"We could do it later today, it won't take long to set up, DICE has all the materials I'd need on hand." Garath said, "I guess I can understand your concern, we deal with dangerous supernatural stuff on a daily basis after all. Just tell me where you want me to perform it and I'll have it set up in about an hour,""
"Well at least you understand my concern then Garath. Shall we say sometime this afternoon then, I'm sure that would give you enough time to prepare; I can have a few words with some people, and see if I can get the common room down in Division Two available. Before I forget, is there anything in particular that is required for this seance?"
"Well at least you understand my concern then Garath. Shall we say sometime this afternoon then, I'm sure that would give you enough time to prepare; I can have a few words with some people, and see if I can get the common room down in Division Two available. Before I forget, is there anything in particular that is required for this seance?"
"Well Vayle needs to be there, other than that no, its probably the simplest form of necromancy out there," he said as he stood up, "I'll go get the materials then, and meet you in the common room later."
He turned and walked towards the door, he realized that he had remarked that it was necromancy, and hoped she either didn't notice or had no objections to it. It wasn't like he was unleashing vengeful wraiths or binding lost souls to himself, he would just be chatting up a dead person.
"If this is what I think it is, communication wont be a problem. It's less what you say to him and more how you saw it. Think as hard as you can about him picking you up, and then verbalize that want. He'll pick up on it"
That was Isaac's conclusion after he had finished inspecting the boy, who was still content just to stare at the sentient sword, ever waiting for orders. Well, it was either being stuck here with the addition of the boy and Isaac, or stepping up to the challenge. Eligor sighed, he should have known about such things. After all, he had just delivered the cheesiest speech ever to explain to a mortal the basics of how one manipulated cross-dimensional pathways, communicating to a strange bou by only the force of intent would be comparatively normal to that. Eligor placed himself in the mindset of the Great Duke he once was and boomed his order with a stern and commanding voice.
"Well Vayle needs to be there, other than that no, its probably the simplest form of necromancy out there." Garath said as he stood up, "I'll go get the materials then, and meet you in the common room later." He then turned and walked towards the door.
'Necromancy, well I guess it makes sense seeing as though we are talking to ghosts, which given the context of a seance, is a bit like raising the dead.' Isabelle thought to herself as she listened to the conversation that happened around her.
Garath nodded and walked out the door, after a visit to some of D2's collections of magical aids and apparatuses he had colleted all the materials he would need, and somewhat later in the afternoon he arrived in the empty common room and set up the ritual. The preparations consisted of drawing a circle of chalk on a table, to contain the ghost should it try to break free, and setting up an incense burner, the smell of which would help him focus, plus it made the whole thing seem more mystical. He'd even managed to obtain some silver powder to mix into the chalk, which supposedly would make it more effective.
All this finished he sat down and waited for Isabelle to arrive, so that they could begin. All that he would need to do then was place Vayle's crystal ball in the circle to use as a focus, and cast the spell to see what ghosts would answer the call.
The brass armoured Demon sat above the skyline watching the chaos below him unfurl. All it had taken was a whisper, these humans were too proud for their own good. Man fought against man for the sake of a whisper, it had gone as the Demon had expected. He had spread the rumour that the Persian King's wife had found a new lover, of course no one new who he was and the King had to do something about it, it would be unkingly not to try and save face after all. The King had decreed that whoever should find the lover would be offered Dukedom, with that incentive the people tore the city apart, offering patsies - who were executed on the spot.
This did not boost the King's popularity and soon civil war broke out, any man who had the gall proclaimed themselves the new and rightful king.
All for a whisper.
Some were charismatic leaders, regaling the people of tales of past, of honour and heroism. People flocked to see them, the wanted to fight for them. They were the people's king, once the battle was done and it was no longer a time for honour and heroism would they be able to run the kingdom? The Demon doubted it, but that made them the best possible candidate. Who else could create pandemonium better then a fool king?
