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Richard's attack had almost worked completely fine, except he wasn't expecting the man to actually grab the sword of his. A move like that was pretty unorthodox, he had to admit, which only made him think more that this guy was actually a determined fighter. Which could only mean that whatever that Hana girl had said might've been just true enough, and just important enough to have this man fighting in such a determined way. He was pretty sure he had gotten everything he needed out of the fight, but a fight didn't end until one side yielded, and he knew he couldn't let his guard down for a second against this man.

The man seemed to try and create some distance between them, which was actually quite a decent strategy considering that if he stayed there only more bad things would happen. Knowing his opponent couldn't beat him in a sword fight, Richard went in there for the finishing blow. He saw the man try to come back at him with his sword and he figured anything that he sent at him he could parry away. However what he was not expecting, was the man to have the same kind of power as him. Red flames started coming out of the blade that was going towards Richard and he had to react fast. This, unlike what he did, was a surge and not just a coat of flames around the blade, so no simple parry would be able to stop it. Instead he went to intercept the attack, pouring out as much flames of his own into the blade, and countered the man's flames. However he clearly wasn't fast enough to completely neutralize it though. The remaining flames covered his arm and started to burn on it. Reacting to the pain of the burn, Richard dropped his blade for his arm would not permit him to wield it. His arm still on fire he had to think of what to do, when suddenly white mist started pouring out his arm and through the flames until they extinguished. Noticing that he couldn't move his arm around that well he extended his not burned arm out to shake hands with the man.

 

Noises sounded outside as hordes gathered. The dark angels dropped to the ground and Harbonah cracked her fingers high over her head. It had been quite some time since she last did anything like this. They both stepped back and blackness swirled like a funnel cloud out of her hands. When she sent the large whorling cloud at the building, all went silent for a moment. Then, the walls began to break and the ceiling started to fall. Flames burst in every direction. Debris exploded into plumes of dust. The possessed mortals surged forward. A wicked smile spread on both of the Dark Angels' lips and they disappeared into the blackness.​

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It seemed that once again fate was playing a cruel trick on them. With the building they were in starting to collaspe around them and more of there's zombie like things coming towards them. Clearly now was a good time to run. Which was exactly what he did, he quickly ran out if the collapsing building and kept an eye out for the others.

 

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[/url] Watching the others squirm around trying their best to figure out how to communicate with each other was quite amusing and though he could have solved this issue with no problem at all, Alistiar merely stood back and watched the struggle like the asshole he really was. Before he knew it things began to spice up a bit and a fight occurred. It was then that he really noticed how much he enjoyed hanging around with this group.

Oh how interesting it was to watch, but then then stuff occurred and Alistair knew exactly who do blame when it came to ruining the fun. "well now...I'd say this party is over" Alistair said. As much as he loved to stay back and fight them off he knew this wasn't the brightest idea. With that over Alistair merely made his way out and away from the threat.

 

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 27 - 3/4 | DATE: October 18th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Abandoned warehouse in Kristiansand, Norway

The strangers arm caught on fire from his attack, though it was quickly extinguished by the white flames he controlled. He extended his arm out to shake his hand, which Sam would've been happy to return had it not been for the sudden appearance of zombies. On top of that, the warehouse had begun to collapse. "Oh, you think this'll stop us? As if!!" His blade caught on fire once more and he ran towards them, slashing wildly at each and every one of them to cut a path through them. "Move out of the way you stupid motherfuckers!!" He didn't stop slicing and dicing until he made it out of there.

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 27 - 3/4 | DATE: October 18th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Abandoned warehouse in Kristiansand, Norway

She was worried that the stranger was hurt, but she was glad that he seemed to be fine. However, the sudden appearance of zombies replaced those worries in an instant. Sam, not one to be caught up by this, surged through the horde of on coming zombies, cutting a path through them. Joslyn, not wanting to die, followed behind Sam. It was horrible to see these things get cut up, but it was all to survive. And survive was something that she had to do, for Hana. She continued moving her legs until they got out of that building.

