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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ IRATE ✖ DAY 25 ※ 1/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/16/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ UNKNOWN
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There was a moment before Red replied and Hay Sun thought she might have passed back out, which would have been annoying as fuck. It was probably stupid to talk about escape plans because they didn't know if they were alone or not, but there hadn't been any foreign breathing or presence, so Hay Sun couldn't help but assume they were isolated from outsiders.

❝I'm not sure.❞ The start didn't give her any confidence. ❝Do you know how we got here? The last thing I remember was those creatures trying to break into the motel room. None of this really adds up . . . ❞

She sighed, still listening. What was the last thing she remembered? Honestly? It was probably almost knocking Sam's head for a Homerun, but she tried to grasp memories after that night, all of which seemed fuzzy. Frustrating. ❝I remember just about as much as you do.❞

❝Um, Hay Sun,❞ Red began, and the girl turned her head, ❝Are you, ah . . . Are you, pretty much naked, as well?❞

As well. That meant Red was pretty much in the nude, too. Hay Sun coughed a laugh. ❝Yeah. Black panties with dark teal lace and all.❞ Well, the description wasn't needed, but who cared. She sighed again.

Before she could start talking, another voice joined them, ❝Hana! Hay - Hay - !❞

❝Cass is up,❞ Hay Sun said. She sounded like she was gonna gag or something. That'd suck ass if she did. When there was sniffing, Hay Sun felt pretty shitty. Why did they have to be stuck like this? She was seriously going to kick ass when they were free. Cass mumbled something about her head. ❝I'd like to cheat my way out of this, is that fine?❞ Without her Glamour ( or 'pixie dust', as she liked to call it ), Hay Sun couldn't really . . . do much outside of summoning her weapon, setting things on fire, and some other stuff.

❝I wonder if the others know where we are.❞ If they didn't, that would be ******. ❝Remind me why we don't have telepathic links and communication? That'd be pretty useful about now.❞​

 

[/url] A slash to the throat, a sidestep to avoid a lunge, this was becoming more and more like a true battle and Alistair revealed in the slashing of these mindless husks. Both knives rested in his hands, and twirling both in hand, Alistair rushed forward to a ghoul and with all his might he swung both knives at the throat and from both sides the knives dug deep into the neck. This wasn't truly enough to behead the ghoul, but he really wasn't going for that at the moment.

With both knives still in the neck and hands still grasping the knives as tight as he could, Alistair began to push his shoulder against the ghoul's chest and together the two began to move. Pushing forward Alistair rushed up until they reached a huge window and with a grin Alistair pushed the two out. Using the ghoul's body as a shield the crashed through the window and both collided on the ground. With no time to spare Alistair quickly rose to his feet and stomped onto the fallen ghoul's neck, completing the beheading. With that done he merely grasped the head and immediately chucked it at the head of another incoming ghoul that fell from the sheer impact of the blow.

Once again he was now in the open and merely grasping the knives by his feet he once again began to battle. Twirling his knives as he leap backwards he landed back and smirked. His body would soon not be able to handle it all, but his mind was always ready.

 

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 25 (2/4)\\\///Wednesday October 16th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: To rescuing\\\

Brandon was getting tired of his whole training by himself. Really he would've tried more and harder, but no one seemed to be willing to getting out of bed and outside to where he was. Either that or they were all talking about something without him. The latter just didn't sit well with him and the former irritated him even more. This was the time when they were basically at their lowest so if all they were doing was sitting and moping Brandon might actually kick all of their asses into high gear. Losing was never an option for Brandon. Never. He needed to make sure that they won this fight even if he only recently got involved in it. Because after all winning is everything. With that in mind Brandon decided to pocket his sword, though he before doing he thought it would be wise to check something else out. Looking at his arm a smile came on his face as he was delighted with the fact that it could do that. Picking up his tennis racket he started dribbling his way to the wrecked motel room.

Brandon got in there and looked around at their mismatched group of people. Really they were ragtag at best. But they had fucking angel powers so that made it all the better. However he decided that maybe a good sort of team pep talk would be in order. "Alright everyone, i still have absolutely no idea what happened last night, but I'm gonna assume that Hana and those two others whose names i never learned at all, that they were kidnapped. By zombies or some shit like that. ANYWAY. Point is we don't have our leader in red hair to help guide us on our journey anymore. But what we do have, is each other. We are all fallen angels which can only mean one thing! That we are meant to be complete badasses. So basically what I'm saying here is that we need to get our shit together and become even bigger badasses than what we already are. Now I might be new to this group, and heck, I know all ONE of you by name. Having said that I think we can all agree that we need to do our best to find our red headed leader and even more so, kick some...whatever the hell it is we're fighting's ass." Brandon was pretty sure after a certain it became less of a speech and more a ramble, but he continued on with it anyway. "Now then basically what we have to do is, is use some angel magic to find out where they are, or better yet, where more of us are. That way we can go in there and kick who's ever holding them up with some angel magic. But uh, like i said we basically need magic to find them since they could be in like hell or Wisconsin or something like that. Furthermore if we're gonna save them we need some more angel magic powers. And in order to do that we need to train, train and train. Now I might not look like much but I'm a tennis player. Even more importantly I'm a sports player. And while that sounded completely redundant it's basically saying, I know how to train every day and still get shit done. So we need to train and travel to wherever it is any sort of angel magic tells us where they are, each and every day, and become the biggest Fallen Angel Badasses this world has ever seen and...do what ever it is we're actually supposed to do. I still have no idea what our original mission even was anyway. But despite that, are you all with me in this rescue operation of sheer angel badassness." Again after a certain while he had literally no idea what he was saying, but hopefully it worked. His expression was now bright and cheery, full of enthusiasm, and was hoping that it would spread to the others. And even more importantly....maybe someone would actually train with him now.

