BRANDON HARRISON: ///Day 23 (4/4)\\\///Sunday October 14th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: Still pretty crazy\\\ Brandon continued to sit there absorbing in all the information that was given. The red haired girl went over who the man with the stab wound and herself were in angel terms. She also told him that he was apparently the Archangel of Lightning, which sounded really badass. He started to think of all the cool things he could with super lightning powers because at this point he was totally won over with the idea of being some super powered badass. Granted seeing how one person said the powers hurt like a bitch he figured that he would probably need to do a shitton of practice first. Despite accepting all this to be true, though, he was still horribly confused. First off there were still a few of these "fallen angels" that hadn't actually said anything and he had no idea, in any sense of the term, who they were. Secondly they were throwing out names of people and terms of which, he still had no idea what to make any of them. No idea who Danel was. No idea who Tem-, well he'd get to learning that name later, was. No idea what Nephilim were. No idea what Mists of Hellfire was. No idea who Jehoel was. No idea what Leviathan was, (though based on video games he assumed it was some giant serpent creature of destruction.) The only one he might have some semblance of an idea of who they were would be Azazel being the girl being kidnapped last night, but still wasn't one hundred percent on that. Further to add to the confusion of Brandon, Hana started hovering above the ground in her deep thought and her little wand thingy shot to her hand while she drew weird things in the air. After just sitting there for a moment, watching the whole thing with the man in the bonds finish up, he decided to just ask a question that would hopefully not confuse him any further. "So just one final question, I guess, for now. How exactly do you "train" these like, hidden powers of ours?"
BRANDON HARRISON: ///Day 23 (3/4)\\\///Sunday October 14th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: Oh okay...wait what?\\\ Oh okay so they were all just fallen angels, he was apparently one named Barachiel, and were just having a bit of in fighting yesterday. Also they all apparently got magic swords, could use telekinesis, and each had their own unique power to them. Brandon sat there taking all that in calmly until he realized that she just said was incredibly out of this world and just sounded plain crazy. First off Brandon had no idea who the hell...er, heaven Barachiel was or what his special power or something would be. Secondly the fact that they were fallen angels sounded pretty ludicrous. He had always assumed fallen angels had like black wings or some shit and were like evil or something. These people just seemed like normal people, albeit with super powers. Maybe The Fallen was just some sort of name of their super human agency and they were all given like angel nicknames or something. That sounded way more plausible, probably just as insane but it still seemed to make more sense to him. He continued to scratch his head and mull over what he was just told. He didn't really know where to go and the super pissed brooding man with a stab wound in his shoulder was not helping him lessen the whole oddity of the situation any more. He was seriously at a loss as of what he should say, since the entire situation seemed to just be plain weird. Regardless he finally did think of a follow up question in his confusion. "So I'd assume that everyone else some alternate name and alternate power of some sort?"
BRANDON HARRISON: ///Day 23 (2/4)\\\///Sunday October 14th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: No longer registers on the Richter Scale\\\ As Brandon got there the police officer introduced himself as Officer Malone and asked if he was hurt, to which Brandon simply shook his head no. His attention was directed towards the redhead as she spoke. ❝ My name is Hana. I'm not going to lie to you about what you saw last night, but I am going to say this: I'm here to help. ❞ He thought it was obvious she'd say something along those lines. Any sort of secret organization type thing would say something along them being the good guys...unless they were completely bat shit insane and blatantly evil. Regardless he kept listening. ❝ Are you okay? It must have been pretty shocking. They didn't attack you did they? ❞ "Um, yeah I guess I am. Two- no, three of those zombies did come out of nowhere and tried to maul my face off, but I did manage to get away from them." ❝ Are you hungry? You like famished.❞ Brandon thought on this for awhile. It was true that after living off of basically snack food and sports drinks for the past two days, and not even being that well fed during the whole freak electrical storm he hadn't exactly been the most well fed individual. And as if on cue, his stomach started to growl signifying that he was hungry. True it was a major no no to take food from strangers, especially ones that have super magic powers and swords. But usual judgements were clouded by hunger and the sheer absurdity of the situation he was put in. "Yeah, yeah I kind of am. Th-thank you." He followed her into the room along with Officer Malone. He sort of just went into the fridge and pulled out a sandwich and instantly devoured it. Not wanting to take anymore out of politeness, he sat down on the floor opposite of Hana. "So guess I'll just go with the elephant in the room kind of question. What were uh, with the zombies and the swords and the invisibility powers?"
