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The War That Ended All Wars [Applications Open]

@Kuro
Heart still is beating, I’m just mulling over a few character ideas with the setting. The premise is awesome and well articulated, but I’m not gunna lie, I rarely write in this setting-type! So I’m still getting my bearings!

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

@Cu Chulainn
Banchou boy is accepted, swing him over and message me on discord about what type of job in the DSC he'd like to head.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

C H A P T E R 1

N o t A S i n g l e S t a r
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Fort Hood, Texas
—- // JANUARY 23

@Zoey White
"Copy" Antoine quietly muttered as he quietly crept out from the tub and slid the tacky shower curtains out of his way. The master bedroom had obviously been occupied by the person of interest that had been targeted, though even if Antoine could quietly silence the man- the whole point was to deploy the device in Akasha's possession.

"Easy in, easy out it seems. This sucks, I always get the boring missions. Thank you for the assistance Poison Ivy, I'll take it from here." Akasha hissed out in anger, quietly she opened the door of the laundry room entering the kitchen. She would then quietly kneel down unto the hardwood floor and unslung the pack from her back setting it down and unzipping it. The moment of truth, what exactly was the point of this whole mission? Akasha unveiled a metal device littered with wires, small flashing lights, and three glass phials of thick viscous red fluid.

The device hummed to life and begun to spin and whir as Akasha completely activated it. The fluid would begin to distribute trace amounts of red vapor into the air. Akasha held her breath as the substance began to slowly fill the room, her hand would flatten and beckon 2 to come closer, perhaps asking for assistance? "Push the red button once the room fills up." She quickly spat out, raising back to her feet and crawling back out of the window falling into the thorny bush thoughtlessly before beginning to cough hoarsely. She pulled the mask above her mouth and breathed in the fresh air as the smoky-unnatural flavors would be purified with that earthy Texas air.

Meanwhile, 2 would not be effected by the substance. Actually, the strong smell would be alluring to her- leaving a strange sensation throughout her entire body. Antoine would stand quietly and wait for the red vapor to make it's way through the house and finally into that bedroom in particular. "And that's my queue. Sweet dreams, princess." The tan gentleman spoke quietly to himself, these poor folks, just what exactly did they do to the church to deserve this? "Hit the button thirty seconds." He spoke into his communicator and quietly stepped back towards the bathroom, creeping behind the curtains and making his way to the window he entered from.

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???, Romania
Midnight// JANUARY 24

@OwO
"Oh my sweet 6. Everything is fine, completely and utterly fine. I called for that train after-all remember?" The chubby little blonde spectacled man spoke, the expression of nonchalance plastered up his face.

Within a few moments more reinforcements would begin to pull in from the south, likely having followed the car on it's way to the border. About fifty or so armed men unpacked themselves from the five utility vehicles that dregged through the snow, it was enough to even out the forces sent by whoever this attacking agency was. They coagulated themselves into formations and forced themselves forward pressing the majority of the enemy forces behind the snow train. That damn thing was a tank, refusing to even take a dent from the barrage of bullets that poured down onto it's left-facing side. The fat bastard gave 6 a quaint pat on the head, running his fingers through her hair for a few moments before returning it to his side and beginning to walk towards the large vehicular shield. Bullets would take aim at our fat bastard a few times, though he would gracefully manage to avoid them each time. Eventually he would reach the side opposing the mass of enemy soldiers at this snow-tank, the chubby little man would place his black boot square onto the long square step that ran along this side. And then, he would pull at the large metallic door opening the-

And then, something in the handler's mind told him to slam that door shut. He quickly jumped down before remembering what 6 said about the assailaint she had faced. "It couldn't be." He snarled, flashing his teeth, the look of unyielding anger and a psyche struggling to maintain it's composure would be plainly visible for all to see. But then, just as quickly as that look appeared- he wiped some drips of drool from his lower lip and flattened his back to the door before screaming out to the promised child. "Inside the train!" Hearing the man scream, the psychic boy glared down in anger- another opportunity had now passed and he would need to think quickly or this opportunity would pass once again. He stared down, and struggled to speak- as he so rarely could. "Sister."

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Several Miles from Varkhaus, Finland [Wilderness]
Midnight // JANUARY 24

@ERode
The pilot gasped as this whole interaction between himself, the child, and the gunsteel amalgamation went down. But still, even the PTSD would have to wait as the radio began to speak in German, though he was not fluent in such a language. "Fuck it, let's head towards that gunshot." He pointed, a look of stress upon his face. These guys weren't anything that the Saint couldn't handle but, the fact that they had gotten the intel to attack her of all people was unnerving to the man.

