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OOC: Sign Up thread here: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=550737

IC: It's been five years since the defeat of the Demon Lord 'Tommie'. The world has been in a relatively peaceful state since then, with the Mista maintaining peace in the underworld, and the Half-Dragon's land regaining their prey.

However, the forces that be in that which does not see Tommie's death as an opportunity. In Tokyo, Japan, another powerful lord is stirring. In fact, all over the world, more and more strange things are awakening. And the different shades of darkness prepare themselves for battle.

Orin was above the city. Not in a metaphorical or egotistical way, but literally levitating above the city. She had been there for around an hour, looking down. It was peaceful up here. There was no noise other than the birds. Nothing other than the shadows.
...
Shadows? She looked closer and saw that nothing was there on the cloud bank. She frowned and shook her head.
"I've been up here far too long."

Aires was on board a military prison truck, he was almost laughing out loud, these people couldnt hold him. He broke the chains easily and punched the guard next to him threw the side of the truck, as he litterally opend the truck up like a canopener and jumped out, people screamed as he showed himself.

The Mista stood on top of one of Tokyo's many tall buildings. On the street, he would have stood out a mile amongst the shorter greyer Japanese. However, up here, he was safe amongst the neon lights and night of the sky. He was watching the rooftops and the ground below for signs of any trouble. He had been warned by an Irish Mista in London that the Demons were getting more and more daring. He knew what that meant. It meant he had to be careful. And watchful.

Orin heard the screams and turned to see Aires bursting from the truck. He sighed.
"Another day." She floated down unenthusiastically.
"Would you mind stopping and going away? It's been a long day and I don't feel like a fight." Her eyes glowed in that reverse way they did, the red irises seemingly floating in the black eyes.

Aires grinned " ...Get out of my way bitch." he said as he ran straight at her.

Orin sighed. She flicked her hand idly at the remains of the prision truck and it flew towards Aires. While the truck was still in flight, she unsheathed her sword and tore a chunk of wall out using it as a shield. He flew up slightly.

OCC: ive decided to kill off Aires, so i can make way for a better char, but still continue the fight ^^

The truck impacted Aires and he fell down, he grabbed the truck and threw it like a baseball at Orin, its speed pushed wind all over the place.

Orin dodged the truck. Her face still keeping a look of slight boredom, she tore an iron railing off a fence and shot it at Aires. She then charged in with her sword, following the iron spike.

Aires smiled as he knocked the spike out the way, his eyes widend as he looked down the sword was completly through him, he then looked into Orins eyes.

Orin leaned in closer.
"Don't call me a bitch." she whispered. She drew the sword out, kicked Aires down and stabbed towards his head. Her face flickered for a moment, changing from her normal face to a skeletal version.

Orin leaned in closer.
"Don't call me a bitch." she whispered. She drew the sword out, kicked Aires down and stabbed towards his head. Her face flickered for a moment, changing from her normal face to a skeletal version.

Aires fell backwards as blood sprayed out of his chest, his head just about severd from his head as the blade sliced through him, knocking his light out indefinately.

Orin muttered something about fearing reapers and floated away.
"Well, now to bed."

Orin muttered something about fearing reapers and floated away.
"Well, now to bed."

OCC: new char made, waiting for approval.

In hell Azazil stood over looking the damed souls of hell labour endlessly in the excrutiating heat when a figure robed in black apraoched him.
"You summoned me master?" the figuer asked, its outline bluring slighly as it altered ts form to match that of it master.
"Yes, Mistrust has learned of an angel of destruction on the mortal plane. Hunt her down, make her suffer, destroy everything she holds dear! I woulld of course prefer it if she could be turned but if the chance arises kill her first."
"as you wish, master" the man said and turned,his outline bluring as he again changed to his favoured form. Revealing his pure white wings with blackend tips he lept off the cliff and plumited o the ground bellow, vanishing when he touched it.

Above Tokyo the clouds twisted in un-natural shapes, forming a pentagram in the sky. The pentagram turned to flames as in its center a black figure materialised. and rocketed to the ground on wings of fire, the pentagram falling behind him.

He slamed into the ground in the midst of a gang meeting, the pentacle hiting seconds later. Miraculusly no one was hurt.
"Woah, what is this shit?" said one gang leader, looking at what looked like a black skeleton stood in the center of the five pointed star. The skeleton beckoned to him and he was in explicably drawn to it, his cloaths burting into flame as he he crossed the circular boundry line of the pentacle but he didn't care, those black pits that were once eyes were all that matered.

He stped in the center and the skeleton steped into him, literaly walked into his body, and he was emidatly extinguished, his cloaths replaced with black armor and a long flowing cloak, his face altered to a pale, handsom face. His eyes where yellow with black slits for pupils and his hair was pure black, flowing down his back. " Let the suffering begin!!" shouted the strange man and ran forward, stabing each of the gang members in the heart with one of his long, black swords with blinding speed. After 3 minutes some 14 skeletons stood around the figuer, all as black as the first in fine bronze coloured armor weilding scimtars.
"The angel is here somewhere, find her, cause as much suffering as you can to her and those who you meet!" Shouted the man to a series of aproving clicking noised from the skeletons as they advanced thrugh the door way into the bustling Tokyo streets. A woman screemed, then anther, then another, then gunshots rang as the gangs guards opened fire.

The man walked over to the nearest corpse and stuck his finger into the wound left by his sword, licking the blood from his finger. Satisfyed he began to draw out the blood from the body, spreading it over the walls and floor, before proceeding to the next body n repeting the process, in this manner most of the room was soon covered in satanic markings. Smiling to himself the fugure sat in the center of the pentagrams scorched outline and meditated, seeing the world thrugh the eyes of his minions.

ooc: I did have a much better post but jolt had loged me out again so it was deleted, iv done ths one in about 12-15 minutes so...

By the way 'THE MAN' is Carnage but i thaught it would be moe dramatic if i left it out for now.

Orin heard the gunshots and frowned.
"Oh, come on, not again." She flew over head and saw the skeletons attacking the gangmembers.
"Hmm.... Well, they do deserve it, damn yakuza." She settled down on a roof and watched, her sword slightly unsheathed. She'd intervene eventually.

From his rooftop position, the Mista could hear gunshots ringing out across the city. In a few swift moves he was above the fight. Watching for the right moment to dive down and deal with the breach of Underworld Code.

With a slight crackilg sound, like that of a flame, the mysterios man aperaed behind her. Silently he cocked his head to see if she was his target and, satisfyed that she was not, said "Are they not efective at thier task? see how they mutilate!" he said in his terable colective voice, his hand ever so slightly near his sword hilt.

They were everywhere.
Sniggering, sneering demons, walking and flying and crawling on their bellies. Demons you can see as plain as day, demons who are concealed until it is too late. Minions, all of them, to the Prince of Darkness. The cabbie in front of him could be one. All the people in the cars around him could be, some probably were. Demons prevaded though every corner and cranny of society, in visible sight.
Waiting.
Seth leaned back in his seat from studying the cab driver, a short fat man with piggish eyes and a pug nose. Beside him Nadoka stared out the window into the warm Los Angeles sun. City of Angels. Hah. The airport came into view, a massive complex of glass and steel. Paying the driver, the two took what little they had, a suitcase and a duffel bag, and strode into the airport. At twenty-one and nineteen they were no longer the children they had been six years ago.
When it happened.
Seth still remembered as clearly as he saw reality in front of him. He, fifteen, and his thirteen-year-old sister, Nadoka, had been in Seth's room, talking about some band somewhere. Then they heard the screams, the cries, the roars. Seth had ran downstairs to discover his mother had been dismembered by a huge, leather-winged creature with a sword. His father had a kitchen knife, of all things, and was backing away. Even as Seth watched the knife was torn from his fathers grasp. He shouted "Seth! Run!" before the monster fell onto him, tearing him apart. Nadoka was hiding on the stairs, spared from the terrible images. Seth grabbed her and they ran for it out the back door, Seth grabbing his fallen bike where he had let it fall by the mailbox. His sister hanging on behind him, they tore down the street, into the night. Several nights of running, only resting during the day with little food or water, grief stricken, confused and terrified, they were both on the verge of collapse when they found a cottage just inside the woods. It looked empty, and thinking they could break in to steal food and money, they were instead confronted by an ancient, wizened man. He fed them, taking them in, letting them rest. It was then that he told them why they were being hunted, and what was hunting them. Demons, seeking to destroy the Angel of Armaggedon while she was trapped in human form. Impossible, but what Seth had seen could not be denied. The man offered a way to protect themselves: Grant Seth unnatural powers, possessed only by high ranking demons. In return, though, he would pay a terrible price: For each month after he would be forced to take one human life, or lose his power forever. Accepting, they set out once again, crossing the entire country to come here, to escape to a different country, a different world. All the way they had battled demons, and Seth had killed seventy two people. Scum, thugs, gangsters, criminals who were stains on the face of society. But Seth found his hands increasingly stained with the blood of demons and mortals alike. Nadoka refused to beleive it when she first heard, but after countless battles with the forces of the Underworld she was forced to accept her fate. Now the two fled away from the country. One last hurdle: Making it though the airport and into the air unharmed by any demons lurking here.
OOC: Cue, I8.

With a slight crackilg sound, like that of a flame, the mysterios man aperaed behind her. Silently he cocked his head to see if she was his target and, satisfyed that she was not, said "Are they not efective at thier task? see how they mutilate!" he said in his terable colective voice, his hand ever so slightly near his sword hilt.

"That they are. One thing minions are is effective. However, using skeletons wasn't a wise choice." She flicked a hand at one of the skeletons and it's arms and legs flew off, it's torso making an odd clack when it hit the ground. The limbs flew over to Orin, who handed them to the man. "I'd go with lesser demons. Maybe zombies."

"Alas it is not my choice, but my masters." the man said, sitting crossleged next to her, his eyes closed. There was pause during which the skeletos stoped the killing and returned to the building they had come from by his command. "Tell me, i am searching for a particular female, an angel no less, my time o the world is fleeting compired to hers, mere hourse to over 13 years. You seem to know this city well, indeed this world better than me, might you consider helping me?"

"I don't know of anyone like that, I'm afraid." She looked at him for a moment. "I'll consider helping you, sure. No guarantees. What you intending to do with her, anyway?"

They were everywhere.
Sniggering, sneering demons, walking and flying and crawling on their bellies. Demons you can see as plain as day, demons who are concealed until it is too late. Minions, all of them, to the Prince of Darkness. The cabbie in front of him could be one. All the people in the cars around him could be, some probably were. Demons prevaded though every corner and cranny of society, in visible sight.
Waiting.
Seth leaned back in his seat from studying the cab driver, a short fat man with piggish eyes and a pug nose. Beside him Nadoka stared out the window into the warm Los Angeles sun. City of Angels. Hah. The airport came into view, a massive complex of glass and steel. Paying the driver, the two took what little they had, a suitcase and a duffel bag, and strode into the airport. At twenty-one and nineteen they were no longer the children they had been six years ago.
OOC: Cue, I8.

Fear stalks Seth and Nadoka, normaly he prayed on the young, many at a time, yet he had been tasked with stalking these by non other than Azazil so he had to comply.

He saw them walk into the airport and took his chance, apearing behind some of the porters, many shadows trailing them. To seth he hissed from the crowd "Run child, run whilst you can, Azazil will not stop at the boundrys of this world or the next, we will hunt you everywhere you go. Fear the darkness boy, for you will see your self in it before long." to Nadoka he simply said "Time runs out for you, your counter part comes for you" and he was gone, oberving once more, in one place and many.

"Corupt or kill her, she is my replacement, chosen by God over all his residants in *he spits this word out after a brief pause* Heaven after i saw that my master was the rightful ruler of heaven. With both of us our purpose can come true." He thaught briefly then opened his eyes, looking her directly in her face "I, Carnage the blood letter will spare you from the suffering i bring, and you will help me in return. Agreed?"

"I will have to think about it. You are, after all, a force for darkness. Angels, to the best of my knowledge, are forces for light. I'm pretty much grey."

"Very well but i must warn you of your last statement. Rember this, light is not light if there is no dakness to compair with it, it is simply a point of view" then he was gone again, a note in his place. The note read When you are at a decision enter this building and you shall find me.

In the building the corpses wher beganing to be hung fromm the roof, thier blood runing in rivers to the center of the pentigram, froming a pool withing the star.

Seth whirled, lashing out at the thing, but it was already gone. Having paid for their tickets, he looked around, scanning faces. Nothing. Nadoka looked everyway wildly, trying to spot the one who had spoken to her. Seth placed a hand on her shoulder. "C'mon." he muttered. Passing though security, they stood in a airport plaza, surronded by diners and trinket stores, a book store, everything a traveler could want. A large time board read out his flight:
Tokyo, Japan
Flight 666
Take off: 4: 15
Seth groaned aloud. Flight 666? That's a great omen. Nadoka looked curiously at the board, then understood. Bad luck follows us. Seth looked at his watch. 3:30. Plenty of time before boarding would begin. "Let's go grab a bite to eat," he said, shaking his head. Both tried to forget about the mysterious man, but the truth was obvious.
The demons were here.

Orin picked up the note, read it, then pocketed it. Well, hunting an angel was he? She'd have to meet this angel, and see how they acted. She'd make a decision then.

But for now she needed a rest.

Orins seen infront of her flashed into a version of hell for a split second, then returned to normal, a man in business suit sat in a cafe reading a newspaper.

Orin blinked a few times.
"Well, thats was entertaining." She yawned and continued on. "If you wanna mess up my head, you gotta do better than that."

Her request was granted as everyone around her became blurry, and voices became distorted Mr.Wilson sent a brainwave to her " You know, your a very interesting person, as was the man you talked to earlier."

