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Spoiler: Arbitrary Training Post #4, The End of the Beginning

Sal opened his eyes to see that he was once again in the dream world of his. Same blue sky, same white clouds, same water like ground. He had remembered that last time he was here Zachariel had talked about how there were three auras he had to acquire. Seeing as he had already acquired both Sun and Earth, he was positive that the next one was going to be healing. Well that was certainly going to be a fun one to have. Then again, thinking about all the healing he had been through already...well it was certainly going to be a power he'd have to get used to. Sal's thoughts were interrupted by the usual color shift to mean that it was battle time.

Spoiler: Round 1

Sal continued to stand there until he saw a wisp of darkness plume out of the water ground as per the norm. The beast, however, was not in anyway a normal thing to fight. It looked pretty thin and was swaying back and forth. Sal wasn't entirely sure how this thing would work as opposed to the others so far. The first beast he fought was strong and the second one he fought was fast. So what exactly could this one be. Unlike all the others who charged at him to begin the round, though, this one simply shambled towards him.

Sal kind of didn't know what to do. He was expecting some sort of gimmick to this odd mess of an enemy who didn't seem in the least bit threatening. So Sal only really had one choice as to what he should do. He walked towards the shambler, cautiously and slowly and but eventually stopped. Sal continued to watch the shambler make its way towards him and until the distance between them was significantly less.

Sal really had no idea how to respond to this thing until it finally got close enough to his to do physical attacks. It brought up its arm, albeit with what looked like significant effort, and brought it down on Sal. With the attack connected....absolutely nothing happened. It was kind of pitiful actually. Sal brought up his fist and punched the shambler flew back and dissipated. Well that was...different.

Spoiler: Round 2

Sal was pretty confused as to what he had just fought. That had to be, easily, the weakest of three enemies types he had fought so far. Simply because it did...nothing. The wisps started to come back and Sal looked at the shambler once more. He didn't know how this was supposed to help him any. Was it just like, an off period? Regardless he stepped over to approach the shambler. This thing was certainly going to be the easiest thing Sal had fought up to this point. He got ready to take the thing out and closed the distance between him and the shambler.

The shambler was different, though, this time. As Sal approached it, He noticed something different about its body structure. There were points on the wispy body that seemed to be...bulging? Sal slowed his pace down as he got close to the shambler. He then immediately felt pain in his cheek and didn't really get why until he noticed something in his peripheral. There was a black spike that had scratched his face right next to him. He looked down and noticed there was that spike protruding from the shambler. Three more came out of it, one for each limb, and shot at Sal. He instinctively dodged two of them, but his leg got nicked by the fourth one.

He started to back off from the thing seeing the spike recede back into his wispy body. Sal ran in trying to get in as fast as possible, but the four spikes shot out in an instant at him. He was able to dodge three again, but this time the fourth one had stabbed through his leg. To counter this, he uppercut the shambler killing it instantly before it could go for another attack.

Spoiler: Round 3

Sal was now positive that this was going to prove to be the most difficult of three enemy types he's fought so far. The thing was quite different in terms of how it fought simply because it stabbed him as opposed to punching him. He could only imagine how things were going to escalate in further rounds. Zachariel was a mean one, that she was. Sal saw the wisps meaning it was time to go and fight this enemy once more. Round three was bound to be more interesting than any of the other rounds so far, that was for sure.

The shambler started to do its shambling thing and move towards Sal. Sal had no idea what was going to be different about the thing this time, though if he had to imagine, he'd say it was going to have more spikes than before. That was going to be a problem. Sal continued to keep his distance until he felt loose enough that he was confident in his ability to dodge the spikes from the shambler. As such he started his run towards it.

Upon moving towards the shambler, he was met with a response of four spikes being shot at him. Knowing this was probably coming, Sal dodged the four only to be met by eight more. He had managed to dodge three, and four of them has only grazed him. However the fifth one was stuck in his arm. To get rid of Sal simply hit the spike causing the spike to retract. With that out of the way, Sal managed to punch and kill the thing before its 11 spikes could actually hit him.

Spoiler: Round 4

Sal was pretty surprised by how well that last round went. His reflexes must've been getting much sharper with all the other training so far that he had been able to effectively dodge all the spikes last round. This round too was probably going to rely more on his dodging skills. Last thing he wanted to have happen was get skewered and killed. Even though he was pretty sure he wouldn't die here. If anything that'd just cause him to wake up. Regardless of these odd thoughts, the shambler started to reform so Sal knew that he had to take it on for round four.

