Brandon was a bit startled by the sudden outburst of tears and screaming and running the Adan kid had. Thankfully Jo was able to go and talk to him about...something. He didn't really go after the others and as such didn't hear what was going on between the two, but figured that it was better that way. When Adan next came back he said that they could crash at his place and in a rather hospitable tone at that. Well that certainly seemed like an awesome idea seeing as they really had no place to go otherwise...unless they wanted to walk all the way back to the barn. "Whoa, thanks man. Well goodnight everyone." Brandon had essentially assumed that the group had already said yes to this proposal and as such he merely walked his way into the kitchen, ate some food there, and then hunted down a guest room. When he looked inside it he saw there was a bunk bed in there. Badass. Bunk beds were best beds, and seeing as there was an unoccupied top bunk, that's exactly where Brandon decided to settle himself. Just lying there, he was pretty psyched to have Adan as a part of the crew now, and was so ready to go on more adventures to stop these demon people. After all, if there was one thing he was going to do his best to do in this war, it was going to be to win. Meanwhile, Richard sat in his chair after half listening to everyone's grandiose speeches of why they should and shouldn't be fighting the war against hell. Really, he was slightly confused on the topic of cause. Really they were all well and good, but at the end of the day, the Adam kid still wasn't very conclusive in his decision of whether or not he was joining the team. This certainly wasn't a great situation for anyone to be in, but at least the kid offered his house to stay in for the night. As such Richard decided that it was time for sleep and just fell asleep, in his chair.
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Brandon was sitting there, listening to all this Adan had to say. He was trying to throw at them all of these different reasons why their war to save Paradise from the forces of Hell was flawed and there wasn't much of a reason to do so. He had to admit the kid did bring up some good points, but at the end of the day, everything he said was kind of lost on Brandon. It wasn't that he couldn't understand or couldn't comprehend what was said, but more so because of his own beliefs at the moment. Once all was said and done, Brandon sat up straight and raised his hand. "If I may say something." He lowered his hand down. "I think I get what you're saying about how we stand no chance and we are fighting a war that doesn't technically have anything to do with us, but I think that's wrong. You see, you said that you're human, and you also said that you've seen what the dark angels and hell can do. But the thing is, I'm human too, and I've also seen what they can do. They caused earthquakes that wrecked the city, a massive electrical storm that ravaged throughout Europe, blew up a plane, and caused a massive demon zombie invasion thing to happen. So if you see it like this, they're destroying the earth and killing humans all along the way to Paradise. Now I fight this not because I'm an angel, but because I'm human, and want to protect my home that I live in, not some Paradise in the sky above. And if I don't it's not like there are many more who can." Brandon slouched down for a second before coming back up to finish what he was saying. "So yeah, I guess it would be stupid to say a declaration of war on Italy is Canada's fight. But when that same declarer decides to march on Canada and destroy everything in it before going to Italy, don't you think it becomes their fight too? I'm not going to sit back and watch the whole world burn down when I could've done something about it."
Brandon was quite delighted to see the person answer the door. He seemed to lock eyes with Brandon and then quickly scan the entire group behind him. Looking behind him Brandon did take note of how this probably looked really weird. Then when he turned his attention back to the boy, Compadre walked in front of him. He seemed to think that this person was indeed the Adam they were looking for. And after mere seconds later it was revealed that he was indeed Adam. Woohoo. Brandon turned to face the now known to be Adam person and decided to introduce himself. "Hey there Adan, I'm Brandon." After the introduction he thought about what to do next...only for him to not really end up putting any thought into his next action. "You see, as far fetched as it seems, we're fallen angels who're are banning together to stop the forces of hell from destroying the world and causing a whole hell on earth scenario." Brandon continued to think about what to say next. He hadn't really done this whole recruiting thing before, and wasn't entirely sure what to do now that he was talking to the person they were trying to recruit. "Sooo, what do you think?"