"Thank you for saying so, but I don't tend to converse with shadows. Do you mind showing yourself?"

"Thank you for saying so, but I don't tend to converse with shadows. Do you mind showing yourself?"

The faces in front of her were now clear, as Kash sat down " Over here..." As a duplicate walked up to him and handed him a cup of coffee, he sipped it quietly " They cant see him, interesting isnt it?"

Tokyo, Japan
Flight 666
Take off: 4: 15
Seth groaned aloud. Flight 666? That's a great omen. Nadoka looked curiously at the board, then understood. Bad luck follows us. Seth looked at his watch. 3:30. Plenty of time before boarding would begin. "Let's go grab a bite to eat," he said, shaking his head. Both tried to forget about the mysterious man, but the truth was obvious.
The demons were here.

Fear smiled to himself, taking three great strids to where the pair sat in the dinner. Seeing his chance fear took another stride and stood in the far corner of the dinner, his outline blured and he was a waiter. He steped up to thier table, his face a grotesq, shapeless mass of grey flesh and exposed bone, a few strands of bedragled har dangling infront of his face "Can i take you order sir, madam?" he said ina perfectly ordinery voice as one of his yellow teeth apered to fall out.

The Mista was now at the airport. he had sensed and tracked a demon to this location, one of the Seven Souls as it were although only four remained undefeated, Rage had been defeated by one of his Irish Comrades, as had Envy, Gluttony was also defeated by a powerful Mista who had since then gone on the run from his own kind.

His job was to protect the Islands of Japan from the threat of Demons and war. That he would do.

" You know, your a very interesting person, as was the man you talked to earlier."

This is what Carnage heared as he gazed into the pentagonal pool of blood in the center of the room, observing the surounding area untill he had gathered all the information he needed from Fear. I sould dispell his belief he thaught to himself Perhapse punish him for asuming that i am on of the mortal scum.

Behind Winters there was a crackle of flame. If he had looked around he would have seen a window ,into the warehouse Carnage was ocupying, ringed with fire. He would also have seen Carnage syep out of this window.

"Such an extroadinery ability you have, mortal." he wispered in his ear. Winters would know from his voice that he was not a human, but he decided to make it undeniable "I am no mere 'person' as you put it, i am far greater than your worst nightmare. I am Carnage the bloodletter and you are inmy way" he said, pressing a dagger to Winters neck to emphasize his point.

"Can i take you order sir, madam?"
Nadoka almost screamed out loud, stopped only by the grip of Seth's hand on her leg under the table. "We'll have two cheeseburgers, hold the onions, with fries and two Coca Colas." he said camly. Two could play this game. Nadoka stared in terror at their "waiter" while Seth didn't even look up from the menu. He caught the falling yellowed fang in his palm and, without apparent effort, squeezed his hand around it, crushing the tooth into powder that evaporated instantly. Things which are not Reality tend to fade fast in the second plane of Earth.

The Mista walked calmly through into the Airport, getting more than a few strange looks due to his bizarre appearance. When one of the Security Guards attempted to stop him, he simply smiled and vanished in the way that all Mista seem able to do. Now he could see the Demon with two people sitting at a table and he waited at the entrance to the Cafe, leaning against the inside wall. He was looking at Seth and knew that he could catch his attention without even moving.

"Yes, I'll take a guess and assume you are an illusionist." She sat down as Carnage appeared.
"Honestly, I can't say being watched impresses me." She had a blank but slightly annoyed expression, her hands clasped together on the table. "And this is the third time today something has or has come close to dying."

"Only an angel can truly vanquish me, but if would care to try, feel free, i wont hold back" Carnage said, grining, exposing teeth that were filed to points.

In the airport Fear was slightly unerved by the couples calmness, he could tell that Nadoke was scared thoe "Comein right up hunny" his face turning to that of a sweet, blondehaired woman in the blink of an eye. He walked over to the bar and gave the apropriate order, cursing the fact that he could not disapear whilt the two were still present in the restaurant. Leaning against the counter in a lady like manner he observed his suroundings.

The Dinner itself was quite small, filled with bright colours and well light, disgusting. The airport was filled with the bustle of hundreds of people milling around I must cause a bomb scare before i go he thaught to himself.
He saw the mista out of the corner of his eye and clicked his fingers. In his shadow a small imp apered with a very faint poping noise. Muttering he said to it "Go to the city of Tokyo, find Carnage, tell him i need him here, theres a mista and his target in the same area." The imp bowed and vanished, reapering above Tokyo moments later. It began to look for Carnage.

"Honestly, I would, but I'm afraid of hurting you. Apple juice please." She said the order to the shocked waiter who had just saw the man appear out of nowhere. "Ahem." He shook his head.
"Oh, right, sorry, coming right up." He walked off calmly, then scampered away. Orin sighed. She looked behind her and saw a man, clearly drunk, driving down the road and an old man trying to cross the road. "Be right back." She left the restaurant and after a horrible crashing noise, came back, albeit slightly bloodied. "Right, go on."

"Hmmm, pity, i could have used that suffering after this boring day" he said calmly "you could have at least have left the driver clinging to life." then the imp apeared next to him, wispering in his ear.

"I must go, an urgant matter has arisen, have you considered my offer yet? it is important NOW"

"I'll go with you, but no promises." She got up and nodded to Kash.

Seth noted the Mista's presence. The police force of the underworld were wild cards to him and Nadoka, sometimes good and helpful, other times a hiderence and overly protective of their given area. Seth naturally radiated the presence of a demon to those who could sense it. One time a Mista had helped him defeat an entire Leigon of demons in Ohio. More recently, however, a Mista in Nevada had attempted to stop him, getting in his way, trying to kill him with the misunderstanding of Seth as a force of Darkness. Seth had left the man tied up in a warehouse, bound by far more than just chains and locks. So this Mista could be here to assist or to capture, or simply to observe. The demon had undoubtably noticed the Mista as well, and he could be calling for reinforcements. Seth hoped the Mista would be willing to help, because if he wasn't things could get even more nasty then they already were. It would be so easy for the demons to strand them here at the airport to pick Nadoka and Seth off at their choosing, what with increased security it would take little to close the airport. Seth's plan relied on timing, some skill, and a great deal of luck. But for now...
He squeezed Nadoka's leg. "Go to the restroom. Our order should be here soon. Speak to no one, do not dwadle." Nadoka nodded mutely and rose to hurry across the hall to the doors marked restroom.

Griping Orins forearm Carnage said "Brace yourself" and they vanished thrugh a hole in the floor ringed with fire. The land on the other side of the hole was black and it was dificult for Orin to breath as she was pulled dow, then jerked back up thrugh a similar hole into the airport, the 12 remaining skeletons areaping around them.

"Stop that mista untill I find the angel i shall make reinforcements if you fail, make sure you do not" Carnagesaid to the skeletons as they moved off. "There is one thing you should know. The angels brother is here and he is a formidable foe, despite his apearance." he said to Orin and told the imp to lead on.

Nadoka entered the bathroom with her head down, Asianic features hidden by her long ebony hair. She waited silently by the row of sinks in the deserted bathroom.
Airport...
A airport security police man leaned casually against the wall, arms folded, smoking a cigarette when a skeleton in armor with a sword walked by. His mouth dropped, the cigarette tumbling down to hit the floor, right hand fumbling at his holster for his pistol, his left already taking the portable radio off his belt.
Diner...
Seth jerked suddenly. Demons. More of them. His suspicions had been correct. Rising from the table, he swiftly walked away down the hall towards the terminal.

"I might not fight him you understand, I am meant to be a neutral force." She took a sandwich off a passing waiter. "Ugh, watercress." She put the sandwich back and unsheathed her sword. "I'll go on ahead." She leaped forward, passing the imp, and sheathed her sword. She jumped on top of a steel beam running the length of the ceiling and spotted Carnage, his minions, a man in a black robe... No person with dirty great wings... She hopped back down and began looking for the angel.

"Your hand's are stained with blood. You've probably provided some of my jobs. One of your buddies is coming. Fella by the name of carnage?"
Seth was about to speak when the demon himself landed in front of him.
So, where is the girl?"
Seth bristled at the abrupt apperance of the thing that killed his parents but did not make any move. All he did was stop walking. Looking from Carrnage to the women, he spoke, eyes cold.
"Who are you?"

Orin walked past Seth and got a cold shiver. She turned to him and looked for a moment.
"Your hand's are stained with blood. You've probably provided some of my jobs." She stared at him and her suspicions were confirmed.
"One of your buddies is coming. Fella by the name of carnage?"

The skeleton stoped and turned, stabing the guard in the heart.

Carnage spread his wings and juped into the air, gliding to the upper floor, directly infront of Seth "Ah, we meet again child, perhapse you rember me *he briefly morphs into the beast that slew the preys farther and back again*. So, where is the girl?"

"Carnage the blodletter. At your service, or rather not. *his blades materialize in his hands* now are we going to do this the easy or hard way?

At that moment alarms began to blare and people were running away from the little group as fast as possible while the security began lockdown and search-and-capture...or destroy, if needed. Seth looked at those assembled. "I really, really hate you people sometimes." Then he took off, down the hallway towards the bathrooms to retrive Nadoka. If all went like he thought, the guards and Mista should delay the demons long enough for his crazy plan to work.

Orin bowed.
"Orin. Reaper." She turned to Carnage and tutted the back to Seth.
"I'm the one who'll have to clean up this damn mess so I'd prefer the easy way. Though I doubt I should be so lucky."

The Mista took this as his cue to enter the fray. He had been taken aback by the Demon's sudden appearance but now, amidst the screaming at the Guard's death, he approached the Demon from behind,
"Not nice to kill people in the Airport, Monsieur" He said in a soft French accent, "It really is the height of bad manners"

Seth glanced at Orin as they sped along. "You said angel. That means you know the whole damn story. Nothing else to-" He was cut off as twenty armed men appeared around the corner. SWAT. The lead one stopped, lifting his rifle. "You there! Stop or we will open fire!" Seth twisted his body and dodged away into the alcove on the bathroom just as rounds flew past the place he was just in. Nadoka was already at the door, face whiter then usual, cringing with each shot. "What's going on?"

She turned on the spot to Carnage and the Mista.
"Fight if you must but kill one person other than each other and I'll kill you both. Okay?" A vein twitched in her neck. She flew alongside Seth.
"Tell me whats going on, if you would be so kind. Just a simple who what when where will suffice. I'll help you evacuate the angel without spilling a drop of innocent blood. Deal?"

The Mista nodded,
"I am here to protect the innocent, Madame, not kill them. If he will uphold the honourable rules of the duel, I would be delighted to engage him" his hand went to his sheath, but he did not pull the weapon out.

Orin growled.
"Seriously, this days been far too long." She slashed her hand in a line across the swat men and all their guns simultaneously turned around and shot each man once in the kneecap." She frowned.
"Well... They aren't dead..." She checked an hourglass and looked along the line and pointed to one. "You will be in about 10 minutes though."

All the SWAT tumbled to the floor, shocked at being shot by their own comrades, kneecaps broken and flesh torn. Seth took the chance, running with his sister down the hall, back to the terminal. But to make it to there they would have to make it past the battling Mista and demon Lord, and undoubtly more demons.

Orin flew behind them.
"You still haven't told me the whole story. I'll help you out some more if you tell me whats going on."

"Christ," Seth skidded to a halt in such a way that he should have left burning tire marks in his wake. Dragging them into a abandoned ship, he spoke quickly, eyes scanning outside.
"Six years ago our parents were killed by demons. We've been on the run ever since, and every possible route of transportation has either been monitored by demons or is too dangerious. This airport is the only place left. How I got my powers is a long story, but the point is that I have to kill a human every month to retain them. Nadoka is one of the Angels of the Apocalypse, and the demons think by killing her they can halt the coming Armageddon. She dosen't have any powers, and she can't do anything herself. All I can do is protect her. I thought that if we fled the country we might be safe, but now that the demons have followed we might be plauged by them forever. I have told you our story. I don't care about yours right now, there's no time. I have a plan. Will you help us?"
He stared ernestly into her eyes. The Reaper. There was only one Reaper...

Seth looked amused while Nadoka shook her head. "If we could teleport across the ocean, do you think we'd be here right now? No. It took us six years to cross the United States, from the East coast to the West, hitching, buying rides, stealing rides, walking, hiking. Here's what I was thinking," he paused, looked at her. "Do I call you Death or Orin or Reaper or what?"

Orin thought for a minute.
"Death should be neutral, but I've no intention of crossing a Horseman. or horsewoman, rather." She nodded. "Sure, I'll help. I reckon you would be safer in Tokyo, I know the city better. It's this city's name, it draws demons. Kind of a joke I suppose." She clapped her hands together. "So, we need to get there. How is another matter entirely." He looked at the two of them. "You have any special teleporting powers?"

"I'd prefer Orin. It'd give the wrong impression if you went around referring to me as death." She smiled. "So what did you have in mind? I might be able to do something but it'll take a while to finish."

OOC: Last post for tonight.

"What I was thinking is what everyone is afraid of: A highjacking. A plane, one with enough fuel to cross the Pacific to Tokyo. But for that we need a pilot, and I doubt anyone here knows how to fly one. Therefore we need to capture one of the pilots and force him to fly us there. Any strings you or that Mista can pull in the Japanese government to let us land in Tokyo need to be pulled now. But this is a complicated plan: We will need to secure the pilot, get to the plane, make sure the plane is ready to go, and actually get to Japan. All the while avoiding demons and SWAT. They will already be locking down the airport, so we must be swift. If you can locate a bring a pilot, we can take care of securing a plane. Answer quick, there is no time to lose." Seth took another nervous glance out into the empty airport.

