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GM

"No attacking the guy or sabotage, just finding the target?"

"Exactly that. It might evolve into something more depending on what needs to be done. But that's the extent of it right now.

"I know where. I was here before."

"Good. Alright then. Any other questions from you two before I send you off?"
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"Yeah, I'm a guy. What do you need to talk about?"

"It's this pain in the ass thing we have going on. A mission. One of my people is going on an investigation and we need someone who's really good at...let's just say backing someone up. Are you interested? If you're not doing anything that is"

"The moments when you can share your experiences with others are often the best times. As for dessert? Why not, after all it is a special occasion; but let us wait for a while first. Say how about since I have told you a story, it is your turn now Garath. Go on Garath, surely in your lifetime, you managed to have at at least an experience or two worthy of a story." Isabelle said with a suggestive wink as she poured out another glass of wine for the pair of them.

Garath was surprised by this, he hadn't expected Isabelle to ask him about such a thing, he felt like he was blushing a little, and momentarily considered using illusions to cover it up and then decided against it. He tried to think of a good story along the lines of what Isabelle was implying, he had never been asked to tell such a story before, and he tried to think of one that would work.

Definitely from before DICE, wouldn't want to bring up anyone she knows, something unusual perhaps? I have a few of those, probably should leave most of it up to her imagination, this sort of story probably works better that way, besides we're in a public place.

"Well that is an unusual request, but I suppose I might have an interesting experience or two I can talk about, I won't go into too many details as I still don't remember all of them myself, but I think that might make the story more interesting anyways," he said, adjusting his tie a little and taking a drink of wine before he started, "So it started when I did a show in Vegas, had my name up in lights outside the casino I was performing at and everything, needless to say I was looking forward to the good time the city promised, so I did the show, nothing too unusual there, but after the show I decided to start my night off with a little drinking, maybe some gambling, I was over at the bar drinking more than I should have been, when I was approached by this beuatiful young woman looking for a good time just like me, can't even remember her name, but the next thing I knew I woke up in her room with faint memories of well, I'm sure you can imagine, my memories ended about when she got out the whip, after that all I can recall is a faint sense that it was not as unpleasant as I would have assumed while sober, at any rate I woke up with some large red marks in various places, wearing some rather unusual attire, and she was lying next to me smoking a cigarette, I think she was ready for round two, or whatever number we were up to, but that was about when her dad broke in, see he owned the casino and was a little overprotective of his daughter so I ended up thrown into the street still wearing mostly the aforementioned unmentionable attire, and with nothing to show for my work except some vaguely pleasurable memories and a headache."

He paused to catch his breath after finishing the story, he doubted it was exactly what Isabelle had wanted but he thought it was at least entertaining if nothing else, he finished the glass of wine she had poured for him and then looked at her, "Sorry if it wasn't quite what you were expecting, I don't usually get asked to tell that sort of story, but I hope you at least found it interesting," he said, then he glanced around for the dessert menu, "So do you still feel like some dessert or would you rather we skip that and head back to base?"

Isabelle listened to Garath's story, finding it a mixture of confusing, amusing, and rather strange when it got down to some of the more darker details. Garath then paused to catch for breath, and downed the glass of wine without a second thought. "Sorry if it wasn't quite what you were expecting, I don't usually get asked to tell that sort of story, but I hope you at least found it interesting." He then glanced around for the dessert menu. "So do you still feel like some dessert or would you rather we skip that and head back to base?" Isabelle pushed the glass of wine away after drinking some of it, then shivered slightly as the thoughts of the story passed through my mind.

"Yes, some dessert would be nice thank you; might help me take my mind off that story, no offence Garath. Never would of guessed you were that type of person, then again in a place like the City of Sin, stories like that are common; not that I've been to Las Vegas myself, not my kind of place personally." Isabelle remarked, not trying to sound offensive or insulting in anyway as she drank a glass of water to clear her palette. She then looked through an extra dessert menu.

"Anything take your fancy?" Isabelle asked.

"Yes, some dessert would be nice thank you; might help me take my mind off that story, no offence Garath. Never would of guessed you were that type of person, then again in a place like the City of Sin, stories like that are common; not that I've been to Las Vegas myself, not my kind of place personally."

