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I'm at gunnery but that doesn't mean I won't try posts. Who is next to post though, Nac and then who? Spriggs then maybe this will blow over
Detective Bernabie and Officer Cassius were on the case Dx
Poor Archangel
Poor Archangel
*doesn't get pinned GM*
Ouch, my feels, I've done so much TwT
But like Mina said, my PM box is always open if you need a talk
Ouch, my feels, I've done so much TwT
But like Mina said, my PM box is always open if you need a talk
Archangel was stirring from his comatose state, the monitors began to rapidly beep as his heart rate spiked. The angel’s eyes opened up as he inhaled sharply, taking in a breath of air, how long had he been out, a few hours? No matter the time, it was too long for him to be unable to fight, as he moved to lean forward he let out a cry, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder blades and wings. “What?” He muttered in pain, continuing to strain himself as he attempted to move from the bed, another sharp pain ripped through his body, it was indescribable, like thousands of tiny daggers were stabbing into him all at once, over and over again. He let out a sharp cry out pain, he was doing his best to not let the pain get to him but it proved to be too much. He struggles were halted once the A.I construct created by Ironsight and Shadowhawk entered the room, halting the divine male’s actions.
“I have conducted an immediate analysis on your wings, Archangel.” The A.I spoke in a voice that seemed natural, like she was alive, the feminine construct was wearing the article of clothing she had been programmed with, she could change it but she never chose to. The 5’5 tall robotic stood at the foot of Archangel’s medical bed. The angel just simply looked toward her, awaiting her diagnosis. “Speak, machine, tell me what is wrong with me!” He couldn't help but shout, pain, anger, and fear were mixing into a terrifying cocktail as he pondered what the case could be. In the back of his mind he felt like something was very wrong, that smile, like a forced wide smile which made her show teeth, he had never seen her carry such emotions, it made him very uneasy to say the least. “Your wings have sustained damage beyond my repair, to avoid a life of pain, amputation must commence.” She stated, in that god awfully terrifying cheery voice, her smile still evident, her soulless blue eyes seemed to tearing into the angel’s very core. He knew about her minor yet major design flaw, she couldn't properly distribute emotions for the right time or place, this always disturbed him.
For a moment it seemed like the words rolled around in the boys head as he tried to figure out what she meant. The amputation brought forth horrors in his head., the images of people losing appendages and ligaments due to injury. His heart began to pound in his chest as he had glanced at the foot of his bed, only to see Auntie Dot had moved closer, now at the side of his bed. Peering down at him with her sapphire blue eyes, the angel never truly experienced fear but this was cutting it close. “No, I can’t, I won’t…” He muttered, still loud enough for the A.I to hear him, the mere thought of losing his wings made him feel as if he’d throw up. What would an angel be without wings? A mortal? Would he be seen as one committing a sacrilegious act? “No!” His voice boomed as he willed his pained body to moved, collapsing as he got out of the bed, tearing the leads on his chest away. He stopped once he saw a pair of heels in front of him, he looked up to see Auntie Dot’s bright cheery, strangely ecstatic smile along with those bright blue eyes bearing down on him. “If you insist Archangel, but I highly recommend we remove them, they are of no use to you now.” She said almost happily., it made the boy’s skin crawl and his heart sink. he A.I. crouched down to the boy’s level, looking his begging eyes with her lifeless ones, her smile grew bigger as she continued. “I’m sorry Archangel, but god is no longer on your side. You will never fly again, for your safety please don’t try it.” with that said the A.I. kissed the boy’s forehead before walking out of the room. Archangel’s face was a mask of horror, his body began to shake a little as the words she spoke rang in his head over and over again like a broken record. “N-never...?” He said with a stutter, he couldn't come to terms with what she just said, the idea of being abandoned by his creator hurt more than the pain of losing his wings ever could.