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User Name: Shyheart Name: Salvador "Sal" Osorio Angel: Zachariel- Archangel: God's Command Appearance: This Age: 25 Location: Castelo Branco, Portugal Occupation: Unemployed Religious Views: Atheist Personality: An oftentimes level headed individual who is not one to anger often, or at least not visibly. He has the slight problem of being blunt towards people. Is more often than not a serious individual who doesn't joke. Other:
After much discussion and everyone eventually everyone waking up they had decided they would go to Adam's...whoever he was. Brandon completely forgot that Adam was mentioned at all yesterday and was just sort of nodding his head along like he understood everything. With resolve in toe to find this man, who was probably one those that fell from high up, (or a Fallen,) based on the fact that they were following the magic angel compass to find him. The journey was apparently one or two miles away so a good bit of walking was going to have to be done first. Though it could probably do them all some good, seeing as they would need to be warmed up and wide awake if they were going to be doing any of their usual convincing stuff. And besides, they had the greatest of convincers between Xana and Compadre, no one could resist the group's charm if they talked to them. Not to mention they had the backing of all the other oh so wonderful and sociable they had in their group. After some deal of walking they had finally made it all the way to what appeared to be the house the person named Adam was in. It was rather average house in the city, ya know minus the fact that it looked untouched compared to the rest of the UK. No doubt that was where Harmonica and Adam were staying. The group stood there thinking of different ways to approach the situation. So Brandon just did the most obvious one of course. He walked himself up to the door and knocked on it. "Hello, anyone home?"
This was quite like most other Karaoke Nights. In which case I mean quite fantastic. Great job to everyone, yes even you SynK (despite all your protests. Also screaming!) But yeah, can't wait for more fun times with you guys on KN!
Great job on the song Fearless. Yes HoT. Just yes. Oh man Mish. This is amazing. Hold on a bit while i get my lighter wave in the air again to this.[DOUBLEPOST=1379200482][/DOUBLEPOST]I hope you're all ready for a disappointing ending to Karaoke Night 12! *hides away*
Man that was quite the great job there Midnight. PaW and Forsaken I'm always kind of jealous of your voices. Then again no where near as jealous as I am of SynK's. Damn man how do you do this. Oh god that screaming, that screaming!
Jayn i was moved from the beginning, why are you so amazing at this?! Also gotta love that SynK cameo.
*Waves lighter in the air* This is great Phoenix.
Oh man, I'm so pumped for being able to FINALLY make a Karaoke Night....inb4 something completely random that blows up my computer happens again. Oh and SynK, I won't listen to yours if you won't listen to mine.
Brandon woke up that morning feeling absolutely drained. Even after such a good rest, he was still feeling the aftermath of the large consumption of his powers yesterday. As cool as they were, Brandon had completely underestimated the effect they had on one's stamina, and as such was suffering from a bit of a headache at the moment. He looked around at the group and saw Cas, Xana, and the two Norwegian fellows already awake. Well at least he wasn't the last one up. At the moment they seemed to be discussing some sort of plan of action or something along those lines. He was still a bit foggy on what was going on due to his tired state of mind, but he slowly just sat up before half waking up, and listened to whatever they were all talking about.
Emile had listened intently as to what his teaching aid had to say to him. The advice seemed to be good and after Rowan had finished explaining it he nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Rowan sir." And with that went back to his table. Putting the paper down he started started giddily getting back to work with the new advice in toe. After making the scales yellow, he shaded over it with orange and outlined it with red, just like Rowan had said. With it done Emile looked down at the picture. The effect had been pulled off better than anything Emile could've imagined it to be. The smile on his face got brighter and he let out a soft "yay~." Class had ended eventually and Emile knew that there were still some finishing touches missing on his picture, though the hardest parts were done now. The scales were complete, the rainbow (which took a good majority of time to make,) was done, all things fighting were now detailed. Only the flowers in the garden needed to be added and the, for lack of better term, "aura of death" needed to be added to the hippo. But other than that the picture was nearing perfection. He was so happy after the amount of thought and effort that went into this picture, it could be magnificent that his heart was ready to explode. But that would have to wait till next class. "Have a good night everyone~," he said before leaving the classroom. Merrily skipping back to his place, Emile closed the door behind him once there. It was quite the day, though class days always were the greatest time. All that time dedicated just to furthering his art work, all the people there (especially one in particular) they just made it all the better. After eating dinner he went straight to bed, feeling exhausted from the sheer amount of effort merrily skipping from place to place takes. Seriously it's not as easy it sounds. Feeling fatigue take him over, Emile peacefully went to into the great world of sleep.