 

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After attempting to shake hands with the man whom he had just fought something strange began to happen. Everything just went completely to shit out of nowhere. All of a sudden the walls were eroding, crumbling exploding and fire was just everywhere. What was with all the goddamn fire. All of the s that was falling down ended up exploding into to dust and worst of all, there seemed to be some sort of zombie like creatures that appeared out of nowhere. Well that was different compared to your average building going to hell scenario. He looked at everyone and they all thought the same thing. Which was to run their asses out of there. Not really paying any attention to his surroundings he made a bolt for out of the warehouse and started running away from those odd possesed creatures. After all, even with his new found fire powers, he didn't entirely want to go and fight an entire horde of possesed human beings.

 

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Richard had noticed the not foreign man come in with a car. Well that was certainly interesting. Not to mention the man screamed in some foreign, yet strangely recognizable (no need to thank me) language to get in his car. Well that sounded about as safe as...well it sounded safer than getting mauled to death by a pack of demonic looking people. With much haste Richard made his way into a car that could only be described as an SUV and no more detail could be given. He ended up sitting down and cramming into the vehicle with everyone else and in no time they were off and away from the zombie people. Now despite the fact that they had just been saved by this stranger...he was still a stranger. "Så, hvem er du i?" ("So, who exactly are you?")

 

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The gang had eventually touched down back in the UK, but because London was "too much of a zombie infested hellhole" they couldn't stay there. While they were going to Northampton Brandon felt like there was something directly important to Xana that he knew, but just couldn't remember what it was. Well clearly it couldn't be that important if he couldn't just remember it on spot. At the inn, Brandon went to his designated room but quickly decided against staying there. He knew what was going to happen if he stayed in the room by himself and that was simply he was going to get bored from having nothing to do at all.

He walked away from his room, bouncing his tennis ball along, giving off a tad bit of electricity to it with each bounce, and saw the rest of the gang just chilling. Looked like Lion and Soleil were having some sort of sibling bickering going while Xana was on the phone with someone. And based off the conversation it sounded like they were off recruiting more for there Anti-Satan/Super Badass Angel squad. After Xana finished on the phone he just sort of looked and said to no one in particular, "so, anyone want to train or something? I feel like I'm getting a tad restless here."

 

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Friday, October 18th, 2013 | Day 27: 4/4 | Music | Location: --- | ooc:​

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Adam had passed out for quite a while after his inner conversation with Semyaza, but he was interrupted when jumped on his stomach. He opened his eyes and looked to see Rubbish staring him directly in the face and purring, then he meowed and Adam groaned and pushed the cat off of him and climbed out of bed.​

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He went into the kitchen and opened up a can of cat food and placed it in front of Rubbish who went straight to devouring it. He just sat there next to the cat, watching him eat. It was just a form of entertainment really, and it made him start to miss having a cat.​

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Adam then went over to the sink and got himself a glass of water and chugged it down before pouring himself a second one, that he finished halfway. Then he filled it up to the top and took it with him back to his room, and put it on his bedside table, took a couple more sips of water. Then realized how silent it was there and looked around, was Bonnie around? He didn't know. He was too tired to really care that much though. He layed back down on the bed and passed out for the rest of the night.​

 

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After effectively training with no one at all in the slightest for the entirety of the day, Brandon went back to his room to start his journey to the realm known as sleep. He started bouncing his tennis ball all around, every which way until he finally had enough of just bouncing the ball around. What he needed to do was find some way to use his power. He was the archangel of lightning after all, and he did want to dive into these lightning powers as fast as possible. Though so far all he'd bothered to do was use it to electrify his tennis ball and other objects around him. Though he couldn't do something as overt as firing a lightning bolt inside a hotel. That'd be really bad for every party. So instead he go to thinking about his powers.

After not really thinking too hard on it he thought of something new to do with his powers. He electrified his hand and the tennis ball and threw it, not really hard or anything. However the ball did end up going way farther than it should've. Then, when the electricity on his hand seemed to shift in some way, the ball started gravitating towards his hand. This was awesome. He was wondering how awesome it'd be to incorporate something like this in tennis. And combat furthermore. After doing this trick a few more times he felt a bit fatigued and decided to call it a night, going to bed an all.

