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THE OUSAMA GAME | a Short-Term Horror

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N a m e : Riley Velskaya
A g e : Seventeen
G e n d e r : Male
A p p e a r a n c e : Riley sports some medium length black locks that fall loosely down around their head, not quite messy but definitely not well-kept. Their facial structure is rounded and feminine, and even though his voice is soft a very perceptive listener would easily be able to notice the masculine undertones of their speech. As for bodily structure, they’re on the thinner - frailer side, although he is often clad in thick sweaters or hoodies to shroud the figure he is so insecure about. His complexion is quite fair and pasty and eyes are a vibrant forest green, though in some lights small flecks of brown could change them to a hazel. All in all, to some he would be seen as a cute boy with a somber and ghostly look - to others he could be seen as quite creepy?

Personality Traits
^{Nurturing | Faithful | Composed | Obsessive | Systematic | Dull}

Relevant Info: Riley seemingly lives a normal life as a college freshman. He takes the bus to a stop nearby her university throughout the week, packs a lunch which he preps himself a day ahead, and besides that not much else could be noted by an outsider looking in. Outside of this daily schedule is a whole different beast however, as Riley juggles his father’s companies cannibalizing eachother for control of the empire and managing the assets that was left behind. It’s a headache - not the kind that you take an aspirin for and it goes away, the kind that - pierces through each temple and drills to the brains epicenter with the piercing grind of bone and gray matter. But that won’t get to our Riley, right? They find time to socialize with friends on weekends when Velskaya business isn’t weighting her down and eventually it will eventually go away once the board of directors finds someone to helm the political decisions.

D A R K - S E C R E T:

Hider

Riley was adopted by a wealthy man named Aleister Velstaya, whom had years beforehand lost his wife and daughter in a car crash^{”cliche yes, but realistic”}. The wealthy widower still wished to have a family, but traumatized by the loss of his family he refused to remarry and seed another child. While Riley was greatly appreciative of such a dignified and respected man taking him under his wing, not all was as fine as one would have think. Aleister has become warped and spiteful towards the world causing him to spiral into deep depressions and lash out on the boy from time to time. The worst of these outbursts would result in Riley being forced to imitate Aleister’s deceased daughter sometimes even in public. These episodes would not let up as the man’s mental health further degraded with age, and eventually Riley would aptly adjust his lifestyle. This split the boy’s psyche at a young age forming into an altered personality with more feminine traits to better fit what Aleister wished of.

Though, his father’s antics would go too far recently - as Aleister has fully become delusional and now believed Riley has been a female all along. While Riley is about to take off to college next year, Aleister believed he should start looking for “husband” prospects soon to carry on his legacy as his only kin. Despite Riley’s constant help and monitoring, his father had even come to try pimping him out to suitors and fooling many into thinking he was just a tomboyish girl - a few even making a pass at him. Years of repressed resentment and psychological damage would reach and head, and about a month ago - Riley poisoned his father and fully inherited the Velskaya fortune. It was an act of passion, and care was taken into covering his tracks thoroughly, but the itching in the back of Riley’s head grows more and more every day as the burden of guilt grows. On the outside he seems to be fine, but the boy continues to crack at the seams.

THE OUSAMA GAME | a Short-Term Horror

Still working my history but:

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N a m e : Riley Velskaya
A g e : Seventeen
G e n d e r : Male
A p p e a r a n c e : Riley sports some medium length black locks that fall loosely down around their head, not quite messy but definitely not well-kept. Their facial structure is rounded and feminine, and even though his voice is soft a very perceptive listener would easily be able to notice the masculine undertones of their speech. As for bodily structure, they’re on the thinner - frailer side, although he is often clad in thick sweaters or hoodies to shroud the figure he is so insecure about. His complexion is quite fair and pasty and eyes are a vibrant forest green, though in some lights small flecks of brown could change them to a hazel. All in all, to some he would be seen as a cute boy with a somber and ghostly look - to others he could be seen as quite creepy?

