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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 23 - 5/4 | DATE: October 14th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Car on the way to Storage Unit in London, England

Sam sat in the back of the car, having been forced to come along so that she could keep a close eye on him. Well, at least she still had some sense about that. It was difficult for him to move his arm. Even a minuscule movement would cause him pain. At least he was able to just sit there and go along for the ride instead of being, well, dead. So he just sat there, trying to keep his arm as still as possible so that he won't aggravate his wounded shoulder.

As they had their conversation in the car, Sam just drifted in and out of it, not paying much mind to any of what they were saying. He did, however, hear one thing that was said in the car.

"If you want my opinion, I say we take care of some of Lucifer's Lieutenants. Like Temeluchas and Danel. That might derail their plans for at least a little while and give us more time to our troops on order." The cop had voiced his opinion. Well, that idea wasn't half bad. In fact, it sounded like a whole load of fun. However, the woman quickly shot it down in favor of finding more of them and training them. How boring. Well, he would be forced to watch them train while he did whatever it was that woman would want him to do.

Sam let out a sigh as they were talking. They were talking about something else now. Nephilim, or whatever nonsense that was. He couldn't care less even if he tried. A mention of a fiancee here, a mention of hellfire there. Blah, blah, blah. All this talking was so boring. That itch started to grow just a little bit.

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 23 - 5/4 | DATE: October 14th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

Joslyn had opted not to have the demons in her head dealt with. She didn't want to bother Hana with something like that with everything that was going on already. Plus, she had been strangled by someone who was supposed to be on their side. What exactly had happened? She wanted to know. But she wouldn't be able to, at least for now. She just sat there, with her knees hugged to her chest, waiting for Hana to come back with the compass around her neck. Joslyn looked at it a couple of times out of curiosity, fiddling around with it out of boredom.

"Maaaaaaaaaan~, we always miss the fun stuuuuuuuufffff~."

"Oh, quit your bitching already. Whine, whine, whine, that's all you ever do!"

"Weeeeeeeeelll~, it's not like I can do much else with you around, is theeeeeeeeerrrrreeeeee~?"

"You disgusting pig. Is that really all you ever think about numb nuts?"

"Ooooooooh~, numbnuts. That's a real good ooooooooone~."

"Wanna start something, dick breath?"

"Aaaaaaaassss~ a matter of fact, I doooooooooo~!" The bickering had intensified, but Joslyn just sat there, occasionally fiddling with the compass and thinking about what had happened. Was Hana's life really in danger with that guy around? That was not good, then. But what could she do about it?

 

Decimus Black​

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----- Day: 23 ----- Mood: Twisted ----- Location: Service House ----- Interaction: Danel -----​

“Now would be best. I don’t have a lot of time.” Danel ran his fingers through his brown hair and let out a sigh. He told Decimus of one of his fellow angels failing a task.

“Well, if you put off this time freeze you can have whatever you fancy. I can have the cooks prepare something and my ladies bring us some drinks. How soon do you need to leave?”

The next inquiry caught Israfil’s attention the most.

“How good are you at turning relatively dominant women into the submissive sorts that you keep? I have a few girls that need to be put in their place and sex trafficking…well, that will show them.” His expression grew venomous.

Decimus couldn’t help but give off an evil smile himself.

“Welllll~ I do have my ways. My two mistresses used to be the head of companies until they got to me. Some of the girls on and off try to disobey myself and/or the clients. Do not worry, Danel, we have plenty of punishments to turn the hardest of women into my personal pets.”

 

“Welllll~ I do have my ways. My two mistresses used to be the head of companies until they got to me. Some of the girls on and off try to disobey myself and/or the clients. Do not worry, Danel, we have plenty of punishments to turn the hardest of women into my personal pets.” Decimus informed him.

Danel smirked. "Good. Expect a package soon." With a snap of his fingers, time unfroze and he was gone.

 

Decimus Black

(Insert rest of stuff that goes here)

"Expect a package soon."

