The Nightmane Chronicles [DON&#039;T DELETE]

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((I am going to assume you've done this before for the sake of good RP))

Suddenly a crash of mixed sounds broke the peace as a black Suv suddenly bursted into the allayway, on the other side a white car blocked the entrance, the driver aiming some sort of gun out the window while a person in the passenger seat was aiming a rifle of some sort.

The Suv opened its doors and out rushed a group of hooded men and women, about six in total, it was obvious already that they were F-Laws, the perfect coordination and strange looking firearms made it obvious. They were dressed like criminals, commmon thugs, it was the disguise they commonly used when doing urban operations where regulars spotting them were almost impossible to avoid, to them it would look like a gang shootout and not what it actualy was.

A Red dot found its way to comets temple as the other F-Laws quickly surrounded her, one of the women darted forward under the cover of her peers, lowering down to check the broken body of the fullbring Comet had killed.

"No Pulse" She motioned by slicing her hand across her own throat in a signal that he was gone.

One of the F-Laws removed his hood and stepped forward, revealing his own identity to Comet, he was no more than 17-18 judging by his build, he had short blond/brown hair with a couple of eyes with mixed colors of green and blue, he had a feminim face but his eyes were sharp like razors and his mouth was gritted in anger.

She knew who it was of course, it was hard to mistake one of Mr.Mitsuteris children, they all shared the same distinct feminim features and those who had inherited his eyes were even easier to spot.

"Bastard.. This is the third time this week."

His name was Acre, Mitsuteri Acre, the second youngest son, and third eldest child of the mistuteri-rin household, he had joined the F-Laws just about a month ago but had somehow managed to get into a leader position completely without the aid of his father within a single week.. He was known as being a bit of a hardass, loving rules and regulations above all things else, a real F-Law fanatic.

"These targets have not even been announced as Lawless yet, still you somehow always know what targets to seek out, mind sharing with me WHY that is?"

The other F-Laws had lowered their weapons and had started cleaning up the bloody-mess that she had left behind, two people dragging the remains of the FUllbring into the back of the SUV.

Memories are the materials of a Soul, it is what makes and defines you.
And as such, blood is the currency of the soul, the silver plate of the will.

(Work in progress)

Apr 19, 2012 7:22 PM

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It seemed that the F-laws had gotten there earlier than usual, most unusual indeed. As anyone might do in a situation where guns were pointed at them, she sheathes her sword and raises her hands into the air to show that she wasn't going to do anything stupid.

"To make it look somewhat normal. Clever." She complimented them for their disguises and guns. "Unfortunately it's a little too organized for these neighborhoods...good attempt though. Also, if it isn't obvious from the hole in his chest, he's kind of dead."

Comet was smiling widely and found it hard to stifle her laughter. "And the 17th one this month...god you're all slo-ohh. You're one of the...oh what was the name?" She asked with the name being on the tip of her tongue. She drops her arms but shows no sign of aggression while she snaps her finger repeatedly. "I can't quite place it...Mi...itsa...Mitsu...bishi? Oh, Mitsuteri! One of those boys. I'm guessing from the amount of officers you brought that this was a particularly dangerous character? Or more likely, and please humor me here, he wasn't very a threat at all? Why else would they risk such a precious bit of cargo?"

She stands there and mocks him as he speaks by gesturing with her hand that he was talking too much. "Well I'll be glad to tell you...however, I have no obligation to do so. Catch my drift?"

It wasn't that Comet was trying to get herself shot or anything, but she didn't feel like cooperating. "There are many logical reasons as to how I know. I could have someone on the inside, or maybe it's just my fullbring? Who knows?"

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Apr 19, 2012 8:13 PM

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Comet yawned, knowing it as an idle threat at best. They would never find her source and with that in mind she heads back to the penthouse, staying away from the streets of course since her clothes were a little bloodied.

Then a pain hits her chest and she's left gasping for air. She did have a broken rib after all...should she go to the hospital? No. She didn't want the police giving her any sort of attention and so she takes the rooftop route, making sure she wasn't followed.

Time passes...
"You look like shit." Jarreth says with some concern for her.

"The bastard hit me pretty hard. I ran into some F-laws too."

"Were you followed?"
"No. I made sure of it."
"They're pretty shady you know..."
"I kind of know tha-hey, where'd my soda go?"
"Nowhere" Jarreth hid the now empty can of soda.
"Fine, I'm having the last of the cake..."
"Aww...I wanted it."
"My birthday cake, I get the last slice."

Apr 20, 2012 5:32 PM

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Night passes in Reno. Comet’s blue eyes gaze at her ceiling,; last nights events playing over and over in her head. Something didn’t feel right.