DAY 30Monday, October 21st, 2013 Richard had woken up that morning uncharacteristically early. Looking around he noticed that everyone else in the group was still asleep. Honestly Richard thought it wouldn't be too bad of an idea to get back to sleep himself, but when he shut his eyes, he couldn't seem to fall back into slumber. Slightly annoyed, Richard got up and walked outside the barn to have the morning light shine upon him. He gazed at the sky once more, as if trying to search for some sort of answer to their predicament up there. This journey, while he hadn't been on it for too long, was really tiring. Why wasn't there just some sort of shortcut to stopping Lucifer and his army of hell from taking over the world? That'd make things much easier and allow him to finally get on with his resting. He sighed at the thought of all the work that was still probably left to do. Oh well. As much of a bother as it may be to him, it was something Richard still had to do. Waiting until more members of their crew woke up, Richard finally came back in and decided to lay out his thoughts once more. Keeping them in his head would be pointless, and trying to leave it to these people might just end up in them being at a standstill once more. He sighed before looking at all of them and saying, "so our goal today is clearly to find this Adam person. Unfortunately that angel, Harbonah, probably will be there and try to stop us in some way. Especially considering she's the commander of the possessed. As such the sooner we go, like now, the better. Any objections or counter points? If not then let's move."
Richard had heard no objections to what he had said what was on his mind. In the end it was probably for the best for all of them to get some rest, so it was a good thing that everyone had agreed, or at the very least went along with it. He heard the korean man, Jun-Tae, say something about finding a place for them all to stay the night. Unfortunately it involved a good deal of walking and Richard was none too happy about it. After the walk they had made it to an old barn of sorts which would serve as their shelter for the night. Being outside the city was probably for the best as well, as there were bound to be less of the possessed around for them to have to deal with. After the gang had all settled down, Samuel was told by Jun-Tae to dig a hole that could roughly fit the boy's, Shane's, body. After that was done with both Richard and Samuel did as they were told in order to perform a cremation of Shane's body. Once that was done with Richard went inside and sat down. He moved his bad hand around, feeling the pain run through it, but noticing that it seemed to be a lot better already. Richard thought it was good, for he hated being inconvenienced by having to use his right hand and felt it to be quite the bother. Seeing mist trail off it he started to reflect on just what the hell he was doing here. This was certainly not the lifestyle he found ideal, but unfortunately life was finally starting to catch up and be a bit more demanding of him. Richard sighed before lying down and drifting to sleep. Meanwhile Brandon, feeling super exhausted after the walk, just passed out the moment they got there from sheer fatigue.
