it. "Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhh~, since when did you have that towel on your heeeeeaaaaaaaaad~?" "I took a shower while you guys were fighting." "WHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTT~!?' "Well, looks like you didn't get to take your look, dipshit~" "Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut~ up, this is your faaaaaaauuuuuulllllllllt~!" They went at it again. Joslyn simply sighed as her eyes remained focused on the screen.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 26 - 4/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: In front of Brandt Residence ==> Luxurious Hotel in Stevanger, Norway As he drove his knee towards him, Moneybags brought his own knee forward and they clashed. Pain rushed through him, though that didn't inhibit him in the slightest. Then, Moneybags pulled his hand out of his pocket and punched Sam. It made full contact with his cheek and he stepped back a bit. He could tell he wasn't holding back. The more they fought, the more he started to respect Moneyba- no, Alistair. It was great, the excitement of the fight, and when that hit landed, he knew that Alistair was getting the same enjoyment out of the fight he was. That was something he could respect. Before the fight could continue, he heard something coming from the house. That's right, they were there to visit that guy. Well, judging from the fact that he just shut his door on them, they didn't exactly leave a good impression. Not that two men getting into a fight was a first good impression by any stretch of the imagination. Whatever, since they had no business there anymore, it seemed like they should go back to the hotel. No point in keeping all of those people waiting for them to finish a fight. It might've gone on for a good thirty minutes at the least. Sam sighed. "Well, that was fun, but unfortunately it has to end now." He smirked as he walked passed Alistair and tapped him on the shoulder. On the way back to the hotel, the pale girl had asked him if he was alright. He told her that a couple hits here and there was nothing, especially considering what had happened to him several days before. She just sat back and looked all worried. Once they were back at the hotel, he saw a note on one of the doors. He went up to it and read. That stupid kid. So he was gone to god knows where with Mr. Know-it-all asshole. Great. Well he could deal with him if he wants to, so whatever. He crumpled up the note and went into his room where he quickly fell asleep. Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 26 - 4/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: In front of Brandt Residence ==> Luxurious Hotel in Stevanger, Norway Back at the hotel, she went back to her room, still a little worried about Sam's well-being. Even though he said it was nothing, it looked incredibly painful. "Maaaaaaaaan~ I would not want to get into a scuffle with either of those guuuuuuyyyyyyyssss~" "Yeah. That Sam guy looked so strong..." "Oooooooooh~ please, you couldn't stop looking at his muscles like a little schooooooooooollllgiiiiirrrrrllll~" "Oh shut up, dumbass! You gawk at Joslyn when she showers, so don't even talk!" "Weeeeeeeeellllllllll~ fuck you toooooooooooo~" The bickering had started up once again, though that comment from Tessa just now made her even more conscious of herself whenever she takes showers. They weren't able to fully convince Henrik to come with them, though that was most likely because Hana wasn't there. If she was there, they would've had a much better chance at convincing him to come. No changing that now. She fell onto the bed and fell asleep with the TV on.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 26 - 4/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: In front of Brandt Residence The kick had gotten him and he fell over onto the ground. Ah, the satisfaction. Though almost as quickly as he fell down, he rolled away and got back up. Moneybags was good, though he never had a doubt about that. After all, they met him as he was fighting off some zombies, so it's only natural he'd be able to fight. "Come now! don't stop the fun!" He motioned for him to come at him before shoving his hands back into his pockets. "Hah, smug bastard!" Sam rushed at him once again, this time lifting up his knee to hit his gut. This was so much fun, it was great. He wondered if this guy thought the same thing. They would have something in common if he did. Whatever the case, this guy knew how to fight, and it was so entertaining. He didn't even care where they were anymore, this was just too good.