Personality Traits
^{Nurturing | Faithful | Composed | Obsessive | Systematic | Dull}

Relevant Info: Riley seemingly lives a normal life as a college freshman. He takes the bus to a stop nearby her university throughout the week, packs a lunch which he preps himself a day ahead, and besides that not much else could be noted by an outsider looking in. Outside of this daily schedule is a whole different beast however, as Riley juggles his father’s companies cannibalizing eachother for control of the empire and managing the assets that was left behind. It’s a headache - not the kind that you take an aspirin for and it goes away, the kind that - pierces through each temple and drills to the brains epicenter with the piercing grind of bone and gray matter. But that won’t get to our Riley, right? They find time to socialize with friends on weekends when Velskaya business isn’t weighting her down and eventually it will eventually go away once the board of directors finds someone to helm the political decisions.

D A R K - S E C R E T:

Hider

Riley was adopted by a wealthy man named Aleister Velstaya, whom had years beforehand lost his wife and daughter in a car crash^{”cliche yes, but realistic”}. The wealthy widower still wished to have a family, but traumatized by the loss of his family he refused to remarry and seed another child. While Riley was greatly appreciative of such a dignified and respected man taking him under his wing, not all was as fine as one would have think. Aleister has become warped and spiteful towards the world causing him to spiral into deep depressions and lash out on the boy from time to time. The worst of these outbursts would result in Riley being forced to imitate Aleister’s deceased daughter sometimes even in public. These episodes would not let up as the man’s mental health further degraded with age, and eventually Riley would aptly adjust his lifestyle. This split the boy’s psyche at a young age forming into an altered personality with more feminine traits to better fit what Aleister wished of.

Though, his father’s antics would go too far recently - as Aleister has fully become delusional and now believed Riley has been a female all along. While Riley is about to take off to college next year, Aleister believed he should start looking for “husband” prospects soon to carry on his legacy as his only kin. Despite Riley’s constant help and monitoring, his father had even come to try pimping him out to suitors and fooling many into thinking he was just a tomboyish girl - a few even making a pass at him. Years of repressed resentment and psychological damage would reach and head, and about a month ago - Riley poisoned his father and fully inherited the Velskaya fortune. It was an act of passion, and care was taken into covering his tracks thoroughly, but the itching in the back of Riley’s head grows more and more every day as the burden of guilt grows. On the outside he seems to be fine, but the boy continues to crack at the seams.

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

тнe тιмe вeɢιɴѕ тo тιcĸ

_{Bright Sky, Hidden By Rainclouds}

@Yankee@Aviaire@Cu Chulainn@Sho Minazuki@SilverPaw

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<sup>The Storm Pillar set out shortly after the departure of Kuuto. Whatever peeled him away from that god-forsaken paperwork was greatly appreciated, and thus, a tardy pillar member was a good enough excuse. He ignored the goodbyes and acknowledgement of passing students and the groundskeepers outside, it was a habit of his to be caught in his thoughts and ignore surroundings. The clacks of his feet pressed into earth lightly, he preferred traveling on foot or by horse - despite the era he lived in. Perhaps the engines of an caused the geezer anxiety. Or maybe he just preferred to go at his own pace - the man was quite the control freak so this is completely plausible. Either way, it would be a long trip - taking at the least two days to reach the Fortune Pillar's shoddy estate.

As for his Tsuguko, the Breath of the Sky user would upon arriving at the estate find it already occupied by a number of others. They were clad in the typical garb of his brethren, though their allegiance and their purpose was still yet to be distinguished. What could be noted however - was the fact that they all hid their identities with masks. It was likely that they were members of the Spirit Pillar's investigatory sect within his division of the Corps, they were quite quick, reaching the estate with such speed and having already seemingly swept through the entire perimeter some time before. How exactly Kuuto would handle this though was entirely up to the boy himself.

On a separate front, the Sea Pillar had just greeted the newly recruited demon slayers whom had just gone through the hell that was Final Selection. Each of them seemed to carry with them some burden that weighed down - but what exactly that was would not be clear. One thing is for sure though, they all dismissed their squabbling as the owner of the estate made her presence known. Each student simply snapping into a straight backed stature of absolute subordination, not wishing to show such an immature side of themselves to their newfound teacher. The smart-mouthed girl was the one with the gall to quickly respond though. "Thank you for the hospitality, and the opportunity to learn Hashira-sensei." The girl quickly announced, dropping her forebody into a deep and straightened bow. Her peers, or whatever you may call them would veer their eyes down towards the girl with slighted expressions.

