NationStates Jolt Archive

Clariss looked at the fabric. She began comparing it to her memory of certain infos.

The Count walk over to Clariss and looked over her shoulder. “I never seen this type of armor those soldiers are wearing.” he said.

"Never seen them before." Clariss said, and with a eidetic memory, she was quite confident.

ooc: Assuming you mean H.E. men.

OOC: Yes, H.E.'s men.

IC: "Back to square one then." said the Count.

"Not really, have you seen this patch before." She stood to show the Count.

“Nope, this was the first time I have seen it.” said the Count. “Next time I see it. The person wearing with it will get the other side of my sword in them.”

"Gotcha." Clariss replied as she went back to looking for any other ID marks.

OOC: Okay, Helghan if you're not going to pay attention, then I'm going to have to ask you to leave this RP. Jordan is my national leader and Jones is the Head of Navy.
OOC:
Please don't have me leave the RP.

But I'm rather curious, you never mentioned one being a leader and Head of Navy, and why would they be helping me?

(If I'm still in the RP then,)
IC:
Heidi and Chong were still knocked out. Lying on the floor in cuffs on both wrists and ankles.
A Helghast soldier said, "Jeez! How hard did you knock them out?" He said to the one that did it.
"Hard enough," he replied. "I knocked them unconcious so they will only wake up when we reach we reach allied border, or when we are getting off."
"You have the money to pay the pilots?" Another asked another.
"Yeah. But I guess will need to get some more money from Helghan to also pay those two for being late."
"Whatever. Visari won't mind. These two hostages are more valuable than money, well, at least to our leader."
"Yeah. But speaking of these two hostages, what about this guy, Chi-ong? I can't believe you shot off his fucking toe."
"I thought that it would be a taste of what he will recieve if he doesn't cough up the info our leader needs. He may or may not recieve medical attention - depending on how he behaves when in imprisonment."
"What happened to our previous commander? He couldn't find him at all?" A Helghast said, he was completely clueless of what happened to him, though the others weren't.
One told him, "I think he was MIA. Oh wait, some asshole killed him. Seems that the guy could take whatever was thrown at him, but commander failed. In the end, one of you guys told me he was killed in an explosion, I guess his killer didn't die, and just tossed a grenade at him."
"He wasn't killed by the invulnerable asshole." One soldier said on the farthest left. "He killed himself, I witnessed his death from a far, it was dark so his attacker couldn't see me. He put up a valuable fight against the enemy, shooting him with his gun, trying to suffocate the guy, and trying to stab him. Yet, his attacker wasn't effected at all.
"He shot him a couple times - in the ear and his legs. He had no more attempts to throw at him, so in the end, he used his last grenade and placed it at the guy's feet, commiting suicide. It exploded in a second. I had to escape than see the results of the explosion. But the guy must be still alive. I don't care what the hell it takes, I will kill his attacker at any costs. He cant' be immortal, something has to kill him. When we torture these two, I want them to tell me what can kill him, even if I have to burn off their faces."
It was quiet. They were amazed at what had happened. Then one soldier jumped from his seat and said, "Then we all will do whatever it takes to help you kill this fool. He will die by our hands only, and inflict our retribution."
Everyone cheered and then, all was quiet...

OOC: They're not. They contacted the news people to contact their chopper. If I gave them similar names, then whoop-dee-doo. Lots of people are named Jordan and Jones. And I did mention them at the beggining of the RP.
IC:
Earnest looked as the black helicopter flew away Earnest figured they were Green Sun, Transylvanian or Theao BlackOps.
"I don't think Black Sun is the enemy here. I think they were just hired. Black Sun hates it when other terrorist organizations attack the Consortium. They want to be the only ones, save for their allies."
He looked at JWolf and his men.
"I have a strong feeling Banaan and I will be seeing each other face-to-face again on common ground. I hate him almost as I hate animals."
Timone meowed.
"Yes, I mean you. JWolf. Havoc. Chaos. I need you two to contact an old friend of my father's. He lives in Denmark, from Austria-Hungary. Isolete is his name, very hard to track down. He can help us."

"JWolf. Havoc. Chaos. I need you two to contact an old friend of my father's. He lives in Denmark, from Austria-Hungary. Isolete is his name, very hard to track down. He can help us."

“Denmark is not in the control of the Dominion.” said the Count. “But we will find this Isolete person for you. Take this.” He hand Earnest a piece of paper with his private cell-phone number on it.

“Call me anytime, if you need me.” said the Count. “Boys, let go.” The Count, Havoc, and Chaos head outside and to the H2. It took off, heading towards the airport. JWolf called ahead to the airplane, to fuel up and be ready to head to Denmark when he and the twins arrive.

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Four hours later…..

