Mad Guyvers: Desolation, Brought to you by the Queen of Bishe

[Sith Guyver]

Mad Guyvers: Desolation

It is human life. We are blown upon the world; we float buoyantly upon the summer air a little while, complacently showing off our grace of form and our dainty iridescent colors; then we vanish with a little puff, leaving nothing behind but a memory--and sometimes not even that. I suppose that at those solemn times when we wake in the deeps of the night and reflect, there is not one of us who is not willing to confess that he is really only a soap-bubble, and as little worth the making.
- Mark Twain



It became known as The Desolation; a great cataclysm. The day when the earth herself with whom we had taken refuge, unleashed her fury. Rearranging the world in a way not seen since biblical times.

Hundreds of millions died in the first weeks..... earth quaked..... Seas surged..... fires raged.....



In mankind's darkest hour, a glint of hope arrived in the aftermath. Quelling the violence and fear that had taken hold of every human. Millions call it a religious experience, seeing these twelve angels descend from the heavens. With them they brought peace, and a way to rebuild our world.

Years passed, cites were rebuilt, lives were born. Chronos, now just as much a religious order as the worlds administrative body, leads humanity into a golden age.




Alone he sat, the room dark and somber, save for the harsh light emitted by the screen before him. Text scrawled by, intermixed with schematics and anatomy overlayed. Rubbing his eye's he stood and walked to the door, it hissed and he exited into the dimly lit hallway.

He was tired, his eye's ached, and a psychic knife felt like it was rammed deep into his skull. A smirk crossed his lips, insomnia, his constant companion had stuck again. Losing track of time because of it wasn't hard. Nor was not sleeping for 5 days on end. But the pain was worth it, the rider project was completed.

Where Chronos and their predecessors, the advent, had strived for self contained bio-weapons. He'd created a cybernetic organism. Possessing computer enhanced memory, elastic electro-conductive muscle bundles for superior strength, ferro-fluid for magnetic lubricated joints for superior reaction speed with impact absorption, and carbon-nano based solar-cells laminated with lab grown diamond armor for superior durability with acidic resistance. Combined with a human being well versed in unorthodox combat tactics, and charismatic leadership qualities, he could see no one better to send forth into the world to find disenfranchised normal human beings.

Another door hissed open and slammed shut as he entered. The room had a Stygian feel, horrific instruments of science and medicine barely seen at the edge of light. A cone of light shown through the ceiling upon a standing figure. His armor black, the shadows hiding it's features, as he winced at the oppressive sunlight. Approaching the figure he watched the light slide along the sleek finish of the diamond armor, the black solar-cell beneath converting the energy of the sun to life.

“Command Line,” speaking in a harsh tone, “Shop smart...”

The shadowed figures head snapped up in front of him, eye's glowing briefly, “Shop S-mart,” it said.

Smiling he looked over the armored figure, “Who are you?” he asked.

Without hesitation, and swinging one arm out to it's side in a bold flashy fashion it replied, “Rider Black.”

“What are you, and what is your purpose?” standing still, he looking into it's eye's.

Balling it's fist it held it's arm crooked out in front, “I am a human being, and I aim to avenge myself and others upon those who destroy the lives of the innocent.”

The man smiled and turned, walking to a console, the Riders head turned to follow the man as he walked.

“I am sending you home, you know what this means,” his hand danced across the console as he spoke.

The rider nodded, preparing itself for it's departure. The man stopped briefly and turned his head toward the black armored individual. “Good luck,” pressing the final key the cyborg was gone in a flash, back whence it was found.

The man clicked his jaw and returned to his room, there was much left to do. But for now, he must sleep. His medication was strong, it ensured he would sleep. More importantly, it would ensure he wouldn't dream. “Sleep holds no solace for the hopeful.....” he mused.



It was dark.... clammy, he could feel a trickle of water running past his face. He opened his eye's, both trying to focus individually as dizziness overcame him. Resting his head on the cold slab of rock and concrete he was on, gathered himself. A dull ache punctuated by points of sharp rending pain let him know he was still alive enough to regret his position. The earthquake had destroyed his families home, and it must now be raining judging by the unpleasant amount of moisture.

Grunting he pulled himself from the wreckage of the house, glass, nails, and shards of wood digging into his skin. Time was but an abstract concept, only the drive to escape pushed him through the pain. Muted light glinting in his eye as he crawled forward. He fell more than pushed himself the last few feet from the debris. His breath hang heavy in the air, the moisture pluming into the air from his rasping lungs. His vision faded.... blurring, the pain over took him, and he could have sworn he saw someone standing over him.

The smell of her raven locks was sweet, flowing like smoke wafting on the water. Her rouge lips promised an unspoken and unyielding bliss. She says her name is Dalila Sangria, and that she is a physician. Under her watchful eye he underwent many procedures to walk again, and years of physical therapy, brought an intimate closeness between them. With tears in his eye's he could still feel her smooth skin under his finger tips, the caress of her lips against his, and her unmistakable taste.

Her gentle touch caressed his face, hands sliding along his jawline and behind his ears. Her seductive smile sucked him in. Then pain lanced through his skull and radiated through his body. Restraints kept him tied to the table, electricity flowed through him, arching between his teeth fillings. When it subsided there she was, still carrying a seductive smile.

Her hands were small and delicate ash she began. Making an incision behind his ear that slowly and deliberately circled his face. When she was finished, Dalila began to lightly tug at the edges, His roars of pain going unheard or unheeded. Blood and tears streamed from his face, staining the tables surface. Gently placing his face onto a mock skull, Dalila's smile became much more sinister. In his pain and disbeleif his eye's drifted to gaze upon his daughters face, her eye's wide with horror, began to scream.



He sat up in bed, teeth clenched so hard blood and saliva oozed from his gaping grimace. His fist lanced out smashing into the wall, a resounding echo filled the room and beyond. Blood trickled down the wall as he had yet to move, the pain slowly bringing him back to the reality of his world and the sadness it contained. His name is Roland Volker, and he will have his revenge.

[Azailia]

The screaming and the stench was overwhelming. All around her there was panic, chaos, death, destruction. Her eyes had been trained on the remaining blackened frame of her family home since she had arrived in her neighborhood. In her minds eye she could see the welcoming romanian manor that had served as a safe place to many, the women and children who had escaped bad homes and bad situations. Her mother never turned away a stray. Everyone who lived in the Valentine Manor became family. Among those in the house had been her sister, her brother in law and her niece. Were they safe? Had they escaped before it was too late?

No. Deep in her heart she knew they could not possibly have escaped the removal of Romania from the face of the earth. The only people who moved now were those who were injured, lost and screaming for help, screaming for their loved ones, screaming for answers.

No laughter, no happiness, just emptiness, sadness, anger.

Ava stepped hesitantly across the ash, the fallen remains of her life and headed to what would have been the rear of the property, to the huge oak tree that had housed a giant play area, an envious treehouse for the children. The tree had been uprooted, the treehouse was nothing but scattered lumber across the yard. A few more steps had her walking over a picture, which crinkled under her foot and drew her attention. She bent to pick it up, recognizing it as the picture she had pinned up in the treehouse for her niece, Adrianna. The bottom left corner of the picture was burnt away, but the important parts were still there. Herself, laughing as Adrianna tried to make her four year old hands braid her hair. Her sister and brother in law were behind them, watching, smiling. Her mother was at the picnic table, setting up lunch while the rescued children and families chased each other around the big tree.

It had been a good day, having passed not too recently ago.

