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

[Shadowstar38]

"All...I...wanted...was...to...go...for...a...walk!"

The Lieutenant sighed and began looking over the bind on Elizer's neck with his magic.

"Why don't you ask the fine agent here, or maybe the mummy who did this?"

"Mummy?"

He went over the possibility of what Elizer could have meant. When the Lieutenant saw how the demon and agent were bonded, he figured out who he was talking about instantly. Though the reason for him showing up was a mystery at the moment.

"I...um. I'm sorry Elizer. People at DICE have been fighting the monsters for so long they forget some demons aren't out to murder the world."

He looks over at Mikhail and Ghost for a moment.

"Not that I have a problem with you guys or anything. You were just doing your job. But Elizer is a person like the rest of us. He deserves to get out on his own once in a while"

The Lieutenant pours some more aura into Elizer's neck and the magic that held hi to Ghost breaks off. For some reason though, it leaves a purple mark on the both of them.

"There. You should be able to move about freely now"
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As Isabelle and Garath ate enjoyed their refreshments, an unnatural presence flows through the room. Although it goes unnoticed by most of the slayers in the room, Vayle sees a young boy move about the room. It's a strange sight, for as far as she knows, DICE doesn't allow children in the base. The boy gives her a smile and a wave and passes through a wall to another part of the base.
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A young man with grey hair, pale skin, and an indistinguishable grey military jacket runs though the base with a device in his hands. It beeps more frequently as he moves forward, somewhat like a metal detector. He eventually finds, much to his dismay, that the device lead him to the Souldrinker.

"Gah! This stupid thing. Why would you lead me to so weird looking sword? I'm trying to find a missing demon here"

 

[Ultraman950]

Disregard.

 

[Terratina.]

After wandering around the D.I.C.E. facility for a while, Eligor found to his dismay that someone was wandering after him, or rather someone else with a rather metal-rich body. The man was wielding a rather annoying device - one that would not stop beeping for some reason - and wearing a rather bland jacket. Military, by the looks of it. Eligor sighed, was this another joker from Division Three?

"Gah! This stupid thing. Why would you lead me to so weird looking sword? I'm trying to find a missing demon here."

"Well, technically I'm a lost demon." Eligor replied in an offhand manner then went on to ask, "What is this all about anyway?"

There were times, many of them in fact, when you missed the times when you were an all-powerful demon with legions of spirits in your power. Beelzebub had even given him a gift of a skeletal steed in recognition of his power as tribute. But even being plunged into a volcano hadn't released him from his imprisonment...

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Vayle blinked her eyes with a look of disbelief, as she saw a young boy move about the common room; going unnoticed by everyone currently in the room, even Isabelle and Garath who were able to see her clearly. The boy gave her a smile and a wave, before passing through the wall, and off to somewhere else in the base.

'What the, who were you little one? I distinctly remember Isabelle telling me that children weren't allowed in the base. Perhaps I was just dreaming, but he definitely felt real.' Vayle thought to herself as she continued to eat the scone that Garath gave her, a look of confusion had changed to a smile as she enjoyed the food.

Isabelle meanwhile was calmly drinking the coffee that Garath's little imp summon got for the two of them.

"I'm better with illusions anyways." Garath remarked before he dismissed the imp, it returning to its previous state.

"Really, what kind of illusions?" Isabelle asked with a somewhat intrigued look.

 

[IFS]

"Really, what kind of illusions?"

"Optical, sometimes auditory, mostly I make and alter images, things people see," he replied, "You saw my work with the camoflage back in the woods, so you've got an idea, oh also this."

He plucked another image of Vayle's rose from the air, then let go of it, leaving it hovering in the air over the table, then let it fade away.

"What about you, I saw the bit with the magic sword, but what else can you do with magic?" He asked.

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

Azkar finished her tea and stood up when the water wasn't spraying near their table. Placing her cup on a bench. She then walked out into the hallway and waited for Richard to come out. He'd been saying something but she couldn't really hear him over the hose.

