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| Angels and Ministers of Grace, Defend Us!; Be thy intents wicked or charitable.. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 30 2006, 12:17 PM (740 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Apr 30 2006, 12:17 PM Post #1 |
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Footsteps echoed through the hall, the harsh sound of a boot colliding with metal resounding off the walls. The hum of machinery and the buzz of electronica emanated throught the thick alloy walls. Altogether, it was a large collection of noises, yet the maker of the footsteps heard nothing of them. There was the fact that she was used to them and that she had headphones securely plugged into her ears. She wasn't paying any attention to the song or the the words that preyed upon her eardrum, whispering their wicked spell. Her lips corresponded, silently mouthing the words without Grace's notice. She was staring forward in the dimly lit metal tunnel, walking slowly with intent. Wake from your sleep, the drying of your tears.. The cord that connected the headphones to the MP3 player in her pocket was coiled around her hand. It looped around her index finger and dipped underneath her thumb, the cool plastic rubbing against her skin. Her gaze shifted from the end of the tunnel and drifted down to the hand, looking at the wire that seemed to be attatched to her. Today we escape, we escape.. Her head snapped up when she realized that someone else was in the tunnel with her. She gave a hasty nod and a smile to show that she acknowledged the familiar face. But it soon passed by her and she was alone once more. A tease of her hair had found its way to become loose from the ponytail she had ordered it up in. It streamed along the side of her face, fluttering with in the speed that Grace walked down the corridor. Pack and get dressed, before your father hears us.. Today we escape, we escape.. Before Grace knew it, she was at the bridge. Her fingers delved into her pocket and turned the player down, but did not stop the music completely. A few more nods and smiles to those she knew as she manuevered around the computers and thick wires that protruded from the floor. Breathe, keep breathing.. Don't loose your nerve.. She sat herself down in one of the many chairs that faced a screen and a keyboard. Her fingers tapped idly on the keys, her smile contorting into a small frown as she considered what she was actually supposed to be doing. Sing us a song, a song to keep us warm.. There's such a chill, such a chill.. She began to type, her eyes never leaving the large screen as the tapping continued incesantly. Grace was documenting the current status of the MTT project. Numerous failures and few successes came up as she browsed the archives. A wave of sound flooded her ears as the climax of the song crept up on her. You can laugh, a spineless laugh.. Grace blinked and squeezed her eyes hard. Her vision had flickered for a moment. They opened once more, no, it was the screen that had flickered. Her fingers were still pressing upon a key. Realizing this, Grace hastily retrieved her finger. And all hell broke loose. We hope your rules and wisdom choke you.. Grace was forcibly pushed backwards, all air pushed out of her lungs as some unknown force ripped her from her seat. Air whistled in her ears, yet the music kept on playing, unaffected. And now we are one, in everlasting peace.. We hope that you choke, that you choke.. We hope that you choke, that you choke.. The next thing Grace felt was hard stone slamming against her back and head, a loud groan escaping her lips before she was lost to the new world that surrounded her. |
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| Deleted User | Apr 30 2006, 12:28 PM Post #2 |
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Perhaps it was the absense of music and a new set of sounds that woke Grace. Or it could've been the throbbing pain she felt at the back of her head and the stiffness in her back. Her eyes slowly flickered open to the new light she basked in. She winced at the sharp taste of blo.od in her mouth and she slowly sat up, making sure that she hadn't broken anything. Grace ran a hand through her hair and looked down at it. Sure enough, dried crimson was encrusted in her blond.e locks. After assessing her injuries, Grace cautiously stood. Her hand went straight to her hip, where one of her two guns lay in its holster. Her grey eyes swept over her surroundings, visibly shaken by both her fall and where she was. It appeared to be.. ruins? That couldn't be right. The smell of salt and sea invaded her nostrils and the sound of birds and wind filled her ears. This wasn't TR, nor anything she had ever known. In her amazement and surprise, her hand drifted away from her weaponry. A whispered oath came from her mouth as she admired this knew world. "Where the hell am I?" |