Emile was happily refining his drawing when something caught the young lad's attention. It was the entrance of a rather effervescent young female. One who radiated an awesome spirit of adventure and was just absolutely bubbling with life. He looked away from his drawing to notice the green haired teen waltz in her usual casual yet bubbly way. It was none other than the absolutely breathtaking Hallie Faye. She was just so cool in so many ways. How he wished he could be like her, so energetic and enthusiastic about everything. She was just so cool. And so pretty too. He continued to watch her as she moved to her seat until he realized that his pencil was moving on his paper. Emile looked down to see what he had done. He had somehow managed to involuntarily pull out a new piece of paper and had started sketching on it. It was sketch of none other than the one he had just been staring at. He hadn't gotten very far, given the short time spent on it, but it was clear he was starting to sketch Hallie. At this realization of his stupid absent minded sketching, Emile's face flushed and he quickly crumpled the paper up before stuffing it back in his backpack, hoping no one notice. Or even if they did, they'd just think it was Emile being embarrassed by his work again. Trying to regain himself he noticed that Sasha had entered the room. Though Emile often times didn't notice things in front of his face, Sasha was a case of just appearing out of nowhere to Emile. Then there was Rowan walking in. He was his favorite, though that was mostly because he was so talented with his drawings. It was like he could bring his drawings to life with his pencil, that's how detailed they seemed. Finally Reilly came in. It took Emile a good week or so before he finally found out that she was mute, at which point he felt really embarrassed. Though he did try, he couldn't quite get the grasp on sign language and decided to just guess as to what she was saying. Other than that, she was a swell person. "Alright young ones," Professor Lutvig's voice rang out, "class has started so you may go and gather your supplies and continue working on your projects. And remember, don't be afraid to ask for help if needed, that's what the adults are here for." With that everyone went about to work on their project. Emile got his rather interesting fantasy battle picture from earlier and grabbed an assortment of colored pencils of differing reds, oranges, and yellows. Merrily walking over to Rowan, he decided to try and get some assistance on something that has road blocked the young artist. "Um, Mr. Rowan, sir, if you could help me on something. I, um, need some assistance on a sort of, um, effect." Emile didn't like asking for help, because he always had the feeling that he may be a bother to the person. However he had to suck it up every now and get that help. "I want to um, make a sort of fiery effect on this dragon's scales," he then pointed to the dragon in the odd fantasy warzone, "but I'm um, having trouble on picking colors and how to even make that effect."
It all seemed to happen in an instant. The stabbing of Haboronah, the death of that one kid, and killing of the head of the possessed. Richard stood there looking up to the sky when all was said and done. He wasn't entirely sure what to make of this scenario. Normally he'd say he didn't care at all and would go with his life as he always had, on the flow. But that didn't seem to be an option. All he had wanted was a nap, though that goal seemed to be forever lost to him. Thinking on what had just happened, he figured that something needed to be done. And everyone else just seemed to be standing around, not doing much, probably trying to take in what just happened. He heard the kid ask something about the knife, though that hardly seemed to be the least of Richard's concerns. It was a bother really, the possessed that is. While obviously not, they seemed to be infinite in number and unrelenting in pressure, though having dispersed for now, they were all able to rest up. However he knew it wouldn't last like this forever, moments of respite never did. He let out a deep sigh, thinking about everything that needed to be done now. It was quite the awful situation they were in, but he at least knew that there one of two things they should do at this juncture. "So, what should our next move be? We obviously can't stay here all night and our resting place is wrecked. Not to mention, though we could probably easily take them, I don't think we want to waste our energy on anymore of those possessed today. So we could either find a place to stay the night in town and go hunting for Adam, who I'm assuming is our target's name, tomorrow. Or we could continue on our hunt and find him today. Only problem is I'm thinking Harbonah probably traveled back to his side and will try to make thing exceedingly difficult for us to get to him now, especially seeing as she's probably in a panic now." After he said this he laid down on the ground, face to the sky, and said, "though I'm no leader, so feel free to choose whatever." He continued to stare at the sky, as he noticed Henrik wordlessly pull the knife out of the boy's chest. Wonderful. 'So what was that all about?' He heard the annoying voice ring in his head once more. He only seemed to speak when Richard had done something wrong in his eyes. 