S.L.I.C.E. {Game Thread/ Closed, Started}

[Pappytech]

"Mmmmmm... C'mon, c'mon." Unable to hold back a sigh, Lyra tapped her foot against the floor as she impatiently waited for the elevator doors to spring open. She could've sworn that she'd been standing in the same place, staring at the impassive metal plates, for a solid five minutes now; for crying out loud, just how long did it take for people to get to their floors?!

Ding

"Freaking finally," she muttered her breath, effortlessly hefting her backpack and the M95's carrying case. Irritably stomping her way into the enclosed space, the soldier slammed her fist against the ground floor's button, mumbling something unintelligible about technology and building codes. Then again, what did she really expect? It was obvious that the SLICE headquarters weren't quite finished yet; maybe putting in a halfway decent motor for the elevator was still on their list.

Her foot still tapping out a staccato beat, Lyra stared at the lights that ran across the top of the doorway, mentally counting down along with them. Three, two, one, annnnnnnnnnnnnd... There we go.

As the elevator shuddered to a halt and opened to the ground floor, Lyra stepped forward, making a conscious effort to keep a smile on her face. God, she was not a morning person...

 

[deathbydeath]

04:42, Floor 7

For Lars, sleep could begin in a myriad of different ways. Generally, though, it always ended the same way.

... but yes, Lars, I will. Then silence, then consciousness.

Sitting up, out of his sleep, Lars awoke himself to consciousness and shook his head to life. Resting it in his hands to clear his head, Lars got out of bed and removed his damp shirt before checking the time. Lars remembered that he didn't have a timepiece in his room while locating a new shirt to wear, so he pulled on a fresh shirt and sat down on his bed to think over what to do next. He hadn't been informed of any new professional obligations, so he sat down again, this time in a chair, and laid his head back against the wall before contemplating how to kill the time.

When Lars awoke from his second nap this morning, there were no nightmares this time. However, this does not mean that his awakening was any less traumatic.

"Good morning, kiddos, today you get to head out for your first mission!"

Lars jerked up and out of the chair as the massive Irish voice struck him out his slumber. He dressed himself properly, in a general business outfit, and headed to the elevator, weaving through the exodus as much as his sleep-impaired self would let him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our mission today will require stealth and cunning."

Grumbling through the entire spiel, Lars immediately headed up to the ground floor without delay, hoping that he could grab as much sleep as possible in transit, but also because he needed nothing other than the clothes on his back. Well, maybe some more sleep.

 

[deathbydeath]

It's be greatly appreciated if you ignore this redundant post.

 

[Ruedyn]

James stood on the balcony, overlooking the recruits that had gathered there. Most, if not all, were standing around waiting, probably waiting for orders and transportation. Luckily, the "G- Man" had volunteered to give the next orders. All that was left was to sit around, eat some pie, and hope that the recruits don't die horribly.

"Get ready for mass teleportation in 3...-"

'Wait, what?' James leaned over the railing, green runes began glowing in the corners of the hall, becoming almost blinding.

"2..."

More runes, purple on the ground beneath every person, lit up as well. This seemed too planned, But James relaxed slightly.

'We have to know what we're doing, right?'

"1!" All the runes began crackling with energy, and then everything faded. Everyone was gone, in the blink of an eye. James sat, eyebrow cocked.

'Neat.'
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D2 & D6

Outside a Stadium, Gary IN​

The two division heads were whispering to each other, talking about their plan of attack. The stadium seemed derelict, but one would be hard pressed to find a place that DIDN'T look that way. Words were echoing in the wind, yet were unitelligible, but laughter hung in the air. Finally, the leader of D6 sighed, turning and speaking to everyone in the crowd, a sensation members of D6 were at least slightly used to.

"Division 6, form around me, we'll need to make illusion spells. Remember to let Guerra's thick headed brutes lead the charge." Though his face was entirely unseen, most could tell he was smirking.
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D3 & D5

Outside a Warehouse, Gary IN​

A heavily vandalized warehouse loomed in the distance, and all was quieter than around the stadium, and more tense. The surrounding woodlands were creepy, but would serve as decent cover and a hiding place.

"Fuckin' hell, I hate teleportation." the D3 head started, stretching his back, but was shut up immediately by the elf.

"We have a job to do. Then you can begin hitting people. D5! Wait around the perimeter, the dealers are on their way, and we have to keep 'em from meeting the demons. D3, just hide, and don't make too much noise. ESPECIALLY you, Pendragon." The D3 leader was about to say something, but the slow exhale smoke, quickly making the area seem foggy. Pendragon gave up, shrugging.