Kash had followerd her and met this new person as well, he kept his distance.

The airport was not empty. A man, looking entirely out of place, was wandering around, far from them. Perhaps a civilian caught up in the mix, too stupid or afraid to make a break for it. Seth watched him silently, tracking his movements. Or, maybe, a demon...
OOC: In the Guardians thread I'll be posting my assassin breaking into your base shortly.

A plane took off then suddenly crashed, screams could be heard outside, Wilson walked up to him " It seems the pilot experienced a high speed car crash."

Seth looked the man up and down. "What do you want from me?" He had no visible weapons, but he could be very lethal if he chose to. The man standing before him did not radiate anything demon about him, but he was certainly creepy, especially with his last comment. It was quite obvious that he caused the plane crash.

Kash adjusted his suit and put his hand out to shake Seth " I'm Kash, just wondereing what you are doing here, if i may ask?"

Seth regarded the hand coldly. "I could ask the same of you, Mister Kash. You are not a demon, I can tell that much. But judging by the flaming wreckage outside, you are no angel either. You are not a grim spector like our friend here," he nodded to Orin, "nor are you a Mista. And you are certainly not mortal. Tell me, Kash, what are you?"

Kash smiled and put his hands in his pocket as a copy of him appeared next to him and put its arm around his shoulders, he replied smiling " I dont know exactly "what" I am, I walk talk eat and sleep just like any other person you might, meet, although I have some differences that seperate me from the herd."

"Really?" said Seth conversasionally. "Then I think you may be able to help us. This is the situation: There is the matter of some demons trying to kill my sister," he nodded to Nadoka, who raised her hand in a halfhearted wave. "And they're here. In this airport. We need to secure passage out of here. Do you think you could make enough clones of yourself to stall the SWAT forces trying to break in and stall the demons trying to kill us? I can't really pay you anything...but we need it. What do you say?"

Mr.Wilson smiled " Oh, clones wont be neccesarry my freind, they wont be able to see anything, because they will be blinded, there minds are not like ours, they can't resist my power, only those with a strong will can." the clone dissappeared as kash could only use one kind of power at a time.

"Then do so, and make it good. We have so little time, and much to accomplish." He turned his back to them, facing Nadoka and Orin. If they wanted to have any hope of escape, they would need to find a pilot and secure a jet now, while Kash kept the humans and whatever demons might attack them distracted.

SWAT was baffled, as one of them yelled " I cant see shit!" another " It's all dark, someone turn a flash light on" " I think the batterys are dead." Kash smiled as he watched his new freind " You should hurry, i cant keep them like this forever, maybe give them a good scare, trust me, im not gonna leave you anytime soon" he grinned sheepishly

"MINIONS!! GET THE ANGEL!!" shouted Carnage and truned to the mista "I am one of the fallen, do you really think i have honour. You meddle in afairs beyond the underworld mista, Azazil himself sends me here, i would be causing a war otherwise." There was a breif pause then "I shall kill non but you then, mista, at least till this duel is over, i hope you can handle yourself, for your sake!" and he struck, his blackend blades swirling in a series of complex blows.

The skeletons rounded the corner to find the swat members stumbling around blindly "More recruits!" wispered the skeleton captain, pulling out a black dager he threw it with deadly acuracy into the neck of one man, pulled out another and repeted the proceses several more times untill he ran out of knives. As each of the men struck the floor thier skeletons rose up again, thier colour going from pure white to deepest black.

Each of the skeletons picked up some manner of weapon and advanced down the coridor slowly "We know your here, we don't need to see you, we sense you. You will die for your efforts,once the angel is in our grasp" whispered the captain again, his voice carrying down the coridor. There were now 23 skeletons.

The Mista was able to parry most of the blows and dodge the best, he moved quickly, camly and easily,
"And you make the mistake of assuming that I am some mere mortal" he snorted as he moved forward himself, "I am more than any of these opponents, I can assure you. And don't think that I am alone either"

Seth's Position

There was a flash as two Mista suddenly appeared. Japan was rare in that, instead of there only being a handful of Mista, there were many. Japan had a long history of Demon contacts,
"We have been assigned to protect you," One said in a Japanese accent but excellent English, "We will help you escape" he motioned to Nadoka.

OOC: w8 a sec w8 a sec, aint u suposed to be the secondery villan? Why would he be protecting Seth and Nadoka !?!?!?

IC: "Aparently I was wrong" he said blasting a ball of black energy from the tip of his sword "The angel of destruction must be stoped if you wish to survive mista. She will kill us all, even you and me"

First Death, then Kash, now Mista? Seth wished he had had this help before. There was a rattling noise up the corridor and he saw over twenty skeleton warriors, armed with knives and swords and automatic SWAT weapons, advance towards their position. "I have no time for this," Seth growled. He looked at Orin, Kash and the Mista in turn. "You," he pointed to Orin, "find a pilot. You," he pointed to Kash, "keep the humans distracted and off our backs. You two," he pointed to the Mista, "there's twenty-three skeleton soldiers down that hall. Have fun."
Seth could have easily taken care of the skeletons himself, but why fight when he had friends to do it for him? Without waiting for anyone to object or make comments, Seth grabbed Nadoka and, carrying her in his arms, lauched them over the heads of the skeletons to the other side, hitting the floor running. They had to trust the Mista would take down the skeletons before they could follow. For Seth's plan to work, he needed to secure a plane. And the planes were at the terminal, which ment passing the battling Mista and Carrnage, plus destroying any minor demons that got in his way.
Airport enterance...
Fifty SWAT poured in as more police cruisers and SWAT APCs pulled up to the airport. Their mission was to eliminate all terrorists inside, with orders to shoot to kill.
Airport runways...
More vehicles and SWAT troopers spilled across the runways, cutting off any chance of escaping by plane and sending more SWAT to the terminal to enter though the planes if their comrades on the other side were unsuccessful.

The Mista bowed in acknowledgement and leapt into the crowd of Skeletons, drawing their weapons in midair. They landed in the middle of the group and, fighting back to back, began to cut at the Skeletons with their weapons.

Carnage was growing impatiant and knew that he would have little time before the angel escaped "ENUGH!" he yelled, hurling the mista across the room "If i fail you will all die, normaly i wouldnt care but if you all die there will be an abrupt end to the purpose of all in hell and heaven, aswell as the inflow of souls." he glanced at his gauntlet where he had recived a long scratch "Interesting, silver?" he inquierd, pointing at the blade in the mistas hand.

The Mista, although hurled backwards, was able to position his body to cushion the blow. He landed on two feet, then looked back at Carnage,
"Nothing but the best, Monsieur" he replied calmly.

Orin nodded and slipped away. She wandered for a while, before coming across a SWAT team scouring the building. There were also a number of rescued civillians and plane crew.
"Here we go."

The team, which was ten SWAT guarding those who had been unfortunate enough to be closest the the terrorists at the time of the attack, spotted Orin. The leader, dressed in armor like his comrades and hefting a auto-shotgun, pointed to Orin. "You! Halt! You're under arrest!" He and three others began advancing forward, weapons leveled.

Orin pointed to the leader who flew across the room and onto the floor in front of her. She picked him up quickly, using him as a shield. She waved her hand at the SWAT team, whose gun's angled up and pointed at their own heads.
"Hand over a pilot of all of you get it."

Held by the inexplicible force, the SWAT members had little choice. One of the pilot's, a older man with thinning blonde hair rose and stepped forward, trembling slightly. The other civilians started to back away, leaving the poor pilot alone in the middle of the floor. "Ma'am? Looking for, for, me?" he was sweating slightly and one could detect a slight shaking of the knees. He was clearly afraid for his life. Bravely he pressed on. "Ma'am, please let them down. They have, done you, done you no harm, ma'am."
Elsewhere...
Seth and Nadoka ran down the terminal hall only to be confronted by the battling Mista and Carrnage. Seeking a way around the two, Seth moved to the right, keeping Nadoka directly behind him.

"Oh, I'm not going to kill them." She shrugged. "Sometimes you got to be scary." The guns snapped in half and dropped to the ground. "Now scoot. Except you." She nodded to the pilot. "You come with me." She let go of the captain, who flew back across the room.

"AARRUGH!" The SWAT captain went flying back to collide with one of his men. The civilians were being escorted by more SWAT out, and radios had communicated a terrorist threat. More SWAT would be there in seconds, and those stationed were already taking out their side arms. The pilot paled and ran for it, up the hall with Orin. Better to run with her and risk bullets then run against her and have a certain snapped neck.

Orin change direction and ran along the length of the room, running her hand along the ground. The ground rose and smashed into the roof. She smiled and stopped.
"Ah. There we are." She tapped the wall and put her ear to it. "Yeah, that'll hold for around 30-45 minutes."

Carnage spoted Seth and his sister trying to avoid thier furius fighting. "No you dont" he mutterd and his form melted away into a black, wispy smoke that drifted across the room fast and colesed infront of Seth as Carnage once again. "Give me the angel now and we can all walk away with our lives intact, well all the mortals that is."

The skeletons sliced furiosly into the mista, blocking many blows but ultimatly sucuming to the lightning fast reflexes of the mista. Within a few minuted 4 of the skeletons had fallen and those that had guns had hit a mista one, a bullet just grazing his ear.

OOC: is Seth's sword silver or magical or just a normal balde?

As soon as Carnage disappeared and reappeared, the French Mista had leapt back in front of him, katana drawn. He tore at his arm as he landed, giving him a small cut across his arm.
"I'm not finished with you yet, Monsieur" The Mista smiled.

Elsewhere, the Mista changed their tactics and flipped into battle with the skeletons armed with guns. They cut hard, fast and with precise strokes to sever limbs and disarm enemies.

"Well,that is a shame, I am finished with you." he said, grabing him by the throat and putting one blade to his stomach "I have tried reason but alas you are even more blind than the other mista. Such a pity i must end this, i see great evil in you, you could be great, powerful beyond your wildest dreams, alas, it is not to be" he raised his other blade, lining it up with the Mistas forehead, readying himself to strike.

ooc: please note that concern has been given to me over this post, if alversia want i will change it.

There, better?

OOC: Well, I'm out

ooc: why? If its about the post ill hapily change it :confused: :confused:

ooc: why? If its about the post ill hapily change it :confused: :confused:

OOC: Not much of a fight if I keep getting flung out of the way is it?

ooc: tru, ill change it now if you want, only carnage is only there for one reason, he wouldn't particuly WANT to fight a mista n let his prey get away.

ooc: tru, ill change it now if you want, only carnage is only there for one reason, he wouldn't particuly WANT to fight a mista n let his prey get away.

OOC: In fact, leave it as it is. I'll bring in another character who can match any of the Demons and Angels in this thread already

"Give me the angel now and we can all walk away with our lives intact, well all the mortals that is."
"Ah, but if you back off now I won't be forced to kill you. How does that sound?" Even as Seth smiled he unsheated his sword. "I doubt I will even have to change for the likes of you." Flourishing, he swept forward, averaging three strikes a second. Nadoka scrambled back, away from the combat.

"Always im interupted from my blood fest, for now ill leave you be mista" Carnage said, droping the mista and working furiosly to paray the blows Seth threw at him.

OOC: now i will have to stop fighting Alversia as im preocupied blocking the 3-persesond blows lol :P

Xis, you didn't say what type of sword Seth is usin. I will add a few hits to my guy when i find out what type it is.

Orin ran along, the pilot following her. She turned her head and called at him, "Hey, whats your name anyway?" Not stopping for an answer, she continued on, heading for the sounds of fighting.

"Hah. You think you're good at this, don't you? Centuries of training in Hell, I expect." Seth stepped up the attack, shortening it to a mere slash a second but putting all the power of three behind it. He didn't nesiccarily need to kill the demon, just get past him. Although death would be preferred at this point. "Give it up. You're already sorrounded by enemies, and more are on the way. You can't hope to win."
Nadoka was now in a row of seats. She stared at the Mista lying on the floor, unconcious or dead. She kept her back to a pillar, terrified that at any moment she might feel a bony hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, whats your name anyway?"
"S-Sam, Mrs," huffed the pilot, trailing behind now. He was getting old, and couldn't hope to keep up to with the younger, supernaturally enhanced, spiritual Death.
OOC: His blade is laced with silver, lightly coated on the edges and a bit on the inside, enough to hurt but most of the sword is steel. It has magical effects and abilities, but these aren't in play at the moment.

Orin skidded to a halt and looked around the corner. She saw the fight between Seth and Carnage and sighed.
"This'll be a while." She turned to the pilot. "You may as well sit down." She pointed to where Nakoda sat and then turned back to the fight. She couldn't intervene. Not yet anyway.

"Ah, but even if you were a supierior swords man i would not fall to you child"
Carnage jibed, blocking all but the first blow, which cut his hip, causing black blood to flow freely from the wound "Hmmm, not as stupid as the other humans, you have learned to use silver" With that he took the offensive, stabing with one blade, blocking with the other in a whirlwind of black.

The pilot, out of breath, slumped down on a seat near Nadoka, who hurridly edged away with a suspicious look on her face. Seth beat the stabbing sword downward, alternating quickly between attacking and defending, fighting both blades at once. Excited by the drawn blood, he grinned. Blood, darker then a humans, spilled in a slighty but steady line from his mouth. He licked it, swallowing the liquid as he fought. "I will kill you, someday. Why not lay down your weapons and accept the inevitable?" he taunted.

"I could say the same about you" Carnage retorted, leaping backwards and blasting a ball of black, smoke like energy that hurtled towards Seth.

He landed with both blades at the ready, dark fire dancing along thier edges "That all you got?" he remarked sarcasticly.

