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'Get your ass in gear you lazy shit.' This was annoying, no doubt. To have some sort of voice inside of his head now berating him for every little thing he didn't do. He had learned that he was apparently Maalik, Guardian of the Hellfire, (more from his box engraving and less from the actual leader person,) and had acquired his new blade, El-Harriss. Though Richard only was able to recognize it as the same blade that the mystery man, Michael Bishop, had used to defeat him so many times before. And as great as having a blade that could properly channel his flames was, he still didn't quite feel like doing much. He was just tagging along because he felt some odd sense of responsibility, probably from Maalik himself.

Richard sighed at what his angel overseer said and went on 'what is it? We're at the hotel now so what more do you want?' He wasn't sure why this so called guardian of hellfire was constantly berating him for not doing anything. Especially when there wasn't anything he could really be doing. Well not anything that everyone else couldn't handle anyway.

He could hear the annoyance in the angel's voice as he spoke, 'there are those possessed people literally crawling this entire place. Now then, somehow or another you are a decently competent fighter and can use your powers fairly well despite all your sloth. So I'm expecting you to return these creatures to where they belong.' Richard was actually pretty annoyed with everything that had gone on ever since he had met Maalik. The man was constantly scolding his laziness and making it much harder to sleep at any given moment. However Richard agreed and was granted peace and quiet in his own head. He went on a zombie slaughtering spree alongside the other fallen that were doing it until they finally found rooms. However because they were taking shifts, Maalik had basically forced, (not let him sleep otherwise) Richard into volunteering. This was going to be such a long journey.

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Brandon followed everyone into the hotel and went along with how amazing everything was. And by amazing he meant how awesome it was that the place was infested with those zombies. This made it easier for him to go and train some more, albeit he felt bad for not being able to help Jo out with this getting stronger thing right now, but that was what tomorrow was for. They eventually made their way through the onslaught of the undead, and found rooms. They were supposed to keep watch for the night, but Brandon didn't volunteer. He didn't want to get stronger at a faster rate than Jo, because then they wouldn't be the best together. He decided to crash in a room that one of the new comers, the really tired and bored looking one, went into. He was one of the ones who ended up taking a shift, but he ended up just looking annoyed instead of sleeping for the entire time. Brandon waved to the man, who didn't respond, and went off to bed.[/plain]

 

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Lu crossed her arms as Alistair wandered off. "By the way, I do love your hair." she sarcastically sneered to herself. Fucking douche. She rolled her eyes and walked briskly towards him, shielded by her Glamour. Temeluchas came to a stop directly in front of him and pulled the Angel of Death around the corner before revealing herself. "Did you enjoy yourself back there? Look at you Alistair -- playing hero. Tch." She growled lowly and opened a black misting portal for them. "I told you that I would need your help in three days. It's time." Lu pushed him through the swirling blackness until they reached the other side.

It opened to her room in the Obsidian Palace. The walls were black and barren. Black sheets were neatly tucked on a bed pushed against the north wall. Two sconces hung from the wall, one on each side of the bed, and green flames flickered within. There was one floor to ceiling window with thick dark purple drapes that blocked out any and all light, not that there was much in the deepest pits of Hell. A door on the opposite wall led to a large walk in closet, and second on the south wall exited out into the hall.

"You can sleep here tonight Pet. Starting first thing tomorrow, you will have work today. Maybe spending time back at home will help you reconnect with your powers rather than lounging around like a lazy fuck all day." Lu took a seat on the edge of the bed and stretched her legs out in front of her. "If you need me, I will be through that door and down the left corridor. There is a steel door at the end of the hall. Don't need me," she said before vanishing.

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By this point Shane was getting tired of seeing the 'zombies' everywhere unfortunately this wasn't a time for them to run away from the threat so they went hunting for any if them that were in the hotel. It took some time, but when that was finally over, they'd agreed to take shifts in case anything else happened during the night. Seeing this as a chance to actually do something instead of sit around, he volunteer if one of the shifts. During the time he waited, he allowed his mind to wander off, he would still be able to know when it was his shift so he would be letting anyone down. This was just his way to past the time.

 

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❖ DAY ⟡ 28 ⦙ 4/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Saturday ⦙ October 19 , 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ Carlisle [Hotel] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Samuel & Alistair ❖​

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❝ Alright then... ❞ Samuel lowered himself to let Hana get off of him and try to stand on her own two feet. She was honestly a little surprised by that. Hana stood shakily, barely manage to keep vertical. He pulled out his wand and it changed shape. ❝ We should go inside and check out the entire hotel for more of those annoying things. ❞​

More creatures seemed to make their way out of the building and the others appeared to deal with them swiftly. When they began their entry into the hotel, a hand caught her by the wrist and she almost toppled over. ❝ Man, just what exactly did you do to mess yourself up like this? ❞ Alistair said gently as he pulled out some sort of pouch.​