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ⟡ ✖ ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 25 ⦙ 1/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Wednesday ⦙ October 16, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ ??? ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Hay Sun & Cassie ❖​

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❝ Yeah. Black panties with dark teal lace and all. ❞ Oh! Well, all right then.

Hana blushed at Hay Sun's response. That sounded awfully ... fancy. Was underwear supposed to be so fancy? She always saw those commercials of people advertising undergarments and thought that it seemed rather indecent.

There was a noise and Cassandra's voice seemed to come from the other side of Hay Sun. ❝ Hana! Hay - Hay - ! ❞

❝ Cass is up, ❞ Hay Sun said. That she was. ❝ I'd like to cheat my way out of this, is that fine? ❞

❝ There could be someone watching. We can't draw attention. ❞ It would be nice to have Hay Sun just burn off the straps on her wrists and then set the both of them free, but if someone came in while that was happening, then they would be royally screwed.

❝ I wonder if the others know where we are. ❞

So did she. Hana wished she had some sort of way to know. If the others knew of their whereabouts, then they would just have to wait it out, but if they didn't -- they really needed to try and figure something out.

❝ Remind me why we don't have telepathic links and communication? That'd be pretty useful about now. ❞ Hay Sun said.

Hana actually started to laugh. That would be so ridiculously convenient. She couldn't help herself. They didn't even have that ability when they were their old selves. ❝ I'm - I'm sorry, ❞ she said between sobs of laughter. Tears streaked her face. ❝ It's just, we never even had that ability before. I've heard rumors about some devices that allow for that sort of communication, but I've never seen them. Rumor has it that they were forged in the Underworld, so if they do exist, they belong to the Dark Angels. I'd also be willing to bet that they are the reason we are in this situation. There's no way anyone could have just burst into our motel room while we slept and whisked us away under normal human circumstances, especially with those things outside. ❞

She took in a deep breath. ❝Hay Sun, do you think you could warm up your wrists, without making anything extreme? ❞

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 25 - 1/4 | DATE: October 16th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Motel ==> Somewhere near the Motel in London, England

Everything just hurt. His arms, his legs, his torso, but especially his shoulder. Everything hurt like hell. He opened his eyes slowly. Moving his, well anything really, just hurt, although as time passed, it got easier to move. It still hurt to even sit up, though. Even so, he forced himself upright and put a hand up to his forehead. Last night was a bit of a blur, most of what he could remember right now involved pain. Lots and lots and lots of pain. After taking a look at his charred shoulder, he remembered what he did: He seared his wound shut.

"Uuuugh... Never again..."

"Oh, you're awake!" The girl stood up from the bed.

"Don't remind me." He put his feet on the floor. Sam wasn't particularly happy to be awake at the moment, with all of the pain he is experiencing. It wasn't exactly the pleasurable kind. "What exactly happened last night?" It was silent for a bit before the girl spoke up.

"You don't remember? Hana and the two other girls that were here got taken some to some place..." She looked down at the floor as she spoke. That's right, the girls got kidnapped. Even if he didn't know where they were now, he had a really good idea who was behind it. That son of a bitch, Sam had already wanted to kick his ass, but now he was asking for a giant sword shoved firmly up where the sun don't shine.

"Oh... right." He moved his shoulder around to see if his little procedure worked properly. For the most part, the range of motion in his arm was better than before, though it would still take time for it to get back to full motion. Still better than practically being stuck to using one arm. In his current condition, he could use both arms to a certain extent. "Any plans on what to do about that?" He asked as he stood up and grabbed the shirt he tossed off.

"I think we have to look for them. No, we need to." The girl tried to look confident, though she still seemed doubtful.

"Alright then. But don't you think maybe we need to look for some of those other angels out there?" He asked as he put his shirt on. After putting it on, he noticed the kid standing in the room, looking all pumped up for some reason. "Kid, did you smoke something funny?"

"Oh, no. You missed a rousing speech he made to pump us up."

"Oh yeah?" Sam moved his shoulder around as he spoke. "Sorry I missed it, I guess..."

"Anyways, you said something about looking for other fallen angels? What exactly did you have in mind with that?"

"I figure since there are more of us out there, one of 'em could be loaded. And right now, we're in need of some money."

"Good point." She placed her finger on her chin. Soon after he said that, she took a look at the compass, noticing that the needle was pointing to someone. "Oh! There's a fallen angel nearby!"