Dennis had finished his breakfast and was ready to go. Unfortunately he didn't exactly have a ride back home but he decided walking was going to be just fine instead. Really there wasn't much to do about that, since he was totally not going to call the world's most reckless driver unless a full on blizzard was going to hit him...wait that might actually be a worse thing being in a blizzard with that reckless maniac. Regardless Dennis got out of his chair and nervously walked over to Sophie. Trying his best not to appear unnerved by what she had said the night before he simply said, "th-thank you for the party S-Sophie." Went by smoother than he thought it would've, minus the nervous trembling, lack of eye contact, and blushing face. As such he walked himself, bag in hand to the door. But not before pulling out a fresh bag of lollipops he had gotten specifically for this. He got out a sticky note and put it on the bag. He wrote on it and put the bag on a table in the foyer. The note was simple. [Thanks for the party, again. Merry Christmas, hope you enjoy.] As he walked out the door he was not entirely sure what the hell he had actually written and what was going through his head when he had written it, but regardless what's done was done and he had nothing more to do for the night. He walked through the snow blanketed area, shivering all the way when eventually he got lost. It took a good hour before he could finally get his bearings but he did and it took him all the way back to Fortissimo. Once there he walked over to his chained up bike and was about to get on it to ride it home...only it was freezing cold and stung to touch. It took some awkward moments of trying to warm it up and get it to the point where it was rideable, but once it was he rode it all the way home. Once at home he simply locked up his bike and walked through the door only to sneeze really loudly. He felt really bad and cold right now, in fact he might've had a cold at this point. As such he immediately went to go make some hot chocolate and cover himself up in blankets to warm himself up. The rest of the day was simply spent playing video games and watching good old television to keep himself busy. He didn't really feel like doing anything more after his walk home in the freezing cold left him too tired to do anything else. When night rolled around he finally went to sleep on his couch.
BRANDON HARRISON: ///Day 23 (2/4)\\\///Sunday October 14th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: Nervous would be an understatement\\\ Brandon had indeed made eye contact with the girl and had indeed just sort of stood there watching them, but for some reason it didn't click in his brain that he would get found out or thought of as strange or something. So when the red haired magical girl told him to go over there he sort of was taken a bit aback. He looked around a bit at first just to make sure no one else was being talked to, but didn't see anyone else. Regardless he still just stood there slightly confused. She had apparently sensed him last night which didn't calm him down any at all. It was like his theory of her being a magical girl was just being further cemented. He began to walk over to where she was, as she had told him to, but was shaking each step along the way. He had no idea what was going on and no idea of what was going to happen to him. He felt like last night might've been one of those things in like a movie, where it's a commonplace occurrence in the world it's just some sort of superpower constantly takes care of it behind the scenes so no one really ever knows that it's happening. As such he was expecting one of two scenarios to go down. Either A) get his memory of the night before completely erased, or B) just get fucking killed. Neither of which sounded optimal to Brandon but it wasn't like he could run away or anything. She was probably faster than him, especially given his current fatigue, and even if he could outrun her, she could still "sense" where he was and he'd never truly get away. Eventually he made it to the red haired girl and stood there, quaking a little. He didn't know exactly what to do in this scenario other than panic, but that would've probably ended horribly for him. Not to mention there was a police officer there, who given his hidden magical superpower crime solving force theory, it wouldn't be wise to rule out that some law enforcers knew about it either. Afterall you can't really be an underground organization without some sort of connection to the "above ground" ones. "Uh, um, y-yeah l-last night, I um, yeah I saw that. Zombies everywhere, and um, magic swords girls and uh, um Brandon's my name hi." That went way better than Brandon thought it could've, all things considered.
