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Post by David B. on Sept 9, 2012 19:31:56 GMT -8
OOC((If Delilah wants to bring anyone into the thread, I'm cool with it. Otherwise closed.))
Using his foot, David kicked over a stone.
He stood outside the building him and Delilah had been in a week or so earlier. That night, she had done more than save his ass, and he had seemingly fled when she offered him hospitality. He had been meaning to meet with her again, to talk, but the chance never came up. The Doctor was in California, and he had been hunting for him restlessly. It seemed to occupy him. He was growing weaker- a thing hinted at when he and Del had fought off that army. He guessed the men there not happy with their escape, as they burned the building to the ground, along with the documents David had forgotten. He cursed under his breath. His first real lead to him brother and BAM- gone in a puff of smoke. He brushed off his hands, standing. A voice spoke in his ear.
"Satisfied?"
He tsked, before responding.
"Yeah yeah. Let's head back."
August popped his head out of a building, hopping down from the middle floor and landing flat on the cement near him. He had tried to find Youichi to come along, but she had not been around. Starting into a jog- which he had planned on being the original reason for the outing- he would head back the few miles to the Crows hideout, coming in through the gate after August and slowing into a walk toward his house, several blocks away.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 10, 2012 17:54:42 GMT -8
((OOC: I CAN'T THINK OF ANYPONY AT THE MOMENT~, but later, I think so.)) Delilah stared intently at the sheet of paper in front of her.
It had been three weeks since the incident at the Office of US Defense, but the large gang presence there had bothered her ever since. Currently, she sat on the beach while Oliver played around the waves, chasing the water as it receded and running away as it came back in, shrieking with delight all the while. Beside her was a neat little pile of seashells the boy wanted to take back to the base (she would attempt to talk him out of it later - the apartment already smelled strongly of the sea, and if she found another sharp foreign object lurking between her sheets one more time....
She exhaled slowly and folded up the paper, tucking it into her pocket as she watched the tide. So far, her search had turned up no real intel on the group: they had been fairly new to the area and Barker patrols hadn't been bothering them all too much. That was pretty much it: no word if the guy she knifed in the crotch had lived or a ball park for how many men the gang claimed to have. If they were large, they might have tried to invade the Crows' territory, so that made her think they were less than 100 strong (even after the massacre).
Her people had also been keeping tabs on David and his associates, although from a distance. This was more for his security than anything else: call her paranoid, but Delilah always assumed that when you pissed someone off - and left them alive to tell about it - they only forgot about it when the instigator was dead.
As it was, she was already concerned about him. David hadn't seemed...well when they last met. That wasn't entirely unexpected, of course - it was hard to come across nutritious food in surplus in these times, and if one got sick it was up to their bodies to overcome the symptoms. Never mind being a huge potential asset to the Crows, the man was a friend: She wanted to help in any way she could.
Which was why she left the note.
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A couple of hours before David returned to his house, Sergei walked up to the front door and listened for a long moment, trying to ascertain if anyone was home without knocking or calling for anyone. When he was reasonably certain, he pulled a manilla envelope out from inside his jacket and jammed it between the door and the frame. His look was that of a tired solider with a job to do, the scars from the grenade that ate away a portion of his face when he was thirty blending with the lines of age. Ensuring the note was secure - and that David's name was written on the front- he turned his heel and began a brisk jog back to the base.
The note, in an untidy scrawl that was somewhere between cursive and printing, would read thusly:
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Post by David B. on Sept 11, 2012 13:10:47 GMT -8
Augusts head poked out from around the corner of the wall, holding up a small envelope. He had a knowing grin on his face, David's eyebrows drawing down a little in confusion. "Looks like someone got a love letter." David snatched the letter from him, glaring in a way that said "Shut it" before glancing down at what his hand clasped tightly. August grinned again before dodging inside, David following after, slowly tearing the top part of it open. He pulled out the note, reading over it a moment or two before setting it on the counter.
'Interesting. So she's been curious too...'