"Well great! Let's see if he has any money." He went to pick up his wand that he tossed aside the other day and placed it in his pocket. It would be a good idea if he were armed with it, just in case something happened.

"Let's go!" With Powder leading the way, he followed her as the compass pointed them in the direction this angel was in.

She led them to some place not too far from the motel, where there was a guy fighting some more of those zombie things. "Oh, so these things are still roaming around? Great." For some reason he was wearing a completely white suit that was surprisingly not stained by any blood. Who the hell does this guy think he is, a Smooth Criminal? He kept moving his shoulder around in a circle before jumping into the fray and helping this guy cut up some zombie meat.

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 25 - 1/4 | DATE: October 16th, 2013 [Wednesday] | LOCATION: Motel ==> Somewhere near the Motel in London, England

The other new person came into the room. He looked around the room for a bit before finally starting to speak. "Alright everyone, i still have absolutely no idea what happened last night, but I'm gonna assume that Hana and those two others whose names i never learned at all, that they were kidnapped. By zombies or some shit like that. ANYWAY. Point is we don't have our leader in red hair to help guide us on our journey anymore. But what we do have, is each other. We are all fallen angels which can only mean one thing! That we are meant to be complete badasses. So basically what I'm saying here is that we need to get our shit together and become even bigger badasses than what we already are. Now I might be new to this group, and heck, I know all ONE of you by name. Having said that I think we can all agree that we need to do our best to find our red headed leader and even more so, kick some...whatever the hell it is we're fighting's ass." Joslyn was getting hooked.

"Is this kid for real?"

"Iiiiiiiiii~ have absolutely no idea, but it sure sounds mooooootivaaaaatiiiiiing~."

"Ugh, whatever."

"Now then basically what we have to do is, is use some angel magic to find out where they are, or better yet, where more of us are. That way we can go in there and kick who's ever holding them up with some angel magic. But uh, like i said we basically need magic to find them since they could be in like hell or Wisconsin or something like that. Furthermore if we're gonna save them we need some more angel magic powers. And in order to do that we need to train, train and train. Now I might not look like much but I'm a tennis player. Even more importantly I'm a sports player. And while that sounded completely redundant it's basically saying, I know how to train every day and still get shit done. So we need to train and travel to wherever it is any sort of angel magic tells us where they are, each and every day, and become the biggest Fallen Angel Badasses this world has ever seen and...do what ever it is we're actually supposed to do. I still have no idea what our original mission even was anyway. But despite that, are you all with me in this rescue operation of sheer angel badassness." She was impressed. Even though she didn't get some of it, she was still impressed by the fact that he was trying to pump everyone up. She started to clap. And even though she was the only one who could hear it, there was another set of clapping coming from one of the demons in her head. Suddenly, the was a rustling noise coming from the other bed.

"Ugh... Never again..."

"Oh, you're awake!" She was surprised. Joslyn honestly thought that he would be out for much longer than that.

"Don't remind me." He put his feet on the floor. "What exactly happened last night?" It was silent for a bit before the girl spoke up.

"You don't remember? Hana and the two other girls that were here got taken some to some place..." She looked down at the floor as she spoke. The other girls got kidnapped and they had no idea where in the world they could be. For that matter, they didn't know the identity of the person behind this whole thing.

"Oh... right." He was moving his shoulder around, trying to do something. "Any plans on what to do about that?" He asked as he stood up and grabbed the shirt he tossed off.

"I think we have to look for them. No, we need to." She tried her best to look confident, although she wasn't exactly sure if it was working.

"Alright then. But don't you think maybe we need to look for some of those other angels out there?" He asked as he put his shirt on. After putting it on, he noticed the kid standing in the room, looking all pumped up. "Kid, did you smoke something funny?"

"Oh, no. You missed a rousing speech he made to pump us up."

"Oh yeah?" Sam moved his shoulder around as he spoke. "Sorry I missed it, I guess..."

"Anyways, you said something about looking for other fallen angels? What exactly did you have in mind with that?" She was curious about his ideas for that.

"I figure since there are more of us out there, one of 'em could be loaded. And right now, we're in need of some money."

"Good point." She placed her finger on her chin. Soon after he said that, the compass started to feel warm. She took a look at the compass and noticed that the needle was pointing to someone. "Oh! There's a fallen angel nearby!"

"Well great! Let's see if he has any money." He went to pick up his wand and placed it in his pocket.

"Let's go!" She dashed out of the room, following the directions of the compass.

She led them to some place not too far from the motel, where there was a guy fighting some more of those zombie things. "Oh, so these things are still roaming around? Great." For some reason he was wearing a completely white suit that was surprisingly not stained by any blood. Before she could say anything, Sam jumped right in and started cutting up zombies. It was a good thing he was on their side, even though he did try to choke out Hana for some reason. He actually seemed like a nice guy.

 

While he had no idea how long he was sleeping for, but what he did know was that he was awoken by what he could tell was either a rant or some kind of speech. The more he listen to it, the clearer it was that it was more of a speech than a rant. At least it wasn't complaining that woke him up.