She tucked the picture into the inside of her jacket and kept moving, picking along the rubble until she saw the thing that made her heart drop, her throat tighten and her eyes rim with wetness. It only took a moment to shift the wood and debris from Adrianna's lifeless body. Ava dropped to her knees, pulling her niece into her lap, holding her closely with one arm. She looked like a porcelain doll, so pale, so still. Ava ran her hand gently over the blood matted blonde tresses she had loved so much, her tears leaving a trail on her dirty cheeks as her mind began to process and then, in turn, shut down.

Ava didnt move until the next day, when a limping man tapped her on the shoulder, checking to see if she was dead or alive, trying to do a count.

"Miss?"

That voice echoed in her head, the bringer of reality trying to wake her from her questionable coma.

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"Miss?"

Ava's eyes snapped open, her senses suddenly keen and aware again. Her skin tingled from where the flight attendant had been touching her hand, trying to wake her and she yanked it back with a frown. She shifted her grey orbs to the window, seeing nothing but a still runway and when she looked back, she realized she was the only one on the plane who had yet to deboard.

"Oh. I'm so sorry, really. I'm going."

The sound of Ava's musical yet accent laden voice startled the flight attendant. Such a voice didnt belong to someone who looked so sad. Ava plastered a fake apologetic smile on her face and got up, grabbing her only bag from the overhead storage compartment before heading for the door and regrettably, out into the airport.

Immediately the noise made Ava bite down on her lip, her free hand clenching into a fist as she endured the security checks and the winding corridors, anxious to be free in the world outside the New York airport.

[Lazarus]

It was fairly cold out tonight, and Clary was only wearing a thin, flowy, longsleeved v-neck and blue jeans. The wind picked up and blew the hair into her face for the n-th time that night. The line to the club was long and didn't seem to be moving at all, but she could see they were only about 10 people away from the entrance. A few people in behind them, there was a boy whom Clary couldn't take her eyes off of. He dressed so plain, but the way he held himself there was an air about him that made it obvious he was anything but. "Clary.. Clary. Earth to Clary!" Simon waved a hand in front of Clary's face trying to get her attention.

"Oh, sorry Simon, I was..."

"Lost in thought?" Said Simon, "Yeah. I know. You're always lost in thought lately. It's like you're off in your own little world all day."

"Sorry, I just haven't been sleeping too well the last few nights. But let's forget all that, we're here to have fun right? I hope you brought you dancing shoes!" Just then the line started moving again and Simon let out a low moan making Clary smirk a little.

She knew that Simon didn't like dancing very much, but going to Pandemonium was their weekly ritual. Every Friday after school, they would go out for dinner and then go to Pandemonium to work out the stress of the week preceding.

Once inside it took a moment for Clary's eyes to adjust. It was very dark inside and there was a thick fog inside tonight. Beams of light, a myriad of colors, swirled and twisted in the darkness lighting the dance floor that bounced and throbbed with over 100 bodies moving to the music. Outside the dance floor there were several tables set up at which a few people had gathered and left their coats and purses and a few pairs of shoes while on the dance floor. Clary, not hearing any protests Simon may have offered, imediately dragged him out onto the dance floor. It had been about 5 or 10 minutes and Clary was getting very into the new beat that was coming out of the speakers. Simon was doing his usual head bob combined with him shifting his weight from foot to foot. As she twisted and bounced she turned her head toward the door to see the guy she'd noticed before. He was beautiful in the fog, the light from the street giving him an almost angelic glow, the wind from outside blowing his hair around his face. He walked like he had a mission, like he was there for a purpose greater than just fun.

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It had been nearly a month since they'd had a meeting. The last time they met they had talked about their previous attempts to thwart chronos and how they could improve upon these attempts. There had been no real conclusion but it was decided that they might be getting a bit too zealous in how often they were attacking. They were getting dangerously close to being discovered, and needed to slow their attacks. One month later, the Lightwoods, his adoptive parents, had recieved a message from the leader of the resistance in New York City. The time had come for their next meeting. The usual place and the usual time. Of course, by the Lightwoods precaution they never all came at the same time. There were five of them all together and they didn't want to look too suspicious all showing up at the same time. Jace was the last of the group to arrive. As he walked in there was a hard wind that blew in from outside blowing his hair into his face. He looked around a smirk across his face. He loved this place. There were always so many hot and horny teens, and they were so easy to read. Just looking around the room he noticed at least seven girls who were staring at him. Only three of them even tried to hide the fact that they were checking him out. It's too bad I have a meeting tonight, or I might have some fun!

Jace walked forward locking eyes with a very cute blonde before he broke his stare and continued forward. He walked immediately over to the maintenance closet and looked around to make sure no one was still watching him. Satisfied he was no longer being watched he quickly slipped inside.

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She watched as he strolled across the room locking eyes with a few of the other girls who had noticed him. She thought to herself how she probably would never stand a chance with him, he was just so perfect, and she just... wasn't. For a moment she lost him in the crowd and thought she might not be able to find him again. But suddenly her attention was drawn to the storage closet. She glanced over and just caught him slipping into the closet. No one was following him and her curiosity took over. She was about to tell Simon that she needed to use the restroom when she finally caught that he was trying to tell her something. "... so I've been sleeping with your mom for about a year now! I figured it was time you knew!"

"Simon, that's not funny!" She slapped Simons arm as he laughed. "I'll be right back, I need to pee." She turned and started to walk toward the bathrooms, but quickly turned and sneaked over to the closet. She opened the door and quickly slipped inside, following the motions of the boy. She closed the door behind her quickly and quietly. As soon as she heard the door click shut she turned to face the closet itself and felt someone slam into her. She was pushed, hard, up against the door.

"Why are you following me?!"

[Sith Guyver]

Chronos Database:

File number: 1138421

Test Sequence 6

Related files: Roland Volker (Restricted), Gravitational distortion chamber, Hyper Zoanoid Team 5 (Restricted)


Test results are as follows.

02:55 am, Guyver unit host placed into gravitational distortion chamber, subject had been placed into drug induced coma to prevent bio boost during transfer to GD Chamber.

03:15 am, Intravenous solution to neutralize drugs applied, Gravitational distortion field activated, subject revived at 03:55 am.

03:56 am, Subject struggled against restraints, was injected with muscle relaxant solution to render docile. Male subjects head was shaved, and burr holes drilled into skull.

04:24 am, Subjects brain was systematically incapacitated (portions were removed, others seared), brain stem was left unaffected so that subject survivability was not in question.

04:25 am, Dr. Dalila Sangria clinically verifies test subject is effectively brain dead, higher brain functions no longer detected.

04:30am, Subject is raised to a vertical position. All researchers and other staff moved into viewing area. Gravitational distortion field deactivated, Guyver unit emerged from hyperspace field and engulfed test subject.

05:30 am, Subject's cm begins to glow and pulse, minor variations in armor have grown. One small silver orb has appeared on the inside of each of test subjects wrist, one red orb has appear on the backside of each palm.

05:33 am, Primary light fixtures, emergency light fixtures, audio recording equipment, visual recording equipment and various other sensors destroyed by test subject via use of newly created sonic and laser weaponry.



Warning: Further documentation requires Zoalord clearance.

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Authorization code accepted,

Dr. Hamilcar Valcus verified.

(Further documentation can only be verified by witnesses present. Compiled data is from the main testimony will be provided by Dr. Dalila Sangria.)

(Video File Available)

“The only light systems still operating were the red emergency lights inside the bunker observation room inside the GDC. The glow barely extended a few feet into the cavernous room. The Test subjects armor was solid black, providing it with maximum stealth.