He walked over to the sink, letting the watter run a few minutes and splashing some on his face. He was wearing a white sleeveless shirt, which darkened slightly at the droplets of water struck it. His dark blue shorts remained un-effected, having been covered in a small amount of dust from the jog, and from people flying by them in vehicles, kicking up cars. It was a wonder, to David, that so many people could band together and literally own a small portion of the city without them knowing. Of course, it could have just been a fluke, but if citizens ARE banding together, he thought perhaps the Crows would know about it. The fact that Delilah didn't was slightly disturbing. He sighed, placing his hands on either side of the sink as he let the water drip off his face.
One eye squinted closed, he opened the other and stared over at the letter a moment. Grabbing a towel from the counter next to his right hand, he wiped off his face, grabbed the note and headed once again for the door.
"August! I'm going out!"
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He removed the sandals from his feet, the Velcro making a small sound as he tore them off. His toes were buried in the sand as he walked down the line of the beach, Delilahs form recognizable in the distance. He had decided that he had questions that needed answering- and if anyone knew it would be her. Plus, a swap of info wouldn't be a bad idea. He wasn't sure whether the girl had a chance to go back there, or hell, if she even thought it was a good idea to. Of course, David was a little more bullish about things, and after waiting the allotted time, decided to check it out. Not to mention the things his company had been able to uncover...
He would raise his left hand in salute if she noticed him, coming forward with his shoes in the hand he waved with, his other hand tucked into his pocket.
"So, day at the beach, eh?" He'd turn around and look down at Oliver. "I take it that's your son?"
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 12, 2012 14:50:15 GMT -8
"Oka-san!"
"Yes, love, what is it?" she replied distractedly, thumbing through some more of the papers she had brought with her - intel on the mysterious gang that she already knew.
"There's a man coming over!"
"Oh?" Delilah glanced up from her work to see the silhouette of David coming towards them, sandals in hand. She smiled and refolded her papers, tucking them into the pocket of her work pants as she rose to her feet. Oliver shuffled behind her, his white hair a ruffled mess thanks to the endless back and forth of his exertions of fleeing and chasing the sea. She put a comforting hand on his head, smiling as David approached.
"David. good to see you."
"So, day at the beach eh?"
Delilah smiled and rolled her eyes, "Something like that. I thought a change of scenery might inspire a different train of thought. No such luck, but Oliver was pestering me to go outside anyway, so I figured 'why not'."
"I take it that's your son?"
She smiled broadly at this and stepped slightly to the side, revealing the young boy. "Yes, it is. Oliver, this is David Blaze. He's a friend of mine. Say 'hi'."
He looked up at her plaintively, his little brows drawn together over his mismatched eyes, clearly unsure. She nodded slightly. "Anata shinjite kare. Eigo kudasai." <You can trust him. In english, please.>
With that assurance, he looked back at David and gave him a toothy grin. "Hi, David. It's nice to meet you." he thrust out his small hand towards David for a handshake. "I'm Oliver Stuart Pott. ...Mama?" He turned his head back to look at her.
"Yes?"
"What's the English for 'dozo yoroshiku onegaishimasu'?"
She blinked in surprise and then laughed lightly. "There isn't one. It's way too formal for English. Why don't you make something up."
Oliver looked back at David and stared up at him for a moment, the cogs working behind his large, curious eyes. Finally, he decided on a phrase that suited the situation. "Thank you for the honour." He whipped his head back around to look at his mother.
She smiled at him. "Very good. That's a pretty close translation, too. Now go play."
And just like that, he sprinted back down the sand to the beach, five year old legs working as though he'd never run again. Delilah stared after him for a moment, reveling in the earnestness of his youth before turning back to David and motioning for him to sit.
"Thanks for coming. How have you been since we last met?"