Flashback
“Hmm?” Jarreth seemed surprised after looking at his monitor, piquing Comet’s interest.
“What is it?”
“Looks like there’s another one, public enemy numero uno.”
“Let me see.” Comet pushes Jarreth aside and looks at the monitor. “Phoenix? What kind of info is that?”
“It’s the only info they have on him.”
“I can see that.”
“Comet…I don’t think you should-“
“Don’t think I should what? Go after him? Since when have you been so concerned for my wellbeing?”
“My gut is telling me to stop you.”
“Really? My gut is telling me that his head is mine.”
End of Flashback.

She left with a huff after that and went home. A small place in the boonies with only one room. As you can imagine, she had job which barely paid her enough to afford this place. She sits up in her futon and curses her fate, then after getting a shower and getting dressed she heads out. Usually she’d see Jarreth but today…she was still mad at him. He never showed concern before and last night she could have sworn he thought she wasn’t strong enough.

“I’ll show him…” She thought. “I’ll show all of them all.” In frustration she kicks a small rock down the sidewalk, but kicks a little too hard and the rock flies right into the forehead of a young girl. The girls head reels back from the impact and she shouts what sounds like “Mukyuu!” in pain.

“Mukyuu?” Comet wondered about that but had to keep appearances. “Oh, I’m sorry!” She said in the most apologetic tone she could fake. It actually seemed legitimate.
“Aww, that’s ok.” The girl smiles. Now that Comet gets a good look at her, she seems very suspicious. Long and flowing white hair, red eyes, pale skin, an off-white blouse, and red pants with suspenders. No one wears suspenders; then again, Comet was pretty sure she was the only one who wore so much green so maybe she shouldn’t be pointing fingers. She attributes it to nothing and the two girls go their separate ways but Comet couldn’t shake the feeling that they would meet again.

She walked aimlessly around the city hoping to pick up something odd when she feels something. A fullbringer. Comet chases down the feeling in excitement but is inevitably disappointed. She knew the girl and she was in a restaurant, a member of the F-laws and one of her contacts, Alicia. She too had an odd fashion sense but that came from being nobility. Alicia notices Comet and beckons her inside with her standard coy smirk.

Comet didn’t see much choice and so sits down across from her. She has black hair, blue eyes, a regal air about her, a dress, and a perpetual smirk that just says “I’m better than you!”
Appearances aside, she and Comet got along well enough. Just one thing started to bug Comet…”I just noticed but…I’m poor and have a lot of rich friends.”
“Makes you feel poorer doesn’t it?”
“I know, right!?”
“Makes me feel even richer~”
“I knew you’d say that…”
“Oh don’t be so green~” Alicia laughs.
Comet face palms, “That was horrible. Even for you.”
“I try~ So comet, what have you been up to lately? Still doing the F-laws work for them?”
“Well about that…”

Comet tells the story about last night. The seemingly immortal Fullbringer and the F-laws scolding her.
“Of all people you ended up with that hardass? That’s a riot.”
“Then why aren’t you laughing?”
“Hahahahahahaha~” Alicia laughed monotonously, adding to her sarcasm.
“I can just leave you know.”
“So do you have any new targets?”
“I do actually.”
Alicia brought her cup of tea to her mouth for a drink. “Oh?”
“Phoenix.”
Enter the nobles spit take. “Mind running that by me again?”
“Phee…nex”
“I heard you the first time.” Alicia clears her throat. “Well I wish you luck.”
“Nice try sweetcakes, you already lost your composure.”
Alicia clicks her tongue in agitation and hands Comet a fifty dollar bill. “Dammit…fine.”
“Heehee~ Money~” Comet grins as she pockets it.
They had an agreement. Everytime Alicia lost her composure she would pay Comet $50. It was a win-win. Comet got more money and Alicia got more composure training.
“Say Comet. Why Phoenix?”
“You think I can’t take him?”
“I know you can’t take him…he’s eaten far more experienced fullbringer than you. I don’t think even my blood manipulation can take him on without difficulty.”
“If you’re so concerned then let me borrow it.”
“No thanks, I’d rather not lose it.”
“No faith in my victory, huh?”
“Not a single one.”
“Well I guess I’ll see you later the-Alicia?”
“Yes?”
“How long have we been in a barrier?”
There was no answer from her friend as every last person has vanished from view. Everyone except for her and a tall man who grinned at her. Before Comet could get up, she was assaulted by flames. It could only be the man called Phoenix.