Hyper Zoanoid Team 5 was on standby outside the chambers blast door. The door was hefted by the combined might of Darzerb and Zx-tole manually. The light from the hall extended a few meters into the blackness. The unit advanced into the room covering one another, as maniacal laughter began to echo and bounce through out the room.

At one point it sounded as if the voice itself was amongst them. This was their first mistake, turning their backs to the darkness, Gasters head was lopped off and his body disemboweled. The binary liquid mixing, and ignited in the air so violently it took the other zoanoids off their feet. The dissolving gore, of Gasters body splattered against the transparent alumina view screen.

Getting to their feet once more, the team was met with high pitch screaming as Elegans body was torn to shreds by the Guyvers bare hands. With trace remains of Gasters binary liquid on it's palms, using it to concave Elegans chest cavity, killing him. Thancruz leapt forward, vibrational blades humming. The Guyver blasted Thancrus in the eye with it's forehead laser orb, flipping over the howling zoanoid, landing behind Thancrus, cutting him from shoulder to waist. The body dissolving before it even hit the ground.

As Zx-tole fired it's bio blasters, The Guyver leapt instinctively, silently disappeared back into the darkness. Zx-tole in his anger and frustration blasted into the darkness wildly. One beam searing the surface of the transparent alumina screen. Darzerb reared back and discharged it's napalm to light the GDC. The flames blasted past the Guyver unit, catching Darzerb in a moment of surprise. The Guyver ran and grasped either side of Darzerbs skull, the Guyvers 4 sonic orbs screamed, liquifying the massive zoaforms brain. As blood oozed from the dissolving hulks orifices, the Guyver and Zx-tole began to circle one another.

Zx-tole's rage was palpable, shaking from the anger that was penetrating his very being. Zx-tole opened his abdomen and unleashed a furious torrent of energy at the Rogue test subject. The Guyver merely took a step back and charged it's gravity cannon, using the building energy to shield itself from the harmful rays. The Guyver expelled its attack, catching Zx-tole in it's mid section, blowing the zoanoid against the Alumina glass on the far side of the GDC. Zx-toles body writhed and twitched as it began to dissolve, howling in pain.

The Guyvers eye's were Transfixed, Glaring into the bunker, an unequivocal anger and sadness portrayed in it's gaze. Ripping it's chest plate open, the Mega-smasher began to charge. Everyone inside the bunker stared in horror at the display of bio power. The Guyver sprung into the air, blasting directly through the floor of the GDC, hundreds of meters deeper into the complex.”

(Video File Completed)


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Chronos Database Entry Concluded

End of Line.



Dr. Valcus remembered that day vividly, the entirety of the Arizona base was thrown into chaos. The Blast from the Mega-smasher shot down over 250 meters, with the rogue unit traveling down to the base of the facility. When the zoalords present arrived to investigate the disturbance at the fossil relic, the Guyver was enveloped by a blast field similar to the organism coming out of it's dormant hyperspace state, completely disappearing in a flash.

Subsequent investigations were unable to determine the cause, and whatever data was used by the Guyver to perform that feat was deleted by the unit in it's defense mode self preservation state. However in the years since, no one had seen any trace of the rogue unit. Considering the units host's mental state, he expected the hosts thirst for vengeance would have brought him out sooner. But, he would not.... Could not accept that he was dead. That assumption, would no doubt lead to the deaths of many.

[Azailia]

A light thud resonated up from the cement sidewalk with each cautious step Ava took. Night had fallen and a chilly breeze was blowing through the city. The wind caught strands of her red hair and whipped them across her face, causing her to reach up and tuck her tresses back behind her ear every so often. Her grey eyes drifted across the street as she walked, subconsciously making notes of what was going on, from the burnt out lamp posts she occasionally walked past to the sounds in the alleys from cats rooting through tin garbage cans.

In her left hand was a slightly crumpled piece of paper. In dark, fluid script there were two things written. The first was an address, the second was a single name. In her right hand she gripped the strap of the bag that was slung over her shoulder, containing the very few belongings she had. Her facial expression was stoic, cold and drawn tight, her body rigid, mind focused on the simple task she had come to New York with.

Find the resistance.

For five years, Ava had been running, hiding, moving in the shadows and keeping a profile so low no-one even batted an eyelash at her when she passed. That was how it needed to be. It's all she had known since the day she escaped. It had been sudden, abrupt and so unplanned, but when the startling opportunity arose in the form of a chaotic Guyver, Ava had done the only thing she could. She hoped one day it would be different.

But for now, it all came down to this.

Ava lifted her gaze to the front door of the house she had stopped in front of. The residence was ordinary looking, nothing unsettling or out of place about it. It blended in, but then again, that was the point. She glanced down again at the paper, then shoved it into the pocket of her jacket before heading up the steps. An unconcerned sigh escaped her red lips as she knocked three times.

A few moments later, she heard footsteps on the other side of the door before it was opened slowly. Ava couldn't resist perking an eyebrow at the flamboyantly dressed man who stood before her. His eyes wandered over her quickly, a frown tugging at the corner of his mouth. Ava grasped her jacket and pulled it open, showing only the attire underneath.

"I am not armed."

"What do you want?"

"I am here to see Magnus Bane."

[Sith Guyver]

Both men traveled down the darkened chasmal path. This base had been Shyfts world since his birth. His world and his duty, given the knowledge needed to keep the base functional while the disaster played out. Yet that was millennia ago. His gods and masters, his creators, had died .........

“There are more things in the heavens and upon the earth, Roland, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.” The red haired man said side glancing at Roland.

“There is more real pleasure to be gotten out of a malicious act, where your heart is in it, than out of thirty acts of a nobler sort, My dear Shyft.” a wry grin washed over Rolands face.

The door opened and Roland stepped through, Shyft stopping watching the human he'd come to call friend enter without him. “Therein lies the defect of revenge: it's all in the anticipation; the thing itself is a pain, not a pleasure; at least the pain is the biggest end of it.” Shyft turned and walked back whence he came, his mind drifting back across his life.





He dropped the repair devices at the sound of the alarm. His form dissolved into his puddle form and he raced though nooks and crannies. His form slipped between cracks that his creators couldn’t even slip their fingers, and flowed around and over objects. He raced this way until he reached the corridor, then slipped into his humanoid form and speed forward as quick as he could.

What are they thinking. A system wide take off. He knew of nothing that could have frightened them so. Not that it mattered. If he had a heart it would be pounding. He could already feel the vibrations of one of the ships lifting. The virus was not dead yet, and even if it got off the planet uninfected it was doomed.

One of his creators’ devices would be ruined for nothing. His body slammed into a door that wasn’t fully open and flowed though leaving a few chunks of his mass behind. He couldn’t be bothered to try and reintegrate it before it died, he could regrow it later. The ships would take much longer to fix, and even longer to replace. Infact he was unsure if he could replace them. If the great ones were leaving the system then that meant they were unlikely to return to the fourth planet anytime soon. And without outside support the lone base would not be able to run everything at optimal power. But that was for later. For now he speed as quick as possible to try and salvage what he could of the great ones’ ships.

He finally made it into the ship dock as a second one of the great ones’ ships launched into the air. He jumped over a rail and landed at a panel. His fingers flew across the data pad, entering the codes as quick as possible. As he was trying to salvage any of them a third took off, and the sky blazed bright enough for him to tell down within the dock.