The shambler seemed to pick up the pace this time and shamble faster than usual towards Sal. He saw this as both a blessing and a curse since now he wouldn't have as long of a wait in order to get into the action, but now he would obviously have less time to think on these attacks. Regardless the shambler was making its way over and Sal decided to meet the thing head on.

Rushing towards the shambler the first four spikes shot out, which he easily evaded. Next were the eight spikes. Not able to get out of unscathed, Sal did get damaged from them, but no stab wounds or the like to be reported. Next the shambler did its new thing. Sal was expecting it to shoot out more spikes but it did the exact opposite. It retracted all twelve of them at once. Then, it shot out all twelve at once towards him. Not expecting that, Sal dodged three, was grazed by six and stabbed by three. Coughing out blood as he had been pierced in the lung, Sal gritted his teeth and pressed onward. He broke the three spikes lodged in him and punched the shambler, killing it instantly.

Spoiler: Round 5

Having sustained three stab wounds, this was the first time in a while that Sal actually felt the regeneration process happen. It wasn't any less painful than he had remembered but hey, his wounds were gone. He figured this was the power he was going to get from this fight, albeit to a much more minor scale than what presumably Zachariel was using. Granted in order to get that he needed to fight and beat this thing six more times. Uh this sure was going to be a pain to type. The shambler reformed itself and was ready to take on Sal for round five. Well this was going to fun.

Sal and the shambler started advancing towards at the same pace, seeing as Sal realized that all the prep time in the world wasn't going to help him dodge these attacks any better. As such when he got in close to the thing, he instinctively dodged the first four coming at him. The next eight were still difficult to evade, but he only managed to be grazed by two this time. Now here came the twelve, which he simply jumped back to avoid. Now here came the new gimmick.

The shambler simply advanced towards Sal and he got ready to dodge the next attack. The next attack being a single spike being shot towards him. He easily dodged it and then noticed that two more were coming out. With that out of the way, three more came followed by five and then a final one. Sal had barely been dodging these getting scratches from all of them in the process. The shambler then retracted the spikes and started firing them off once more. Two, three, four, one, two. He had ended up getting stabbed by the third to last one and in turn the last two managed to get him as well. Thankfully, he was close enough to simply punch the thing out and kill it.

Spoiler: Round 6

Sal realized just how dangerous this thing was becoming. Once it started going off of a set pattern, the thing became infinitely harder to avoid the attacks. Whatever. He'd just have to continue to react and adapt in order to win. This was going to get rougher, he knew, but he had to handle it in order to go and finalize the basics of his powers. The wisps started to come and the shambler reformed. It was going to be go time and he was going to have go and beat this thing five more times. Round six was going to get underway.

Sal advanced towards the shambler but noticed something was off about it. The shambler wasn't actually moving towards him. Instead, he just stood there, not shambling at all. Sal was wary of this as it meant something was probably going to happen. And that something was going to be horrible. His suspicion was confirmed by the sudden spike that shot out of him. This one seemed to stretch out like some weird sort of projectile. He wasn't expecting it so his reaction time off, but he still managed to avoid the brunt of the stab. This was going to be quite difficult to get around.

The spike retracted back to the shambler and Sal took the opportunity to rush the shambler down. He was met with the long range spike again on his way there, but was able to more easily dodge it. After that Sal got up to the thing and it started stabbing at him with an irregular pattern. He kept avoiding the stabs until the twelve were finally out. He went in for one straight punch and killed the thing almost instantly.

Spoiler: Round 7

Round seven was totally going to be more dangerous than the last round. Simply because there were probably going to be more spikes shooting at him from a long range. Sal had to be ready to dodge and persevere through any of the pain he was going to be met with. It was going to be difficult but Sal was faced down with no other choice. Not to mention if he didn't win then he would most likely be stuck in here for a longer period of time. That was going to be a pain. The shambler started to form from the wisps and Sal knew that this was going to be a much more difficult fight than before.

The round started off with Sal advancing towards the shambler as fast as he could. The faster he got to him the easier it would be to end this. However whilst he was running the shambler had different ideas for Sal. He fired off four long range spikes towards Sal. He had dodged two of the spikes, and was hit by two more, stumbling him a bit. The spikes ended up retracting and Sal regained his composure and continued his dash towards the shambler. However the shambler continued his long range barrage. This was turning south fast.