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| Deleted User | May 1 2006, 09:07 AM Post #3 |
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Mers had just finished bundling up the last of the crystals he had been seeking, making a long route through the entire section of ruins, getting one energy shards from each buildings. When he had gotten the 6 he needed he tied them together simply, tucking them away into the small pack that he had used so avidly already, stuffing it deeper within its small amount of space left. Sighing, he stepped out into the un again, his pale sin reflecting it like polished marble, making the man look like another one of the damaged statues littered throughout the ruins, his body still as he listened. He was thinking of going back and finding that black skinned girl he had met earlier, maybe enjoy some company, after all he was much too tired to be bitter now. His head jarred to the right, the sound of crushing skin, a smash of a body, someone falling, it ripped through his head, pushing his previous thoughts to the side, a distraction. Taking a few silent steps to his side he leered over a crumbled wall, spying the light haired woman that was now on the ground just a few meters away. He watched her quietly as she rose to a sit, then a stand, eyeing her features with caution, he thought he knew her, but that couldn't be right, he had only known two blonde women in his life, just two. But it wasn't that fact that made him speak, no, not that at all, it ws her uniform, the 'TR' emblem was like a burning coal in his eyes, the red letters carving themselves into his mind once again, he reacted almost the instant he noticed it. His hands went to his lone pistol, drawing the weapon, pointing it at her head, everything but his upper half was hidden by the rock. "Welcome to Syumo," Mers said in a monotone, a glare locked onto her, "Put your hands up, or you will soon venture to another foreign land..." He was still, his mouth making out the words with almost no movement, his stiff body ready to for nearly anything that she could throw at him, she looked like an Ensign, it would be an easy thing to aviod. |
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| Deleted User | May 1 2006, 03:11 PM Post #4 |
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Grace froze on the spot, the only part of her moving was her eyes. They swung over to the source of the voice, silver irises coming to a rest in the almond-shaped curves of her eyes. Her hand drifted up to her side, resting on the Glock at her hip once more. Grace made it seem as if she was considering putting her hands up, her elbows twitching a few centimeters higher every so often. But her mind was calculating different options at a rapid pace. Just as she was about to raise her hands above her head, she dropped onto the unforgiving ground. Grace was given just enough time to roll to a different location and unleash her two guns in her hands. She felt lucky, actually. The ruins made a strategic battle ground. She'd only been in a fire fight once or twice, but the experience had been enough for her to know which conditions were best and how to hide. Grace, while subtle and prone to passiveness rather than , was an excellent interrogator. She used methods that weren't painful, per say, but mentally taxing on whomever was unfortunate enough to suffer her wrath. Grace pushed herself up from the grassy floor, slinking around a decripted pillar to come into view, and distance, of Mers. She leaned up against the relic, a confident aura in her posture and smile. The guns were resting in her hands as if they had been made for her alone, they fit every contor and crevice of her fingers. "One world a day is enough for me. Besides, I was taught to never take orders from strangers." |
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| Deleted User | May 1 2006, 10:53 PM Post #5 |
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Two shots rang out as she moved to dodge, dust and gravel being throw up, once in the spot where she had been and once more on the ruins she was now hiding behind. Bits of rock falling to the ground as the echoing din made its way through out the entire area, the pistols he carried were purposely louder then necessary, bits of the barrel hollowed out to increase the vibrations, something done for Mers’ own personal liking. “That’s unwise you know…” He said with disgust, calling over to her position, “I never miss on my third shot…” He nodded, that was a fact, more of a tradition really. Smirking, he ducked under the wall he had fired over, pressing himself against the wall and side-stepping to the edge, getting a better angle on his foe. He peered around the corner, barely catching sight of her; these ruins were awfully cumbersome in a firefight. “I didn’t expect you to know that though,” Mers uttered, shaking his head, “They never tell you TR scum about the older soldiers…” He spoke menacingly, pulling back the hammer and releasing it, making the standard click that was prevalent in nearly all pistols, “But hell, if you use Glocks, you wouldn’t care much about anything…” He spoke to her directly, as he always liked in combat, making assessments about his combatants character solely on their weapon choice and tactics. |
