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by **Silvanius** on Thu Jul 31, 2008 9:27 am

Silvanius waved his hand and the barrier disapated now that the demons in the vicinty had been taken care of. For now at least. He didn't answer the man to as who exactly he was, or what, but nodded in Myra's direction

"You say you have a cure? Than by all means, treat Myra first."

He eyes were blue and cold, showing no pain even though the poison from the demon eariler was running its curse, eating away at his insides.

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by **Heimdall** on Thu Jul 31, 2008 12:25 pm

The sound of a repeated series of impacts from the Sentinel's boots mark his path from his previous battlefield, right up to the building where Myra remains, and Silvanius 'gates' to. He allows himself a soft chuckle inwardly at that point. Sheer hypocrisy. However, this distraction, like the one before, can not even be noticed as he quickly sets his focus upon the building that draws ever closer. His swift pace comes to an abrupt end though, the Sentinel skidding to a halt, when he 'feels' the presence of several others in the building alongside the female. Silvanius himself, and another figure. It is time to remain quiet, he decides, as he slowly makes his way to the entrance of the building. The door doesn't remain closed for long, and he slowly stalks along the halls, only stopping when he hears Silvanius and Myra speak. The Knight's eyes narrow significantly at the discussion of murder and Silvanius' supposed acceptance of such things. When the demon hunter actually speaks of an antidote, it is at this point he finally straightens himself out, and makes his presence known.

"Or better yet, save the antidote for someone who actually deserves it."

Heinrich states with an almost matter of fact tone as he turns the corner into the room, shining sword still firmly in hand. His eyes don't even set upon Silvanius as he faces Myra and the demon hunter, and then the Red Technocracy soldiers around the room.

"This man is a coward, who speaks highly of himself, but when it comes to Zweikampf, a duel, he runs with his tail tucked between his legs. An unapologetic coward, at that. And now it seems he makes nice with a self confessed murderer."

The Knight muses, his stern gaze settling onto the girl so very close to Silvanius. It is true that his eyes do soften slightly, but there is protocol and matters of Justice to be upheld. He would not let her youth dissuade him from enacting Justice, should it be necessary. As such, he simply lifts the acutely tapered tip of his sword towards Myra while offering in a surprisingly soft tone. He does not want to upset the young lady any more than necessary.

"Miss, I'm afraid I'm going to have to place you under arrest by the authority of the Order of the Aiden Knights. If you are innocent by malady or some sort of infirmity, we shall figure this out. Our Justiciars are more interested in Justice than punishment. However... they are also more interested in Justice than Mercy, should you be deserving of it. You've confessed to a crime, and so my hand is forced whether I would normally arrest you or not."

by **Eudemonia** on Thu Jul 31, 2008 1:55 pm

Atop the roof across the street from the events transpiring between the main players of this act, were two observers of some importance in the grand play. Waiting in the wings, ready to strike should the opportunity present itself, two members of the infamous Eumenides laid in the prone position, overlooking the building with a stillness only matched by marble statues. Shrouded from visual and sensor detection via thermoptic camo, IR absorbing nanoweave armor, lidar refracting coating, and a variety of other classified goodies, the entirely mechanical bodies of the two would serve them well, and aid in the deception of prying eyes.

The leftmost Eumenides held a modified MIRR S-10 in its hands, several discrete cables from the butt of the weapon linked to the hand providing a complete and total connection with the weapon itself, the multi-spectrum scope of the rifle peering easily through the building itself to observe the signatures of all in the building, as the vast majority of the structures in the hub appeared to lack any kind of hardening techniques to prevent such methods of observation.

Directly linked to his comrade, the two passed bits of information to each other through mind-machine battle link, the second Eumenides idly gripping a MIAR S-18 as he, too, passively stared into the building. Metal plates, containing an array of discrete and hardened sensor points, showed neither excitement nor apprehension on their faces. Only the cold impartiality of a machine as the last human part of the pair, their highly augmented brains, coldly calculated weapon impact probabilities and the respective lethality of the weapons involved, as well as probability of detection vs. accuracy of the sniper rifle.

by **Driney** on Thu Jul 31, 2008 1:56 pm

Myra stared leavily at the man. "Fine take me away. I only did what I was forced to do." Replied Myra. Her stormy green eyes were the only thing that betrayed her feelings. She narrowed them like a cat does, in a way that made her look above everyone and her aware of it.

Myra quietly put her sword away, her thin hand shaking slightly. Her long fingers wove in between her golden threads of hair as she pushed her bangs away from her eyes. She grasped the wall as her legs gave way underneath her. A comically surprised look shown on her face before she quickly smothered it into a face that gave away nothing.

"Thank you for saving me. Even if I am just going to the electric chair." Myra told the man that saved her. When she trusted her legs again she walked over to the man that was arresting her. She held her head up high in defiance.