 

[DarkRawen]

Azkar had left in a hurry, when the hose wasn't spraying near them. He didn't know if she had hear him, so he followed her, running over the slippery floor. He managed to fall and hit his nose. "Ow," he muttered, and stood up again, making sure he didn't leave any blood from his now bleeding nose. He then went into the hallway. "Hey, Azkar," he said in a somewhat muffled voice as he waited for the blood to stop, since the damage would heal pretty fast. "How do you feel about Paris?"

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"Optical, sometimes auditory, mostly I make and alter images, things people see." Garath replied with. "You saw my work with the camouflage back in the woods, so you've got an idea, oh also this." He then plucked another image of Vayle's rose from earlier, letting it hover over the table for a moment, before it faded away again.

"What about you, I saw the bit with the magic sword, but what else can you do with magic?" He then asked.

"Well, primarily I'm able to cast the elements, then direct them towards a target; however, should I require them to take a little more form and function, or change how they can act, chances are I will enchant either my sword or whip with whichever element I choose. They have been useful on occasion as a means for a distraction." Isabelle remarked with a slight giggle, remembering a moment when it had happened.

"Whilst I haven't been able to properly wield two different elements at the same time, I have managed to cast two of the same, which means the range it can cover is increased.

Recently though, I have tried casting elemental shields, which could either nullify a single attack of a particular element, or at least reduce the amount of damage a person takes. Although this is something I have taken to in the last couple of years, so it will be awhile before I can fully get a grasp on its capabilities."

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

The agent started spouting semantics and apologies, he even expected the agent to say: "A demon's for life, not just for Christmas" at one point from all the waffling he was doing, but he had released him from that binding spell, so that was a step in right direction.

Free again, he got to his feet and patted himself down. He was in a sorry state, covered in blood from the various he had received, matched with mud and leaves for extra style, the knife he had been stabbed with was still embedded in his arm, forgot about that. He yanked the knife out and threw it on the ground, more blood sprayed out before the wound closed.

"Thank you agent" He said with a small bow. He didn't like him, but he may as well be polite, lest another lackey come after him "But I'll be on my way now"

 

[IFS]

"Whilst I haven't been able to properly wield two different elements at the same time, I have managed to cast two of the same, which means the range it can cover is increased.

Recently though, I have tried casting elemental shields, which could either nullify a single attack of a particular element, or at least reduce the amount of damage a person takes. Although this is something I have taken to in the last couple of years, so it will be awhile before I can fully get a grasp on its capabilities."

"Interesting," Garath said, taking a drink of coffee, "Between you and Vayle you've got all sorts of magic covered then."

He thought for a bit as he drank his coffee, wonder if I could learn to do that kind of magic, actually I wonder where she learned to do magic.

After he finished his coffee he spoke "If you want to make a shield then why don't you just carry one, you could enchant it like you do your sword couldn't you?"

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"Interesting," Garath said in a nonchalant manner, taking a sip of his coffee. "Between you and Vayle you've got all sorts of magic covered then." This caused Isabelle to laugh a little bit, in a manner she hadn't done in quite a while, which was accompanied with a smile.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." She then took a sip of her coffee, musing on their combined skills for a moment, taking a look at Vayle, and seeing a slight blush as she finished off her scone. Garath soon finished his coffee, and then spoke.

"If you want to make a shield then why don't you just carry one, you could enchant it like you do your sword couldn't you?"

"True, I suppose I could do it that way; although it would require a slightly different phrase to be engraved so the spell would work properly; since its purpose would be primarily to protect, rather than to cause harm. Although, I find them to be rather cumbersome at times, especially when a lot of movement is required. But, I'll give it some thought Garath the next time I come to practice it."

