Seraphic Warriors RP {Closed}

[Malbourne]

Royal Galleria Side Room - Clock Chimes Three Past Noon

A low roar echoed beneath the feet of everybody inside the Royal Galleria, as though thunder were booming deep inside the earth. Walls began shivering, paintings slanting, and candlelight wavering. Governor Rostopchin jumped. "What is-"

Just then a soldier bolted into the room. "Governor! There's been sabotage in the lower chambers! We need to get you out of here immediately!"

"Sabotage?" With surprising resilience Rostopchin composed himself quickly and straightened up. "Baron Boskva, please come with me. I must make sure you come to no harm while we are inside the Galleria. Mr. James, please escort Mrs. Boskva to somewhere safe." He pulled the folded parchment out of his dress jacket. "And make sure this gets to the head accountant of inventories. He's somewhere in the plaza, I'm sure..."

The soldier's face tightened as there was another rumble. "Governor!"

"Right, right." Rostopchin clutched Tristan by the arm as only he could and yanked him out into the corridor. "I apologize for the roughness," he shouted as they jostled multiple other soldiers rushing about frantically inside the Galleria, "but we must regroup with General Kutzov as soon as possible!"

Meanwhile, Vivienne crossed her arms. Perhaps Requiem wants us to use this as a distraction? She turned to James, her demeanor still unusually relaxed. "It seems we must leave with all haste. How do you want to get us out of here, then, Mr. Seraph?"

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Royal Galleria Foyer

The disturbance had sent the dozens of soldiers into a buzz of activity the likes of which hadn't been seen since the previous night. General Kutzov frowned, sniffing at the hints of smoke coming from the stairwells. "Seems that something has gone terribly wrong below us." He turned to Mateus and Moonrik. "I believe we'll need every bit of help we can get if this is what I think it is..."

"Ya think we've got more problems than the French?" Mateus smiled, appearing to be in high spirits at the thought of a closer enemy than the Napoleonic army.

"Colonel Moonrik, I'm afraid I'll need to stay here to convey orders to the soldiers," Kutzov declared. "The foyer is relatively sturdy compared to the rest of the Galleria, so we should be safe here."

"Wait a sec," Mateus interjected. "You can't be sayin' someone wants to collapse the building!"

"I am saying that," Kutzov rebutted. "If it were me, I'd want to crack it from the inside, say from the cellars or the interior archways."

"You're scarin' me..."

"Now," he continued, turning to the colonel, "as I understand it, you can withstand extreme conditions. It would be good if we knew who set of this fire. Would you be able to enter the cellars and find us a clue to this saboteur? Otherwise, I could use another hand rerouting our forces into the plaza."

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On the Blue Road to Moscow - Less than 2 Miles from the City

Second Lieutenant Bijou leaned forward on his mount as their regiment crested the hill. The city of Moscow was suddenly spread before them, miles of buildings stretching across the horizon. He sucked in a breath of the cool air and shifted in his saddle. "Alright, look sharp! The rest of the Imperial Guard's following right behind, so don't embarrass me when we march into the city proper."

He trotted over to the segment of the Imperial Guard where the Seraphim were walking. "Listen up, masters Lacelle, Sicard, Porter. You'll have the rest of the regiment, including me, Rochefauld, Captain Loreaux, and eighty-five other conscripts backing you up. Since this group was created in the interest of bolstering the capabilities of the Seraphim, Napoleon wanted its leaders to defer to you three. So I'm putting it to a vote before we smack our heads against the wall: do you want to force an early surrender, or perhaps strike up negotiations first? We won't have room for talking once more of our soldiers start entering the city."

Porter stroked his rough beard pensively. "I would prefer not to kill if necessary. We should attempt to speak to the leader of this city. Maybe we can call him out like in those Greek stories and have a fireside conference!"

"It won't be like those stories, I'm afraid. Besides," Bijou remarked with a grimace, "those stories don't have the happiest endings. Any opinion, Adrien?"

