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Post by "Unfettered" on May 31, 2008 16:58:30 GMT -8
Whoa.
Just standing there suddenly in a misty plain. No sun in sight. Dark foreboding clouds overhead. Cracked, dry earth, mountainous hills and mountain ranges as far as the eye could see. A never-ending flat world of nothing but dust, earth, sky... Light and darkness combating with each other overhead, the unconscious clouds blocking out all of the sun's efforts. Dammit, he was there again, in this place. He recognized this place easily.---No sooner had he thought, those two appeared."I-Issues... 's-sir'?" came a rather dignified, but insidiously implying voice from the left."JA, VAT'Z ZE MATTER!?" rough, coarse, more honest, but far less stable on the right was the familiar voice."G-Growing w-weak? 'M-Master'?""NEED UZ TO HANDLE ZINGS FOR A BIT!? KEKEKEKEKEKE...""Hehehehe... "Thrush"... Jonathan... you know better than to come out like this."*Drip*
*Drip*
Looking down, "Unfettered" looked down at himself. Crap... he was covered in blood. He knew his physical body had taken far too much damage to be repressed for that long, but had his mental state been that much ripped down through the strain? Looking back, flinching almost, from left to right, he could already see the condescending little bastard pushing up his glasses on the left, pocketing his hands in his jean's back pockets suspicious as he grinned something with hidden intent; the tightly-uniformed man, pistol in his right hand whipped out, a dark, long black blade slung out, penetrating into the earth.
Shit... at this rate...
The panic showed on "Unfettered's" face.
They grinned, moving in closer.* * * * * * * * * * * * * "Oh dear lord... Look at his body. I'm surprised he's lasted even three days with injuries like this!" "He's become unstable! Quick, get that I.V. into him, stat!" "Rib cages beginning to deteriorate... looks like he's just been using pure willpower to keep himself intact...""Blood transfusion, now!" "Quick, come on, get some---" ---
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...* * * * * * * * * * * * * "HYEAUGH..." Raising up his left arm to block Jonathan's intial downward-spinning kick, the Nazi began firing with reckless abandon in their direction.
Barely whirling out of the way, "Unfettered" only watched as Jonathan powered over the bullets, putting up his own powerful personal shield about himself..."...N-Need, s-something... e-eh... M-MASTER!?"
"VE KNOW VAT'S WRONG... You need ze fire in your heart... You're screaming for it, DYING for it... JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA... ZE BRIMSTONE DELTA.""W-Weak... p-pathetic..." A snide turn of the face... Jonathan's body glowing with a flame made of his own terrible energy, as "Thrush" slid his blade onto his shoulder, blade glowing a horrible dark... finger on the trigger---
*BANG* * * * * * * * * * * * * *[/b][/center] Woke with a start. Sweating. Eyes open... but his body couldn't move... The anesthetic was enough, but he was still conscious...* * * * * * * * * * * * * "AHHHHHHHH~"...* * * * * * * * * * * * * "His body's stabilized... internal organs are suffering from backlash damage accumulated. Bones mended as well as possible, muscles maintaining... but he hasn't stopped shivering cold sweat.---There's an unknown substance that his body apparently appears to be conserving... It looks like its harmful, but when we tried to---""---Complications. Yes, we've gone over your report many times."*Creaaaaaak....*
..."..How iz my son doing?"---* * * * * * * * * * * * * "MOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... HOWZ IT HANGING... VEELING BETTER YET!? JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA... KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE." The girl was dead. Restaurant on fire. The Nazi was standing over him, pointing at him. Firing into his chest over and over again... but the fire wouldn't go away... life wouldn't leave him. Stringing out threads from the air, the Nazi cut his blade into "Unfettered", stringing him up with his own Qi... Tatheolostula Devestal. What did it translate to? The lost taoula?... No. Taolua wasn't a word. What about 'Devestal'? Hell, was he even spelling this correctly? Last Eved. ..Something horrible in his gut... as Jonathan walked over, kicking away the Nazi. Power flaring up, over "Unfettered's" body, as they began to attempt to eradicate him... Or were those his sins they were holding? Looked an awful lot like his heart... Sky tore open. But there was only more darkness. "Alter Mann" strode about in the distance, as "Vater" watched, from atop a building. The burning restaurant. Said nothing. Undoubtedly, it'd just come back to haunt him... Hehe...HAHAHAHA. That was funny. That really was. * * * * * * * * * * * * * "Phone...call..."First words muttered. Hearing this, the nurse in the room rushed to the German, as the German whispered out his request again... slowly, weakly."School... phone call... Rem... Aoyama... Chocorem... the hell he's calling himself now..."* * * * * * 7 Minutes Later * * * * * * Phone was patched through... and an announcement calling for Rem Aoyama requested for the boy to head to the Attendance Office, and bring his things...