As he moved off the wall he was resting on, he saw that the speech was coming from one of the new people that'd join them.

Even more importantly I'm a sports player. And while that sounded completely redundant it's basically saying, I know how to train every day and still get shit done. So we need to train and travel to wherever it is any sort of angel magic tells us where they are, each and every day, and become the biggest Fallen Angel Badasses this world has ever seen and...do what ever it is we're actually supposed to do. I still have no idea what our original mission even was anyway. But despite that, are you all with me in this rescue operation of sheer angel badassness."

It was definitely quite the speech that he'd heard, still it was better than just sitting here doing nothing.

"Alright then. But don't you think maybe we need to look for some of those other angels out there?"

"Oh! There's a fallen angel nearby!"

Well that was convenient. Saved them the trouble of having to go to far in order to find one. Seeing some of the others leave, he started to do the same. As he did, he noticed that there was a lone bag in the room. Fortunately he recognized the bag as Hana's. Maybe there was something in there that was useful, after all she did carry it around with her. Using that as he motivation, he grab the bag and slung it over his shoulder. With that out of the way, he went ahead and left he motel.

 

Decimus Black​

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----- Day: 25 ----- Mood: Excited ----- Location: Service House ----- Interaction: Hana, Cassandra, Hay Sun -----​

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He leaned forward in the chair in front of the bath area door. His chin rested on his hands as he observed the three girls. An evil smile crossed his face. Watching the girls was so fun and funny. They started talking to each other and he learned each of their names. It was just too damn funny. Evil laughter escaped his mouth as he couldn’t keep it in any more.

“Bwahahahaha! You girls are too hilarious!” Decimus rose from the seat and went up to the one called Hana. His nose made his way up her neck as he took in her scent. “Yes, all of you have been drugged,” he whispered in her ear.“It is a type of sedative that will keep all three of you from doing anything I don't want you to, especially running very far.” His fingers ran across her abdomen. “I have three pretty little butterflies caught in my web.”

The fallen angel moved from the red head to Cassandra. Her blindfold was removed. "We'll, you're a pretty one, aren't you?"

He moved to Hay Sun next. “You’re a rowdy one. It’ll be fun to break you.” He ran his fingers over her neck before removing the blindfold.

Hana was last. “You three are going to be here a long time, Hana.” His hand slicked back his hair. "I suggest you get used to the whole everything going on," he motioned to her almost nude body.

Israfil stepped back from the girls to get a grip on the door. “Your conditioning starts now.”

The door slid open and revealed both the women and men of the house bathing. “Your audience awaits.”

Their eyes shifted to the three women. Pleasant smiles crossed their faces as they took in the view.

 

BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 25 (2/4)\\\///Wednesday October 16th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Motel)\\\///Mood: To Vengeance!(even though he's not that kind of angel)\\\


Brandon really should've made sure that everyone was awake before giving his grandiose speech of motivation. Really it seemed one or two of them paid attention to him, maybe a third one. Well three out of four wasn't bad. Still he was glad to get some sort of clapping response from one of them. That motivated him slightly and made him feel less like an idiot. With that all out of the way the mexican man was now saying that they should probably make their crew bigger, which was one of the key aspects of his speech...or at least he thought that was one of it. Honestly Brandon didn't really know what he said aside from save Hana and the other two, and train like the dickens. At that suggestion from the large mexican man, the fragile looking piece of paper girl had pointed at a magic angel compass, one of which he completely forgot existed, and said that there was another fallen nearby. That sounded awesome. Hopefully it wasn't some sort of psychopath or something because that might end up just being a major letdown once they found him.

Before Brandon left he noticed one person, who had been rather silent up to now, grab a backpack and leave the room with it. That was probably for the best to grab everything and return it to their owners once they finally met up again. Brandon found the wand he had tossed at the mexican last night and picked it up and shoved in the backpack. Just as he was ready to go he noticed two boxes that seemed, while different, similar to the box his sword had been in. He went over to both of them and opened them finding a wand just like his and Hana's in there. He put one in the backpack and stared at the other one. Attempting to transform it into sword form it, obviously, failed. He was wondering what was up with these swords that made them so user specific but instead of getting anywhere he just pocketed the wand. Going over to his room he checked his bag for some tennis balls, which he put all of the remaining ones in the backpack and took a single racket with him. A duffel bag and backpack would get too cumbersome to carry, plus everything in there was stolen anyway, so he decided to leave the duffel bag. Grabbing a tennis racket he left the motel alongside the others.

Not too long after they left they ran into some guy who was carving up those zombies like it was apart of his job. Brandon wasn't exactly too fond of these zombies. In fact they pissed him off. They were the reason they were in this situation and he needed to win against them. They needed to lose. Forming Vis Vis in his hand and handing the racket to the white haired girl, and started walking towards the zombies. Spinning the sword he joined the mexican man and the suave white suited man in a good old fashion zombie killing spree.