Garath laughed, "Yeah after that I decided it really wasn't my kind of place either, that was years ago, I wasn't quite the same person I am now," he said.

"Anything take your fancy?"

"How about the cheesecake," he said after glancing through the menu, he had no idea what sort of dessert Isabelle liked, but the cheesecake looked good, then again so did the chocolate cake, he poured himself a glass of water, he figured that if that was the story he'd chosen he'd probably had enough to drink.

"Good. Alright then. Any other questions from you two before I send you off?"
Jean silently shook his head, and stood, then looked expectantly at Aaron.
"I will wait outside." he said slowly, then went and stood outside the door. He expected Aaron to argue with the woman about going on such a mission, without having to do it in front of Jean.
He sighed, but understood Aaron's annoyance. He would likely feel the same way.

Garath laughed. "Yeah after that I decided it really wasn't my kind of place either, that was years ago, I wasn't quite the same person I am now." He then had another look at the dessert menu, obviously fancying several of the choices. "How about the cheesecake?"

"Hmm, it does sound delicious. I was thinking more of the chocolate fudge brownie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top." Isabelle said, subtly licking her lips as it reminded her of when she was younger, and the cakes that her mother made. What wasn't subtle was the blush on her cheeks, but she cooled down after a glass of water.

"You know Garath, tonight has been rather enjoyable, thank you."

"Hmm, it does sound delicious. I was thinking more of the chocolate fudge brownie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top."

"We'll get that then," Garath said, glancing about for the waiter so he could place the order.

"You know Garath, tonight has been rather enjoyable, thank you."

He smiled, "I'm glad to hear that, maybe we can do this again sometime," he said, finally locating the waiter, who was on his way to collect their empty plates.

Byron Kelspring

"It's this pain in the ass thing we have going on. A mission. One of my people is going on an investigation and we need someone who's really good at...let's just say backing someone up. Are you interested? If you're not doing anything that is"

Byron shrugged, being as indifferent as he possibly could. "Sure, the only other thing I've got to do is to concoct super-soldier drugs for you fellows, and that can always wait. Besides," he cracked his hands in anticipation and emphasis, "I haven't broken anything alive in a while, and the lab's starting to get uncomfortably familiar. I'll go with you."

Aaron Pertition

"I will wait outside."

"Okay Jean, I'll be there in a second." Aaron closed the folder and turned to Genna, shaking her hand in the process. "Thank you for the mission, Genna, and we'll get on it right away." He left her office with a somewhat cheerful air, being less of a grump than when he walked in. After he closed the door, he walked over to Jean and greeted him. "Well, Jean, let's see where we're going." Aaron pulled out the mission briefing and flipped to the page that summarized their mission.

Boring. Eliezer had expected something more interesting, something more flashy after the mystery man's abrupt ultimatum, but nothing had happened, not even a twitch. If he was dead all he had accomplished was wasting Eliezer's time, what a drama queen. However he had lost such a large of blood, enough to kill a normal human, and more was still leaking out from him. Something was keeping him alive, but what was the source? Was it magical, demonic or angelic? Only one way to find out.

Eliezer walked over to the cabinet where the drugs were kept and found what he was looking for - adrenaline.

"Wakey, wakey, rise and shine"

He injected the mystery man with the syringe, curious as to what he would find out when he awake.

"I haven't broken anything alive in a while, and the lab's starting to get uncomfortably familiar. I'll go with you."

"Excellent. Glad I've got you along," he said with a hint joy in his voice. "Right this way"

Zhang didn't bother waiting for the lift and lead Byron up the stairs to the garage. He took out a set of keys and pressed the unlock button. A black 2-door not too far away from them lit up, and Zhang got in the driver's seat. After going through all the monotony of getting everything cleared, he drive through a portal. They ended up in a populated area around an old street. No one seemed to give the car appearing out of nowhere any mind, and Zhang didn't look as if he minded the people being their.