Eventually Sal made it to the shambler, covered in cuts all over his body, and began to go in for the kill. This time the shambler went back to its regular rhythm of four spikes, eight spikes and then twelve spikes. He had managed to dodge all of these relatively easily and then went in for the kill only to be met with twenty spikes firing off all at once. Sal could only dodge half of them, getting stabbed through by five of them and cut by five eithers. He could barely move forward until the spikes retracted. He was going to fall, and as he was doing so, he punched the shambler in the leg. The leg disappeared causing the shambler to fall and making its spikes go all over the place. When Sal had finally fallen, he uppercut the shambler, from the ground, and killed it. Ending the round.

Spoiler: Round 8

Sal had to pick himself up first, coughing up blood on his way up, so that he could stand up. He felt Zachariel's lovely healing on him as he got back up and just couldn't wait to get that power for himself. The sarcasm in his thoughts was visible...like really he could see a giant sign that said sarcasm. He was in his mind after all. All of that aside, round eight had to get underway so he could get out of this hell. The shambler reformed itself and the fight was about to get underway.

Round eight started with the shambler giving no ****s and just shooting off 10 spikes right off the bat towards Sal. Well that was a dick move. Sal wiggled and wormed his way around the spikes and actually managed to avoid them all. The shambler retracted them all and Sal took the opportunity to advance. While he was advancing the shambler fired them off once more and Sal had trouble dodging them all. It was quite awful really. He kept getting hit by each barrage of spikes and was having to slow down tremendously to make sure he didn't get run through.

Eventually though, he did make it to the shambler, albeit with one useless arm. He had ended up using that arm to defend against most of the spikes coming in. As such it lay limp at his side as he charge forward. The shambler then switched back into its close range barrage mode. Sal had tried to dodge it as best as he continued forward. Unfortunately, twenty spikes and one dead weight arm was really dragging him down. Regardless Sal muscled through and was able to get stabbed eight times, twice in the lung, once in the stomach, before he finally punched the shambler into oblivion.

Spoiler: Round 9

Sal collapsed on the ground. This was getting worse and worse as each passing round. And he still had two to go. His arm was the first thing to heal, but when it did, he felt all the agony associated with it. God this healing was just some really sick form of torture. Sal began to relate with Prometheus. Granted he wasn't getting his innards eaten by a bird, but having his body battered constantly was probably a close second. Regardless the penultimate round was beginning with the shambler reforming, getting ready to release more and more spikes towards Sal.

It was go time, and the thing started firing off one spike. That was a pretty small amount given everything else. However the spike instantly retracted after being evaded. Another one almost immediately shot out and tried to kill him. Sal kept running forward and was noticing that this thing was not relenting with the spikes shot. Not to mention the closer he got the faster it became. The faster it became, well the harder it was to dodge. Sal was getting hit every which was from the attack and stumbled a bit before he finally closed in on the shambler.

The shambler simply fired off spike after spike in similar fashion to just being long range. He had to think on his feet and quickly sway back and forth like Akihiko from Persona Four Arena, to dodge all the attacks. He was constantly getting hit by attack after attack until he finally was able to dodge all of them and throw in a punch. With the punch underway, the shambler ended up stabbing Sal five times, all in vital areas, before finally falling dead.

Spoiler: Round 10

Here it was. The final round. Round ten. Sal had felt the regeneration process take place and was getting ready to get back into this fight. He stood up, ready to bring this beast down. The shambler reformed itself and was getting ready to beat the **** out of Sal. Sal was all ready to bring it down. No more prep work. No more preliminary rounds. And this was it. The poster was finally here, at the end, and he was mostly just filling in space for the first paragraph because he wrote this all in one day. Skyheart bro, you're pretty crazy. Anyway, Roundo ten....FIGHTO!!!!!

The shambler began with just a good old continuous barrage of spikes similar to the last round. Only this time there were seven spikes instead of one. Seven spikes, all in rapid succession. All just stabbing at him repeatedly. Sal had to run in a very slow fashion, almost jogging really, in order to avoid all of the spikes. The shambler was shredding Sal up and Sal was beginning to feel it. His body wanted to give out on him, but nevertheless, he continued running towards the thing until finally he was up in its face.