"I won't try to run. One reason would be because I am wearing these damn heels but I wouldn't anyway." Myra warned the man. "Where exactly are we going? I hope it isn't far." She stared down at her boots. "If so you will force me to walk bare foot."

by **Heimdall** on Thu Jul 31, 2008 2:37 pm

"If you were forced, then we will find out. Like I said, our Justiciars are interested in Justice, not punishment."

Heinrich speaks down to the young woman while he swiftly moves up behind her. With a firm grip, he tugs her arms down by the small of her back where he then binds them with a single metallic manacle, fastened around her wrists. Curiously, the cuffs of the manacles actually shrink slightly to meet a tight fit around her wrists, though by no means do they cut her blood flow. In this fashion, her arms are restrained, and she is a minimal threat.

"Fraulein, do not fear. You will get what's coming to you, whether it be good or ill to your health. We will take your age into account as well, as well as your general state of health. You do not look the most healthy. You have the words of a Meister Ritter."

The Sentinel speaks firmly, already lifting a gloved hand to settle onto her shoulder. The grip is firm, but not painful. It is apparent he is trying to be as reassuring as he possible can be. At the same time, it is obvious that he's moving to place himself in between Silvanius and the young lady.

"I will call a transport vehicle to come pick you up, then we will bring you to the local Sanctuary for processing."

by **Driney** on Thu Jul 31, 2008 3:17 pm

"So I won't have to walk. Good." She smiled. "I am perfectly healthy. And I am 21 for your information." Then she frowned and shrugged her shoulders. Clearly trying to get the hand off her shoulder. She had had bad experiences that she really didn't want to remember. And the glove was scratching her bare shoulder.

Myra stared in disgust at the man who was arresting her. He was trying to reassure her, when she might be going to death. She snorted at the thought. Then worried that she might upset him she stared down at her self. Crap she thought. I look like a whore. Her skirt was a bit to short for her taste and her shirt was to tight with one sleeve ripped off from her encounter with the imps.

"Could someone grabbed my pack for me? I want my cloak. And no, it doesn't have any secret weapons or anything." She added incase someone happened to be a paranoid idiot who thought everyone was after him. She shrugged her shoulder again trying to get his hand off her shoulder again.

by **Silvanius** on Thu Jul 31, 2008 6:31 pm

Silvanius nodded to Myra as she glanced back at him. It was not the desiscion of some other race to come in and enforce their false justice where they had no rights. They should stick to their own kind and upkept laws for them. Perhaps thats why in a blur, he reached into his coat pocket and secured a flash, throwing it to the ground in a brillantly blinding flash of light. He moved around and snatched up Myra just as he had before, scooping her into his arms and easily caring her slight weight despite her bounds. He shifted her up over his shoulder and mumured a quiet apology, then grabbed his whip and snapped it up to secure around the edge of the roof of the house they'd been outside of. He he swung up onto the shingled roof and broke into an inhumanly fast run, leaping from rooftop to rooftop in an effort to get the lady away from the cowardly knight who saw fit to harass women rather than save the innocents in this city from the plague of demons currently inflitrating it. They still were howling, calling for blood. Silvanius worried they might find another victim soon.

by **Eudemonia** on Thu Jul 31, 2008 7:00 pm

The Eumenides sniper easily picked up the fleeing signature that was Silvanius, a foreigner wanted for violence against a Eudemonian citizen, a crime punishable by summary execution among the Eudemonians. Computer assisted systems aided the man in his marksmanship, precisely tracking the speed and path of the man using a highly sophisticated 3-d lidar map of the area and the man, even going so far as to take into account the natural rhythm of his run. The spotter instantly cleared the sniper to fire, aiding the sniper with his own sensor systems, providing a sophisticated and utterly complete guidance and range finding system for said sniper. Firing one round at the man from his position atop the building, Silvanius would have a difficult time finding any cover in his state, his mobility most likely not serving him as expected due to the computer assisted systems. Round after round, a total of ten rounds total streaked through the air at several kilometers a second, each round sufficient to take down heavy mechanized armor, nevermind a soft humanoid target.

The spotter too began to open fire the moment the man broke the flimsy cover of the building, launching three semi-guided nano-jet assisted grenades operating on a ID tag fuse (through lidar and IR spotting). The moment the grenades were within about 2 meters distance of their target (an easy feat due to the fast nature of the projectiles and aforementioned computer assisted systems) they would explode, bathing a 8 meter radius in a lethal barrage of bucky tube nanofilaments easily capable of shredding through light armor and flesh, at roughly double that radius the slew of nanofilament shrapnel would most likely wound, but the wounds themselves would probably be of a most horrific nature, slicing open flesh and causing wounds that would most likely refuse to close unless using some fairly sophisticated medical techniques, making death due to blood loss a likely outcome to those even in the so-called “nonlethal” 10-16m radius. Even beyond such a range casualties were still possible, due to some pieces of shrapnel travelling up to 230 or so meters from the initial detonation

by **Heimdall** on Thu Jul 31, 2008 7:08 pm

OOC: 'Good RP' makes Brie taste that much better.

