Freeshooter92

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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FFFFFFFFFFF I'll rewrite it later, fuck.

@Freeshooter92

Fixed it. Also, I already wrote my report, YEUH.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

@Freeshooter92, I think I should mention that the message Ssarak sent to Khan was telepathic, so Grey would not hear it.

@EliteCommander

FFFFFFFFFFF I'll rewrite it later, fuck.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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The winds will cease their harsh misery for all time now.

@cqbexpt

HOLY SHIT WHO TURNED OFF THE SUN I CAN'T SEE, FUCK

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Grey had himself spoken very little once things had settled down. He had initially tried to see to the Nagas wounds, but they... adamantly refused his offers. No, instead he spent his time sat on a nearby coffin, scribbling notes away in a notepad... Ever the dutiful employee, he was now writing a report of (what he believed to be) the end of this sordid affair. He made several notes and annotations, most advising a close eye to be kept on Tyrael. However, he was also sure to insist that something... foul was afoot, stuff above his pay grade. When Khan arrived, he saw Orleah first. He grit his teeth and tensed, but calmed when he remembered that the creature wasn't rogue anymore... He then realized Khan was here. "Ah, greetings my lord." He said courteously, waving a hand.

He was sure things wouldn't be... quite as peaceful as he had liked but he chose not to butt in too much to the conversation... he was mostly just making his presence known. Apparently one of the other students had been injured, but there were others to help her, his presence would only further complicate matters. Besides, if they needed him, they'd call for him. He put his writing utensils away after a while, pretty much stuck just sitting around.

A moment later, he felt... something. Some sort of ominous presence, a sense of dread. He kept quiet, though he was sure to reattach his shield and make sure his weapon was in reach.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Grey watched the man unfaltering, his gaze hard as he grit his teeth... His eye widened in shock when he saw him raise a hand toward his own student and the girl he was currently tasked with defending. He took a step, planning to roll over and block a possible attempt on Colette's life, but he was more than a little surprised to find that Tyrael had... listened to them. There was no attack. He simply returned them to the real world, Grey's own formidable self not so much as stumbling in the process. He sighed, looking down to his axe as this crisis was at least resolved... Though he did not let his guard down, not fully.

"Understood, Sir. I shall keep an eye on them" He said, nodding before looking around. "Though I'm not sure it's over yet. There's still the matter of your impostor, and it seems to want me very, very dead." He said, looking back to Ssarak. "Ssarak, did you see where it ran off to?"

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

I'm a Metal Gear character. Just wanted to say something.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

If Coco were still around, she might force you to be a tree hugger. Literally.

@EliteCommander

Aw, now I'm sad...

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Quick! Everyone attack the master demonmancer!

@cqbexpt

Hell no, I ain't attacking until he attacks first. But he's not just gonna stand by and say he let him kill them.

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

After Grey had cleaved the Naga's head off, the axe had evidently thrown a fit... Perhaps it didn't know what a maliced naga was. -That Naga was in malice, it was a rage-fueled zombie. The Naga it used to be was already dead...- He said to it, grimacing at the flaky, weak appearance it had taken... He had looked back to the shapeshifter quickly enough to see it devour the Naga's corpse and throw itself in the middle, pulsing... That wasn't a good sign. "Move!" He shouted, shoving past Ssarak as he leapt onto the creature, holding his shield to protect his face... And then, it exploded into sharp, piercing spikes... Spikes that could not pierce his armor, breaking as they slammed against the steel. That did not mean he was unharmed, for it felt as if he'd just suffered over a dozen pike blows at once, sending him back a short ways and slamming his shield into his head...

He groaned, dazed by the blows as he rose... He may have blacked out, he couldn't be sure. While the impact would have rendered a normal man unconscious for far longer, he was far from normal... He looked around, ears ringing... He saw... no hounds. -T-tyrfing?- he 'asked', wondering if the weapon could hear him. He had woken just in time to see... demons, and something that could only be Tyrael... He was telling them to leave so he could 'deal' with the Naga... As the ground around them shifted into some kind of hellscape he simply stepped forward, putting him ahead of the others, between them and Tyrael. He was very obviously exhausted, his face bruised... He reached up, grabbing at his eyepatch and tearing the sweat-soaked thing off his face. He looked up to Tyrael, his good eye a bright contrast to the dark glass orb that acted as a space filler on the other side of his face.

"He's right, Tyrael." He said, looking down and then up again. "Would you murder helpless civilians? What may very well be the last of the Naga?" He said, grimacing as he remembered the diplomat's words... He looked him straight in... where his eyes would be. "We will take them back, and ask Satori to talk to them, understand? And if you disagree, well..." He raised his shield, axe remaining lowered to make it clear he had no intent of going on the attack. "You'll have to go through me first." Internally, he was a lot less sure... emotions running wild, fear prevalent... -Tyrfing, if you're there... Look, I know I'm not the 'champion' you wanted but... Please, I need your help. I can't defeat him on my own power, I need your strength if it comes to that...-