 

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Wednesday, October 16th, 2013 | Day 25: 2/4 | Music | Location: --- | ooc:​

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Adam woke up, extremely soar and hated the idea of moving. But he was hungry, and knew Bonnie was going to wake him up at some point if he didn't get up on his own. And he didn't know if he would be able to eat after that.​

He got up from the bed and took the radio with him down into the kitchen and put it on the news again. Nothing knew was being talked about at this point other than the increase in "zombies" in London. He placed it down on the counter and went into his pantry to grab himself something.​

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He brought out pancake mix and an apple. He loved apples so much it wasn't even funny. Some people poked fun at it because Adam and the apple. He personally found that irritating but not enough to make them stop.​

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As he pulled out a bowl and started to mix up the ingredients when he leaned his elbow down on the counter and quickly shot it up again. It hurt like hell, but he didn't complain about it. He knew Bonnie was only helping him out, so the bruises and everything would just fade off anyway. ​

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Adam lit up the skillet as he thought about all the stories Bonnie had told him about himself. How noble and heroic he was leading the rebellion that took place shortly after Lucifer's fall. She had asked him if he remembered it, which both of them probably knew the answer. Which of course was no. But after a while, his imagining of the events told slowly became more realistic in his head, as though he was recalling a memory.​

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It could be just a well imagined scene. Either way he liked thinking about it as though it were a memory.​

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A burnt smell filled the air and Adam quickly looked down to see one of his pancakes on fire. He sighed and grabbed the flaming pancake with a spatula and carried it over to the sink and ran the water over it. The reaction he had was relatively calm though, while most people would have been screaming about it.​

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He picked up the wet pancake. Charred up and inedible. Well, he could probably have eaten it, but he didn't want to. He sighed and whispered, "What a waste of food..." he looked around to see if his grandfather's cat was walking around the kitchen. The cat ate almost any food they gave it, which is why it received the name Rubbish from his grandfather. It was, more over a really bad joke at first because it's fur made it look like it came out of a dumpster.​

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Adam looked around and clicked his tongue and the cat popped up as though from nowhere and he gave the pancake to the cat. The cat stared at it and looked like it wouldn't eat it. He sighed and grinned a fake grin at the cat, "It is food, it tastes like any other food." Adam broke a piece of it off and put it in his mouth and chewed it up and swallowed it, "Don't be stubborn... if I can eat it you can eat it... I am talking to the fucking cat..." he said as he dropped the pancake on the floor and the cat went right into eating it. Adam rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the skillet and he turned it back on whispering to himself, "At least someone likes burnt pancakes..."​

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When Adam was done cooking himself food he got to eating it. He had a plate with extra in case Bonnie wanted to eat it. If she didn't he would save it for a snack later on in the day or something. Adam had started to eat when Rubbish jumped up on the table and meowed at him and tried to grab his food. Adam glared at the cat and answered it back, ​

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"You had your food, this is mine." The cat meowed again in return and walked up closer.​

Adam went to push the cat off the table like he usually did, but he ended up sending the cat flying a few feet and the cat hissed at him when it landed, "Sorry Rubbish I didn't mean to... push you that hard..." he turned away from the cat and continued eating the pancake continuously looking back at the cat who now kept distance from him.​

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Loud maniacle laughter sounded and Hana's body immediately froze in place. She knew it wasn't safe to speak openly. Just because no one had made any other noises but the three of them, didn't mean that they weren't alone. Chills ran down her back and her pale skin was covered in goosebumps.

“Bwahahahaha! You girls are too hilarious!” Came a man's voice. She could feel his hot breath on her neck as he smelled her. She had never felt so violated in her entire life. Hana suppressed the urge to gag and tensed her muscles. “Yes, all of you have been drugged,” he whispered in her ear. As she figured. That explained the grogginess that clouded her mind. Aside from the headache, she felt rather dizzy as well -- no doubt another side effect of whatever drug he used on them. “It is a type of sedative that will keep all three of you from doing anything I don't want you to, especially running very far.” His fingers ran across her abdomen. Turns out this was the most violated she had ever felt, not before. Hana recoiled at his touch. Whoever this man was, would pay for the things he was doing right now. “I have three pretty little butterflies caught in my web.” Three. So it really was just the three of them. Where was everyone else?
Dread filled her as the man pulled away. His voice came from a further distance and she could only assume he was by Cassandra now. "We'll, you're a pretty one, aren't you?" It came closer. “You’re a rowdy one. It’ll be fun to break you.” He said to Hay Sun.

Hana was last. When the blindfold was ripped from her face, she began to see spots. The ligt was bright in comparison to the darkness of the fabric that had concealed her eyes for so long. She blinked twice, letting them adjust, before taking in their captor. Hana bit down on her lip, hard. Israfil. The Burning One had them. Now she knew where they were. This was a long way from London. “You three are going to be here a long time, Hana.” His hand slicked back his hair. "I suggest you get used to the everything going on," he motioned to her almost nude body and she shuddered. Israfil stepped back from them and grabbed onto a doorknob. What was on the other side of that door? “Your conditioning starts now.”

The door slid open and revealed both the women and men of the house, bathing. “Your audience awaits.” Their eyes shifted to the three women. Pleasant smiles crossed their faces as they took in the view.

