RP:For Everyone's Souls ~ Return to Slumber

[Ikazuchi]

"If you don't mind, I would like to show you what I learned about cooking back in the motherland before I signed up for the Red Army. I am offering to make a nice, old Russian dish to add to the meal. You up for it, comrade?"


He didn't like the idea of foreign food but he shook it off." Alright then, just don't kill us now, we are not immortal ya know." He laughed a little then looked at the kid in the Chair."lighten up a little I'm trying to be Hospitable here." His face saddened a little. He didn't like it when people didn't trust him." Well this is my Humble abode Dawn. I know it's not like the Demon side of things but... It's the best a Half-Devil like me can do."

[Dr. Hax]

"Relax, friend. Men of the Red Army aren't as fierce as when they are in battle. Cooking is a form of art in Russia. There is no fighting involved when cooking. Tonight I am going to make a very nice soup. What will you be making for the main course?"

Fyodir smiled as he took from the fridge, some shredded cabbage, potatoes, barley, carrots and an onion. He then went to the spice cabinet to take some dill out of the rack and get some salt.

"Okay, let's get started."

Fyodir looked around for a large pot, took one out and filled it a good amount with water. He then put the barley in and let it sit on medium heat to start. Once the barley was half done, Fyodir put in the cabbage and cubed potatoes and let that sit for for a few while taking out a pan, some vegetable oil and a fresh knife and grater. Setting a second burner on low heat, while it was warming up, Fyodir poured some oil into the pan and grated the carrots. He then grated the onions and fried the two vegetables in the oil while the soup was cooking altogether. After frying the onion and carrots, they were added to the soup and cooked on low heat for 15 minutes. Fyodir put the pan in the sink and sat down in the dining room, to reminisce of the days of old...The feel of battle, the seemingly never-ending adrenaline rush...Then, a feeling was against his leg. He got a little startled but looked down to see Victoria pulling on the pant leg.

"What's wrong? You want to sit? Alright then...I'll pick you up, okay?"

Fyodir reached down a picked up Victoria cautiously to set her on his lap. She was a beautiful doll with beautiful hair. Dawn must be very lucky to have such a doll.

"Hey Dawn, I think Victoria likes me. She's sitting on my lap."

[♥Skittles]

Location: Russia, Moscow

Nasaca perused through the gigantic gates into the Red Square. It was getting late, and most of the square's visitors were headed back home.

She continued on, her hands tucked into her pockets, to the Red Square Church.

Inside lay a man, sprawled out on the altar, crying and muttering prayers in Russian. Nasaca approached cautiously and quietly sat down in a nearby pew. She clasped her hands together and bowed her head.

A few minutes later, the crying stopped and the man fell silent. Nasaca peeked up from her hands to see him twitching on the ground. She drew a nearby shadow up to her arm; it was still light so she couldn't fully manipulate it. The man stumbled up awkwardly, a dead look in his eyes. Nasaca now stood directly across from him, the shadow taking the rough form of a blade on her arm.
"Your suffering will end soon brother."

[hope i did that right- its ok to have a devil posses a man, yes?]

[Minyrama]

Location: Rome, Italy


The crimson haired girl walked down the empty streets of Rome, her path dimly lit by the weak street lights. Her long hair trailed behind her, and her golden irises almost seemed to glow in the dark. She stopped at the traffic light and waited for the bulb to shine red, indicating that she could cross without the chance of being hit by some idiot who can't drive.

When she saw the crimson light, she slowly walked onto the cobblestone street, only to be nearly hit by some idiot who can't drive. Melanie cursed loudly before jumping out of the way. The idiot looked up oblivious to the fast that he almost ran over her, before staring at the blatantly red light.

He gave Melanie the once over before chuckling sheepishly.

"H-hey, sorry about that. Least none of us are hurt. Right?"

"Do you not see the red light?" She hissed, almost like a cat in water. This was not her day. She reeked of devil, was tired, cold, and she definitely did not want to hang around playing with some color blind idiot who can't drive. He wasn't even driving a car, for God's sake!

"I think you should go back to driver's school, if you were ever there in the first place."

Melanie shot him a final glare and turned her back, her cloak swishing dramatically in the air before running down the sidewalk and disappearing into the darkness.