She drew her sword and charged at the man, narrowly dodging his punch and driving her blade onto his leg. The man cried out as the blade cut an enormous gash into his leg and responded with a fireball. Comet deftly sidesteps it and leaps towards the man but notices something amiss. The man is suddenly gasping for air as something pushes its way through his chest. It was a human hand…

“I would like my power back, thank you very much…” a familiar voice says to the dying man. It was that girl from earlier. The one she had kicked the rock into…can’t say Comet wasn’t expecting a development like this.
“Really?”
“What?”
“A mysterious girl out of nowhere turns out to be the big bad? This is like a horribly written shonen manga.”
“Well them’s the ropes I’m afraid.”
“Don’t tell me…you’re the real phoenix.”
“Yup.” The girl didn’t seem that surprised either even as Comet sheathed her sword. “Not going to fight?”
“Why would I do that when I just cut your head off?”
As suddenly as the man from last night, the girls head flew off of her body. However, it seems to be smiling as it fizzles out. The body wretches and convulses as a new head is sickeningly grown from the neck up.
“I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t do that…Comet Nightmane.”

“How do you know my name?” Comet asks, a bit worried now. Her body screams at her to run but her legs are firmly planted into their position.
“Oh come now. Surely you can think of a better question than that.” Phoenix walked into striking range as she spoke.
“Fine then…how did you do that? Was that your fullbring?”
“Yes and no.”
Comet’s face contorts into an irritated scowl as she draws her sword and swings it down towards the girls head. To her horror, she makes no attempt to dodge as she is sliced clean in four. Straight down from head to groin and her arms severed. The girl laughs as her body pulls itself together, flames sodding the cuts together.

Now would be a good time to run, Comet thought and does just that, running as fast as she can with fireballs and Phoenix trailing after her. “Shit…”
“What’s the matter? Hunt me down and then run away?” Phoenix smirked and with snaps of her fingers, the air around Comet seemed to explode.
“Screw you!” Comet screams as she reaches into a nearby building, pulling out its soul and throwing it at Phoenix. The soul of the brick is burned into ashes on contact. Comet sends two of the souls of her sword to cut her and maybe slow her down. They cut deep into phoenixes shoulders but that doesn’t slow her down. Phoenix heals almost immediately, as if she was never wounded. Eventually, Comet makes a bad turn and ends up trapped between a wall and Phoenix.

“Tell me…why do you fight the so-called lawless?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“Next question then…have you ever considered that the three laws are bullshit?”
Comet was speechless, not because she was shocked to hear that but because she wanted to hear what Phoenix had to say.
“Why do you think there aren’t any laws that protect normal humans? Why do the three laws only concern Fullbringers? If a Fullbringer goes on a rampage then it’s ok as long as it’s ONLY normal humans? I don’t buy it. The only laws we need are the same laws that govern the norms. So why provide more? Simple...it's not about upholding anything, but controlling something. It's all for the ambitions of one man.”
Comet just stood there shaking as she started to see things. Horrific illusions plagued her sight and now there were 5 Phoenixes all surrounded by a ring of fire. “Just how many powers do you ha-ah!” She cried out in pain. She forgot her rib was STILL broken.
“Word has it that I have at least 11. In all honesty, I only have one. Fire is so handy, don’t you think? Especially when your fullbring turns your entire body into living flame.” Phoenix punches Comet in the chest, breaking a few more ribs.
Comet coughs up some blood. This was bad, her lung might have been punctured. “You…bitch…”
Phoenix scowls and punches Comet square in the jaw. That’s the last thing Comet remembers before her vision turns dark. Blood poured into her eyes, turning them red instead of blue as she slipped out of consciousness. “Such a waste…”

Apr 20, 2012 9:44 PM

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For the seventeen year old, Michael Jackson, the day was quite average. As he woke up slowly from slumber, he sat up. His alarm clock was droning, “Ring, ring ring…” until his left hand crashed down on it sending it in to the floor. He stood up, letting his blankets fall off his bed and on to the floor.

His room was an absolute mess. He had not done his laundry in a week, so clothes were piled up in every corner. His mother had complained about the smell, but does to him being in there constantly, it hardly affected him at all.

He was only dressed in his silky blue boxers, as he walked ponderously over to his dresser. Attempting to stifle a yawn, as he kicked aside a pare of dirty pants.

“Ah…fuck…” He grumbled as he saw that to his irritation, no clean pants were available. Reaching down, he grabbed his pair of pants, that he had been wearing yester day from the floor and quickly put them on. He looked in his closet, and selected a shirt from the rack and donned it. It was quite inappropriate, but he was about up to his ears with the school’s rules, and did not really care any longer. He did not have much more to go, before he was out of there, a few trips to S-S-O would not hurt him much.

The shirt read, “MILF-hunter.” in large, green letters on black. He smiled as he grabbed his hair clip that was in the shape of a hawk in flight. Tucking his hair back in to a pony-tail, he clipped it.

He moved to the bathroom, brushing his teeth quickly looking in the mirror. He frowned at his looks. They looked far to Scandinavian in his opinion, his hair, a lustrous gold, his eyes a deep blue. He spat in to the sink, ran to his room and scooped up his stuff.
------ Fast forward----

At school, he was finding things to be even more boring then usual. North Valleys high school was never really that interesting, at to his astonishment, no teacher had managed to notice his shirt. He was contemplating an idea, but was not sure if he should do it.