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Hana pressed her lips together and lifted the back of her hand to her forehead. ❝ I didn't do anything. It ... It happens every few hundred years or so... ❞ He placed the pouch in her hand. She looked down at it curiously.​

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❝ Here...mix this powder with water and drink it down...drink it or not...its up to you. ❞ Alistair said calmly as he smiled and turned away. He started to walk off. ❝ With that I shall now head off for a breather...by the way I do love your hair. ❞ Alistair said raising a hand in farewell as he walked outside.​

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She stared after him, squinting her eyes in the harsh evening light. What was his deal. Alistair Grey. ❝ All right, Doctor Grey. ❞ As much as the others distrusted him, he was known globally for his practice in medicine and he did have nice hair as well. ❝ I like yours too ... ❞ she mumbled to herself before following the others inside.​

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It took awhile for them to finish their sweeps and when they did, Hana couldn't have been more relieved. Climbing the staircase had been challenging at best. It took her much longer than needed to reach the second floor. When they were inside one of the rooms, they had decided upon guard duty and she stood in the bathroom holding the pouch filled with powder. Azrael probably helped him. Why though? It didn't really matter. Either this substance would help slow down her ailments, or she would die much faster. Either or seemed appealing at the moment.​

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She filled a cup with water and dumped the powder into it before drinking. It did not taste pleasant, but it was almost like she could instantly feel its soothing effects. Hana walked out into the room and collapsed on a bed. Joslyn was in the other bed and Hay Sun plopped down beside her. That seemed different, but she didn't argue. With Samuel and the others watching the doors, she felt like there was nothing to worry about and drifted off to sleep.​

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"Such a disappointment...hardly anything to take up of note...though I can hardly say this was a waste of time" Regulus spoke as he walked on with his hand on his chin. In general Regulus had willingly chosen to be captured and be paired up with his certain victim. It was hardly a joke that the police would actually be able to find him normally and in the end finding him only caused them madness. The prison that held the sickest criminals was now in a riot. A war was being waged and Regulus did enjoy it thoroughly. His bloody clothes were now exchanged with his more eccentric outfit and as he walked on he stared down at his hand and smirked "These powers...the more and more I use them the more they strengthen...just what possibilities await for me...." Regulus muttered as he entered the building he had prepared. Regulus had thought ahead and so this building that was cut off from the sight of the norm was what would be his safe haven for the night. With that Regulius rested his back on his bed and drifted off to sleep.

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❝ It's fine. That's what I get for being proud. I've seemed to have lost my touch, so my punishment wasn't all bad. I actually did something useful because of it. Here, give me your ankle. I can fix it. ❞​

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Her fixing his ankle was probably the greatest feeling he had in his life. The pain had almost completely disappeared as it fixed, and he only felt numbness on his ankle, "Thank you so much..."​

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Adam nodded and was helped up and then taken back to the bedroom. He felt more exhausted than the day before because of the mixture of pain and well... exhaustion. When they got to the room, Bonnie had kissed him, and then she left. He went over to his bed and layed down and went to close his eyes before he heard a distorted voice in his head and he responded before he passed out.​

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Although she was unsure if anyone had noticed, Cassandra had made her first kill. It was scary for her because she had no idea what she was doing and had killed on instinct because the creature... the thing, had just attacked her. She wasn't going to just drop dead, and in the end she didn't. But killing just felt... off for her. She didn't like it, but she knew she would be dong more of it.​

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Four of the men chose to guard, so Cassandra just chose to sit in the room and make sure Hana would be okay. Alistair earlier checked on Hana, complimented Hana's hair, and then left. It was the first time Cassandra really bothered to pay attention to Hana's hair, which of course she knew was red she wasn't colorblind, she just hadn't payed much attention to the detail. And it really was gorgeous hair.
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The craving of blood consumed the possessed as they walked about Carlisle. The humanity was gone, but this one demon was still at the head of the pack. It was the shell of the human once known as Alana, but was now just the head pawn of a group of pawns.

All of them were hungry, and had been wandering the area in search for prey for the longest time. No one was left in easy catch, especially in Carlisle, but Alana would not leave yet. She was told not to.

It was around 4 am when they all stopped together at one joyous thing: there was a smell in the air of fresh meat in the area. They all rushed quickly in pursuit of such a meal. They found themselves in front of a hotel, and a few straying on their own that were going inside for their chance at it.

Alana licked her lips but refrained from going in herself. Instead, she twitched her head and allowed her numbers to go in and collect. This would be a good time for them all. Who knew how many bodies would be in there for them to sink their teeth into.