As for the Love Pillar Estate, it would soon be graced with the presence of a courier donning the Imperial Symbol on his attire. He was a younger man, black buzzed hair, short in stature, soft-spoken as well. "May I have a word with the owner of this establishment?" It was not often that someone not within the Corps found one of these estates as patrols and other security measures had been enforced to deter such events. But this man had apparently eluded such means? Quite curious. Her tutelage on the other hand would soon be dealing with her own mystery as well, as - in her night stroll, rather than coming across what she was seeking she instead would soon be graced with two young women covered in cuts and bruises sprinting by? They were obviously in some form of danger, though, her mission was to seek out demons - what would she do? The two quickly made ground past the demon slayer, not even acknowledging her existence as they briefly passed her and continued sprinting away.</sup>

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

@addamas

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<sup>Momiji kept his expression rather blank towards the group of perpetrators, if that's what you could call them at this point. It was obvious that he wasn't exactly happy with how things had gone down with this interaction, but making the mess even bigger would result in higher ups getting more upset - which was the last thing this long-haired demon boy wished to incite. So he played along with this boy swordsman's antics and those that followed him, wishing to simply convey the information he was charged with and returning to his peaceful little rendezvous.

"If only you would just listen and hear me out. You see, we at Shingetsu have one goal we wish to see come to fruition - which I'm sure that old family that is so fond of you knows already. To allow the remaining demons a safe haven to survive in. One where a suitable supply of food can be procured, and they can live separate from human society. But, as you know - there are many demons who don't even consume humans - and instead, just wish to live alongside them until their existence ceases to be. Those are the types of people we are looking to bring within our Organization, those that can be an example to others." The long-haired demon monologued, maintaining a simple and undivided expression gazed plainly at the former River Pillar.

"And how does your boss exactly see that happening with a few extra lugs of muscle helping his numbers? You have the entire army of Japan, and the Demon Slaying Corps at your back. There's no way possible way that your tiny little group could accomplish this in Japan." Tamagawa harshly spoke, though his tone died down from it's bombastic volume of before - he was getting answers and that was exactly what he wished for.

"It's possible - you are partially to thank for that. Proving to us that even we demons with the proper guidance can overcome such limitations that we had in the past - your student is a prime example of that." The long-haired demon shifted his sights back to the River Pillar's lone student, seeking to see what their response on the whole conversation would be.</sup>

Reborn: Coming of Calamity

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Blurred vision, and then skewed colors struggled to develop into full-on objects. Big fluffy marshmallow clouds and a vibrant blue sky, the air was warm and smelled like a mixture of pine and wildflowers - was she dreaming? No, she was dead so that in turn meant that this was heaven. It would only be a few moments before white feathers sprouted from the center of her back and she would take flight to meet the angels at those holy-golden gates. Right? Vision settled, as wind pressed into her eyelids and peeled open her mouth as turbulence built further as she got closer to the earth below - reality set in.

"That's the ground! Eeeeeek!" Nal screeched in an ugly overcoming of reality, she was free falling so there was no bracing for impact at this point. And rather, the ground was going to meet her soon. Was this purgatory? Was she meant to infinitely be reborn to meet deaths at different means for the rest of eternity as some form of cruel torment. Then, contact was made - her small body landing in a rather lush area where tall flora raised up to blanket the ground below. There wasn't a reverberation that echoed throughout the field, nor some crater that peeled from the point of contact out in destructive grandeur. No, she simply planted quickly and flatly.

"My eyes! I have weeds in my eyes! It hurts!" She called out from her little hovel that was created, her vision stripped from her once again thanks to some courageous leaves deciding to assault Nal's vision. What had she done to deserve this? Well, a lot to be honest.

Her head popped up from the foliage, obstructed vision scanning the surroundings coming to actual make contact with a few figures in the immediate area. Joy, fear, a mixture of emotions welled up in the girl's chest as she planted her hands down to the soil and pressed herself up to a stand. "Someone wanna, cure my blindness?" Her sights darted between the figures, not really fixating on one in particular. Really, she would take what she could get in this situation - which she didn't know what actually was for the time being.