"Bah hah," Seth deflected the smoky ball like a batter to a baseball, sending the sphere smashing into the ceiling, cracking it and bringing down dust. "Except I would be right, and you wrong. Simple logic, see?" He noted the black fire formed along the blades. Lifting his sword to point directly at the demon, he grinned again, more blood splashing out to the floor, where it hissed and dissolved though the tile. Then he charged, twirling his blade to bring it slicing directly at Carnage's head, twisting in the air to fly over his head as he did so.

Carnage flatened himself against the ground 'pencil rolling' to one side and, putting his otherblade in his left hand, threw a black knife up at Seth with his free hand.

"Ah, seems I've touched a nerve. Tell me, for I an left in the dark here but, what exactly did the old man do to you, he was null on the issue befor i killed him."

The skeletons had taken heavy losses but the remaining ones had simply kept fighting, using thier fallen comrades as sheilds, landing a few blows on the mista, one of whome had narrowly avoided being shot in the chest.

Refusing to be baited Carnage simply said "And it is not our place to question why, i came here to kill an ange. If i must kill you to do so then so be it, a shame I must kill you, a fellow deamon, but everything has its time, even God" he said, adopting a similar stance to Seth, circling slowly.

Whilst doing this he finaly decided to aknowledge Orin. "I know you are there trator, don't think i have forgoten you!" he shouted, moving his hand in a small circle in the direction of Orin. A wall of black flame encircled her and closed in rapidly.

Seth let the knife miss him and smash though a window to fall to the ground below. Now in a defensive stance, he let himself rest for a moment. "The old man? Why would I tell you what he did, hmmm? Maybe you'll be able to guess it. The Prince Of Darkness knows. But perhaps he is not so quick to share his power with his," he look Carnage up and down, "servants and underlings."

Julia watched the chaos within the airport and sighed. When the Lord had given all his subjects free will, this wasn’t what he had had in mind for it. Not only were his children killing each other but his Angels, those who should have known better. They had been the first to abuse the Free Will in the first place so it wasn’t surprising that this was happening. She let her mind wander back to the dark days of Heaven…

Unknown amount of time ago

It had come to this. After a century of war, billions of Angels fallen, this is where it would end. Lucifer and his cronies had thought they could make themselves better than the Lord, his loyal subjects had other ideas. Lucifer had tried for 100 years to destroy the forces of light, annihilate those who believed in the Lord’s word and decisions. They were now at the gates of Heaven and this was the end.

Julia sighed deeply at the sight that confronted her. She was standing on a cloud above the main battlefield watching as the combined Armies of Heaven clashed for what she prayed would be the last time. The battlefield was split into three different tiers, the top two were crowded with Archers, pulled a long, slender arrow from the quivers on their backs. They were waiting for the hordes of Lucifer’s warriors to swarm across and crash against the phalanx that made up the bottom layer. Each Angel on the ground was equipped with a long spear, a large round shield and a gold Corinthian helmet. They waited. Julia turned to face the Angel that stood on her left hand side. As always, she was overcome with awe at the sight of the male in armour and wearing the same helmet as his men. This was Saint Michael, a leader amongst Angels and the highest of Archangels. He was also commanding this final battle with his fellow Gabriel at his side.

Along the horizon, Lucifer’s army approached. Although it was all on the ground level, the constant ranks of white were occasionally interrupted by massive monsters, Demons created by Lucifer to augment his army, to boost it’s combat effectiveness.

“Julia,” The voice was Michael’s, strangely soothing but determined at the same time, he inspired confidence in the entire Army. As long as he was here, they couldn’t lose, “Prepare the Archers. Fire on your mark”

“My mark?” She asked, alarmed that he was placing so many men under her personal command. The battle would be won or lost on the Archers.

“I trust your judgement, Julia, if anyone can command the Archers, it’s you.” With that, he turned and leapt down to join the men on the ground. Julia nodded, filled with confidence at his statement,

She turned back as the masses of dark Angels and Demons started to melt into a single mass, charging to smash the golden ranks of Infantry,

“Archers, prepare to fire!” She called as the men lifted an arrow as one and set it into their longbows. There were men crammed onto very space of those two clouds.

The forces of Darkness were getting closer and closer,

“Archers! Loose!” She cried, pointing her sword at the advancing enemy

Orin growled. The growl grew louder and deeper as the fire closed in. Then, just as it touched Orin's feet, it disappeared. Her face flashed skeletal for a moment, before the room darkened.
"Bad move." She transformed into her angrier self.

Oh dear.
OOC: Imagine this with a sythe. (http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z107/Kain1235/Wraith-1.jpg) Also, sorry for the short post but I'm off for the night.

Unknown amount of time ago
“Archers! Loose!” She cried, pointing her sword at the advancing enemy[/QUOTE]

Carnage was in the midst of the deamonic hords, his armor blacker than the void, and was proboly the quickest to react to the archers attack "FORM UP! USE YA SHIELDS YA SCUM!!" he roared in his terable voice, doing as he had said the deamons began to catch the arrows on thier sheilds rather than thier bodys, despite this they still took a fair few losses. "SEND IN THE BEAMOTHS (http://www.carbonmatter.com/images/GW_Bloodthirster.jpg)!!" he shouted. From with in the ranks of deamons a gread pounding could be heared, like that of a great drum as the Beamoths strode thrugh the assembled hords, thier wings blazing with black fire, the blood on thier axes glinting in the light from beyond the pearly gates. As the Beahamoths neared the frontlines they spotted thier targets, the archers, and took off, aiming to both distract them and masacer them.

As the Beamoths took flight the deamonic army broke ranks, rushing towards the waiting phalanxs The hords stoped just out of charging distance and threw black speares, burning with hell fire, into the waiting spearmen before rushing forward into the ensuing chaos.

OOC: You know you lose this battle, don't you?

Julia watched as the entire front rank of Demons fell under a volley that blocked out the sun itself. The advancing Demons were leaving a carpet of their own dead as they ran. They were facing the phalanxs of St Michael, large shields and four ranks of long spears waiting for the demons to throw themselves against the points. As the Behemoths took flight, so too did a full layer of Angels. Before they did however, the Archers loosed another volley into the clouds and at the attacking Demons.

Each bearing a one handed kopis or spears to engage the demons. Unlike their Hoplite brethren, these Angels wore gallic helmets so they could see what was around them. Leading these aerial combatants was non other than the Archangel Gabriel.

"And it is not our place to question why, i came here to kill an ange. If i must kill you to do so then so be it, a shame I must kill you, a fellow deamon, but everything has its time, even God"
"Our Father, who art in Heaven hallowed by thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our tresspasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for thine is the kindgom, the power, and the glory, forever," he grinned, more blood falling to the floor with a wet splatter. "Amen. So be it."
"Bad move."
"I must agree," said Seth mildly, "now you've pissed off Death. How many enemies are you going to make today?" Another florish of the sword. "A demon before you, an angel to the right of you, Death to the left, humans behind you, Hell and Satan below you and Heaven and God above. You are trapped, surronded, dead but still breathing."

"I'm rather afraid you both have. According to this...." She held out her hand an an hourglass appeared. The sands of it were almost full. "This is yours. Now lets take away the sands of those who you've murdered." She waved her hand over the top and most of it disappeared. "So I guess a preemptive reaping won't hurt. You" She turned to Carnage now, "I'll just kill you. I doubt anyone would care about the death of a demon." She flourished the sythe, then slashed with the sythe at Seth. A line of shadow came from the sythe, and anything it hit would instantly have its lifeforce taken away.

While all this was occuring, Alex Cragoth, also known as HellFire, was taking his time in the toilets of the Airport, calmly ignoring the ruckus. Finishing his buisness, he emerged to see quite the strange series of events. 'Starts getting to be that a man can't take a plane trip to wreak havoc in a third world country...'

He looked around at the somewhat battered surrounds, noting in particular the demonic Death-like form of one being as it attacked another two, and the waning battle between the mista and the undead beings. 'Great. There had to be more highly powerful beings around here...'

Sighing melodramatically, he raised one of his hands, and jet-blue flames erupted from it, shooting toward the mista and the undead. 'If I can't get to my destination, I may as well cause havoc here...'

The Mista were quick enough to flip over the flames, rolling through the air to avoid the attack, the skeletons were incinerated, falling to the ground as dust. Both Mista landed quickly and easily on their feet and stood up, looking at Hellfire,
"Another Demon?" One of them asked in English with a Japanese accent, the other just sighed in annoyance.

At the same time, near to Seth's position, Julia burst through one of the many glass windows. Didn't matter about steel shutters or anything, nothing would stop her. Her eyes narrowed as she saw Carnage and Death,
"Not again," She muttered, "Can't you take a hint?" She asked Carnage.

At the Mista's words, Alex did naught but laugh. 'Daemon? You think I am one of those hellspawn brats?' he sputtered, still laughing.

Calming himself down, he said, grinning, 'Oh, that is funny... no, I am no Daemon. My name is Alex Cragoth. But you can call me...'

He erupted into flame.

'... Hellfire...'

With that word, he unleashed a wall of flame toward the Mista.

Both Mista were able to duck behind nearby corners and so avoid the wall of searing heat as it passed, they rolled back into the main corridor to stare at Hellfire again, their weapons had been tucked back into holsters, they knew it was useless to try and fight,
"And what is your purpose in this place, Hellfire?" The Japanese one asked, patiently, his face hidden behind his hood.

'Well, I was here to be on my way, board an airliner, blow it up in midflight, and fly off to a Third World country to sear it into oblivion, but with these... events... I've had to change my plans. At present, my purpose is to destroy. To make the world pay for its crimes...'

Finishing his short monologue, he extends one arm, pointing it to the right of his body, and a flaming blade forms in his hand. He looks ready to leap toward the Mista, but stops and lowers his blade.

'I am, however, a fair man - assuming I can be called 'man' anymore, or if I should even want to be called as such. Thus, I give you a chance. Convince me that I am wrong. Convince me that the world is worthy of redemption, and that it should not be burnt clean of the festering decay that is Homo Sapiens.'

The wraith tuned it's head slightly.
"That gives me a lot more work and puts me out of a job. And that pisses me off even more."

Hellfire turns his head slightly, looking at the Wraith.

'If it means that much to you, I'll only ravage part of the planet. The rest of it can be your own little play-thing. Is that okay with you?

"Hmph. I suppose." It turned back to Seth and Carnage.

OOC: Also, I just had a look at your NS.
Kick ass flag you got there.

OOC: Unfortunately, my flag pales before the might of your National Motto.

'Perhaps we should discuss a temporary alliance... ah, who am I kidding. We'd just end up trying to smite one another. Still, would be interesting....

Carnage laughed manicly "HA HA! So, Julia, you come once more, can't keep away from me can you?" he mocked, disolving once more into smoke he solidified behing Nadoka "Now then, who wants the death of an angel on thier hands?" he asked, putting a blade to her neck, with the other he stabed the pilot.

Spotting Hellfire he shouted "Hmm, truely an intriging ability, you ever consider a place in hell? No matter your going there anyway." Noting how Seth had used the lords prayer he simply said "And what trueth is there in that prayer? If he truely headed it he would come himself would he not? Not send one of his pet angels!"

Hearing Carnage's words, Alex chuckles. 'Hell will find me hard to digest...'

The Mista shook their heads,
"We will not convince you of anything," They stated as one, "We do not care what happens to this world anymore." They took out their weapons, "We do not fear death" They said simply.

Elsewhere, Julia gave a small smile and leapt backwards, out of the range of Carnage's weapon,
"Those words will always have bearing and meaning in the world, Carnage" She stated as she pulled her own weapon out, "I need not remind you of the fate of those who do not follow these words. Like your master for instance?"

"Oh, you forget Carnage. I am Death. Stab her and nothing will happen unless I or a deadling reap her. And there aren't any deadlings around right now." She smiled under the cowl. "You know, I just realized I have essentially all the cards."

The blade went straight through the pilot, who gasped and looked down at the blade.
"It'll sting for a while, but you'll be fine."

One Mista, the one that had been speaking, was able to leap up out of the way and out of the airport. The other was not as quick and sighed as the blade pressed deep into it's stomach. The Mista feel to their knees and, without another word, the hooded figure fell forward. As they did so, the hood slipped off to reveal a young girl, no older looking than twelve years old. She stared up with dead eyes as the last breath left her body. She died without a sound.

Hellfire nods approvingly at the words of the Mista. 'You are courageous, I'll give you that. I'll make your deaths quick and painless.' With these words, he explodes forward, screaming through the air, blade outstretched, aiming directly for the Mista.

The two surviving Mista, the French and the Japanese ones, took this chance and left, disappearing like all Mista.

Julia was not far behind, She sighed. Saint Michael had expressly forbid her to reveal herself to God's servants. She was to remain in the shadow and try to work with other forces in this world for good. Easier said than done.

Nadoka ducked under the blade and ran, half tripping. She dove behind a smashed airliner desk that had been torn apart by Orin's strike. The pilot frowned to himself and ran a wrinkled hand along the stomach wound that should have been there. Pain still existed, but there was no blood, no hole. Suddenly there was the sound of boots hitting polished tile floor and SWAT teams began to pour though from the opposite end of the airport. Outside the windows helicopters hovered, guns trained on the little terminal that held the angels, demons and other supernatural nasties. Above more helicopters dropped men onto the roof, and APCs, trucks and vans rolled in outside from all direction. A few minutes behind the National Guard had mobilized, not mere police or SWAT, but actual military. The airport was threatened, and so were all the civilians. After the attacks, no one was taking any chances. Seth rolled his eyes. "For the love of God. Angels, demons, Mista, skeletons, SWAT, what's next? The fucking Easter Bunny?" Now that everyone seemed to be fighting each other, he backed away to the door behind him, a hall extending out to a fueled plane. He grabbed Nadoka on the way, and muttered some incantations under his breath. A twisting black shadow (http://sharigan.deviantart.com/art/Shadow-Demons-35647776) rose out of the floor, grabbed the pilot, and made off with him, flying straight though a wall to the plane outside. Nadoka ran along the hall to the plane too, the summoned shadow demon would protect her. Seth stood at the doorway and watched. He didn't actually care if any of the Mista or Orin wanted to come with. In fact, in would be better if they didn't, doing so would only attract more attention to himself and Nadoka. No, he had to defend the plane while they started it. Only after it was completly ready to taxi for liftoff could he afford to board.