After a few checks on the GPS, Zhang drove Byron down the road that lead to the huge church near the center of the city.
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Mission File

Rescue Target: Drex Weston

A division 2 agent by the name of Drex was sent on assignment to Vatican city to settle a dispute the church had with the states. Diretly after the meeting, the agent reported in and informed HQ that he would be headed to a church located in Manhattan, New York. Coordinates S3-L23-Lo87 on the portal system's positioning system.

Drex was last seen in a dark blue car with the plate number "877M-Gr8ful".

The agent in question is 5'11 and 140 lbs with dark hair and wearing a suit.

"I'm glad to hear that, maybe we can do this again sometime." Garath said after locating the waiter, who was on his way to collect their empty plates.

"I would be up for it, though it does kind of depend on the next instance where the both of us aren't doing anything." Isabelle remarked, though it kind of sounded like she was stating the obvious. She then took a moment to look and around the restaurant, noticing that the place was almost full.

"So, what do you think of the restaurant, has it been a pleasant experience for you?"

"So, what do you think of the restaurant, has it been a pleasant experience for you?"

"I think I'll have to come here again if I get the opportunity," Garath said, the waiter reached them and he ordered their dessert, then turned back towards Isabelle, "The service and the food were both great, I'm glad you chose this place."

He sat back and looked around, before looking back at Isabelle, "Of course I'm sure you've got plenty of interesting places for us to go in the future, provided we get the chance," he said, smiling.

"I think I'll have to come here again if I get the opportunity." Garath said, with the waiter arriving soon after to take their dessert order. "The service and the food were both great, I'm glad you chose this place." Isabelle smiled after hearing that, it felt good. In fact, this evening out was great.

"Well, I'm glad that it has left a good impression on you; this place is certainly better then the last time I came here, perhaps its just the company I'm with on this occasion. They do say a meal out is better when in the company of others." Isabelle remarked, hinting at Garath.

"Of course I'm sure you've got plenty of interesting places for us to go in the future, provided we get the chance." Garath said, smiling.

"I'm sure I can think of one or two places that might suit the occasion. Who knows what may happen in the future."

"I'm sure I can think of one or two places that might suit the occasion. Who knows what may happen in the future."

"Well I am looking forward to seeing them," Garath said, their waiter soon returned with the dessert as well as the bill, Garath got out his wallet and paid, he briefly considered simply using an illusion to make smaller bills look like larger ones, but decided against it, he had plenty of money for the dinner.

He thanked their waiter and turned back to Isabelle and the dessert, he let her take the first bite, then took one for himself, he thought it was quite good.

"What do you think of the dessert?" he asked, "I think you chose well myself."

Mission File...
Jean sighed. He'd never like disappearances on the newspaper. They almost always had bad endings. Not a single one he had worked on had turned out happily. Of course, he rarely got assigned to happy stories.
He sighed again.

"Let us go, then. I need a pistol." he said, and turned and headed for the armory with long, easy strides.

He couldn't shoot to save his life- literally- but his editor had always insisted he carry a pistol. After over a decade carrying one, he never felt safe without it. An H&K USP Compact. He had fired a grand total of two bullets outside of training, and neither had hit. He hadn't wanted them to hit, of course. He abhorred violence. He just needed to intimidate people occasionally. And he felt safer with a pistol at his side.


Danny jumped. He looked down at his arms to see them still in their previous condition, burned to the muscle. He winced as the pain returned and all the other feelings of being alive. Truly alive, in the real world. He had returned, but how? As his vision returned from a blur, he noticed the man he talked to earlier. He didn't feel any different, and he could move his body which meant he hadn't lost. But once again, how? He clenched his fists as a surge of pain went through his arms, even greater than before. A stream of blood expunged itself from Danny, spraying into the walls and unfortunately on the man's suit. Danny uncontrollably twitched, unable to stop himself from staying still due to the immense torrent of blood. Danny released his grip after the bleeding stopped. He felt cleaner, but something was still bugging him. As far as he knew, the blood was all gone. After all, it was on the wall.