And one ship destroyed. he hurried with the code and felt a sharp spike of elation at locking at least one ship. He raced to the last ship and started on the data pad even though he knew he couldn’t fully stop the ship. As his fingers speed over the data pad another blinding flash covered the sky as the second ship to take off was destroyed. What could frighten them enough to run abandoning the system when even the virus was only contained.

Alarms blared on the data pad. He ignored them and continued the lock-down sequence. He felt the vibrations of the drive and ignored those too. He worked frantically praying to his dead masters. But the ship started to lift off, but only started. With alarms blaring and loud sounds of tearing bio-material and metals he was thrown back into a wall. This was all that saved him from following the ship and the platform with the data pad into the wall, and partially though it.

Another flash light the sky as the third launched ship was hit, but this was a much smaller flash. It must not have been destroyed, not that that would save it. And with a flesh host the virus would last just that much longer. He looked at the hole and noticed magma slowly leaking though it. The partially launched ship was dislodged as the flow picked up and fell down the giant shaft at the bottom of the dock meant to drain rain that entered when the gate was open. He watched as if was covered in magma. That will take a long time to excavate, and the impact may have penetrated the ship. I’ll have to break the rock apart that forms instead, that’s if it survived. I hope to the masters that the control units were undamaged

With the ships either launched or prevented he was able to override the dock hatch and seal it off. He should have done this already but there was no need. The access shaft allowing the ship into the air ran beside the main magma chamber. The fires of the mountain and the deep nature keep the virus from reaching the base or dock. He had seen no need. And because of that oversight he had lost three, maybe four, of the five ships that were docked here. But it was sealed now.

And with that he returned to the base repairs he was previously conducting. At least that he could keep up.



On December 12 2007 of the human calendar, He was relaxing in what he had aptly titled “The Garden” when alerts went off. “A hyperspace translation? ONTO the planet?!” dropping the portable data pad beside the Jalika tree he was reclining against,flowed out of the garden and into the base proper. Within minutes he arrived at the instant of the final transition of the signal to real space.

It wore the armor suit of the old ones. While he had long ago in his solitude came to accept that they were not gods to be worshiped but in fact fallible beings. Yet a core function of his programming was hard to ignore. This being had to be a subject of the Advent. Had they returned..... but if so why only send one subject, and why were the defenses still in place?

Before he could ponder more the armor disengaged revealing the body of a strange creature. Much like the ulklin but with less hair, no tail, and a more upright form. Could this creature be one of the human creatures he read in the logs that the advent on the third planet were developing?

His query would wait for now. The armor had detached despite the bonded being unconscious. He would have to get this creature to the lab and make sure it survived.

[Lazarus]

"Why are you following me?! Are you an agent with Chronos? Who are you!?!" Jace unleashed a flurry of questions. He had a knife at his side at the ready incase they started to transform. But to Jace's suprise the girl didn't transform. She screamed in startlement and was shaking.

"I'm sorry, I was just curious! I'm a student at St. James' High! I'm nobody, please, let me go!"

Jace suddenly had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Did anyone see you follow me?"

"What, I don't think.. Simon maybe?" Jace pushed her aside and opened the closet door a sliver. He peered through the crack in the door and noticed immediately a hulking man stalking his way around the room. He was scanning the room for someone specific, and Jace could only imagine it was him.

"Shit!" Jace quickly shut the door. "We don't have time for this, they're here! Listen, if you're seen with me they'll take you and torture you. You have two options. Stay here and wait for them to catch you, or come with me. It's your choice, but I'm leaving. Now!" With that Jace didn't even pause to let her think, he immediately turned and pulled one of the shelving units away from the wall and pushed open a door that was hidden behind it. He hesitated for a moment and looked back to her. "Are you coming or not?"

She stood frozen for a moment, confused about what was happening. She suddenly had a realization that her life was in danger. Not having the energy to come up with a verbal response she simply moved forward and pushed past him so he could put the shelving unit back in it's normal position. The door was shut and it was pitch black. Instantly, as if her thought had conjured the light, she was able to see. Then she saw that the boy had his hand on a light switch.



"Where are we going?" It was the first thing either of them had said since they had entered this underground tunnel. They must have been walking for 5 minutes or more. "That's a complicated question to answer. I'm not even sure I should be bringing you, but I didn't have any other choice now did I. You silly girl. Why did you follow me?"

"I... I don't know. I was... drawn to you for some reason. I couldn't take my eyes off of you."

Jace laughed at this. "You and every other girl in there. Yet, you're the only one who followed me. Other than that chronos agent..."

"A chronos agent!! Are you in trouble with the law?! What did you do!?! Who are you??"

"Calm down. We're almost there, once we're tehre I'll explain everything, just until then please calm down." He moved up very close to her pinning her against a wall as she backed away. He took his hand and brushed the backside of it against her cheek. "For me? Please?"

She just about melted at his touch. There was no way this boy could be in trouble with the law. He was soooo... perfect! It was painfully obvious to Jace that she had fallen pray to his seduction. He cocked a smile and flicked his hand away from her face and stalked off, stopping and turning back as if to say, "follow." And follow she did. She couldn't help it. He had a certain aura about him that just drew her to him. Even watching him walk away that five feet was mildly painful. She quickly bounced up to where he was waiting and started walking beside him. Every few yards there was a pair of light switches that Jace would use to turn off the previous light and turn on the light ahead.

It was only a few more minutes of walking in pure silence before there was a small set of stairs which led to another door. "Here we are," Jace said.

"Where exactly is here?"

"It's here, that's all you need to know right now."

Jace walked up and knocked a few times in an odd pattern that Clary probably couldn't mimic if she tried. Almost instantly a girl opened the door. She was wearing massive heals and an elegant black, asymetrical black dress that hung from her right shoulder. A beautiful diamond encrusted pendant hung near to her cleavage which was dangerously close to popping out of the dress. Her black hair flowed down in seductive layers that flowed out at the ends. "Jace, what took so long?" She stopped and looked behind him and saw Clary. "Who's that? Another groupie?" She smiled as she said her cruel joke that stabbed Clary like a knife of ice.

"It's alright Isabelle, she's just a girl who got caught up in my being followed. It was either bring her here or let her be caught and tortured. I wasn't about to let that happen again. Now, can we come in? I should talk to Bane about... What is your name anyway?" She didn't even realized, she'd just walked with this boy for this long and followed him like a lost puppy and didn't even know his name either. "I'm Clary. What's yours?"

"Jace. Come on. I need to introduce you to Bane."

"Um... Okay."

Jace led her into the house. It looked normal enough. There were a few ppl gathered in another room, but Jace led her away from them. Towards what looked to be the front of the house.

Jace looked up as he led her toward the mud room and realized that Magnus was in there himself. "Ah perfect, Bane I was just looking for you."

Bane turned quickly, his eyes wide and furious. It was then that Jace saw the front door was open and there was a woman standing in the doorway.

[Azailia]

The silence in the room was stifling at best. For the past quarter of an hour, the five occupants of the room had been motionless and the most movement Ava had seen of anybody's lips was Isabelle's motion of throwing a pursed-lip-full-out-scowl towards the sofa against the wall.

Ava and Clary sat on opposite ends of the sofa, their body postures reflecting multiple things. From the corner of her eye, Ava watched as the tiny red haired girl stared straight at the blonde haired boy across the room. The look on her face gave Ava the most strange and random urge to reach out and touch her, just to fulfill her curiosity of how she could look so calm and happy when the three faces looking their way screamed profanities.