Ditching, for the first time in his life sounded rather fun right about now, as he listened to his AP government teacher preach about how perfect the United States government was. He rolled his eyes just as the bell tolled. He muttered under his breath.

“As the tolling of the bell sounds, the death of you shall come…fall fiend, be banished to hell…”

He stood quickly, and vacated the room; quickly making his way threw the jam packed students. Flipping his tail of hair over his right shoulder, he ran out to the parking lot. Things were going to be rather tricky now.

In order to get off campus, one would need an off campus pass; which, He did not have. The only other way, was to drive fast, and not to get caught. As he dived in to the seat of his beet up Pontiac Transzam, he gunned the motor. He punched the clutch, shifted in to first, and gunned the motor again, burning off in a squeal of tires. Long before he reached the gat out, the school officers, the rent cops were on him. Shifting in to second, and then third gear, he was soon flying at ninety miles an hour, increasing his pace per second. He out stripped the cop’s quickly.

Swerving in and out of the lanes, playing British at some points by driving on the left to get around traffic, Michael soon dropped back in to a more safe speed; just a little ways down Golden Valley boulevard; approaching Dead Man’s Pass. He hit the turns, drifting with ease on the down hill slopes. Being a street racer, who raced these roads every night, he was having little trouble with this. He was currently working on building up his R32, skyline but until then his TA would do just fine. He got on 395, headed south bound, to investigate town.

As he reached downtown, he felt a strange presence. He began to slowly follow the area, and came to a point where he thought it might be. HE was on the one way street, of sierra Street, in front of his favorite place to eat, Offal Waffle, inside of the Little Nugget. He parked his car, got out and slipped some coins in to the meter. Then, he began to stroll hands in his pockets, until he got to the spot where he could turn down the ally behind the building. There, with her back pressed to a wall was a girl. In front of her, with flames billowing out from her was another girl.

The female with fire punched the other in the face. The first thought that flashed threw Mike’s mind was, that they must both be prostitutes‘…but, this was unlikely…after all, who had heard of a female PIMP?

He moved quietly as possible, behind the fire girl just as she punched the other girl in the face. The other girl fell slowly, out cold. Michael had realized, this flame user was playing hard ball, and now was his chance to be a hero.

“Hey, you flaming whore, the heck do you think your doing?” Michael was never the best of speakers, but he was quiet effective when he wished to be.

“Would you mind turning around, and letting me pound one down your throat?”

◦It feels so close to me, yet i can't grasp it even if i extend my hands. Even so ... Even if i cant reach it ... there are things that will stay in my heart. Being in the same time and looking up at the same sky, If i can remember that, then even when we are apart from each other, I believe that we can be together. I will run forward now. If i set my goal far enough, then someday .. I'll be able to reach what I aimed for.
Emiya Shiro (Fate/stay Night)

Apr 20, 2012 10:05 PM

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Phoenix felt another presence crawling up to her as she dealt the blow to Comet but paid it no mind until he called her a whore. She turns around and shoots him a glare that alone could kill. "Pretentious little shit, aren't we? Tell you what, you turn right around and go back to the hole you crawled out of and I won't turn you into a smoldering pile of ash. Ok?" She asked him with a slow and threatening voice, shoving one hand into her pocket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. Now that Michael could get a good look at her. She didn't appear any older than maybe 14 and she was a pretty little thing standing at an even 5'

"No matter how much you hit me, slice me, burn me, or cut me...it will all amount to nothing~"

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Apr 20, 2012 10:30 PM

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“Ah, you must be new to this area…either that, or your stupid.”

Michael smiled charmingly, as he leaned against the ally wall. He was growing hungry, the smell of the delicious burgers, and fries coming from just to his right. He began to drawl out slowly, as he spoke.

“I have not heard of to many fire full bring users around here…but, on the north side, I am the full bring user to beet. You are on my turf…and…quite frankly I would like you to scram, okay brat?”

He stood up straight his eyes blazing now, as if an eternal fire was in them. The clip in his hair flowing, and then turning in to a bird, which dropped digging its talons in to his shoulder. Or so it seemed, but truly it was a shoulder guard now, made out of titanium. He looked at her sternly as he continued to speak.

“Plus, should not you be in school…little slut?”

Apr 20, 2012 10:38 PM

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Phoenix laughs. "I assure you that I'm far older than I look. I am not just a fire user, I AM FIRE INCARNATE." A wicked grin is plastered on her face as she is suddenly right in his face, driving her flaming fist into his stomach. "I am Phoenix, number one on the F-laws shitlist. Pleasure meeting you, dumbass!" She bows violently, headbutting him. "I don't know who you think you are and quite frankly I don't give a shit...you wanna play hero fine by me~"

She kicks him in the side of the head faster than he can blink.