Danny then yelled "man and his slave!" to the man and fell from the table onto the floor. He was free, and despite his injuries, Danny gapped the scene. He didn't want to be in the same room, let alone the same place, as the blood. He soon found out, however, it wasn't going to be easy as the door was locked. While Danny tried to open it, the blood came together and formed a stick-like figure. It resembled a human, albeit a very thing and liquid-y human. Despite being a single figure, the blood writhed and wriggled and never stayed still. All along the body various parts of the blood extended itself out like tendrils and tentacles, and like blood in a body it moved around in a cyclic manner. Its 'head' turned to Danny and it hissed, forming and opening a mouth, "what did you do to meeee?" The voice that shrilled at Danny did not resemble anything like the blood before. This was undoubtedly the blood at its purest form.

After closing its mouth, it formed an axe with its arm and slashed at Danny. Even though it wasn't going to hurt, he assumed anyway, contact would result in it trying to take Danny over again. That was the last thing Danny wanted to happen and so he lifted himself up and began running around the medical bay, screaming 'security!' like a little girl.

The mystery man awoke and to Eliezer's annoyance he had sprayed blood all over his new and suit he was just a normal man, useless. However the blood like creature that had ejected itself from the man's veins was a different story; nothing so hideous could be angelic, those conceited angels prided themselves on the so called beauty they created, that only left two options. The man was starting to agitate him though, running around the room like a headless chicken shouting for security. He was getting at the end of his tether, he got out the key to the door and swiftly opened it.

"Now, would you shut up, I'm trying to think" he shouted at the man, hoping he would leave.

As soon as the door unlocked, Danny jumped at its general direction. He fell, but the pain he felt was incomparable to the things the blood would subject him to if he was caught again. He exited the room but realized that it could take the man as a host-age. Danny grabbed the man and pulled him out with him, dodging a spray of blood the blood-figure threw in Danny's general direction. It hit the wall, screamed and threw itself again to Danny. This time, it hit Danny's chest and almost winded him. After recovering from the impact, it turned into something that could only be described as a mad scientist's rendition of a spider. Danny then grabbed it only for it to slip out and crawl towards his face.

Danny continued to scream for help.

While all of these things were happening. Azkar fell through a hole in the floor in her room, to another mystical magical dimension of happiness and stuff. A realm so wonderful... She never returned.

The end.

For Azkar.

Byron Kelspring

"Right this way"

The masked man began to walk towards the stairs and motioned for Byron to follow. Byron called for the man to halt, "Wait one second", as he quickly ducked into his room and put on a dark brown vest and leather duster on before continuing to follow the man up the stairwell. Tucking a case roughly the size of a cigarette case into his vest pocket, Byron stepped around to the passenger's side of the car and got in with the masked man. After they drove through a portal and wound up on the other side, Byron gave an unnoticed snort at the irony that their magically appearing car was being largely unnoticed by the population. After navigation through the population center and winding up heading towards a large church, Byron silently took in the sight. He had always appreciated grand cathedrals and valued the effort poured into them by both their designers and their builders, even if their usage was not optimal.

"Well I am looking forward to seeing them." Garath said as their waiter soon arrived with the dessert, as well as the bill. Isabelle thought about wanting to at least pay some of it, as a 'thank you' gesture to Garath for taking her out to dinner; but it seemed like he wouldn't have any of it. She soon took the first bite, followed by Garath.

"What do you think of the dessert?" Garath asked. "I think you chose well myself."

"Why thank you, brownies are on of my favourite cakes, they remind me of the ones that my mother makes. Then again, I've always had a soft spot for chocolate as a whole." Isabelle said with a smile as she took another bite, this time mixing it with some of the ice cream. Both flavours worked well, with the ice cream simply melting in her mouth.

"Mmmh, thats... thats really nice."

"Mmmh, thats... thats really nice."

Garath smiled, glad that Isabelle was enjoying herself, he was feeling pretty full after his meal so he left most of the dessert for her, when she was finished he stood and waited for her to do so as well, offering his hand if she wanted him to help her get up, again he knew that she wouldn't he had drunk more than her, but it seemed like the right thing to do.

Once they had left the resturant he looked for an empty alleyway or someplace equally empty so that he could use the portal device, he found a spot and got out the device.

"So I hope you had a good time," he said, he smiled "Wonder what some of the others back at base will think."

He leaned in towards her, and kissed her, he hoped he didn't surprise her too much with it, or that she didn't consider it too much.