On her front, the Saint had been making a slow predatory advance towards the sniper. He was camouflaged beneath a white ghillie suit and a blanket of snow, but this woman wasn't your run-of-the-mill mercenary. To be endowed with the title of "Saint" you must first die, this is symbolized by the church erasing all prior history of the person- sometimes they would even kill all members of their family even bleeding into the extended. Then the person must become a servant of god, simply working for the church doesn't really classify for this, you need to assist the church greatly to be considered such a thing and as such it takes a few years of hard service to accomplish. The third step is to perform a miracle, while there are thousands of rumors about this- nobody really knows what this entails but there are only a handful of saints so something near impossible being enacted would make sense. And then canonisation, which results in the being renamed to that of Saint ______. Saints are the closest thing people could relate to a promised child, they have been witnessed taking on entire battalions of people on their own. And our lovely Saint Augustine was enacting this right now, though she was definitely not suited for long range. She quickly darted behind tree after tree to avoid the sniper rounds, the cold was painful, but the adrenaline throughout her body pushed her forward for survival. Eventually she would catch a glimpse of the flash of gunfire and the woman's feet would dig deep into the ground and her eyes would momentarily glow golden. As she kicked the earth out from beneath her feet the earth would lightly for a moment, snow, roots, and rubble all flying away in her accelerated movement. To any who would see, it would seem as though she was flying- cuts forming along her face and shoulders as she swept through branches and shrubbery until eventually reaching the estimated location of the sniper. This person quickly rose to their feet, but it was too late as the Saint came down with a clenched fist to the earth below.

B o o m!

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St. Peterburgh, Russia
Midnight // JANUARY, 23

@Rune_Alchemist@Kazemitsu
3's stronger explosion would actually result in greater damage than the spectator would expect, the warping the frame of the Gardna and knocking the magnetized plating clean off. However, their one-on-one strength was quite definitely not their purpose. They were a formated based attack unit, and upon seeing one of their fellow men be wounded so greatly, four of the Gardna engaged upon the shadow-wielding assassin ferociously. Their weapons were less uniform, did these machines actually have some form of sentience? Nonetheless, they slashed out with their spears in different intervals. The frontmost would follow 3's movements even noticing his use of shadows and began to reactively stab and lunge into the patches of darkness preemptively. The second would be in constant movement, patrolling the location faster than all of the other guards in exchange for the lack of any form of guard. The third held broke his spear in hald, using one half of the weapon's pole to jab into itself prying open it's core to give the light within it's body more exposure creating a sort of "body flashlight" following the first's attacking Gardna and seemingly attempting to extinguish the shadows that he attacked upon. The last one moved up to defend the wounded Gardna, was the only of the ones with personality to maintain some defensive stance and stood resillient in an attempt to stave off any incoming attacks.

Meanwhile, our acid-spewing child up top would be successful in causing her opponents to fall down a level and disintegrating many of the wiring that ran through that level of ceiling which resulting in the lights on the second-floor to completely go out. What an opportune accident! This second group of Gardna would regroup as they made contact with ground once again, they formed a circle with their spears extended out defensively.

BEEEEEEEEEEP!

An ear piercing screech would be emitted at every corner of the building's speaker system, it would disorient the promised children and likely cause them a noticeable amount of pain. And then smoke, thick black clouds would roll out from every vent overpowering the poisonous vapor that flowed before. It was difficult to breath in even for these promised children, humans would likely die of asphyxiation quite quickly- how would they handle it? Probably better than your average human but it would still be rough to inhale.

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Tokyo, Japan
Evening// JANUARY 24

@Melkor
5's keeper reached through the crowd and outstretched a hand to grasp his masquerade that was created by the wrist. She tugged at it and with her shredded lady strength would be most likely be able to lift the figure up and would begin to pull her out from the crowd. People within the crowd looked at Henrietta strangely as 5's manifestation would begin to be dragged upon the concrete away from the situation. But this whole endeavor would be cut short as the police and military began to arrive. There wasn't a lot, two HUMV's holding six agents within each. They streamed out and quickly forced their way through the crowd of now confused people.

"Where is this monster?" Asked one green-capped man in Japanese fatigues.
"IT JUST RANDOMLY DISAPPEARED! IT KILLED A BUNCH OF PEOPLE!" Screamed a distressed citizen, tears wellen in their red eyes.

There was indeed an entire scene of visceral, horrible, carnage stretched across the area. The soldiers grimaced and one of them with a black medical mask began to take samples of the gore placing them into small clear vials. Were they actually trying to protect the citizens or were they just conducting research? Henrietta took a few deep breaths before kneeling down and helping 5 up. She made eye contact with the disguised figure and looked at him with a stern, serious expression. "You've devoured more than most of your brothers and sisters. If you don't stop, I'm going to have to end the mission and send you back to get repurposed. You probably don't remember what that means, but, I can assure you that you won't like it. So calm your god damned appetite, you fucking demon."

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Geneva, Switzerland
Midnight// JANUARY 24

@Eleven
"Nope. We would've if your brother's Keeper didn't make a whole stink out of things. But now we're actually going to be heading to the battlefield, not like you care, but I actually enjoyed the laidback job we had here. We're heading north to join the effort against Russia. Gabriel said that your voracity is better suited killing heretics, so that's where we will be heading. For now, we wait for our ride- they'll take us to whatever transportation they wanna offer us."