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Post by David B. on Sept 13, 2012 21:04:48 GMT -8
David gave a bright smile to the boy, crouching down and sticking out his hand. He was surprised to hear both Delilah and the child speak in Japanese- either she was a good teacher or they spoke it just as often as English. His heart, for some reason, leapt as the child Thanked him for the honor. Why...had it done that? He pondered in his own head, though his small smile stayed as he responded. "Kochi Koso, iikodane." ("The honor is mine, little one."). He knew his Japanese was rough- he hadn't spoken it in years, but figured the added use of the language might add weight to the words. When the boy ran off, he stood and turned to Delilah, the frown now evident. Why did he feel so strongly when the Oliver said that to him? He pushed it from his mind for the moment, focusing now on Delilah.
She asked how he had been- a difficult question to answer. Rather than go in depth, he shrugged. "Not quite as tired. Been curious about our friends from a while back. Was wondering if you guys had any additional info about them." The crows was probably the largest gang in the city, or one of them. His own...goals were not even close to developed to be on that board- regardless, if anyone could glean info about them, it would be her and Unfettered. "Have you mentioned them to Jon, or Kiyoshi?"
Even though he had been there a while, he had yet to even see or speak with Unfettered. The guy was probably avoiding David like the plague. Hell, not like he could blame him. David had been very... Flip floppy in school. Ready to fight one minute, unwilling to lift a finger the next. And every time Unfettered had tried to get him involved, it ended with one of them humiliating or attacking the other. David would give anything to at least meet with the guy and try to bury the hatchet, but he was hard to pin down. Going through his luitenant was better for them both- she and Dave got along well, and there were no complications.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 16, 2012 18:08:43 GMT -8
“Not quite as tired. Been curious about our friends from a while back. Was wondering if you guys had any additional info on them.”
Delilah shrugged, plopping herself down on the sand beside David, watching as Oliver resumed his assault on and escape from the sea. “Unfortunately, there isn't much. Outside of a basic perimeter of where they seem to be operating out of and a few vague numbers, we only have our account of that particular event to go on.” She pulled out one of the pieces of paper and unfolded it. On the front was a map in it's rough draft stages, in a territory that covered a decent sized portion of the map to the East of the Crow's territory. On the back was Delilah's chicken scratch writing, little notes to herself with dates attached containing intel gathered in the last few days. The information was scant: the only notable thing on that side of the page were the numbers “60-80???”.
“If that is the size of the group, then it worries me that we haven't gathered more information than that. One possible theory is that they're working out of a particular location: there's a warehouse district in the center that we can't readily get to: as you can see, it's deep within Barker territory.
“That's another strange thing, actually,” she mused thoughtfully. “Barker patrols seem to be moving freely throughout the area, but none of the people we encountered looked like experiments or were wearing the uniforms. They certainly didn't act like they were military trained either.”
“Have you mentioned them to Jon, or Kiyoshi?”
At this, Delilah sighed and shook her head. “No, although I would like to. Sadly, I have nowhere near enough information to fully investigate the matter: a group of that size isn't really a threat to Crows or Militia anyway. Ever since the event, I've had my team scouting out the area that we were in, looking for clues. The gang doesn't commit to any regular patrols and they haven't made any large moves since we were involved with them. But a couple of my men have heard screaming late at night in that district...but that's not unusual for Barker territory either. Outside that, I have nothing but my own intuition that anything is even going on, and being as I am a First Crow, Domestic Whatever, I am for all extents and purposes a 'higher up' myself: I won't relay anything to the actual decision makers until I have more concrete proof that something is amiss.
“One other thing, though...” she hummed to herself and pulled out a different sheet of paper and handing it to David. It was a report dating much earlier on in the year, detailing a large scale fight that had taken place in the same area. It would read that Delilah Black and Marcus Prasad were inadvertently caught in the midst of a raid that ended with the pair of them taking on a large group of strong, heavily armed individuals (one of which, highlighted and written in bold, to have taken Delilah's “FUCKING KNIFE”). They had won, but had barely escaped with their lives and had been heavily injured.
Delilah would raise an eyebrow as David read the report, fiddling with her calloused fingers restlessly. “It is possible...” she began slowly, “That this is the same group, if not a by-product of what Marcus and I left in our wake.
((OOC: POSSIBLE INVIIIIITE~?))
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Post by David B. on Sept 16, 2012 20:27:26 GMT -8
OOC: ((sure, anytime!))