BRANDON HARRISON: ///Day 23 (2/4)\\\///Sunday October 14th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: Leaving?\\\ Brandon awoke that day like it was any...ah who was he kidding, this day was probably one of the weirder ones that he woke up from. Between some random zombie apocalypse, a kidnapping, some team of magical girls and a mexican swordsman, Brandon had a hard time believing any of all that happened last night was actually real. He was still leaning towards it all being some odd fatigue induced hallucination because everything would make waayyy more sense that way. Brandon decided he should probably continue being on his grand journey of epic proportions...only he quite enjoyed sleeping on the bed he was on, much better in comparison to a car and the floor. Granted he was sort of still staying in there illegally but he was feeling too tired to want to leave and to want to go on more questing. He was about to go back into bed when he heard another knocking sound. Clearly not on his door he walked to the door and slightly peered out only to find a policeman there. 'Oh ****.' Brandon was wondering if that policeman had been here for him based off his recent crime streak of unrelenting looting and breaking the window of a motel. Regardless he figured it'd be a good idea to just get out of the place. He got his duffel bag all set and ready to go, took out his tennis racket and a tennis ball, started dribbling them and went to the door. As soon as he opened the door he completely forgot that he could've left through the window he broke open, but the deed was done and he needed to go on with the adventure of his, and hopefully not get caught by police. Then something happened, something that freaked him out. He looked around and saw the officer at someone else's door only to see him talking to none other than the red haired magical girl from last night. 'What the fuck is going!' He was internally screaming in disbelief that last night had actually happened. He just sort of stood there and stared, holding his tennis ball in his hand now so he wouldn't lose it.
Good night SynK, and may the wind of fortune blow across any who would be fortunate enough to win who doesn't happen to be,(inexplicably,) me
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Sie sind das essen und wir sind die jäger
Inb4 Super Fucking Awful Computer Wins the day
BRANDON HARRISON: ///Day 22 (4/4)\\\///Sunday October 13th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: The hell?\\\ Brandon was simply hitting his tennis ball back and forth across the wall, slightly bored. Drinking an extremely warm sports drink he had pilfered from the sporting goods store he simply continued to sit there. Bounce, hit, bounce, hit, bounce, hit. The pattern went for a while and having fed himself Brandon thought it may have been a good time to go to bed when suddenly a pretty loud noise resounded throughout the place. It sounded like a door being smashed in. With that sort of noise about Brandon couldn't force himself asleep, no way. He got off of his bed and started walking towards the door, with a tennis racket and ball in hand, pocketing a second one. He slightly opened up the door and peered outside it wondering what the all the commotion was about. What he saw before him was a scene of, well Brandon didn't know what was going on out there honestly. It looked like some big burly man was carrying some white hair chick away and then some other girl tried to stop her. That girl kicked out his legs and held a...'wait what?'...Brandon was in utter confusion of the fact that the girl pulled out a fucking sword. Brandon thought it was badass and all, but was starting to feel a bit weirded out by the scenario. After all regular people don't just swords on them. Then shit got even more intense. The dude started laughing and some other chick just burst into the scene to. They were talking about things that didn't make much sense to him, but then the man did something crazier. He grabbed the fucking sword, to the point of bleeding and then kicked at the sword girl. What was evening happening outside he didn't know. He figured that the crazy man was scarier than any of the zombies he'd faced earlier but couldn't take his eyes away from the entire scene. But then even crazier shit continued to happen. The red haired girl turned invisible and made a sword pop up out of nowhere. He was starting to wonder if all of this was just some seen out of a manga he read and his tired mind was creating weird hallucinations. And if that wasn't enough a third girl popped out of nowhere and grabbed the girl who was being kidnapped away. Oh and she also had a magic fucking sword. Seriously magical girls all up in this bitch. He continued to watch the entire situation unfold in just sheer awe, because everything was making less and less sense. So if it wasn't just the fact that the dude was bleeding from his hand after grabbing a sword and laughing quite insanely, it just turned out he also had a sword. What the actual hell was going on in this world. He also had some red glow shit around him and looked ready to kill everyone. Only in probably a really anti-climactic fashion the red head mahou shoujo knocked him the fuck out and all was said and done with that. With the events of the day transpired Brandon, being tired and really confused, went to bed and slept hoping tomorrow would be maybe better.