Rather than stabbing at him repeatedly, this time, the shambler stopped the stabbing altogether. Instead if sort of buckled in and fired spikes off every which direction. Sal was completely taken off guard by this area of effect blast, and he was getting mutilated by it. When the spikes retracted, Sal fell down. He couldn't get back up, not with all the stab wounds that last attack had inflicted. No. He could get up. He mustered all the strength he could and delivered one final punch to the shambler, killing it instantly. With the shambler finally down and out, the shadows became one big orb that eventually turned into a green and white orb. Sal touched the orb and his dream world faded away.

8 Hours Later
Siberia
Angel Hunting (It's Uriel Season)

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Sal woke up after sleeping through the plane ride. Man, Zachariel sure had a terrible method of killing time. Oh well, he had acquired rank one of all three of his auras. That was a plus. Regardless, the plane had eventually landed in Siberia and the three of them were supposed to be on the outlook for Hay Sun...er Uriel. It was a good thing Zachariel promised to never take over his body. At least that's how he remembered it. She wasn't into that whole, giving power that isn't earned. Those training sessions were more than enough proof of that.

Regardless of that the unlikely party of Hana, Joslyn and Sal all stepped off the plane in order to find their angel friend. Sal only came along because out of all the angels Hay Sun was one of the few he had actually spent time with. Albeit that was time in Rome confronted by a dark angel, but time nonetheless. Not to mention this would be quality time with a more focused group. The smaller the groups the better the connections became. Joslyn came along, for what he could only assume as, dependence upon Hana. Oh well."So then, guess we should go and start our grand hunt for our female asian Angel friend. Which way does the compass point?"

5 Hours Later
London Baybee
Swords and Zombies All Over The Place

Brandon and co had touched down at London and were going to get the swords for the rest of the gang. That was good. The more swords the better. With...one of them taking charge, really it didn't matter, the gang went on to the vault. It was quite the perilous journey, but through thick and thin, the gang had eventually made it to the warehouse vault thing. There were zombies on the way, yeah, but they were no match for the combined might of...well the people with swords. As such the gang simply stopped and waited around for everyone to get their respective swords.

Present Day
Vodka Land (Aka Russia)
Horrible Recruitment Party Meets Crazy Neurologist With Crazy Mannequin Robot START!!!!!

Richard and co had gotten out of the car at the run down place in the middle of nowhere that they were at yesterday. This was just wonderful. They were going to have go recruit Regulus with the the most...okay they weren't the worst group possible for the job, but they were pretty terrible as a choice. Richard wouldn't choose himself for this job...but he's pretty sure he did. The gang walked into the house and Richard said, "Hey Regulus. We're back here to talk."

 

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Just as before the mannikin stood in the empty and barren room. Its task was to act as a guard and protect it's master from danger. With the police on the lookout for him it was merely a hassle. On the floors of the tattered and worn out floors were secretly drains which were used to discard the fresh blood that would spill whenever intruders made their appearance.

The mannikin stared over at the three that had made their appearance and pointed him bladed hand at them. Slowly it began to move closer towards the three before him. "Hold...let them in" echoed the voice of Regulus from speaker. With that mere voice the mannikin turned around and began to smash its fists on the wall. What seemed like a mindless attack was actually a mere way to open up the doorway to where Regulus dwelled.

"Welcome again, I will admit I did not expect to see your return" Regulus said placing his chin on his palm as he rested on his armchair. "I notice your group has dwindled down quite a few...what is it that you want" Regulus said with a calm smile

 

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"Alrighty Alrighty, where to go...wheeeere to gooooo" Alistair said nonchalantly as he continued to walk on up the stairs until he finally reached the main floor. Unlike the previous floor there wasn't that much doors, but there was a lot of space for him to go.

He noticed the path forward split either forward or to the right and Alistair merely crossed his arms and began to ponder just which path to take. "This could be dangerous...but if things move on like this I cannot improve" Alistair muttered silently to himself.

Alistair was ready for the risk that would arrive for him and as he noticed the nearby door to his left Alistair merely placed his hand on the handle and checked to see it it would open. When it did Alistair merely walked inside and checked out what he could find.