[Light Buster]

Location: California, USA

On the sands of the beach, Vincent stared out into the vast ocean and into the horizon as he can feel the cool breeze of wind. He thought about his father and mother, how he got lucky when he was young, and how much he was taught when he was very young. He wondered what would've happened if his father never met his mother in the first place. He took one last look at the horizon and then the sky. He then began to walk along the beach looking down and watching every step he took and then he looked back up and walked off the beach and back onto concrete which led him back into town. He decided to take a step into the ally and make a shortcut.

Half-way through, he suddenly came across a gang as they stepped in his way. Another came from behind him surrounding him so he couldn't escape. They had typical weapons. Pistols, baseball bats, and knifes. Didn't see much of a threat to him.

"I see you guys have a thing of killing people and taking their stuff."

The gang members laughed in disbelief thinking that he's bluffing. Vincent gripped his Shining Dragon and pulled it out. As it came out, light burst into the ally as he felt the scales of the sword.

"Don't get in my way..."

[Nespa]

Rome, italy

Efra stumbled out off the hellgate muttering obsceneties "i really, really hate traveling like that". she straightend and wiped the dust of her dress and just blended into the background when someone ran into her (melanie). She looked drly at the half- devil girl "are you alright, ya know since your a half devil you should have sensed me" it was more of a joke than a scold not every half devil could sense her afteral.

[♥Skittles]

Location: Russia, Moscow

The man rushed Nasaca before she had a chance to react. The weak shadow-blades on her arms faltered as she felt a pocket of air rush out of her stomach. Her back hit the floor, jolting her back to her senses in time to see that the possessed man had his teeth plowed into her upper arm. She reached out to one of the pews, absorbing it's shadow and wrapping it around the man's head, which caused him only to bite harder. Not a very smart demon... Nasaca winced and clapped her hands on either sides of the man's head, causing 2 spikes to penetrate through her victim's skull.

Once she felt his body go limp, she rolled him off her and looked at where she had been bitten. "Nasty little beast..." She mumbled as it bled onto her jacket. She walked back out of the building, holding her arm. She'd get it wrapped up later. Though she couldn't help but feel she had forgotten something.



Back inside the church, it was quiet again. The man's body had disappeared, his bloody foot prints led out the door.

[Light Buster]

(Hopefully staging my character in California is okay...)

Location: California, USA

The gang charged at Vincent without even knowing what just happened. Vincent began his defense by swinging his sword at the first enemy. He saw blood whip out of the enemy and onto the wall as the first enemy dropped. He then turned and cut down the members behind him and dropped to the ground. He made his final turn and sliced the last of the gang members.

As Vincent stood before the gang, he could hear the moaning of the downed gang members, or at least what is left of them. He said something that he once heard from his mother when she was attacked by a gang.

"You guys should know when to run and when to stand and fight."

He liked that saying. He smiled as he walked out of the ally and back onto the streets. So much for a day without having a fight.

[Crazyjavi87]

Location:Rome, Italy

"....Okay. Other then that being weird, and also very rude." Taking a right he pulled out a piece of paper with an address written on it. Looking at the houses he tried finding the number of the house he was looking for. "I should've learnt other languages before I became a Devil Hunter. It would have been really useful."

Coming up to what appeared to be an alleyway with a dim light lighting it and a staircase going down. He could see the sun begin to slowly rise up as he got off his scooter, grabbed the keys and set the alarm. Walking down the stairs, he came to a very bouncer-isque door. Little slot for where only the eyes cane be seen included. When it opened, the man spoke something in italian. Not knowing any italian, at all, Vasil left it up to luck and showed them the paper. The man closed the latch and the sound of locks being unlocked were heard. The door opened and Vasil walked in.

The first thing he saw was the man at the door, who was apparently slightly larger then Vasil. Though looked as though he could break a cement cinder block with his hand. ontinue walking in, Vasil could smell the smell of some smoke and ended up entering what appeared to be a bar. Though the only person smoking was in a very conveniently placed 'smokers area' that happened to be well ventilated. "...Weird thing after another."

Sitting down at the bar, a man who appeared to be in his sixties walked up to Vasil with a shot glass, put in an ice cube and poured in what was apparently Vodka. "Two things. Firstly being, who are you. Secondly, why are you already pouring me something to drink?"

"Well I am Edward. Your the Devil Hunter of the group Longinus Vasil, correct? Shouldn't you have hard of me?"

"Oh yeah. The guy who I've heard has an army of clones all over the world."