 

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Richard wasn't entirely thrilled with the answer the man gave him. Really, this whole scenario felt like some sort of cliched action movie scene with that guy trying to be the cliche action hero. Regardless they were all safe from the zombies so he wouldn't externally complain about really...anything to the man. Not to mention it would've been a bother to do so anyway. After a good deal of driving the motley crew, that he was now apparently a part of, ended up at some random plane. He was under the assumption that either a) it belonged to one of them or b) they were just stealing some random persons plane. Regardless of what the truth actually was, Richard just walked into the plane, sat down and did what he did best. Nothing and sleeping.

 

W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ SIGH ✖ DAY 27 ※ 4/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/18/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ NORTHAMPTON, ENGLAND
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Hay Sun spent the day forcibly cooped up in her room while Jun Tae went out and did Jun Tae-things, where he was gone for several hours. When he had come back with bloodstains on his clothing, well, she decided not to ask.

Tomorrow, he told her, she could remove her bandages and start walking around, and she couldn't wait because it meant some good training to get back on her feet and challenge him. Before, she had never thought about how bad it would be having him around constantly as he was now, but it was probably a lot better in her imagination than this. He was such an asshole.

At least he didn't snore in his sleep. Whatever he had left the hotel to do that day must've worn him out because she watched him go into the shower, come out dressed in night clothes, check his phone for about twenty minutes, and then called it a night. He was a night owl, unlike her, but . . . It was weird, seeing such a douche sleep so peacefully, especially when that douche was a mega-douche and was her brother.

She didn't know when things had become so shitty between them, but she hoped this whole 'save the world' gig would help them out. Not that she'd ever admit it.

Slipping under the covers herself, Hay Sun yawned, and then closed her eyes.​

 

As the group returned to the plane, Shane followed behind everyone on board it. When that was done, he found himself a seat, sat down and fell asleep right there after a few moments of trying to get himself comfortable.

 

For the ride, Alistair merely remained silent as they moved on and merely answered any questions that needed to be said. He had a blast, but he began to wonder just how long it would be till that fun came to an end. Though he was travelling with them he couldn't necessarily say they were allies at the moment. For now his interest and the group's interest aligned with each other. Betrayal was so tasteless and merely ditching them seemed dull. For now he would merely travel along with them.

Soon enough the group reached their destination and once everybody got on board the jet was soon off, heading to their next destination. Once in the jet they all had the time to take the rest they wished and right now Alistair merely stared out the window with a smile. His thoughts still held onto the morning and what had occurred and it brought a smile to his face as he rolled up his sleeve and stared at his arm. Narrowing his eyes, blades immediately began to pierce through the flesh of his arms and made itself known to the outside world. With a chuckle the blade returned to his arm and he soon drifted off to sleep.

 

Hana had denied Brandon's request to train. By the time Sam had hung the phone up ever so rudely on her, her head was pounding. She went to lie down for awhile in the room she was sharing with Cassandra. It only helped a little bit. Her nerves were high and she couldn't sleep for long. After a few hours she returned to the room shared between the siblings and spoke with them briefly. As she was about to leave Jun Tae's phone rang. He looked displeased before handing it over to her. Hana took the call out into the hall.

Spoiler

"Red?"

"What?" she snapped.

Sam sighed. "Well... I got some good news and some bad news..."

"You have more bad news?"

"Unfortunately," he paused, "Do you want to hear the good news first?"

"Might as well."

"Good news is that I convinced that guy we couldn't talk to to come with us. And that other guy who I thought we messed up with is here with us now."

"You convinced him? Last I checked, I was the one that talked to him. And the bad news?"

"Alright, fine. I beat him. Anyways... the bad news is that the cop... got killed..."

" ... What? "

"After I finished talking to that guy... we were surrounded by these zombies... and the warehouse we were at caught on fire..." he paused again, "Well... long story short... he didn't make it out."

"Did you do it Samuel?"

"No. It wasn't me this time around. If anything, I'm willing to bet that Chicken Wings or that Bandaged up bitch had something to do with this."

"These creatures don't really seem like them though. Danel is the Angel of Judgement and Temeluchas is the Angel of Torment. These hordes of possessed people don't fit their M.O."