Emm was clearly angered by this whole interaction, though it was obvious that anger was not entirely aimed at the promised child but instead at the scenario. Though his indifference towards her did always seem to anger her, though, he wholeheartedly did not care about how she reacted to his personality as it was his job to watch her and maintain her safety, not make sure she's a happy camper. He mindlessly watched the massacre of the people who wandered out of the ballroom, plucking a cigarette from out of his pocket and plopping the thing in his mouth before taking a long drag of that wispy grey smoke. His eyes rolled, and then fixated on the parking lot as a smaller black car made it's way by and stopped directly before him. The man in the passenger seat quickly got out and opened the rear door facing Emmanuel and bowing to him, and then Emm quietly got into the back seat and called out. "Let's go. You may actually be able to speak to one of your brothers or sisters on this mission. We'll see how my mood is."

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Liverpool, England
01:00// JANUARY 24

@Vocab
"Because god wills it, sweet child. And as the hands of our beloved father of all, we must perform these actions without needless though. Smite down those who oppose us, burn their corpses, eat their ashes, and move on to the next."

He then calmly took the fourteen's order, taking point, and he was very extra about it. He seemed to slip out of a psychological presence in reality, turning this into some sort of video games as he formed his hands into a finger gun and quietly crept towards the entrance of the docks. His stomach rumbled, he was hungry, would that be heard by these patrolling enemies? Nope definitely not, many of them were off their guard- talking amongst eachother, smoking joints, drinking. Most of the cover on their way to this location was in the form of towering stacks of aluminum and wooden crated. They worked nicely as the priest went James Bond popping behind each of the towers for cover, he would wave his hands out towards fourteen to come match his movements as he lead the charge. He would then look at her, and silently count with his lips 1.. 2.. 3... "Hello! Heathens of this dying country, God has come to save your sorry souls and take you to the golden gates of heaven. Now, join me in this accelerated salvation!" He flashed his teeth, shut his eyes and then aimed his finger gun at two of the mercenaries. Strangely, the people he aimed at just fell over unconscious, or perhaps they actually died? This priest was such an enigma.

Upon his little act, several groups of these armed individuals began to fire towards him as he ducked back behind the nearest tower of shipping crates. Ten or so others ran towards the eastern building which had already been pretty tightly guarded, the detail had roughly doubled in size. And now it was up to fourteen to take care of the rest, his old tricks would only work the first time with this many people.

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Berlin, Germany
01:15// JANUARY 24

@Savo
"Takeout is fine, just make sure she doesn't leave the location. She'll have eyes on her for the next couple months, this is our only chance. So don't fuck this up. Drag it out if you need to." The ginger-haired handler's voice was a start contrast from 9's.

Meanwhile, the grand and powerful Ms. Ridenour had just been leaving the embassy with several security details in tow. Waiting outside for them all was the French Ambassador, two other cronies, and a female mercenary hired for the ambassador's own security- poor woman. As the large group of government officials moved to their bulletproof vans, cars, truck, it was actually a pretty diverse convoy of vehicles- the chancellor would look back to an older bald man at her left before entering the large silver van that was her ride. "Make sure that the shipment paperwork gets done by the end of the month. Less than a week Theodore, that's all you have, and if you don't get it done- your weapons will be dispersed among the people of Germany and that is all." She spat angrily, her eyebrows crossing as she domineered in height over the man.

"Y-yes ma'am. Though, I am confused why the Americans wish for this technology anyways- I understand they plan to begin assisting the Russians soon, but don't they have their own weapons they are hoarding for themselves?" He was shrewd, or just outright terrified of the six-foot something raven-haired woman. She was quite imposing.

"You know how Americans are. They'll steal ideas from whoever they can." She snickered briefly before entering her vehicle and shutting the door. And upon this notion, the convoy was off, and the chancellors vehicle held three other people. The French Ambassador whom was believed to be an informant for them, leaking intel on the church to them- which he actually was, killing two birds with one stone here. Her driver was a trusted hitman and long-time friend of the chancellor a Polish man who simply went by 'Glove', and in the passenger seat next to glove was his apprentice in the making, a young girl with a shaved head- couldn't have even been in her twenties.

"Fifteen more minutes, 9, do your thing.." 9's handler tapped his watch.

Only a Human System: a Post-Apocalyptic Science Fiction and Fantasy RP

Listen to the whispers.

^{Now, let me taste your magic.}

Sex: Female

Age: Fifty-seven years old

Species: Sialot is a sub-species of fairy known as a Dusk Imp. They retain of youthful appearance like most fairies, aging into the decades while still appearing by human standards to be a child. They are also endowed with various otherworldly features like horns, fangs, tendrils, scales, really anything that would be perceived as unusual for a figure with their appearance. Dusk Imps are mostly nocturnal, not quite being harmed by the sun but their sensitive porcelain skin doesn't quite agree with it for extended lengths of time. But what is most definable to Dusk Imps is their thirst for magic, literally being able to feed on creatures and sap their sources for themselves.