The one they called Bane had very, very reluctantly let her inside and after he had cast a look at the puppy Jace had brought home, had ushered them into a sitting area without another word. His cat slitted eyes reflected how furious he was at the events unfolding within his very household and when he had cast those eyes upon Isabelle and Jace, they had zipped their mouths and followed.

Now, Ava was watching the oblivious red haired girl as she picked at the hem of her shirt, her eyes barely wavering from Jace. Ava was unaware that in that moment, the thing that plagued the girl was why she couldn't wrap her mind around the compelling reason she had barged into that room.

Ava's eyes moved back to the other side of the room, examining the faces that occasionally moved between herself and Clary. Ava was sitting at an angle, her right leg crossed over the left. Her left elbow was resting against the armrest, her cheek propped against her palm. Her right arm was crossed across her stomach, her facial expression one of cold boredom. Out of habit, she drummed her finger nails against her side, eyes landing on Bane. He looked troubled, or agitated, or both. Ava wasn't sure, and she was hesitant to take a stroll through his head to confirm. Clearly someone who could get away with such a hairstyle and his clothing choices might be a force to reckon with. Besides, she was only here for a simple reason and that reason didn't include initiating battle.

Heaving a sigh, Ava unfolded herself from the couch and took the few seconds to cross the room, her jacket fluttering around her heels as she stuck her hand back into her pocket. Jace hissed, leaping to his feet, ready to dart in front of Bane before Ava shot him a dark look.

"Relax, little boy."

He stopped mid stride, the surprise registering on his face as he absorbed her accent. Why did everyone react that way, she pondered quickly, before taking note of the sudden change of his face, his eyes narrowing into the most intimidating look he could muster. A smirk curled the corner of Ava's lips in response.

"Hey! Watch it, lady!"

Ava's gaze flickered briefly to Isabelle, who had also risen, her scowl deepening, then she looked back to Bane. He was glaring at her, like she had invaded some kind of sacred personal space. Her fingers wrapped around the crumpled paper before she withdrew it from her pocket and held it out for him. Bane debated for a moment not taking the paper, then reached out and took it anyway. His eyes scanned over the handwriting and she watched his eyes widen again, though this time it was not rage but disbelief.

"He sent you?!"

Ava nodded, sending her red bangs swaying across her face. She swept them back, her posture relaxing just a tad as she rested her hands on her hips.

"I see.. well that does change things indeed. So you're here for..."

"Answers. My actions beyond that will depend on what you have to say."

Bane rubbed a hand over his face before he looked to Jace, then to Clary.

"The answers to your questions will require devotion of my time, so I should take care of other matters first."

Bane looked back at the blonde haired boy, demanding an explanation for Clary's presence.

[Sith Guyver]

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File prepared...............

File Name: Observations of Chronos control structure, and Theocracy.

File Author: (Restricted)

Observation Report:
In the time following the desolation, it has been noted that interspersed between the destruction, monster attacks had been reported. Chronos had taken it upon themselves to “Fight” the demons as they shown themselves. These monsters were horrific in stature and appearance, normally appearing at the edge of human settlements. It wasn't until several years later that it was discovered the majority of these were actually human being who had once been incarcerated for crimes. With this “new” found information Chronos, whom the public was already viewing with reverence, began to dictate law based on it's up and coming theology.

With this, the Zoalords became the messengers of God himself. Humans world wide Flocked to be saved and protected.

Having said this, I believe Dr. Hamilcar Valcus is a genius.


No other man has displayed such ruthless cunning, playing to peoples fears so perfectly. Humanity flocking like sheep, giving up freedom for protection. Using chronos's vast reach he transformed millions into the frightful beasts used to corral the human sheep to do exactly what was needed of them. To willingly accept their enslavement.

My estimations put the number of “converted” at close to 60% of the surviving humans left on the Earth, putting that figure at around 3 billion people. Most of those are not verified combat zoaforms, though they have been processed. The genetic tampering observed involves a retroviral designed to rewrite a normal humans genome to specifically provide unequivocal loyalty to the new theocracy. Even children born to these “converted” start their lives out with the genetic predisposition to ally themselves with their en-slavers.

However, it has been observed that this is not completely full proof. Genetic modification, while effective, is still not a guaranteed way to keep a populace under rule. Thus with the addition of the psycho-wave control system used in every Chronos structure that has built in, allows for any Zoalord of the twelve to observe and issues orders world wide if necessary. With the addition of the theocracy surrounding the “Messengers of God” obedience is ensured by 99% of the world populous.


The use of Aokigahara Forest at the base of Mt. Fuji Japan possibly shows the more ingenious nature of the organization. Over the years, untold numbers of suicidal Japanese citizens have ventured into the forest. While bodies have been found, their genetic markers, dental records, and finger prints matching the missing and presumed deceased. The bodies found suffer from accelerated decomposition, while attributed to exposure and weather, are actually caused due clone cell degeneration. And, it has been verified that these “dead” humans have been used for Chronos zoaform experimentation.

Stories after the desolation of people seeing dead relatives, and experiencing ghostly or horrific phenomena can be attributed to these highly experimental zoafications.

In conclusion, actions taken against The Chronos Theocracy will require a passive aggressive approach as seen used by such men as Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi and Dr. Martin Luther King. Protests must be massive and unequivocally visible. Assassinations will no doubt be attempted, via the “demons” thus vigilance must be maintained, and safe houses must be on a need to know basis. Weapons for self defense are not recommended, but will not be denied and will be provided.

File complete.................

[Ghrecki]

His mind returned to the present, and it was a lot less pleasant. Damnit. Just cause I can actually fit though here why am I the one who has to do it. The water slipped around his ‘body’ with barely any room to spare in the pipe. Cause we’re the only one who can survive doing this silly. No one else works all goopy. it took him another ten feet of pipe to realize he had just talked with himself again. well at least it wasn’t aloud this time. Freaks the humans right out when I do that. Though I’d like to see one of them spend a few thousand years alone without some mental breakdown. Some great achievement of the advent they are. They cant even survive without…… and I’m doing it again.

For the next ten minutes he concentrated on finding the right path to travel in the pipes. With a barely audible bubbling sound part of his body finally broke the surface of the water. Hehehe. And they though the demons were bad. his body lifted up pushing the lid out of the way and moved forward forming his human form. Turning around he lowered the lid of the toilet and then walked out of the stall and over to the sink and washed his hands. I must remember to spend an hour sanitizing myself when I get back to the lab. Checking under the door of each stall he made sure he was alone in the restroom. He was tempted to use the ventilation but it would be trapped. Chronos had it’s own tiny scouts, of course it would prevent the resistance access via similar methods. But he didn’t have to use the same methods as them. Slipping back into his ooze state he slid a tiny portion of himself to the edge of the door and checked to see what the hall outside looked like. Clear good

Shifting back to human he walked over and knelt beside a wall socket across from the sinks near the door. With a barely heard ‘shink’ his left hand shifted into a blade. He slid his hand/blade down and pushed it’s edge behind the socket covering. It came forward but dint fall out, good. They’ll just think the screws weren’t fully tightened last time, if they even notice. Wont hold up too long, but for it’s purpose it will serve it’s purpose. It was hard finding a way to get the maintenance personal t not fully screw in the screws, but it was eventually done. He saw no harm in only partially unscrewing some wall sockets in the interior of the base. There was no way the resistance could make use of it, and it meant he won the dare and earn quite a few bucks…. Only what he didn’t know was that it was a BIG help to the resistance, at least via Shyft.