"...No." Placing the bottle of Vodka behind him he turned back to Vasil. "It appears you have something of yours a contractor wanted."

"Ah. Yeah, the chief of police down by Venice. He asked me for help since I was in the vicinity, and he apparently had no one else to turn to."

"Did you do the job?" Vasil placed the Soul Gem on the bar and the man, who went by Edward, picked it up and looked at it. "A very nice soul gem. Well, the money should be added to your account by next morning."

"Thanks. Speaking of which, I've never heard about this place. What is it exactly?"

"A place for Devil Hunters to gather, talk, give each other advice." The two stopped for a second before a burst of laughter from everyone filled the bar. Everyone stopped and returned to what they were doing. "All jokes aside. This is a place for Devil Hunters to turn in jobs, drink something then go off to another job."

"And I presume you have a list of these jobs?" Vasil said picking up the shot glass of Vodka. "If so, are there any available?"

Edward smiled. "Why yes there is actually. Several to be exact. The easiest being a bodyguard of a woman by the name of Morrigan Riviera for a social gathering of hers."

"Sounds simple enough. Though why devil hunters?"

"Apparently she is on the side of the super natural and what not. She's hired one other, but she wants to hire some more. If you wait here for a bit, you can get some people to come with you."

"Sounds good." Vasil sat there drinking a bit of the Vodka before coughing a bit. "Never liked that taste. Also, you sure you aren't a clone?"

"Well you can never be too sure about that, can you?" That one sentence ending this conversation. And that one sentence will most likely haunt Vasil's sleep for a while.

[ThunderBird]

(( If I understood then the time should be this >.< ))

Location: Rome, Italy
Time: Almost morning.

Sin had been isolating himself in purgatory, finding a spot where none would have bothered him. There, he did something he normally wouldn’t do; think about how far gone he was to the madness. He wasn’t complaining, he loved the insanity, but just then it had actually taken over his own mind. Even before, he was still able to have his own piece of mind. But in New York, he lost control like no other. So he decided to get a drink; he would go to Italy, since well that’s possibly the only country he wasn’t wanted dead in… yet.

He had walked out of the hell gate, ignoring the looks once more, walking down the street, he followed the mental map. He knew mostly where all the devil hunter bars were in the world, well not really, he just knew of two or three in the world. Italy’s was one of those. Sin walked through the streets, finding the alleyway and walked down the steps. He waited at the door, the slot opened and all he had to do was pull his hood down. He wasn’t someone anyone could really forget. The man’s eyes widened slightly, though he was professional enough to be able to not be consumed by totally surprise. He remembered what happened when eh refused to let him in the first time, when he had insisted that he was a Devil Hunter and simply lost the paper with the directions. He didn’t have any pockets at that time, or any clothes really; he had killed a fellow Fallen who was particularly skilled with flames. The man ended up burning Sin’s clothes.

The door opened and Sin walked in, cursing all the way to the bar, some watched him, a little edgy at what he might do. He actually just wanted a drink and was actually thinking of doing a job professionally, for once not wanting to act on his own and find the jobs. He sat at the bar, ignoring the man beside him, placing his giant scabbard, Tempest, between him and the man. There was already a beer placed in front of him. Sin didn’t like the other drinks, he only wanted the one true alcohol; Beer.

“Any jobs?”

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Location: Moscow, Russia

A man awaited in the shadows, following what had happened in the church, restraining himself from entering the church to help out the Devil Hunter. He continued to wait, straightening up once he saw her exit. Dehvi straightened out the white dress shirt he wore, brushing off the dirt on his black jeans; tight fitted onto his legs. He had a pair of glasses upon his nose, taking it off to clean the lenses, and placing them atop his nose once more. Finally, he began to walk, following the girl quietly. He was willing enough to help her, if she wanted it, Yes, he was a peculiar devil, and he didn’t care. He refused to become a devil hunter, and refused to kill the humans. He refused to be any part of this actually, and it worked, living as a human. But sometimes he couldn’t stand watching people get hurt. So he would do what he was doing now, ask if the injured wanted help, and he’d bandage them up. He picked up the pace, catching up in a few quick strides. Upon tapping her shoulder, he spoke,

“Ah, uh, miss? Would you like me to take care of that for you?” He was referring to her bitten arm.

[Minyrama]

Location: Rome, Italy


"Are you alright? Y'know, since you're a half devil you should have sensed me."