Dennis grabbed his milk that was set next to him...which was a bit surprising because he didn't remember saying anything about wanting milk. Although the surprise was lessened by the fact that Dennis had already assumed that Lucas was some sort of omnipresent mind reader at this point anyway. However the kitchen started getting crowded so they were all escorted into the dining room. Dennis just sort of sit back and listened to any idle chit chat not going on while he was pondering on something. His chain of thought was finally broken by the sweet smell of food. At this point he realized just how much he required food. Sure lollipops and cake were great from a deliciousness standpoint, but they certainly were not filling enough for this growing lad. He set up his plate, took out his lollipop, and was just about to start savagely devouring all the food in sight when he just remembered that other people were actually in this room. However at that point he recalled that there were indeed other people just sitting around eating breakfast too. As such he tried to remain as cordial as possible when he went into to eat. The food was absolutely wonderful. Between the eggs, the waffles, and the bacon, good lord the bacon, Dennis probably would've never stopped eating had his body let him. His attention was drawn to Pierce as she told everyone she was leaving and then promptly left. Dennis was wondering what that was all about but decided not to think on it at all since it probably wouldn't get him anywhere anyway. With his plate clear of all food he grabbed another glass of milk to wash down any remnants of the food in his mouth. He started to ponder how exactly he was getting home. His bike was still at Fortissimo seeing as he never went back home before going to Sophie's house which meant he'd have to walk all the way back from here, and probably get a little lost on the way there as well. There was always option two which was less favorable and involved the rollerblading carefree man, but Dennis wasn't too fond of that idea either. For now though he just continued to sit down at the table.
Sol had eventually made his way to that town, the name of which he still couldn't recall even while was there and was enthusiastic about what he saw. What he saw being nothing interesting at all. Just a regular ordinary town that people happened to be getting together in and teaming up and all that other crap. Despite the boredom he had encountered once arriving after joining up with whateverperson he was assigned a number that would apparently tell him what his mission was. Mission meant fighting, and fighting meant kickass. His expression brightened as the prospect of new fights to come entered his mind. Only downside, teamwork. Which meant he would have to share the fun and not go all solo on every enemy in the entire world. Regardless he walked on towards his new journey, mission, thing. Once there Sol examined his surroundings. The place was apparently called the Bandune Ruins and it was something interesting. The marshy swamp like area that they were in certainly didn't make Sol any happier. He liked being fast, and swamp lands were nature's middle finger to moving fast. Furthermore there seemed to be some strange formation of ruins and bridges, which would hopefully prove to be a bit better for the man's fighting style than this stupid marshy hellhole. Regardless there didn't seem to be any pressing threat...which was a shame because that meant there was nothing to be killed. 'Oh weelllll' he thought. He remembered something about introductions and figured that even if he didn't right now people would still try to get one out of him. "Hello people of presumably the same team. My name is Sol Adler and I'll have you know I'm quite fond of letting monsters end up on the other side of my sword." He said this in some sort of formal-ish tone, though that was mostly because he was in unexcited mode. Hopefully shit would go down soon.
