D.I.C.E(Game Thread/PM to Join)

[Azkar Almsivi]

Azkar blushed "I thought so... I'll restrain myself in future. As for Demon souls, it depends on the size. But usually I drain some of the power and let it go, then it probably returns back to the deep and waits until it gets enough strength to regenerate a new body." Azkar places her hands on her pale, bare chest and mutters "To consume the soul completely and force the demon to cease it's existence all together means I would have to risk my own soul and even if I win, I would need to take on all of their evil and corruption. I usually just take some energy and dump it unless the Demon is particularly dangerous." Azkar was finding it difficult to explain the concept of souls and energy to a mundane person.

Azkar turned and smiled at the comment she had just received "The theory is I was alive and dragged into Hell, chosen to be ascended to Demon hood. However my ritual began but never ended. Azkar is the beginning of my Demonic name. I began my transformation into a greater evil but never finished it. Thus I am not Human, Demon or a half breed."

As the albino girl portion of her was talking, the eyeless head was scanning the area. She sensed fear and was greatly excited by it. Only to find it was some form of spiritual entity somewhere in the room upon amplifying her psychic senses, a pity.

 

[Nouw]

"And, I am glad to have helped you figure some things out. Whilst I don't normally do high fives, I'll make an exception." Isabelle said.

"And I am glad to be that exception!" Danny said. He looked around the plane to investigate the rest of the 'team' in more detail but was abruptly stopped by the thing. He reached for his gun, once again, only to realize this time he had no ammo.

"Erm anyone know where to get some S&W 500 ammo?" he asked, hoping that someone, anyone, would reply.

 

[DarkRawen]

Richard looked at Isabella as she approached and spoke to Azkar. Isabella was a human, but she seemed okay, being able to know the difference between the sciences. Then, when Azkar answered her, Richard smiled. "Losing your soul certainly won't help anyone, and neither does corruption."

"I wonder what kind of ritual that was, but it probably wasn't pleasant, so I won't pry into it," he added silently in his mind.

 

[Shadowstar38]

The Lieutenant finally made it on board the jet. Upon seeing him, the pilot immediately stood at attention and saluted out of habit.

"S-sir. Good to see you. I was not told someone from high command would be on this mission sir."

The Lieutenant smiled at her and made a slight gesture with his hand as if to tell her to be more at ease.

"You're fine Raida. I'm just part of the crew for this one"

The pilot lowered her hand and took her seat again. Though she still showed a visible sign of worry. The Lieutenant took a seat next to DR. Reid and rested his head on his hand, listening to the conversations unfolding.

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The figure in the shadows turned as Mikhail approached and proceeded down the path he had came from, hoping Mikhail would keep following. The demons continued to watch in contempt as the two wondered off deeper into the wilderness.

"You're so lucky I ran into you when I did," the being finally said again after a few minutes. What exactly are you people doing this far into demon country?"

 

[Terratina.]

Elgior sighed, ended the projection and floated to the hangar where Jet 12 resided as soon as he heard the order. Leviating took great effort and concentration on Eligor's part but it seems that the matter of a wielder had been totally ignored. While the demonic abomination was certian that no-one would die on this mission, Eligor had his doubts. He took his seat when the pilot opened up the plane, he decided the rest of the sqaud assembled were simply rabble, the off-duty personnal that were more a danger to themselves than the demons D.I.C.E. using ended up slaying. But Isabelle was different.

"Care to tell me about the blade you have there?" Eligor asked.

 

[deathbydeath]

Aaron saw the sword float up into the jet, and after a quick head count he determined that Eligor was the last agent on this mission. Extinguishing his cigarette with a flick of his finger, he himself finally boarded the aircraft and searched for the lieutenant to harass him about what's going to happen on the mission. As his eyes thoroughly scanned the plane, he paused for a second to take in the sight of the passengers on board it. "Christ, this crew is so motley, you could sew it into a goddamn quilt.", Aaron's cynical mind informed him. As he kept thinking, his disposition shifted some. "At least this could be fun. I still need sleep, though."