 

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As Alistair walked into the room, he raised an eyebrow and let out a mere sigh "oh a mere dining room...Ive seen a shitload of those" Alistair said with a yawn before turning around and out of the door he entered. There was nothing interesting in that room so Alistair merely looked forward and entered the room across from him

 

Apparently Regulus had not been expecting them to return at all. Really Richard wasn't expecting it either. He was pretty content with the way things had ended and it seemed like the guy had no interest of joining. Oh well. He was part of this recruitment group so he'd have to try and recruit the **** out of him...or something like that. All he knew was that it was just going to be one large bother. One that he could not simply nap away. Though the man was curious as to why the group was split up. "Yeah, we split up our group to do all the things on our agenda more efficiently." With that explanation out of the way Richard figured that he should get right into the thick of their purpose for being at this man's house. "The reason we're here now is because we're simply trying to get you to join us. Now then, you said yesterday that you had neither the intrigue nor desire to join our group. Could you elaborate?"

 

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"For what desire would I hold in joining your mere group? to save the world from some unknown Apocalypse? not good enough..." Regulus said closing his eyes as he continued to rest his chin on his palm. "It may sound selfish but why should I place my life on risk for the lives of nobodies? what benefit shall I receive what purpose does travelling hold?" Regulus said letting out a chuckle.

"To be honest I was probably considering it regardless, but seeing that one child has made me question your groups competency" Regulus said opening his eyes slightly as he stared over at his guests once more and narrowed his eyes with a sinister smile "So do tell me...for what reason do you travel among this group? to save the world? pure selflessness? or just some mere feeling telling you to do so?" Regulus said.

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"A kitchen? well I guess it must be convienent for those that are eating at the dinning hall...I guess" Alistair muttered as he let out a mere sigh once more. Unlike before he didn't find anything quite interesting so his high expectations were now starting to lower and become disappointing. Alistair once again walked out and was back into the hallway. With that he entered the room beside the kitchen.

 

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Alistair raised his eyebrow and was quite surprised to see that there was an actual a conference room but it was another disappointment. In retrospect this floor seemed to normal, but there was something that told him otherwise. He merely walked out of the room and head down the hall until he reached the end of it and noticed a door. For some reason he hesitated for a bit as he reached the door and upon noticing it he looked down at his hand and a smirk crept across his face. When he was ready he opened the door and walked in.

 

Vincent Antonio Zeppeli
DAY: 41 - 3/4 | DATE: November 1st, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Warehouse in St. Petersburg, Russia

The long haired, androgynous-looking man standing before them asked what their motivations for traveling were. It seemed that he himself wasn't too keen on going on a journey around the world trying to prevent an upcoming apocalypse. Honestly, he couldn't blame the guy. It was a long shot that they would be able to convince him to just drop everything to come with them. Still, they had to try to get him on their side, if only for having safety in numbers.

"Well, to answer your question, I personally went with these people to find out more about myself." Vincent started. "The idea that I am capable of more was exciting. It meant that there were things about myself that even I wasn't aware of." He took a moment to collect his thoughts. "Granted, it was a little bizarre to hear about my potential from complete strangers, but even so, the idea appealed to me."

He looked to the puppet thing that clawed at the wall. Judging from the techy parts covering it, he assumed that this guy built it or something like that. "Well, looking at that thingy over there, I'm guessing you like to tamper with things." It was a guess, but it seemed like a good one. "I'm not saying that you will, but maybe you'll be able to find some interesting things to tinker with if you travel with us."​

 

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Regulus raised an eyebrow as he spoke on quite intrigued by Vincent, but once he bought up the topic about his manikin, things got much more interesting for him. "Ah, I see you've taken an interest in Antonio?" Regulus said as he snapped his fingers as the manikin walked up to him and stood beside him. "Antonio...crimes were rape, murder, and even went to the extremes of bombings...his motives were unclear, but he had a strong sense of will and was able to survive. My hypothesis is that after his first rape he began to feel a strong desire to continue with similar tasks..." Regulus said cold and calculating.

"such motives...such will...it is what interests me...a strong will is what allowed me to turn Antonio into this...with my powers I have learned much...but there is still so much to learn...so many possibilities" Regulus said glancing down at his hand. A smirk crept across his face as he glanced up at the group "You've...intrigued me...I truly hope your words come true and I may find something of interest" Regulus said.

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Alistair had done foolish things before but even now he knew that this was not the time to be foolish. There rested a throne and only one person in this castle would be the one to sit on this throne. He had never met Lucifer yet, but he knew that in this state it would be best to hold off on meeting the dark lord. He closed his eyes and gave a slight bow to the room before moving away. Returning to the fork in the room he he head towards the path he didn't go into and entered the first door.