Heinrich, with his back turned to Silvanius simply looks up curiously as the room flashes with a sudden bright light. For but a moment he wonders about the nature of this flash. Photographers? How would they be here already? How would they even know? But just as fast he realizes Silvanius must have tried some foolish trick to get his attention away from his target. However, to some degree he succeeds, as he quickly wheels around to deliver a few sharp cuts from his sword, all of which miss their targets while Silvanius grabs the suspect to flee. So, Silvanius is now an accomplice to this woman's crime? So be it. He has a duty to Justice, and Justice is blind. It cares not for race, gender, or age, even if Silvanius does have such blind delusions. This duty extends even here, especially since the local police forces had signed a treaty enabling the Aiden to work as 'bounty hunters', apprehending criminals, and turning them in to the local authorities who would then accept aid from the Justiciars in the case.

After recovering from his sword strikes, he quickly focuses, and the world around him changes. Instead of seeing the world as others, his sight switches to one of a more monotone, yet terribly accurate vision in terms of seeing living beings. He does not see matter as it is, but for the flow of Aether around it. This allows him to easily pick up the two beings, both of which show up like brilliant stars amidst the dreary background they run across. Perfect, the chase is on. There were other Aiden patrolling on this day, all of whom he trusts with his life. Siegfried, or Renaud would both be capable of handling the task at hand.

He takes a running start, and then abruptly dives out of a nearby window with a sudden, nerve wracking crash of shattered glass. He cares not, as he quickly impacts the ground, rolls with the force, and breaks into a steady run along the ground beside Silvanius. It seems he has no problem matching the blind fool's pace. Silvanius does gain a bit of distance when, almost using the explosives of the Eudemonians as a signal, the Meister Ritter suddenly leaps up to catch onto a hanging flag pole, and uses that to 'spring' himself into the air, and land on a level plane with the one so infatuated with running from danger. Fortunately, this leaves him at something of a safe distance from the weapons of his Eudemonian comrades. Or at least, at a distance where he can roll or dive out of the way of the incoming shrapnel and other dangerous implements of destruction.

by **Driney** on Fri Aug 01, 2008 4:13 am

Myra sighed and let him carry her. 'Just great, I get to be dragged somewhere on a random man's shoulder. The one who is arresting me, I should be specific.' She thought. 'And we're getting fired on, I should add.' Myra rolled her eyes annoyed.

"None of this was on my agenda today." Myra mussed out loud. "But I guess I have no control over that." She smiled calmly, even though some random someones were shooting at them. Myra sighed laying there. "You know, I feel like a sack of potato's but I guess I'll just live with that." With that she let her body relax a bit more.

by **Driney** on Fri Aug 01, 2008 4:13 am

OOC: Sorry this was a double post.

by **Ryand-Smith** on Fri Aug 01, 2008 6:33 am

Outside, a Trantor VF-22 and another, a newer VF-25 moved in, the variable fighers assigned to watch the man, the hunter on notice after he had gone on break for a few days. However, the shocking burst of energy, a notable topic, was not something they would go in for, as demon ops tended to have bursts of excitement like this. Instead, the two fighters waited for orders, the AI both playing a small virtual game to help make some use of their processing sub-cycles.

"Shi.." He began, as the bolts flew inm, his device stating [Protection, Melee Defense]. With that, the man's left hand produced a defensive field, defending against the bits of shrapnel that seemed to spread in the room for a moment. "Hey, Knight, Wait.." the man shouted, as he followed Heinrich, hoping to help him capture the rouge hunter. Allowing murders to go free, after they confessed, was not a good thing to do, but the poison gave the advantage to the Knight. It was an issue of time now....

by **Heimdall** on Mon Aug 04, 2008 7:50 pm

OOC: Silvanius, could you please post? We're having a hard time moving without you.

Heinrich barely breaks pace when he hears the hunter suddenly address him from the streets below below. Even as he runs, he turns a gaze down towards the Hunter. He doesn't look amused by this distraction, though he does allow a quick response.

"If you want to help, stay down there and serve as a screen in case he comes down to ground level!"

Immediatetly after speaking, he picks up his pace until he's little more than a few meters behind Silvanius and Myra. It is curious that Myra at this point starts to feel a certain 'tugging' upon her form. Truth be told, he's testing Silvanius grip with a few probing telekinetic pulls.

by **Eudemonia** on Mon Aug 04, 2008 8:41 pm

Heimdall wrote:OOC: Silvanius, could you please post? We're having a hard time moving without you.