It was just one after the other, wasn't it. For some odd reason everyone was out to get her today. Ambushing her in the dark alleyway, running into her with a scooter, magically appearing out of nowhere and crashing into her. For the love of-

"I give you 5 seconds to get the hell out of my way before I blow your head to smithereens." Melanie scowled and cocked Hades at the devil's head. Killing this devil wasn't her job, and she wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone right now. It was at the very least a Devil, yet not strong enough to be a fallen or a forgotten. She could deal with it with ease, if she chose to.

"Well? I'm a B ranked Devil Hunter FYI. I could take down a Devil like you in a mere millisecond, should I feel like it. I'll start counting now. Leave before the final second is up, or we can battle it out right here."

Melanie wrapped her index finger around the trigger, her other hand creeping to Nirvana. She narrowed her eyes and bared her teeth, her hair almost seemed like it was standing on end. Similar to a hissing cat, she twisted her wrist so that Hades was pointed at the devil's temple.

"One."

[Nespa]

Location: Rome, Italy
almost morning


Efra stared at the gunn with a bored look on her face 'great i got misses grumpy pants' she suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and stepped aside "look princess unlike you i am not the battle type oke". efra had met these kind of hunters before they were angerd easily and usealy did not live long. she pressed her lips together "i am just looking for a place to sleep fighting isent my thing" she blended in with the area around her "and if your smart you keep that temper of you under control, i have seen enough hunters like you and they did not live very long" she walked away, the reason was that she was close to a place she could sleep.

The bar she had in mind was running over with hunters but that was the reason she picked it, it was the only place the devils did not follow her. she slipped inside and walked carefully making sure she did not bump into anyone. her destination was the cellar, she slipped by a female with two large swords but a fat hunter turned around and his axe handle hit her back causing her to stumble and fall against a hunter (sin). She dropped her camouflage for a second before quickly blending back and taking a few steps back.

[Crazyjavi87]

"Got any jobs?"

Edwarrd looked at the man who came in, and placed the massive scabbard between him and smiled abit while thinking to himself, 'Ah. This might be enjoyable'. "Why yes I do actually. A job for being a guard at a 'social gathering' of some kind for a woman who goes by the name of Morrigan Riviera. The pay entirely depends on her and the location is over at the Palace of Versailles down in France."

Edward glanced over to Vasil and poured him another cup of Vodka. "Theres some Devil Hunters already taking it, like this man here."

Vasil coughed a bit before almost choking on his alcohol. "Hey w-"

"Course there are other jobs out there that could be more interesting. But I highly doubt the pay would be just as good, how about it?"

[Minyrama]

Location: Rome, Italy


"Two."

"Look princess, unlike you I am not the battle type okay?" The devil said with a bored drawl. Freaking devil, acting all high and mighty, what the hell did it want from her? All Melanie wanted to do was go home, take a nice, long shower, and go to sleep.

But no, lower-than-low-devil wanted to do something flashy before his inevitable death. But no, Mr.Color-blind-idiot-who-can't-drive wanted to whiz around on his scooter while reading a book. But no, Ms.Freaking-Devil wanted to step out of freaking nowhere.

"Three."

"I am just looking for a place to sleep, fighting isn't my thing." the devil continued, oblivious to the gradually increasing murderous rage Melanie was emitting. In a split second, the devil disappeared. Melanie could still sense her aura, but could no longer see her anywhere. What was her ability? She lowered Hades, still on the alert.

"And if your smart, you keep that temper of yours under control, I have seen enough hunters like you and they did not live very long."

Melanie clenched her fist, hatred and annoyance now clearly visible in her eyes. Freaking devil, thinks it can just go around telling hunters what they should and should not do. She should have just blasted that devil's head to pieces when she had the chance. The aura was getting farther and farther away now, and Melanie had no intention of chasing after it. She holstered Hades and continued to walk down the path, imagining how satisfying the hot shower would be when she got back.

[Dr. Hax]

Location: Venice...

"Teku, I must head out, unfortunately...I have business to attend to."

Fyodir stepped out and into a hellgate in an old building.

New location: Rome

Fyodir arrived at the beautiful city of Rome. The smell of food filled the air as Fyodir took to thinking that he might enjoy this place. He needed a job though for both lire and soulstones. He is a devil but he hunts devils. That should grant him passage into a church. Walking into one, he decided to confess his past sins despite being a devil. He never got to when he was living.