Orin roared at a group of soldiers who had came round a corner, who immediately stopped and opened fire. The bullets passed through Orin, who walked towards the men. She stopped and slashed with her scythe at them. Nothing happened for a moment, bar they stopped firing, before they slumped to the group and a small snowglobe was at her feet. Pocketing it and back to normal, she moved over to Seth.
"It's always good to vent stress. Sorry about trying to kill you and all." She looked up at the choppers. "Well, that'll be a problem."

Hellfire stopped abruptly as the Mista vanished. 'Trickery... I hate trickery...' Growling, he turned around, and his eyes focused on the other group. 'Some strange guy who can hold his own against demons... and a girl... but where is that Wraith?'

He strode over, still immolated, and asked them a question. 'Could any of you point me in the direction that Wraith figure went?'

Orin pointed to herself.
"Yo. Sorry about that, that happens when I get a bit annoyed."

Julia watched Orin from a distance,
"You're not familiar to me" She whispered, but the statement carried to the Angel anyway,
"How long have you been here?"

Alex grins as he hears her words. Gradually, the flames that burn all over his body cool off, leaving his clothes untouched.

'Nothing to apologize about - your other form is quite impressive.'

Julia gave a soft laugh,
"I mean I have never seen you in the Kingdom. Where you in the war or are you not of amongst us?" Her voice sounded like a gently summer breeze.

Orin nodded.
"Impressive, I suppose." The cut on her throat was bleeding slightly and she brought a hand up to cover it. As she heard Julia, she muttered back, "I was the big scary wraith thing."

"I'm neither Angel nor Demon." She moved the hand away. The wound still bled but only slightly.

"Neither Angel nor Demon," Julia's singsong voice repeated gently and softly, "Then may I ask who you are?" Her voice was strangely trance like, carrying a beauty that few could comprehend or desire.

"I'm neither Angel nor Demon." She moved the hand away. The wound still bled but only slightly.

"Neither Angel nor Demon," Julia's singsong voice repeated gently and softly, "Then may I ask who you are?" Her voice was strangely trance like, carrying a beauty that few could comprehend or desire.

"I am Death. I mean, literally, a reaper. Not boring or anything. The hours are okay but the pay sucks."

"I am Death. I mean, literally, a reaper. Not boring or anything. The hours are okay but the pay sucks."

Julia's voice gave a small giggle,
"Okay then, Reaper, can I ask what you want from life? or death in your case?" She giggled again.

"Nothing much. Live good, do my job. That's all I know anyway, because living bad isn't good for me."

Julia gave another giggle,
"I like you, Reaper. You're funny. I have to say I couldn't pretend to be annoyed if you were ascended to a higher being."

Julia's voice gave a small giggle,
"Okay then, Reaper, can I ask what you want from life? Or death in your case?" She giggled again.

"Nothing much. Live good, do my job. That's all I know anyway, because living bad isn't good for me."

Julia gave another giggle,
"I like you, Reaper. You're funny. I have to say I couldn't pretend to be annoyed if you were ascended to a higher being."

"I'm happy as I am thanks. I'd rather be a reaper than an angel." She quickly added, "Nothing against angels of course, I just prefer neutrality."

"Heaven is neutral, my dear and you are far from neutral, I can see what you do from the Kingdom and I know you want to be more than just a collector of souls. Join us and you can bring those same souls to salvation. I can't force you, only try and persuade you that it is the route that best suits you"

"Well, its nice to know you won't force me to, but still, I'm gonna refuse. I made a promise to never take the side of one of my occupiers." She pointed to the wound.

"I'm afraid I'm not quite sure what you mean" The voice asked, curiously.

"Heaven is neutral, my dear and you are far from neutral, I can see what you do from the Kingdom and I know you want to be more than just a collector of souls. Join us and you can bring those same souls to salvation. I can't force you, only try and persuade you that it is the route that best suits you"

"Well, its nice to know you won't force me to, but still, I'm gonna refuse. I made a promise to never take the side of one of my occupiers." She pointed to the wound.

"I'm afraid I'm not quite sure what you mean" The voice asked, curiously.

"Well, Reapers work for heaven and hell as manual laborers, and there have been cases where a reaper has favored one side and brought souls that were meant for heaven into hell, for example. This throws the netherworld into wack and generally ends in the execution of the reaper. My old master saved my life but it cost him his. I made a promise after he revived me using my own life force. So, if I break it, I go kaput."

"Aha," The voice realised, "You misunderstand me, My Lord has the ability to ascend those he feels worthy. To bring them to another level of existence. You would be a Reaper of Souls no longer, instead you would reap the benefits of the Lord our God in heaven. That is what I meant"

. Suddenly there was the sound of boots hitting polished tile floor and SWAT teams began to pour though from the opposite end of the airport. Outside the windows helicopters hovered, guns trained on the little terminal that held the angels, demons and other supernatural nasties. Above more helicopters dropped men onto the roof, and APCs, trucks and vans rolled in outside from all direction. A few minutes behind the National Guard had mobilized, not mere police or SWAT, but actual military. The airport was threatened, and so were all the civilians. After the attacks, no one was taking any chances.

"MORE SOULS!!" yelled Carnage, delighted. His outline blurred and he revealed his true form "RUN MORTALS, YOUR SOULDS WILL BURN AT MY HANDS" he roared, chasing after the nearest group of men, laughing as thier bullets passed clear thurgh him.

"Aha," The voice realised, "You misunderstand me, My Lord has the ability to ascend those he feels worthy. To bring them to another level of existence. You would be a Reaper of Souls no longer, instead you would reap the benefits of the Lord our God in heaven. That is what I meant."

Orin smiled. "I'd never get past the gates anyways, so I'll definitely have to refuse." She turned to Sith. "Now would be a good time to go."

"Whatever you desire" The voice whispered lovingly in her ear, "The choice will always be yours" Her voice faded gently away like an echo until only the harsh noises of gunfire could be heard again.

"Great, now we can get back to escaping." She looked at the helicopters, then at their possible exits. "Well, anybody have any ideas?"

The men fired on Carnage, but to no avail. He ripped though them, tearing them apart as they bravely stood their ground. More men began to come up the corridor, as well as teams rapalling though skylights and higher windows. A loudspeaker shouted, confused and indistinct, something about giving up and turning over weapons. Seth nodded to Orin, backing away to the door, a hail of SWAT bullets falling on everyone in the terminal with varying effects. "The plane will take several minutes to start. I'm going to get myself and Nadoka out of here even if I have to kill every demon, angel and human that stands in my way."
Plane...
Sam sweated heavily as he worked the controls. The plane started it's engines with a loud rumble that could be easily heard inside the airport. He prayed to God that none of those inside would see fit to come and find out who was in the plane. Nadoka was seated in the first class area, watching the door. The shadow demon, almost formless, stalked back and forth, endlessly, waiting.

OCC: Is there a way i can just appear again, i had wrestling tournament and i am behind two days sorry.

"Mind if I go to the plane?" She waved her hand in the direction of an APC outside, which smashed through the walls and into a group of SWAT members.
"I reckon you can hold the ground here."

Steel rent and glass smashed as the flying APC flung the SWAT about like ragdolls, crushing some, throwing others high into the air. The other jeeps and APCs outside began to open fire on the terminal with 50. cal turrets, and more bullets and now stun grenades were directed at the supernatural beings. Seth kicked a grenade away and grunted to Orin. "Go for it. They might need a bit of extra protection as it is."
Plane...
The rear emergency exit blew open and five SWAT invaded, rifles pointing forward. Sam slammed the door to the cockpit, locking it. This drew their attention and they jogged up the rows. Nadoka whimpered silently and curled into a ball, concealing a tiny magnum pistol in her left hand. The shadow demon vanished and appeared behind the SWAT, ready to pounce.

Kash was next to Nadoka " Told you guys I would be right behind you" he put his hand her to calm her.

Orin nodded and ran to the plane. Boarding the plane from the emergency exit, she came up behind the SWAT men.
"Good evening, gentlemen." The SWATs jumped and turned around. Orin slashed horizontally along all of the men with her sword.

Nadoka shrieked in surprise at Kash and the SWAT went running. Only two were killed from the slash, but the others noticed and dove behind seats, firing on her. More SWAT came in from both emergency exits now, at the back and front of the plane. Helicopters could be heard above, training their guns on the plane. Inside the cockpit Sam nervously warmed the plane up, hearing the fire from inside the plane.
OOC: NC, would you kindly post a response in the Guardians thread?

The bullets passed through Orin's arm.
"Yeah, can't shoot me. Now please leave afore I have to reap your asses." She drew the sythe and her face pulsed between normal and skeletal. "I'm getting a bit annoyed. You really want to get out." She cleaved at a group of men behind her.

More SWAT screamed and fell, but now they started to toss grenades at her. Up front three SWAT entered from the stairs, pointing their weapons at Nadoka and Kash. "Don't move! Hands in the air!" Outside the SWAT attempting to board what they thought was the terrorist highjacked plane were being impeded by a shadow, which tossed vehicles onto their sides and backs, crushed weapons without touching them, and knocked men out. Unlike seemingly everyone else here, Seth had some regard for human life. the SWAT were just doing their job, probably they thought they were all terrorists. Just because Seth was forced to kill one human a month didn't mean he liked to do it, or wanted to. Thus even his shadow demons showed some compassion for human life.

"Oh for..." The room darkned, there was screaming, a whooshing and then, when the room lit up again, Orin was seated next to Nakoda lighting a cigarette. As one SWAT member passed through the door, she waved her hand at it, closing it.

All the men on the plane had been swiftly, unexplicibly killed. The shadow had decimated their forces outside, and the SWAT wisely elected to retreat. Full military forces were approaching the airport, along with strike fighters. No planes would be lifting off, if they tried they would be swiftly shot down. And the plan the four now inhabited was marked for an air strike. Nadoka screamed again as Orin appeared, understanably tense. There was a clank and a thud noise and Seth walked though the door without apparent effort, though the solid metal as if it was nothing but air. The plane, under Sam's capable hands, began to slowly roll away from the airport, now containing Seth, Sam, Nadoka, Orin, Kash, and a number of dead SWAT.
OOC: Gonna pause this thing so others can catch up and react accordingly.

"You know, what intrests me is that they send countless number of men to their doom. I mean, how insensitive are they? Don't they care I'm meant to be on vacation?" She sighed and took a puff.
OOC: Yeah, thats a good idea.

Kash and his clones occupied 7 seats and they smiled. The real one yelled " How goes it captain?"

The door that the SWAT team had just left through re-opened. In walked what appeared to be an elderly, obese man, with large, soft eyes and graying temples around what had at one time been black hair. He wore a blue sweater and smoke grey pants, and had a ring with a green stone on his left hand.

"You," he said calmly, looking Orin straight in the face, "must be the reaper. I'm actually interested in the Shadow Demon, though. He seems to be the one who started this mess."

OOC: You're a bit late, unfortunately. Orin's aboard the plane that is taxiing to take off.

IC:
'Well, not much more to do here... may as well give them a good sending-off,' thought Hellfire. Calling a ball of flame to his hand, he blasted a hole in the roof of the terminal, before erupting from the room in a blast of scorching flame.

Hovering in the air above the Terminal, he quickly took in the scene: the aircraft taxiing out, the helicopters, the APCs, nothing escaped his eyes. A second later, he soared over to the aircraft, and, hovering above it, he formed a swarm of fireballs to him, which swiftly began to orbit him. He then called a single ball of hellfire to his hand, and threw it at the APCs. Ka-boom.

He then called out in a resounding voice, so that the aircraft's passengers would hear. 'Your exit is clear. Move your asses!'

Carnage had just finished draining the last man of his sould, a smal army of skeletons stood at his feet "Search the airport, find them, kill them" he yelled, streching his great blacktiped wings he jumped thrugh the roof of the terminal, only to see the plane taking off "YOU DIDN'T THINK IT WOULD BE THAT EASY DID YOU!?!?" he yelled across the run way, leaping of the terminal and starting to fly towards the plane, hovering just above the ground.

Looking out the window, the Metal Man saw an airplane taxiing down the runway, what looked like a man--a meta, but basically human--hovering over it with fire, and some form of uberbeing flying down to attack it.

"Excuse me," he said to the reaper. In a moment, the maglevs in his legs had blasted him through the window. He impacted the winged being with a resounding thud. The maglevs gave him an advantage in the air--he was much quicker and more agile than anything that flew on wings.

"Pardon me," he said as they flew off on a new course, "but what's all the commotion about?"

As he spoke, the scratches on his artificial skin, made when he went through a closed window, healed away.

"The death of an angel and quite posably, and belive me I normaly wouldn't care, the survival of mankind" Carnaage replyed, conjuring a black fire ball and sending it hurtling after the strange, metal-man. "An interesting abilaty you have there my friend, perhapse i can take a closer look" he said, bufeting the metal man with blasts of air from his wings.

