Forgive Icc whatever mistakes were in his post; I made him rush LOL.
Anyway, I've posted! And with that, the introductory phase of the game has concluded, woohoo :)
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Arlo stood laughing quietly in the center of the altar as he watched the confusion unfolding before him. The blackness that had taken over his eyeballs began to recede, as did the palpable shadows of the church, leaving the interior considerably lighter than it was moments ago. With the floor of the place strewn with drenched pews, bodies, and paperback hymnals, the man dropped his hand with a satisfied exhale of air and swayed slightly in the spot. He corrected himself before he lost balance, but already he could see the multi-colored dots starting to swim within his field of vision. Too much blood lost, my friend. The Guardian only grunted in acknowledgement, trying to focus his gaze in order to look around and see where his makeshift flood had washed the group.
It didn’t take long for one of them to pop up. Soon enough, David stood from his hiding place and began shouting wildly in Latin before firing the pistol in his hand. Cheeky buggers, aren’t they? What d’you reckon: very brave or very stupid? I pick the latter. Arlo couldn’t help but agree, of course, though there was a part of him that respected these humans: courageous enough to come and find him, but foolish enough to think they could finish his own team with mere firearms. It was sort of touching, really, that they would go to such lengths just to uncover the truth about his kind. Still, Arlo had a job to do, and he was going to uphold his responsibility whether they liked it or not.
He watched the bullet come towards him as if in slow motion, spiraling through the air with the determination of one following orders. Instead of fearing it, however, the man welcomed it, merely holding up his hand as if he were going to wave to it. As he did so the bullet froze in midair, just inches away from its target, as if the imaginary glass wall had been erected once more. From somewhere to his right came another two shots, and Arlo swung his gaze over just in time to see Amis’s head duck back down behind the protection of a pew. These bullets too were halted just beside David’s, and after another moment all three were freed and clattered to the floor. Seeing that David was still holding the .22 on him, Arlo swept his hand to the right and the pistol was harshly torn from his hands. It hurled towards the far concrete wall, hitting it with such force that it shattered upon contact and fell to the cobblestone, just as the bullets had done.
Yet it seemed the audacity didn’t stop at the males of the group. With a cocked brow Arlo turned his attention to the left where he saw Elli hurling a broken piece of metal towards him. The bloody hell is that? Did she just chuck her gun at us? It was with a jolt of surprise and amusement that the man realized what it was, and with a disbelieving smirk he brought a hand up to sweep the crucifix away, not unlike what he’d done with David’s pistol.
But it was this moment of self indulgence that brought the final blows; he had been so distracted by Elli’s resourcefulness that he was late in registering the gun shots coming simultaneously from his right. Just as the crucifix smashed into the far wall, Varrina’s two bullets broke skin and pierced him in the shoulder and the hip, urging a startled gasp from his lips as he fell sideways and hit the ground with a hard thud.
More crimson blood rushed out to greet the fresh wounds until the man looked like a mere white canvas with splashes of red paint. He was bleeding out. This was it. Arlo could feel it. But he knew he couldn’t go just yet. There were so many doubts surrounding what he was about to do, but he had to try. Otherwise, the consequences would be far worse - for everyone. He had to hold on long enough to try and rally this crew to his cause, for surely if they’d felt enough heat towards just him, they’d feel it with the rest of the Guardians.
With a big gasp of air, he slowly and painfully turned his head so that he was facing the rest of the makeshift congregation. “You lot!” he wheezed, and even though his voice was weak, they could still make out the note of authority it held, “Come here! Quickly..!”
Whether they came or not, Arlo decided to continue, knowing he didn’t have much time. Already there seemed to be some sort of semi-tranlucent gray smoke oozing out from all of his injuries, surrounding him on the ground where he lay. He knew they were going to be hesitant about approaching him, but he also knew that they hadn’t come this far just to miss out on the information that could very well give them what they’ve come for.
“Listen closely… I know what-” He was interrupted by a violent cough, which ended in a mouthful of blood. Spitting it out quickly, he continued. “I know what you’re here for… I can help you... I know you want answers... And you will find them…”
The arm that had not been shattered by Varrina’s bullet lifted slightly from the ground, his hand aiming towards the back of the church. With two fingers, he made a small circle in the air, then deliberately brought them through the middle of the shape he’d just made. As his fingers moved downward, there appeared a vertical line of very bright light, and it seemed as if some force was pulling the sight before them in half. Eventually, between two lines that were giving off a strong, pulsing golden glow, there appeared the image of a hallway that quite obviously did not belong to the church. “Through there. You’ll find what you seek through that portal.”