Hana really was ready to vomit. Their hungry eyes roamed over their mostly naked forms and she felt sick to her stomach. This was incredibly messed up. What did he expect to do with them. Her blue eyes flicked back and forth between the faces of the bathers and Israfil. She was having a hard time concentrating and her words were beginning to slur. Whatever he injected them with, was starting to take affect. "Youuu... you cannn't key-pus here." She swallowed to try and clear her throat. "I don know what youuu expect frommm us, but it'sss not going to happ - happ - happen..." This was a nightmare. She glanced over at Hay Sun and Cassandra. They needed to get out of her fast. There was no way anyone could make her get naked and bathe with all of those strangers.

 

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---Date: Wednesday, October 16th, 2013 ---Day: 25 | 2/4 --- Interaction: --- City: Rome --- OOC: - - -​

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When Cassandra heard the laughter she was terrified, it helped keep her head pain back for just a few and she tried to listen to what was going on.​

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"You girls are too hilarious!”​

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The voice moved away and seemed to be whispering to either Hay Sun or Hana, but all she could make out was,​

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“All of you have been...It is a type of sedative...I don't want you to... running very far.... Pretty butterflies”​

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What the hell?​

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Cassandra felt the man take off her blindfold, and the light suddenly irritated her and her eyes watered, she wanted to scream but kept from it, "We'll, you're a pretty one, aren't you?"​

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Cassandra watched as the man took off Hay Sun and Hana's blindfolds, although the words he said to them disappeared from her ears. She had a freak out again, she was merinthophobic and her struggling only made it worse for her until she forced herself to stop.​

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“Your conditioning starts now. Your audience awaits.” ​

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She watched as an audience of people appeared in front of them and she shivered. She felt horribly uncomfortable, she wanted to tell them to look away but she knew they wouldn't oblige. Cassandra moved her head to get her hair in front of her, it was so long it would be able to cover her front and everything. But as soon as she tried she noticed it didn't move and she turned her eyes to see all her long hair gone.​

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Cassandra gritted her teeth to keep from crying about everything, her hair was something that gave her security, she hadn't cut it in years but she loved styling it and everything, it was just who she was, and they just chopped it off like it was nothing.​

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Then her head hurt again and she turned back to see all the people staring at them still and she shut her eyes tight. She didn't want to see them looking at her, she would rather block them out, she heard Hana speak, but her speech was slurred. That was when the words she didn't understand earlier made sense, they were drugged, that was wonderful.​

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Cassandra took a deep breath and kept her eyes closed as she spoke with a shaky voice, "P-please tell me this is just one big joke... p-please. It isn't my s-sense of humor... but I-I'd rather this be a j-joke... ma-maybe I am just- just sleeping..." Cassandra gritted her teeth as tears started pouring out, "A-at the m-motel.. or h-home..."​

 

Decimus Black​

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----- Day: 25 ----- Mood: Evil/Pleased ----- Location: Service House ----- Interaction: Hana, Hay Sun, Cassandra -----​

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"Youuu... you cannn't key-pus here." She swallowed to try and clear her throat. "I don know what youuu expect frommm us, but it'sss not going to happ - happ - happen..."

The drugs had clearly started taking affect. It made him smile. He moved closer to Hana and looked down at her.

“I can keep you as long as I wish. As long as you’re sedated and tied up you can’t really go anywhere on your own. I also doubt that anyone knows where you are.”

“P-please tell me this is just one big joke… p-please. It isn’t my s-sense of humor… but I-I’d rather this be a j-joke… ma-maybe I am just-just sleeping…” Tears started to streak the girl’s face. “A-at the m-motel… or h-home…”

His head turned in the direction of the one called Cassandra and he moved over to her location. He didn’t look down on her as he did Hana. Clearly this girl was scared out of her mind. Decimus’ hand filed a hankerchief from his jacket pocket and started dabbing the tears from the girl’s face.

“Don’t worry, no harm will come to you.” Fingers ran through her hair. “You have lovely purple hair.” A frown crossed his face and he took the hankerchief back. “But no, this is no joke. You are all trapped here, not at a hotel or at your house.” Israfil moved a few feet away and in the middle of the girls. “Be ready to lose the rest of your garments in time.” A scissor motion with his fingers showed his plan.

“You two, come here.” He motioned to people in the back of the room. “In an hour, restrain their arms horizontally so they do not lose too much blood to their arms and hands. But don’t forget to do the thing so they don’t try anything funny.” A banging on the head motion ensued.

“Yessir,” they replied.

Decimus nodded and proceeded to leave the room.

“I’ll see you three later.”

He closed the door and went to the office to talk to Vince.

“Make an announcement to the girls right away. At six o’clock we will be closing early to have a Masquerade for our new arrivals.”

“Right away.”

 

[/url]Another slash and the ghoul before the aristocrat was brought down by the blades of Alistair. With a smirk he took a few steps back in order to prepare to lunge again, but the sudden sound of footsteps instantly caught his attention and before he knew it two other strangers rushed into the fray wield a blade. Closing his eyes and letting out a sigh, Alistair merely shook his head "Oh my...looks like somebody is hoarding all the fun" Alistair said before opening his eyes once more.