'What do you mean?' Maalik sighed and said, 'you say things like that, showing that despite your apathetic nature you actually do care about the task at hand. So why try to act like you don't?' 'I only said what was true. I'm not about to try and tell these people what to do. I only laid out what are current two pressing options are.' Maalik sighed again before continuing on, 'listen, guardian of the hellfire is only one of my titles. My other one derives from the alternate spelling of my name, one without two A's. And that word means King. In terms of me though, King of Hell would be more specific. And if kings are nothing else, they are authoritative.' 'So what, you want me to lead this group and order them around. That sounds like quite the bother, not to mention based on the recklessness of some of them, and the know it all air of others I hardly think they'd have the man napping in the field of corpses lead them.' 'I'm not saying to be the king of the group, but if nothing else at least be firm with your decision. Don't just try to leave everything to others, because one day the world will require you to do something on your own, and if you just stand there it'll leave you behind, and no amount of lethargy will help you then.' There was a pause between the two. Richard sighed once more and said, "though personally I'd say going to find someplace to rest would be in our best bets. If Harbonah did set up some sort of defence right now, I'd say most of our group is too tired to handle it. Furthermore between the rather horrible looking state Hana has looked like she's been in recently, and that some of you seem to be ready to keel over from fatigue, waiting to go fallen angel hunting and resting up a bit, in my opinion, could be our best bet. Any objections?" He didn't really like this one bit, this wasn't his way of living at all. Though something, and someone, told him that he couldn't do nothing. As much of a bother as it was, he was inclined to believe it. After all was said and done, everything in his head was quiet.
Brandon had seen the whole scene unfold before his eyes. He was restrained for the first half, being unable to do anything. Just sort of listening to that new angel, Harmonica, explain that the zombies were actually people possessed by demons and void of any humanity. This did indeed make Brandon feel a bit better about so mercilessly killing all of them, since well who needs demons around? Then shit hit the fan at an alarming rate. Compadre was given a knife to use to kill one of them, but instead he just stabbed her instead. And then she retaliated by throwing the knife into someone else. Shane was his name. He just lay there, dead. And as angry and cold hearted as Brandon felt right now towards all of the demons and that stupid angel, he couldn't do anything. He was still too tired from over using his powers to make a difference in the fight against the head zombie. But once she was killed by Cas, Compadre and that one guy, all the other zombies just sort of left. He felt relieved, seeing as he was in no condition to fight right now, but regardless he got up anyway and walked over to Shane's lifeless body. It was quite the sight to see. Sure Officer Mayo who was part of their group before, and sure he had died, but it was less...noticeable. He was just crushed by a building and truth be told he was actually starting to forget that he was even caught up in it. But Shane, sure he never said anything, but he was right here, right next to them. And bam, he had that knife sticking out of him. It was quite the horrifying scene that only sort of internally pissed off Brandon. He hated losing more than anything, and he was going to make sure for all the fallen fallen, that next round would be there win. Definitely. However something was still making him a bit curious. He bent down over the body and looked at Xana pointing at the knife. It seemed to be quite the special knife, seeing as Compadre was still carrying it on him despite having his angel sword on him. Not to mention the wound it made on Harmonica was quite the severe looking one. "So what exactly is the primary difference between our swords and this knife. Also, it seemed to be like an effective weapon so should we just keep it with us?" After his question was asked and a minimum amount of time passed a sigh could be heard coming from one of the members of their gang. It was that other, really bored and lazy looking one. He was standing looking to the sky, turning around to face the rest of the group. "So, what should our next move be? We obviously can't stay here all night and our resting place is wrecked. Not to mention, though we could probably easily take them, I don't think we want to waste our energy on anymore of those possessed today. So we could either find a place to stay the night in town and go hunting for Adam, who I'm assuming is our target's name, tomorrow. Or we could continue on our hunt and find him today. Only problem is I'm thinking Harbonah probably traveled back to his side and will try to make thing exceedingly difficult for us to get to him now, especially seeing as she's probably in a panic now." After he said this he laid down on the ground, face to the sky, and said, "though I'm no leader, so feel free to choose whatever." That was rather odd. He was sure he hadn't heard more than...well anything, out of this man's mouth and now he suddenly pulls that one out. Did something get to him?