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

Azkar rolled her eyes as she took her shirt off and drained the water out of it with a long twist. "I say countryside and you come up with the capital city of France. Good job." Azkar laughed and sighed at the state of her tank top and pants, but put the shirt back on anyway.
"Where did everyone else go you think? As much fun as I'm having requiring another trip to the laundry and having you hissy fit like an old maid, we might as well see if anyone else wants to come." Azkar's eyes brightened as she realized something.

Out of nowhere Azkar punched Richard hard under his ribs, she then crossed her arms and glared "I didn't get to eat anything decent because of your OCD outburst."

 

[Shadowstar38]

"Well, technically I'm a lost demon." Eligor replied in an offhand manner then went on to ask, "What is this all about anyway?"

The grey haired man powered down the device and placed it in his jacket.

"Oh. Well, the head of Division 2 invited me over to the base to talk to him about something. But he forgot to tell me how to get in. I've never been here before you see. So I thought I'd just make my own portal here. Except...I may have let a few demons into the base on my way in. Sorry about that"
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Isabelle and Garath heard a constant beeping noise getting closer to the them. A blond teenage girl barged into the room from outside, holding what looked like a regular cellphone. She held it outwards and waved it from left to right. She eventually settled her arm and concluded it was leading her to Vayle.

"Ah ha! So there you are. Time to dance demon!"

She pulled out a pair of revolvers and started shooting at Vayle. Noticing that the bullets passed harmlessly through her ghostly form, she stopped and scratched her head in bewilderment.

"Well what the fuck?"
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"Thank you agent. But I'll be on my way now"

"Oh sure. Go ahead. I'll be around if you need me"

The Lieutenant returned the bow and turned towards the direction of the facility, but called back before he disappeared.

"Take as much time as you need"
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The female DICE agent jumped in shock when she laid eyes on Danny. Someone like her had seen some strange things, but people forming out of thin air could still give one a scare. She drew her weapon with a shaky hand and pointed it at Danny.

"H...hold it right there you!"

The constant shaking of her arm caused the gun to slip and hit the ground, making it fire and hit the wall.

"Oh God!"

 

[Nouw]

Having just returned from an alternate dimension, after what Danny could have sworn was days, he couldn't react in any other way aside from simply falling on the ground. "Why did you just do that? I didn't choose you to just fall over and die, get up silly man." Without giving it a second thought, Danny obeyed the voice in his head. He was too tired to argue with whoever had just given him an order. In fact, he was too tired to even try and calm the agent down.

"I'd clean that up if-," Danny said pointing at the ground where the blood used to be. "Uh, never mind. Um...well I suppose I..." "The vent, remember?" "Better get going with my investigation! It was nice meeting you by the way," and having said that, Danny left the scene and the agent, too shocked to follow him.

He didn't want to continue his investigation but Danny felt a strange sense of obligation he had never felt before, as if he was doing it for someone else under their influence. It was if he didn't have control over his body. Wait hold the fuck up.

"Yes?"

Danny jumped and looked around. The agent was picking up her gun and minding her own business. She didn't look like a psychic, just an average agent sent to clean up after the team. If the common mook had psychic-communication powers, why didn't the team? It would have been invaluable on the mission and so there was no reason not to use it. They had practically sent him on his first mission naked and cold on what D.I.C.E. was; he could handle a voice in his head telling him to go the other way or stop.

"If you think I'm part of D.I.C.E. you are sadly mistaken."

Danny jumped again and this time, he dared to talk back.

Uh no offense but, who the fuck are you and why are you talking to me?
"Pwah, who am I? Pull up your sleeves and look for yourself you ignorant buffoon!"

Danny complied and pulled his sleeves up. What he saw scared him, and at this point in his career he had expected no more scares or surprises. His arteries were throbbing and glowing red, the kind of exaggerated blood vessels you expected to see in an over the top cartoon. His arms weren't any bigger and that shocked him more.

You're the bl-
"Of course I'm the blood! Why do you think it's all gone now? Why do you think your blisters are gone too? We have no time for this Danny-boy, we've got to get going!"
Going where? Why do we need to investigate the blood? Do all demons have a second voice in their head that sounds like Wheatly?
"Who's Wheatly? Gah, never mind. Can we walk and talk at least?"
I'm not going anywhere without getting some answers first.