Personality: The Imp is a volatile creature, prone to lashing out in fits of anger and resorting to physical means to resolve conflicts. This does not mean that Imps are mindless creatures of hostility, rather, to those who this Imp classifies as a friend have difficulty prying this creature away. They are borderline parasitic by nature, wishing to be close to those whom are easy to feed upon and are easier for the creature to get along with, but simultaneously they are a bit prideful and will refuse to admit to most unhealthy behavioral patterns. Sialot_{[pronounced as "Charlotte" or "Shallot" depending on who you ask]} embodies all of these aspects of her race, though she isn't quite as juvenile due to her age and experience. More than anything Sialot embodies the parasitic nature of her people, she is manipulative, often finding difficulty within herself differentiating food from friend half of the time.

History: The Pallid Tree, a towering monolith of twisted ivory and sanguine leaves, dripping with inky black sap, this is the birthplace and home to all Dusk Imps. It is here that Sialot's story began, tearing herself out from the bark and breathing her first few breaths of air. Her hair was raven-black, her skin a dulled gray, the vapors of the forest would fill her nostrils and then hunger would set in. This was the fate of every Imp that was born, thus why there were no brothers or sisters nearby at this time. As a member of fairy-kind she was born with a certain degree of knowledge and purpose, all Sialot knew was her own name and that she was hungry- her senses drew her away from The Pallid Tree and out into the great unknown.

Her travels first brought her to a small village occupied by less than fifty people, there was only one person that Sialot smelled here and it was an elderly man who had only a few days left in the world of the living. Sialot had no knowledge on what would occur after she fed on someone, and thus she simply sunk her sharpened fangs into the elderly man's neck and drank in his blood and along with it whatever remnants of magic were left flowing in his veins. There had been a large number of witnesses the first time she had fed, the elder's family, a doctor, a few of his family members drew weapons on Sialot and attacked her quite successfully. She backed away and hissed and growled like a wild animal with crimson dripping from it's mouth, were her reactions not heightened she likely would have died. But alas she would escape and from this experience she'd learned that ^food did not enjoy being eaten. Soon after she would learn that other, less intelligent creatures that had smells could be fed upon, silver stags, small wyverns, anything with even the traces of magic in it that she could consume. Over time with her travels she would garner the knowledge she needed to survive. She learned the food's language, she learned how the food lived and talked and socialized among themselves, and most importantly she learned how to pretend.

It took her a couple years, but eventually she blossomed into an accomplished hunter of all magical creatures and not long after she would undergo a metamorphosis that all Dusk Imps go through. As a magical creature, rather than having a soul of any sort- she has a core made of the very aether she feeds upon. Each Fairy has a core, ranging in size, color, magical properties, you name it, and eventually when they reach a certain age the core will sprout like a seed from within them giving the Fairy the plethora of mystical qualities they are known for. Typically this change results in the species sprouting wings, but for Dusk Imps they instead grow horns from atop they head flowing rich and vibrantly with magical radiance. The horns and even Sialot's eyes would glow an ember gold, and to those who were more sensitive to the auras of magic would notice an overpowering heat from these features. With her newfound power she continued her nomadic lifestyle, hopping from one group to another, blending in with society where she could- feeding when she could.

Abilities:
L o s t l i g h t - _{"Follow me. Follow me. Follow me." The Lostlight is an aura spell that is cast from Sialat's eyes that draws a viewer in and upon extended exposure complete enamors them with curiosity. While under the Lostlight's effects any sort of trauma or severe pain will snap them from the lasting spell, but other than that or the good will of a passing mage- they are completely under the whim of the predator that has ensnared them.}
E m b e r t o n g u e - _{"We speak to flames, to flames we speak. In hopes to that, they'll burn the weak." Upon Sialot's metamorphosis she gained the ability to speak to lesser fire spirits, beings of pure elemental fire that dwell within the realm unseen. To ordinary men and women Sialot would seemingly speak to hearths, torches, or other sources that are set aflame. To them she'd seem crazy, but she indeed communing with these creatures and is able to ask for their aid and conjure them to a certain degree. Two in particular are summoned by the Fairy quite often, Brym, and Charr, which take the appearance of dog-sized quadroped creatures with canine skulls.}
R y m f i r e - _{"Within me dwells mother." The complete magical offense of Sialot is that of her Rymfire. This spell is a simple one, versatile, and powerful, pulling the vast reserves of magic out from the caster's being and igniting that aether into searing hot blue-fire that seems to never extinguish. There is a limited amount of this resource, and as such, it must be utilized carefully in order to not leave herself unguarded without any to use. She can manipulate the shape, direction, and severity of this flame. She is able to shroud herself within it as she is resistant to the Rymfire's heat and additionally she is capable of even endowing the flame unto those she wishes it to not burn. She is a bit of a one-trick pony when it comes to combative capabilities but in return, she makes up for it in character!}

Only a Human System: a Post-Apocalyptic Science Fiction and Fantasy RP

Deciding between Kitsune & Fairy, but once I decide I’ll get a sheet up.