With a dismissive sigh, Lacelle said, "There's nothing we could gain from negotiations that we wouldn't gain from strong-arming a surrender. Let us wait for the rest of the Imperial Guard, and then show them all what a dozen Seraphim warriors are capable of. If we knock over some of their fancy buildings we'll get the message across much more swiftly and much less painfully than if they were to take advantage of our generosity."

"It does seem more likely that they'll attempt to eliminate early threats so that the initial invasion will be somewhat stymied." Bijou looked at Sicard. "How about you, then? Any vote?"

 

[drmigit2]

Sicard was staring at Moscow with a wide grin. A chuckle began to form as he envisioned what was about to occur. Without even looking at the others, Sicard asked "When wolves face a bear, they do not give it time to prepare. They also do not wait until the opportunity to kill it has passed. We strike fast and we strike hard. Shock their entire army, put them in disarray. Find their leaders and rip their throats out before they can mobilize. This bear can't be underestimated."

Sicard's eyes widened significantly and his eyes began to focus on the outside walls. Any astute viewers could tell he had copied a hawk's eye. He began eyeing the front walls and said "I will make a distraction, Lacelle and Porter can lead the rest of you from there. My guess is after I start they won't have much reason to pay attention to anything else. I am going straight to the Kremlin and nothing is stopping me. They will have to be there."

With that, Sicard began walking forward. If anyone wanted to object, they were running out of time to do so.

 

[Captain Anon]

"It seems we must leave with all haste. How do you want to get us out of here, then, Mr. Seraph?"

"well first we need to get outside and get you to safety, then I must find what's going on stay close to me if I lose you the Baron and The Governor will have my head on a sliver plate" I said as I started walking for the exit

 

[Malbourne]

"I am going straight to the Kremlin and nothing is stopping me. They will have to be there."

Captain Loreaux nodded acquiescently. "Yes, a distraction could be a good idea."

"We're not throwing our Seraphim away on a distraction," Bijou flatly interjected. "If anything, the footsoldiers would be a distraction, but then-"

"Let's split the difference," Loreaux suggested. "Let's allow Lacelle, Porter, and Sicard to create a distraction for the Imperial Guard. That sounds promising, doesn't it?"

Porter shrugged. "It will be less of a distraction and more of an assault, then."

Bijou said nothing. Loreaux smiled and turned to Sicard and Lacelle. "Very well. You ought to start marching, then, double-time! Those gates won't open themselves."

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"well first we need to get outside and get you to safety, then I must find what's going on stay close to me if I lose you the Baron and The Governor will have my head on a sliver plate"

"I know the good governor asked you to escort me out as swiftly as possible," Vivienne said as they entered the noisy corridor, "but I must confess I'm worried for my husband. I'd be grateful if you could help me get into the Galleria foyer."

 

[Captain Anon]

"I know the good governor asked you to escort me out as swiftly as possible, but I must confess I'm worried for my husband. I'd be grateful if you could help me get into the Galleria foyer."

I pull out my pistol and carefully but quickly check the corners "alright but if that place starts to come down as well we'll have to go somewhere else that's safe, hurry I think one or two of the supporting walls just went and collapsed" I said stopping for moment before activating a special power of mine, one that aloud me to see all movement but slowed down of course which saved myself and The Baroness as three huge rocks fell from the ceiling I reacted by shooting one of them and mysteriously shot the other two with two more shots "well that was close, luckily I had Obverse on so nothing to worry about" I said before moving on

 

[deathbydeath]

"I apologize for the roughness, but we must regroup with General Kutzov as soon as possible!"

Tristan wasn't fond of being dragged along by the Governor, and as a result he wriggled some under the man's grasp. "Excuse me, Governor, but I'm perfectly capable of following you at a good pace in case you didn't know." He paused after his request, remembering the request made to him.

"Say, while we're at it, could you show me to the gallery? There's been a painting I've been dying to see since my arrival, and I figure we have enough time."