He took the map, looking over it thoughtfully.
"It's in the right location, so it makes sense. And Barkers men steering clear could mean either they have paid off some higher ups, or are working with him."
He handed the paper back, hooking his arms around his knees as he stared off toward the sea. Using his right hand, he would comb his fingers through the sand a moment, thinking a little to himself. One thing, relatively unknown to everyone outside his men, was the currnt position David had taken on. It, along with others, was probably the largest reason for coming and speaking with her. Even though David saw Olesya as his most trusted friend, he saw Delilah as at least someone he could trust. But did he want to put information out there so soon? He cleared his throat.
"They burned down the building we fought in. And though I tried to hunt down a patrol or two...well, they are staying underground, and obviously aren't planning on coming out soon." He looked back to her. "And as disturbing as screams from barkers territory is, what's more disturbing to me is the lack of movement from the Crows, and Militia. I'd be lying if I said I was curious as to why they have both fallen so silent. I mean, I suppose it could be the calm before a storm, but it just feels like the storm is already raging, and we are all just....watching."
He wasnt trying to upset her- he knew her loyalties. But his new, aforementioned position required curiosity, and if he was going to shake hands with the leaders of the resistance.... he wanted to make sure they were still interested in resisting.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 17, 2012 18:11:25 GMT -8
""It's in the right location, so it makes sense. And Barkers men steering clear could mean either they have paid off some higher ups, or are working with him."
She nodded her head, taking the papers he handed back, refolding them, and replacing them in her deep pockets. "I agree on both counts."
"They burned down the building we fought in. And though I tried to hunt down a patrol or two...well, they are staying underground, and obviously aren't planning on coming out soon."
At this, Delilah clucked her tongue disapprovingly and furrowed her brow. That must have been rather recent: she had sent Sergei and Cain there only five days before hand to see if there was any movement in the area. It was disturbing to say the least, to think that they might have known there was something worth finding in that place.
"And as disturbing as screams from barkers territory is, what's more disturbing to me is the lack of movement from the Crows, and Militia."
Oh? She raised her eyebrows and turned her head to look at him as he continued speaking. The old Delilah would have bristled for sure, but the new, more mature version of the mechanic was far more willing to hear someone out rather than jump down her throat. She couldn't blame David, actually, and it was quite clear what he was asking behind the statement itself.
When he finished, Delilah studied him long and hard, a placid look on her face. After a moment of semi-silence (Oliver was still running up and down the beach, screaming like a lunatic), she sighed and turned her head away from him, back to look out at the sea.
"I can't speak for my superiors, of course," she began slowly. "And I'm not always updated on what the 'plan' is. But Crows and Militia have always held fast to the ideal of 'Freedom', and I believe we're still moving forward with that.
"We've been expanding our territory at a steady pace and we've been meeting little to no resistance from Barker on that front. That's worrying: the man has an army likely numbering in the mid millions. He could squash us anytime he wanted to, but he hasn't yet. Why? Because we're still not a threat to him.
"Our goal isn't just to survive. That's not a purpose or a goal, that's an instinct. Barker must be stopped at any cost...but we can't throw ourselves headlong into battle with him just because we hate what he's doing. Not because we would die if we did, but because if those of us who fought for the people did die, the people would be doomed.
"So we've maintained our own little resistances: we've taken pieces of his land, harbored civilians who would otherwise die, created a governing power and laws of our own, started growing our own food, built an army, declared ourselves independent of him. This might not look like much from the surface, but without it, the people would have no hope. We have to think of them first, because they are our hope as well. Without the people behind us, resistance is meaningless.
"That's not to say, of course, that we won't be raiding a base of his in the near future," she laughed dryly, "We can't let him continue as he has, and one way to do that is to physically oppose him. But it's not the only way to resist him. We must be able to defend what we've taken and build our strength for when we're ready to attack. And I can tell you with absolute certainty that we really look forward to it."
She turned her head to face him, a blood hungry grin stretching her lips, her eagerness plain. "Does that answer your question?"