Heinrich barely breaks pace when he hears the hunter suddenly address him from the streets below below. Even as he runs, he turns a gaze down towards the Hunter. He doesn't look amused by this distraction, though he does allow a quick response.

"If you want to help, stay down there and serve as a screen in case he comes down to ground level!"

Immediatetly after speaking, he picks up his pace until he's little more than a few meters behind Silvanius and Myra. It is curious that Myra at this point starts to feel a certain 'tugging' upon her form. Truth be told, he's testing Silvanius grip with a few probing telekinetic pulls.

OOC: He needs to deal with that gunfire and grenades, too :/

by **Driney** on Wed Aug 06, 2008 8:06 am

Myra screamed and bit her toungue from screaming more. She glared as she felt something tugging her. She released her toungue from her teeth and clenched her jaw together. Peoples power got on her nerves sometimes, espesically when they used them on her. She glared annoyed.

by **Atemi Horizon** on Mon Aug 11, 2008 3:30 am

Krenoth found himself in quite an odd situation. Stuck in a subway somewhere in the middle of a dark, dank city (which in all truth, he had no idea why) where daemons where dreadfully common. He had killed 16 by his blade thus far, none bigger than a large dog. But he had a feeling that he had not even seen the beginning. For, he was a dark angel, his blade had seen many wars between heaven and hell, and he knew of some of the true monstrosities that could come forth. At the worst, a Balrog could come forth, but he had a keen since that this city wasn't quite that far gone. Even though it was pretty far gone.
Hara-Sonya (his blade) began to glow once more. More daemons were near. Krenoth had no intention of staying around. He stretched his black wings out on either side of him, than swiftly darted the opposing direction from the howling daemons behind him. He was fast, brutally fast, but not fast enough as the howling gradually grew louder. Down the Subway tunnel he fled, but was cut short when he ran headfirst into a dead end.
Dumbfound by the sudden impact, Krenoth stumbled to his feet and quickly recoiled from the shock. He stood his ground. The howling was ever nearing, and though it could not be seen yet, Krenoth knew it was not to far behind. Suddenly, Krenoth spotted an Imp out of the corner of his eye, and had but enough time to roll out of the way before the Creature tried to tackle him. It overshot him by just a hair, coming so close as to letting Krenoth catch a hint of it's foul smell. Krenoth stood back up quickly and threw his blade in front of him just in time to block the Imp's razor sharp claws. But the creature read him like a book, and thrust it's other hand into Krenoth's face, launching him 3 or 4 feet.
He hit the ground hard enough to rebound 7 inches off the concrete of the tunnel. The creature than jumped on top of him and took him by the throat. It's claws dug into his neck, and boned poped lightly as the pressure i grew stronger on his neck. Krenoth knew he was finished, but than without warning, a scythe swung out from the dark and the struck the daemon. It paused for a moment and seemingly starred at Krenoth. Than his head fell one way, and it's body the other. He was shocked for a moment, than, suddenly an orb of light lit up the room, and there stood a woman with a black robe and a scythe."Krenoth, what would you do without me." she said.
"I think if not for you, i would have died." Krenoth brought himself to his knee's, than the woman walked over to him and helped him to his feet." Thank you Grimothera."

"Your welcome. If we ever get out of this, you owe me a beer and that nice fluffy bed of your's."
"Well, than where shall i sleep?"
"With you in it I might add. Who says all I want is sleep?" At that note, They both set out on there way. They would find a way out, hopefully. Nothing is certain in the depths of this city.

by **Driney** on Sun Aug 17, 2008 4:10 am

(OOC: Just going to say that I am sick of waiting and am going to kill this character. Okay, she's dead. I know I am so funny. Okay how about this? She disappears into thin air.)

by **shadowknight39** on Tue Sep 09, 2008 4:08 pm

((if its okay i wanna join))
Hero sat on top of the building, watching the hunters below. It was strange just watching, he knew they would try to kill him if they could. But it didn't bother him, he knew death wasn't forever well for him anyways. So he just sat there watching, knowing all too well that the slighest slip up could end their life.
"keep it up.." he whispered laughing slightly as he remembered something. Suddenly he heard something, small at first it grew. It was one of his brethern calling out for him, pleading for help. He sighed slightly "you better be happy i'm coming..." he thought as he jumped from the top plunging into the darkness below. Using the darkness below he managed to teleport in front of a pair of beings underneath the city.
"Seems i'm too late..." he said as he saw his brother decapitated.he held Yokoshima & Kurayami ready for battle, but sense Keji was dead there was no point.
"oh man..the others arn't going to like this!" he said laughing as he scrached his head. "so what brings angels here into the dephs of demon terreroty?" he asked looking at this strange figures. "you don't hide your identity very well..."

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