There were other less favourable candidates as well, those who would rule with an iron fist, who took ever law to heart. The romantics might be willing to let a thief keep his hand for stealing some bread, but those men had a will forged from iron and were more likely to break before they bent. They would be a pour choice, the true fun would end before it had really began
As the Demon sat there, picking and choosing between the lot, an Angel approached him.
"Come to spoil my fun already?" The Demon asked jocularly
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"Wake up Eliezer" He could feel Bel shaking him, "I've fixed your ID's, now it's time for you to go."
He had fallen asleep on the sofa, the Rubik's cube had fallen onto the floor. When had he fallen asleep? Even though his eyes were still wearing and he felt bedraggled, Eliezer forced himself up off the sofa and took the IDs from Bel.
"There was no need for the rude awakening" He sneered, snatching the briefcase and stuffing the ID's into it and stormed towards the door, "I'm going then"
The first stop he made was at the bank, thankfully DICE had kept away from most of his accounts, however not all had been left unscathed. He withdrew some money and moved onto the next stage of his plan.
While he loathed the idea of going back to DICE, it would make his plan easier, not everything about the scientists lives could be learned from their files. Eliezer would learn about the small nuances that made them tick from them, keep your friends close and your enemies closer as it were. It was only a matter of time before DICE learned that the files he had taken were missing, on error on his part, he had not yet fully realized his plan when he took them. If he was going to play the pawn then he had no need to keep them on his person, he would return them once he got back too DICE.
Begrudgingly he got out the pager to summon a portal back to HQ.
It was in the early hours of the afternoon when both Isabelle and Vayle arrived in the common room, after spending sometime back in her quarters; she was impressed by the work that Garath had done to the place. Isabelle noticed the faint aroma from a nearby incense burner, to made her feel more relaxed and reassured about forthcoming events. Then, the pair of them noticed Garath sitting at a table in the center, a circle of chalk drawn on it. His demeanour made him look like a professional.
"Well, I actually kind of like what you have done with the place, albeit they are some minor changes." Isabelle remarked kindly as she and Vayle took a seat at the table. Vayle's crystal ball soon came into being, appearing in her hand.
"I take it that this will be helpful then?" She asked as she handed the object over to Garath.
Garath nodded, and placed the object in the center of the circle, and began to concentrate, there was an incantation for the spell but it was hardly necessary and in fact was merely some latin-sounding mash up of words to encourage superstition. Needless to say he didn't bother with it, after a minute the air around the ball began to congeal, and a silvery mist rose from it, whispering could be heard coming from the mist.
Garath wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Well someone decided to show up, not sure who, but I think they want to talk to you, not me," he said, normally the caster of the spell spoke for the ghost, but in this case it seemed to have enough substance to communicate on its own, it might even take a more concrete shape, reflecting who it was in life, but that wasn't common.
The boy stood up fully and grabbed Eligor's handle, then pulled him up out of the ground. He took a couple of practice swings with him, getting use to the weight of the blade. Then he stopped frozen. He poured more of his evil aura into Eligor. This time, it helped to submit his will to his new weapon. With but a thought, Eligor could command the boy to attack whatever stood in his way. The swordsman was now a tool of the sword.
Isaac stood back, only observing the transfer of energy.
"Well. I think we've solved that problem" He took a look around the hellish put they resided in. "Next one. Where exactly did you want to go in this place?"
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The pager flashed a message to Elizer to turn the the road, where the portal would appear. Once he was out of everyone's view, a blue, swirling gateway appeared leading him back into DICE. The woman at the front desk was their waiting for him to do the usual check in.
The moment Garath had placed the crystal ball into the center of the table, did he begin to concentrate. He spoke some strange incantation, a random assortment of words that sounded like Latin. After a minute or so, the air around the ball began to coagulate, becoming thicker as it were; along with a silvery mist slowly rising from the bottom. A faint whisper could be heard. Garath then wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"Well someone decided to show up, not sure who, but I think they want to talk to you, not me." He remarked to Vayle, slightly confused at the request. Normally at a seance, the spirit would speak through the person that called them there, not directly to someone. Whoever it was, they must of been powerful. Isabelle decided to remain quiet in the proceedings, not want to disrupt them.