He snapped his fingers. Time unfroze and he disappeared.

"Well, that was short. I expected you to stay a little longer." A hand rose to the sky. "But won't she and her companions be armed by now?!" He yelled to Danel. "Do you have a plan for that?!" His hand fell to his forehead. "I hope you have something for me to use against her. I don't feel like dying anytime soon."

Decimus returned to his room, where he was met by his mistresses. He explained that he would be bedding in a separate room for the night. A small dinner came later. Sleep came soon after.

 

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Richard had spent a good evening just doing his good old fencing stuff at the abandon warehouse that he was. He felt like he was finally getting back into the groove of things and started resetting back to his usual apathy of things. No series of an unfortunate events, forces of nature and zombie apocalypses (not gonna lie still weird,) was going to bog his uncaring nature down. As such he with a job well done he went back to his car and drove on home.

Once there he simply sat down and ate dinner thinking on what to do next. Maybe going back to fencing Austin soon. Nope, Austin was on some business somewhere else. Aside from him he didn't have any real people he could fence for practice. Warehouse it was again tomorrow. Probably for the best too. He needed to get his old skills back in shape and fencing by himself somehow managed to be the quickest way to do so. With dinner done he climbed into bed and went off to the only thing he couldn't ignore. His dreams.

 

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 23 - 5/4 | DATE: October 14th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

Sitting in the motel, waiting for them to come back was getting a little boring. She kept fiddling with the compass for a good while as she sat there thinking. There was nothing she could really do to help, was there? She herself had no idea what she could do. And in terms of strength, that guy Sam was really strong. Strong enough to leave those dark marks around her neck. She was frail, and he was powerful. That was undeniable.

"You are such an unbelievable prick!"

"Aaaaaaaand~ you're just a huge unbelievable biiiiiiiiiiitchfaaaaaaace~!"

"Oh, don't give me that cockbreath!"

"Haaaaaaaaa~! This coming from the one who eats so many of theeeeeeem~!"

"What the fuck did you just say, assmunch!?"

"Suuuuuuurely~ you heard me, unless you're going deaf from all of those dicks getting shoved into your eaaaaaaaaarrrrsss~?"

"Oooooh heeeeeeeeeellllll no, you did not just say that!" Afterwards, the sounds of gulping could be heard. "You are so fucking dead, asswipe!" Their bickering continued from last time. Honestly, this was just getting repetitive. They were constantly going at each others throats. At some point, it just gets sad. Incredibly so.

While all of this was going on, Joslyn started to yawn a little bit. She was getting sleepy again, which is amazing for someone who had spent two whole days asleep. "I'm getting sleepy again~" Joslyn started to rub her eyes, but she tried her best to stay up, waiting for them to come back. She tried her hardest to stay up to see them come back to no avail. The white haired girl had fallen back into the bed, her knees still hugged to her chest, and fell asleep. (She's been getting a lotta sleep, huh?)

 

After some time, Hana pulled her car into the chain-linked compound housing the storage units as she did three days prior. She parked the car outside her unit and shut off the engine. Hana rifled with her keys until she found the right one and unlocked the large steel garage door and slid it up, revealing the interior. She waded her way to the back and unlocked the safe once more. Hana instructed Tyson and Brandon to find their lockers labeled Zadkiel and Barachiel. She went through all the steps until they pulled out the decorative boxes and watched the expressions change on their face. There was a tired smile on her face and she collected the keys from them, putting them back in the safe and sealing it shut.

 

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 23 (5/4)\\\///Sunday October 14th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Warehouse--->Motel)\\\///Mood: Like a kid in a sword shop\\\

The gang of the high school boy, the police officer, the crazy stab wounded man, and the invisible girl finally made it to the warehouse after what seemed like an eternity of driving. Once there they were instructed to go and get their weapons from their respective lockers. After finding the Barachiel locker Brandon pulled out his wandy looking thing. Once being told how to he transformed it into a magnificent and beautiful sort meant only for the archangel of lightning. Aka himself. He took a few practice swings with it, still really bright and cheery until he finally turned it back into a wand. With all said and done they went back to the motel, where Brandon went into his still illegally acquired room for sleep for the rest of the night.