The ghoul hoard was few in numbers and so cleaning the group of the streets was not a difficult nor time consuming feat. Thoughout the fight the mysterious blades that the two gentlemen wielded did catch his interest. Placing away the two knives he held, Alistair soon turned his attention to the group that now formed and closed his eyes with a charming smile "impressive fighting skills out there" Alistair said before pressing his hand on his chest before giving the group a slight bow "My name is Alistair Grey...pleasure to meet you all" Alistair said before raising himself and placed his hand in his pocket.

 

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Richard was practicing his entire set of moves. His parries, his advances, his retreats, his lunges, circles, everything he could think of. It was pretty standard training and he was starting to think he might just end up going to a gym or something and continue to keep himself in shape and not just through fencing. He was winding himself down when suddenly everything started to go all trippy. His vision blurred for a second and he wasn't entirely sure where he was for a brief moment until his senses returned to him. When it did though, he was startled by what he saw.

There was simply a man standing in front of him. Richard stared at him, like he was seeing someone he hadn't seen in a long time. Though he was almost positive the man before him, he had never met him before. This feeling of familiarity was slightly weirding Richard out, but his senses returned to his serious state when the man made his next move. The man pulled out a wand that transformed into a blade and got into an en garde pose. Richard, usually one to not give a shit about challenges, felt an irresistible urge to fight this man. Something that told him that he had to take him down. As such Richard matched it and the two began...sort of.

Richard began by advancing off the "line" and went right to the man before him and slowed down a bit when the man did nothing...at all. He just stood there still en garde. Richard quickly regained focus and lunged straight to the mans right side. The man simply parried the blade and waved his sword nonchalantly, giving the attack back to Richard. Richard, obviously, took advantage once more only to have his blade beat back by the man. The man effortlessly brought his blade down on Richard and he thought it was all over then. That was until the man was completely not there anymore. He started wondering what the hell just happened. That is until the man appeared before him and urged another challenge.

 

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There was a windy chill that seemed to blow through the throne room. Temeluchas sat proudly at his feet and he raked his long slender fingers through her thick brown hair. She shifted peculiarly under his touch and he couldn't help but take notice. "Something wrong my precious?" Temeluchas shook her head without saying anything. He narrowed his golden eyes at her, but didn't press the subject. A rustling came from the hallway and he rose to his feet, letting her hair fall back around her shoulders. The Dark Prince rubbed his hands together before flicking his wrist. The doors flung open and three bodies came shuffling in. The demon, Beelzebub, was dragging their prisoner into the room. His shackles looked as if they were barely clinging to his malnourished body. His wings were gone and his back bloody. There were gashes across his skin -- clear signs of lashings -- and bite marks riddled his arms.

The Morning Star pulled Temeluchas to her feet and gave an appreciative grin. She nodded her head before he dismissed her. "I believe it is time for you to finish your project." With a bow of her head, she exited the throne room, brushing past Danel as she went. He gave her a look and tapped his ring. She simply tossed her hair over her shoulder and kept on walking. "Is there something wrong with the two of you?"

"No my Liege. Nothing to worry about." Danel replied curtly.

"Good. Now as for this," he motioned to Jehoel and Beelzebub kicked him further into the room. Blood was beginning to stain the black marble tile floor and the angel fell on his face. "I see Temeluchas has been doing a quite thorough number on you. Are you ready to talk?"

Jehoel didn't say a word. He refused to lift his head and spat blood out of his mouth. It was as expected. They went through the same thing every day. However, now they had an advantage. Danel set a bowl down in front of the Guardian's face filled with water. It rippled and shimmered for a moment before an image came clear into view. Jehoel lifted his chin to get a better view and sucked air sharply. "What is this?"

"This, is our leverage. If you do not disclose the location of Leviathan's prison, then each of them will become just like those whores occupying the Second Circle. They could easily be freed of their torture. I'll even let you go, if you talk."

They all watched as one by one, Metatron, Uriel, and Xathanael were removed from their posts and stripped out of their remaining garments. They were pushed forward and forced into the water. Xathanael's movements seemed sluggish and slow. Metatron was wracked with sobs and Uriel received a blow to the back when she tried to resist. Jehoel flinched at the image. This was sick. "I can't. I won't tell you. Xathanael would understand."

"Ah, but would the other two? Do you think Metatron and Uriel would be pleased to find out that their freedom was taken away from them, simply because someone else refused to share a bit of information? I know you told The Hidden One where he is. If we can't get it out of you, then we will get it out of her. Plain and simple, but if she talks, and you don't, then you'll never leave here alive." He looked smug and triumphant.

"She will never tell you. Xathanael knows the risks. She won't tell you." he spat back.

"She will if the other two are in danger. Her heart is filled with too much compassion for her own good. In due time my Brother will be set free of his bondage. Danel," his gaze flicked to the Dark Angel, "You have been in contact with Metatron, correct?" He nodded. "Good. You know what to do then. Let's end this shall we?"

