JoJo grabs him and takes him to the safehouse.
"I am only making one trip so get everything you can before we leave."
"I am only making one trip so get everything you can before we leave."
The Fall Of Hope(unique Rp)(Pm me with anyChar sheets STARTED )
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"Alright." Jason said. He quickly gathered up the shit he cached in his appartment, as well as a few other minor items(like his laptop) he figured he should find useful. !0 minutes after arrival, Jason walked back into the living room. "Ready to go" he said, arms full with guns and supplies.
JoJo grabbed the man by the arm and a second later they were in Arizona again.
"Get ready. Cincinatti was just the opening shot, soon a tide of destruction will sweep across your world.
"Get ready. Cincinatti was just the opening shot, soon a tide of destruction will sweep across your world.
Mahzian had been standing perfectly still since the angels had started fighting, as long as they didn't notice him...
Taking flight he took off into the night sky.
He needed reinforcements and these random skirmishes weren't leading to anything monumental, they needed to hit somewhere big, something that would cripple them all...
Taking flight he took off into the night sky.
He needed reinforcements and these random skirmishes weren't leading to anything monumental, they needed to hit somewhere big, something that would cripple them all...
"Well said" Jason said to JoJo. "I'm going to start cataloguing our supplies, see what we have and what we will need to collect." He said as he set his looted equipment down. "Which reminds me: ot any combat useful powers? How would you feel about carrying an MP-5?"
Where is our hide out located again? How big is it, and what does it look like?
anyone feel like moving the plot to the present? I think we've done all we can with the flashback.
Small one bed one bath log building. Indoor plumming, an electrical back up generator is out back. It has some internet connection but beyond that it is rather ramshackle and in a state of disrepair
"Oh I don't fight, I am merely an escape policy that can talk."
"Pussy" Jason said quietly. He looked over the small cabin. "Man this place is a crapshack. It will take us a whiel to transform it into the fortress we will need it to be."
It has been years since the angels came to earth,the war was always the same every day more and more humans were slayin every time the battle was more intense right now it was out side the small town of Holdrege Nebraska. the humans and demons were losing it was going to end bad.
I know i just rembered the rp and now this was the best i could think of sorry
Hope you dont mind me introducing a sub plot and some NPC's. Don't worry I plan to kill most of them off. OP, it's up to you what you want to do with my sub-plot. Feel free to kill it if you want.
He looked down at his AK-47. He had recieved it in Honolulu when his shotgun was torn in half. The worn grip and smooth stock felt good in his hands; He always had an extra clip or two ready when he needed it.
He turned away from the edge of the choppper and looked over his team. There was four marines, each with his own nickname: Matches, Roach, Brick, and Kemo. There was also a demon on their team, his name was simply "The Hunter". He appearred human in shape, although his face was always shadowed by his deep black hood. Those who saw his face went mad with fear, jumping of buildings or shooting themselves in the forehead. He carried a scyth for a weapon, and was adept at disappearing into shadows. To Jason he looked like death incarnate, the real Grim Reaper. But if this war had taught him anything, it was that if it could move it could die. Jason had been their when Greed, the warloard of the 6th(or 5th? Jason could never remember) ring of hell was cut down by St. Valentine. "Oh the Irony" Jason said to himself.
His thoughts turned to JoJo. It had been over a year since he saw him last. He had heard no news of what happenned to the demon, altough he was sure he had teleported to somewhere safe by now.
"Alright people. Lock and load. We touch down in 5 minutes." the helicopter pilot said into the radio. Matches nodded and began to talk. "Alright people. For one reason or another, command believes the end of this war is in sight. And the way it's been going lately, it's not looking good. As you know, we are losing this war. Last week, the Angels Destory Rio, Berlin, and Sydney. We are losing ground people. But command seems to believe we can still win this war. Apparantly, a scientist was living in this sub-urb when the war started, and was already prepared. He had some kind of "End War" plan to win this fight, but we lost him during the Showers." Jason shivered. He remembered that day very clearly. In an attempt to speed up this war, God equiped the Angels with an EMP device. High in the sky, they set it off, and crashed the satellite network. The skys were lit up by "Meteor showers" as hundreds of satellites fell from the heavens. The ISS itself crashed into Disney world. There was a 4 month period with no long range communication until a land-based network was established. Still, it was pretty weak and unreliable. "Anyway, we have been sent to find out about his were-abouts and bring him to saftey if he is still alive. If not, we are to collect his reasurch. We are unsure how much the Angels know about our mission, but expect resistance."
Jason looked out the window at the rapidly approaching suburb. He sighed.
Jason felt the helicopter shake as it was hit with an arrow. The air was thick with smoke as the helicopter rocked, the pilot fighting for control of craft. Jason was flung into the side of the chamber. "Must be the Angels" he thought. Suddenly the chopper was hit with another shot, and they began to lose altitude.
"We're going down, grab hold of something!" Jason heard the pilot yell. He instinctively grabbed a nearby piece of rail. As the helicopter spun out of control, different voices could be heard inside the chopper, although the prevailing one was Roach's: A constant yell along the lines of "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkk" but he was cut short when the chopper his the ground.