Isabelle had the rest of the dessert, Garath saying he was rather full from his main meal. After she was done, Garath got up and offered his hand to Isabelle, she smiled as she accepted this kind gesture. The couple soon left the restaurant, after giving a friendly goodbye and headed towards a quiet spot so they could head back to the base.

"So I hope you had a good time" Garath said smiling as he was setting the portal device. "Wonder what some of the others back at base will think."

"I don't know, since not many of them have seen us all dressed up like this; perhaps we can sneak in." Isabelle remarked, but before she could continued, Garath leaned in closer to her and gave Isabelle a kiss on the cheek. This made her blush rather profusely; she'd never really been kissed before, at least like this. Isabelle then smirked as she put an arm around Garath.

"You know Garath, you can be such a gentleman at times." Isabelle remarked with a grin that was not like her usual self.

"Anyway, lets get back to the base now." They both then stepped through the portal, and arrived back at the base. Before anyone who was there could noticed, Isabelle removed her arm from around Garath; didn't want anyone else to be getting ideas about the two of them.

"Once again Garath, thank you for a wonderful evening."

"Once again Garath, thank you for a wonderful evening."

Garath smiled, "It was my pleasure," he said, she had taken her arm off of him, likely not wanting anyone at base to start to gossip, and he took a step away from her, he considered using an illusion to make her look like she was still wearing her usual clothes, but he wasn't sure how she would feel about that so he didn't.

"Right then, I suppose you should probably go find Vayle, she might be wondering where you went," he said, then he held up the portal device "I've got to go return this."

He turned and started to walk off to take the device to where it belonged, he would probably call it a night afterwards, try and get some sleep.

She had giggled. That wasn't good sign, but neither were the slaps. But Lucy had said was true, they did have a lot to talk about, occurrences new and old for one. Not to mention the fact that the two had not talked for hundreds of years. And here they stood, between an intricately carved obsidian table with lava forming through the cracks. Look closely enough and you could see slivers of horned face in-between, representing the major demons of Hell and their place. Some were marked with scratches, others were blemish-free. Eligor looked among the faded faces for his own, between the celebrated archer and Great Marquis, Leraje, and his fellow Great Duke Bathin. The very one who shared his furious fervor and the very same who taught him him the art of astral projection, respectively. His own portrait was cracked, possibly from neglect.

But enough about the table. In the circle of the seven and one chairs, stood Lucifer. The Prince of Pride. Best to keep her waiting as she - no - they both had waited for this moment for long enough already. However, like the cracks in the portrait, Eligor realised that he was a demon divided. Divided between his liege lord and D.I.C.E., the choice seemed so easily five hundred years ago. But, now, not so much. Whatever the case, Eligor was on rocky ground.

He decided to feign confidence by being direct, "Let's not dally then. Enough time has been wasted."

"On the contrary, I have found that the time was spent quite productively." She smiled.

"That is the past, this is the present." He replied dismissively, "Speaking of which, what of now?"

"Same as always ever since that opportunity was taken advantage of." She said, maintaining the smile, "Now another one has appeared."

His eye widened, "Care to elaborate?"

She giggled again, walked over from the other end of the table, and pointed a finger directly at Eligor, "Why, you of course." She lent in, whispering words into the boy's ear, "Now that I finally have you back." She turned around again and traced the markings on the boy's face, her eyes glazed - unreadable, as if she were in her own little world, surrounding herself in her own little schemes. Eligor looked up into those eyes and found unshakable confidence - Lucy's own little trademark.

She lent back, and walked away, back to the chair at the opposite end and settled into it. She continued with her little speech there, "It appears that you have been cursed as so many demon have before you." Lucy paused to look into the distance, to the bodies bound to the inner walls. Strangely, only one was in chains that gnawed the wrist of the poor soul who was stuck there. In contrast to the dull, bloody walls, they glowed with a faint light. Maybe she was reminded of something? But Eligor wasn't sure. She turned back to him, "It also appears that you have made connections which could be of use to me." With a sudden, Lucy stood and placed her hands over the sword, "And I am definitely going to take advantage of them. Now, if you don't mind..." Something wriggled within the mass of muscle that accompanied the eye and erupted, forming faint horn-like bumps on the eye.