His body once again melted into it’s ooze state and pulled slightly on the wiring snapping the wall socket back into place. Anyone passing by in the meantime wouldn’t notice anything odd about the socket, at least not unless there was a maintenance worker scheduled for today, and thanks to his spying on them at their homes he knew today was safe for the plan. His form flowed over and around wires and support beams. It took him a few minutes to slide and wiggle his way to the room he wanted. His mass started to lean on the socket to push it out when he stopped and slid backward on the wire holding it shut. “I don’t know. Some of these new models kinda freak me out.” people, the room was occupied. Looks like the damn scientists are more efficient than the maintenance thought they were.

“Are you questioning the will of Chronos?”

Trouble?

“No sir. It’s just I get a bit queasy looking at some of these new things we’re cooking up to send out against the resistance. That and that these ‘demons’ are actually our own people”
The other voice laughed harshly. “OUR people. HA! These guys are the scum of the earth. Murderers rapist and other trash. At least we’re making use of them, unlike the governments did before Chronos came and shed light on this dark world.”

Great, a freaking fanatic. If only he knew that his precious saviors were actually madmen using the scraps of a failed project started by aliens that his own leaders once thought of as Gods. Ah the Blissful joys of ignorance. Wallow well my zealot, wallow well.

He waited for an hour before they finally finished and left the room. He waited another five minutes before daring to venture into the room. This wouldn’t be so easy in a more important building, or a more open one. But this is one of your little hidden facilities. Cant let your sheep know that the Sheppard is really the wolf.

Taking care he opened up several of the computers and placed tiny devices into them before closing them back up. He then moved on to the processing tanks, making sure to keep something between his body and the cameras and all times. It was slow and, well not exactly nerve wracking work as he didn’t really have nerves in the way a human did. By the time he was done and returned to the gaps between the walls he would have been sweating hard enough for even a dead man to smell him if he was human. The devices were all well hidden, and completely inert. no point hiding a tap in so easy to notice an area, no those are e.m. deceives that will only start up once given a signal. Besides the tap’s right here still with me.

Half an hour later he had sloshed his way down a few floors and over to another room. He waited to make sure the room was empty before entering. This was the real target. Shifting back into human form he walked over to a computer and his fingers started flying over the keys. Finding the info he was after was hard, but he was built to repair and work on advent computers, the security of a back woods human built computer, even one of Chronos’s was not going to stop him. Inserting a data jack he started downloading the information.

Right as he slipped back into the wall with his pilfered files and pulled the socket shut the door opened and a Chronos scientist walked in. Damn that was close. it took him another half hour to work his way back to the bathroom. Need to think of another method to use. Wont be long till that Genius upstart Valcus figures out he needs to guard the area’s I’m using. I can just see it now. Swarms of tiny laser spiders in the walls and sonic worms in the pipes.

Slipping out of the socket he shifted his left arm back into a blade and tightened the screws. Back at the stall he entered by he stopped and stared at the bathroom graffiti. With a manic grin on his face he cared his own addition onto the stall wall and then stepped into the toilet and flushed, while shifting into his ooze form.

Two minutes later a Chronos scientist entered the stall and sat down. “Hmm, new number for a good time call ….. WHAT THE HELL! THAT’S MY NUMBER!”

Hours later back at his base Shyft handed Roland the data jack. “There you go. Now if you don’t mind I’m gonna take a shower. A very long Very Hot shower.”

[Lazarus]

"Jace, explain to me again why you brought this child to my home." Jace hadn't actually had the chance to explain at all yet, what with this other woman taking precidence since no one knew her.

"Well, there is a good reason for that. I was followed to Pandemonium. We can't..."

"What?! You were followed?? Did they find the path? How did they find out we're using Pandemonium??" It was Maryse who jumped up and was fretting now. Maryse was Jace's adoptive mother and treated him like one of her own, which was saying much considering she had three of her own. Isabelle was her middle child, Alec, the oldest, was missing tonight as he was watching the youngest, Max. Banes eyes turned soft as he looked over to Maryse.

"Maryse, we'll deal with that in due time, let him finish his explanation." He turned back to Jace.

"Right. I was followed into Pandemonium. Clary apparently was really into me and wanted to see what I was doing in the closet. If I had turned her away, the Chronos agent would have caught her. You know exactly what they would have done to her, and I wasn't about to let that happen again, not after the last time. I'm done having innocent's lives on my concious. I joined up to STOP the murder of innocents, not to cause it. So, she's here."

"Okay... I understand why you let her follow you out of the club, but why didn't you just take her somewhere else? There are other paths that lead to other places. What if she was an agent herself? You could have been putting my home at risk by bringing her here! Do you have an explanation?"

"I was running late. Didn't want to keep you waiting." Jace smirked as he said this.

Magnus threw his hands up into the air dramatically. "Fine! She may as well stay too. Hell, while we're at it why don't we start an add in the New York Times to recruit new members?!"

"I don't know, we might get some real crazies if we do that. Since the New York Times hasn't been printed in about eight years." Magnus glared at Jace again for his quick sarcastic reply. “Besides, you would already know if she was an agent. For one, we'd all already be either killed or running for our lives and two, you have your little mind thing you do. Obviously you can't find anything in her head that made you worried or we wouldn't even be having this conversation. You're just using it as an excuse to be over-dramatic.

“You caught me.” Magnus flashed a very toothy grin, something that was very creepy looking to Clary. His teeth apparently had been filed down to points. Between the teeth and his eyes, Clary wasn't sure he was even human at all. Add in a tail and some purple skin and he'd be your everyday demon that the old books talked about. “Speaking of that.. girl, where did you learn to put up such a strong mental block?”

“Umm.. what do you mean, mental block?” Clary was thoroughly confused. Did these people think they were jedi or something?

“Well, as you can see, I've played with my fair share of chronos tech, and with that, I managed to learn how to read peoples minds.. but yours... It's like there's a brick wall keeping me out.”

“Okay. Um.. I don't know. I've never believed in people reading minds before.” Clary was extremely skeptical of just about anything paranormal. She had never seen or experienced anything that would make her believe and without proof she had a hard time believing something.

Magnus waved his hand flippantly, “It's no matter, someone who's such a dull conversationalist probably doesn't have anything too juicy in their head anyway. That and you're starting to bore me.”

“Now, don't go throwing a fit just 'cuz you can't see all the boys she's seen. There will be plenty of other girls whom you can play voyeur with.” Magnus glared at Jace again. Then quickly turned to the other woman. “It's no matter, we have things we must discuss, come, we'll go to my office. The rest of you should start to talk about what we came here to discuss. Here I was hoping we could be out of here before the bars closed tonight. I could use a drink!”

[Azailia]

Ava had been standing idly in the corner of the room while the discussion about the other girl commenced. Apparently this intrusion in Magnus' house was a rare occurrence, so his dramatic reaction to the answer he got from the blonde boy, Jace, seemed rather fitting. Even so, the children didn't concern her and Ava would have been happy to tune them all out until the impending argument was over, however, Jace and Bane managed to spit out a few words that held onto her attention.

...you have your little mind thing you do... find anything in her head that made you worried... strong mental block... Chronos tech... read minds...

Suddenly, not paying attention had become rather difficult and without even realizing it, she had narrowed her eyes into a glare that she was shooting between the girl and Magnus. This was all coming together rather interestingly. This resistance group was different than the last she had encountered in almost every way.

When Magnus finally gave up and beckoned her towards his office, Ava made it a point to brush past Clary just enough to touch the back of her own hand to the girls. The imagery that flashed through her mind was enough to make Ava quickly pull back with a slight gasp and in the few seconds that followed, all she could do was stare at the tiny red head. Clary, unsure of what had happened, simply stared meekly back at her.