"They, want to speak directly to me?" Vayle asked, pointing to herself, equally as confused as Garath sounded.
"Vayle? Vayle is that you?" A voice said, definitely sounding like a man became louder.
"My my, after all this time, you still look pretty as you do now. Whats the matter, don't recognize me after all these years? You used to be able to tell who I was from a crowd by voice alone." The man continued to say, before a body began to appear.
"I'm sorry whoever you are, I'm afraid I can't seem to remember you. For some reason, I can't remember my previous life, before I was well a spirit. Well, I can remember fragments, but they don't fit together well." Vayle said, sounding sad; whoever this guy was, had known Vayle well, like they were best friends or something of the like. She must admit, his voice was pretty indistinguishable.
"Ah, I see, sorry for that; just figured you would of remembered who I was in an instant."
"No, don't say sorry Leigh, it's not your fault that I'm like this, at least I don't hope it is." Vayle said, not realising that she just said his name. She looked surprised that she said it so quickly. Vayle spoke in a more calmer tone now, relieved that at least she remembered something, and soon smiled.
"Leigh, its good to see you again. Sorry for not recognising you right away, guess I needed to see your face to jog my mind. Tell me, how did you die?"
"First, no need to be sorry, I'm surprised as you are that you managed to find my name so quickly. You always were the smart one of the group. As for how I died, was fighting A Succubus over in Europe roughly two centuries ago. Though I managed to kill her, she left a pretty nasty claw mark across my chest. Managed to survive till I got to town, but succumbed to the injuries a few days later. At least you could say I died in battle. Say, where are you anyway Vayle?" Leigh said as he looked around the unfamiliar room.
"I am part of a global organization called D.I.C.E, whose job it is to protect humanity from demonic and supernatural threats."
"I see, looks like you keep some good company, especially that pretty lady next to you. At least your still keeping up with the job we had when you was alive; albeit on a more global scale." As Leigh said this, Isabelle blushed slightly, not anticipating the comment.
A dark blue two door car pulled up onto the curve as the sun began to set. It's occupant, a white man with red hair wearing a black suit and a sword at his belt, climbed out and surveyed his surroundings. The neighborhood looked desolate and all but run down. All the better for the man, as there would be little in the way of witnesses for his investigation.
He walked on down the street and turned the corner. Only a dew blocks was a small, pristine church. However was running it had more cash than however still lived here, that was for certain. Before he got to close to the building, the man began to hear a shuffling sound. He turned his head, trying to catch whatever it was.
Probably just some kids, he thought as he walked on. Though soon the sounds began to get closer. The footsteps mirrored the man's own, causing an echo. The agent had had enough of this by this point, and slowly reached for his sword.
The same second his finger could touch the hilt, he was set upon by a wrinkled, fang creature jumping from near a building. It was able to get a clean bite into the man's arm before he withdrew his sword and jabbed it into the creature's neck. The monster was instantly engulfed in flames, and fell to the ground screaming. Although, this wasn't over. Another creature, much like the first, stepped out of the shadows to take it's place.
The swordsman was prepared this time, and was able to dodge it's advancing blows. He gave the monster a swift blow to the head with his pummel, then proceeded to take off a chunck of it's hand.
The fanged monster stood there bleeding and screaming at the man with the sword. He smirked at it and extended his right arm, ready to finish the beat off.
BANG
The man fell to his legs after the bullet went through his thigh.
BANG
Another bullet sent the sword flying from his hand. From behind the fang creature stepped two human looking creatures. The first was a disheveled looking man with dirty blond hair and wearing biker jacket. He laughed maniacally as he began to kick the swordsman to the ground repeatedly. With another giggle, he looked down to get a good look at his face.
"Hey. Hey Bertram. This isn't the one. It's totally not the one. They sent the wrong person Bertram. What the fuck?"
A second man came up behind him, wearing sunglasses and a policeman's uniform. He still had his freshly used revolver in his left hand.