With a burst of darkness, a portal was formed and Lucy forced Eligor into it with a swift kick. Satisfied, she poured herself a glass of red wine from the drinks cabinet and giggled. D.I.C.E. was up to something and now she would find out what. It was only a matter of time...

"Right then, I suppose you should probably go find Vayle, she might be wondering where you went." Garath said as he held up the portal device "I've got to go return this." Garath then turned and started to walk off to take the device to where it belonged.

"She probably has knowing her, though I hadn't seen her since the seance; maybe she found something else about herself and has gone to research for anything relevant. Anyway, if I don't see you again, I shall say good night to you Garath." Isabelle said with a solitary wave of her hand. After seeing Garath off, Isabelle decided to return to her quarters for the night, and get some much needed rest.

Upon arrival, Isabelle saw that the room was empty; with Richard obviously regaining conscious at some point during the evening, and no sign of Vayle. Her coat was laid out somewhat neatly on the chair, and closer examination showed the letter had been taken.

Good, lets just hope he keeps up to his end of the deal; though I wouldn't of told either way, its not in my nature to betray friends. I wonder where Vayle has gone to. Think I'll just sit in the chair until she returns. Isabelle said as she got herself comfy within the tall leather armchair that sat beside her desk, and began to wait.

In the middle of his musings Eliezer was once again interrupted by the mystery man and tugged but the sleeve of his jacket, getting more of the man's blood on it no less, out of the medical bay and into the corridor outside. Their bloody assailant followed in pursuit, launching itself at the man and morphing into some sort of spider like thing. So far it's only success was creating a mess and ruining Eliezer's suit, other then that it was failing spectacularly at trying to get back into what Eliezer assumed was it's host.

He wasn't obliged to help the fellow, but if he didn't that would only cast further suspicions on him and ruin his plans for revenge. If he did help him, then people would wonder why he so out of characteristically did something out of the goodness of his heart.

Damned if you do, damned if you don't, eh? Well there was one certainty, once this was all over they man owed him a new suit. But how to go about combating such a creature, Eliezer couldn't exactly harm something made from blood, bullets would be useless and he couldn't exactly shoot it right now anyway as it was busy trying to force itself back into the man. Ah ah!

"Hey, wouldn't you prefer a more durable host. Humans break so easily, I mean look at his arms, that sort of host won't do at all" He said casually leaning against the wall, "I for one, don't break at all."

The blood stopped, inches away from his face. The man's sudden announcement had, at the very least, made the blood reconsider. Miliseconds turned to seconds, and then it jumped away from Danny back to the figure. It stared at the man, despite lacking eyes, and raised its weapon. Danny couldn't let such a thing happen; no one deserved this kind of pain. Danny pulled himself up and launched himself at the demon only for him to sink through and fall. The blood-figure hissed at Danny and turned back to the man. By the time it had turned back, the man had left the room. The blood screamed and left the room as well. Danny followed suit.

It was like he was a more macabre version of the Pied Piper of Hamelin; leading the blood on it's merry way to the D6 labs. Only instead of a compliant host waiting for it, it would be treated to a nice cooling bath of liquid nitrogen. Nothing that could fall for such a simple trick could have any knowledge that Eliezer wanted to know of. He made sure that the thing knew where he was as he rushed down the stairs and dashed though the corridors, calling back what boons it might receive if it made Eliezer it's host. All the while hoping the scientists hadn't moved the liquid nitrogen from that vile testing area.

He made it to the labs, the blood till behind him, the mystery man behind the blood. Eliezer wondered what he was doing there, what could he achieve with his wounds. He didn't give much thought to it though, there were more pressing matter to attend to. He grabbed the liquid nitrogen and readied himself for when the blood would try and attack him, only then it would be close enough for him to douse the creature in the freezing liquid.

The blood-figure chased the man only for it to stumble and turn into a pool after falling down. It wasn't used to moving around in its pure form.

"Itsss beeen too looong," it cackled after standing up again. It took more precautions but after the man was out of its sight, the blood decided it was wasted energy. It collapsed and quickly caught up to the man, moving in a snake-like fashion. It didn't bother to hide itself from strangers, none of it would matter once it was inside.