"Hm."

And with that, Ava turned to stalk after Magnus.

Once they were in his office and the door was closed, he slinked behind his desk and plopped down in the chair. Ava chose to lean against the closest wall, one knee bent slightly, arms folded across her chest. She leveled her gaze on the strange man, wondering if she should just outright ask him about his mind reading abilities. Had he tried reading her own mind? Did he know who she was really was? Or what she was? Or what she knew, for that matter?

"So?"

Bane's question made her tilt her head and she raised a brow questioningly.

"What is your primary goal, Magnus Bane?"

"What kind of question is that, woman? We're part of the resistance. What do you think our primary goal is?"

"Bringing down Chronos would be the most likely answer."

"Very good, a point for you."

"What are you?"

".... Are all of your inquisitions going to be random and off topic? I would think of myself as this resistance group's leader."

"An obvious point for you, then. He wouldn't explain to me about what exactly was going on with Chronos. You say you've played with their technology? What is their plan?"

"Haven't caught on yet, huh? Their plan has already been executed. They broke the earth, rendered everyone's lives asunder in secret, then descended to fix their mess, putting themselves in a heroic position to lead the people to peace. Only those who fell for it are paying the price. Those demons, running around, causing havok? Those used to be the ones who believed. Granted, right at this moment, we cannot be sure how. Anyways, how can you be snooping about in Resistance business without even knowing that much? Why would he have sent someone so useless to me?"

Ava pushed away from the wall and strode across the office, stopping only to lean down and press her palms to the top of the desk, looking into Bane's odd cat-like eyes.

"He didn't."

"What? He didn't what?"

"Didn't send someone useless to you."

"Then why are you asking basic questions?"

Ava leaned across the desk, effectively making Magnus sit back fully in his chair.

"You're missing what I'm saying. You can read minds, hm? Did you not try walking through mine before letting me in? Or do mental blocks really throw you off so easily?"

"What... what are you talking about?"

"He, whoever he really is, did not send me. I met another resistance group further inland and they pointed me to this city, saying the activity was high and I'd probably find some truth. When I was on the plane, a woman touched me and in her mind I saw a shadowed man who just reeked of importance. On his desk, he was writing a letter. This address and your name were on the envelope. Once I had seen it, I was able to copy his handwriting and you became my only lead, and wha-lah. Here I am. I'll also mention that you did miss something juicy in that little girl's head. I saw the same woman from the plane in her mind, which tells me she is somehow connected to what's going on."

Ava, finished giving most of her speech, leaned back and sank down into a chair, keeping her eyes on the man before her. Magnus, unsure how to react, stared back, his jaw slightly dropped.

"Who... who are you?"

"I'm not a threat. I don't work for Chronos, regardless of what they've done to me. I'm just trying to understand why, you see. Why my family is dead, why I'm alone, why that organization is such a monster, why they still exist after so many years, why people's eyes are closed to their evil... why is such a good question, ne?"

[BloodStorm]

((Just a small start.. but it gets me going atleast))

He's a war weary zombie barbarian on the run. She's a scantly clad gothic fairy princess with a flamethrower... alone they're formiddable.. togeather they're unstopable.. and coming this fall... They fight crime!
The baritone voice faded out to signal the end of the commercial with a whispered voice stating "thursdays at nine"

"H-uh.. sounds interesting for a change" Adrian muttered to himself, nurseing a soda at the local watering hole. He had been in this small town for a few days, a nice small town with no real landmarks or the like.. rather backwater and rustic.. but it was a comfortable place.. too bad he wasn't planning to stick around long.

The man slapped a few bills down on the counter to pay for his meal and hiked up his coat a little as he walked out the door, moving past a couple thickheaded looking drunkards staggering in, but payed them no mind as he steps aside for them to pass. Adrian walks up to his bike and grabs his helmet from his bike and hits the kickstand as he climbs on. "Time to get moving.. " He says to no one but himself as he pulls his helmet into place and guns the engine to ride off and out of town.

[Sith Guyver]

"I have been impressed with the urgency of doing.
Knowing is not enough; we must apply.
Being willing is not enough; we must do." Leonardo da Vinci

It was hot and humid. His back ached, head throbbed, and darkness surrounded him. Roland placed his hands over his face, pushing down on his eye's in the vain hope that his insides would stop pounding long enough for him to form a coherent thought, or even a memory of the night before.

“ROLAND!?!?!” The booming voice resounded throughout the halls of the base.

The voice felt almost knife like as the words stabbed deep into his ears. Gritting his teeth Roland stood, hobbling down the hall shirtless. The voice echoed through the base once again, causing him to become physically ill. Choking down his spittle, he lurched forward into the Bio-Organics Lab.

“Shyft, why on gods earth are you shouting? It's far to early for this shit.”

Shyft looked absolutely incensed, “What,” he said voice trailing off, “are these Abominations!?”

Roland looked to where the liquid metal construct was pointing. Seeing naught but an owl, a cat, and a penguin. Flickers of the previous evening fluttered through his head.

“oh......um.....” he tried to form a coherent sentence, “Those are Archimedes, Anarquista, and Theodore. Their to keep us company.”

“Company......?” Shyft looked absolutely bewildered, “You create stuffed animals to keep us company!?”

“A d-d-d-d-d, wha, stuffed!? I beg your pardon!?” Coughed the owl.

Shyft turned back toward the trio, in abject horror. “oh... yeah, forgot to mention.” Roland said queasily, “they can talk.”

“.... And Certainly a great deal better than either of you do!” Archimedes said haughtily.

“oh Come now Archimedes, Cut Shyft some slack, he's only a boy” Roland said with Shyft cutting a glance that would have killed lesser man.

“Boy? Boy? I see no boy.” Archimedes said turning away from the Humanoids.

[ChrisOfTheDead]

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[Azailia]

Sometimes the only way to become a hero is to be an outlaw

Ava stood outside Bane's home, one hand on her hip, the other holding onto her bag as she looked up and down the street, trying to determine which way she should go and what to do now. Bane's reaction to her questioning had been as she expected and she had willingly slipped out of the house with her tongue between her teeth.

He had given her a location to another safe house and politely asked her to leave, but Ava wasn't entirely sure if she should retreat back inland to the last place she had felt safe, or continue forging ahead. Her progress had been minimal at best, a thought that plagued her for several agonizing moments until she mentally concluded that if nothing else, the safe house would be able to give her a drink and a place to sleep until she decided on what to do.

It didn't take too long for her to get to the new destination and Ava couldn't deny the relief she felt when she slipped inside. The atmosphere was less judgemental than she had predicted, enough so that she felt comfortable peeling off her jacket as she wandered around. To her immense surprise, she found that the safe house had something not simply unexpected, but very over the top. A bar, stocked beyond anything she had ever seen, drew her attention immediately and it was hard not to let her jaw drop as she took a seat, exchanging a wary glance with the bartender.

“What can I get for you?”

“...I'd be impressed if you had palinka.”

“Shot or glass?”

Both of Ava's eyebrows shot up in surprise and she leaned forward, crossing her arms on the bartop.

“Both?”

The bartender set a fluted glass and a shot glass down in front of her, then stalked away for a moment to retrieve the romanian alcoholic beverage. When he returned, he spun the bottle over his fingers in a classy bartender like fashion, then filled her glasses with a brief smile.

[ChrisOfTheDead]

REMOVED PERMANENTLY

[Sith Guyver]

"The only hope you have is to accept the fact that you're already dead. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you'll be able to function as a soldier is supposed to function: without mercy, without compassion, without remorse."