"You heard the elf, move out."

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

"Get ready for mass teleportation in 3...-" green runes appeared in each corner of the room
"What?"
"2..." a purple rune appeared under john, as well as everyone else
"Fuck."
"1!" The runes began crackling with energy
Shit. Shit. Shit. Then everything faded out.

John blinked rapidly and began coughing through his gas mask. The steel ball had dropped to the ground infront of him.
Once he had restabilized he pocketed the ball and looked around.

A heavily vandalized warehouse loomed in the distance and the area was quiet except for the others around him. The area was surrounded with woodlands, which was probably lucky, he wasn't sure though.


The D3 head spoke up "Fuckin' hell, I hate teleportation." he began stretching his back, but was quieted by an elf, someone that John didn't recognize.

The Elf spoke "We have a job to do. Then you can begin hitting people. D5! Wait around the perimeter, the dealers are on their way, and we have to keep 'em from meeting the demons. D3, just hide, and don't make too much noise. ESPECIALLY you, Pendragon."

The D3 head (Pendragon?) spoke again "You heard the elf, move out."

John looked around for a place to set up, his mind was too screwed up from the teleport to think of someplace creative so he wandered into the woodlands. He went behind a particularly thick tree and pulled his rifle out of it's sling. Having a sane thought finally he began to mentally block out his image within a few feet.

 

[DarkRawen]

"Division 6, form around me, we'll need to make illusion spells. Remember to let Guerra's thick headed brutes lead the charge."

Will watched as many of the other D6 people gathered around the man, but he didn't move himself. They had been teleported here somehow, and he didn't really like it. Wouldn't it be better to prepare for the illusion magic before they got there? He sighed. "What about us non-spell D6? I'd hardly call myself a thick headed brute," Will muttered. Lucas might fit the brute description a bit better, but of the two, Lucas was definitely the smart one. Will saw himself as more the clever type, if one distinguished between the two as he did. He was good at thinking out of the box, at least, bad at thinking inside it, creative rather than orderly. He then realized he was rambling in his mind.

"Does that even matter? Of course it doesn't. Damn that witch for not letting me get something to wake up a little with, not my fault if I accidentally forget to help her, should she need it."

Of course, he didn't mean it. Nope. Not at all. Not a single tiny bit. After all, she seemed frail, and unable to protect herself if she had to. "Lucas, don't forget to be my meat shield, okay?" he said, thinking about that had made him more anxious for himself than anything else.

 

[IFS]

"Lucas, don't forget to be my meat shield, okay?"

Lucas nodded, smiling slightly, turning towards their leader he asked "Anything I should shift into to hide better?"

He had no illusions, and while he supposed he could change his skin to camouflage he doubted he would be very useful in hiding the group. He felt almost as if he belonged more with the grunts charging the place, but then no matter what he would be here to protect his brother.

He glanced around at the others, so many unfamiliar faces, though there were a few he recognized from last night. In particular he wondered what Medea would be doing on the operation, he couldn't really judge her for her scars considering how he looked when he used his powers, and while he still felt that her actions had been downright bitchy he wondered how much she had suffered to get such scars, and almost felt bad for her. Almost.

 

[Ruedyn]

"Anything I should shift into to hide better?"

The man in the purple hoodie cocked his head to the side.

"Yes, can you keep up a pair of tiny horns? Demons seem to love those. A pointy tail is also in season lately... What is your name, again, Brother or Will?" The last part was a whisper, and for a biref second the face behind the mask was visible, grinning widely, with crazed orange eyes. It wasn't too unlike a shark.

"I'm Zeke." He turned around on his heel, "As for you, Will, line up for an illusion spell...."

 

[DarkRawen]

"As for you, Will, line up for an illusion spell...."

Assuming this man knew that Will couldn't use spells, he went in line behind the D2 people, and the D6 who couldn't cast these kinds of spells either. However, he did look at Lucas, did this mean they wouldn't be able to team up? That would be kind of a waste. They were a good team, after all. Not only because they were brother, but they covered each other weaknesses fairly well, and knew how the other thought and acted, and what they could do. And Lucas made sure Will didn't mess up, again. He frowned, he wasn't sure what to think about the man in the purple hood. He didn't know why the man knew his name, apart from Merlin letting it be known, but one would think he'd know Lucas' as well. It felt off.