OOC: Unwise to use black fire. The two of them are touching.

IC:

The fire engulfed the cyborg, burning off his skin. Beneath it, a metal chassis, scorched black, now showed through. Then, the fire proceeded to spread back across their touch to its maker.

"Do you have any idea how hard these things are to grow?" the Metal Man asked, annoyance heavy in his voice. "Sounds to me like you're trying to tamper in things you shouldn't be," he continued. "Now, I'll have to punish you."

Weapons? When your fist is made out of high-strength, silver impregnated alloy (the silver helps to keep the corrosion down), you don't need too many of them. WHAM! The cyborg released his grip just long enough to loose an extremely powerful left hook, aimed right at Carnage's chin. The force of the blow caused the two to separate.

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OOC: NOTE: I didn't write that it actually HIT Carnage, only that it was AIMED for him. How he'd slither out of a punch thrown while the puncher was holding on to him is another matter. I suppose he could use his free arm to block it if you want--but it's coming hard and fast, and it'll take quite an effort to stop completely--in fact, it might take the blocking arm along with it. Not my call, though.
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IC:

It took some effort, but the maglevs kept him stable when the gusts hit him.

"I am called the Metal Man," he said. "Do you have a name?" As he spoke, a flange that supported the fingers on his left hand moved down out of the way, and a sword extended through his wrist and out of the sheath that had been underneath the back of his hand. As with so many of the Metal Man's accoutrement's, it added High Technology to old-school ideas. The nickel-titanium-silver alloy of the outer blade backed up a noncrystalline diamond at the edge of the blade. A laser generator in the hilt could heat the blade hotter than the sun. It could cut through almost anything--including a vampire. The wavelength of the laser was set to emulate the properties of sunlight. Between the blade and the sheath, an emitter also spread forward. This was a freeze ray. The right hand was similarly equipped, but had a plasma blaster instead. As yet, this remained undeployed.

Seth stared at the Metal Man. He opened his mouth to say something, when he heard a tremendous explosion outside and saw three of the SWAT APCs that blocked the plane's path erupt into balls of flame, arching high into the air. Sam dutifly sped down the now cleared runway as the strange man jumped out the window, or rather flew, taking a good section of the plane wall with him. Seth suddenly realised that they were about to take off and not only was the door open, there was now a rather large hole in the side of their aircraft. He nodded his head and his summoned Shadow Demon stretched itself over the hole, covering it and cutting off and sound and sight, making it appear to be a non-attractive black hole in the side of the plane, both from the inside and out. Winds buffeted him as Seth reached out and slammed the door shut, twisting in into a locking position as the plane lifted unsteadly off the ground. Seth sighed and dropped into a seat on the opposite side, calling out. "Sam, you doing alright?"
"Just fine, sir, fine." Came Sam's steady voice. Seth hoped the old guy didn't have a heart attack. In midair that would be rather messy. Turning, he now surveyed the plane's occupents. Nadoka, having hidden the pistol once more, sat with her head in her hands, staring at the floor. Kash and seven of his clones filled up a good part of the first class seating, all looking calm and conplacent. And, of course, Death, or Orin, smoking a cigeratte. He sighed to himself, closing his eyes.
"Why do divine and evil forces continuly see fit to mess with my life?" he asked aloud. Purely rethorical, although he already knew the answer, so that may be stretching the definition. It was all, or at least mostly, because of Nadoka. Not her, specifically, but the awesome, untapped potential inside of her as one of the Angels of the Apocalypse. Evil to destroy her or corrupt her powers for their own ends, Heaven and it's own apparently ineffective forces to protect her. Thinking, he reviewed the past persons and their intentions and agendas. The demons were obvious, their mission was to kill Nadoka. The Mista were equally obvious, to prevent war between the Celestial and the Underworld, but they were an obsolete organization. War was inevitable. They were severly outmatched by the titanic forces contending here. Orin, aka Death? He wasn't sure. Amusement, perhaps she was bored. Who knew? Kash, likewise. He seemed to have no alligences. The strange, fire-blasting man? Equally unknowable, once a foe and then a helper. The latest apperation, who had made the hole in their plane seemed some kind of investigator for whatever purpose, Seth had seen him clash with Carnage, so he was at least hostile to demons. And humans everywhere, caught up in the mix and slaughtered.
Airport...
The SWAT men and vehicles moved out of the way as armored Army tanks, APCs and Humvees roared towards the airport. National Guard forces advanced steadly, and interception planes and strikers were two minutes out. Their target was off the ground, but had been painted. The commercial airliner would be shot down. Meanwhile the amount of human activity inside the airport lulled, the SWAT having either retreated, died, or been turned into warrior skeletons.

Kash's clones got out of there seats and ran to Seth " Need any help here?"

It was time. They'd had enough of this. The fact that this amount of activity was going on was an embarrassment to both them and the mission they tried to follow. They were not going to stand for this any longer.

So the Mista descended on the airport.

There were at least three dozen, an Army for the Mista. Their hood less faces watched the National Guard and the SWAT battling with the skeletons and now they would enter the fray.

The Angels had had their fun. It was time to clean the wound.

They leapt over the Vans and cars that had formed a perimeter around the airport and hurtled towards the main terminal, their drawn weapons gleaming in the sun. They were not fast enough to dodge a bullet, but they were faster than a man trying to aim the weapon and so no matter how quickly the Soldiers moved, the Mista would always be a half second ahead of their sights.

The Mista burst through the glass windows of the terminal and went to work butchering the Skeletons inside. They were no match for the half-breed warriors.

Seth just shook his head. "Wish people would stay outta my life..." he muttered. The demon man rose and sat in one of the clone's vacated seats next to Nadoka, letting her bury her face in his shirt. He stroked her head and murmured words of comfort into her ears.
Airport...
Pistols and automatic rifles could only chip away at the skeleton soldiers, but 50. cal and tank shells ripped them apart. The National Guard had never seen anything like this, but hell, their mission was to protect their country, and if that ment shooting skeletons, so be it. The Mista ceased to be targeted, once it was evident they couldn't be hit and were destroying the skeletons anyway.

Kash nodded " Alright then" he returned to his seat along with his clones. Kash munched on peanuts from the plane's kitchen.

A number of hourglasses appeared in the seat next to Orin, who picked them up one by one, looking at them, rotating a few before they disappeared. When they were all gone, she frowned.
No one dies after all that? Odd... She shouted down to Seth, "Well, I'll be seeing you around." She then stepped through the wall, hovering above the ground. Faint wisps of mist hung around her limbs as she looked around, before slashing the air in front of her with her sythe. A small tear appeared in the air and she stepped through it.

Seth raised his eyebrows. Strange one, that. "Not too soon, I hope." he muttered. Nadoka flopped back into her seat with a sigh, leaning her cheek into the soft seat. For now all was quiet, and apparently safe.

The
"Do you have any idea how hard these things are to grow?" "Sounds to me like you're trying to tamper in things you shouldn't be," "Now, I'll have to punish you."


"The affears of the Devil and his servants are my buisness, as much as I would love to talk, i have an old friend to kill" he said, maning the japanese mista.

Carnage wasn't quite fast enugh to dodge the fist, wincing as the silver impacted on him. "That wasnt very nice" he said, a slight hit of menace in his voice as he grabed the mans arm, pulling it backwards and raming a metal clad fist into his face.

Hellfire watched, chuckling, as the demonic being screamed out, and was promptly smashed into by the second strange being. He spent a few moments watching the two fight, before, still chuckling, he sent a torrent of flame screaming toward the two.

That finished, he noted the National Guard aircraft approaching. 'Discretion always was the better part of valor... but then, I am not valorous... ah well,' he thought, before screaming off at extreme speed, hurling fireballs at the Interceptors in an effort to distract them.

Metal met metal. When it was done, there was a slight dent in the cyborg's face plate, and some of the scorch mark was burned through, leaving a dull, silvery substrate.

"I don't get where you get off lecturing anyone on manners," the Metal Man replied. "Go where you might, I'm going to finish deterring you from future attacks against me before I leave." The right blade extended and the two of them came together, in a move that was similar to a tornado block, where Carnage's arm was, right in front of the cyborg's face. Fortunately, his internal organs--brain included--were all in the center of his body, under a rather heavy armor plate.

There was a funny, circular plate in the center of the Metal Man's chest. For a moment, it glowed, and then his shields went up. This sent several thousand volts into Carnage.

These were both diversions. While Carnage was busy with them, two more guns came out of the Metal Man's shoulders. They were additional plasma weapons, and both of them fired into the fallen angel's wings. Legend had it that, stripped of its wings, an angel lost all of its special powers. The Metal Man regarded this as a hypothesis. Today, he was going to test it. The plasma charges detonated, one in the center of each wing.

As this happened, his shields, still active from his attack, stop a small, moving inferno from turning his armor into a cooking pot. Of course, they also protected Carnage, as he, too, was now inside of them.

I hate being double-teamed.

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OOC: TMM is going to try to get close and slug it out with Carnage. He feels that his hide is the tougher of the two. Please TG me, either as Marionetonia or as Dastardly Stench (two nations, one owner (for lack of a better term)) so we can plot this little pow-wow out. I can also explain the way that TMM's swords work without boring too many people.

Thought that Orin was inside the airport, not the plane. Sorry about that. :) :) :)

Julia watched, impressed as the Mista passed through the Skeleton hordes like a hot knife through butter. At the same time, she felt a great wave of pity. She knew they didn't deserve their fate and that, if possible, she would have brought every one of them up to the loving embrace of the Lord. But she couldn't. The Lord had laid everything out then taken a back seat. It was like a Parent with their teenage child. He had guided them through their initial stages of development. Now it was up to them to stand on their own two feet.

She watched as the last skeleton was felled and the leader of the Mista turned to one of the National Guardsman, the one who was in charge,
"A great and terrible fury has been unleashed upon this world." he said through the hood, "The fury has quelled but if you do not desire it to rise again, tell no one of what you have seen" It was the standard call of the Mista, an alternative to slaughter.

Julia was met by another one of Kash's clones, he was silent as he was next to her watching the battle " Pity isnt it?"

Orin appeared behind Julia.
"And it's down to me, muggins here, who has to mop up after the cleaners." She sighed and began walking amongst the corpses, holding little snowglobes to their chests.
"Every Reaper has their personal touch." She said to Julia, attempting to make small talk. "My tutor's was the sythe, skull and bones thing. Me, I like snowglobes."

"We all have our purpose in life Orin" She said in a calm voice as the battle finished. She sighed sadly, "Just not all of us are allowed to choose,"
She turned to her,
"Did you fight in the War? Or was it before your time?" She asked.

"My tutor did, but I was about 3 at the time. So, I wasn't really old enough to fight demons. Yourself?" All the snowglobes completed she put them into a little sack tied to her belt. She looked straight at a National Guard and muttered "I'll be seeing you on Wednesday."

Kash smiled " You know, i never knew that angels and demons existed until this all happend" He straightend his tie " Well, I still dont belive in the man upstairs."

"My tutor did, but I was about 3 at the time. So, I wasn't really old enough to fight demons. Yourself?" All the snowglobes completed she put them into a little sack tied to her belt. She looked straight at a Nation Guard and muttered "I'll be seeing you on Wednesday."

She smiled,
"A Lieutenant," She said by way of reply, "I fought the entire 130 years of the war. Most of it at the Archangel's side" She gave a small chuckle at the memories, "They were the best of my life I have to admit, being in Michael's presence it...saintly" She smiled again.

"Well, it would be I suppose." She thought for a moment, then said, "I spent 7 years in Dis. Horrible place. Stank like you wouldn't believe." She looked at Julia. "You ever been to the Underrealm?"

" Ive seen these places you speak of in my dreams, but I thought they were just dreams." He leaned his back against a wall.

"If the Underrealm is anything like it is when I was there, it couldn't have been a nightmare. Except that clown with the tear away face." She shivered momentarily, before lighting another cigarette. "If I don't stop smoking these things I'll drive me to me."

"Well, it would be I suppose." She thought for a moment, then said, "I spent 7 years in Dis. Horrible place. Stank like you wouldn't believe." She looked at Julia. "You ever been to the Underrealm?"

"I have been fortunate never to have visited those places, no" She said looking at the gathering Mista,
"I guess they cheated you have they?" She asked, "They were supposed to die and yet here they stand centuries later. What do you think of them as a group?"

"I'll get them eventually, but they do a good job. A friend of mine worked with one a while back, said they're skilled but overconfident." She held out the box of cigarettes to Kash and Julia. "Although, I suppose Angels don't smoke."

Julia shuddered at the cigarettes
"Bad habit to get into, those. You have no idea how many come to the Kingdom early as a result of smoking that stuff" She shuddered again "Vile contraptions, we don't smoke, no"

Kash waved it away as well " No thanks, mother died because of those dreadful things."

Sky...
The fireballs impacted the jets, but they were nothing to the thick armor. Astonished, two fighters peeled off to circle the battle between Carnage and TMM, while the other two pursued the jet.
"Command, you getting this?"
"Holy fuck..."
Airport...
"I'll be seeing you on Wednesday."
The Guardsman paled considerably. A Leigon of men and armored vehicles stared at the three figures, as well as the numerous Mista. Slowly they edged around the group, some heading into the airport, most forming a circle around them. Hundreds of guns pointed at the Angel, Death, and Kash respectively, as well as the Mista. An uncertain voice was heard over a loudspeaker. "Uh...put your weapons down and raise your hands into the air. If you comply, no harm will come to you. Resistance will be met with deadly force."
Plane...
Seth jerked upright and cursed. "Two interceptors, on our tail!" The AAF jets were fast on their six, locking on with missiles, ready to blow the plane apart. Inside both cockpits a tendril of shadow appeared and hit a certain lever...
A minute later two parachutes deployed and two planes crashed into the forest below.