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 26 - 4/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: In front of Brandt Residence Moneybags had ducked under his arm and kicked him in the back. Sam caught himself with his arms and pushed himself back up. This was certainly relieving his boredom, though his itch wouldn't go away until he connected with an actual hit. He turned to face his opponent and took on his stance once again. I'll make sure to enjoy this as much as I can. He dashed in again and this time did a sweep kick, making use of his forward momentum to add power to his kick. As he moved, he started to think about what moves he could do next. He would need to be able to react to Moneybags according to how he moved. His current condition wasn't exactly ideal, and his shoulder hasn't fully recovered, so he figured that he'd have to rely on kicks a lot more than punches.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 26 - 4/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: In front of Brandt Residence "Come now, anger is such a petty thing...to be set off by something like that so easily is quite pathetic...Henrik didn't react...yet you did...I find it quite humorous..." Moneybags said with a small chuckle before staring back at Sam with his eyes narrowed and smirked "well then...what now?" Sam smiled and let go of his shirt. He backed up a bit and moved his shoulder around to loosen it up. "What now, you ask? Well, right now, I need an outlet for my anger, and you look like the perfect punching bag." His neck made popping sounds as he bobbed it from side to side. The sound of him cracking his knuckles followed. The desire to hit something had been building up for a while now, and now the opportunity to satisfy it came. He would not let this go to waste. Sam assumed a fighting stance. "Let's go!" He rushed at him, putting his arm out to perform a clothesline against him. Whatever happened, this should be good enough to satisfy the itch for at least a little while.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 26 - 4/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Brandt Residence He had hoped that everything would go off with a hitch. He had hoped that no one would say anything stupid. He had hoped that this would be over quickly. "Tempy sends her regards." And then this asshole decides to open his mouth. Upon hearing this, his gaze shifted over to Moneybags. You stupid son of a bitch... After that, the guy mentioned something about his wife and Bandages turning up in a couple of days. Though that didn't really matter to him at the moment. Right now, his focus was on Moneybags. His anger was slowly intensifying as he looked at him. "O-oh, well... w-w-we can understand that..." the timid voice said. Suddenly, no longer able to keep his anger in check, Sam grabbed Moneybags by the collar and dragged him away from the others. After a taking him a good distance from them, he held the guy right in front of him. "What the hell's the big idea, dumbass? Are you trying to fuck this up?" Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 26 - 4/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Brandt Residence "My wife's pregnant. I won't leave her alone." He paused. "Temeluchas is likely to come back because of that. While you lot are running about, she'll be knocking on my front door." Henrik thought about it for a moment. "At the current rate...I'd give it two or three days before she turns up." That did sound rather bad, but what were they to do about that? They couldn't just up and suggest she come with then. That wouldn't be any good, for a normal person to be traveling with their rag tag group of angels. "Ha! Caring about another person so much. What a joke!" "Thiiiiiiiiissss~ is so booooooorrrriiiiiiiiiiinnnngggg~." "O-oh, well... w-w-we can understand that..." Joslyn answered. "Feh! Whatever." Suddenly, Sam grabbed Alistair and dragged him away from them. He stopped several feet from the house and pulled Alistair in front of himself. "Ooooooooooh~ is something exciting going to haaaaaappeeeeeeennn~?" Joslyn had no idea, but she had hoped that at the very least it wouldn't be too bad. "What the hell's the big idea, dumbass? Are you trying to fuck this up?"
Samuel Riviera DAY: 26 - 3/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Brandt Residence in Stevanger, Norway It took a while before the door was opened. When it was, a man surveyed the group briefly before speaking. "I'm guessing you're looking for Araquiel. What do you want?" Surprisingly, for a Norwegian, he spoke English without any trace of an accent. That was good. Before Sam could even get two words out, he started to speak again. Except this time, he repeated what he just said in Spanish. Was it because of him? That just pissed him off. "Don't bother beating around the bush. Let's get to the point. I've lost my patience for strangers." He spoke again before he could even get a word in edgewise. "Especially for snakes." That was directed towards Moneybags. He did say that something happened between them. Well, this was good, now they wouldn't have to bother with bullshit excuses. "Uh... Well... y-you see..." The white haired girl tried to nervously come up with something to say. Clearly not her strong suit. "Well, amigo, we're gathering angels to beat up that bandaged up bitch and her crew. You in or out?" Straight to the point, exactly like he wanted. If they could wrap this up quickly, that would be great. "Th-there's no need to s-s-say it like that!" "What? I'm cutting out the bullshit, like he wanted." Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 26 - 3/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Brandt Residence in Stevanger, Norway They waited in front of the door for a while, but when it was opened, they were greeted by the man she presumed to be Henrik. "I'm guessing you're looking for Araquiel. What do you want?" Surprisingly, for a Norwegian, he spoke English without any trace of an accent. Soon after, he started to speak again, except this time, he spoke in Spanish. Was it because of Sam? "This guy sure can speak a lot of different languages that aren't his native tongue." "Seeeeeerrrriiiiiooooouuuuuusssssslllllyyyyyyy~, is he trying to show off or sssooooommmmeeeettthhhiiiiiinnnnnngggg~?" "Don't bother beating around the bush. Let's get to the point. I've lost my patience for strangers." He spoke again before they could even get a word in edgewise. "Especially for snakes." It seemed that comment was directed towards Alistair. He did mention that something happened between them. "Oh this guy is cruising for a bruising!" "Uh... Well... y-you see..." She tried to offer up an explanation to the situation, but she didn't know where to begin. "Well, amigo, we're gathering angels to beat up that bandaged up bitch and her crew. You in or out?" "Th-there's no need to s-s-say it like that!" Even though she chided him, she was envious that he could just say that without so much as a second thought. "What? I'm cutting out the bullshit, like he wanted."
Samuel Riviera DAY: 26 - 3/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Limousine ==> Brandt Residence in Stevanger, Norway He shifted uncomfortably as he sat in the limo, there was a lot to think about. First and foremost, that asshat that came to visit them so suddenly. Just who in the hell was that guy? It was even more worrying that he told someone to monitor Rome and Italy. This wasn't the kind of thing he expected and angel to be doing. Then again, he was the one who suggested to go look for angels because one of them might be rich. Still, for there to be a guy like that, it pissed him off to no end. Not only that, there was also this new guy they were going to meet. There was no telling what kind of guy he was, or who he is working for. It certainly is possible that he is working for Chicken Wings, that was always a possibility with the way he can just pop up wherever he wants to. What would they do if he was working for him? Last time he checked, their smooth talker was all the way in Rome in a hospital, he wasn't exactly the most charismatic guy, pale girl was a stammering mess around strangers, and the French kid could only speak in French. Their two best bets were the Cop and Moneybags, though Moneybags did mention something about having a history with this guy. Not to mention that the kid... Wait a minute, where the fuck is the kid? He looked around the limo and saw he was nowhere to be seen. Whatever, that hotel is nice. I'm sure he can find something to do over there. Back to more pressing matters. Another thing to worry about was Moneybags himself. Bandages claimed that he was her pet, so there was the chance he would turn on them. So far, he hasn't shown any signs that would suggest he was going to, but there was always the possibility. Well, if and when it would come to that, Sam would just deal with it the way he knew best: with force. Still, he knew that at the very least he could handle himself in a fight. And now, on top of that, they gave him his sword. Whatever, worrying about that was pointless now. Suddenly, there was a ringing, and Sam was wondering where it was coming from. The he realized that it was Red's phone that was in his pocket. After a couple of rings, he answered the phone. Spoiler: Phone Call "Hey," It was Red again. "Oh. Hey." "We're out of the hospital." she told him. "That's good. What are you gonna do now?" "I'm really not sure. Having free time feels so foreign." "Hah. Right then. Oh, by the way, we met this asshole who knew you." "Really? Who?" "Called himself Raze, uh.... Razi... Ummm... Shit. His human name is Leo." "...." Red let out an awkward uncomfortable chuckle. "Oh. Raziel. That's ... wonderful. What did he say?" "Something about coming to get something. I don't know, that bastard went off on his own after we spoke, breaking into another person's hotel room. Though... I heard him say to watch Italy and Rome to someone on the phone." "Oh." "I really wanna deck him in the face." "Don't do that. You'll regret it." "Oh yeah? Who's gonna make me regret it?" "Hay Sun." "Why would she care if I punched some random asshole?" "Because that random person is her older brother Jun