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

[DarkRawen]

William Hale had been sleeping well, him drifting into a dreamless sleep. So, when a voice suddenly woke him up, telling him to go to wherever, he almost wanted to cry.

"Good morning, kiddos, today you get to head out for your first mission! Please report to your divisions' headquarters, which is the corresponding floor. As a reminder, every fifth door in the barracks hallway is an elevator."

Not even looking for Lucas, just simply dressing himself and walking towards the elevator. It wasn't until he had reached the 6th floor he realized Lucas wasn't there, but having already gotten so far, he entered the room they were supposed to meet at. He was simply too tired, and fighting to keep himself awake and aware of whatever what happening there. Will leaned at the wall, using it as a comfortable pillo... H-he wasn't sleeping, not at all. Geez, Lucas needed to be there soon.

"5 AM. Why?" Will thought to himself. "I'm going to need fifteen red bulls." He didn't even bother to listen to what the guy speaking what saying, only getting words like: "Mission" "Filthy demons" and "Ground floor". There wasn't a problem with hearing it, somehow it sounded like it was behind him and in front of him at the same time, but words. Words, sentences, whatever, he just wanted to drift back into sleep. As he felt himself slipping, he jolted up, remembering what might happen if he went into a state between sleeping and awake. Well, it had more been something in high school, when random books sometimes had been flung across the room, but he didn't want to take any chances, even if his control was a lot better now.

"Head back to my room, get energy-drinks or coffee somehow, find Lucas." his thoughts were like sleepy mutters, and he did the last one first, trying to locate Lucas among the other D6 members.

 

[Ultraman950]

"Brothers, sisters, we have our mission for the day. Our resident Division 2 will be attacking a demon rally. We will lend as much aid as able, our spells are more than a match for those filthy demons after all. Prepare your spells, runes, etc, as we will head out as soon as they are ready. Report to Ground floor when ready."

Ana was already awake. She'd always had trouble sleeping in new places, especially with new people. Fortunately, she didn't need much sleep. She wasn't sure why, but she seemed to have more energy than most. Maybe she was just used to having less rest than other people.

By the time the announcement was finished, she had already tied the things on her back again. She wished she didn't have to hide them, but she didn't want any special attention. She especially didn't want to have to explain why she couldn't use them properly. The thing she wanted the least was the pity that usually came afterwards. She could take care of herself. She'd done it for twenty years.

After getting dressed, she found an energy drink (just in case), ate a quick breakfast, and got a combat knife from the armory. Pretty much everything else was too heavy for her to use, even a small pistol. The knife was a last line of defense, itself, and if she had to use it, well, she was pretty much screwed. Her muscles were seriously underdeveloped. She had to rely on her magic. Besides, though she wasn't a pushover in a fight as long as she had her magic, she didn't really consider herself a frontline fighter. She was more of a medic.

She finished her drink and headed to the ground floor to wait for the briefing.

 

[deathbydeath]

01:37, Floor 1

Down the hallway a man walked, carrying a small sack of clipboards, tubes, and USB sticks that was slung over his shoulder. He was thin and enviously in-shape, dressed in tastefully simple business attire, and wore a light but not colorless skin embellished head to toe with healed-over scars. His name was Lars Eckhart, and he was not in a good mood.

"'Hey Lars, can you retrieve this information for us?', they said. 'Even though you're going alone, it won't be that hard.', they said. 'Don't worry about it; you'll arrive in time to meet up with the other new recruits.', they said." His muttering impression was uncanny, yet clearly parodical. "The only thing we won't say is that there are fifteen demons in five fucking RVs in the middle of goddamn Nebraska. We're sure you can easily handle every, single, possible complication that could occur. Good day."

Arriving at the appointed door, Lars stuck himself halfway over the threshold and called out to the woman sitting at the desk. "Here's your package." Casually tossing her the invaluable bag, Lars stopped as he was halfway through leaving. "And be sure to tell your g-man boss to give me every detail about a mission next time, otherwise the first two weeks notice you get will be from me!"

Making his way back to the 7th floor, Lars didn't mutter his grudges like before; he simply trudged onwards until be reached his assigned residence. As he entered, the fatigue of the past three days hit him, as if he had opened his door only to be slammed by ocean rushing through the hole. He got as far as unbuttoning his deep violet shirt before collapsing, almost literally, onto his bed.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Sleep would not come easy to the witch, she did not allow it to. To slip into slumber would mean nightmares, twisted memories of her past resurfacing, she would not allow that. Instead the witch sat on the bed wearing the night clothes she had been given and waited, the frigid air keeping her awake, nevertheless it was all to similar to the cave. The darkness calling back to her, suffocating her. She walked over to the switch and turned it on, light once again engulfing the room and sat there alone, waiting for day.

The disembodied voice startled the witch, then she remembered what they had told her, technology that's all it was, not the magic of demons, man or angels, technology.

She pulled on another unassuming hoodie leaving the hood up, put on a fresh pair of jeans, slipped on the shoes she had been given and proceeded down the hall towards an elevator; another piece of technology.