 

When they got back to the motel, Hana noticed everyone was already asleep. She smiled fondly at Joslyn curled up in bed with the compass. She looked back to the others and frowned, unsure what to do with Samuel. She wouldn't be able to just knock him out again. Joslyn was i.e. no danger so long as they shared a bed, but what of Sam? Would he take off?

Brandon returned to the room he occupied the night before. If anything happened, he was only a few doors down. Hana didn't really have much of a choice, so she made up beds on the floor for the men and crawled into bed with the pale darkling before going to sleep.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 23 - 5/4 | DATE: October 14th, 2013 [Monday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

Having accomplished what they wanted, they promptly returned to the motel. There, the woman laid out beds on the floor for the guys. Sam was sure this was so that she could try to keep an eye on him. She was really intent on making sure he didn't go anywhere. Well, that wouldn't sit right with him unless he could get some kind of enjoyment out of it. Oh well, no use bitching about it now. A guy needs his sleep. With that thought, he went over to one of the beds she so graciously set out on the floor. Not as comfortable as a mattress, but it'll do. He lay down on the spot and had to adjust himself so that he wouldn't be laying on top of his injured shoulder. After a few moments of fidgeting, he finally settled into a position and fell asleep.

 

Each move, each slice, it all came so natural, so instinctively. Each blow drew the red liquid and each blow was one that truly belonged to one so skilled. For one that did not have much experience, for one that had only just started, such a feat was truly one that would belong to somebody that was above the norm of a human being. Such a thing was nothing truly unbelievable for the angel, but it showed some progress none the less.

Drugs, alcohol, murder and rape, these people flourished on these things and it was for that reason that he was drawn to them. Their death called out to him feverishly and it was a call that he could not just ignore. Slashed throats, missing organs, spilling blood, it was a scene filled with gore and one that the police would be traumatized just by looking at it.

Had his instincts not taken part and had he only taken the step forward on his own then things wouldn't have ended so...distasteful. With the murder done the murderer made his was to his sleeping chambers and drifted off to sleep.

 

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DAY 24​

Tuesday, October 15th, 2013​

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Tyson woke up pretty early. He slept in the same room as Brandon. Tyson got up and went outside. He cracked his knuckle and let out a loud yawn. He looked down at the wand that Hana gave him last night. Tyson stared over at the pile of dead zombies. "Do I even deserve this?" Tyson asked himself. "How does this thing even work?" Tyson pondered as he twirled the wand around his hand.
Tyson walked over to a abandoned truck. There was several of the fallen here and when they got ready to move out he was sure not everyone waited to be packed into one vehicle. Besides he prefers to have a vehicle of his own. So this truck will due for now. Tyson tried to open the driver door, but it was locked. Of course. Tyson closed his eyes and took a deep breath in and out. Tyson held out his hand and he used his powers to unlock the door. He opened up the door, and kneeled down under the wheel. He took out a couple of wires and was able to hot wire it. Tyson revved up the engine, forgetting about everyone else and laughed in victory.

Hawke woke up about 10 minutes after his clock went off. He tossed the clock across the room and went into the bathroom. After he got a shower down and all that good stuff he got dressed. He grabbed himself a couple pieces of toast and went on out to work.

 

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 24 (1/4)\\\///Tuesday October 15th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: To Fun!\\\

Brandon, the newly discovered archangel of lightning, woke up in a purely electrical mood. He started off the morning bounding out of his bed trying to go and think what today's marvels would bring him. It was just a week ago that he was sitting at home during some freak electrical storm. Now he was far from home, in a motel, fighting zombies, apparently an archangel, and had a pretty bitchin' sword. All in all Brandon felt pretty good about the whole situation. It was like he was in some sort of game and they needed to go save the world after doing many things and leveling up and stuff. He was also quite curious of what sounded like super enemies, (the nephilim) boss enemies,(Danel and Temalchaus) and finally Super Boss that is hinted at for the entire game and everyone goes out of their way to try and stop it but it still ends up getting revived anyway because that's just how plot works,(Leviathan.)