“I have conducted an immediate analysis on your wings, Archangel.” The A.I spoke in a voice that seemed natural, like she was alive, the feminine construct was wearing the article of clothing she had been programmed with, she could change it but she never chose to. The 5’5 tall robotic stood at the foot of Archangel’s medical bed. The angel just simply looked toward her, awaiting her diagnosis. “Speak, machine, tell me what is wrong with me!” He couldn't help but shout, pain, anger, and fear were mixing into a terrifying cocktail as he pondered what the case could be. In the back of his mind he felt like something was very wrong, that smile, like a forced wide smile which made her show teeth, he had never seen her carry such emotions, it made him very uneasy to say the least. “Your wings have sustained damage beyond my repair, to avoid a life of pain, amputation must commence.” She stated, in that god awfully terrifying cheery voice, her smile still evident, her soulless blue eyes seemed to tearing into the angel’s very core. He knew about her minor yet major design flaw, she couldn't properly distribute emotions for the right time or place, this always disturbed him.
For a moment it seemed like the words rolled around in the boys head as he tried to figure out what she meant. The amputation brought forth horrors in his head., the images of people losing appendages and ligaments due to injury. His heart began to pound in his chest as he had glanced at the foot of his bed, only to see Auntie Dot had moved closer, now at the side of his bed. Peering down at him with her sapphire blue eyes, the angel never truly experienced fear but this was cutting it close. “No, I can’t, I won’t…” He muttered, still loud enough for the A.I to hear him, the mere thought of losing his wings made him feel as if he’d throw up. What would an angel be without wings? A mortal? Would he be seen as one committing a sacrilegious act? “No!” His voice boomed as he willed his pained body to moved, collapsing as he got out of the bed, tearing the leads on his chest away. He stopped once he saw a pair of heels in front of him, he looked up to see Auntie Dot’s bright cheery, strangely ecstatic smile along with those bright blue eyes bearing down on him. “If you insist Archangel, but I highly recommend we remove them, they are of no use to you now.” She said almost happily., it made the boy’s skin crawl and his heart sink. he A.I. crouched down to the boy’s level, looking his begging eyes with her lifeless ones, her smile grew bigger as she continued. “I’m sorry Archangel, but god is no longer on your side. You will never fly again, for your safety please don’t try it.” with that said the A.I. kissed the boy’s forehead before walking out of the room. Archangel’s face was a mask of horror, his body began to shake a little as the words she spoke rang in his head over and over again like a broken record. “N-never...?” He said with a stutter, he couldn't come to terms with what she just said, the idea of being abandoned by his creator hurt more than the pain of losing his wings ever could.
Mason's eyes were locked onto Karne, every movement made, he followed, analyzing it carefully. "I don't care about the sword, I just know it's going right fucking through you!" He said, quickly closing the distance between him and demon, sparks flew as their blades made contact, the shadowy flames on Mason's sword seemed to erupt violently. Mason's stance shifted as he quickly moved around Karne, slashing downward at his undefended arm.
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The nonstop hailstorm of questions began to annoy both Kori and Marcus very quickly, they did't have time for questions like those. The two stopped in their tracks and turned to face her, both brothers point at themselves. "I'm Kori..." The white haired male spoke, to them they didn't look that much alike, they had different hair and eye colors after all, the fact that she even noticed they were twins wasn't astonishing to them though. "I'm Marcus..." The black haired man spoke, managing a small smile as he spoke, he began to think about her weapon offer, looking down at the firearm she gave, it was like having an antique, it was useless. "Weapons, uh...no thanks..." Marcus chuckled to himself. "We were on earth from what I know, now we're here...wherever this is.." Kori added, answering her question. "Demons and angels? I'm not sure." Kori admitted.
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Seth was still annoyed at this parasite which was risking his own life in its thirst for battle, Seth wanted to be far away from this fight but he had no choice due to this parasites control. "Fine, I don't want to die right now so I will work with you here for a little while." He told the parasite and regained control of the body from the parasite while refining the form which the parasite had given him changing it into a more knights armour style to allow for higher speed as he formed a spike on the end of the armour to ram it at the dragons underbelly.
The parasite hissed and acted in perfect cohesion with its host, a noticeable rise in ability was granted with this. Now they were not crippled as they were before, maybe they could actually defeat this beast, though part of the parasite's focus was on Karne still.
Mason looked out the window seeing the dragon being fought, he readied his blade, the void weapon began to spark up and spiral with dark energy. "I see a lot of standing around so if you'll excuse me.." He said before running up the stairs, moments later a crash through the window could be heard, he was aiming at the dragon but this other adversary probably needed to go down to. Driving his blade toward the enemy that was known as Karne's chest he held an expression of seriousness, he seemed far more focused than any other time, maybe because he felt there was a reason to fight.
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