 

[IFS]

Lucas woke from his alarm, hit the snooze button, and was woken again by the voice on the intercom. Sighing he stood and got dressed, throwing on a bulletproof vest over his new uniform, he could generate armor, but better safe than sorry, still the vest was uncomfortable, and he was unused to wearing one.

As soon as he was dressed he started heading for the nearest elevator, he glanced around for Will but couldn't find him, no worry, he could take care of himself after all. He entered the elevator, its only other occupant a woman, wearing a hoodie that concealed much of her face. He thought he remembered seeing her earlier but wasn't sure.

"Hello, I'm Lucas, looks like we'll be working together," he said in a friendly manner, extending a hand to shake hers, quite determined to make awkward elevator small talk.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

"Hello, I'm Lucas, looks like we'll be working together," he said in a friendly manner, extending a hand to shake hers.

"Medea," She replied dismissively ignoring the out stretched hand Lucas had offered her. For now a name was all she could give away, that she would give away. It was one of the few things she knew about herself and it wasn't even her own, it was a name she had chosen, not one she had been given.

 

[IFS]

"Medea,"

He held the hand up for another few seconds before lowering it, "Well, this isn't awkward or anything, how long have you been here for Medea?" he continued, glancing to see how much longer it would take for the elevator to arrive.

He recognized the name from greek myths, and after meeting Merlin yesterday he didn't doubt that she might be THE Medea. Didn't she turn people into pigs or something? Or was that Circe... regardless not someone he wanted to be on the wrong side of.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

"Well, this isn't awkward or anything, how long have you been here for Medea?" Lucas asked, glancing up at something.

"Not long" She replied in the same tone of her introduction.

 

[IFS]

"Not long"

"I see you aren't one for conversation, or maybe I'm just terrible at talking to girls," Lucas said jokingly, trying to remain friendly. It was becoming clear that Medea would prefer to keep to herself, or maybe she was just cranky at how she'd been woken up this morning? Didn't really matter he supposed.

The elevator arrived on their floor with a ding, and the doors slid open. He glanced around for Will as they did so, then glanced back at Medea, "After you," he said politely, before going back to scanning for Will.

 

[DarkRawen]

Will had looked around, and suddenly he spotted Lucas, in an elevator that had just arrived. "Why is he late?" From his experience, Lucas was the one to usually wake up the earliest. The younger of the brothers walked over to the elevator, drowsily.

"Lucas, what were you doing? They already said what they needed to say, something about demons and a mission and the ground floor." He then spotted a strange girl in a hoodie.

"Who is that? Were you busy trying to pick up a girl? Did you tell her you can shape-shift every single part of you body?" Will joked. He then yawned, leaning on Lucas, since Lucas worked very well as a temporary mattress. "I want red bulls. And something to eat," the younger of them whined. He glanced at the girl again, she didn't seem to be the usual kind of person, nor talkative. Which was a good thing, perhaps.

"You can have one too, if Lucas pays for it." Will didn't know if or where they could get an energy drink inside the building, or even if they had the time, but he didn't really care. Lucas probably knew.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Once the elevator hit the floor they were destined for, the door slid open with a distinctive ping and before Medea could even get out to find out what mission they might be sending her on, they, Lucas and her, were ambushed by another young man. Brothers? Perhaps, from his demeanour he and Lucas were certainly close and they shared the same trait of being loud.

"Noisy" She said out loud

In her head however she was weaving together a hex, a simple one and not much power would be needed to cast it. Chaining together the few simple commands needed for it; lips, closed, sealed. If what the second man had said was true then they would have to be in the elevator some more and she didn't want to waste her time being badgered by inane questions.

She pressed the button for the elevator to return to the ground floor and cast the malevolent spell on the two men.

 

[IFS]

"Who is that? Were you busy trying to pick up a girl? Did you tell her you can shape-shift every single part of you body?"

"What? No!" he grinned, well aware Will was teasing him, and decided to joke back "That's not until the second mission that you tell pretty girls that."

He turned back towards Medea, preparing to introduce her and Will, and to apologize for Will, "Sorry about my brother, Will this is-" he was cut off by some strange force slamming his mouth shut, well his lips at least were his teeth slammed down he might've bitten off the tip of his tongue. He glanced at Will, wondering if this was one of his tricks, while he considered a way to shift out of this situation.

"Mmmsh msfh mfh!" was what came out as he tried to vocalize at Will, glancing back at Medea he realized it might've been her as well, "Mmmph hmsh hmph?"

 

[DarkRawen]

"Mmmsh msfh mfh! Mmmph hmsh hmph?"

Will had felt his own ability to move his mouth disappear as his jaws got jammed shut, and from the sounds, so had Lucas. He looked at his brother, did he really think it was a trick of Will's? Trying to pry open his mouth with telekinesis, but failing, he looked over at Medea. She was responsible for it, right? Yeah, that was the only thing that made sense.

She had even pushed the button to the ground floor, for whatever reason, seemed she wanted to make her encounter with them short and silent. If she even was intending to let them speak again later. Will did consider making the elevator even faster, but he couldn't be sure when to slow down. Last thing they needed was to get rammed into ground floor, smashed into the ceiling. It was tempting to try to scare her with it, but considering she had just cast one spell or something on them, who was to say she wouldn't react with another one?