Apr 20, 2012 10:46 PM

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Smiling as she appeared in front of him, flames wreathing her fist, he winked. As her hand shot forwards, the flames folded outwards. His left hand was making a shew gesture, as if he was commanding the fire to go away. He was bent double, and then head butted back to straight. Having muscle in those locations, he wasn’t to badly hit. There would be great bruising, but no breaks…yet.

As the kick to his head landed, he staggered back. His vision blinked, things turning gray, then fading to black…then, back to normal in a flash.

“Ouch…you little hag!”

He moved, not towards her, but to the side. He stood to the side of the wall, and smiled at her. His head was still ringing, and something was definite wrong with his hearing. It was ringing, and things were coming out in lower pitches then normal…he definitely would have a concussion, but that would be the least of his problems. He glanced at her, and slurred his words a bit as he spoke.

“So, were all those words, about following human rules and laws just a bunch of bull shit? Or were you not informed that mugging, and kicking the shit out of people in dark ally ways was against the law…”

Michael stood up blinking, before glaring fully at the girl.

“You have a lot of nerve, talking like law breakers are any good. You belong behind bar’s, to rote for the rest of your damn life!”

He motioned, flames appearing in a giant hand, six feet high in front of him. With a flick of his fingers, the hand swatted down at the girl. It was fast, but from her earlier display, she was clearly faster.

Apr 20, 2012 11:06 PM

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She didn't even budge as the flames from the hand vanished upon contact with her, the flames being absorbed into her very being. "Thank you for the meal." She smirks at the boy in front of her. "Believe it or not she attacked me first and I chased her into the this alleyway. She too is a Fullbringer and was hunting me. Would you not defend yourself? Hypocrite." She yawns and walks right passed him as though nothing happened. "You bore me. Claim your prize and pray to whatever god you believe in that we never meet again."

With that, she was gone and Comet coughs up more blood, reminding Michael that there was an unconscious lady on the ground who was possibly dying from internal bleeding.

Apr 20, 2012 11:25 PM

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“What a little bitch…”

Michael grumbled, his attention quickly moving back to the girl, coughing out blood. He winced, his vision swaying yet again. They both needed a hospital, the quicker the better. He scooped her up, grabbing her blade in the process. He moved, walking swiftly to his car. Pulling open the passenger door, he dump her inside. He leaned against the door, breathing hard. He hadn’t really fought the brat, but he felt like he had run a mile.

“I wonder how far I can drive…Saint Marries, closer then Washoe…ugh…”

He slowly moved to his side of the care climbing in. he layer the girls sword across her lap, before gunning the engine.

He drove as carefully as possible, only switching in to the wrong lane twice. As he pulled in to the parking lot of the hospital, things began to act up. His vision twinkled again, throwing him in to a hard right turn. He hit the breaks, and climbed out. He stumbled to the other door, opening it and dragged the girl out; with out, her blade. He began to carry her, before blacking out, and falling to the assfault. Do to it being in the parking lot of a hospital, help quickly arrived, and they were both quickly rushed in to the ER, though how long they would stay was quite unknown…at least to Michael it was.

Apr 21, 2012 12:36 PM

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Michieal left the scene just in time to avoid a sudden rush of disguised F-Laws, four SUVs and a scouting car rushed into the area, clearing out civilians on the premise of a gas leak they qucikly headed into the battlefield in which the two had been fighting.

Acres blond hair was darkened by the soot of the smoke that filled the area, his eyes dark and dangerous as she scanned the crime-scene, his mind inherited by his father fine combing the area for hints at what had gone down.

Just an hour earlier he had heard word that the Phonix, one of the worst fullbring criminals to date had come to Vegas, when the reports of freak fire had come from one of the down-town districts, it had been like a sign from above.

lieutenant Acre?

Said a female officer that had approached him from the entrance to the chaos of a battlefield that was the thing that had once been a restaurant.

Acre: Have the perimter been secured?
Officer: Ah, yeah, the civilians in the area have been cleared out, four blocks as you asked.
Acre: The officals?
Officer: Ten minutes.
Acre: Got it..

Acre had already seen enough to know that the fire had started after the criminals had left the scene, the source of the fire was easily traceable to a gas oven that had exploded after the tank had overheated, an old tank most likely, the kind without any security preventives that would normally stop the gas from catching fire. The explosion had taken the kitchen and all the furniture with it, igniting the rest on fire.

He gazed over to the window seats, there was a trail of heat that had seared the floor particularly bad in this area, it formed a trail from about the middle of the restaurant to the place where there were signs of people having sit recently, three.. no, two. the third had sit there earlier and had left before the first had arrived, then the second had come a while after, his hand now touching upon the burnt table.