Reborn: Coming of Calamity

ᴬ ᴺ ᴺ ᴬ ᴸ ᴱ ᴱ

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𝙂 𝙚 𝙣 𝙚 𝙧 𝙖 𝙡 𝙄 𝙣 𝙛 𝙤

𝙍 𝙖 𝙘 𝙚 — 𝙃𝙖𝙡𝙛-𝘿𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙛

𝙋 𝙚 𝙧 𝙨 𝙤 𝙣 𝙖 𝙡 𝙞 𝙩 𝙮 — ^{Nal is a difficult girl. Since an early age she has been known to have a domineering personality, often being called bossy or oppressive. It could be said that she is overwhelming, her strong personality struggled to blend well with others and more often than not she would take offense when those around her would try to pry that power from her cold-hearted hands. Yes, she is a control freak, in every sense of the word - perhaps it was a complex developed early in life, or maybe she was born this way, but regardless of the reason she just needs to have some hand in everything that affects her. She does not go with the flow, she spits in the flow’s face and tells it to rot in the pits of Gehenna for all she cared! Anyway, she is also quite knowledgable - not genius level intellect but she graduated with high marks, and even got a full tuition scholarship right out of high school. Her passions lied in writing more than anything, and wished to be journalist before her untimely death.}

𝙃 𝙚 𝙧 𝙎 𝙩 𝙤 𝙧 𝙮 —

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<sup>Ah, Miami - enough sunlight to afflict an entire population with a health case of silliness cancer. It’s also known for its lively areas full of clubs, the bustling street life, beautiful beaches, great food, and lastly but of the most importance to you the reader “the crime”. Annalee was born in West End, which, was by no means an area filled with gang violence and drug deals like some other areas - but it was an area with money. Nal’s father was a Vietnamese Chef by trade, not a pseudo-chef, that hard working man went to culinary school late and everything. He wasn’t famous, but he made a name for himself in the area, and his restaurant “Pho-netic” even had a few articles written about it to some decent recognition. Papa was smart and took full advantage of the spotlight and marketed his restaurant well, targeted mostly the younger demographic by putting things like Gamecubes inside the restaurant.

Nal loved her dad, she loved her mom too - but her dad was such a cool and memorable character in her life that he really stood out way more. He pushed her since a young age to do her best and never settle, which he intended to be more of driving force for his daughter’s success but really it just gave her anxiety. Like two anvils placed upon each shoulder, Nal felt the weight of expectations, though most of that load was created by her own psyche - she still cracked a bit under this pressure and it turned the girl bitter towards any who she deemed would drag her down. She remembered how happy her father was when being interviewed by reporters and panelists, and even though they just wanted information on his establishment they made sure to positively embellish their trip every time. One lied about how long it took papa to prepare the broth for the Pho, one said that he was born in Hanoi. But nonetheless, he enjoyed the attention and the publicity they offered his establishment.

Nal’s dream throughout her school life was to become like those people, strangely, and she would strive for that goal without anyone’s influence or opinion drawing her away. She even developed a complex on interviewing people, which in her high school would be hated by many. She was nosy, controlling, and annoyingly persistent, which in combination with her front in the school newspaper, was a recipe for disaster at her school. She wasn’t quite “bullied” rather, she was a useful asset that could be used when people needed help - you would simply need to extinguish all control to her during a school project and she would happily take the full brunt of work upon herself or delegate you when needed. But she was outcasted, never invited to social gatherings, and often forgotten by many despite her contributions to the school itself. It wasn’t til after high school that her life would take a dark turn. It was a cold February day ~ everywhere else on the planet except Florida. Nal had been walking home from college since it was only a thirty-to-forty minute trip on foot. On her way she would bump into an old classmate clad in a black hoodie, pants, and some off-white shoes. Thinking nothing of the interaction she made small talk with the former acquainted before continuing on her way - which, I said she was bright but the young man’s demeanor did not tip the naive Nal’s self preservation off in the slightest. He held a grudge about something, staked her down in the dark, and stabbed her in the light and left her to die. What a quick - uneventful death.</sup>