Soon, the blood arrived at a place similar to the room it was in before. It was a medical bay, what was the man's plan? Could he have-. The blood disregarded its self-doubt, disgusted by its expression of humanity. Without giving it a second thought, it pounced the man. The blood lost its figure, turning into a wall of blood with only its face. Danny arrived just in time to see it in mid-flight, and screamed.

Zhang stopped the car a few yards from the main steps of the building and cut the engine. I checked over his clothes and weapons before stepping out and closing the door behind him, and waited for Byron to do the same.

A took a quick look around. A few of the holy men were walking through, taking only quick glances at the new arrivals. Someone appeared to be standing off to the side on the top of the stairs; just staring. When Byron got out the car, Zhang folded his arms and leaned on the car.

"How do you feel about these religious types man. Any reservations you want to tell me before we get in there"
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A red haired woman stood behind her cluttered desk. With all the various metal thrown about, she looked to be building something. All had been quite for the night, but a disturbance soon cropped up. She sensed something of demonic origin popping up behind her. What walked through didn't feel to menacing. And luckily, there was only one. She calmly kept working on the thing on her desk before talking to whatever has appeared without looking at it.

"Ya managed to just jet ya' self in here without straight form the deaths. Quite impressive"

"She closed her eyes for a moment and felt the being's energy.

"Eligor, is it not?"
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The pain that Elizer had felt in his stomach earlier began to pain him again. This time, it was three times as intense, and it felt like his gut was going to rip open. An intense heat radiated from his body that could almost burn everything near him, and smoke bellowed from his belly button. Whatever he was doing might want to be ended before whatever was happening to him got any worse.

"Eligor, is it not?" The woman said, after her complement.

It seemed that he had been sent back to D.I.C.E., for whatever that enigmatic liege lord of his wanted. All he knew was that the sword now had boney lumps encircling the eye. Still, what was done was done, and now Eligor was back at his home from home. He quickly inspected the blade using the boy's arms and eyes. It was a queer thing, being in two bodies at once. Or controlling two bodies at once, which was technically the case.

"Yes." Eligor replied, "As for compliment, you are sadly mistaken. Let's just say a 'friend' sent me back."

Then the pain came. He doubled over, trying to stay upright by leaning on the sword. It was like something had placed pylons around Eligor, with him at the centre, and was shocking him repeatedly. Eligor figured it must the new boney lumps boring down on the eye. But the reason was unknown. The pain washed over him like a tsunami, leaving him mentally shattered. An all-together too familiar voice echoed in his mind.

I send you back and you screw up on the first chance you get. Now stay quiet, little mole.

So that's it. Fine then, I will play the 'little mole' for you. Just make the pain stop.

Of course. Now dig deep, my little Duke.

It just... stopped. Eligor swiftly recovered from the pain and awaited the redhead's response. Hopefully she had not noticed too much.

Byron Kelspring

"How do you feel about these religious types man. Any reservations you want to tell me before we get in there"

Byron shrugged, his face the epitome of indifference. "I have feelings and reservations about religious types?" Byron shrugged and expanded on his point. "They're men. I'm also a man. Last I checked, they bleed like I do, eat like I do, had a family like I did, and possibly even kill like I do. Despite their jewelry and their spiffy collars, they are only as human as the masses they theoretically lead. Unless they're not, and in that case, I'm sorry for wasting your time with my monologue."

Byron, waiting for the man to head to the church, rolled up his olive plaid sleeve beyond the elbow. Then, pulling out his cigarette case, he inserted a small glass vial filled with a viscous blue liquid into his regulator around his left elbow. While Byron was unrolling his shirt and fastening the buttons, the regulator emitted a quiet *beep beep hisssssssssss*, signifying that the vial was properly inserted.

As the Byron's partner walked around the car to the steps where Byron was, Byron asked the question that had been hanging over his head the entire time:

"Say, what's your name?"

Aaron Pertition

"Let us go, then. I need a pistol."

"Very well, you're the boss." Aaron responded in his typical lackadaisical manner, only muttering another sentence when he and Jean reached the armory.

"You speak French, don't you?"

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