Getting out some more of a sports drink he drank it all in and now feeling fully hydrated left the room. Once outside he saw Officer Malone walk into a truck and start it up. Well that was certainly...something. He wondered if he was going somewhere right now but decided not to press it. Instead he pulled out his wand looking dilly ma bobber, and pondered about it. After remembering what he had been told yesterday by Hana he turned his wand into that same sword from yesterday. Still thinking of a name he finally decided on Vis Vis. He wasn't entirely sure if that's what Barachiel named it, but it was what he was naming it and Brandon's wants came before Barachiel's wants. Not really caring if anyone was around to see him he just sort of swung it around a few times before realizing he had absolutely no idea how to use a sword. With that revelation out of the way he figured he'd start doing what he always did. Practice, practice, practice. Sure he had no idea how to practice with a sword, but at least getting comfortable with the grip and feel of it wouldn't hurt.

 

Decimus Black

----- Day: 24 ----- Mood: Pleased ----- Location: Service House -----

That morning breakfast was quite simple. It consisted of just an egg burrito with some bacon on the side. He wasn’t very hungry. True, he did have a little bit more liquor than usual. After the events of yesterday, the angel needed more than just a drink. Memories started to come back, slowly but surely. Decimus kept wondering more and more what package would arrive.

Could it be weapons? I have plenty of those… Heavenly weapons then? Hmm… some magically attachable wings? I give up.

At around eleven, he had his mistresses treat him to a bath. It was as relaxing as it was arousing. The two women treated him well by feeding him various fruits as they did the things that they specialized in. They also seemed to have a great time by pleasing him. To be honest, he probably got so relaxed at a couple points that he almost fell asleep. When they got out he felt like taking a nap. It was impossible, though. He was always a busy man, and today he had to go back to the club to check up on it.

I just hope there isn’t any trouble when I get there. I don’t know if I could control myself.

Today he felt like being dressed up in his fancy Victorian outfit, so he had his ladies dress him. At least they didn’t try to talk a whole lot and obeyed him. He smiled at this fact.

After the Yellow Light activation, Decimus made his way to his older car.

“I’ll be at the club,” he told one of the henchmen. “I am expecting a package anytime soon. Tell that to the team. Call me immediately if it arrives here.”

“Yes, Boss. I’ll do that right away.” He bowed and exited the garage to tell the others.

I hope things get exciting soon…

He drove off towards the club. Having putting a new girl or two being put into submission, as Danel said, gave him a twisted smile.

 

"Ah, just like riding a bike." Tyson said as he shut the truck off. He was just making sure he remembered how to hot wire a car, he hasn't done it in years. He got out of the truck and glanced over to Brandon practicing. 'Glad someone's up.' Tyson thought as he walked over to the teenager. "Hey, have a good nights rest?" Tyson greeted. "Guess it's just you and me up huh? Should we wake up the others? But then again Hana seems a little....tense to me. Maybe she needs to sleep in for a little while. All this end of the world business can't be good for ones stress level."

Hawke made it in to work on time for once. An impressive feat for him. "Hawke? Vash ..... v vovremya? (Your....in on time?)" Anton had a puzzled look. Hawke is FAR from the model employee, he's rude to most co-workers and customers, and almost always late, but Anton keeps him around due to him being one of the fastest couriers he has and he works for considerably less. "Prosto oznachayet, chto vy poluchite bol'she vremeni provodit' so mnoy. Vy schastlivchik.(Just means you get more time to spend with me. You lucky bastard.)" Hawke said in a smug tone. Anton just rolled his eyes.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 24 - 2/4 | DATE: October 14th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

Sam sat himself upright and put his arm over his bandaged shoulder. "Uuugggh..." It was painful to move even a little bit. Sharp pains emanated from the wound whenever he did. He rubbed it a little bit as he popped his neck. At that point, the injured man had a desire to smoke. He looked for the pack he had with him to check if he still had any. One left. Lucky. With the cigarette and his lighter in hand, he went for the door and opened it.