My 'Hero' Academia - The Devil's Due - Villain Roleplay

Tentative interest!

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

_{9 P.M: Bright Sky, Hidden By Rainclouds}

@OwO@Yankee@Vocab@Aviaire

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<sup>So many conflicting personalities. What a makeshift council we have this generation, but they were all strong and the Storm Pillar knew this more so than any of them. His time would be over soon, and these runts would be the ones who last after he was gone. Could he trust that future in them? He wasn't so sure, and his face painted with disdain was all the more a display of his feelings for the group. But there was hope, the Storm Pillar glanced over to Kuuto and flashed his teeth for a very brief moment- probably not that noticeable, hopefully. But his thoughts would need to directed at the subject matter once again, these younguns needed direction at the least.

"There is always the possibility that one of the surviving Demon Moons is capable of creating more demons with their blood. While these types are rare, they do exist- and if they do the demon threat will never become extinct. As for our own extinction, what's wrong with that? A world that doesn't require the Demon Slaying Corps is a better world with one less plague upon mankind, and if your ego is too large to recognize this then you- HAVE NO PLACE AMONG THE PILLARS! Kiyoura, keep an eye on our supply routes as the traitor may leak the information on their locations to an enemy. Kikumi, I would like you to take in ten-to-twenty of the fresh recruits into your classes for training. We're going to need as many strong-bodied warriors as possible. Maria, while the elite teams are hunting down the traitor we'll need your sect to continue the war on the remaining demons- delegate as you wish, I know your hatred for the scum is as deep as my own. Even use that filthy foreigner if you like, I don't care. As for you Fushigi, let your pigeons do as you please- but I believe your resources would be much better suited finding the final Demon Moons. We haven't found any of the remaining three, and that is your job. But alas' I am only but the policing Pillar, in charge of our laws and regulations- you all may do as you please. I'll begin conducting random interrogations on the demon slayers who are not directly serving underneath a pillar, after that, I will begin interrogations on those beneath all of you.

One last thing, the Army has kidnapped a few of the potential recruits before they could reach this most recent Final Selection. There are enemies at every direction no matter what era we live in, so don't let your guard down- this meeting is over unless any of you have some parting words."

The Storm Pillar stomped his right foot hard on the wooden floor, so hard that an echo would travel throughout the bottom floor of the facility. Upon this action the Pillar's pupils within the establishment would snap their eyes open wide and stand, those stationed near doors would quickly slide open each entrance and then return to a stand-still post. They would not even acknowledge the pillars, though the Tsuguko was given some leeway with this but others whom were still at the bottom of the totem pole would be punished if they made a single emote.</sup>

_{9 P.M: Bright Sky, Hidden By Rainclouds}

@addamas

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<sup>"If the idiot wants to die, let him die. Demon boy, Fushigi-san's reports said your name was Kuchizaki. What a strange name, did you take to calling yourself that as a demon- or were you born with it? And if is your given name, your mother is a stupid~bitch~!" The River Pillar snickered like a spoiled child, turning his sights to his student-friend-partner Nobu. "Oi, Nobu. I give you permission to take this shithead's sword if he dies- But you can't eat him. Actually, maybe you can take a bit or two."

The student merely grunted in response to the Pillar's words. Could he still be called that now that he'd defected? To be a pillar you would need to be a member of the Demon Slaying Corps, right? No way would he need to bow his head and deal with this punk's bullshit any longer than he had to. "Keep talking like that, you're the one who invited me to tag along with you. I was just trying to keep Kuchizaki alive. You just seem like a bored child looking for the next thing to entertain yourself." The student spat, coughing up blood from the exhausting of his lungs and wincing with every step of pain.

"Calm down, keep walking, there is obviously a destination in mind. Right? And as for my name, no it's not my given name- I left that behind a long time ago." The demon frowned as their march continued. Tamagawa nodded, not quite wishing to offer words to the two strangers at the moment as they would get their answer within an hour or so. Their destination was actually a hidden facility, secluded, well-guarded, it was definitely something they would see. As they stomped over shrubbery, loose branches, water pouring down over them, the journey would seem a lot shorter than it actually was. And the fact that this organization could settle themselves so close by, it was frightening. But what found them when they reached that destination was what made the River Pillar the most anxious, just who exactly were the members of this Shingetsu?

"There's no point in trying to talk to this guy. My master used to tell me all the time, that the River Pillar was a thick, simple-minded, monkey of a swordsman. With his big sword, and his eccentric personality, Master never understood why the Ubuyashiki Clan liked him so much. Now that he's defected, I wonder what they'll think of that decision."</sup>

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

Pitch it to me in PM or post it here Byleth. The choice is yours!