𝙋 𝙝 𝙮 𝙨 𝙞 𝙘 𝙖 𝙡 𝙏 𝙧 𝙖 𝙞 𝙩 𝙨 — ^{Annalee does not remember being this short in her past life, she stands at a lowly 4’6” and she doesn’t think there’s any time left to grow in this body. Her figure is petite but not childish, or not too childish it seems. Complexion and facial structure would be a creamy peach skin tone upon a feminine face that is quite rounded and cute with pinkish cheeks and button nose. She’s seemingly human, but also has traces of dwarven DNA running through her it seems by her size and sturdiness. But luckily, that human face remained cute - refined - no wait that’s just a facade she’s definitely unhinged. But she holds herself with dignity, her light-brown hair is neatly brushed and a service hat is tautly places stop her head. She wears a cute little uniform getup in shades of red-purple shades and white. Along with this outfit is silky white gloves neatly placed upon her hands, which she fixes and readjusts all the time - she never wore gloves before this reincarnation thing. Also, strapped at her waist is a book on each side, one is black and ruined and looks pretty edgy - the other is a simple brown leather tome with a purple gem fashioned to its face.}

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𝘼𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 & 𝙄𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮

ʙ ʟ ᴇ s s ɪ ɴ ɢ — ^{The Book of Belial}

Master of Lies

Structure • The fundamentals of this tome’s abilities lies within the art of deception. Once held by the demon lord dubbed “The Grand Deceiver” it is capable of the highest tiers of illusory magic unseen and unheard of for generations. What this entails is complete control over one’s perception upon the object the spell has targeted, limited purely by the users mana factoring into the duration in which it lasts. The true strength of the Blessing lies in the difficult to detect its deception, even some of greatest mages throughout the kingdoms would be fooled by the Deceiver’s lies, though high-tier users of old magic may be able to sense something amuck.

Practicality • While it is the blessing endowed upon her by the entity that brought Nal to this world, that does not mean that this gift can be used thoughtlessly. Nal was brought into this setting with decent mana reserves within her body - but she is not some ungodly bank of mana that others may be. The Book fo Belial is incredibly taxing on her to utilize, and as such - it is only to be used in emergencies or predicaments in which Nal feels the need to whip out her trump card is absolutely necessary. The Book of Belial does indeed hold a number of other spells that she can not yet read or utilize like שתיקה, and שכל נפש.

s ᴘ ᴇ ʟ ʟ ᴄ ʀ ᴀ ғ ᴛ — ^{Tenebris Magia}

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Accumulative Knowledge • This is an archaic enchantment that has been placed upon the book of Tenebris Magia. The spell works like a backlog of different enemies and creatures it’s owner has encountered, as information is gathered on these subjects it is stored within the aether or the magic itself and the spell grows stronger. This is then utilized by drawing the ability on an enemy that Nal has experienced in the past - the spell remembers their strengths & weaknesses and upon activation can actually further expose them. For instance, if she were to have come across a Green Slime which was fully resistant to all magics but fire, the book would cause a combustion. The offensive use of Accumulative Knowledge is not that great, but it is a strong support skill.

Encumbering Will • This dark magic is one that is scaled by the user’s ego. Manifest Will is the offensive aura created out of a mage’s will - and as this is case by case, the effects vary from person to person. Nal’s spell takes the form of “Encumbering Will” and as the spell is cast, a pulse of muddied grey mana is exhumed from her being within a large radius and those hit by the incantation will fall under some - or all of these effects. Most creatures, weak and strong, would feel a strong sense of annoyance - nearly enough to cause man and creature alike to groan or complain. Some would feel a sense of overbearing weight on their shoulders, stress on the body so extreme that it would feel draining to even move, others only slightly enough to feel tension through their body. But for those of an extremely weak will, dread, loss of purpose, and severe depression would sink in to their mind.

Menos um Tenebria • The spell Nal will typically default to for offensive use in and out of combat is Menos um Tenebria, translating from the spell book to “Instructions of Darkness” - the incantation for this combative spell is strange in that it channeled from the pages over time as Nal reads from them and the longer the channeling lasts the stronger the spell is. The effects of said spell are basically the creation of violet projectiles of mana produced from the book that are fired constantly towards the enemy. They start out small and weak - being roughly the size of a baseball when starting, but grow over the spells length causing them to grow more dangerous and larger.