He paused, letting his hand drop back to the floor while he caught his breath. He was so tired… But there was no choice. He had to help them get to the others, or else his death would have been for naught. “I know you don’t trust me - and that’s all very well - but believe me when I say that... I am not the enemy.” Again, his finger twitched towards the still open portal. “The others… They’re- They’re not thinking. I was in the state you found me in because of them... They want-” Arlo spit out more blood that had pooled in the side of his mouth, “They wanted my powers, which are much stronger than theirs. And so the fuckers teamed up on me…”
Suddenly his tone took on one of pleading, and the weak look in his half-closed eyes was replaced by one of conviction. “I know this is a lot to swallow.. But if I’m right in guessing who you all are.. Then this is what you’ve been waiting for.” His expression was tinged with pain as he tried to shift into a more comfortable position, but just gave up and brought his attention back to the group. “They’ve… The other Guardians have lost their way… And they have to be taught a lesson.”
By now, the grey smoke had engulfed the entire church; there was no escaping it. The group was breathing it in involuntarily, and whether or not someone voiced reactions to its suspicious appearance, Arlo’s hand waved their troubled thoughts away dismissively. “Ah, yes, well… I couldn’t have let you all walk into our stronghold with just those flimsy pistols, could I? Don’t be afraid of it... It’s - Consider it a gift, for finishing the fight…”
The Guardian was visibly losing light, fading away with every second that slipped past. “You must find the others… And kill them,” he murmured, the lids of his eyes already slipping down without his control. “Please… It’s the only way…” He then gave his last breath and finally allowed his eyes to slip closed for the last time.
It didn’t take long for one of them to pop up. Soon enough, David stood from his hiding place and began shouting wildly in Latin before firing the pistol in his hand. Cheeky buggers, aren’t they? What d’you reckon: very brave or very stupid? I pick the latter. Arlo couldn’t help but agree, of course, though there was a part of him that respected these humans: courageous enough to come and find him, but foolish enough to think they could finish his own team with mere firearms. It was sort of touching, really, that they would go to such lengths just to uncover the truth about his kind. Still, Arlo had a job to do, and he was going to uphold his responsibility whether they liked it or not.
He watched the bullet come towards him as if in slow motion, spiraling through the air with the determination of one following orders. Instead of fearing it, however, the man welcomed it, merely holding up his hand as if he were going to wave to it. As he did so the bullet froze in midair, just inches away from its target, as if the imaginary glass wall had been erected once more. From somewhere to his right came another two shots, and Arlo swung his gaze over just in time to see Amis’s head duck back down behind the protection of a pew. These bullets too were halted just beside David’s, and after another moment all three were freed and clattered to the floor. Seeing that David was still holding the .22 on him, Arlo swept his hand to the right and the pistol was harshly torn from his hands. It hurled towards the far concrete wall, hitting it with such force that it shattered upon contact and fell to the cobblestone, just as the bullets had done.
Yet it seemed the audacity didn’t stop at the males of the group. With a cocked brow Arlo turned his attention to the left where he saw Elli hurling a broken piece of metal towards him. The bloody hell is that? Did she just chuck her gun at us? It was with a jolt of surprise and amusement that the man realized what it was, and with a disbelieving smirk he brought a hand up to sweep the crucifix away, not unlike what he’d done with David’s pistol.
But it was this moment of self indulgence that brought the final blows; he had been so distracted by Elli’s resourcefulness that he was late in registering the gun shots coming simultaneously from his right. Just as the crucifix smashed into the far wall, Varrina’s two bullets broke skin and pierced him in the shoulder and the hip, urging a startled gasp from his lips as he fell sideways and hit the ground with a hard thud.
More crimson blood rushed out to greet the fresh wounds until the man looked like a mere white canvas with splashes of red paint. He was bleeding out. This was it. Arlo could feel it. But he knew he couldn’t go just yet. There were so many doubts surrounding what he was about to do, but he had to try. Otherwise, the consequences would be far worse - for everyone. He had to hold on long enough to try and rally this crew to his cause, for surely if they’d felt enough heat towards just him, they’d feel it with the rest of the Guardians.
With a big gasp of air, he slowly and painfully turned his head so that he was facing the rest of the makeshift congregation. “You lot!” he wheezed, and even though his voice was weak, they could still make out the note of authority it held, “Come here! Quickly..!”
Whether they came or not, Arlo decided to continue, knowing he didn’t have much time. Already there seemed to be some sort of semi-tranlucent gray smoke oozing out from all of his injuries, surrounding him on the ground where he lay. He knew they were going to be hesitant about approaching him, but he also knew that they hadn’t come this far just to miss out on the information that could very well give them what they’ve come for.