With that, Danel left in a swirling cloud of mist. Beelzebub yanked Jehoel to his feet and shoved him out of the thrown room. Lucifer returned to his seat, feeling more accomplished than he had in days. He folded his hands over his lap and watched the flickering images in the bowl of water. This was perfect.

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Lu left the throne room feeling unsettled. She took pride in the number she had done on Jehoel and the fact that Lucifer still seemed to be unaware of her actions towards Azrael, but something just seemed to be eating away at her. She walked briskly through the halls of the palace until she reached the room she was looking for. Her hands pressed against the cold metal of the double doors and they flew open, revealing a room much like those used for surgery.

Temeluchas stepped lightly into the room and came to a stop by one of the stainless steel tables. There were two. Each had a female body lying on them. They were breathing, but just barely. A crooked smile spread across her face and she knelt down on the floor. Her elbows rested on the edge of one of the tables and her fingers linked together. She set her chin atop her hands and gazed fondly at the blond in front of her. She could feel the life thriving from within the woman's womb and easily watched as life everywhere else was sucked from her body. She tilted her head to the side and wondered what it would be like. They were creating something wonderful and they didn't even know it. Lu put them in a sleeping trance to prolong their life. They were dying too rapidly. She had a feeling that the only thing still keeping Henrik's precious little wifey alive was the good angel in him. His true powers were dormant but beginning to take form slowly but surely. His Iris wouldn't last much longer, but she would make it further then the both of these.

Damn that Zadkiel! He was pathetic -- giving up after only two. He must not have wanted that fiance of his back that badly. Ridiculous. She would have to cut these babies out soon and find another source to breed the Nephilim. Three would not be good enough. It was a start, but not a satisfactory amount. She tapped her cheekbone in thought and reached out to brush the hair out of the blond's face. Three more days should do.

Lu rose to her feet and stuck her thumb in her mouth. She pricked it on one of her canine dripped the blood into the blond's mouth before moving to the black haired woman and doing the same. "Sleep my babies. Mommy will free you soon enough." She snapped her fingers and the lights in the room went out.

Now, to deal with the constant thorn in her side.

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BRANDON HARRISON:
///Day 25 (3/4)\\\///Wednesday October 16th 2013\\\///Location: UK (Outside Motel)\\\///Mood: White Suited Man!\\\

Brandon had indeed jumped into the fray alongside his crazy mexican compadre to assist the white suited man in the fight against the zombie people. Brandon wasn't really paying much attention to the other two as these undead freaks just started throwing themselves at Brandon. He simply swung his sword at them and lopped off parts of their bodies until they stopped moving. When he looked around he had noticed the other two had finished their respective piles as well. Brandon looked at the bodies with complete apathy towards them. Usually it would be pretty traumatic for someone to go around killing other people with a sword, but Brandon didn't really feel much towards them. He didn't quite consider them humans at all, in fact he saw them more as either obstacles or experience points towards his goal. Brandon thought his own thoughts on this were slightly fucked up but didn't really think anymore on that manner. He turned towards the white suited man who told them that they were impressive in a fight. This man seemed odd to say the least, but not like a psychopath or anything.

After the man introduced himself as Alistair, Brandon rested the blade on his shoulder and recalled what the girl with white hair had said before they left. That the magical angel compass dilly ma bobber was pointing towards an angel nearby. Brandon thought about this for a second before becoming the most blunt fallen angel in existence. "Nice to meet you too Alistair. I'm Brandon and these are people who I just sort of met. Anyway, you wouldn't happen to be an angel or something like that right?" This was truly the most competent display of verbal tiptoeing to the truth. If ever this group needed a diplomat then Brandon, by far, was probably tied for worst candidate for that position. Nevertheless he was feeling slightly impatient and just went with it.

 

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Bonnie creeped around the corner and peered into the kitchen. Ah. So that was where Adam had run off to. He was eating breakfast and talking to his grandfather's cat. ❝ You had your food, this is mine. ❞ The cat meowed again in return and walked up closer. Adam went to push the cat off the table and sent it flying a few feet. She had to suppress the desire to laugh. It hissed at him when it landed and she stepped out into the room. ❝ Sorry Rubbish I didn't mean to... push you that hard... ❞ he turned away from the cat and continued eating the pancake continuously looking back at the cat who now kept distance from him.

Bonnie walked over to the kitty - cat and scooped it up in one arm. She nuzzled her face into his fur and gave him a good scratch behind the ear. ❝ Are you okay you little thing? Adam didn't mean to hurt you, he's just becoming stronger than he realizes. ❞ She glanced over at him and grinned. ❝ I'm quite proud of how well you're doing in such a short time period. ❞ She set Rubbish down on the floor and glided over to the teenage boy at the table. Bonnie pulled his fork away from him and plopped the bite he was about to eat into her own mouth before setting the utensil down on his place. She chewed quickly and swallowed, then wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

❝ Would you like to start a little later today and do something else until the afternoon? Or, get back to the training as soon as you finish breakfast? I'm sorry if it seems like I've been pushing you really hard. I just want you to be the exceptional leader I know you can be. ❞ She gave him an encouraging smile and rubbed her thumb along his cheek bone.

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