 

[Malbourne]

"Say, while we're at it, could you show me to the gallery? There's been a painting I've been dying to see since my arrival, and I figure we have enough time."

Rostopchin came to a full halt in the hall, the building cracking around them. On the one hand, imminent crushing. On the other hand, this was a valuable opportunity for the governor to show a highly valued ally, and a wealthy one at that, the fruits of Moscow's creative initiatives. Is there even a choice? Refusing the baron means it would be pointless to pursue a resource transaction. Worries about the death of a friend left Rostopchin's mind as quickly as they'd come.

"Of course! The paintings are protected from earthquakes by sturdy architecture." He strode down the hall a few yards, looked about a cross-section, and beckoned to the left. "The second door. Shall we?"

Now he'd witness first-hand the competence of government contractors.

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Vivienne was somewhat taken aback by the Seraph's skillful display of agility. In the blink of an eye, he'd managed to blast apart several huge chunks of debris with little more than his bare hands. She was thankful that this man didn't know she was one of the Libero. Who knew what the Russian protocol for handling rebels involved?

As long as I can get to the foyer, I can regroup with Tristan and we'll be able to find out where that moron ended up.

Vivienne had been to the Galleria a couple of times while she'd stayed in Moscow as a student, but her memory of the hallways was hazy. Thankfully, large signs pointed the way to the foyer. "Alright, we should hurry. It appears the foyer is fairly close by."

While the pair passed through the rumbling corridor, closely following the guideposts, they unknowingly skipped over the detour Rostopchin and Tristan had branched onto. The corridor opened into the foyer underneath the large arcing stairwell that led up to the water displays. No sign of either ally here. She was beginning to feel slightly anxious now. Suddenly there was a thunderous boom from the front of the Galleria as the double-doors buckled inward. A second, less noisy boom followed shortly afterward, and one door flew clear from its hinges and smashed into a panicked guard. Russian soldiers retreated from the doorway, clearing a circle around the intruder. General Kutzov could be seen stepping forward to address the new man, who was heavily bundled in dark coats and a scarf that concealed the better portion of his face. He was an imposing figure, standing almost a foot over even the general himself.

Vivienne tugged on James's arm, briefly forgetting her noble veneer as she hissed "We should get out of here!"

There's probably a side passage to this place. If I can ditch this guy, I'll probably make it out of here alive. Mentally, Vivienne began composing epitaphs for Luc and Tristan, wondering if she should shell out for fancy tombstones or not.

 

[drmigit2]

The walk to Moscow was long. Lacelle and Porter were following with Sicard taking the lead. As they began to march Sicard's smile was getting bigger. Porter asked the occasional question to keep up levity, he knew what was to come, but it was clear he didn't like it. Lacelle was steely like Sicard, eyes set ahead. The group had left ahead of everyone else and as was Sicard's plan, were to make a distraction for main invasion to then burst through. The Seraphs would appear as if they were to negotiate, allowing them to get close and initiate the attack. Not even the Kremlin would expect something that bold. Seraphs were rare and tossing them about carelessly was unheard of.

About a dozen kilometers from the city, a massive liaison of soldiers met with Sicard and the group with weapons raised. Sicard looked deeply into the Sargent eyeballing him, unlike the Cossack earlier, this man was hardened. He had seen battle, met death and overcome him. Death was a friend to this man the way it was to Sicard, and his smile got wider. The sergeant spoke up. "If you are here for negotiations, the only deal we Russians will accept is for you to leave Moscow at once." He spat on Sicard's boots and pointed a pistol at him. "I know you French swine, you won't take anything but bloodshed. Go back to your master, tell him Moscow will never fall."

Sicard had been patient with the Sargent, everyone could have their moment and Sicard could wait for his. Lacelle was looking furious and seemed as if he was about to say something, Sicard stuck out his hand and began chuckling. His smile got wider and his Katars slid down his wrists and stuck out plain as day. It took a moment for it to set in, but the Segant's eyes got wide. These men weren't men at all. He looked around with panicked eyes and yelled "It's a trap! Kill them!"