The first thing Jason felt when he came to was wet. He right hand was sitting in a pool of liquid. He slowly openned his eyes and looked over. It shocked him to find his hand was sitting in a pool of blood, and it was slowly getting bigger. Above the pool of blood was Roach. He had been impaled on a metal stake. "Christ all mighty" he said. In his left hand he could still feel his AK-47. He got a bett grip on it, and then slowly stood up. The crash was bad. Brick had been crushed under a piece of the helicopter. Judging by the amount of blood dripping out from underneath it, he was KIA. The rest of the squad seemed in one piece, although Matches and Kemo were both out cold. The Hunter had disappeared, although Jason figured he would be back. He tried his radio. Broken. He stood up and walked to the door, which was sitting a weird 45 degrees above him. He climbed up and kicked open the door, and dropped down. They had made a lucky landing: a soccer park near a few of the houses. If they had hit a house, or a street, Jason probably wouldn't be looking for a radio right now.
He walked around to the front of the helicopter. The pilot's body was slumped over the controls, and blood was everywhere. This hit Jason where it hurt; he had worked with this pilot before, and he thought she was one of the best in the business. "Rest easy, Julia" he said as he reached over her body and pulled out her radio. He flicked it on and it crackeld to life.
"Overlord. Overlord come in do you read me? This is Alpha 6, over."
"Overlord acknowledges Alpha 6. Report status over."
"It's bad sir. Our chopper took hostile fire and we went down. Two soldiers KIA, one MIA, over."
There was a long silence, then suddenly
"Roger that. Is Searget Alexander still alive? Callsign 'Matches'?"
"Yes sir, he is unconscious."
"Roger that. Defend you position until Matches wakes up. Or, if it gets too hot, retreat a safe distance. You primary objective remains: secure VIP."
"Roger that." Jason said. He turned his radio off. "Fuck" He said to himself "How the hell am I going to defend this crash. And where the fuck did the Hunter get off to?" He wondered out loud.
"We're going down, grab hold of something!" Jason heard the pilot yell. He instinctively grabbed a nearby piece of rail. As the helicopter spun out of control, different voices could be heard inside the chopper, although the prevailing one was Roach's: A constant yell along the lines of "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkk" but he was cut short when the chopper his the ground.
The first thing Jason felt when he came to was wet. He right hand was sitting in a pool of liquid. He slowly openned his eyes and looked over. It shocked him to find his hand was sitting in a pool of blood, and it was slowly getting bigger. Above the pool of blood was Roach. He had been impaled on a metal stake. "Christ all mighty" he said. In his left hand he could still feel his AK-47. He got a bett grip on it, and then slowly stood up. The crash was bad. Brick had been crushed under a piece of the helicopter. Judging by the amount of blood dripping out from underneath it, he was KIA. The rest of the squad seemed in one piece, although Matches and Kemo were both out cold. The Hunter had disappeared, although Jason figured he would be back. He tried his radio. Broken. He stood up and walked to the door, which was sitting a weird 45 degrees above him. He climbed up and kicked open the door, and dropped down. They had made a lucky landing: a soccer park near a few of the houses. If they had hit a house, or a street, Jason probably wouldn't be looking for a radio right now.
He walked around to the front of the helicopter. The pilot's body was slumped over the controls, and blood was everywhere. This hit Jason where it hurt; he had worked with this pilot before, and he thought she was one of the best in the business. "Rest easy, Julia" he said as he reached over her body and pulled out her radio. He flicked it on and it crackeld to life.
"Overlord. Overlord come in do you read me? This is Alpha 6, over."
"Overlord acknowledges Alpha 6. Report status over."
"It's bad sir. Our chopper took hostile fire and we went down. Two soldiers KIA, one MIA, over."
There was a long silence, then suddenly
"Roger that. Is Searget Alexander still alive? Callsign 'Matches'?"
"Yes sir, he is unconscious."
"Roger that. Defend you position until Matches wakes up. Or, if it gets too hot, retreat a safe distance. You primary objective remains: secure VIP."
"Roger that." Jason said. He turned his radio off. "Fuck" He said to himself "How the hell am I going to defend this crash. And where the fuck did the Hunter get off to?" He wondered out loud.
Ansiel watched the helicopter crash, 'Good shooting Brother' He muttered to himself. He started to turn away, but movment drew his eye, at least one human had survived, they had a tenacity for that, survivng when they shouldn't. The call on the radio could be heard. They were after a VIP that was interesting. Ansiel floated down to the ground, hidden by the helicopter from the human. He wanted to listen, find out who the humans were risking their lives to find.
Damien once more was riding through on his motorcycle. He did not have many places to go, he mainly just traveresed the country, looking for places to turn the tide. currently, he was running through Route 66. A thought occured to him. His eyes opened wide as he skidded to a halt. "Oh no." He thought. He put on gloves and took out a bible. He turned to Revelation, and quickly read it. He looked up into the sky, shielding his eyes. He saw four figures. "Oh no, oh no oh no oh no." He muttered to himself as he looked through the book. The figures in the sky matched the figures in the book perfectly. They were War, Strife, Pestilence, and Death, the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Damien threw the bible back in the pack, tore off his gloves, and gunned the engine, going 100 mph towards the next city.
Yay for upping the ante!
JoJo has attempted to spend his time wisely, he has spent the intervening years researching the invasions. He has come up with his conclusions and today he has travelled to the bowels of hell to meet with the Devil himself. They have much to talk about.
Need someone to play the Devil, that would be great, prefrably the OP.