JWolf’s jet landed in Copenhagen International Airport. The Count had clean set of clothes on but they looked like the one he always wears. Havoc and Chaos were wearing their same outfit. A black 2005 Mercedes-Benz S600 sedan pulled up near the plane. The car had the same thing as H2; bomb proof/ bullet proof / fire proof.

The driver got out and opened the back door from the Count. JWolf got in the back as Havoc and Chaos got in the front. Havoc in the driver seat.

The car took off, heading toward the area where the mobsters hang out.

Isolete owned a large castle that was never found by human or pro-human seekers. Isolete was older than time itself. He was an avatar of chaos itself who was born in Austria during the Greek times to a young woman fleeing persecution from Macedonia. He claimed to be Austrian ever since it became largely populated. Everything that was individual or different went through him some way or another. He could isolate anything from the world. His castle, for instance. He isolated it, moved it into a mountain and has lived there ever since. Earnest's father, Harold was the only one to ever meet Isolate when he didn't want to be met. According to legend, Isolete gave Harold his powers of longevity and resistance in exchange for never telling anyone outside his family of his location. Isolete has never been seen since, but he still resides in his castle, doing his work.

He looked up from his desk and bekoned a ratlike man to his side.
"Achilles, I do beleive we're being searched for. JWolf-Dammit, Earnest told him about me. Should his searches come close to us, allow them to find us, alright?"
"So open the gate?"
"Yes, open the gate."
Achilles twitched his nose and scurried off. Isolete chuckled. It would be good to have company once more. Three hundred years with Achilles could be quite boring.

The Mercedes-Benz drove through the city. In the back, JWolf dialed a number in his cell-phone. One that would get to somebody that was near Earnest.

OOC: Are you just using the name Achilles? Or are you using Achilles? Because JWolf knew Achilles back in the day.

OOC: In a nutshell, yes, it is Achilles. His body was killed and he lost most of his mind, so he would only have vague memories of JWolf. Who are you calling?

OOC: In a nutshell, yes, it is Achilles. His body was killed and he lost most of his mind, so he would only have vague memories of JWolf. Who are you calling?

OOC: Oh, okay. I don’t know. Just have some answer the phone. Maybe it will be an aide of the GS Royal Family or something.

"Taylor Equanant," the man on the other side asked, "I'm in a bit of an emergency here, so can you call back later?"

“Count JWolf, Taylor. Where Earnest is at?” asked the Count.

"I dunno. I'm currently in an APC with a gun in my hand hoping that Black sun hasn't laid any bombs on the side of the road. Whatcha need, maybe I can help."
OOC; He can, trust me.

"Well, tell him that I’m in Denmark.” said the Count. “Trying to track down Isolete. Got any idea where he could be?”

"Isolete? Earnest told all of his descendants. Isolete already knows you're looking for him, I garuntee that. The first step is to find Achille's Bar in Copenhagen. Ask for the hardest thing they have in Greek. Call me when they're done."

"Isolete? Earnest told all of his descendants. Isolete already knows you're looking for him, I garuntee that. The first step is to find Achille's Bar in Copenhagen. Ask for the hardest thing they have in Greek. Call me when they're done."

“Thanks, Taylor. Maybe I can meet you later.” said the Count before hanging up the phone. As he pull his phone up, he told Havoc to drive to Achille's Bar.

“I know where that is, Master.” said Havoc.

“Good.” said the Count. It took about fifteen minutes to get to Achille's Bar, Havoc parked the Benz in a open parking space at the front.

All three men got out at the same time. The Count looked around before heading towards the door to the bar. Havoc and Chaos followed behind him. After walking in and looking around, they walked to the bar.

JWolf looked at the barkeep, “I will take the hardest thing you have in Greek.” said the Count.

The man behind the bar was the ratlike man, Achilles.
"Sorry, but we're out of anything Greek. Welcome back, Havoc. Chaos. Count. What'll it be?"

OOC: Achilles would not know Havoc or Chaos. Both Havoc and Chaos are 525 year old Damphir vampire that where born in Southern Germany in 1480. Plus, JWolf was not a Count during the time he knew Achilles. He was called Wolf.

IC: The Count had a weird look on his face. “Do I know you?” he asked. “Plus, I’m looking for Isolete. Know where he is?”

OOC: After he died, he became Isolete's assistant with his work. Isolete monitors every individual trait of everything that has individual traits, especially people. He knows of them. He helped design them in a way.
IC:
"Did you take him literally? You're supposed to say that in Greek. As in the Greek Language. I can easily open or close the door because I'm his assistant. Newcomers have to say the password for the door to open. I can't open it for you. And yes, JWolf, you know me. I just don't remember you all too well. It's all a bit fuzzy. All I remember is an arrow sticking out of my foot."