"He said his name was Zeke, right? I don't know if I trust him." Then again, he didn't really trust Merlin either. For all he knew, it would be some kind of test, or trick. After all, the fact that Lucas wasn't offered the same deal had managed to make Will a bit cautious about it.

 

[IFS]

"Yes, can you keep up a pair of tiny horns? Demons seem to love those. A pointy tail is also in season lately... What is your name, again, Brother or Will?"

"Lucas, and yeah I can manage that, not sure my pants would work right with a tail though," he said, quickly forming a pair of horns on his head, he didn't bother with the tail, but after a moments thought gave his skin a slight reddish tint.

"This good?" he asked, watching Will out of the corner of his eye, he wanted to be able to recognize him even after they put the illusion on him.

 

[Ruedyn]

"This good?"

"It's fine." Zeke said casually, nodding and studying Lucas closely, "Is that magic or genetic? Hm..." He shook his head, waving his hand.

An elf was taking care of the illusion spells, for the most part. His pale skin, sunken eyes, and shaggy hair showed he had spent more than a few all nighters this week. He cast the spell on the Samael, who grumbled things about this being 'Dishonorable' and 'stupid'. Still, he went along with it, being the first to be disguised.

"Oh god, this is terrible!" Samael was looking at himself, his clothes had changed to jeans and a Packers jersey, his wings changed to that of a bat. His horns and tail were also evident.

"Why football."

"I'm from Minnesota, and this helps us keep track of eachother." The elf said, absentmindedly, casting the spell on some guy in CANSOFCOM gear, the only part that seemed to deviate from the norm was a black cross on his bicep.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

A flash of light and the witch had been teleported elsewhere. Groups of people from the two very different divisions were gathering around two men; the heads of the aforementioned divisions. She walked over to them, joining the group and raised her hand if to ask something, but reconsidered. Illusions weren't her forte, divining was. The witch could try scrying the area but the military looking types had probably got a map of the place. It was absurd how useless she felt. She just stood their blankly waiting for an order while the elder brother morphed into something resembling a demon from old picture books for children. Something felt off about that appearance, like it should be something more horrible.

 

[Terratina.]

He was teleported and he heard what the D6 was saying about his Division. Simple brutes, eh? Well Haytham would show him. If these lot were just simple brutes, then they would simply charge into the building without any planning whatsoever and end up dead. Nice and simple like that. Immediately, he began to break rank and walked up to the head of D6. But on the way, he made sure that he was presentable and offloaded the pile of munitions he was carrying by the gathered crowd of D2 'grunts'. Seriously, even that was a mark on his honour. With every thought about it, he grew more angry.

What did this organisation have against military types? Of course, he was outclassed by magic, but that wasn't the point. An organisation like this needed to work as a team and putting others down wasn't good for morale. He rolled up this sleeves and sternly addressed the D6 head in a mock-British accent, "Sir, I must express my sincere distaste for the vulger terminology with which you have referred to myself and these fine gentlemen who will engage in glorious battle alongside me. Your remark is a stain upon my honor, sir, and I will have at you with fisticuffs on the morrow!"

 

[IFS]

"Is that magic or genetic? Hm..."

"Magic genetics maybe? I don't know," Lucas replied, he saw how the illusions would look, and confident that he would be able to recognize Will he began to look over the others.

There was a D2 soldier complaining in a mock British accent in a manner that he couldn't help but chuckle at. Maybe this place wouldn't be so terrible to work at after all. He saw Medea again, deciding that it would be stupid to hold a grudge against her, and in part still curious about her, he walked over to her.

"Hey, I think we got off on the wrong foot last time, so why don't we try again?" he said, not extending a hand since he knew she wouldn't shake it, "So are you the actual Medea from greek myth? I don't know what a greek accent sounds like but I don't think yours is one."

He was doing his best to be friendly again, although that approach had failed last time, still he was curious and her name was as good an ice breaker as any. He considered apologizing for Will, but then she might not have realized that he did that. Besides he was willing to bet her scars were a sore point if she covered them up, so it would be rude to bring up something relating to them. Besides if she decided to be an ice queen again he could always go talk to the amusing D2 fellow.

 

[Ruedyn]

"Your remark is a stain upon my honor, sir, and I will have at you with fisticuffs on the morrow!"

Zeke stared into his eyes for a few seconds, before speaking,

"What blood type are you?" He looked around, noticing the witch, "You, line up for an Illusion spell or something. Does nobody here know how goddamn illusion spells work?"