Danny's legs started moving towards the vent.

"So what's your first question?"

 

[DarkRawen]

"I say countryside and you come up with the capital city of France. Good job."

"Paris has a countryside, right? I mean, right outside the city-part of it?" He his sister had stayed in the countryside when she traveled to Paris, so he was fairly sure of that. When Azkar was done trying to dry her shirt, She started laughing for some reason.

"Where did everyone else go you think? As much fun as I'm having requiring another trip to the laundry and having you hissy fit like an old maid, we might as well see if anyone else wants to come."

He was about say something, but suddenly Azkar got a nasty look in her eyes, and she punched him him hard right between his ribs and stomach, making him lose his breath. Luckily, his nose had stopped bleeding in that short while, else he could have spilled blood on the floor. Still, it hurt like hell.

"I didn't get to eat anything decent because of your OCD outburst."

"I---" he had to get his breath back before talking again. To the various onlookers it had to look like he was getting bullied by her. Perhaps he was, Richard was far too dense to actually realize something like that. Instead, he tried to lessen the pain by rubbing the area where she had hit him, carefully so he numbed. "I don't really think that was a OCD outburts... I mean... it was the cafeteria," he looked away, wanting to get his point across, but not feeling like getting her even more angry.

"Also, interesting and awesome as it was... no one told you to call the quarantine people on him... It should have been pretty obvious that you wouldn't get to eat more if you did..." Honestly, he didn't feel any guilt when it came to that, considering he'd only told the marine guy why he shouldn't be soaked in blood in the D6 cafeteria.
Richard looked back at her. She was going to hit him, wasn't she? He still didn't feel any guilt but at least he could return the favor, seeing as she seemed to have called the quarantine people for his sake.

"If we go, even if no one else comes, I'll pay for your food, okay? If several people come, I'll still pay for your food," that had to be enough of treat for it to be a fair trade. Of course, that would normally include him hitting her or something that would inflict pain, but she was much smaller than him. Azkar was probably stronger, but it still would seem extremely wrong for him to hit her. Besides, as much pain as she had inflicted on him landing on him, poking his ribs and now outright hitting him, that pain would soon be gone. He smiled to her, and tilted his head.

"Is that an okay deal? You can choose whatever kind of food you like, and as much as you'd like."

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

Azkar continued frowning and grabbed Richard by the collar, pulling him down so they were eye to eye, noses nearly touching. She stared at him with a frown then let him go, pushing him back.
"If you were Demonic you would have been insulted. As much as I love traveling, something feels off." Azkar wandered further down the hall to an office and went inside, ignoring the protests of the scientist within. She quickly picked up his work phone and dialed in the security number. After a few moments she was back outside.

"I can't sense anything anymore but I knew something was off, even without the Demon blood." Azkar patted Richard on the chest and gave an exasperated sigh "Some moronic officer managed to botch up a portal and the base has a light infestation. I assume because there aren't any alarms blaring that everyone here is either lobotomized or they have people trying to deal with it hush hush." Azkar then shook her head, placing a palm on her forehead "However gunshots have been reported, so I guess the people on the job are also morons."

Azkar put her hands on her hips and simply stated "Maybe if some of these people get culled more worthy candidates will replace them, so I'm really not fussed if we help clear the base or not. So you can choose." She then flatly added "However if you take as long deciding as you did for the trip, I'll just ditch you."

 

[DarkRawen]

Azkar didn't smile back, she pulled him down and frowned at him, before releasing him and pushing him. So he still wasn't off the hook, figures.

"If you were Demonic you would have been insulted. As much as I love traveling, something feels off."

Something felt off? Also, what did she mean with the first part? If he was demonic? "Huh?" Azkar wandered down to the office and entered, soon afterwards she exited again, Richard just looking at her, confused.