"Well, I'm sure there's someone who fits the bill. Any idea who?"

"Not right now. You're sure Zadkiel is dead? He didn't just, get stuck somewhere or something?"

"Those possessed people swarmed in and the whole building collapsed. I doubt anyone could survive that. Not even an angel."

Hana was silent for a long time before speaking again. "Are you ... are you okay?"

"We're fine, for the most part. We are all heading for the airport right now, so we'll try to get there as soon as we can..."

"London is even more infested then it was before. They don't even have anyone at the airports anymore. Landing might be difficult. We're in Northampton now at a hotel."

"Thanks for the heads up. I'll let everyone know. I think it'll be good for me to have more of those damned things to cut down. I've been needing an outlet."

"Don't do anything too stupid and get here quickly."

"Right. And..." Sam paused, "Sorry... that I had to tell you that..."

"It's fine. I'm going to bed. I've had a constant headache all day and it doesn't seem to want to go away."

"Fine. You get your rest. Bye."

"Good night."

Hana hung up the phone before bringing it back into the room. "They're on their way here." she told them before leaving. She walked slowly back to her own room. Her head was pounding. Hana clutched her head and stumbled her way back to the room. What was going on? She had had migraines before from her powers, but not like this. Soulless ginger. What? She bit down onto her lip and pushed the door open. Hana could barely make it to her bed before collapsing.

 

Samuel Riviera
DAY: 27 - 4/4 | DATE: October 18th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Henrik's SUV ==> Alistair's Private Jet en route to England

That Heinrik guy showed up with his SUV just in the nick of time. With zombies on their asses, everybody hustled into the car and they peeled out of there. Now it seems that they were heading to the airport, and that guy still insisted on translating things to Spanish. Prick. They all got out of that scrape alive, that was good. He looked over the group and made a head count to be absolutely sure. All of them were the- Wait a minute... Sam double checked to make sure he counted correctly. Sure enough, they were one head short. Where the hell was the cop? "Ah shit, don't tell me..."

"Wha-what is it?" The pale girl questioned.

"Did anybody see the cop get out of there?" It was silent after that. He wasn't in the car and no one saw him get out of there. That could mean only one thing: The cop died back there. "Son of a bitch!" They had lost someone else. This was seriously starting to piss him off, things seemed to always go wrong around them.

He pulled out Red's phone and looked at it for a while. Since she had Jun Tae's phone with her, he could contact her whenever he wanted to. Although, she did seem a little pissed the last time she called. Well, even if she was still mad, he had to tell her that the cop died. After thinking it over, he called his phone and spoke when she picked up.

Spoiler: Phone Call

"Red?"

"What?" She snapped at him. Just as he expected, she was still mad.

He let out a sigh. It was jarring having to tell her this. "Well... I got some good news and some bad news..."

"You have more bad news?"

"Unfortunately." Sam paused for a little bit. "Do you want to hear the good news first?"

"Might as well."

"Good news is that I convinced that guy we couldn't talk to to come with us. And that other guy who I thought we messed up with is here with us now."

"You convinced him? Last I checked, I was the one that talked to him. And the bad news?"

"Alright, fine. I beat him. Anyways... the bad news is that the cop... got killed..."

" ... What? "

"After I finished talking to that guy... we were surrounded by these zombies... and the warehouse we were at caught on fire..." He paused again. "Well... long story short... he didn't make it out."

"Did you do it Samuel?"

"No. It wasn't me this time around. If anything, I'm willing to bet that Chicken Wings or that Bandaged up bitch had something to do with this."

"These creatures don't really seem like them though. Danel is the Angel of Judgement and Temeluchas is the Angel of Torment. These hordes of possessed people don't fit their M.O."

"Well, I'm sure there's someone who fits the bill. Any idea who?"

"Not right now. You're sure Zadkiel is dead? He didn't just, get stuck somewhere or something?"

"Those possessed people swarmed in and the whole building collapsed. I doubt anyone could survive that. Not even an angel."

There was a long silence before she spoke again. "Are you ... are you okay?"