Waiting patiently, the German held, albeit forcibly, a cordless phone in his hands. The nurse, a bit frustrated from the in-between-scene scuffle between herself and the boy leaving her a bit miffed, at his insistence to talk for himself.
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Post by Rem on May 31, 2008 17:51:57 GMT -8
Rem had been dozing off in class, as per usual, when the loud request blasted over the intercom, effectively drawing all eyes in the classroom onto him. Somewhat agitated by this unwanted attention, the young man with a Chocobo fetish emptied his books and particulars into his backpack and left the classroom without so much as a word. Heck, the teacher had heard the announcement. Still, what could this be about? If anything was wrong with Delilah, she'd just call on his cell. If it were Emily...scratch that, Emily wouldn't even bother calling him. She'd call her crush, their leader, Unfettered. At that, Rem's mind took a double take. Unfettered. Maybe it was him? After all, he never gave the man his cell phone number... But then again, he never actually told the guy his full name either... Upon arriving at the Attendance Office, Rem dumped his backpack into one of the many generic chairs with yellow upholstery, and took the phone from the receptionist. "H'lo?" |
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 31, 2008 20:37:20 GMT -8
Emergency Request "..C..Chocorem, ja?"Watching as the nurse came back in with a steaming bowl of---Was that Ramen? And why was she--Ah. Right. He leaned---winced---over, to see a familiar dog. He'd grin, but his body... Shit."Look... remember zat favor I asked of you ven ve first met?..." |
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Post by Rem on May 31, 2008 21:27:39 GMT -8
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Post by Reverend (Dots) Teyfour on Jun 1, 2008 19:16:45 GMT -8
"Woof"
Waap excamed as the kind nurse who was taking care of his german friend, gave him ramen. he was prersently thinking about where His buddy Dots was and How he was, but for now he was going to stick by this german mans side, he liked him and he beleived Dots to trust him. standing up on his hind legs with a snout covering in ramen he licked the gemans hand and whined.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 2, 2008 15:10:53 GMT -8
Transform And Roll Out! He felt a strange fluid on his hand---Oh. Right. The dog. Grinning to himself, but not wanting to move, he instead turned towards the phone again."Currently... I might as vell be. I need you to go to my place... my restaurant, over in L.A..." beginning to ramble off locations, the secret way to get inside... "Go upstairs. Bust down ze door if you have to, if locked or vatever. It'll be a really large room, vith several rooms inside... Ignore zem. Zere is a sofa... take out the seat-cushions. There vill be a briefcase inside... Bring it to me, I'm at ze California Hospital in Long Beach."Pause, as he took a moment to get a moment of respite. Out of breath... hah. God, he was pathetic right now. Body was curdling, cringing in pain... He'd have to fall asleep soon, to conserve..."I need all ze contents of ze briefcase brought before me. And zen... I'll need your help breaking out of ze hospital... vith a dog." he added. Grunting. They'd lost too much time. How long had Emily, those two boys, and the rumored others been gone for? They had to tend to this matter as quickly as they could...
The rally had to be in the coming days. Literally.
Eyes quaking, tears running, as he kept thinking over the phone, trying to keep his mouth as dignified sounding as possible. |
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Post by Rem on Jun 3, 2008 14:48:16 GMT -8
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Post by Rem on Jun 4, 2008 18:27:45 GMT -8
Three hours later, Rem would find himself sauntering down the halls of the California Hospital, asking any available nurse, or anyone in a lab coat, for information on his boss' hospital room. It took him over fifteen minutes to find Unfettered's room, and he entered it with a cheerful look on his face, despite the fact that he was annoyed as hell about the length of time it took him to find it. He rested the briefcase into his boss' hands, keeping an eye on the dubious-looking canine nearby.
"This what you wanted?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 9, 2008 16:01:49 GMT -8
Three Hours Later
* * * * * * * * * * * * * "This what you wanted?" Waking with a start. Body soaked in sweat, lips shaky... Dammit, how much time did he have left before?...---Gripping the briefcase violently to himself, he quaked in the bed. Sallowed eyes of someone who was restless, jittering in an awkward way, as he sat up. Breathing was not of an even person... No, he was no where near ready. Looking to his right, he looked all his gear. Aye. Everything was there. "...Maybe it vas a bad idea to bring ze briefcase..."