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Post by David B. on Sept 19, 2012 14:48:22 GMT -8
He let out a little breath. He understood the reasons, but for him it all just sounded so...political. He was not a particularly political individual. But he wouldn't say that. Why? Because unlike himself, the Crows had people to look after. David did not. Not in essence, anyway. He had civilians who lived in his range of attack, but they didn't supply them like the crows did. Didn't care for them in a democratic fashion like they did. David's army was a military one.
He guarded the people, yes. But he didn't provide them with the necessities needed for survival. That's not to say he wouldn't, if they asked. But his fortress wasn't equipped to handle the numbers. He wanted to be, but right now, he felt....violent. His men had been bled hard, and many had died. He wasn't about to let Barker go to sleep without feeling the same burn. He made sure their blood was on the streets as well. He stood back up, brushing off his rear before walking forward a bit, hands in his pockets.
"I just....I guess it feels like we're losing. At least to me. It's not something i can stand. Before all this took place, the world had problems, but we were sorting them out. People were providing for their family, taking care of their kids. Wives." He took a hand out of his pocket, scratching the back of his head. A wife... God how he would like one. Strange as it might be to think of at that time, he couldn't help but realize how alone he was. He pushed it from his mind. He WAS alone, and if that's what was needed of him, he'd accept it. Like a wall standing before the storm. He continued.
"To have all of it taken from you by evil men drunk with power... I can't look in the eyes of people and consider trying to just repair their lives, make them feel normal. I guess that's what it feels like the Crows and Militia are trying to do." He turned back to her, looking her in the eye. "Kids like Oliver, they remind me of why I'm doing what I am." He would glance back over at him before looking back at her.
"Is there anyone who might be willing to watch him for a short time? I need to show you something."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 19, 2012 17:59:28 GMT -8
Delilah watched him stand, lifting a hand to shield her eyes from the sun. She was frowning slightly...it seemed to her that David was deeply troubled by something. His words seemed to echo that, with undertones of vengeance: For the people...for himself?
Instead of interrupting or objecting, she simply let him vent, feeling that there was more behind his words than what he was telling her.
"Is there anyone who might be willing to watch him for a short time? I need to show you something."
She nodded and pulled the bluetooth out of her pocket, slipping it on her ear. "Nick."
"Nick isn't available at the moment."
Delilah sighed. "Talon."
"Please leave a message at the tone and we will get back to you as soon as possible."
"TALON."
"BEEEEEEEEEP."
"Talon, where is Nick?"
"ERROR 425: MESSAGE NOT SAVED. INBOX FULL. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER."[/i]
"OKAY, YOU JUST BOUGHT YOURSELF A NIGHT TRAINING WITH TAI."
"...shit."[/i]
"Where's Nick?"
"He's in the shower at the moment. Whaddaya need?"
"Get him out of there and to haul his ass down to the beach DOUBLE TIME. Copy?"
"If I do, does that mean I don't have to kill myself tonight?"[/i]
"If he's here in the next three minutes, I will consider it. ...Talon? Talon?" She looked back at David and shrugged. Two minutes later, Nick was barreling down the beach towards them, sopping wet and still yanking on his pants, bald head gleaming in the sun.
"WHAT'S GOING ON?! I came as soon as I could!" He panted, looking around at David with obvious suspicion.
"What did Talon tell you?"
"He said you were being attacked or something. Is this the guy? You want me to break his neck or something?"
Delilah burst out laughing at that. "Well you'd be welcome to try, but I don't see it going well for you. Nick, this is David Blaze, a friend of mine and of Crows."
He frowned at both of them, water finally drying on the white supremacist tattoos lacing his arms. "I don't understand..."
"You've been had. But I did call you here for a reason: It's your turn to watch Oliver. You understand what that means?"
He blanched at the look she gave him and swallowed hard. "I'll...I'll guard him like he were my own, ma'am."
"No. Guard him like he's mine. Oliver! Nick is going to watch you a while, okay?"