 

[Ultraman950]

Sophie, obviously expecting her hand to be shaken, looks down at her hand when Azkar caressed it, a little surprsied, but she shook it off and retracted her hand. She didn't seem to mind that the white-haired girl was naked.

"A bit," she replied. "I can't turn into a big demon monster. That's gonna be really useful. Just make sure you don't get hit too much."

 

[DarkRawen]

Having little more to ask Azkar at the moment, Richard went over to his seat, and examined his stuff. Nothing had been touched, luckily. Examining his shotgun, a dark modern one that could store four short rounds, he couldn't help but sigh. He really disliked damaging his samples like that, but even him, if hit hard enough, could get killed. That wasn't a pleasant thought. When a demon had jumped you, nothing worked better than a shotgun towards the chest or head, at least if you were unable to aim a gun or use a sword. If he could have chosen, he would of course have used a sword, since nice clean cuts didn't butcher the specimen like a gun did.

In the pocket of his coat he kept a few different shells than usual, which one of the other scientists had forced onto him for testing. It had been the last time, actually, but he hadn't used them. Supposedly, it was supposed to store an acid of some kind, capable of causing massive damage to a demon's cells. Now, that was the last thing Richard wanted to do, but should things come to it, he guessed even he valued a human life more than a few more samples.

 

[IFS]

"I choose this one!"

Garath smiled and began to shuffle the cards, occasionally stopping to spray them from one hand to another. While he shuffled Akzar spoke with some of the other agents, Richard in particular seemed to be very interested in her abilities, and was discussing the nature of souls with her.

Garath looked over Akzar, wondering how she ended up like this, a little girl talking casually about eating human flesh and souls.

He stopped shuffling, he carefully selected a card from the center of the deck and held it up for her to see.

"Is this your card?" he asked, holding up the queen of diamonds, smiling, she was still holding her card, but her card was indeed the queen of diamonds. He took back the card from her and shuffled both of them into the deck, then handed it to her to examine, knowing that she would find no doubles.

 

[Shadowstar38]

"So are you with D.I.C.E? I didn't know we had another agent in this sector"

"DICE?," the being asked quizzically. He looked into the distance in thought as he walked.

"Ah. That experiment in organized demon hunting the UN funded. No. By know means am I an agent of this DICE of yours. Though I do know much about demons. That does not explain your presence however"

The guy talking turned his head slightly and smelled the air.

"Clearly human. And by the looks of it, nothing more than a soldier. You are ill prepared for this kind of work"

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"Care to tell me about the blade you have there?" Eligor asked. Isabelle unsheathed the blade, allowing him to look at it. She then looked at him as she spoke.

"This? Suppose I could, after all Eligor, we have some time on our hands. This sword has been apart of my family ever since it began; each and everyone of us has used it as our primary weapon in the defence of mankind, and the destruction of the demonic horde. Despite its age, it has never lost its sharpness, due to the magic that was cast on it when the blade was first forged. It has seen much blood in its time, and no doubt it will continue to for years to come. These runes that are etched upon its surface, they are its most recent addition. They allow the blade to be enchanted with the arcane elements at my disposal."

 

[ToxicPiranah]

Simon noticed he'd been left behind. Shit he needed to catch up. As he heade back out to the lift to get to the Hanger, Simon realised that he was still wearing the jeans, tshirt and jacket he had arrived in. They hadn't given him any kit yet just the I.D badge he had pinned to his jacket. He ran to Division one Armourey assuming they wouldn't mind if he borrowed some kit for a mission. He grabbed a armoured jacket shrugging out of his one and pulling the heavier garmant on. He just remembered to pin the badge on the new one.

Simon sprinted down the corridor, his fae nature allowed him to move much faster than a human and his footsteps were barely audible. Rather than wait for the lift, Simon took the stairs. Taking them two at a time, he was puffing hard when he arrived in the hanger. The door to the aircraft had already shut when he slammed into the side of the craft and knocked heavily. "Hey guys wait for me!" He shouted through gasps for breath. Just my luck, new on the job and already late for the first mission. Bugger.