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

@Kazemitsu

You used the word grenade. Easy fix. You should also probably join the discord so it's easier to coordinate, my guy.

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

C H A P T E R 1

N o t A S i n g l e S t a r
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Fort Hood, Texas
—- // JANUARY 23

@Zoey White
"Let's get the show on the road." Antoine rolled his eyes and replied rolling out black ski masks from his pocket, tossing one to 2 and then reaching up to place one over his own face.

"I brought my own." Akasha quickly noted, donning their own ski mask. They'd then quickly fire the handler and 2 a kawaii peace sign before jogging towards the very home the operation revolved around.

There were flower hedges around the face of the building, creating natural barriers around windows to dissuade any curious or ill-willed perpetrators from peering within. This wouldn't be a problem for our 2 though as nature as a whole bent to her whim. Akasha had the knowledge of this, turning towards her and quietly gesturing towards a window close to their garage. L a u n d r y R o o m. Such a serious operation just to break into a lowly military leader's home, where his wife and children likely safely slept in peace without a worry in the world.

Antoine on the other hand made his way to the rear of the house, shuffling through thick grass and layers of sandspur which stuck to every part of him. Eventually he would reach his own window, exposed, small, but he could squeeze in if he was careful. He drew a six inch, thin, tactical knife from his waist and pressed it carefully through below the screen layer over the glass popping it out. Then the knife's tip would even more carefully be wedged in the space between the two glass panels. His gloved hand would slowly add pressure till it reached the locking mechanism and then he would quickly pull up to unlock the window. Then, like a snake Antoine reached his forebody through the bathroom window ending up in the Master Bedroom's shower within their bathroom. Shower curtains of dark-green and navy blue patterns blocked vision of his entry, and he quietly sat with quiet breathing before pressing a button attached to his belt.

On Akasha's waist a faint green light would be triggered by Antoine's device, marking his successful entry, infiltration was his forte after all. She would dust her hands for a moment as she waited for 2 to breach the window that had been directed towards. "Your keeper is in, let us hope he fulfills his job so we may fulfill ours."

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???, Romania
Midnight// JANUARY 24

@OwO
As the wall came crashing down and the reinforced steel flying into the building as the charge detonated, soldiers within ducked and dived for cover. Six screamed orders at them, and while in most scenarios they would just ignore the creature- this was life for death. They screamed primal roars in defiance of their fate, aiming their rifles out into the smoke firing aimlessly outside in hopes of taking down their enemies before they could breach their building. There were a few groans and yelps in pain, but not as many as those soldiers would have liked and the sounds could have very well came from the ongoing battle going on outside.

The telekinetic boy would sense something strange as the smoke rose and clouds of stone residue blew in the snowy wind. His eyes were drawn towards the snowy ground below curiously, unknowingly, but the urges of instinct drew him to run towards the soldiers that were positioned for cover behind the snow-train. It was a short jog away, the distance would take only a minute to cover but could that minute be all it took for his own demise. The boy was young, but not entirely dumb, he made a break for it watching the ground and generally behind him as he sprinted and slipped on snow as adrenaline pumped through his veins screaming 'D a n g e r!'.

Meanwhile, a car would just be making its way into the battlefield. Rifle fire would make its way to the moving vehicle, piercing the glass and aluminum along the good until the driver came to an abrupt stop. The driver armed himself opening the door and ducking behind it for cover before aiming through the window to fire at a group of stationary rifleman that were firing at them in particular. It was quite the distance to aim with his small handgun, though he'd luckily hit one of ten men in the shoulder, knocking them down and taking them out of the battle. Out of the rear door came out Six's handler, a smile of almost relief painted boldly across his chubby face. He held no gun, instead within his fingers were several throwing knives. Gunfire would make it's way to him, and inhumanly the man dodged each bullet ease. It was an eerie sight, no gun, bladed weapons, his advance was a calm casual stride as he tossed one blade at a time effortlessly at the rifleman who fired- striking three directly between the eyes at nigh unavoidable speed. The fourth was hit in the hand, which was due to him raising his arms up to aim at the man he would survive but lose a few fingers instead.

"Now, where is my Six?"

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Several Miles from Varkhaus, Finland [Wilderness]
Midnight // JANUARY 24

@ERode
"What a terrifying power you have there. That's some X-Men shit." The pilot grunted as he took aim at the defenseless men and women whom had all of their belongings reaped away from them effortless by the boy.

The man advanced out towards the people, he was pretty quick for someone who was just complaining about the cold and hunger a few moments ago. Maybe it was the thought of food, warmer clothing, or perhaps just the thrill of battle. Nonetheless, he quickly made headway on their fleeing positions and fired his handgun at the left leg of a larger blonde, fair-skinned, male causing his sprints to be briskly interrupted. The german man had become airborne flying forward with the propulsion of his run and smacking into the ground with a slide across frost below.