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When Dmitri Korminov, a thin-set man with brown eyes and a shaved head was given the title of first Lieutenant and put in charge of the 43'rd battalion's fifth regiment reporting directly to Tsar Alexander himself, he thought himself to be entirely overwhelmed. The responsibility of being allowed to make decisions and order people around without having to first refer to a superior could only be described as exhilarating. The feeling of power and independence was intoxicating and Dmitri was ready for orders. Command had told him to defend the city, but that hardly meant anything. He was prepared and so were his men, who all looked at him as if he was a leader. His concentration however, soon was broken by a feint sound of yelling outside of the city. A human wouldn't have noticed it, but Dmitri said quietly "the fight has start." Nobody else had responded yet and Dmitri looked around his barracks and at his troops.

Boris, a small, stout man took out his gun "Orders sir!" he exclaimed rather than asked. Dmitri looked at the soldier and said "all men at the ready! The French attacked early!"

Dmitri was confident in his abilities. He was a Seraph with the ability to manipulate men, to drive them mad with hate and kill one another right then and there. Multiple battles had been won just by him disorganizing the enemy and forcing them to break formation. This attack would be doomed before it could start. He steeled himself and left his barracks with about forty men.

Those on the outskirts of the city were moving around like madmen, unsure of what had breached the front lines, but positive the French would be here soon. Nobody had fallen back to inform them of the enemy's numbers, which could only mean the French were wiping everyone out. Because he was one of the first responders, Dmitri turned to Boris and said "Advance with caution, I am going to figure out the enemy's numbers."

With that, Dmitri leaped into the air and began scanning the area. The buildings of Moscow were cast with snow, but outside of the city, about three kilometers outside of the city was a group of men charging extraordinarily fast at the city. There were only three of them, but Dmitri knew they had to be Seraphs. He floated down to Boris a bit shaken. The outer guards numbered at least fifty on this side of the city. No possible objectives were located here and this side of the city would be horrible for an invasion, but here the invasion was. Spearheaded by three men alone. He had to intercept and slow them enough for the rest of the army to mobilize. Dmitri turned to Boris and took out a jeweled cavalry sword. He sighed and said "Seraphim are trying to catch us with our pants down. Go mobilize the rest of our forces. I and the rest of the men will deal with them."

Boris was taught not to ask questions and simply to follow orders, as was the way of the Russian military. Tsar Alexander was not much for questions, and if his superior ordered him to stay away from Seraphs, he certainly had no problems with it. Boris was off like a bullet yelling and screaming to prepare for battle while Dmitri left with a group of soldiers large enough to take up the streets. Everyone was quiet on the walk, nobody wanted to be the first to speak, for fear of invoking a battle. The battalion overheard it was a group of Seraphim and it was clear what Dmitri's intentions were. If asked, most wished they cold be in Boris' place, he would get to see his children, have another great meal, his whole life might be ahead of him. They however, were to be sacrificial lambs to save Moscow. Some wondered if people would remember their bravery. The Tsar's rhetoric certainly implied it. Dmitri was leading from the front, uncharacteristically quiet. Normally by now he would be encouraging them to sing songs of bravery, or to at least keep their chins up.

The regiment turned the corner to guard the outside of the city, but in front of them was a single man. He was drenched in blood, two wrist blades dyed crimson from too many men to count. His smile was wide when his and Dmitri's eyes met. The other two weren't with him, which had to mean that they had been beaten to the outskirts. Dmitri motioned to move out but the cloaked man in red spoke loudly. "None of you shall leave. Under the orders of Emperor Napoleon, you all are to be executed immediately." His voice was like gravel, but under the thick coating of blood, few other features could be made out. It seemed likely he at least had a massive part in killing the guards.