 

[The Thinker]

Mister Science Man reached behind himself to flip the door-opening switch, still keeping an eye on the rest of the people, including Azkar. He stood up and strode over to her, mulling her over.

"Interesting..." he poked at her hulking legs, "I'm sure we could fix this, after the trip. Heck, maybe even right now!" he pulled out a few test tubes and a game controller from his coat. "What sort of things would you like your lower body to do?"

 

[DarkRawen]

"Interesting..." Mister Science Man said as he poked Azkar. "I'm sure we could fix this, after the trip. Heck, maybe even right now!"

Was he serious? Richard was still unsure of what the man could do. If he could fix her, why hadn't he done it before? "This could get interesting," Richard thought. Then the science man took out a game controller.

"What sort of things would you like your lower body to do?" he asked.

"Ehm... or just kinda silly." He looked at Azkar, trying to read her emotions. How would she react? After all, perhaps she managed to catch what Mr Science was trying to do.

 

[ToxicPiranah]

As the door to the Jet opened, Simon let out a breath of relief. When the door was fully open he climbed up the steps. "Thanks" he said to the young guy by the door release. Taking a seat Simon calmed him self. He had finally stopped panting from his run up the stairs. He planted the pole of his axe between his feet and took out a piece of rough cloth from his bag. He gently began rubbing the head of the axe, polishing the metal.

Asking no one in praticular "Why would you let a guy who's been here less than a few hours on a important mission?" He Inquired "I mean I know I have my powers and I can use my axe but it's not like I'm a proper combatan. Yet."

 

[Shadowstar38]

Seeing that Simon had arrived, The lieutenant signaled for the pilot to get them moving. Raida closed and latched all the doors, and strapped herself into the pilot seat. After the calling into the hanger staff, she flip a few of the switches in front of her and the jet roared to life.

"Why would you let a guy who's been here less than a few hours on a important mission? I mean I know I have my powers and I can use my axe but it's not like I'm a proper combatan. Yet."

"Well that's kind of the point. You have to start somewhere. It might as well be now"

The hanger doors pulled open, and at the end of the runway was a spiraling vortex of blue, radiant energy. Raida pulled the jet off towards the open hanger door and accelerated her speed enough to take off. Hitting the spiral of energy caused a slight jolt on the jet, but not enough to knock anyone who was standing up off their feet. Within a few minutes they were moving through the sky at an even altitude.

The lieutenant sighed a nervous breath of relief, glad to finally be on the way there.

 

[Terratina.]

The greenhorn had finally caught up with the others, Eligor was glad that his snirk couldn't be seen now he had stopped with the astral projecting. The half-fae sat that and polished a fancy-looking axe with a piece of cloth, all while Isabelle droned on about the sword, whose appearance was rather drab in comparison.

"Why would you let a guy who's been here less than a few hours on a important mission? I mean I know I have my powers and I can use my axe but it's not like I'm a proper combatan. Yet."

"If you need a teacher, look to me," Eligor replied, hoping to entice him, "I am the only blade that can teach a young squire like you to be as good as a mighty slayer of Division One."

The Lieutenant gave the signal and the jet's engine fired up and soon they took off, flying into oblivion. Seeing as there was nought to do to wait until they had arrived to their destination, he turned to Isabelle again, hoping the interrupt of their conversation on his part wouldn't branish her opinion of him.

"Ah yes... A family sword," He said, "and an enchanted one at that, interesting. Well I've been passed through generations of families myself."

 

[ToxicPiranah]

"Well that's kind of the point. You have to start somewhere. It might as well be now"
"I guess" Simon replied to the Liutenant.

"If you need a teacher, look to me, I am the only blade that can teach a young squire like you to be as good as a mighty slayer of Division One." The demon blade offered. Simon was tempted. The blade must have a lot of experience but then it was still a Demon. "Thanks, but no thanks. I still have my axe, A present from my Father" Simon said looking at the blade.

As the jet began to take off Simon braced the axe in his hand, moving his hand with the cloth away from the sharp blade.