He pushed the safe house door open with his left hand, blood dripping to the concrete with the rain. The cold and numbness radiated through his body. Lungs rasping for the next breath. Stepping inside, he limped to the bar. The woman at the opposite end eye'd him cautiously,

“Your Usual sir?” asked the bar keep.

“Yes Charles, and a glass of milk.”

Charles looked at him quizzically, “A glass of milk?”

Roland looked at him in mild annoyance, and promptly spit a molar onto the bar, “Yes, Charles, a glass of milk.”

Roland sat down on the bar stool, He could feel the woman watching him. Charles laid two glasses and one tumbler in front of him. He placed the tooth in the milk, lifted the tumbler, dropped it inside the other talk glass filled with a dark liquid and drained both simultaneously. The alcohol burned the lacerations and the void left by the missing tooth.

He looked into the mirror across from him behind the bar. The cut on his right cheek was still bleeding, same with his nose and cut across his chin. He allowed himself a smirk, bearin his teeth, stained red. Setting the glasses back down, he tapped the bar, asking for another round of the same.

Ava looked at the wet, dark clothed, man with interest. The emotions he radiated were palpable, Pain, hate, bloodlust, …...... and regret. The man was dangerous...... that went without saying, but something was strange.

“Can I help you darlin?”she was startled by the question, “because I know I'm not purdy enough to gawk at.”

She cleared her throat, “Just wondering what brings a ruffian like you into such a nice place is all.”

Roland smirked and barked a laugh, “I'm sorry for disturbin you princess...”

[Azailia]

Ava perked an eyebrow at the princess comment, rolling the word 'asshole' around in her mind before she glanced at the bartender as he refilled the man's drink. She had her left arm folded across the bar top and was slouched forward, resting her chin on her arm as she played with the empty shot glass with her other hand.

“Hardly a princess.”

She narrowed her eyes at the glass, then leaned back and slipped off the barstool. After digging around in her bag, she produced some money and left it on the counter before gathering her coat and slinging it and her bag over her shoulder. As she strolled passed the bleeding man, she lifted her hand to wave her thanks to the barkeep, fully intending to find a bed and pass out for the night. It was at that precise moment that another patron within the room chose to bump into her, so hard that Ava could only blink as she was knocked aside and sent tumbling over a barstool. She dropped everything in an attempt to get a hand out and stop herself from sustaining injury, but a bloody set of fingers shot out and grabbed her wrist.

Nothing could have prepared her for the things that flashed through her minds eye. Children being stolen from their mothers, then mutilated and discarded like yesterdays trash. Death, decay, pain, loss; it attacked her soul and drew such a rugged gasp from her throat that Roland could only stare down at the redhead as he held her suspended mid fall. All colour had drained from her face, her grey eyes had become misty and when reality violently swooped back down on her, she tore her wrist free from Roland's hold and fell to the floor, landing amongst her things in an unladylike fashion with an 'oof.'

A bead of sweat trickled down the side of her face as she tried to regulate her breathing, her heart beating so fast that all she could hear was the rush of her blood through her veins. It was odd, but she was pretty sure a tiny piece of her had died when her bare skin had come into contact with that man's. After a few moments, once she regained control, Ava swept a hand through her hair and slowly let her eyes drift up to the man; she drew back in surprise when she found him still staring at her. He hadn't understood the slight static he had felt when he'd touched her, or why she had reacted so. Maybe she really was a damn princess.

His brow furrowed and he swivelled on his stool to return to his drink, wiping an arm across his face to clear the blood. Ava muttered under her breath as she finally righted herself, then climbed to her feet, kicking her jacket and bag under the stool beside Roland before she plopped her ass down on it.

“Sorry.”

He turned his head slightly to regard her, then shrugged off her apology like it was nothing. Ava ignored it and called the barkeep back.

“Funny. Even after five years of that happening, still catches me off guard sometimes..”

She said it more to herself than to anyone else with a shudder, then ordered two shots, holding one out to Roland who took it after a moment of looking at her again.

“I'm Ava.”

“Roland.”

“Well, Roland. I'm not a princess and your life has apparently been shit. So here's to the rest of the crap coming our way.”

She clinked her glass to his and downed her shot, waving the barkeep back to make sure the alcohol didn't stop flowing, leaving Roland to blink at her before following her lead and emptying his glass.

[Sith Guyver]

Roland narrowed his eye's for a moment, in thought. Then turned slightly to look at her. She was clothed in black leather pants, a silken long sleeved white shirt dotted with red cherry blossoms, a black corset, black knee highs with no heel and a gold embellished trench coat. She was tall, lithe and toned. Pale skin yet invitingly soft. Red hair falling down her back in layers.

Ava shifted slightly, he'd cursed himself for observing her too long. “I must admit though,”he thought to himself, “She is quite beautiful.” He noticed she shifted on the stool a bit more, half smile on her face.

“I see, your a telepath of some sort aren't you?”

She turned to meet his eye's, blinking, “what makes you say that?”

Roland allowed himself a smirk, “You'd written me off as brute when you first saw me, then the change of heart after I tried to help you,” her eye's grew a bit wider, “Which means you saw something about me,” silence fell for a few moments, “I'm sorry.”

She looked away from him, down at the bar, and shrugged. “You didn't know.”

Roland continued to look at her, “What are you looking for, from us, specifically?”

Ava's face hardened, her eye's focusing somewhere into distant space. She turned to meet his eye's once again, staring into him, “Revenge.” she stated in a cold icy tone.

Ava was mildly startled as an evil grin flashed across Rolands face, which then settled into a smirk. The emotion within him was palpable, “Well my dear,” he said in a dark inviting tone, “you have certainly come to the right place.” She watched as Roland finished his drink, stood up from the stool, and offered her his hand, “But the hour is late, and I have no doubt you are tired after today's ordeals. And it would be greatly improper of me not to extend my hospitality to such a charming woman.”


“You....... live here?” Ava said in mild shock.

Roland allowed himself a smirk, “Sometimes, I managed to acquire the deeds in one of my more profitable 'gambles'”

Ava looked on as he opened the door to the oaken and granite made mansion. It was late in the evening, but the surrounding looked particularly imposing. Heavy woods surrounded on all sides, bare trees reaching into the clouded rainy sky. They were far from the city, the only light provided by the moon, as it peeked from behind the veil of mist.

She turned her attention back to him, his hand outstretched to her, beckoning her inside, “Don't be afraid, It's all part of the appeal of this place. No one coming around to bother you.” She walked past him into the house, giving him a smirk. Locking the door quickly, he took his jacket off, and proceeded up the stairs.

Following him Ava saw the scars that littered his body, “he seems to be almost made of scar tissue,” she thought. She caught better glimpses of him in this light than she did at the bar. He seemed ruggedly handsome, in a dirty, hands on way. He stopped, turned, opened a door and entered, “This room should fit you.”

Roland smiled as she entered, her face showing increasing degrees of awe. The room was Well furnished, hand crafted pieces of rose wood furniture, the colors ranging to dark reds, blacks, and gold trim. “It'll do.” she quipped. Roland pointed to doors on either side of the room, “that one is a full bath and shower, the other is a walk in closet. And if I'm not mistaken, the former lady of this room was close to your size. So take anything you like, I have no use for it.”

Ava turned to Roland, “and where will you be?”

“If I can sleep, down the hall and to the right, “he sighed, “if not, then most likely the kitchen, down the stairs and to the left.”

She nodded, he returned her nod and took his leave of her.