The others would be left to 13 or free to flee back to wherever they came from. Though, the pilot would focus all his efforts on the wounded man on the ground. He lurched over him as he squatted down and extended a hand over the man's head, his clutch grasped into the german's golden locks tugging his head up by his hair and turning it manually to make him face the pilot. "Strange for you guys to get information about the church. Maybe someone a few notches up on the totem pole, but the very bottom? Who hired you - no - who hired your organization to go after the kid?"

"We aren't after the kid." He groaned.

"Then wh- Augustine." He dropped the wounded man on his face, turning back to 13 with a loud audible shout into his direction, echoing through the forest. "They're after the Saint! We're heading in her direction!" He would then fire another round into the blonde man's other legs completely disabling him from leaving the tree he laid under.

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St. Peterburgh, Russia
Midnight // JANUARY, 23

@Rune_Alchemist@Kazemitsu
The explosion of shadow would erupt from the guard's shoulder. While metal would warp out from the point of explosion, the innards, cables, fibers, and other workings within the guards were resilient. Of course, recognizing their target's response to target their cores was acted upon. The plating that was grounded in defense quickly raised up and spun back to guards' chests and shoulders and their speed revitalized as they quickly took to a speedier offense against the shadow-wielding promised child. Two in particular took the vanguard, dashing towards him with ex-shaped attacks slashes of their armaments. All the while, simultaneously the the others would begin to surround number 3.

"If my toys were that easy to break, I would have never been hired to bring you guys in." The rough voice spoke nonchalantly over the loudspeaker system. Punctuating his statement were a series of loud, exaggerated, mocking laughs that cracked and buzzed through the microphone he spoke into. "Also, there's no point destroying all the cameras. My Gardna's eyes are my eyes, so unless you plan on trying to tear their heads off, I'll be seeing a whole lot of you. Also, you, on the third floor-- 11, that's right, I know what your subject names are! Good luck trying to corrode my toys, they were specifically created with durability in mind."

Upon the third floor as 11 charged in for a flank, the guards spun into action at the ready though one unlucky Gardna would be leaped upon and barraged with layers of her noxious substance. While the innards would take some time to corrode, the reinforced plating covering the gardna would take the brunt of acidic residue without any issue. Though like the gardna on the lower floors, realizing that their enemy was aiming for their vital locations-- the wounded gardna would pull back to their rear of their formation while two would chase after the figure who dipped away.

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Tokyo, Japan
Evening// JANUARY 24

@Melkor
"9 1 1, What is your emergency?"
"Yes! There's a monster! GPS our location! Send the military!"
"We've zeroed in on you, forces are on their way!"
"Thank you!"

The crowd of people ran from the faceless amalgamation that outraged within the crowd of people. Some were not so lucky and were consumed by the creature, others were wounded by lashing tendrils, but it wouldn't be long until armed men would show up to kill 5 or atleast constrain him and take him into custody. Somehow. A few people in the crowd even began to livestream the scene with their smartphone, posting the creature on social media, sending it to news sources, it wouldn't be long until the whole thing went viral. Henrietta was going to regret this.

Speaking of her, while in the middle of her investigating within the apartment people would begin flying out of their apartments and running to the elevator as if there were some emergency going on. "The monster is supposed to be a few blocks away! Lets go before the military comes!" Said a very tall japanese man in his mid to late twenties by estimation, following him were a few similar in age though not nearly as tall. Luckily Henrietta caught his eye and he stopped in his tracks as he took interest in the burly looking woman. "Hey there, wanna come see history be made?" Which the handler flashed a predatory smile towards the man, shaking her head innocently. "Would I?" Then nodding in acceptance, following the group into the elevator and taking the long trip down.

As the crowd exited the apartment building, crowds were beginning to rush through the streets like a living-breathing river. The roars of dialogue and random noises made it difficult to pick anything really useful from the masses, but Henrietta blended in thankfully and followed the flow until it took them to the destination. Her hunt would soon be over, and then the next step would simply be to get her reigns back on him and disappear again. But the fact that this was making news, probably on a national level would result in some consequences. Nonetheless, she would finally make contact with 5, looking at his shell of his former self was a bit of a sight for sore eyes.

"Five. You forgot the mission. Get your head together, or you're going to die." She spoke just audibly within the roaring crowd of people for 5 to hear, and if he did, her voice would sound soothing to the creature- quelling his nerves and filling him with the sense of euphoria.

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Geneva, Switzerland
Midnight// JANUARY 24

@Eleven
“There you are, sorry about the wait.” Emm was the first figure to walk out from the building donning the same smile-faced mask as the man. Then behind him a crowd of surviving figures dressed well, though splatters and stains of blood littered their clothing. Even Emm had some blood around his sleeves and even some sanguine clumps within his hair.