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| Deleted User | May 2 2006, 03:03 PM Post #6 |
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ooc/ Oh lordy. Tricky asked her brother about cool handguns and he said to go with the Glock. I have no mind for military tactics whatsoever. :reels: "Fascinating. Because I make it a priority to evade the third shot." Grace didn't let her guard nor her guns down for a second, but her posture and smile was getting more and more casual by the minute. She made the pillar seem like home, letting her bruised back recline against it like a familiar matress. The adrenaline was hightened due to her situation and, oddly enough, her surroundings. It was bright morning and the new smells were intriguing and took weight off of her chest. For one, the atmosphere was not trying to crush you into oblivion and there was no hull to be breached. Unless, of course, this was all a dream. "Let me guess.. TRCC? You're one to talk, traitorous slime. If I remember correctly, the last time the MTT project was put into effect, one of your kind tried to sabotage it. The archives are increasingly accurate." Grace let a shot loose, purposefully aiming it inches away from Mers. The bullet left the gun faster than time could catch up with it, burying itself into the ancient stone. "I judge a man not by his weaponry, but how long he remains without a bullet lodged in his skull." |
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| Deleted User | May 2 2006, 07:51 PM Post #7 |
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(That is why you fail! Learn about the guns you say you have! Glocks fire in burst rounds, usually 3 to 4 bullets at a time, making it inaccurate but deadly as hell! Mers: Yes, you just confirmed your insolence in military knowledge… : Shut it Mers! This isn’t an OOC topic!) “Your will and order of priority are little in the way of defense against a well placed shot and proper timing,” He nodded, his body starting to move when her shot(s) ricocheting off the ground just in front of him, dust being kicked up much like when his rounds had struck the earth.. His nod turning to a shake he rolled forward, gaining a more strategic position among the ruins, he was closer now. Able to get a narrow peek at her torso, not the shot he wanted, but it would do if she proved to be a menace. “But I suppose they don’t teach proper tactics back at the old barracks, when it comes between profits and training that made their choose, and look who gets punished for that, a poor officer…” He trailed off, her rank would be empty to him until he knew her name, most of the time he could manage to spy the reading on their name plate. However, she had been a bit too quick for him, that and the angle he saw it at he could barely make out the first letter, a ‘G’ or a ‘C’. “No matter, you can fill in the blank at your leisure, but then again they tend to leave nameless officers to die,” He shrugged, taking up his pistol and getting a bead on her abdomen, his blank eyes focusing, “And about that MTT project, ‘my kind’ didn’t ‘try’ to sabotage it, I was the lone man who stopped it that day, I didn’t ‘try’ I did…” He squeezed on the trigger, a single round whizzing out of the chamber, making its spiraled trail towards her mid-section. |
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| Deleted User | May 2 2006, 08:15 PM Post #8 |
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Grace, moved sharply, pressing her back fully against the crumbling pillar and shoving her guns into her elastic waistline. She slapped her hands against the cool stone behind her with frightening force. With the momentum she gained from the push, she swung her legs up with as much agility as she could muster. Speed, speed was the key in all of her manuevers. She was able to wedge her boot into the crevice in the pillar, flipping upwards to the top and sitting upon its sloped service. The shots knocked harmlessly into the marble, right where her stomach had been moments before. "The name is Grace. Grace Mers. But I doubt my name really matters. What matters is that you're one of the sole reasons my job has been difficult as of late. Really, I must commend the TRCC on their ability to create soldiers with high breaking points. Why, the last one that I had to deal with remained a good few days under water tor.ture and needles being jammed underneath his fingernails." She kept her guns at her hips, swinging her legs playfully, as if this was a simple game of hide-and-seek. "This place, Syumo is it? Syumo's quite different from home. I can't remember ever hearing real birds other than through the ambiance." Grace wriggled her right leg and swung it forward, a glinting object thrown into the air. Her hand went out to grab it and bring it back to her. A small revolver that's barrel gleamed dangerously in the morning sun was now in Grace's palm. Luckily she had armed herself well that morning. "I should kill you for sabotaging that project, but I'm a rather merciful person." |