"We're fine, for the most part. We are all heading for the airport right now, so we'll try to get there as soon as we can..."

"London is even more infested then it was before. They don't even have anyone at the airports anymore. Landing might be difficult. We're in Northampton now at a hotel."

"Thanks for the heads up. I'll let everyone know. I think it'll be good for me to have more of those damned things to cut down. I've been needing an outlet."

"Don't do anything too stupid and get here quickly."

"Right. And..." Sam paused again, having this conversation was definitely not something he expected. "Sorry... that I had to tell you that..."

"It's fine. I'm going to bed. I've had a constant headache all day and it doesn't seem to want to go away."

"Fine. You get your rest. Bye."

"Good night." He hung up the phone after that.

After that, he told everyone that there were even more of those zombie things in England now and that they were staying in a hotel in Northampton. When he finished talking, he just kept staring out the window.

They were finally at the airport where Alistair's private jet was kept. He got on it and took a seat without a word. All he really did was fiddle with Red's phone. It wasn't even on, he just physically played around with that phone. Regrouping with them would definitely be a good idea, though it wouldn't be a happy reunion. He fell asleep in the plane.

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Joslyn Taylor Jones
DAY: 27 - 4/4 | DATE: October 18th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Alistair's Private Jet en route to England

Joslyn fell asleep on the jet when they got there because tiredness and I'm feeling pretty lazy right now and it's passed midnight... Yeaaaaaahhh~

 

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Saturday, October 19th, 2013​

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 28 - 1/4 | DATE: October 19th, 2013 [Saturday] | LOCATION: Alistair's Private Jet ==> Hotel in Northampton, England

Sam didn't get too much sleep on the plane before it landed in England. Surprisingly, and fortunately, there weren't too many of those zombie things around. Not wanting to stick around any longer than they needed to, Sam pushed for everybody to get into the car that was waiting for them and got the hell out of there. The faster they got out of there, the faster they could get back together with everyone. Although, Sam wasn't too pleased with the idea that they would be traveling around with that asshole know-it-all in their group. He'd probably need more outlets for his rage with him around. This is gonna be fun~

After getting to Northampton, they followed the compass to the hotel that the others were staying in. Sam stretched out a bit after stepping out of the limo. It might take them a while to find the others since Red neglected to mention room numbers. Whatever, they'd find them soon enough, so with the pale girl leading the way, they used the compass to see where it would lead them. After going passed several doors, they eventually got to three doors where the needle rapidly jumped between them. It was safe to say that this is where the others were cooped up. Now the issue was who was in which room.

"So... Wh-which one do we knock on first?"

"Beats me." As soon he said that, he started to knock on one of the doors.

"I ho... I hope that this is the room Hana is in."

"Me too. I'm not in the mood to deal with that asshole right now." He pulled Red's phone out. "Besides, I need to return something to her." He stood in front of the door, waiting for whoever was on the other side.

 

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Brandon woke up in his bed and realized that there still wasn't much of a plan to go on. Without their angel compass the group didn't really have any direction to go in. So really all they had been doing was buying time and trying to not to get killed or something, until the original gang of angels he was with returned. Brandon didn't feel like leaving his room at all though, since it was really early morning and he'd probably be tempted to go on an idea of trying to murder some zombies elsewhere by himself. So he just grabbed his tennis racket and started playing around with it. Remembering the night before he tried to do more of that awesome electrical lightning things he did. He started electrifying the ball and tossing it all around while moving his hand around as well. The ball seemed to continuously gravitate towards his hand, but kept missing because he kept moving it. It was really amusing to the boy and made him slightly think he had psychic powers, only he knew what the power actually was.

Eventually there was a knocking sound coming from his door, so he decided to go check it out. Probably Xana telling them to move out now or something and try to relocate again so they don't all die. However he was rather surprised by what he saw when he opened the door. He looked at the burly mexican figure and the frail looking white haired girl and a bright smile went on his face. "Compadre, Jo! Man it's been awhile, well like three or four days or something. Man how you guys been? What've you been up to? Why did you knock on my door?" He said the last question with a bit of confusion in his voice, not really sure of why he'd be the first one they go to.