BRANDON HARRISON: ///Day 22 (3/4)\\\///Sunday October 13th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Streets---> Motel)\\\///Mood: Blissfully tired\\\ Brandon had continued running like a madman for quite sometime until he finally looked back and saw that all the stupid zombies that had been chasing him before were all gone. Brandon's panic quickly changed into an expression of sheer joy. He finally started to slow down until his sprint turned into a jog which turned into a walk which eventually resulted in Brandon stopping all together. He started laughing, panting, and nearly crying all at the same time. How different things would've been for him had he stayed in that car. Despite the fact that he could've been seriously mauled to death, the brief life or death scenario had actually provided Brandon with a rush of endorphins that left him positively beaming for more of this great journey. It was like being on a thrill ride only more...thrilling. Despite all this excitement though, Brandon was still stupidly tired...and hungry. He needed to find a place where he could stop and rest for the rest of the day. As such Brandon started walking, with his now shaking from exhaustion legs, down the entire street looking for such a haven. His brief moment of happiness subsided as he was walking down the street though. He saw bodies, or rather what was left of bodies, sprawled all across the street. Reason number two for finding a place to stay now was so that he could avoid being eaten alive. That did not sound like a fun way to go at all. In fact he was actually pretty horrified by the scene in general and was left completely on edge that more of those undead freaks could jump out at any moment at him. It was at this moment that he reached what appeared to be a first class hotel. It was as if a giant ray of heavenly light was shining upon it while an immaculate chorus of angels were singing upon his discovery of such a haven. In all actuality it was the back of a motel that seemed pretty cheap anyway, but it was a place, with a bed, that was not made of car seats or duffel bags. Not to mention he was on the exact opposite side of the hotel where the mass amount of mexican prisoner with sword related carnage of teenage demons happened, so nothing looked off about it at all. Granted he had no idea how he was going to go about getting inside until he noticed something. Glass window. Metal Tennis racket. With a bit of clever ingenuity and repeated slamming of tennis racket against window until the window was finally like it "fuck it man," and shattered, leaving a rather sharp entry way for Brandon. As such he jumped into the entryway, cautious of not getting cut up by glass, and then noticed that no one was in the room. Score! He wondered if the rest of the motel was abandoned, but instead he decided it'd just be a fine idea to lay down and start playing tennis with the wall.
Original and Current Impressions? Brothers? Dog and Scissors, anime of the summer? Bear? Spirit Animals? Favorite communist? Favorite german word? Favorite Jaeger? Aiight?
Dennis woke to the sound of a loud thudding noise. After waiting for a minute he realized just what made that noise. He ended up rolling off of the couch onto the ground and landing on his right arm. He was pretty sure it was going to be bruised, but didn't really care. Instead he rolled onto his back and looked around to find any nearby clock to tell him what time it was. When he saw one it was analog and he was pretty sure he was seeing five hands on the clock. His brain didn't really register that as being correct but he didn't really care too much about the time. He tried to get up, because he resolved that he needed to stop sleeping, however he lacked any strength to pull himself back onto the couch, so he eventually just zonked out again on the floor until he woke again. He continued to lie on the floor until fifteen minutes passed and he realized that he wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon. Reluctantly, Dennis pulled himself to the couch and lied down for a quick second and...accidently fell off the couch again. Even though he landed on the same arm the pain still didn't really register to him yet and as such he lazily stood himself up. He looked at himself to notice that he was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, which was not his usual bedware. Not to mention the room itself looked bigger than his apartment. He started to be perpetually confused until he recalled that he was in someone elses home. He started to sway back and forth and figured a nice glass of milk could probably cure his tired state. 'Wait did this place actually have any milk? Where exactly was the kitchen? Did I leave my water running at home?' All these thoughts and more rang through Dennis's head before he shakingly grabbed his bag and pulled out a lollipop. This one was orange flavor and he was sure that sugar+milk would be just what he needed to regain his lost energy. He started to tiredly walk all the way to the kitchen...which he had sort of forgotten where it was. He started wandering around slightly lost until he found his way to the pool...okay not the kitchen but it was a good start, he figured. As such he started to try and draw a map of the house in his head that would show what exactly he had done last night to get from the kitchen to the pool. After a brief moment of thinking on it that thought map had finally finished and he tiredly walked to the kitchen. He looked around noticing a few people in the kitchen and such he just said "good morning Alex, Sophie, Blond Guy." Upon realizing that he said good morning to Sophie he instantly remembered last night. As such he nervously turned his head away, trying his best not to make eye contact, because he knew that would just make himself feel way more awkward than he already did.