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| Deleted User | May 2 2006, 08:37 PM Post #9 |
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“An acrobat AND a liar…” He muttered, slamming his wrist down onto the new wall in front of him, pushing upward and hopping over the short section, his plate mail creaking and shifting as he moved, it was hard to make the maneuvers he wanted in the suit but the stuff was very protective, dodging bullets as you get older gets harder and harder. He made a bolt towards the area where she had been, skidding to a stop underneath a terrace near her, hastily looking for a structure he had been searching for, he was angry. “I have to hand to it to you girl,” He spoke loudly so she could hear him from above, “You do seem to know speechcraft. Good skill, but only when you can come up with better rubbish then your opponent,” He noted, “Bluffing only gets you so far with me, but it will get you to the fourth shot it seems…” “But don’t get me wrong, I can’t blame you for trying, learning to speak in combat is a good thing to learn, hardly something for all folks, you can raise your head from the trench to call Hans and get an artillery shell as a reply,” Mers shrugged, seeing the small crack he was looking for, “I mean, torture is nothing to speak about now, especially something as basic as needles and water!” He knew his fair share of excruciating tortures, he saw little merit in her boasts. |
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| Deleted User | May 2 2006, 08:49 PM Post #10 |
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"You just insulted your own troops, you know. One of your own crumbled at the basics. I wonder how long you'd last." Grace twirled the revolver in her hand haphhazardly, actually resting her chin on the muzzel of the gun. Her finger was on the trigger, but she seemed either not to notice or not to care. She shifted on her perch with a yawn, crossing her legs. "I haven't bluffed. 'Fraid I'm blessed with the gift of honesty. Besides, I find it very enjoyable to have a friendly conversation with my enemies. Helps me pick their flaws out with ease." She stopped playing with the gun as a smirk settled on her lips. "And I'm not sure how you can call me a liar so easily. What would I get from lying?" |
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| Deleted User | May 2 2006, 10:09 PM Post #11 |
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“Only a liar would be foolish enough to steal something,” He retorted, “Only a liar would take something that is of value to one,” he spoke boldly, “Only a liar would pretend to be my little girl…” His words finished harshly, twisting his wrist and firing several shots along the crack he had discovered, splitting the rock above him, the foundation crumbling as he made a rolling dive forward, getting some cover. “Only a liar would fall…” He hissed quietly, watching the pillars quake and rumble as the terrace collapsed, pulling stone foundations and debris to a shallow grave, the white dust being a fog like no other, veiling the ruins with an eerie sheet, blocking the light just barely, giving the white haze a darkened under glow. “Grace is dead, and soon you will be…” Mers said, rising, strolling forward, out in the open, “My daughters name is not something to steal lass…” He raised his pistol, spinning it on his finger as he walked, anger exuding from his pores, a dark aura that followed him. |
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| Deleted User | May 3 2006, 02:58 PM Post #12 |