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Richard had done his shift with nothing but the noise of whatever these beings were to keep him company. It was an exceedingly boring night to say the least, but after his shift had ended Maalik didn't say a word for the rest of the night. Silver linings an all. He had been able to sleep through most anything that was happening and probably would've slept much longer than he actually did if not for someone waking him up. 'Time to get your lazy ass out of bed, there's something going on outside.' Richard groaned at this. It was extremely hard to ignore a voice inside his head, so he ended up getting out of bed rather reluctantly.

'So what's the big emergency?'

'Can't say for sure, but based on what that man said I'm going to guess more of the possessed are here and roaming around.'

Richard was slightly confused by this seeing as he had no idea who "that man" was that was being reffered to, seeing as there were five other males here besides Richard, but he didn't really follow up on that point. 'Fine, guess I'll take them on then.' There was no response from Maalik on this, which meant that Richard was in the clear for now, well so long as he actually fought the possessed. Walking out of the room he drew El-Harriss and got ready to fight the possessed folk. He was ready to go in and fight when he noticed some rather energetic boy run in there, lightning crackling off his blade going into the fight as well. Richard ignited his saber and went into slash through the zombies as well.

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Brandon woke up that morning fully rested and ready to go. He heard the man, one of the new comers, say something about having company. That was certainly exciting news to the young lightning angel boy. Though normally he didn't want to so he didn't speed up faster than his training partner, this was an entirely different situation. The zombies were attacking them all while they were sleeping and probably in massive waves and not some sort of scarce number thing like before. This meant that the more people fighting them the better. He watched as one of the newcomers, the bored looking one, get up out of bed rather disgruntled and made his sword and walk out of the room. He was probably going out there to fight the zombies too which meant the fighting was probably already starting. Brandon grabbed his tennis racket and put it on his pack. He then drew Vis Vis and coated it in lightning, running out there to go on some zombie slaying action adventure.​

 

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It was taking too long, the ones that waited outside were hissing in impatience, and wanted their meal already. Alana scanned the area to see if there were any runaways from the inside, but it appeared not.

Suddenly, a loud noise was heard from the inside, that caught all of their attentions. The head pawn commanded as many as she could to stop from running in, but more had run in then she had wanted. They all liked hunting prey, even if it fought back.

Alana released a grin as a second swarm of about 23 ran inside.

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Richard looked back to see that more of the possessed ones were coming at them. Great. Under normal circumstances...Richard wouldn't even be fighting them but regardless of that under normal circumstances Richard would be able to lop them with much greater ease, if not for the fact that his right hand was burned. He did feel it getting better an abnormally fast rate, but it still wasn't good enough to have it repaired over the span of two days. As such his fighting was crippled and he was forced to use El-Harriss in his left hand instead. It just made fighting these undead freaks harder. Thankfully he still had use of his flames which could compensate for it but in the case of unrelenting numbers it probably wouldn't end well. Not to mention his ears were ringing a bit from whatever the hell just happened earlier. Regardless with his ignited blade he was about to fight the next wave when suddenly a voice rang in his head. 'Yo, it's not all black and white with these powers. Try thinking of something better with your flames if you didn't have sword to coat in flames.'

Richard was slightly intrigued by this statement. A way to use these flames differently other than just coating his sword. That was when an idea came to Richard on how to effectively deal with this swarm. He rushed in and turned his flame into mist. Firing off a massive wave of mist at the zombies, it blanketed a good number and then Richard struck. He condescend and converted his white mist into flames causing the unfortunate zombies to burst into white hellfire.

 

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Brandon was busy taking all dem zombie freaks out with his lightning sword, Vis Vis, alongside his two newcomer friends. Well, alongside wasn't quite the right word, but they were fighting and he was fighting and it was all great fun. As he slew the last one that was engaging him he heard a loud banging noise resound through the area. He yelped at the noise and just stood there, trying to regain his hearing. When it finally came back he noticed more of the zombies coming towards him. That wasn't all that good at all. He needed to wreck them out of here so that all the others wouldn't get hurt with this advance of zombies. He was about to charge in when noticed one of the newcomers erupting some of them into white fire stuff. While it looked awesome, Brandon thought to himself that it probably was likely to get him killed if he charged recklessly in there. So instead he got creative with range play. Using raw lightning bolts would probably be a bit training for the boy so he went to try out his new technique.

Transforming Vis Vis back into a wrist band, Brandon pulled his tennis ball out of his pocket and drew his Tennis Racket. He charged the tennis ball up negative and threw it in front of him. Then he charged his angel racket with positive and it caused the ball to be drawn to the racket. Brandon then swung at the ball as it was returning, swapping the rackets charge to negative upon impact. With this he performed his Ignite Serve, a serve that causes the ball to fly forward at an outstanding velocity. With it bashing into a skull of a zombie, Brandon changed the charge on his racket back to positive and pulled the ball back to him, repeating the process on more zombies.