 

__// Room Unlocked: Trophy Room
__// Jars and containers of body parts line the shelves.
__// Miscellaneous armor, jewelry, clothing, and weapons sit out on display.

 

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"Fascinating" Alistair said as his eyes widened a bit in response to seeing all the body parts laying around on display. He was quite intrigued by the sudden sighed he beheld with his eyes and walked deeper in as he stared at it. He was unfazed by the actual morbidness of the display but just thinking about the reason they needed to keep these parts made him wonder.

"Just what feat did they accomplish that they felt pride to keep the body parts..just what was so important about these parts in the first place? who did they belong to?" Alistair began to mutter to himself as he walked on. He stared on deep in thought before having enough of the scene and moved on to the next area. He walked out of the room and was up to the next door. With that he entered the room and decided to see what he could

 

__// Room Unlocked: Herbs Closet
__// Shelves are lined with jars filled of powders and herbs.
__// Plants sit in boxes.
__// They look like they could be used for something.
__// Main Floor Completed.

 

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{♚}Location: London {♚} Mood: Curious {♚} OOC: {♚} ​

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After making touchdown in London, Logan was having mixed feelings. Though none of them were bad, it was more of a combination of interest and curiousness. He was interested in seeing the storage unit that apparently held the swords that they were to get and clearly he was going to be curious about the so called dangers here. While it wasn't too big of a deal when or in what order these things took place, he figured that they'd both happen sooner or later.​

 

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Friday, November 1st, 2013 | Day 41 : 4/4 | Music | Location: St Petersburg, Russia| ooc:​

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Adam felt like he was thrown into the worst group possible. Not because he was bad for the job, but because this was the only group of the three that was continuing something... something from the previous day. This was almost like throwing a junior high student into the middle of a construction zone and saying that they were in charge of the crane.​

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Either way, he chose to be silent most of the time, trying his best not to nod off, and he listened to the back and forth for a bit. Everything seemed to be working out smoothly compared to what could have been happening. Then finally, Vincent said something that triggered Regulus into going into passionate detail about... Antonio.​

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Adam watched this guy's reaction and listened to the details and Adam may not have shown it in his face but inside he panicked for a moment and successfully calmed himself down. Maybe... just maybe they had run into their first complete nutcase. It was only a matter of time.​

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"You've...intrigued me...I truly hope your words come true and I may find something of interest" ​

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Adam took a deep breath and spoke out, "So just to clarify... because you might just be thinking about what could possibly happen... are you agreeing to join us?" Adam blinked heavily for a moment and then stretched slightly to keep himself away, but not a full on stretch to be rude.​

 

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❖ MAP ❖ OOC ❖ WEARING ❖​

❖ DAY ⟡ 41 ⦙ 4/4 ❖ DATE ⟡ Friday ⦙ November 01, 2013 ❖​

❖ LOCATION ⟡ Yakutsk, Russia [Streets] ❖ INTERACTION ⟡ Sal & Joslyn ❖​

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The plane ride had been painstakingly long and boring, but at least it gave Hana some time to reconnect with Joslyn. They hadn't had much one on one time since all of this began. It also allowed for some bonding time with Sal who had been wary about joining them because of their inability to work as a team. He had valid concerns on that front. They didn't have a cohesive bond. Hopefully breaking up into these three groups would be a good thing, rather than be their ultimate downfall. If everyone succeeded in their mission, it might finally fully convince the Portuguese man.​

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Flights to Yakutsk were only supposed to be done on Thursdays, but apparently Jun Tae had somehow managed to arrange for them to fly into this city on an uncharted date. He really had some talents when it came to pulling these sorts of strings. The three of them each got some thick jackets due to the incredible drop in temperature this city had before driving anywhere. Once it looked like they were at the heart of the snowcapped town, Sal turned to them. ❝ So then, guess we should go and start our grand hunt for our female Asian Angel friend. Which way does the compass point? ❞​

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Hana nodded and glanced down at the compass hanging from around Joslyn's neck. She had the car parked on the side of the road and was inspecting a map. It was already early evening here and they wouldn't be able to head back to St. Petersburg tonight. The three of them -- hopefully with Hay Sun as well -- would need to find a room somewhere and spend the night, returning tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. ❝ According to the compass, we need to head Northwest. ❞ She glanced back down at the map before putting the car in drive and pulling back out onto the road. ❝ I wonder how long Uriel has been tearing this city apart, ❞ she thought aloud.​