"Great holy lord...I am here to finally confess my sins to you. I was unable to before because I had fallen in combat. I have all the time in the world now so please hear me out. Back during my original life, I wasn't exactly the type of person who aced school. I was somewhat troublesome at times and got penalized as a result. I have had thoughts of the flesh and would look at my neighbor as she changed clothes. I believe it was the spice of puberty that got to me at the time. Moving on, as I became an adult, I was hooked on whiskey to the point where I would fight anyone in the bar regardless of whether I won or lost. When I joined the military, that's when I started to really sin. I took so many lives with the help of an entire tank column and reclaimed so much land back from my country's former allies. I was very aggressive in war so that may be why I led my own tank column. As a result of being overzealous, we got annihilated by planes and artillery after taking some of our land back. After I died, when I came to, I blamed you for it. I blamed you for my death and the deaths of my comrades. The one to blame was myself in actuality. You did nothing wrong. My comrades left me with the task of avenging them by killing devils whom they believe have German souls in them. While it is true that I am once again sinning, I am doing it for a greater cause. It is a cause now dedicated to helping man. I ask of you two things, God...Forgive me of my sins...While I will still be killing, it will be to keep people safe. The other thing I ask of you is to guide my bullets into the skulls and hearts of my enemies. That is all I ask...Amen."

Sitting in the pew, he left his rifle beside him and cried for a little bit. He hoped a job would come to him but he was not up to focusing on it right now. He had a family he wanted to see again.

[♥Skittles]

Location: Russia, Moscow

Nasaca jumped and whirled around to punch the stranger but stopped her fist an inch short of his nose. Just a civilian. She exhaled. "What?" She blinked and looked down at her arm. "Oh this. I can do this myself. I've been through worse, but thankyou." She was very polite about it, though in truth she was simply too stubborn to accept help...

A shadow scuddered past the buildings as Nasaca's attention was directed away from the stranger. Her eyes flashed yellow for a moment as she studied the area. Must be the wind.... She turned back to the man. "Uh, I have to get home. Have a nice morning sir!" She smiled sweetly, then turned and began to walk away as a thought ran through her head.

What home?

[keep in mind, the possesed man she fought earlier is not dead... she forgot to rip out it's gem-thing .-. // also, sorry for the poor storytelling. its late =x=]

[Light Buster]

Character: Vincent
Location: Beverly Hills, California

Vincent walked into another ally temporary to shake the blood off of his Shining Dragon. He then placed his sword back into its holister and left the ally from where he came to continue his walk. He then stopped for a moment to think about his next move.

I should head back home, I need to check on my parents to see what they're doing...

Vincent looked around for any civilians and then closed his eyes as an auora of darkness surrounded him. As he concetrated, his devil wings grew from his back. When they were fully grown, Vincent then opened his eyes and jump from the ground. He then let his wings flap up and down as he flew back home.

Character: Veronica
Location: Beverly Hills, California

As Veronica sat silently on her bed in her room, loading up her weapons for a grooling mission, she took noticed on what was on TV. The news was showing what happened in NYC. She saw innocent people killed brutally. Blood was scattered across the street and onto nearby walls. She wondered who did this and their purpose.

Veronica looked at her clock that was sitting on her night table. It seems that it was time for her mission. She holistered her pistols and her sniper rifle in a very quick motion and stood up from her bed. She then opened the door and left her room, closing it as she made her way out.

[ThunderBird]

Great… a group.

He nodded, eyes half lidded, bored and calm as he listened. He only gave the man who coughed a glance, too lazy to size him up right now. But he had already made his decision for the job. He had accepted it the second the man spoke. Sin would do just about any job, if it meant he got to kill something and get paid ‘generously’. Sin took a sip from his beer, in other words only a gulp of the contents were left, when someone got pushed into him. It made him knock his beer over and spill the rest.

“Eh…?”

He turned around, looking straight ahead, where a body should have been, but then again at the look he was giving everyone, almost everyone took a step back. But his gaze held straight. It was faint to him, but it was definitely there, then there was the scent; it was out of place in this bar. He got up, faked to trip and stumble toward the hiding person and swung an arm out, catching her around the back as he pushed her to the bar.

“Sit down shrimpy, have a drink with us!”

He shouted, grinning like a madman, and of course, slurring his words purposely.

“Damn I’s gots ta drink more often… Ima wee bit tipseh.”