The vibrant lantern would captivate everyone besides Emm, though he still quietly paced towards the girl who sat in rage and shock at the curbside. Typically he would be bitter or indifferent towards the girl but in this moment he quietly paced up behind her and planted a hand onto her head. "Hey now, if you let your lantern go out of control it'll end up being a real nuisance for both of us." His face was hidden by the smiley-face mask, but still a sense of dread would come over 7 as his presence loomed over her.

It was only a few moments after this that the top-hatted man would step out as the last figure. The familiar clacking of heels like a ticking time bomb, as he stopped a few steps behind the promised child and her keeper. "[color=grey]The loss of Niko is quite unfortunate. This wasn't at all what we had planned for today, it was supposed to be a nice fancy feast- for us and for them. But it seems there are still some of you orphans who don't want to be subservient to Archangels. I'll be heading home to 1, and then briefing the pope on what's going on. Thank you for disposing of the bodies for me by the way, you were always the most loyal of the dogs Emmanuel.[/color]" The ringmaster looking figure began to laugh hysterically, walking past the two without any words or a wave, simply advancing to a black limousine in the parking lot and entering the rearmost door and driving off.

As the elongated black vehicle pulled off, Emm's facade and he would bring his pampering of the girl's hair to a halt. Happily drawing himself away from 7 and towards the crowd of people whom were continuously drawn towards her, shaking his head. 'Such a creepy ability' he thought to himself, as he stared at the people creepily. Just pawns in the Church's games, that what they all were, and if Niko would have just kept his head down like a good dog they wouldn't have had to kill him in there. But that was in the past now. "If killing them all will make you feel better, then go ahead."

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Liverpool, England
01:00// JANUARY 24

@Vocab
"You aren't very talkative 14, why not liven up the mood? We won't have much time for talking once we're under the thumb once again- you know, I think you might have social anxiety. Which, if you do there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. You need to live your life to the fullest after-all, also, if you get hungry let me know and we can just snag a transient and you can gobble them down. I'm so lucky to be looking over you- you know that 14?"

The priest was definitely a talker, annoyingly so, and as they reached the forementioned docks they would be met with the sight of tens, twenties of armed forces with standard assault rifles. They patrolled constantly, there weren't even any boats, just armed figured and boxes of merchandise,

They weren't mercenaries, just men and women of this very country trying to make ends meet in one way or another. Gangs and mobs seemed to run Britain in this day and age, and what little government presence was left was filled by people with their hands in these illegal organizations. But calling anything illegal here was a joke, drug-use, prostitution, all of it blatantly filled the streets with nothing keeping them in check. May as well call this place the Kingdom of Sodom at this point, and this priest and his charge were here to purge them-- or atleast just a specific number of them. Their target was Damon Walash, in the past he was a respected bar owner- though the respect of his peers and a surplus in drunkard's money allowed him to use his bar as a front for numerous shady endeavors. Now, years later he had become something of a kingpin and is relentless in his advances around the country as he sells weapons and drugs to even the commonfolk causing the chaos to be even worse. The Priest, and 14, were doing the world a favor in their mission to take this guy out.

"You see that building on the most-Eastern side of the docks? That's where our boy is. It likely won't be much trouble for you, but if you'd like- I can take half of these heretics, you can take the other half? Team work! Togetherness, just the two of us- you and I?"

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Berlin, Germany
01:00// JANUARY 24

@Savo
"He needs to be executed discretely 9. No big scene, no cameras, nothings- just vanish into thin air." The handler sat next to his promised child in a room of complete darkness, no windows, no ventilation, it was completely separate from the rest of the world. But they were in Berlin, the busiest most dangerous place in the Germanic Empire. Puppeteers in the most absolute sense, manipulating the inner goings from the shadows and waiting for the opportune moment to pack their shit and move.

9's whole operation was a risk to himself and his handler. Their target was the German Chancellor Cheska Ridenour, a very beloved woman in German coveted by her people with treasured ideals. In the crumbling world she abandoned the faith entirely instead choosing to focus on the state feeding, sheltering, and helping the people while all other resources went into the military. The German's were very similar to Russia in the sense that they didn't wish to be absorbed into their growing empire, but instead took a different approach and allied themselves with a number of nations and opened conversations of unifying under a banner against them. Belgium allied without any issue, even being absorbed into the German Empire though retaining most of it's political structure- though Ridenour still holds power within their country, the Netherlands was a strange case, while they are still highly faithful and agree with a great deal of the church's decisions- they do not agree with their encroachment across the world. The Germanic Empire wasn't really an empire, but it did have a fair amount of power due to the amount of weapons they exported to other countries in Europe who wished to fight the Church.

"She should be exiting her car with the bodyguard in 01:30 so be ready. If you fuck this up, we're going to be stuck here for a couple more months." He grunted, shaking the red hair from his face. He could barely see the grim sight of the promised child, but he did have faith in his number more than some did. 9 had set his threads into a French Envoy sent to Germany, which despite their neutrality meant nothing. He was a tool for the church to utilize, and his death would be a sacrifice needed for the greater good.