Kash said rather quietly " Well fuck that..." and his clones ran at the cops, while he made a run for it.

Hellfire cursed as the fireballs splashed harmlessly against the planes. 'Stupid, stupid! Normal flame is useless against steel!'

Growling, he reached out, seeking the flames of the engines of the two surviving Interceptors. Angrily, he fed the flames with his power, intending to blow the planes apart.

At the same time, he glanced down, seeing the National Guard surrounding three unknowns, including the strange, demon/girl being. 'Oh no you don't...' he thought, before summoning up a massive ball of pure Hellfire, and hurling it toward the centre of the National Guard. He screamed in behind it, roaring his challenge.

I really hate being double teamed.

The Metal Man dropped his shields for a moment and slipped past Carnage. In that moment, he managed to get between Hellfire's fireball and the police forces. It would deflect the fire away--prevent the casualties. The National Guard knew who he was--he was, in fact, working with the local law enforcement. He couldn't just hover there and let them die. And if the meta behind him ran into him afterward--well, they'd both find out what they were made out of. As he was moving, he was thinking...

Do I have to be the only--wait a minute. I've got PETE!

An antenna poked out of the usual spot in the Metal Man's left hand.

"Pete, a little help...!"

From a point above and behind Carnage, balls of plasma raced down towards him, targeted particularly at his wings. It wouldn't be as good as the Metal Man, but it might keep him busy long enough to prevent the two of them from destroying the law-enforcing cyborg.

"Oh come now, you didn't think it would be that easy to kill me did you?" carnage said in a mocking voice "Besides that wings legend only works on angels, i am long turned from that path" he said wierily as he morphed back to his humanoid form and gliding over to Juliea.

As he landed near her he said in a calm voice "You know, Juliea, I always repected you. Despite the fact you killed countless hords of our warriers, I Still respected you because you stuck to your cause and did what you needed to." he said in a calm voice, for the first time in centurys he allowed himself the use of a single, human voice rather than his customery,colective tones.

He took a few steps closer and allowed his face to adopt a truly human apearance, he would never normaly do this but he felt it was only right to respect those he had killed, perhapse it was the presance of an angel as pure as Julia, and this is how he did it.

Finaly he stoped next to her, his wings receding into his back, looking to all the world like a handsom, well built man in black armor with a flowing black cloak billowing behind him. "I've had my fill of souls for today." he turned and looked Juliea "I don't doubt your good intentions here Juliea and, despite what you may think, I am here to help humanity for a change. If the angel manages to get free of her human form she could destroy the entire planet, thus there would be no souls for heaven OR hell. Despite how God claims to keep out of the lives of his creations he still creates an angel of destruction, I should know, I was one of them."

Orin dropped her cigarette as the fireball impacted. She eyed the flames warily, before saying, quite calmly, "I've had enough today. You might want to get going." She disappeared, before she appeared above the guardsmen, but with company. Another person, wearing roughly the same uniform as her, was with her, toting a silver longsword.
"Well, lets get to work." Orin yelled over to the other Reaper.
"Should of brought marigolds or something. This is gonna be bloody work." He dropped to the ground, in front of the guardsmen, then lunged, faster than the eye could follow, slashing at the guardsmen. Orin did the same.

Three things happened in unison: First the clones charged the National Guard, then a massive amount of flame was shot at them only to be blocked by The Metal Man, and a fourth appeared in the ring. The clones were cut down, dozens of identical Kash's falling. The men assembled gasped at the flame that surely would have killed them all, and some bullets and missiles were directed at Hellfire. The ring closed even tighter around the four, Kash was being restrained by four burly Guardsmen. They would mantain their ring until either someone of high rank told them to disperse, TMM told them to disperse, or they were all killed. There was no other options.

The two reapers gradually ground their way through the guardsmen, until they had reached the centre. Upon which, the new arrival muttered some words and the felled guardsmen got up and began to attack their living brethren.

"Nice work, I must say." Orin nodded.
"I suppose so. Your lucky, you got Fiji." Kain grinned.
"As good a place as any."
Orin looked around and sighed. "Why don't you all just go home?"

"SHE HAS A POINT!!LEAVE OR YOUR SOULS SHALL GO TO MY MASTER!!" he yelled, making a puff of smoke erupt from his hand and form three sixes making a circle.

Oh, joy. Now, it's 4-to-one against. Guess I'm going to have to get nasty.

The Metal Man had experience dealing with supernaturals. He knew things.

Threats in order, then. Maximum velocity and acceleration.

So fast that no human eye could follow it, the Metal Man sprang into action.

A wall of plasma fire incinerated the Living Dead, leaving the living alive.

A metal body suddenly appeared in front of the second Reaper. A metal arm came down with a pinpoint karate chop--neatly breaking the creature's scythe at the middle of the handle. The next move was to the other reaper. The scythe blade, left over from the broken handle, went along for the ride. He couldn't kill them, but he could disarm them--and he had dealt with a reaper once before. He was as beyond their power to kill as they were beyond his.

"They're right, gentlemen," he called out, swinging the scythe blade directly at Orin's. "You're no match for them. Please Fall back and leave the combat to the professionals. Hold the man for questioning. I'll need access when this is over." His eyes flashed red as he glanced first at the fallen angel and then at the reaper.

The Metal Man was still partly human, after all that had been done to him--and the human part was a berserker. He keenly felt the thrill of battle, and had to be careful not to get carried away in it. He rained blows down on the reaper he'd spoken with earlier, driving her back from the innocents whom she sought to kill. Every blow became more frenzied than the preceding one. Every swoosh of the weapon felt better. Finally, he swished the scythe through the air and landed a parting shot on her, hard enough to drive her back five feet. Then, he moved on.

A flying saucer appeared overhead. About 100 meters long and silver, she hovered with a soft hissing sound. Now that it he had shown himself, Pete the AI wouldn't waste Brain Jar's power keeping her cloaked. This did not mean that Carnage's diversions had come to an end. Quite the contrary. A white-hot blast of plasma fire, much more powerful than anything the Metal Man could produce on his own, detonated around the fallen angel.

With the reaper moved back, the Metal Man concentrated on his final target. Flying at full speed, he made it over to the meta with the fireballs. He had stopped to watch the spectacle. As the cyborg's hands softly gripped the man's clothing, he quietly whispered, "no need to harm anyone here," into the man's ear. Then, he hurled him into the air, as far to the west as he could. The man should, he calculated, be able to remain airborn--he would not be injured in any way. Somewhere in his mind, he was keenly aware that he, while one of the most violent and directly physical creatures involved in this fracas, was the only one who was actually battling to prevent death and injury.

The airplane was now far enough away to be seen only on radar screens. They were reasonably safe--for now.

Then, he flew back to the reaper that he had left armed. Standing between her and the guards, he held his confiscated weapon straight over his head. It was a deceptively simple maneuver. The earth's gravity would now aid rather than hinder any move he made with the weapon. The urge to just swing it at that creature and let its power work against one of its wielders was incredibly strong, but the Metal Man held his discipline.

"I'm sorry," he said, "but I can't stand still and allow you to murder innocent people. Leave now. You've no business interfering here."

His shoulder-mounts fired simultaneously on the second reaper, sending plasma fire straight at it, directly behind him.

The sythe MM was holding pulsed, realizing it wasn't being held by a reaper. It began to shake, trying to escape his grip.

"My sythe's been enchanted, so unless you feel like exploding, I'd drop it." Kain dodged the two bolts of plasma and drew a smaller long knife, wielding it backhanded.
"And you have even less, I'm sure." Orin pointed at the wall, a chunk of which flew over the guardsmen. "Please leave and refrain from interfering with my compatriot and I." She narrowed her eyes. "Before we have to force you to." The wall dropped.

The Mista and Julia watched as another battle erupted in the airport. The Mista were gone in a flash, using the battle as a distraction to withdraw. Julia watched the battle with a growing fury. How dare they fight like this? On God's Earth? What right did they have to destroy it like this? She sighed in anger,
"Why? Why fight?"

"Why? Why fight?"
"Well, he started it. He broke Kain's sythe. That's unforgivable." She growled.

"Fortunatly for him reaper, i will respect your wish, however i would ike a ring side seat. I shall speak to you in a short while Juliea, we must speak else this could get very messy."

Carnage jumped down to the place where the wall had just been and pulled a segment of the surounding wall off, miveing it over to the edge of 'the arena' he snaped it a few times and melted the resultanpices together, making a strangly intricate throne "ah, let the blood sport begin" he said, siting on the throne, still in his fully human form.

Orin looked at Carnage like he was a child.
"I'm dead, numbnuts.I don't have blood."

"No, thats true. I know however that he has organs" he said, noding to MM "at the least i can see them fly"

"What is the point of this?" Julia asked sorrowfully, she saw now why no Angels would dirty themselves with this earth, it was a vile cruel place, she just hoped it could be saved. She watched, honoring the policy not to get involved in their affairs but to watch.

"Ah Juliea, there is no purpose. It is the flaw in humanity, they create only to destroy." carnage said, a hint of sadness actuly entering his voice.

"You?" There was derision in the Angel's response, "You started this whole killing match in the first place! You and the almighty Lucifer" She said this sarcastically, "You can't step back and look at this! You're in the festering heart of this whole problem. Even now, you sit and wait with excitement for death. How can you say Humans have the flaw?" She voiced the opinion of Heaven in her words, the fallen did not deserve to be used in the same breath as the rest of them. The Lord and the Archangels had preached forgiveness but sometimes there was a world between saying something and doing something.

Naturally, Hellfire was quite shaken. 'Why won't these cretins DIE?' He quickly threw fireballs at the missiles incoming, somersaulted left through the air to dodge the bullets, then looked down at the emergent battle.

'Ok... that's it. I've had enough of this bullshit. Time for an apocalyptic ending...' he thought, before he arced up through the air, then screamed down at an extraordinary speed to slam into the ground around the National Guard. Rearing up, a sword of Hellflame forming in his hand, he began to slice through the crowd, alternating between using his blade of flame, and incinerating them with balls of Hellflame.

Naturally, Hellfire was quite shaken. 'Why won't these cretins DIE?' He quickly threw fireballs at the missiles incoming, somersaulted left through the air to dodge the bullets, then looked down at the emergent battle.

'Ok... that's it. I've had enough of this bullshit. Time for an apocalyptic ending...' he thought, before he arced up through the air, then screamed down at an extraordinary speed to slam into the ground around the National Guard. Rearing up, a sword of Hellflame forming in his hand, he began to slice through the crowd, alternating between using his blade of flame, and incinerating them with balls of Hellflame.

Naturally, Hellfire was quite shaken. 'Why won't these cretins DIE?' He quickly threw fireballs at the missiles incoming, somersaulted left through the air to dodge the bullets, then looked down at the emergent battle.

'Ok... that's it. I've had enough of this bullshit. Time for an apocalyptic ending...' he thought, before he arced up through the air, then screamed down at an extraordinary speed to slam into the ground around the National Guard. Rearing up, a sword of Hellflame forming in his hand, he began to slice through the crowd, alternating between using his blade of flame, and incinerating them with balls of Hellflame.

Hellfire would find all of his attacks blocked by a strange wall of fire not dissimilar to his own. It was Julia who hovered just above the National Guard, her wings beating to keep her in the air
"That is enough" She said coldly, then laughed at his attacks,
"You think you can defeat a messenger of the Lord?" She asked him, "I CREATED your powers and I can outfight you on any level. Want to bring it?" She asked, using some slang she had heard while in Heaven.

"That is also true but you have to admit, the flaw is evidant, even God can't make something perfect. No matter!! You surely must see that is benifical to the both of us to stop the angel of the apocolipse from acidently unleashing her fury, thoe granted for different reasons. We can always fight over who is going to get her in the end if you wish but you might want to wait till after we have her, i wouldnt want to tire you out!" he replyed, allowing himself a smile at his last remark.

"Say what you like" She said as she blocked Hellfire's attacks with ease, "I won't get dragged into a slogging match with you. I am here to bring her back to where she and her brother belong, nothing more. You," Her eyes flashed, "have a different motive I'm sure?"

The Metal Man stood there, stunned at the arrogance and unconcern of those around him. Then, the shoulder mounts fired, disintegrating the section of the wall that fell from above him before it could hit him. The shards scattered harmlessly.

They had asked. He would state his case.

"That's not what they told me," he said, indicating the guards. "They seem to think that I have a great deal of business here, though I hotly dispute the charge that I started this. That honor would fall to the one who now sits back and watches while we clash. In fact, I was summoned here because the killing had begun. As to interfering with your business, today is simply not the day for all of those brave men and women to die." Should've been 'my compatriot and ME,' the cyborg thought. Your grammar's as bad as your information.

As he spoke, the Metal Man noticed that the reaper wore small hourglasses in her belt. The sands shifted. This was a part of his anti-esper-ness. He could thwart prophesy, and change fate--and he had just changed the fate of half the remaining guardsmen, with more perhaps to follow.

The guardsmen were pulling back, organizing an orderly retreat. Some were already clear of the battle zone. No doubt these were the ones whose hourglasses had changed.

"The scythe blade will probably not explode," he said, "though it will probably increase its efforts to free itself from my grip. I am not its enemy." The blade sighed softly in his hand, and pulled harder. He shook his head. "I should've known that it would be semisentient. Now, my mercy must extend even to it." He released it. It flew back to Kain, and rejoined its other half, healing neatly to reform its former self.