"Speak your name" Dmitri snarled. The crimson man chuckled and licked some blood off of his blades. "My name is Sicard." He said with a lack of concern. Sicard raised his blades and said "The humans earlier gave no challenge, try to last longer than they did." With that, he leaped clean over Dmitri who tried to jump in his way but found himself parried by one of the blades. Sicard was in the middle of the regiment and the humans made a panicked fire, hardly phasing Sicard while managing to injure several of their own. Bayonets were thrust at Sicard who cut right down the center of them, ripping the owner in half, the others found themselves bent by Sicard's blade, their muskets now useless. Sicard took no time to reflect on this and began ripping into human flesh. Nobody could get out of his way and no bayonet could stop this monster. Some of the soldiers went mad watching him rip through their ranks like butter. One was hiding in the blood of his comrades, playing dead but even he received no mercy from Sicard. The whirlwind of blades froze Dmitri from entering the fray. All of his training, his preparations and prior experience hadn't readied him for this. This Sicard was beyond what anyone was ready for.

As about half his men were dead, a quarter having retreated and the final quarter soon to be dead, somewhere in this Dmitri found his courage and screamed. "Sicard! If you have any honor you shall fight me one on one!" The whirlwind and screaming stopped dead. Sicard's grizzled face was focused directly on Dmitri. Not a single Russian soldier tried to stop him from simply walking up to Dmitri and saying. "So be found some strength then? Perhaps this should be more interesting than I expected. Come then, lamb. Show me you are worth your equipment." With that, Sicard slammed his blade directly at Dmitri, who parried with his own blade. He could see additional soldiers begin to funnel through the streets, with them more Seraphs would surely follow.

Dmitri should not have let his mind wander, because that split second he turned from Sicard, the beast used to sink a katar directly into Dmitri's shouder blade. This pain was unfamiliar to Dmitri, who was used to less experienced Seraphim. He screamed in pain and head butted Sicard, sending him back. Dmitri examined his left arm, and realized he couldn't feel it any more. It was mangled from Sicard's blade and Dmitri counted himself lucky it wasn't his sword hand. Thinking of the men, Dmitri took off into the air sprouting wings. Sicard followed suit, berserking into his blade with strike after strike. There was no elegance to his attacks, they were animalistic in nature and Dmitri found his stamina to be quickly exhausted. Sicard grabbed Dmitri's useless arm and threw him directly into the top of a building, causing it to collapse into the ground, likely killing anyone inside. Sicard looked around and saw that more soldiers were coming, and figured that at least some had to be Seraphs. His plan had succeeded, all attention was on him, when the real invasion hit, and it would hit soon, the Russians would be fighting a war on two fronts. Sicard shrugged and descended to Dmitri's location.

This guy is insane, Dmitri thought to himself. He tried to get up but his body was out of energy. Around him was the bodies of several soldiers, just about to leave their own barracks for the fight. Dmitri cursed Napoleon and cursed Sicard as he found the beast on top of him. Dmitri reached for his sword but found it out of reach. Sicard chuckled and said "You were too defensive. Had your commanders known anything, they would have taught you to attack!" Dmitri looked Sicard in the eye and said "What are you waiting for then? Just do it-" In that second, Sicard began to get larger, much larger. His clothes bursted at the seams and hair began to cover his body. This Seraph no longer appeared human, and instead was now a massive wolf-man. Before Dmitri could think any more about it, Sicard leaped on him and with his maw, crushed the Russian Seraph's windpipe and began feasting on his remains.

 

[Malbourne]

Inside Moscow, near the Royal Galleria

The first Russian platoon posed little trouble to Porter and his allies. He sniffed and rubbed his leaking nose as he looked up at the Royal Galleria. Apparently this was where every soldier was gathered now, but the plaza was empty; it looked like Sicard's ploy was working wonderfully. In addition to that, the building seemed to be crumbling before his very eyes. An alcove on the eastern facade collapsed inward, and there were faint shouts coming from the interior. The ground beneath his feet shook slightly with every tremor inside the museum.