OOC: I have no idea what you are talking about.

IC: The Count looked at the rat-like man in front of him. “You’re not Achilles. The Achilles I know was a man would looked like a god.” he said.

“Plus, what type of Greek? Ancient or modern?” asked the Count. “Plus…if you are Achilles, who shot you in the foot?” The Count was testing him but it was easy question.

OOC: He helps Isolete makes people.
IC:
"Paris killed me. Ancient Greek. And when I was killed, Isolete grabbed my soul, if you will, and made a new body for me. I may have looked the part then, but I play the part much better now."

OOC: Well, Isolete didn’t make my people. A person named God did.

IC: “Correct, anybody will a history book know that. But I will go with it.” said the Count. “If you didn’t know, I watched over young prince Paris, Helene and your lover after you were killed.”

In Ancient Greek, ““I will take the hardest thing you have.” said the Count.

Back in English, “Why the Hell did he give you that body?” asked the Count with a smile.

OOC: Okay. He designs them and God makes them.
IC:
"Isolete designed it for me and had it made. He's waiting for you."

OOC: No, I designed them. Or should I say created them.

IC: “Well…you look like a walking rat man.” said the Count. “Now, where do we go?”

OOC: Nevermind...
IC:
"In the back you'll find a door. Call Taylor when they're done."

“Thanks, Achilles.” said the Count. He, Havoc, and Chaos head towards the back to find this door.

Behind the bar was a long staircase that went on for a while. Statues floated everywhere in a rhythmic fashion and followed them down the stairs. After the three made it to the bottom, they kept dancing and eventually stopped. There were three rocks on the ground, two on the right wall, two on the left, and on on the top.

The Count looked at the rocks as he dialed Taylor’s number. He waited for him to pick up.

"Did you notice the pattern in the dancing?" Taylor asked as soon as he picked up the phone.

OOC: My bad. Edit'd.

"Did you notice the pattern in the dancing?" Taylor asked as soon as he picked up the phone.
“I was not watching the statue dance.” said the Count. “I know they dance in a rhythmic fashion and followed us down the stairs.”

"That's alright, I know the combination. Take the top-right stone and replace it with the right-top one."

“Okay.” said the Count. He took the phone after for his ear and set it on speaker phone. “Havoc, take the top-right stone and replace it with the right-top one” he said.

Havoc did what the Count said and waited.

"Remove the one below the stone you just moved to and set it aside. Move the bottom-left and put in that space. Then swap the ones on the left wall and take the top-right stone and put it in the blank spot. Then change the other one on the top with the left-bottom stone and put the left-top stone on the blank space. It should open."

Havoc did what Taylor said then waited with the Count and his brother.

The wall exploded into dust, which went in random directions. Achilles was standing at the doorway.
"Follow me, I'll lead you to Isolete."
Achilles led them down another stone hallway until it turned into randomly shaped bricks, no two were exactly alike. A man with wild, blue hair and oddly dressed was drawing at a desk wildly.
"Rules, rules, rules. Man, I miss the days in which I could just make whatever I want, however I want. Ah, well. Can't help it. Hello, JWolf, it's been a while. Ten Thousand years, about, I estimate," he said, not looking up.

The Count with a weird looked on his face said “So, you’re the Isolete I was sent here to meet.” He looked around the room then added “Maybe help us find a couple of people.”

OOC: God created JWolf not anybody else. And that is how I have RP with him from the beginning.

"Indeed, I can help you find them. That's the easy part. They're on a Black Sun helicopter flying away with the enemy soldiers right now. The tricky part is making sure neither of them get killed by the soldiers in the meantime. An even trickier part is getting them back."

“Well, you want to help us then.” asked the Count. “We got a team, all we need is the location of them after the copter lands. Then help track them, if they are move.”

"You don't understand. There are bigger forces than yourselves at work here, Earnest can sense it. That's why he told you to find me. You see, Histon has written that Heidi is to be captured and killed by her captors. We can't let that happen."

“Well, what are we doing here?” asked the Count. “We need to get moving before she is killed then.”

"Time means nothing here, JWolf. We are still in the same minute that you stepped foot in that bar. We have all the time we need. I cannot rewrite Histon's decision, but there are forces who can in this room. Let me get my keys and we'll be on our way."
Isolete turned to Achilles.
"Your new body is done. I'll give it to you when I get back, all right? I want you to do all the designing while I'm gone, so finish the list."
The ratlike Achilles nodded enthusiaticly and scampered off to Isolete's desk.
"Not the brightest fellow anymore," Isolete said as he lifted a large trunk and hauled it towards JWolf.
"But he loves helping out, and it's quite an honor designing people. God, as you know..Him...finds it rather annoying doing everything himself, so he created a series of angels to do most of the menial work for him. He runs everything in general and causes great things to happen when he decides they need to happen. Like when he made you and when he made Earnest. Took me several centuries helping him make Earnest, he's a peculiar one, him. Not sure what He wants out of him. I'm sure it'll come up someday. Well, let's get going."
Isolete set the trunk down and opened up one of the many locks and it opened. They now found themselves on a 757 jet.