They had not had much, something to drink perhaps? Food would have left a sign, still they had been sitting there for a while, females, judging by the weight and a numerous other small facts that Acre skillfully picked up around the place they had been sitting... Where one of them Phoenix? He looked over to the source of the heat trail, a body lay lifeless on the ground, a gaping hole in the chest gave him the obvious cause of death.

Was he the source of the outburst? No, but he had died first, that must was certain, he looked around again, everyone else had somehow survived, the civilian had cleared out and somehow miraclously managing to get outside before the explosion had rendered the kitchen to pieces.

He crouched down and took a closer look at the corpse, a blade had cut the mans leg, leaving a horrible gash, by the way the cut was shaped he guessed it had been some sort of bladed weapon that had caused the wound, the natural conclusion would be to think the chest was the same, but another glance at the fatal wound told him it was not, something of unregular shape had gone through his chest, leaving a terribly misshapen wound, but the big teller was how it was burned, well, everything on this man was burnt to crisp, however if it was due to the explosion or the prior heat he was not sure, but one thing was for sure, the hole was more burnt than the rest of his body, meaning that the attacker could most likely be the one and only Phoenix.

Then it was the matter of the leg wound again.. By the sigth of the fatal chest wound, the leg wound had to have happened first, but it had occured from the front and not the back in which the chest wounds point of entry was located, now the assumption would be that he had turned, or somehow the enemy had got around him and delivered the fatal blow.. But, the first wound had been caused by a blade, while the second had shown that the attacker obviously did not need a weapon to cause horrible harm, furthermore the leg attack would have immoblized the victim, eliminating the chance that he had turned around to allow for another strike at the back.. So, if the attacker really did all of this, she would have had to stab the mans leg, then even though the man was immobilized, found the need to go all around the particularly tall man in order to then drop her weapon and use her fullbring to stab through his chest.

"So there was a third combatant.."

Two of them had been sitting at the table, then this man had entered the room and.. No, the third must have come from behind, it made no sense that she or he had been sitting at the table, and judging by the look of the wound it had to be Phonix work, which meant the third was the one who had cut up the mans leg, which then had swiflty after been killed by the lawless..

"But then, who was the third combatant talking to, if not to Phoenix.."

His mind raced as he analyzed the facts, picking up any other sign or hint he could find in the environment but in the end he came back to the blade gash, something about the bladework reminded him about something, something he could not entirely place, the way the flesh was cut, was, slightly familiar.

"Lieutenant"

Announced an F-Law private that had just entered the restaurant.

"We've found signs of continued fighting in alleyway not far from here, same signs."

Acre did not respond, he simply twisted around and nodded for the man to show him the way, throwing his head towards the female officer as a sign to take the corpse back to base..

______________________________

Arriving onto the scene of what looked like the final place of the battle, he had already gone through the other areas of the trail had taken him to the dead end, he knew that the two remaining combatants must have fought one another after the first had died.

"Shit.."

Too much blood, one of the combatants might have died here.. Yet there was no corpse, the signs of a body being picked up and carried to a nearby street where a car had recently taken off at such speed that the asphalt had been burnt. The area itself had been burnt so badly that there was little to nothing left of the walls paint, luckily it had all been concrete and metal, nothing had caught fire, yet the floor was still hot and he thanked his protective boots for keeping his feet safe.

"Fucking fire.."

The area was far too burned for him to get anything useful out of it, and it was exactly that which had kept phoneix on the run for so long, but then, just as he was about to give upon the crime scene and attempt to track down that car, he saw something out of the corner of his eye, it was a lock of hair, a few strands that somehow miraculously had survived the fire, picking up the hair he forgot all about the fourth combatant that he already had assumed to be a young male based on the painfully obvious signs he had left behind, the hair was white, white.... white.. Suddenly it dawned upon him, why he had recognised the blade cut from before.

"Comet.. Comet Nightmare"

He said with a viciously, satisfied, smile.

Memories are the materials of a Soul, it is what makes and defines you.
And as such, blood is the currency of the soul, the silver plate of the will.

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Apr 21, 2012 2:01 PM

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There she was in the last place she wanted to be: a hospital. Now she would be stuck there until she made a decent recovery but she’d have time to worry about that later. One eye opens as she regains a slight consciousness. She sees lights passing above her rapidly and doctors and nurses at either side of her. She couldn’t speak and they seemed a bit worried for her wellbeing but she couldn’t hear a word they were saying. Her mind was reeling and her body wasn’t responding.

One of the doctors notices that she woke up and sees bloody tears pouring out of her eye. Now she could hear what they were saying. “It’s all gonna be ok!” Amongst other drivel. Comet didn’t care for it. She knew she had been beaten by that monster and that the likelihood of it all being ‘ok’ was minimal, but she had hope that she’d make a full recovery. She damns herself for not listening to Jarreth or to Alicia but she could beat herself up over it after she gets all patched up.