He stood before the large double-doors. It would be a shame to blemish the fine exterior of the museum, he thought, stretching his arms. With a primal grunt he reared back and sent his fist rocketing forward into the wood frames. With a mighty crack the doors shook, giving in the middle. He puffed in and drew both fists back. With another grunt he threw his weight into the second blow. The assault was rewarded with the splintering of the double-doors, one of them even flying into the foyer of the museum.

As he walked inside, his footsteps eerily loud in the crowded room, Porter noted there were several dozen soldiers encircling the entrance. A man with pepper-gray hair stepped forth, arms crossed. As he spoke Porter also noted his voice did not waver in spite of the Seraph's show of strength. "I am General Kutzov. State your name and rank, soldier," the man said in broken French.

"My name is Porter," Porter replied. "Me and other Seraph warriors are invading Russia as we speak. Napoleon has demanded the unconditional surrender of all Russian troops." He mirrored Kutzov's imposing figure, folding his own arms. "You may fight and die, or you may live. Decide soon."

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Inside Moscow, somewhere...

By now over two hundred foot soldiers in the Russian military had caught up to the gruesome sight about Sicard. Most of their morale evaporated when they witnessed one of their own Seraph warriors get butchered by the shapeshifter. Were it not for the leaders willing courage, they would likely have fled for cover long ago.

Captain Blat sized up the bloody Seraph with his one good eye; his other, partially mutilated by a pink gash, wandered about restlessly. His coat, unlike the finery of most other captains in the military, was ratty and boasted the odd patch, and his sword was noticeably a step down from the silver handouts given to other high-ranking soldiers. He scratched his irregularly shaven beard and strode forward, walking as casually as if he were running an errand.

He stopped before the Seraph as it busily consumed its victim. "Cap'n Hescher Blat. If'n ye get done munchin' my superior, I'd like to proffer ye a proposition, should ye have the ear for such things."

 

[deathbydeath]

"Of course! The paintings are protected from earthquakes by sturdy architecture. The second door. Shall we?"

If only recognizing the painting would be as easy as manipulating the governor. Tristan kept his eyes open for any sign of Lucjan as well as any sign of trouble, because anything could happen when a building explodes.

"I would like to, Governor. I'm intrigued by the architecture you speak of as well, actually."

 

[Captain Anon]

[OCCkay so I just recently looked over the posts and have realized it was my fault the RP ended and I know doing this post now may not change anything but I can still put it up so I don't feel so bad about it, I'll probably get a Warning Notice but oh well doesn't matter]

"We should get out of here!"

"yeah, wait do you hear that? It sounds like Battle screams" I said walking over to a window and looking out I see the them, soldiers Men being ripped apart by monsters "They don't stand a chance but maybe I do, Baroness I want to continue looking for your husband and be safe, don't worry you'll find him" I said as I pulled open the window and took several steps before pulling out his Saber Sword "Lord Forgive me for I must Shed Blood to do the right thing!" I said just before I run at the window and jumped out yelling "Tally Ho!!".

landing on the ground wasn't the easiest thing to do, actually it was very tricky I had positioned myself very carefully above one of the beasts and readied my sword, as I landed on the beast's shoulders I plunged my sword into it's neck the creature fell to it's knees and started to change "Fine, Show me what you really are Monster!" I said as it changed into a man my eyes widened and I started to breath a little heavier "it's........a man, it's a man, It's A Man!" I muttered as I put my sword down as I take off my coat along with my satchels and hat.

OCCk imagine John without the hat, scarf, satchels and cape on

after that I see another monster but human form walk around a corner so before he could spot me I sneaked up behind him and broke his neck "Next" I muttered to myself before moving on, I dispatched a fair number of French soldiers some I just stabbed, others I threw a single Bullet at and much like firing a gun at someone they died from it.