ᴍ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ɪ ᴀ ʟ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ s — ^{Combat Scholar}

Literally Uses a Book

The combative skills of this scholar are actually quite unusual - though, even more strange is the effectiveness. Nal uses her spellbook collaboratively with her bare hands in melee combat. The two tomes will unlatch themselves from her waist and begin to float to life rotating around her, they can be used in a number of ways including literally flinging themselves at an opponent - even having pages tear from the books and floating about to disorient her opponent. As for her actual physical combative skills, the small girl is much stronger than she looks. The small figure hides the sturdiness of dwarven blood, her blows range from open palmed strikes to devastating fists, her stance is grounded and stable, her advance is slow and unstoppable. Despite not being burdened by armaments, Nal's speed is not the greatest and thus she prefers to fight defensively and not move around too much.

OUSAMA GAME [ Short-term Horror/Gore ]

You know I’m here.

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
As the vapor slowly began to fill the house, rolling like red tide across the brown carpet upstairs and eventually making its way into the master bedroom - along with the children's room across the hall. As the substance crept underneath the door and circulated into the room it would eventually be inhaled by the officer and his wife, it would quickly wake the two awaken in a stupor and fit of coughing. But more curiously was their eyes becoming blood red, they gripped at their chests in pain as it welled up in their gullets. The captain began to react strangely once these symptoms had fully set in, instead of attempting to flee the room - he turned on his wife placing two hands upon her throat and began to strangle her. She was however reacting as well, snarling and spitting out in a fit of survival, flailing her arms out and scratching at her husband.

"Seems like whatever that mist was supposed to do has worked. Operation Ground-Zero is over, we need to get the hell outta here." Antonio quickly muttered into his comm and making his way back towards the road.

Akasha was still getting a grip on herself, ingesting a small amount of the substance after it's activation - she slowly made her way to follow after the handler at a weakened pace. "2, evacuate and head towards the road - the authorities will be here soon, probably." She wheezed out into her own comm, breathing out the pain in her words.

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???, Romania
Midnight// JANUARY 24

@OwO
"G o o d G i r l" The chubby little man slowly drawled out, his eyes squinting it slits as he quickly darted back through the door and plucking from his belt an especially red throwing knife and with a quick and nearly irresponsible finesse flung it straight at the young psychic boy. In a flash it planted itself straight through the boy's stomach, which in itself wouldn't be lethal outright to most - but he was a promised child - and these blades of crimson were specifically made for them.

The boy's mouth opened wide as he gasped for air, something within him screamed out as it was extinguished from existence. He wold struggle now, uncaring of the blade at his jugular and even pressing his neck against it while enacting this fit of survival. Just what exactly was this weapon? Well, the red would soon begin to darken to a gradual black until the entire blade was this inky color. That sense of danger that once welled up in each of the three, had been gone, now this promised child would only give off an aura of pity - and helplessness.

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

@ERode
The impending doom that was the gunmetal goliath was heard by our lovely Augustine, a confident smirk planted happily on her face as she stood atop the hillside with a boot heel planted upon the sniper's defeated face. Chumps is all these guys were - the damned Russians always put up better fights than the rest of those who challenged the church. Though she was just happy that her little boy was alright - no specialized weapons had been acquired for this little ambush, probably because it was for her.

"I probably should've gotten a radio before we left. I put too much faith in the idiots that make decisions." She grumbled quietly to herself, chapped lips tightening as she awaited her golden boy to finally meet with her.

Though their imminent danger was not quite completely dispersed. While the ground squad that had been sent after them was easily handled, several more would quickly be moving in on both of the party's positions. Augustine was quite durable and well enough on her own, but the pilot would probably need to continue being protected from this point forward as tens of armed men continued to scurry into the forest. And although the promised child's ability was incomprehensible to them, a stray sniper round that wasn't accounted for could still be the end of him.

"We probably should have salvaged more off of those guys. We still have to situate the matter of how we're going to get to a base without making a scene - because that uh - Golem, that's going to cause a scene." Breathed heavily, the cold gradually causing him to weaken more and more over time it seemed.

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St. Peterburgh, Russia
Midnight // JANUARY, 23

@Rune_Alchemist@Kazemitsu
3's opponents would not relent despite his extinguishing of one of their brethren. Their sights could easily deduce the shadow-wielder throughout the smoke and maneuvered through the weaving of his spike seemingly out of nothingness. The remaining Gardna of the group were on a full-on offensive now, and while a typical human would have difficulty against a promised child, these were specifically made for this situation.