She fades back into unconsciousness soon afterwards, and the hospital runs the dna and finds her in one of the databases. She is a registered organ donor but she has no health insurance at all. The latter might have caused an issue if not for a generous surgeon by the name of Harway who performed the surgery at his own expense. Broken bones are no easy fix, and ribs are even less so. Still, he expertly fixes up her ribs when he finds that one of her lungs was indeed cut by a rib. Nothing too serious on its own but he didn’t want it getting infected.

The surgery lasted for hours and Comet died once in the middle of it. However she pulled through in the end.
Just a few more hours until Comet woke up again. She had a body cast over her chest and bandages over one eye. The other eye quickly shut again as light invaded her iris. She opens it again, a little more slowly and looks around. The room was small and she was at the windows and there was a small tv with no reception in front of her. She groans and tries to get up but finds it close to impossible.
“Lunchtime~” A male nurse with a tray said and made Comet jump. “Oh, did I scare you? I’m sorry.”
Comet looked the man over. Tall, dark, and about average looks. Her eye slowly goes back to staring at the ceiling.
“Damn tv…” The young man mutters and slams his fist into it. Miraculously, the reception comes back to the television and some anime comes on.
Comet looks back at the tv and the nurse adjusts the bed so she can watch.
“Would you rather watch something else?”
“I’d rather not watch anything at all.” Comet replied, a little surprised with herself. She sounded a little hoarse but her voice was intact.
“Strange girl…”
“I heard that.”
“The doctor told me that it’ll be hard for you to move for a while so I can feed you if you want.”
“I’m not helpless.” Comet tries to feed herself but because of the cast over her chest she finds it more difficult than she would like. “Fine.”
She didn’t like it but for now she would have to be fed. Luckily her jaw wasn’t broken too. Did Phoenix hold back? If so then why? What would she have to gain from-
As her mind wandered the young man had scooped up some soup and held it to her mouth. “Say ahh~”
Comet shot him a glare that spelled death to the man.
“Sheesh…tough crowd.”
And so Comet would be stuck there in room 203a for a while. Of course she could patch herself up but the hospital isn’t going to let her out anytime soon and it would cause suspicion. The waiting game it is then.

Apr 21, 2012 4:02 PM

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Michael awoke shortly after he had blacked out. It had only been a few moments, possibly an hour. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Sitting up on the examination bed, he glanced about him. No one in site…but then, he realized something. His clothes were gone… his shoes were gone, in fact…

He reached slowly with his left hand, grasping for his full bring, his hair clip. It to, was gone. That was when he began to panic slightly. As he got to his feet, eyes scanning the room, a doctor walked in, clip board in hand.

“Ah son, sit down. You took a bad nock to the head; you have internal bruising and umph.”

Michaels hand sunk in to the mans stomach. Lifting him off the ground, he violently slammed him against the door, causing it to close shut explosively. He growled out in a half intelligible voice.

“Where, the fuck is my shit.”

The doctor looked more surprised then hurt. His eyes wavered to one side before he smiled.

“I see, you are obviously psychologically distressed…must have been the knock to the head… go to sleep, and we will talk when you awake next son.”

A sharp burning sensation lit threw out his entire body. Something, sharp had been jabbed in to a vain just above his anus, and had put him under. As his body fell, the doctor caught it levering it back up to the bed. He turned, and called out.

“Becky, alert the F-laws that we have at least one full bring, that is violent in our facility. Tell them we will alert them to when they can take him away, which will be after he is fully recovered.”

----- A few hours later, about the time that comet woke up. ------

Michael set up again, a horrible head ache setting in. he glanced around, again realizing that none of his possessions were around, at all. He began to feel suffocated again, as if he was being trap in a box. He hated tight enclosed areas, especially ones with tight, white walls.

As he sat there, trying to regain his wits, the same doctor walked in and smiled at him.

“We have alerted the F-laws to your location, we know that you are a full bring, and possibly your companion as well. They will be here with in the hour, to pick at least you up; quite possibly your companion as oomph…”

Again, with ease Michael had arisen, and slammed the man against the wall. He roared this time, choking the man out.

“Where, is, my, shit!” with every word, he shook the hapless man. Do to the turning blue of his face, he began to frantically motion. Turning, Michael saw that his pants, his shirt, his clip and his shoes were all in a neat pile under his bed. He turned back to the man.

:”Night night dock.” he punched him in his jaw, sending him under and throwing him at the examination bed. Do to the poor shot, the doctor mist, and crashed to the floor. Michael quickly dressed, donned his attire and activated his full bring. The birds elongated, appearing on his shoulder in a flaming being. Michael turned towards the wall and smiled.