 

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Richard continued to fight against these possessed with his hellfire mist flame condensation technique their numbers continued to dwindle as he noticed what appeared to be an electrified tennis ball speeding into these possessed. Well that was certainly different. Richard's attention turned to three possessed charging him at once and as such he went back to igniting his saber with white hellfire. One of them had sped past the other two and dove forwards at Richard. He parried the possessed's head with his hellfire blade, causing it to die and go flying backwards. With the two others charging they made it to him at the same time. They looked poised to attack, and seeing as Richard had just done his, he did what any fencer would do after losing the attack.

He quickly retreated backwards avoiding the possessed's attacks. Doing this made them miss their attacks which prompted Richard to lunge at it. With the lunge he impaled the possessed and had the other one poised to attack him. He simply made a wave of mist shoot from his body and push the possessed back. Once covered in the mist Richard ignited it leaving the possessed to burn away.

 

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 29 1/4 | DATE: October 20th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Carlisle, England

Sam was woken up by the sound of Heinrik telling them that there was company. A groggily got out of the room he was in and drew his weapon. There were bags under his eyes, though that matter very little to him at the moment. The prospect of killing more zombies was titillating. A whole swarm of them had appeared, which was wholly welcomed by the suddenly re-vitalized man. "Let's have fu~n!" He made a mad dash towards the crowd with sword in hand.

Chunks of meat fell, blood splattered, and cries were heard as Sam went crazy chopping up the zombies before him. It didn't matter to him that he was outnumbered, so long as they would line up, he'd be happy to cut them all down. However, he did try to hold back, since his powers were flame based. It would be bad news if the whole place caught on fire. That wouldn't be fun to deal with at all, so he held off on using fire until he could get outside. Even so, his sword was more than enough to deal with these damned things.

 

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Cassandra heard Henrik earlier screaming about the Zombies again. She didn't run out there, she figured she would be useless anyway. She figured it'd be best if she just stayed and made sure Hana was okay. But there was a loud sound that came from the hallway that she chose to poke her head out and investigate.​

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Cassandra pulled out Hasah and it transformed at her will. She stood more to the back while the others ran in towards the attack. She got the others coming from the other side of the hallway, but she was clearly the weakest one of them all. At one point she stumbled back and just kept in a defense. Go for the neck.​

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Brandon watched as the fighting continued to take place. Despite all his ignite serves, they still kept coming back for more. Also they were starting to turn their attention to him, which caused him stop serving. That technique only really worked on an enemy when they weren't in your face and in great numbers. With five or so of the zombies chasing him he started running away as fast humanly/angely possible. He knew that he wouldn't be able to outrun them so he did the next best thing. Try to get into a place that he could benefit from. He started running down the hall when suddenly two more tried to cut him off. As such Brandon simply bust down a door to a vacant room, and jumped in there.

Unfortunately for the zombies they had to funnel through the doorway before they could reach their meal. Brandon was able to use this to his advantage and used his Ignite Serve on three more of them, until they stopped trying to go through the door. Then they started breaking down the walls and Brandon quickly switched up his attack strategy to lightning swording the s out of them. He managed to slice two of them before they made it through the walls they made and was forced to fight the other two head on. They just bull charged though, so Brandon was able to dodge one and the other in half in the middle of the dodge. With one left Brandon just threw his sword, impaling the zombie, before pulling it out and going on his merry way.

 

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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 29 1/4 | DATE: October 20th, 2013 [Sunday] | LOCATION: Hotel in Carlisle, England

After he was done with the ones he saw in the hallway, he went out to find more of them. Along the way, he found the kid dealing with a few of those zombies, with a tennis ball and racket no less. Even so, he seemed to have things under control, so he left them to the kid. Meanwhile, he ran outside of the hotel where there were even more of them. A twisted grin crawled across Sam's face. "Jackpot."

Flames coated his blade as he ran towards the group outside. "Now I can really cut loose!" One by one, he cut them down as they got close to him. This feeling, this excitement, it was simply outstanding. As more came at him, he dug the tip of his flaming sword into the ground and drove it upwards at the zombies. The damned things could do nothing but burst into flame the moment the blade made contact with them. Sam popped his neck from side to side as he eagerly waited for more of them to come at him.

 

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Hearing Henrick call out for them didn't leave much of a good feeling with Shane. It was pretty clear what was going on, so he made his way out the room with his sword in tow and was greeted by some of the others fighting the zombies outside. Well he did want some way to stronger and this would work. So he went ahead and took out the closer zombie near him before moving away from the door. The numbers around them were in a large quantity, but there were enough of them to take care of them. So long as none of them got careless.​

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Eventually more and more zombies were slayed by his blade and Shane kept up his focus on the task at hand. Right now he was more focused on the ones in front of him, not so much the ones around him. For the moment it didn't seem to be a problem, but that might change. As another one lunged towards him, he adjusted his footing to that he would move past him, which help in given his sight of the other ones around him.​