One of the gardna which was identifiable by a red stripe across the shoulderguard in particular led the charge. This slightly larger unit seemed to electrify it's spear and aimed it's bladed end out in the general direction of the promised child whom had just executed one of it's own and from the spear an bright-hot beam would quickly fire out in 2's direction cutting through concrete and iron in the path of ruin. All the while, three others would constantly be making advanced towards the shadowbender. One continued to jab at every interval of delay in his motion, another would constantly be trying to flank him.

As for our little venomancer, she would have a mere few moments of safety as the remaining combatants that followed on her tail without any hesitation. She would need to be on her toes as her miracle was "Specifically" not very well-suited for this type of opponent. She would need to utilize every detail of her environment to lose them, challenge them, or survive - or just meet back up with 2 and tag-team the down.

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Tokyo, Japan
Evening// JANUARY 24

@Melkor
"The subject couldn't have gone far. Call for Public Safety and more investigators, we need to tear this whole district apart till we find it." One of the research team members spat out to the others, they seemed to understand and obey without any hesitation.

It was a manhunt now, or a creature hunt, whatever you wish to call it. 5 and its handler had no time to reconcile or discuss the situation, not that he would listen anyway. Their safety would take precedence over the mission at this point, so the next route of options - would be fleeing the country, posthaste. They had no contacts in Japan, and while this handler's wallet was filled with the country's currency if they were on the run it wouldn't have too much use. Unless.

"We need to find someone that can get us North." Henrietta sighed out, an exhausted look on her face. Henrietta really didn’t want to have 5 take any responsibility upon itself. So this was all on her at this point.

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Geneva, Switzerland
Midnight// JANUARY 24

@Eleven
The car ride wasn't an enjoyable one, unfortunately so. Rather than giving 7 any acknowledgement to her kind words, he tapped his knee and set his eyes outside of the tinted window as he watched small townhouses and streetlights pass by.

Their destination was a nearby airport, the trip wasn't a very long one - maybe an hour or two, but it was quite scenic. These areas as affected by the hardships of the world, though they did become a lot more rainy. The driver would constantly peer back at 7 through the rear view mirror, eyes widened with a bit of concern.

"So, um - Are you guys heading back to Italy?"

"No, keep your eyes on the road and mind your own damned business." Emm continues to idly tap in anxiousness on the drive. He'd never been to the front line to be honest, never was a fighter, more of a big-brain manipulator. Would he die out there? He'd heard rumors that some failed promised children had been taken and recreated by the Russians and -that- was the real threat. So many thoughts rushed through the handlers mind, it was visible on his face.

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Liverpool, England
01:00// JANUARY 24

@Vocab
The surviving groups of mercenaries quickly move in on the position of the two. Two units of five pushed forward and holed themselves into an abandoned sailboat raised up unto the dock, posting along the raised edges along the boat to aim out towards the promised child and fire in uniform bursts while attempting to remain in cover. As for those who were not so lucky to reach this bastion of cover? The fire of the promised child’s machine gun fire.

Those closer to the building that they needed to get to seemed to be equipped with better weaponry. Laser sights on long-range rifles, all the identifiable as four long red traces through the night air. It wouldn’t be too much of a big deal for her if not for the numbers, but it would make movement difficult for her if she were not to be cautious. She could still die from bullet fire after all.

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Berlin, Germany
01:00// JANUARY 24

@Savo
"Dispose of them discretely and then we're leaving." The handler spoke as he quickly began to pack materials within the room.

There wasn't much, just a small generator, a few laptops, bedding, suitcases with weapons, but still all the same the ginger haired man frantically placing stuff that wouldn't fit in briefcases into garbage bags. They were on a tight schedule to get out of the country now that the leader of it was now executed, the chaos that ensued afterward would probably be a danger to everyone regardless of who they were.

"Get us a ride to the border once you're done. Discretion. Discretion. Discretion. We just killed the leader of this country and we need to just disappear in a puff of smoke." Tossing the garbage backs towards the wall he huffed out to the promised child.

• 葉隱 •

All of my interest, take it.

UNFAIR MONSTERS [Accepting New Applicants]

I don’t know how indicative my post count or forum lifespan really is, but I’ll offer some interest.

Edge of Darkness | Pokemon

Seems like I’m sticking with Ice/Steel typings for the most part and a historical motif. There’s an odd ball on the team that’s meant to compliment Professor Coldboy.