"WAKARIMASU! SARAKATA MAMA, BLAZE-SAN!" <I understand. Goodbye mama, Mr. Blaze!>
"Sarakata, chibiko!"<Goodbye little one!> She turned back to David, smiling. "Ready when you are."[/size]
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Post by David B. on Sept 21, 2012 19:28:23 GMT -8
David cocked an eyebrow as she shrugged at him, letting out a little breath. He understood. This gave August more time anyway. He would stare down at the beach, watching the coastline as they waited. Soon, a figure was approaching. He removed his hands from his pockets just in case the individual was not friendly. As it turned out, he was, and spoke with Delilah in a candor. The corners of his lips turned up only a little as the man offered to break his neck, Delilah responded in much the same way he intended to. He offered his hand, and would shake Nicks if he took it before waiting for the two of them to get through what was needed. He would nod as she told him to lead on, heading back in the direction he had initially come from. When he went up the stairs toward Crows territory, he took a right instead of a left, heading toward Barker territory instead. He would speak as they walked.
"A while back, several years, I was a member of a group who were known for their fighting prowess, brutality, and efficiency. The Dragons. Toward the end of my Senior year, Gabriel took them over by force from Leon, and under the laws of our order, he was immune to challenge for a period of time. Rather than stay under his crooked leadership, I left them, and abandoned my title." He watched around them, knowing in a few minutes they would be completely engrossed in Barkers territory. "After the war, I was unable to find a good direction for myself. I was sick, fatigued. Ready to give up. Then I found Olesya, and she led me to Unfettered and the Crows. Hope was rekindled." He stopped, checking down a side road that was known to holster Barkers men who would guard the border. He looked above them at the fire escape which led up the side of a forty story building. He jumped, grabbing the ladder, his weight causing it to slide down. He'd climb up, indicating she should follow.
"At the time, I was eager to see how things were handled by them, what victories they had won. I was far more interested in the physical battles, than the mental and emotional ones. I began to feel that the Crows, instead, were seeming to turn into a political body whose militaristic arm went unused." He would be hopping in a window on the first floor now. "That's not to say they, or you, are weak. But that your idle. As you said, it is for a good reason, but you're never going to build enough to truly challenge Barker. Even with a thousand, ten thousand, it wouldn't be enough to crush him. Not in direct warfare. I thought of this a couple weeks ago, and since then it's been...a hard road for me. But i've discovered that the Crows simply can't do it alone, and so I searched for others."
As he spoke, he would be leading them up toward the elevator, select the highest floor, and ride it up. He would then head up the stairs toward the roof, walking toward the eastern wall. He'd look out toward a small neighborhood, where a troop of Barkers men were squatting.
"It took time....but i found what it was I needed."
Fires could be seen in that residential area, which had been cleared of civilians by the invading army months ago. Explosions rocked the area, and the sound of screaming men could be heard over the city. Forty of Barkers men were currently being set upon, killed, silenced in the streets. David would look back at Delilah.
"It's the Dragons. Not the same group by any means, but not entirely different. They and their leader attack with clenched fists, staining the streets red with the blood of the enemy. Medics, Infantry- they wipe all of them away, leaving only one. They leave him to recall the slaughter of their men." He continued to watch Delilah. "It's not eager, it's methodical. Everything they do is with a steady hand. But they do it. They are what we need. The wipe out soldiers all the time, in hit and run attacks. Ten one day. Fifty another. Five more the next. Every one counts, and eventually, they'll carve their way to the officers." He combed his fingers back through his hair, taking a deep breath.
"I guess the point of telling you all this was to see if you had any interest in meeting them. I could arrange it, now, if you wanted."
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Sept 26, 2012 17:16:32 GMT -8
Nick shook David's hand politely before tearing off through the sand to reach the white haired little boy while Delilah and David started their walk at a brisk pace. She would remain silent for the journey until they reached their destination, she resolved, unless it were of utmost importance.
"A while back, several years, I was a member of a group who were known for their fighting prowess, brutality, and efficiency. The Dragons. Toward the end of my Senior year, Gabriel took them over by force from Leon, and under the laws of our order, he was immune to challenge for a period of time. Rather than stay under his crooked leadership, I left them, and abandoned my title."