Still staring at Medea, he sat down in the corner the furthest away from her, not feeling like getting closer to the clearly deranged woman. Besides, there was no way he could drink a red bull like this, and he was still sleepy, so it made him sullen and annoyed. And tired. Will frowned, and didn't look away from her, only thing he did was to pull Lucas a bit closer to himself, just in case.

 

[IFS]

Lucas looked at Medea, this seemed to be her doing, and she had done the same to his brother. He focused his shifting, first trying to create a second mouth, hoping he could open that, it seemed the spell still held that shut, seemingly by the lips. Considering this his lips fused together, leaving his face blank and mouthless, before generating a new mouth with no lips, practically a tear in his face, locked into a grimace with no lips to express with.

"What did you do?" he asked, trying to remain calm, his voice sounded strange and snarling, no doubt another result of his lack of lips. He was also quite certain that he looked angry with his teeth bared as they were.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Medea smiled under the the hoodie as the hex worked it magic on Lucas and Will, sealing their mouths tightly shut. The brothers would be quiet until she relinquished the hex's effect and she wouldn't have to listen to their blathering during the the short trip on the elevator; perhaps she should have chosen an spell to magically silence the brothers as they were still making noise through their sealed lips, it would however been more complicated and tiring. She needed her strength for the mission if she was going to try and interrogate some of the demons for Abigor's location.

"What did you do?" That was...Surprising. Whom she assumed was the elder brother had morphed his face, negating the hex by removing one of the required clauses of the spell: his lips. It was as his face had been slashed in half, leaving him almost monstrous looking, but who was she to judge. His words came out guttural and malformed, but she understood.

"I hexed you" She replied bluntly and left it at that, ignoring any other questions he may have.

She waited for the elevator to finish it's ascent and stepped out onto the ground floor releasing the spell.

 

[IFS]

"I hexed you"

Lucas shifted back as he saw the hex lift from Will, but grabbed her angrily by the shoulder as she walked out, "Don't you ever do that again," he said, more angry that she had hexed Will than himself, he remembered her quiet remark of 'noisy', and glared at her, "You can just ask us to be quiet if we're bothering you," he finished, letting go and resisting the urge to push or strike her.

he turned back towards Will, "You alright? I can ask the higher ups if you want, there's probably some punishment for hexing teammates or something," he said, wanting to be sure that there were no permanent effects, or that the hex had hurt him in some way. What a ***** he thought to himself, glancing back over his shoulder at her, wondering why anyone would act like that.

 

[DarkRawen]

"You alright? I can ask the higher ups if you want, there's probably some punishment for hexing teammates or something."

Will stood up, but he shook his head at Lucas question. "She'd probably just get a warning. If I could, I'd throw her across the room. And I'm fine." His mouth felt odd still, but that was a result from it getting shut together for a while, probably not from the hexing. However, this meant that Will wouldn't get any breakfast nor energy drinks or anything.

Still, that woman couldn't just leave, could she? The way she had causally told them what she had done showed that she didn't feel bad about it at all. That annoyed him. He might not be able to throw her or anything at her, but she seemed to have a reason for that hoodie. Looking at Medea, her hood suddenly moved off her head, revealing whatever she was hiding underneath. Will couldn't be bothered to see what. He just wanted the whole room to see it.

"And now I'm great," he smirked, doing so had really cheered him up. "Just fantastic."

 

[Terratina.]

Haytham turned around and saw the hooded woman leave the elevator. Two disgruntled figures were in the elevator, obviously something had happened. If these were his teammates, then there wouldn't be much teamwork if people just glowered at each other. And that meant no camaraderie, which was a vital part of his merc group before he joined S.L.I.C.E., he sighed. From the look of the woman, he assumed that she was some sort of mage. They liked their mystic runes and markings a little too much for Haytham's taste. But he and his Division had been lumped with their lot, since they were so eager to show their support. Put enough bullets in a demon and they scarper, what that it? Did S.L.I.C.E have an ammo shortage? He smiled, if that was the case, at least he had most of it with him, the one person who could make good use of such things. The other military types here looked a little... green. Still carting most of the armory on his back, he walked over to her. "D6? I'm D2. Guess I'm gonna spent a lot of time with you~"

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

John walked out of his elevator and noticed that people were generally milling about. Which meant that the job wasn't starting yet. He walked over to a bench he saw and sat down on it. He checked the canteen attached to his mask, it was full at least. He pulled a ball bearing from his pocket, tossed it into the air and forced it to orbit his head. He needed to focus, this many people in this close a space... his mind wandering... it could be bad. He focused on the ball.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Her hood suddenly fell down. She suspected it was one of the brothers; the elder had powers so why not the younger. There was no chance of it being the wind, not inside at least, nor did any one else in the area harbour any hostile feelings towards her. The witch would keep an eye on them and give them what they deserved for the indignities they showed her. Nonchalantly, Medea raised the hood back up, once again covering her disfigured face.

"D6? I'm D2. Guess I'm gonna spent a lot of time with you~"

She nodded in response and walked over to one of the benches. There she waited for further information or commands.