“Listen closely… I know what-” He was interrupted by a violent cough, which ended in a mouthful of blood. Spitting it out quickly, he continued. “I know what you’re here for… I can help you... I know you want answers... And you will find them…”
The arm that had not been shattered by Varrina’s bullet lifted slightly from the ground, his hand aiming towards the back of the church. With two fingers, he made a small circle in the air, then deliberately brought them through the middle of the shape he’d just made. As his fingers moved downward, there appeared a vertical line of very bright light, and it seemed as if some force was pulling the sight before them in half. Eventually, between two lines that were giving off a strong, pulsing golden glow, there appeared the image of a hallway that quite obviously did not belong to the church. “Through there. You’ll find what you seek through that portal.”
He paused, letting his hand drop back to the floor while he caught his breath. He was so tired… But there was no choice. He had to help them get to the others, or else his death would have been for naught. “I know you don’t trust me - and that’s all very well - but believe me when I say that... I am not the enemy.” Again, his finger twitched towards the still open portal. “The others… They’re- They’re not thinking. I was in the state you found me in because of them... They want-” Arlo spit out more blood that had pooled in the side of his mouth, “They wanted my powers, which are much stronger than theirs. And so the fuckers teamed up on me…”
Suddenly his tone took on one of pleading, and the weak look in his half-closed eyes was replaced by one of conviction. “I know this is a lot to swallow.. But if I’m right in guessing who you all are.. Then this is what you’ve been waiting for.” His expression was tinged with pain as he tried to shift into a more comfortable position, but just gave up and brought his attention back to the group. “They’ve… The other Guardians have lost their way… And they have to be taught a lesson.”
By now, the grey smoke had engulfed the entire church; there was no escaping it. The group was breathing it in involuntarily, and whether or not someone voiced reactions to its suspicious appearance, Arlo’s hand waved their troubled thoughts away dismissively. “Ah, yes, well… I couldn’t have let you all walk into our stronghold with just those flimsy pistols, could I? Don’t be afraid of it... It’s - Consider it a gift, for finishing the fight…”
The Guardian was visibly losing light, fading away with every second that slipped past. “You must find the others… And kill them,” he murmured, the lids of his eyes already slipping down without his control. “Please… It’s the only way…” He then gave his last breath and finally allowed his eyes to slip closed for the last time.
Heheh don't think too hard guys, just react! No biggie :)
^ Yes yes the first round of posts are starting to get a bit lonely, I think.
Jeeze, so much to read. But yeah, "A Little Drop of Rain" NEVER EVER fails to make me sob like a baby. It's a curse.
Have fun at prom Halo! Be safe :P
Hopefully y'all get around to keeping the IC some company today!
Have fun at prom Halo! Be safe :P
Hopefully y'all get around to keeping the IC some company today!
@Halo: Jared Leto. Of course, Jared Leto. Come on now. And umm, that may be Jumper. But I know it's definitely not Push heh.
@Aria: Oh my god my prom was also Great Gatsby themed!
But HA that's actually a funny question. I'd imagine that the females would try to blend in a little, at least.
@Aria: Oh my god my prom was also Great Gatsby themed!
But HA that's actually a funny question. I'd imagine that the females would try to blend in a little, at least.
Halo said
A mixture of things - some Fireflight, ReadySetFall, Linkin Park, Three Days Grace, that sort of thing, along with the truly heartbreaking stuff like Damien Rice, The Civil Wars, Angus and Julia Stone, and so on. I was listening to more metal earlier - stuff like Chiodos, Asking Alexandria, Bring Me The Horizon, etc. I've always had fairly diverse taste, so even in those days there was a broad range of stuff, but generally my tastes used to fall under metal/hard rock for the most part. So, unable to sleep, of course I'm just sitting here post-dawn headbanging :P
Oh man, I miss it haha. I remember having the hugest crush on Oliver Sykes from Bring Me The Horizon back in the day. Lately I've been listening to a lot of 90s rock, like Stone Temple Pilots, Live, and Pearl Jam. Makes me a very happy Bliss.
Can't wait to read how everyone reacts to getting drenched to the bone heheh. And happy Thursday! I'm kicking the morning off by watching Push the movie. Again, one of my favorites.
^ Very true. What are you listening to, anyway?
At the time, definitely. But it's even more fun to look back at it, LOL. It was a strange time in my life, but I don't doubt going through it, because it's good for a lot of laughs, I think.
Aw man, that must be hard, especially since I'm assuming you enjoy singing. I've only ever sung in band situations and have never really done anything as challenging as opera, so I can't even imagine how much stress it must have been putting on it... And HAHA aw aw you're so sweet! Jeeze, I can only hope it turns out that way lol. But I'm still a baby and I have a looooooooooooong way to go before I even get to a point where I can just begin to graze that league. Thank you for your confidence, however. It means a lot :)
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