So THAT'S what happened! Delilah had never really been on the up-and-up about the hierarchy in the school and had kept pretty much to herself. But she had always wondered what had caused the downward spiral of so many people she used to know. Such is the life of a convict: her time in prison had done nothing for her social life and all the details about #259 and #42 had resolved themselves without her.
But now they were in Barker territory. She resolved to pay more attention.
"After the war, I was unable to find a good direction for myself. I was sick, fatigued. Ready to give up. Then I found Olesya, and she led me to Unfettered and the Crows. Hope was rekindled.
An odd choice of words to be sure. 'Sick' and 'Fatigued' were words that one would use to describe a chronic illness. This worried her, but it uplifted her to know that he and Olesya had already touched base. Now deeper within the Barker territory, Delilah kept one hand on her knife as they walked, eyes sweeping from side to side.
"At the time, I was eager to see how things were handled by them, what victories they had won. I was far more interested in the physical battles, than the mental and emotional ones. I began to feel that the Crows, instead, were seeming to turn into a political body whose militaristic arm went unused[/color]."
She followed him through the window
"That's not to say they, or you, are weak. But that your idle. As you said, it is for a good reason, but you're never going to build enough to truly challenge Barker. Even with a thousand, ten thousand, it wouldn't be enough to crush him. Not in direct warfare. I thought of this a couple weeks ago, and since then it's been...a hard road for me. But i've discovered that the Crows simply can't do it alone, and so I searched for others."
She slipped in the elevator after him. Distantly, a couple of warning bells flared in the back of her mind. She wanted to mention this (and so many other things) to David, but remained silent. Privately, she thought David was lucky to have found a place with working electricity as the EMP's had wiped out most electronics. But that was likely by design. Was this place a base, perhaps?
"It took time....but i found what it was I needed."
Moments after exiting the elevator, Delilah became very aware that she was looking over a combat zone. Explosions rocked the area and the sounds of people screaming filled her ears. The sound put her on edge and she had to force herself to relax. She looked out over the scenery, her keen eye tracking the movement and tactics of the groups below.
Both seemed to know what they were doing, in this area at least. She tilted her head to the side slightly as David spoke, still watching the battle unfold intently, processing the information and refraining from speaking her plethora of questions.
"I guess the point of telling you all this was to see if you had any interest in meeting them. I could arrange it, now, if you wanted."
Well, that answered one of her questions at least. She nodded her assent, still watching the fight, now armed with this new information of the Dragons. "It would be my pleasure."
((OOC: sorry this took so long and for the lackluster post. I promise the next few will be better!))
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Post by David B. on Sept 26, 2012 18:50:26 GMT -8
David nodded, glad that she had let him speak without interruption, and refreshed by the lack of questions. She had them, he was sure, but chose to deal with the main issue at hand. He smirked.
"I thought so. You see, I told them I might brig someone by, and they told me they would need two things from you, that is customary for them. One, a show of good will, so they know you mean no harm, and a show of strength, so it can be proven that you are worth knowing. They are strict on both, as it was always the way of a Dragon, and I figured we could kill two birds with one stone."
He'd stepped up on the ledge of the building, prepping himself for an entrance that was reminiscent of his school days. It was obvious by the direction in which barkers troops were being pushed that they would soon be directly beneath David and Delilah. He'd look back at her with a grin.
"Shall we?"
It was all he would say before stepping off, the wind rushing through his hair and clothes as the vile soldiers who had destroyed their city were deposited into his and Delilahs landing zone. As he hit, the ground exploded up around him, a small, ten foot round crater under his feet. He'd stand, slowly, dust blurring his image as he withdrew a scarf from his pocket, covering his mouth. The Dragons around him were wearing black handkerchiefs over their mouths, the outline of a white dragon on them. His was white, with a Black Dragon on it.
Without pausing, he'd launch himself into the men who stood dumbfounded around them, ready for yet another battle.