He sat down in his spot, looking to the empty seat beside him as if expecting to see it move back a bit for someone to sit on it.

“Dun be shy, we all a friendly bunch of coconuts.”

He laughed with this, took a bear out of a man’s hands who seemed like he was about to drop it anyway, and drank from it. He waited expectantly for someone to reply so he knows he wasn’t finally losing the little piece of sanity he had.

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He didn’t flinch at her action. He simply smiled softly at her, and waited for her words. His smile soon turned into a small frown as he watched her walk away, but he continued to follow her, paying no attention to the shadow that seemed to move. Why would it matter to him anyway?

“Are you sure? I’m pretty good at bandages, at that bite looks pretty… disgusting. And its pretty dangerous nowadays. Murders, accidents, rapists, I’m sure you can handle yourself, but still, its dangerous.”

That’s when a snarling came from behind Dehvi, he again didn’t pay attention, continuing to walk calmly beside her as if he didn’t hear it.

“If you live far, I can even let you stay at my home, there’s many empty rooms and I usually keep myself away in the study room. So the bedrooms are hardly used, not to mention I’m a pretty fine cook.”

The snarling became louder as the possessed human that Nasaca didn’t properly kill, attack Dehvi’s back. It’s claws scrapped away at his back. But no pain, not even the slightest look of pain, flashed across his face, he just smiled and ignored the sounds. It wouldn’t be noticed because he was wearing clothes, but if it was his bare back, anyone could see the claws weren’t even able to make contact on his back. It was being blocked by a half a centimetre invisible shield.

“I can also provide protection for you, if you choose so.”

He didn’t look toward the possessed human as its attacks stopped; no strain were found upon Dehvi’s figure. It was as if he wasn’t even aware of this demon. Then, it was crushed by an invisible force, bones being ground as the blood just fell to the floor, rather than splatter everywhere.

The soul gem seemed to rip itself away from the body and hover in front of Nasaca.

“My names Dehvi, and I’m no more than an ordinary human civilian.” He gave her a sheepish smile as he scratched the back of his head.

[Nespa]

Location: Rome, Italy
almost morning

Efra managed to stiffen a yelp when he pushed her on the chair, her heart was beating wildly against her chest 'what should i do now?'. apearing was no option even if the hunter beside would not attack her some off the others would no matter if she was harmless. She whined mentaly and shook causing the chair to move slightly to.

[♥Skittles]

Location: Russia, Moscow

Nasaca generally ignored the stranger's question as she walked, holding her arm in a fashion to make it seem less worse than it was.
Suddenly, she felt a shiver run down her spine as she heard the sound of bones cracking.
"Wha-?!" She turned around, and to her suprise found a soul gem hovering in front of her. The stranger seemed to be intact, a bloody puddle behind him.

Nasaca took the gem out of the air and stared down at it, biting her lip. Who ever this person was, he had killed a devil faster than she ever could. She couldn't help but be a little threatened by this.
"I could've handled it myself..." She tried keeping her words polite, but she didn't trust other devils. They we're evil, manipulative creatures who had taken her past away and any hopes for a future.

She threw the gem at the stranger's chest.
"You can have it." She said, her voice almost hostile-sounding. Accepting help now would make her look stupid (in her opinion) and weak.
I'll find a place to stay on my own, and I'll fix my arm myself! She thought stubbornly. Nasaca pursed her lips and continued her walk at a more brisk pace.

[Light Buster]

Location: Beverly Hills, California

Character: Vincent

As Vincent saw his rich-looking house coming into view, he checked for any civilians that are looking at him...no civilians. Good. As he got closer to home, he flapped his wings as he began to slow down to make his landing. He placed his legs out for him to land in front of the house but not in the front door. As his legs touched the ground, he felt his feet take a couple of steps forward for him. After his landing, his wings disappeared in a quick dark flash and he began to walk up to the front door.

Vincent walked over to the door and looked to his right and rang the door bell and waited for his parents to answer it. After waiting for about five seconds the door opened to reveal his father-with dark blue hair and brown eyes while dressed casually in a white shirt and blue jeans-and his mother-with silver hair and eyes, dressed in a very beautiful white dress. Vincent's mother was happy to see him home again while his dad had a very concerned look at the moment.

"Hi sweety pie."
"Hi mom. Umm, dad, are you okay?"
"Just in time. We have some important concerns right now."
"What is it? Did something happen?"
"Yes. In New York City..."
"NYC...?"