"I live by a code, reaper," he said, "and that code compels me to defend the innocent." More sands shifted. More lives were prolonged. "I don't take it lightly. It also compels me to pass judgment on others as they pass judgment on me. If you cannot forgive me for something I did that was so quickly undone, how am I to forgive you for so rashly killing people whose only crime was attempting to defend their homes? Perhaps you should rethink your judgment, so that I can rethink mine.

"You asked why I fight, angel? I fight to preserve life--to prevent death and suffering--and I am the only one among us who has that distinction. I've already given flesh and blood today to ensure that others would live. Yet, I have injured no one today, with the possible exception of the one who initiated the violence. And, so far, I have suffered far more at his hand than he has at mine. Yet, I soldier on. Can you make any of those claims? Would your Maker be happy with what you've failed to do, angel?" The last word was so filled with righteous indignation that it was almost a sneer.

He turned his gaze back to the reaper. "Come at me or don't," he said, his voice taking on a grim tone. "I've done you no harm, but for battles that you make up in your mind. If you can't forgive me for that, it is completely consistent with your arrant lack of regard for the context of your actions. Either way, I've got other things to get to--not the least of which is to make that arrogant old fool on his arrogant new throne stop thinking about my body parts and start thinking more about his own. Get it over with. Or don't. He's next--unless that so-called angel starts acting like one and stops him before I can."

"You asked why I fight, angel? I fight to preserve life--to prevent death and suffering--and I am the only one among us who has that distinction. I've already given flesh and blood today to ensure that others would live. Yet, I have injured no one today, with the possible exception of the one who initiated the violence. And, so far, I have suffered far more at his hand than he has at mine. Yet, I soldier on. Can you make any of those claims? Would your Maker be happy with what you've failed to do, angel?" The last word was so filled with righteous indignation that it was almost a sneer.

"You do fight for the right reasons, Metal man" Julia stated from her position in the air, "There are few in this world that do so, the Mista fight for the right reasons as do you. As for my own reasons not to fight, it is not my mission," She shrugged, "If we were to come swooping down every time someone cut their knee then Humanity would never stand on it's own two feet. Humanity was given free will for a purpose, Metal Man, the purpose was to make decisions like you are now. You expect praise for performing something you have chosen to do? It is commendable, Metal man and you will rewarded for your selflessness when the time has come."

The Metal Man shook his head. "Do you have any idea how many times, over the centuries of my life, I've heard 'not my mission' used as an excuse to deny the obvious? Look around you, little girl. That's a minion of hell sitting over there! When they enter the field, all the non-interference stuff goes out the window. And I've spoken with him. He's here for the same thing you are. He's your competition. And you just stand there and make idle chit-chat with him while his plans unfold. Good job! They're really going to appreciate the way you stuck to your parameters when you get out of this. They might even reward you with a cute little trophy shaped exactly like a blindfold!"

Julia smiled again,
"Oh I know the obvious," She sighed, "The Second War of Angels. When the pits of Hell will empty and war will engulf the globe. The end of the world is nigh Metal man, I do not ignore the obvious but conserve my strength for the inevitable. He is my competition yes," She shook her head at the lack of understanding from the Metal Man. He thought himself wish after a few centuries. She had existed since the beginning of time itself.,
"When the time, comes Metal Man, you will see why I stand here. I am not here to stop the inevitable, I am here to see who can be saved" She looked at him, "How little you understand."

"You're absolutely right," the Metal Man responded. "Just because I've been right every time up until now doesn't guarantee that I'm going to be right this time--but mark my words: people will suffer for what you've left undone."

As he stood, his swords once again extended. "Well, reaper?" he asked. "What's it going to be?"

"You are like the rest," She shook her head and sighed sadly, "When things to wrong, you look to the heavens for help when the solution is in front of you. I know people will suffer but they will suffer regardless. Everyone on this planet is going to die, no matter what you do, no matter what I do. The effect has been in motion for millenia, there is no stopping it. On the other hand, if you think you can defeat Hell itself, then try. I'm not going to stop you"

"I think that, and i can't belive that I'v done this somany times in one day, agree with Juliea. The coming war wil kill all who remain on the mortal plane, leaving the victor to rebuild the universe in thier idea of perfection. No matter what you do, no matter how many you save, they will eventualy be extinguished, it is the purpose of life, to die." Carnage said, rising from his seat "But, if you want to avoid me seeing your demise then I will leave, one death will make little differance compaired to that of an angel. By the way Juliea, i don't intend to kill her, nor convert her, rather to take her to purgetory or even limbo where she can do no harm. Surely God could make another one if he truely wished to sweep the world of life."

"She is an Angel of the Lord," Julia replied stubbornly, "She comes with me, her brother too. They do not deserve limbo so they will not have it. Say what you like Carnage but they come with me before the end. She will be essential then anyway" Julia thought of the other three horsemen, missing one, not as effective.

Orin growled for a moment, before lowering the blade.
"Please return the blade at least." She pointed at the scythe and back to Kain and the scythe flew back to Kain who caught it in midair.
"The next time we meet, I assure you I will not be so reasonable." She slashed with the scythe, then half stepped through the gap.
"Anyone going to Tokyo?"

A shadow watched. Eyes of purple stared intently at the group, taking in every detail. It would have been invisible, except perhaps to Julia and Carnage, and 2 of its 5 eyes watched them.

"I will see you there reaper, perhapse we will work together after all, i can garentee you i have not forgoten your earlyer betrail" he said to Orin, to Juliea he said "Let the race begin then. May the best spirit win!" and steped thrugh a swirling cirle of flame, emerging along side the plane, once more in his mokery of an angel form, keeping pace with the plane with relative ease he waved in thrugh one of the windows at Seth, a broad grin on his face.

Seth knew the flight to Tokyo would be a long one, and they would have company. There was no more escaping, not with demons and angels and Death and God knows what else following them, but they would run as long as they could, even if it was delaying the inevitable. No one, he felt, save for God Himself, knew the true purpose of the Angel. Doomsday, of course, but exactly what role Nadoka would play their was unspecified. There were four, of course: Pestilence, War, Conquest, and Death. Death was quite possibly Orin, but it was equally likely she was just another Reaper, and not the Horseman of the End Times. Allies, enemies and observers circled everywhere, only causing more death and destruction. If everyone would stop trying to help, he thought, then maybe we could actually get something done, with minimal loss of life.
Seth saw Carnage, out the window. "RRARRHG!" he screamed, pointing at him. Even as he pointed a second shadow demon appeared outside the plane, grabbing the demon in a bear hug. While larger then Carnage in this form, the shadow demon was a summoned demon, far less powerful then an actual major demon of Hell. It couldn't hope to defeat him, in it's semisentiant mind, but it could slow him down considerably.

Kash smiled and relaxed as he was grabbed by his enemys, he put his hands behind his back " Well, it was a nice try wasnt it?"

Don't they know how I'd like to rest?

As the fallen angel began its travel through the vortex, Pete the AI unleashed a bolt of lightning on the portal, hoping to disrupt it. Instead, it kept it open.

"I bid you adieu, then, reaper," the Metal Man said, "I've still got a lesson in manners to deliver." And, with that, he shot through the portal himself.

In a moment, he had appeared beside the airplane that had recently taken off. He found the fallen angel there--along with a new friend--or was it a fiend? It was difficult to tell. Either way, it had a good grip around the hellspawn's body--almost enough to inconvenience it as it flapped its wings to keep up with the jet airliner.

He couldn't talk to the thing because there was too much wind. He couldn't even smile because his face had been burned off. So, instead, he got straight to the point. He moved around to the front of the thing and threw a nice, sturdy punch straight at its face. Manners 101. Class is now in session.

"Some people just dont know when to quit!!" Carnage yelled, moving the shadow deamon intoi the path of MMs punch "Seeing as your so well in manners perhapse you could tell me the nicest way to rip your organs apart?" he continued, his voice easily carrying across the windswept, barren span of sky.

With a few swift movements carnage sliced the arms of the shadow deamon with the tip of an arrow, fitted it to his bow and fired at MMs back.

Naturally the punch went straight though the shadow demon, hence the "shadow" part. But the arrow point cut away it's arms and it tumbled, latching onto the side of the plane. Regrowing the arms as swiftly as it had lost them, it stubbornly attacked again, grappling onto Carnage as he tried to shoot an arrow at TMM, hopefully throwing off his aim. Inside the plane Seth stood at the window, watching, directing the shadow demon's movements like a puppet. Sam was blissfully unaware of the fight taking place outside, but this gave Seth an idea. If the demon refused to be beaten off, then perhaps the plane could finalize the job? Even as he thought he watched the new arrival, the one who had so rudely punched a hole in their plane. He appeared to have no face, somekind of metal underneth. A cyborg. But whos? Heaven's, Hell's, the government's, freelance? The important part was that he was fighting Carnage. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Seth smiled.

Approaching the plane from below was Julia, beating her wings hard to keep up with the jets, she could see it jerking and moving under the attacks from the Demons. She had to make sure the Fallen Horsewoman survived this and returned to her rightful place in the Kingdom. She was one of the Horsemen, all they had to do was find the other three. The prophecy of the Lord himself,
"When the four corners of doom shall met as one
Then the fate of the world is sealed and done"

OOC: How can you aim an arrow at the back of someone who's facing you? How could TMM get to the point of punching Carnage in the face without flying around in front of him first?

Maybe the arrow was shot past TMM and turned around, like a guided missile?

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"Ask yourself that question," the Metal Man replied, "and I'm sure that you'd answer as I do: the most polite way is not to."

As he was saying this, though it was probably lost on the wind (they were, after all, flying at well over 300 miles per hour, chump change for an international jet airliner), several things happened.

First, the arrow flew past the cyborg. This did not mean that he stopped watching it. Anything that could fly that fast while its wielder was keeping up with a jet airplane needed to be watched. Then, sure enough, it turned in the air, and came back at the cyborg from behind.

The skull-like metal casing that now served as the Metal Man's head, since the skin had been burned off of it, barely shifted as the rest of his body did, causing the arrow to just miss him. Now, it was heading toward the fallen angel. This did not last for long. It turned in the air again, this time to avoid its owner--and ran straight into a well-aimed plasma bolt. No more arrow.

The Metal Man's right sword extended again. Still facing the fallen angel, he thrust straight for its head. It dodged easily--but this was as intended. The sword arced gently to the cyborg's left and neatly severed the angel's bowstring. It popped with a soft twang. Then, the blade sliced into the armor on the hand that was behind the bow. Finally, the left sword extended and came up.

It wasn't the Metal Man's strength or speed that made him dangerous in combat. It was his foresight. Part of the thrill of battle was the chess game that he played, anticipating moves and planning his own. Like the fallen angel, he used combinations, not individual blows, and was usually ready when his opponent moved. This was why the cyborg could go a few rounds against not one but two reapers and walk away unscathed. So far, the fallen angel had been too caught up in his own egotistical little world to recognize this. He had even failed to press his advantage when he could have used the reapers to help him damage the cyborg. Now, it was he who was at a numerical disadvantage, and the Metal Man would not make the same mistake.

ooc: sry i meant t say i circled around him, ill edit post in a sec.

"True" Carnage replyed, moments before his bowstrink was cut and a sword passed thrugh his hand "I grow weary of your intervention, ill give you this last chance to leave well enugh alone or i shall send what soul you have left to hell, sortly followed by your body." he snarled angrily, grabing the shadow deamon by the throght and ripping it in half, hurling it to one side and throwing a fire ball at each half.

The shadow demon ripped apart with a sound like cloth tearing, and the hellfire burned it into nothing. It had been no match for the strength and power of the demon. Seth watched as Carnage and the cyborg dueled in midair, clocking over three hundred miles an hour. He shook his head and watched. If the cyborg could defeat the demon, it was all very well and good. If not, Seth would go out there himself. Not a prospect he relished, but if he had to, he had to. He sensed the angel, the bystander, was near, but wether she would help or not was unknowable. Licking his lips, Seth conjured another three shadow demons where the one had been killed. No different from their vanquished brother, these also attacked Carnage, seizing his arms, ripping at his wings, gorging his eyes and generally doing anything they could to distract him so the cyborg could go for a killing blow.

"ENUGH!!" screached Carnage, a wave of energy rippling from his body and nocking his oponents back "I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN, SETH! MARK MY WORDS, NO WHERE IS SAFE FOR HER!" he yelled at the plane before performing a series of very complex airial manuvers and desending down to earth, nearing the speed of sound qas he impacted in the ground, causing a relativly large, deep hole in the shape of an angel i nthe middle of the forest.

At the botom of the hole a portal opend briefly and Carnage passed thrugh it, closing it behind him to be on the safe side.

Julia now landed in the plane and looked at the Demons that Seth had summoned,
"Expecting company?" She asked, eyebrows raised.

Orin watched, looking on from the cover of a cloud. The demon had escaped, for now at least, and the Angel had entered the plane and was talking to the Horsewoman and the other. The MM? He was a threat, no doubt. She appeared in the plane, not saying anything but listening.

Seth noticed Orin appear as Julia came in. "Yeah," he said, snapping his fingers. The shadow demons vanished, and outside the plane it began to rain, dark clouds grumbling with thunder. "He's gone now, but he'll be back. God knows what else will follow."
OOC: Have to go eat dinner now, guys, but I'll be back on in no less then an hour.

"I see," She looked around, "I know he will be back and I have a solution for you" She smiled

Seth looked at Julia. "Oh? And what do you propose?" Nadoka was looking at the angel now, strangly drawn to her. An unexplainable, but undeniable, attraction. Not sexual, not even emotional, more like a force of gravity. She leaned forward, almost as if to be closer to Julia.

Kash was put inisde a van and a strayjacket was put onto him, he smiled still knowing this was rather temporary.