Tae." It took him a couple of moments to process that information before he finally said something. "...That asshat is her brother!?" "Yes. You really shouldn't swear." she chastised him. "Ugh... fine. But... Ah, that guy REALLY rubs me the wrong way." "He does that. Angel of Mysteries and all... I'm guessing he came for Akasha. I refused to give him his sword back the last time we saw each other." "What for?" "I'm not sure. He has always just wanted it. Power. Power is kind of a big deal for most people. I would imagine it's the same for Raziel as well." "Now I really wanna beat that fu- err... clobber that guy..." "How cute. You're actually making an attempt to not swear." "Shut it." "Whatever. Are you guys on your way soon?" "We still have to meet up with that guy I told you about." "You haven't done that yet?" She sounded irritated. "We haven't." "What's taking so long? I can't just sit here and do nothing. There's work to do." "Lay off. This hotel is nice as hell, alright? Just, try to enjoy your down time or something." "And let more people die?" she questioned. "Well that's what people do. They try to live and then they up and die. No changing that." "... Sam, why are you helping? I thought you would have left after ..." "I don't know why either. Maybe I just feel guilty... who the hell knows?" He really didn't know himself why he stuck around. Maybe it's because this is getting fun, or maybe because he wants the chance to beat down Chicken Wings, or maybe even... No, it couldn't be... Could it? "Guilty, huh? Fine. I'll try and do ... something. Hurry up. I don't have forever. Well, maybe I do ... but not in the same sense." "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll tell them to get their asses in gear." "Good. After I figure out where we're gonna be for the night, I'll call you and send the address." "Fine. Just... I dunno, do girly shi - stuff with the others until then." "I - I don't know how to do girly stuff..." "You've gotta be kidding me." "Why would I be kidding? I've spent my entire life doing one thing, protecting Azazel. I've never really had time for entertainment." Sam started laughing, this was just too good. "Man, you really are hopeless." He couldn't help but laugh at that. "Go to Hell. And stay there." "Ooooh. Scathing. Well anyways, just sit tight." "Whatever. I'm go -- Oh. Well it looks like we have company. Bye." "Whatever yourself. Later, Red." With that, he hung up. He looked around and saw that they were looking at him. "What?" "Uh, so... Wh-who was that? Wa-was that H-H-Hana?" The pale girl tried to force out. "Yeah. What of it?" "I- well, I di-didn't know that you sp-spoke to Hana like th-that... Th-that's all..." What was she getting at? Wait a minute... does she think? "Hey! It's not like that at all!" His face started to get a little red. "O-o-o-okay!" She shrank down when he raised his voice a little. Ah shit... He leaned back as he sat and stayed silent the rest of the ride. When they finally arrived at the place, they all stepped out and stood in front of his door. Again, he had no idea what to expect with this guy, so there was only one way to find out. He knocked on the door and waited for him to come out.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 26 - 2/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Luxurious Hotel in Stevanger, Norway The asshole simply looked at him through his shades. "I advise you to not ask me so many questions." Well, for someone who asks a ton of question, he sure doesn't like to answer them. He suddenly pulled his phone out and called someone. Sam was beginning to get pissed off with this guy's attitude. He didn't even acknowledge that the kid was there. Aaaaaah! Arrogant jackass! I really wanna punch you in the face! "Bao, I need you to tap into the surveillance of every hospital in Lazio, Italy, and concentrate on Rome and its neighboring cities as well." What the hell? All of a sudden this guy is asking about monitoring places in Italy? What the hell kind of job does he have to have some kind of spy network? And why does he care about Rome? It surely wasn't because of Red. After he finished with his call, he turned back to face the three. "Don't bother showing me where the bag is, I can find it." Having him out of his hair would be a great thing. "Feh, whatever. Do as you please." He didn't even bother to watch him leave. "Raziel, by the way." Well, at least they knew which angel he was. That guy really rubbed him the wrong way. Sam let out a frustrated groan. "Well, I said what I came to say. I'm out." He shoved his hands in his pocket and waltzed out of the room. When he got out into the hallway, he saw him messing with the lock of one of the doors before making his way in. Oh, one good punch would be good enough for me. He knew he wanted to tell everybody where Red and the others were, but now his mood was completely ruined. It would be best for him to just cool off before saying anything to the others. With that, he made his way to his room and turned on his TV. Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 26 - 2/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Luxurious Hotel in Stevanger, Norway Before leaving, Leo said that he was Raziel. That name sounded awfully familiar, almost as if they were close somehow. Although, she had no idea why. Soon after, Sam stormed out of the room, having said what he wanted to. "What an ass!" "Seeeeeeeerrrriiiioooouuuussssllllyyyyyyy~, I feel bad for the people who have to put up with him on a regular baaaaaaasssssssiiiiiiisssssssss~." "Maybe he's just misunderstood?" "Oh don't give me that. He's just an asshole and you know it. He even ignored that kid that came in here." "Huh?" She looked over to see that Brandon had been in the room as well. "Wh-wh-when did you get here!?" "Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat~!? You didn't notice hiiiiiiiiiiiim~?" "I-I had n-no idea." "You really are hopeless sometimes, you know that?" Joslyn just nervously fiddled with her hair a little bit at the comment. "S-s-s-so what do you w-want?" Her eyes darted all over the place.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 26 - 1/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Luxurious Hotel in Stevanger, Norway "I'd ask you the same thing, but I already know who you are, Abaddon. Or Samuel Riviera, if you prefer." Well, this asshole certainly knew his stuff. "Who were the other two kidnapped? Do you know where they were taken?" And now he was ignoring him. The urge to clobber him grew more. "Uh... well..." The girl tried to speak. "Do you have anything of Hana's with you?" This guy kept asking questions. For someone who seemed to know so much, he sure liked to keep asking questions. "Well... For one... Th-the other two that were t-t-taken are named Cassandra and H-Hay Sun. I don't know where they are, though. A-as for the other th-thing, we have her b-bag with us with all o-of the things in it." The girl gave a nervous answer. "Hmph..." Sam crossed his arms and wondered if he should even say it now. "Well, I actually came here about that." "Hu-huh? About what?" Curious eyes looked directly into his. "I know where they are. Red called me last night. They are in a hospital in Rome, right now. Hay Sun got shot in the thigh." "Oh no! Ho-how could that happen?" The girl placed her hands up to her mouth in shock. "Well... they were..." He cleared his throat. "Uhh... they were escaping from a... This was not as easy as he thought it was going to be, especially with Mr. Asshole know-it-all over there. "Brothel." "A what?" The girl was still shocked. Shit, I was hoping I wouldn't have to explain this... "It's... uhh... It's a place where people mistreat women." Sam was sweating bullets over the fact that he actually had to explain that to her. He cleared his throat again, "Anyways, I still wanna know who the hell you are." Sam walked over to the table and leaned against it. He noticed that the compass was pointing directly at the guy. "What's your name? Not your human one." Joslyn Taylor Jones DAY: 26 - 1/4 | DATE: October 17th, 2013 [Thursday] | LOCATION: Luxurious Hotel in Stevanger, Norway "I'd ask you the same thing, but I already know who you are, Abaddon. Or Samuel Riviera, if you prefer." Leo certainly knew a lot. Did he know about all of the people in this group? There was no way of knowing for now. "Who were the other two kidnapped? Do you know where they were taken?" He directed his attention to Joslyn. "Uh... well..." The girl tried to speak. "Do you have anything of Hana's with you?" He asked before she could even finish speaking. "Well... For one... Th-the other two that were t-t-taken are named Cassandra and H-Hay Sun. I don't know where they are, though. A-as for the other th-thing, we have her b-bag with us with all o-of the things in it." She gave a nervous answer. "Hmph..." Sam crossed his arms. "Well, I actually came here about that." "Hu-huh? About what?" She looked directly into his eyes. "I know where they are. Red called me last night. They are in a hospital in Rome, right now. Hay Sun got shot in the thigh." "Oh no! Ho-how could that happen?" Joslyn placed her hands up to her mouth in shock. "Well... they were..." He cleared his throat. "Uhh... they were escaping from a... Sam seemed to have trouble getting the last bit out. "Brothel." "A what?" The girl was still shocked, but she had no idea what a brothel was. "It's... uhh... It's a place where people mistreat women." Sam was sweating bullets. That was just awful. She hoped that they would be alright. At the very least, they were in a hospital, which was good. And now they knew where to find them, so they can get there easily with Alistair's help. He cleared his throat again, "Anyways, I still wanna know who the hell you are." Sam walked over to the table and leaned against it. He noticed that the compass. "What's your name? Not your human one."