The elf motioned for her to come over, casting something quick. The lack of change COULD'VE been considered insulting (only horns, a tail, and a jersey were added), but he really didn't care.

"That should work for now. If you want a different one, feel free to ask."

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

The witch watched as her skin turned red, the thought of what she looked like now made her skin crawl with disgust. It was foolish to think such a simple disguise could mislead the demons, they may look like demons, and they may walk like demons, yet they weren't. Something inside her doubted Zeke's plan, she knew they would be caught.

The were dressing themselves as mock turtle soup, those that wouldn't have known the difference wouldn't catch them out, but the experts would know that they were all brains and offal, not a hint of turtle in them.

"Hey, I think we got off on the wrong foot last time, so why don't we try again?" He said, "So are you the actual Medea from Greek myth? I don't know what a Greek accent sounds like but I don't think yours is one."

The witch shook her head, "I am Scottish, Medea is just a name, it can belong to more than one person." She replied.

 

[IFS]

"I am Scottish, Medea is just a name, it can belong to more than one person."

"Ok, had to be sure since I met Merlin just last night, so uh, how did you end up working for SLICE?" he asked, she was still making it rather difficult to carry on a conversation with her, but at least he was making more progress than he had in the elevator.

He considered how to improve his disguise, he had never seen a devil before, but he imagined they had clawed hands and yellow eyes, so he shifted to add those. He wondered if they would add a jersey to him with their illusions, after all he couldn't generate clothing.

 

[DarkRawen]

When Will had gotten the illusion cast over him, he thought about approaching Lucas. He was a bit curious about how he looked with the horns and all that, but there was no mirrors around. However, he saw... her, talking to his brother. That damn witch from the elevator.

"Typical Lucas. I bet he's feeling bad for her because of the scars. It's so much like him I can't even get surprised over it." Well, he did not intend to go over to them then. The last time that happened; only a hour ago, actually, he had been hexed. He wasn't itching for that to happen again. Instead he went over to the one guy who had spoken in an odd, manner, as if he was from the 19th century England, only badly so.

"Clearly, we non-magic brutes should just do what we're told," he said. Because of his usual somewhat flat tone, he added. "I'm joking, by the way. And I am D6. But I'm not a wizard, and I can't cast spells, so clearly I'm one of these brutes as well. Size small." He made a motion right over the top of his head in order to show that he was referring to his height and build. He looked over at Lucas once more, making sure his brother didn't get himself cursed too much, before turning back to this strange man. He seemed to be of Middle Eastern decent, and his hair was oddly colored.

"Either way, I'm William Hale, nice to meet you." Will didn't offer his hand, but he smiled slightly. This guy seemed to be entertaining to be around, at least, and he didn't look like your usual D2 generic guy, which was a good thing.

 

[Terratina.]

"...Either way, I'm William Hale, nice to meet you."

Haytham just stood there, staring at this man who had the gall to ignore him. Fisticuffs or not, it just drove the point further. He scowled. Brutes or not, every member of a team should feel valued. He sighed and looked over to the pile of munitions, at least that was still there. However, he was broken out of his little slump by a little man who claimed to be a little soldier. Haytham's smile return and he stretched. Standing around here had its merits, but he was itching to get going, which was always the case for him. Haytham was a doer, not a thinker and he wasn't doing much 'doing' here. Nevertheless, a friendly face was always nice, even if the friendly face in question had forgot the notion of a handshake. In return, he gave a mock salute to the little soldier.

"Those who are about to die salute you." He said with a cheeky smile and brought his arm down, "Just call me Haytham."

 

[DarkRawen]

"Those who are about to die salute you. Just call me Haytham."

"What the heck was the salute thing about? I don't think he was insulting me..." Will thought, but he nodded. "Call me Will then." Haytham seemed eager to get going, obviously he was used to this kind of thing. Or, at least ready for it. That was more than Will could say. Still, he felt a bit out in the open just staying there, all gathered around like a bunch of fools. They couldn't trick anyone if they were still gathered around like sheep when the demons arrived.

"So, we just wait around for them to give us the order to move?" he asked. "Seems counterproductive, doesn't it? Considering the demons might as well have realized we're here by now. Or devils. Or whatever it is."

"As long as it's not spirits," he added in his mind. His telekinesis probably couldn't affect spirits, though he had never met one, so he wasn't completely sure. Better to be on the safe side, and be wary of them. Will looked around, in order to check that no one had heard him speaking ill of the leaders. When he made sure none of them had reacted to it, he spoke again.

"Anyways, are you used to... this?"