"Chocorem... any vord on your sister?" he began weakly... No. No, a sense of authority had to be established. Had to resolve this with as little weakness as possible, even if he was asking for the impossible. Groaning, body pounding, he shot his legs up, to the side, revealing the entire hospital gown he had on his body... "Neh... no time, forget... I need your help suiting up... ve need to get out of here. Now."Looking over at his gear, all his nicely folded gear, which the nurse undoubtedly took pains to sew up, he grunted as he jumped to his feet, nearly falling over, arms flailing. His body was still just recovering from surgery. But no time... no time... Leaving the briefcase where it was for the moment, he pulled off the gown, not really carrying if Rem was there to watch. They were all guys here, after all. Groaning, he quickly went for his boxers pants...OOC: We can do another time-skip here, if you want, and then the 'break-out'. |
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Post by Rem on Jun 10, 2008 7:47:09 GMT -8
Rem arched an eyebrow and quickly spun on his heels to face the opposite direction as Unfettered began to get dressed. Thoughts of his sister, trapped in that Correctional Facility, invaded his mind. His seemingly perpetual smile faltered for a few moments. He couldn't help but feel responsible. He should have been there. He should have.... Shaking his head solemnly, he sighed and moved toward the door. "It's time I go about setting up this break-out of yours..."As he said this, tiny sparks of electricity would begin to crackle between his index finger and thumb. It was simple, pinch the base of anyone's neck with enough voltage to knock them the fuck out. Very effective. ***** The few minutes that passed would be filled with short cries, loud cries and an assortment of moans. It seemed there were a couple of people who found the experience... a turn on? Perverts... but he'd have to give that a try with Lilah-chan sometime. Anyways, by the time he returned to Unfettered's room, he would be fully dressed. "...You ready?" |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 17, 2008 0:08:14 GMT -8
TO THE TAX-MOBILE!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * "...You ready?""Ja." A swashbuckling sound of boots hitting against the floor. Four empty, unlabeled cans smashed up in his wake, and a pair of gloves held up in his gauntlets. Strangely designed... the left one being a bit longer---"Zese are for you... I've had some time to vork on zings, since ze last time ve met..."Handing them off, he'd pocket his hands into his Hades Coat, his eye hidden by his hair. Leaning forward, like an openly suspicious man. An unspoken sense of urgency emanating."Ve have to find a cab und get out of here. Now."He hoped the gloves would be put into use soon. For everything to work accordingly, Rem had to be as prepared as much as he could to do what needed to be done...~ |
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Post by Rem on Jun 17, 2008 8:18:10 GMT -8
"Zese are for you... I've had some time to vork on zings, since ze last time ve met..."
Rem accepted the gloves hesitantly, at first. However, as he gazed upon the design, the intricate patchwork of leather, metal and technology (Not to mention the variation of the Militia insignia that included a chocobo), the Japanese teen found himself grinning from ear to ear. Yet, he caught himself almost immediately, and absent-mindedly dragged them on. They were a snug fit; the left one wrapped tightly around his wrist and forearm, the wire rings trailing up the extended cloth keeping the thing on his arm. The right was thicker, heavier, and form-fitting. The left glove resembled that of Cloud Strife's (Though Cloud's long glove was on his right hand), whilst the right was an exact replica of Squall Leonhart's.
"Cloud and Squall, eh? Thanks boss."
There wasn't anything special about these gloves as far as he could tell, but he figured that Unfettered wouldn't give him anything he thought would be worthless to their cause. With that in mind, he guided the German out of the hospital and hailed a cab, which proved to be troublesome. Due to his height, people often thought he was a child, and so ignored his, often, serious attempts to gain their attention. When a cab finally did stop, he opened the door and ushered the boss and the dog in, then, he followed. To the restauraaaant!!!
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 19, 2008 21:24:42 GMT -8
Hitting The Road. With A Jackhammer "Cloud and Squall, eh? Thanks boss."'Cloud'? 'Squall'? Interesting names for gloves... Eh, the German wouldn't question it. Only grin with a scent of interest.
There was nothing more to it. No one questioned where they were, and especially with how "Unfettered" walked out, fully clothed, as opposed to wearing hospital attire. But his manner of walking... well, he strode along as strongly and proudly as possible in his state, but there was a noticeable limp in the pain he tried to hold back.
Hefting along the briefcase, the only things of any real use to him still residing in there, he crawled inside the cab after Rem, many of the things passing by him, like a blur, hence the vagueness of his ability to take in anything. But it was temporal...---Clutching his briefcase tightly to his chest, he only hoped there was very little traffic...
Playing with the locks of the briefcase, he took out a tape recorder, and looked at Rem, before closing up the briefcase and pocketing the thing. Something he couldn't do with all the honking.
...But it would be important, provided there was still time, before the full effects of withdrawal finally hit him.
His eye stopped focusing for a moment... Artificial dehydration?"Chocorem... you'll have to guide me out, vonce ve get zer..."Everything had turned into fuzzy shades. Only shadows were visible now. The after-effects were starting to kick in.OOC: Thread ended. I'll start the new thread soon. |
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