((Seeing a pattern with my threads? They always lead to war. Haha))
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Oct 2, 2012 15:21:22 GMT -8
“I thought so. You see, I told them I might brig someone by,
Orly?
---“and they told me they would need two things from you, that is customary for them.
ORLY!?[/I][/SIZE]
---“One, a show of good will, so they know you mean no harm, and a show of strength, so it can be proven that you are worth knowing. They are strict on both, as it was always the way of a Dragon, and I figured we could kill two birds with one stone.”
David stepped onto the ledge and he looked back at her, his intentions clear. She grinned back at him and stepped on the ledge, looking down at the rabble headed towards them. She hadn't had a good shot at Barker in a while, and just the thought of it filled her with blood lust. She was aware that the number before them was just a drop in the bucket in comparison to what the army actually was, but taking out even one of the pricks who destroyed her school, her city and helped take over the world would feel damn good.
“Shall we?”
“Yes, lets.”
She jumped down a moment after David, the wind whipping her hair and tugging at her clothes, lips stretched wide in a feral grin. Her touch down was much softer than David's, and only a light puff of dust swirled around her as she sunk into a deep crouch on the balls of her feet. She noticed the men around them, and offered them a polite nod of acknowledgment. Hands snaking to the hilts of two of her knives, she drew them as she pushed off, launching herself into the group of Barker soldiers without so much as a second thought.
'Show of strength and good will', huh? I can do that.
The first person she darted past would receive the razor sharp edge of her tanto between their ribs – something to think about as the serrated edge of her bowie knife gashed the man's wind-pipe open. Dark blood spurted from the wounds as she pulled away towards her next dumbfounded opponent, his dying breath pushing bright red froth past his lips and he sank to the ground.
She pulled her tanto free and twisted backwards, turning the knife over in her hand with a practiced flick as she held it underhand. At the apex of her turn, she threw her hand out and the blade plunged into the nearest man's eye socket and into the brain. Continuing her momentum from the turn, she kicked the man in the chest with a spin to push him off the knife, the blow landing with a dull crack as his sternum caved in on itself. Completing her turn, Delilah thrust her bowie knife deep into the gut of the man beside him, twisted the blade and pulled it sideways, spilling his bowels out into the street.
The air was now filled with the cloying scent of warm copper, with three men laying either dead or dying around her. Delilah herself had a long splash of deep red across the front of her tank top and bits of brain in her hair, flecks of blood on her black cargo pants. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed, the very picture of a woman enjoying herself. And it was just about to get even more interesting: the soldiers were starting to regroup. She spared a glance for David...
((OOC: I know that feel, bro. THREE DOWN.))
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Post by David B. on Oct 3, 2012 14:54:30 GMT -8
David wrapped his arm around a mans neck, grabbing his chin while planting his other palm on the back of his skull. A sharp twist, followed by a sickening crunch, and the man was now looking directly behind himself. Davids path was littered by four other bodies- one man had his throat torn open, another had his face crushed inward. David spared no expense in killing evil men. He glanced at Delilah, his own face covered in blood, a thought crossing his mind as he stared into the sky.
"Rain..."
Windows would shatter above them as fifteen more dragons crashed outward, landing alone them, the glass raining down on top of them gently. Those fifteen carried knives and short blades, and were cutting into the regrouping forces like butter. One man would step forward, his bandanna Red. He'd hold out his hand to Delilah, to shake.
"My name is Bradley jones. I lead the Dragons."
He spoke calmly among the dying men, the soldiers pushing one Barker troopsman into the earth, causing him to pass out. He was all that was left of the entire patrol, and would awaken to find the massacre: heads on pikes, the heads of all his comrades. All of them staring inward- at him.
David pulled down his bandanna, a grin. He had no intention of revealing himself just yet, instead becoming the willing lackey in this particular encounter. He was interested to get an outside view- people spoke of a group differently when they weren't talking to their leader. So Brad would be that leader for now, and David would be the friend who could listen to concerns, and true opinion.
"David said you were a warrior... Glad to see he speaks true. Were you interested in Joining the Dragons?"
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