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"I don't know about that...I need some at least guarantee that after this recruitment process there will be something of interest" Regulus said glancing over at Adam "your group has told me a mere summary and nothing more. No matter how much of a pain in the ass it will be, I want to know all that I can...I am not some dullard that will merely join a group ignorantly" Regulus said

"There are many possibilities for what I should do next...I have a certain experiment coming up and traveling around the world would deprive me of another specimen...The police are after me, but then again their petty actions are worthless against me" Regulus began to ponder to himself as he took out a scalpel from his coat pocket and tapped the tip on his lip "what to do...what do do" Regulus began to mutter repeatedly.

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Things were getting quite interesting now as he walked into a room filled with plants and power. "Daaaaaaaaaaaaang even angels smoke crack" Alistair said walking up to the plants and power "Well now some of these might be quite useful...or ******...in any case might as well take something" Alistair grabbing a couple of stuff and took them. With that he walked out and smiled as he walked toward the exit outside.

 

Friday, November 1st, 2013 | Day 41 : 4/4 | Music | Location: St Petersburg, Russia| ooc:

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Although Adam was ready to run out of there right at that moment. He didn't have an anti-criminal thing at all if anything he was anti-police with how many times he had to go home with them tagging along. But the setting of this man, and how he as reacting to everything, Antonio. It was off putting, but he figured they needed to keep going with this to have it all worthwhile.​

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Adam put his hands in his pockets looking over at Antonio first, "Well, up at home- um the United Kingdom, there is an outbreak of people being possessed by demons." He tilted his head towards Vincent and Richard, "The group has been calling them zombies. They aren't..." He looked back over at Regulus and continued, "I do not know what you find of interest, and I don't know why the police are after you. But, I cannot make you choose to go with our group, I can only tell you what you may face if you choose to go... Also don't think I'm ignoring the police bit... we have a runaway convict with us."​

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Why am I still doing this I really don't care...​

I do not know, I am not making you do anything. ​

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Adam feared the question he let slip from his mouth, "If you don't mind me asking, and I don't mean to be rude by butting in, what is this... experiment coming up?" ​

 

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A bored expression grew on the face of Regulus as he listened to the words of Adam and he let out a sigh. "Mere humans would of course find such beings as zombies and never know the truth until it it too late. Unfortunate to say you are beginning to show some ignorance to this little mission you are partaking in" Regulus said.

It was funny how these people both managed to pursued yet lower his expectations at the same time. He needed to know that he would be following somebody with competence, somebody who knew what was going on and could make things interesting. The way things are they were just like him at the moment and he didn't care for that.

"In any case are you truly interested in my experiment or is this question some sort of means to pike my interest" Regulus said with a smirk before picking up a piece of paper beside him and held it out. "The experiment I am going through...it is fatherhood" Regulus said calmly.

 

Richard was getting bored and slightly tired of trying to convince this man. He seemed to not think that they were interesting and it was starting to become too much of a bother for him to actually want to continue this recruitment schpeel. Granted, the interesting things that Adam had tried to convince Regulus with seemed counter productive. And it didn't even seem like all of the interesting things that were actually interesting. Like the swords and the fact that they had magical superpowers like fire and being able to do...whatever it was Adam did. He wasn't entirely sure what it was that Adam's power was, but it seemed interesting enough.

Regulus went on to talk about how he was doing some new experiment thing and how it was actually...fatherhood. Well, Richard did not entirely feel like this was the normal kind of fatherhood. If anything, this guy was probably planning some sick experiment with his child or something, but Richard didn't entirely feel like asking. Meanwhile, "Fatherhood...?" Adam was totally gung ho to learn more about this experiment thing. Oh well. Guess he'd just have to wait and see what Regulus was talking about.

 

__// New Location Unlocked: The River Phlegethon
__// Items Acquired:

Operating Room	Herb Closet	Weapon's Room
Scalpel	Betony	Knives/Daggers
Surgical Scissors	Mugwort	Long Sword
Medical Tape	Mistletoe	Shield
Flashlight	Vervain	Bow
Needles	Sage	Mace
x	Basil	x
x	Juniper	x
x	Hair from Azidahaka	x
x	Lilith's tongue	x
x	Zaebos skin	x