"I can see that numbnuts," he stated in a southern American accent. "Hold on a second." The cop patted the swordsman down, looking for anything interesting. He removed the man's phone and his badge from his pants pocket. "Heh?" He looked from the badge, over to the sword. He gathered some bile from his throat and sit directly on the blade. The saliva burned on contact. "Just as I thought. Anti-demonic weaponry. We got ourselves a pro"
The cop went through the phone looking for a number. He stopped at one in particular and started to text.
"Hey! Hey Bertram. Who is that? What are you doing?"
"Jut ending out a little message to this guy's boss. Letting them know what's up and all"
"Oh. Cool. That's cool. What do we do about the suit here"
"No use letting him go to waste" The cop nodded at the fanged monster as he finished his message. The swordsman's screams could be heard from all around as the two strangers walked away.
[HEADING=1]Chapter 2: The Salvation of Earth[/HEADING]
Eliezer headed towards to where the portal would be, a small, forgettable alleyway that London had in abundance - if you asked him where he was based off the alleyway he could say Camden, Ealing or Greenwich. As soon as he was out of view, the portal leading back to DICE appeared. This was it then, revenge or going back to the same routine. Eliezer knew without thinking which would be the more favourable outcome.
He stepped through the swirling blue gateway, arriving back at DICE instantaneously. A woman was waiting for him to check in, he quickly waved the ID card in front of her and went though the search. The briefcase with the files went though a scanner and came out without a fuss. THe part he had been concerned about was over and he nonchalantly headed back to the file room on Division 5's level.
He decided to forgo the usual look-shifty-checking-if-anyone-was-around and quietly took the files out of the briefcase and put them back in the filing cabinate, once the briefcase was empty, leaving only some wads of cash and the fake ID's in it, he started on putting the files back in order, if anyone asked he could just tell them he was sorting out the files. It was true in a sense.
Garath watched as the ghost took form and began to converse with Vayle, he seemed to have been a demon hunter of some sort, not surprising considering Vayle's abilities. What worried him was how strong the spirit was, he felt confident that he could contain it if it tried to break free, but it was certainly the one of the strongest spirits he'd ever had respond to this spell.
Still the ghost hadn't tried anything yet, so he had no reason to do anything but sit back and watch the conversation unfold. The spell didn't require much focus to maintain at this point, but he did have to be ready to dismiss it at any point, so he sat back and kept concentrating.
A man in a red leather jacket and noh mask began whistling as he waited for Elizer to get done with the files he was messing around with. He leaned on a different cabinet and looked around. He waited until he was sure the two were alone before talking.
"Doing some secretary work there I see? That's cool. Anything really interesting in there?"
The man started messing about with the other cabinets' pretending to look for something alongside Elizer.
A man wearing a red leater jacket and a noh mask styled as the appearance of an oni started whistling beside Eliezer, he was leaning against one of the cabinets with a casual demeanour, but this was no time for Eliezer to let his guard down.
"Doing some secretary work there I see? That's cool. Anything really interesting in there?"
He then mirrored what Eliezer was doing and started fiddling with the other cabinets.
"Not really, you'd think a group of demon hunters would have some more interesting personal, but it's just the standard fare with some magic thrown in, it's disappointing really," He said offhandedly and slid the draw he was messing with shut, "You don't look much like a secretary though."
"Not really, you'd think a group of demon hunters would have some more interesting personal, but it's just the standard fare with some magic thrown in, it's disappointing really," He said offhandedly and slid the draw he was messing with shut, "You don't look much like a secretary though."
"Nah. I'm not really fit to be a secretary. The whole thing just sounds boring as hell. My talents are better spent elsewhere. Anything other than a desk job really"
He picked a file at random and started thumbing through it. He hoped he'd find at least one interesting pick while he was there.
"Yup. Dull, dull, and more dullness. Nothing to see here"
He slipped the file back into the cabinet and shrugged.
"Ah well. Can't say I didn't try Elizer. Ah well. Time for me to go find something else to do"
Aaron, still holding his package, set up in a D3 firing range. He set down the package, his pistols, and the blast mask, and unpackaged what he had received in D6. He fitted the matching silencers to his pistols, hoping that this time, things would be different. For the sake of preparedness, Aaron strapped the blast mask to his face and pulled it down, then aimed downrange at two targets and fired. Thank God he had the blast mask on.