He stepped out and leaned against the wall right next to the door. The two other guys that had shown up yesterday were already out and about. Not that it mattered to him. He put the cigarette to his lips and lit it. Sam shoved the lighter into his pocket and inhaled. Aah. That hit the spot. Smoke billowed out of his mouth as he took the cigarette from his mouth. Being handicapped like this is definitely going to leave me at a disadvantage. I should still be able to fight and everything, but I won't be able to go all out. That's good for them, I guess... The fact of the matter is that he had no idea of his full potential. He had no idea exactly how much of his power he had been tapping into.

The cigarette was back in his mouth as he looked around the area. Bodies still littered the area. "I sure made a mess, didn't I?" he quipped to himself. Sam was smiling fondly as he remembered the thrills of cutting up their bodies. The sensation that coursed through him as blood splattered all over. Ah, that was so much fun. Well, minus the last part where I got my shoulder pierced. He blew the smoke directly into the air above him. The smile on his face lingered.

 

[/url]The trip was a long and tedious one, but this feeling was most likely due to his anticipation for reaching London. Having awoken early in the morning Alistair made it his goal to travel there and do a little investigating. Zombies running amok was something that surely called out to him and it was something he just couldn't ignore.

As he swirled the red liquid in his glass he merely stared out the window of his aircraft and smiled nonchalantly. Who knew what he would find there and if anything there could be the chance of him encountering the others. Tempy was probably not going to like this turn out, but regardless Alistair felt like was too dull to merely waste sitting around and doing nothing of interest.

Soon enough his airplane hit land and Alistair got off and walked forward with his hands in his pocket. Calmly the man walked on and soon enough he witnessed it. He witnessed the dead bodies and he witnessed what looked like a lifeless city. His eyes were fixated at the scene and all too suddenly a sharp pain his his head and the man instantly clutched his head. In the mere moment it arrived, it soon vanished all too instantly. Shaking his head, the nonchalant smile returned to his face as he walked on.

 

Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 24 - 2/4 | DATE: October 15th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Motel in London, England

Joslyn opened her eyes to see that it was morning. Oh no! I must've fallen asleep! She looked around and saw Sam getting out of the room. If he's here, then... Her eyes fall on Hana who was sleeping next to her. Ah, she's here. She's ok. Joslyn put her hand on the compass she had given her to hold on to. She thought about taking it off and putting it around Hana's neck, but she decided not to and let her sleep a little longer.

"Goooooooooooood~ morning there. Not going to sleep the whole daaaaaaaaaaaay~?"

"Good morning to you, too. I feel like I've been sleeping too much lately, so I thought that I should try to do something other than sleep."

"Oh, that's good. Try not being useless for once." Joslyn puffed out her cheeks.

"How rude." She went into the bathroom, took off her clothes, and hopped into the shower. It's been a while since she took one. The hot water falling onto her skin felt wonderful. It was extremely refreshing.

After finishing with her shower and toweling off, she put on the clothes she had before. It felt odd having to re-wear those clothes, but since they didn't have any of their stuff, she would have to make due with them. She continued to dry off her hair with a towel as she walked out into the room, steam coming from behind her.

"Sooooooooooo~"

"Soooooo~?"

"Iiiiiiii~ mean... what are we going to doooooooooo~?"

"Good question."

"That is a good question..." It was silent for a few moments.

"You mean you have no idea what you want to do today!?"

"Not in the slightest." There was even more silence. Neither of the two had any idea of what to say to that. "You guys?"