Dennis was quite glad to see that the boy, who introduced himself as Alex, was alright. Though while he wasn't currently holding Alex up from anything Dennis still felt a bit bad that he was, slightly doing so. Not to mention extremely tired, like out of nowhere. He started yawning and stretched out a bit. "Well good to hear your alright Alex, sorry but I think I'm going to bed now." He waved to Alex and started wandering around the house looking for someplace to go to to fall asleep. Eventually he found a secluded room with a coach in it. It looked way more appealing though than the floor to sleep on so he chose it for his bed. Collapsing on top of the couch Dennis started to reflect on this fine christmas day that had passed. What had happened today certainly seemed to go by in a blur but it was still a great day nonetheless. Christmas morning had not been a disappoint what with his older bro's great gift of that wooden replica sword, the entirety of the premiere night of the musical going off without a hitch and being absolutely spectacular, the party (while not doing much at it) had ended up being more fun than he could think of. Not to mention his nervous breakdown at the mention of Sophie finding him attractive. That still was burning in his head and he didn't know what to make of it. Not to mention he was going to sleep, in her house. He felt pretty awkward about the whole thing, but it wasn't like he could do something about it short of getting up walking in the snowy outside to his home...but that would be really stupid. Not to mention Dennis was feeling super exhausted. He decided that going to bed was really his only option and he'd let the situation solve itself...or grow way worse tomorrow morning.
"Don't worry about it, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." Alright second awkward crisis averted. That didn't help that the boy's nerves were still all over the place. His mind told him he was probably over reacting and was starting to chastise him hard for it, but even that wasn't enough to shake the boy out of his stupor. Regardless he grabbed Alex's hand and got lifted up. He really hoped that the shaking of his body wasn't too noticeable, especially when being hoisted up. "Are you okay?" He wondered about how to answer that question for a second. He just had to appear like he was doing fine and then everything would be just peachy. Alright Dennis, all you got to do is not fuck up. He rubbed the back of the head and said, "u-um, y-yeah, just p-peachy, an all." Alright all things considered it could've gone way worse. Granted Dennis was shaking like it was 30 degrees in the house, goddamnit body calm down for a moment. He decided to follow it up with asking how the other person was doing. Idle conversation an all would do the mind and body good for distractions. "S-so ar-are you alright? Di-didn't hurt you did I?" As he was asking the question he noticed Alex pull out his phone and start texting someone else, before putting his phone away. "Oh, sorry am I keeping you from someone or something? Whoops."
9 BRANDON HARRISON: ///Location: UK (Streets)\\\///Mood: THIS LIFE!\\\ Brandon was running like a maniac, going as fast as he possibly could. Despite being one of the worst things to do in these kinds of situations Brandon actually looked back and didn't notice the zombie man actually chasing him anymore. Operation Hit Zombie in the Face with Tennis Ball to Distract Him (name pending to change) went off without a hitch. It would be really bad if the zombie was still chasing him because Brandon was in no way shape or form ready to get killed. Especially by zombie. If he did die, being a part of the horde of the undead was even worse. He sighed a large one of relief. He was walking on sunshine so to speak and was happily now just running for a next building to hole up in for the night full of safet- "Oh what the fuck!?" Brandon was not enjoying his next sight. He saw two new zombies pop out of *insert sovereign in religious belief here* where. Though he did call them the horde of the undead so he totally should've seen this coming. Nonetheless he was still pissed about these new comers and, more importantly, pretty afraid of them. If it was anything like the last man a tennis ball to the face should be more than enough, because Brandon was having none of that up close and personal shit with only his tennis racket as a weapon. The problem now was that he didn't actually have a tennis ball at the ready this time and this time they were bull charging him. He did a quick ninety degree turn and started running along a different road so he wouldn't actually just get caught up by the zombies right off the bat. At this point he started running a bit more awkwardly and as such slower, because he had started trying to unzip his duffel bag. Once that first hurdle was over with he needed to start rummaging around in his duffel bag until he finally managed to grab a second ball out of the already open can of tennis balls. This was good but his situation was still bad. The zombies were starting to catch up, he could tell without even looking back. He turned around and smashed his racket against the ball, sending the ball at the zombie. This one wasn't aimed at his head because it would be pretty hard for him to get that down while moving. Where it did land though, was directly on the shin of the zombie. Hopefully that'd be enough to stop it. Then he pulled out a third ball from his bag but at this point it would be too late to actually turn around and pelt this one with a ball. So instead he turned around, the zombie right near him, and right when it was coming in for a bite he shoved the tennis ball in the zombie's mouth, stopping the zombies bite, and then smashed his racket against the tennis ball in the zombie's mouth, knocking the zombie over. With that over with he continued sprinting, hopefully to not death.