"I can't sense anything anymore but I knew something was off, even without the Demon blood." Azkar patted Richard on the chest and gave an exasperated sigh "Some moronic officer managed to botch up a portal and the base has a light infestation. I assume because there aren't any alarms blaring that everyone here is either lobotomized or they have people trying to deal with it hush hush." Azkar then shook her head, placing a palm on her forehead "However gunshots have been reported, so I guess the people on the job are also morons."

Azkar put her hands on her hips and simply stated "Maybe if some of these people get culled more worthy candidates will replace them, so I'm really not fussed if we help clear the base or not. So you can choose." She then flatly added "However if you take as long deciding as you did for the trip, I'll just ditch you."

"I won't help out," Richard sighted. If he did, the chief would probably send him on a month-long vacation to Cuba. "I don't think you should either, considering that it's in the HQ. Either the demons are weak, which means they don't need your help, or the demons are too strong, which would mean we're not going to defeat them if one more person tries anyway. Honestly, I'd like to leave." He looked at her, determined and then he shrugged."There, you go, that's how I feel about this. I really doubt there is any demons here worth examining, and if I'm mistaken, I still won't be able to because I have a forced non-work day."

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Ignoring the Agent he cheerily walked off. He walked and walked and walked and didn't stop walking until he had lost sight of the agents, the jets and anything else that would try and stop him. He was free. Nothing but the vast open landscape, the trees and the night the sky surrounded him, he was found of star, they came and went with the seasons, yet they were as enduring as he was. During all this time, through millennia and millennia, they had barely change. Some were dimmer, some brighter, but nearly all of them he remembered were still there.

"Ha...Ha...Hahaha!" He doubled over in laughter

Who was he trying to fool? He would never be free. As long as Raguel's curse endured he would be trapped. Not by a cage of iron and steel, plastic and concrete, but by this damned body he was forced to inhabit. He would die over and over, from hunger, from the cold, from thirst, forever unable to leave the mortal coil or return to the underworld. He was trapped by his own arrogance. He realised D.I.C.E would find him, they wouldn't have let him go if they couldn't and his chance of finding a settlement before that happened was zero to none. He didn't plan on making it easy for them though.

"You haven't won yet Raguel"

He got up and started walking again, trudging along though the dead leaves. The autumnal air was already biting into his flesh and the blood he was covered in was still slightly most and was starting to freeze, cracking and splintering as he walked. It would only be a matter of time before the cold took him and he didn't have the know how or the supplies to start a fire, that would only make it easier for D.I.C.E. to find him though, he would have to make every step count.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

A constant beeping could be heard, it getting louder with each step. Suddenly a blond teenage girl barged into the room, carrying what looked like an ordinary cell phone. She began waving it around left and right, until the focus of the beeping came from Vayle.

"Ah ha! So there you are. Time to dance demon!" She then said, pulling out a pair of revolvers, and started shooting at Vayle. Noticing that the bullets passed harmlessly through her ghostly form, she stopped and scratched her head in bewilderment.

"Well what the fuck?" Vayle meanwhile was scared at what happened, but also slightly glad that as a spirit, bullets simply went through her. Isabelle meanwhile, was furious, but not to the point of anger. She spoke in a calm, but fierce tone.

"What the hell are you doing? How dare you shoot at my assistant, but also my friend. Didn't your little scanner device tell you that she wasn't a demon. Explain yourself, now."

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

Azkar shrugged and turned around, heading towards a stairwell. "I'm going to go slap something together in the DIV 3 armory. Plus the mess hall might not be coated in water and spilled stuff over there." She interlocked her fingers and stretched her arms behind her head as she walked. "Plus my new room is in that section, I might as well have a nap afterwards if RnR here is so boring. We can work out the trip when we know we won't have to come back if another dipshit does something stupid."

Azkar opened the door and looked back at Richard "What are you going to do?" Before he answered she let it close and kept walking.