Character: Veronica

As Veronica made her way downstairs into the family room, she saw her father watching the news on TV. Her father then turned to his attention to her.

"Good, you came. You have a mission in New York City. We have already paid for your mission to the city. You are to investigate a recent devil attack and then report back the damages and who done it. Are we clear?"
"Yes father. It will be done."

[Crazyjavi87]

Location:Rome, Italy

Looking at sin, Vasil thought to himself 'God dammit, why do I work with these people?' and placed the glass of vodka down on the table and looked at Edward. "So, since we may as well be obviously going. When does the next plane leave?"

"If you want to know so badly, two days from now. Ill of course pay for it. So sit back and relax these next two days."

"Course you've paid for everything." Mumbled under his breathe, completely untrusting of this old man who he just met today, gave him a job and booked a flight with who appears to be an insane sociopath. Slowly bringing his head to the table he mumbled three more words. "God dammit Karma."
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Location:Rome, still.

Inside a church was a man crying while sitting in the pew when a man came in. Though he seemed human, he had white hair and red eyes. Underneath the shirt at around the neck toe beneath the chin and an odd, light-blue 'skin'. Looking around, he set his eyes onto them and and walked up beside. Looking at the altar, he grasped both his hands and said something. "Forgive me father for I am about to sin."

The man looked to Fyodir(just for the god damned sake of not saying man so bloody much.) and looked with emotionless eyes. "Devil. Prepare to be judged. Restriction code 732, accepted."

Out of the mans back came what appeared to be a light blue blade, which spli into six blades which allowed him to float. "Opening Gateway."

A black and red portal appeared in front of him and launched a sword at Fyodir.

[Dr. Hax]

(OOC: Javi gave me the okay to kill the random devil-being.)

Fyodir saw this red and black portal in front of him and saw a sword project out of it. Startled, Fyodir strafed to his rifle, taking a graze on his cheek. Pointing his rifle at the flying individual, Fyodir said...

"Your sword traveled at a decent speed. Impressive, I must say...and this portal is very interesting as well. It is as if a hole was ripped through time and space. You seem to be a devil as well, judging by the power you are using. I do not sense a hint of German within you though. My sole purpose here is to rid this world of devils, despite being one. I died in Stalingrad, fighting Hitler's forces in Red Square. I have come back to take the lives of all devils who I think have the souls of German soldiers within them. After that, I have intention to go back to Hell with the rest of my fallen comrades."

Fyodir smirked and fired a round into the palms of the random being.

"That is for ruining the face of a hero who sacrificed his life to save the motherland from the German Wermacht. Tell me who you are and why you attacked me now or I will break one of your bones with another round from this beautiful killing machine.

[Crazyjavi87]

The 'man' looked at both of his palms as they cseems to almost short circuit. "Gateway program has become unstable. Further use restricted, switching to close combat mode."

A visor formed in front of his eyes as the six blades floating at his back spread open and emitted a dim blue light as he hovered a bit. "Tell me who you are and why you attacked me now or I will break one of your bones with another round from this beautiful killing machine."

"Response requested." The robot bowed and went back to an upright position. "I am aV29, or version twenty-nine. The twenty-ninth model created by Lord Granitz to eradicate Devils from the face of this world. In testing phase." taking an almost neutral stance and seemingly stared at Fyodir through the Visor. "That is what my programming dictates. And so, it shall be done. In the name of god."

The robot charged towards Fyodir and attempted to stab his face but missed. "Error. Targeting system offline. Troubleshooting, lag time. One second." The V29, as it was called, then brought up a fist in an uppercut while the blades swirled around aiming for Fyodir. "Troubleshooting, complete."

[Dr. Hax]

Fyodir took the uppercut like a man and fell back a bit. Getting behind the pews, he said...

"What is a robot, what is "troubleshooting" and who is Lord Granitz? I do not understand why you are not human. No human could knock me back like that."

Glowing a faint, yellow aura, Fyodir realized that Alexei, one of his comrades, was angry. He could hear the voice of his brother in arms.

I don't know who or what this thing is but nobody hits my commanding officer. Fyodir, let us take him together for Rossiya Matushka.

Fyodir cracked his knuckles, put away his rifle and unsheathed his knife. He rushed at this...thing with enhanced speed and grabbed one of the robot's legs to slice the other off at the knee.