“I don’t know what He wants of me, too.” said the Count as he looked around the 757 jet. Havoc and Chaos hopped down in the near seat as the Count looked at Isolete.

“Maybe I am His version of Death or just somebody He want to test out.” said the Count. JWolf took a seat in the nearest chair. “What every I am, I don’t think He looks at me as perfect being anymore.”

"I don't think He cares anymore. He's made five attempts withing the last three hundred years to get people to realzie the truth, I think He just wants us to all do our jobs the way we're doing them now. Dammit, where is he, he's late!"

“Who's late?” asked the Count as relaxed in the chair. Good thing they were in the first class area of the jet.

"Thon, the one who processes thoughts of every mortal...He decided that the Airplane was his worst idea ever, beating even digital watches and poetry, so he made his pocket-plane, pun not intended, to be the inside of a 757. We need him to channge Histon's mind about Heidi and Chong."

“Oh…” said JWolf as he kicked back and relaxed. It was the first time, he could relax in days.

An African man dressed in golden Parachute Pants and a strange looking vest walked into the cabin.
"Yo, Isolete, whaddup?"
"Alot. The son of an old friend of mine is in a family emergency. Can you help?"
Thon looked at JWolf.
"You JWolf? I never got to meet you. I find you a bit frustrating, I can't tell what you're thinkin'."

The Count looked at Thon. “Who you steal your style from?” he said out loud. “Can I call you, MC Hammer?”

"Well, you see, so far you've seen my worst ideas: We're all wearing digital watches, we're in an airplane, and there are pictures beind the bar with poetry on them, but MC Hammer's Can't Touch This and his parachute pants were the best ideas I have ever had."

“You’re nuts.” said the Count. “So, are you going to help us?”

"Ideas. Isolete and Histon are the only one allowed on the Material Plane. In order for me to change Histon's mind, Isolete or Histon has to let me onto the Plane so Isolete and I can change his mind so it's actually possible to save Heidi. Simple really. And you played a very important part in it all. JWolf, I'm going to have to borrow your material body for a few hours."

OOC: May I please RP my reach of the border now?

OOC: Go ahead.

The Count sat up and looked at Thon, his eyes wide as ever. “My body? You’re nuts.” he said. “Why use my body and not Havoc's body or Chaos' body?”

The Black Sun chopper reached the border of an allied nation. The Black Sun pilots were paid highly to keep their mouth shut about entering this nation. The country's leader had made arrangments to let the Helghast soldiers through the border, long before the attack on the wedding.
There was an encampment in a vast open area. Several Helghast camps were positioned as one major camp for the security of the camp. The chopper landed on a small prefabricated platform. Helghast sentries around it met the Helghast unloading.
The two pilots just sat there.
Two Helghasts carried Chong and Heidi as they got out. One sentry went up to one of the soldiers carrying Heidi. "This the hostage?"
"No shit! That's what we came with."
The Helghast glanced at the other hostage. "Who is that? I thought this girl was the only one to bring."
"We guessed that it would be better to bring two hostages, this bastard might no something. And besides, he resisted us as we took the girl. You should see his foot, it's bleeding right now because we shot one of his toes off." He laughed.
"Alright. We'll get them in cuffs. Do you think we should give him some medical supplies?"
"Maybe later. I wanna see him in pain when he gets up."
"Okay. Right this way." He walked away, the four Helghasts followed.
One Helghast was finished talking with the two pilots. He ended his agreement with the extra money needed, because they were late. The Helghast government will pay them soon.

Two hours later
Every Helghast soldier, that arrived, was settled down. The Black Sun pilots left. Hiedi and Chong were locked up in a prison barracks, in seperate cells, far from eachother, so they can make no contact. The cells were built out of year-old steel, but still worked well. The prisons were solid, no bars, and no windows. They had a rusted door with a slide on it (too look in). Helghasts were so hateful to their prisoners, that the rooms only had a toilet and a mat for sleep, and are very dusty.
The camp was hevily gaurded - machine gun nests around it, barbed wire spanning across, and many Helghast Elites patrolling around the checkpoint.

"Because He directly created you. A very unfrtuneate event rid me of my materiual body and so I need to borrow someone else's, but it has to be a material being that was directly made by Him. You and Earnest are the only ones that would agree to this sort of thing. You won't even know it happened."

OOC I'm going to have to ignore this thread. Heidi and James are married now. Nothing happened, everything is fine.