The silencers blew up in his protected face, sending him stumbling backwards as the engraved ivory on his guns flashed as if it had been rudely awoken from a deep sleep. Muttering words that he didn't want the D6 people to hear, Aaron headed back to his bunk on level 4 and disposed of the silencer remnants and hung up the blast mask, making a mental note to return it later.
Sitting on the side of his bed, he pulled out a book and began to contemplate his next move. He would like to attempt to persuade Sophia again to give the Second Coming a shot, but he hadn't seen her recently, and he suspected that she had been shipped out on another campaign or some such, as she was in the military branch, after all. Reminiscing on his recent exploits, Aaron turned his thoughts in the direction of the mystery man Isaac, who knew so much and had revealed so little. The way Aaron's surname had lingered in Isaac's head bothered the D4 agent, and he was itching to find out what the Specter man knew. Setting the book down, now twirling a pen in his right hand, Aaron made a mental checklist of the people he knew that Isaac knew. That woman he arrived with, whose name began with an "A", if she had no loyalty to DICE, then Aaron doubted that he could sway her in his direction with no real risk. Then, his thoughts drifted to the D2 head, Christina Noble, one of the few who seemed to have any authority over Isaac. Making up his mind as to what his next move was, Aaron took off his coat that he was still wearing for some reason, still wearing his pistols and vest, and headed to the central elevators.
Keeping an eye out for Sophia, although at this point it was mostly out of vain hope, Aaron prayed that she was home and not busy as he knocked on the door to Christina Noble's office.
Richard started looking through the files that had shown up after he had typed in the password, and Daniel had left the room. At first he had thought of looking through the files concerning himself, but he decided that finding out who Daniel Tropas actually was was more important. He clicked through the different folders, and soon found the folder containing the information on Daniel.
"Ah well. Can't say I didn't try Elizer. Ah well. Time for me to go find something else to do"
Good he rather get on with erasing the error he had made in haste without some idiot who thought it would be clever to wear such an obnoxious mask pestering him. He wondered how the masked man knew his name, he had gotten used to everyone in the labs knowing who he was that it went right over head initially. He was part of DICE that much was apparent, must be another lacky sent to keep an eye on him, best not to make any other errors then. Although he was curious about what the man had tried to do.
"You could do that, or you could tell me what you were doing here in the first place. After if you are as talented as you think you are, wouldn't your time be better spent elsewhere, not leaning on filing cabinets?"
Daniel's file looked fairly lacking. It seemed that he had only been a part of DICE for little over a year.
Name: Daniel Tropas Age: 23 Gender: Male
From what we've gathered on his time before entering the organization, Daniel was born in Los Angeles, California. The location of his parents are unknown, as he was raised by his uncle Nathan Logoto. He spent his college years studying physics at the University of Southern California.
It seems that the boy had a knack for creating weapons, as DICE agents on one assignment found him one day shooting demons with a pulse rile. After subduing him, Daniel was giving the chance to join DICE, and was put to work in the weapons development department.
Arrest Record: Public Indecency. Destruction of public property. Sexual misconduct.
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"You could do that, or you could tell me what you were doing here in the first place. After if you are as talented as you think you are, wouldn't your time be better spent elsewhere, not leaning on filing cabinets?"
"I guess you could say that. But I guess you could also say my time is better spent checking up on the new people. People I din't authorize I might add"
The man looked Elizer over for a moment before continuing.
"I come back from a mission and to my surprise, my division has a new recruit. I found it strange, seeing as how I have to see to however gets transfered here personally. That, and they checked out through a portal not long after joining. So...how was it that gave you the badge?"
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Christina heard a knock and her door and allowed it to open up on it's own. The person on the other side didn't look like anyone from her division, but she ushered him inside anyway.
"Please come in. Have a seat"
She was alone in her office, getting her paperwork tidied up as while she waited for Aaron to take the chair in front of her.
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