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Grace found the foundation ripped from underneath her feet, a choking white dust smothering everything in its path. She instinctively covered her mouth and nose with her hand, making no sound nor erupting into coughing fits as she tried to find her way through this new obstacle. She too, was angry. In fact, she was seething. She was no theif, and this stranger had the nerve to say that she stole his daughter's name. Like hell she did, and Grace was fully prepared to let him know it. The path through the rubble cleared ever so slightly, allowing Grace to hurtle along it and right towards Mers. Before she herself was aware, her Glock was at his forehead and she was mere feet away from him. Her eyes were twin beams of hatred, her teeth were so tightly clenched together that they began to make her jaw ache. "I am not a theif, stranger. I was named after Jim Mers, the greatest soldier this or any other world has ever known. His name was the only thing he left behind, the only memory I have of him. And now you say that I have stolen it? You are the liar..." The hand that did not hold the gun was shaking, but her expression never wavered. |
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| Deleted User | May 3 2006, 06:46 PM Post #13 |
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“You…” His pale lips curved, the word floating from within him as the clear air sifted through the white haze that enshrouded him, his hand stiffened holding the pistol tightly by the handle, letting the silence creep inward. The call of gulls and the crash of waves remained silent, taking an intermission for this meeting. His expression turned to one of doubt and confusion, he couldn’t wrap his mind around it, she was so, alive. “No…” He sputtered, taking a step backwards, the aim of his pistol quivering and lowering, “You died!” His jaw locked, an angry war cry being released from his throat, he constricted his hand, shells being pumped from the weapon into the ground to her sides, slightly behind her. He kept clicking his fingers until the weapon ended its volley of shells, the weapons firing pins clicking as he continued to pull the trigger. His face contorted as he emptied his clips, his hands stopping abruptly after a moment, returning his pistol to its holster. “You,” He pointed at her, her gun still toted, “How can you be alive? I saw you die, but that was over 30 years ago…” He sputtered, “They told me that Grace was dead…” He whispered, his colorless eyes reeling. His mind felt splintered, the barrier, the protection, his shelled life was unready, and there was no way that his Grace was the one that stood before him. “Jim Denark Mers…” He managed to speak in a more audible tone, “I’ve gotten so used to commander…” |
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| Deleted User | May 3 2006, 07:38 PM Post #14 |
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Grace slowly lowered her own gun, her temper quelled for the moment. The man-no, her father-was obviously having trouble coping with the fact that she was, indeed, alive. This could be established by the way he shot at the ground near her and kept on trying to shoot even after all his ammo had been used up. Even if he was TRCC scum, he seemed to be geniunely confused by her existance and even a little upset. Which meant that he truly could be her father. He'd said his middle name, after all, and very few people had access to such information. "All it takes is a mere speck of a person, something left behind, to resurrect them. You should know that by now. In my case, they found my fingerprint on a photo. Of my mother. Cloned me, fabricated a memory for me. They told me that you were M.I.A, and probably dea.d. 'He'd have died a hero's dea.th', they told me. I suppose it was for the better, considering we're mortal enemies." Grace's posture relaxed, biting her lip and backing up ever so slightly. "So this is the face of the man I've had so many dreams about.." |
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| Deleted User | May 3 2006, 10:14 PM Post #15 |
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“Those filthy bastards…” Mers swore under his own breath, “They were always looking for some way to get me, keep me in line…” He spoke the second bit so she could hear contempt and spite growing even more for a company that had taken him where he never wanted to go. Taken him to where evil lived, shown him where the hearts of millions were taken, and made him smell the stench of death. “Grace…” Mers spoke, taking a step forward, “They lied to you, as they did to me, I never went MIA, not even AWOL, I just switched sides, both knowingly. I wasn’t a hero, I’m not a hero, I was a traitor, I am a traitor,” He nodded while he spoke, his foot hesitating as he walked, wondering to keep forward. She looked just like he had remembered, but she was so much different. “I’ve been living for so long doing this, and now…” He paused, “And now I can’t even remember my little girl’s voice, her quirks, her eyes…” He shook his head, stopping again, looking at the ground, “You were right in front of me, and I nearly shot you, three times…” He sighed heavily, looking up again, the white haze collecting on the bits of moisture around his lower eyes, making it have a chalk like effect. |
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