“I really hope you are in that room girl, cause if I heard right we need to get the fuck out of dodge…after all, you seemed to be a bit wary of those G-springs, or e-blocks or what ever they are…”

He motioned, and then clinched his fist. First, he had pulled the spirit of the wall, and then implemented the heat spirits to contract. When he released his hand, the wall exploded inwards, sending fragments in to the room in all directions. Coincidentally, the TV was blone cleanly off the wall, and right at the Orderly helping Comet.

“Am I a bit late to the party?”

Apr 21, 2012 6:33 PM

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Not at all, Mr.4.

Entering the room from the open wall that Micheal had left behind, came Acre wearing an open heavy trenchcoat, his hands holding upon a couple of strange straps. He took one long step into the room, allowing to F-Law. officers disguised as Police enter along with him, flanking him on ether side, the moment they were inside they pulled up handguns, strange handguns that looked like they had recived a freak paintjob, but experienced fullbring would know that they were Spiritweapons, fullbring arms that was capable of harming spirits and damage fullbring.

Acre smiled, like that of a hunter having found a beast in his trap, the two officers looked nervous however, eying the destruction and the collapsed Orderly.

Comet Nightmare, you and your companion are both prime suspect in a recent case of rampant destruction, several breaks of the second law and possibly, the first.

As sworn, I will take you two into custody for questioning, if you resist I will have to deem you guilty as charged.

He said with a pause before the last word, then he drew forth a watch from one of his pockets, a pocketwatch, old with a golden rim and a silver chain which he lazily checked before looking back up and said:

And you know what that means, don't you "Comet"?

Something about how he said this made it almost look like he wanted Comet to rebel, but the situation was grim, the F-Law weapons were fast in their response time and they had both Micheal and Comet at point-blank, the walls here did not lead to the outside but simply to another room so escaping through the wall did not seem like a good option ether.

And if Comet knew anything about Acre, she would know that he had already had the time to secure all possible avenues of escape.

Memories are the materials of a Soul, it is what makes and defines you.
And as such, blood is the currency of the soul, the silver plate of the will.

(Work in progress)

Apr 21, 2012 7:08 PM

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Comet nearly jumps out of skin from the wall suddenly exploding and hisses at the pain in her chest. "Don't do that!" She yells at Michael. "The fuck is wrong with you!?"

Then came that voice...the voice that could only belong to that guy. "Oh...it's you. The Mitsubiatchi. What do you want?"

It was painfully obvious that Comet wasn't going to put up a fight or escape right now, his comments were moot. She reaches for her drink and calmly takes a sip from it while listening to what the boy had to say. Nothing less than predictable banter. "You talk too much. Is it because you have the upper hand? Unfortunately, I'm recovering from surgery and I'm not likely to go anywhere. I'm willing to cooperate on the following conditions: 1, you don't take me under custody. 2, if you must question me, do so here. If you agree to my terms then I will agree to cooperate with your investigation and you may even keep me under surveillance to make sure I don't run off anywhere."

Apr 21, 2012 7:19 PM

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“Huh…Laws?”

Michael’s eyes bounced from person to person, looking at the police officers, and what to him, seemed must be some sort of FBI agent.

“Why are you pointing those squirt guns at me…what did I do?”

He reached slowly up to his head, scratching his hair, before deftly removing his hair clip and then slowly lowering his hand slipping it away in to a secret pocket. With out it, his superhero day’s were at a stand still, but these guys meant busyness…and exploding the wall like that, well…it made it obvious that he had done it with some sort of power.

“What is going on here…take me in to…what…conditions…The hell is this, Law-in-order?”

Apr 21, 2012 8:26 PM

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I am afraid I can't do that, Comet.

Openly ignoring the young man he focused his attention on Nightmare.

There is a high-speed helicopter waiting for us on the roof, you are both going to be on your way to the Tokyo headquarters before the hour falls.

He gingerly looked at his watch again, as if the current time was of dire importance. When he looked away from the clock he also pulled up a gun on his own, this one was silver laced and look expensive, though probably not in the eyes of someone who had grown up in the Mitsuteri Family.

I am not sure why you go out of your way to hunt Lawless without joining the F-Laws Nightmare, but trust me in this, if you want to help the fullbring community, then you will do best in letting go of your pride and come quietly.

The gun was cocked as it was slowly aimed at the girl.

Don't do anything unsightly.

Memories are the materials of a Soul, it is what makes and defines you.
And as such, blood is the currency of the soul, the silver plate of the will.

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Apr 21, 2012 8:53 PM

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Comet sighs and puts her drink down. It was a long time since she had apple juice. "Mr. Mitsubiatchi, I suggest you lower your gun. Killing me will be counterproductive for you." She looks at Acre and smiles. "I can't stand stuck up pretty boys like you, but I'm in no position to do anything right now with my ribs being recently broken. How am I to do something unsightly when just moving my arms makes me uncomfortable? I will need a little help just getting to the helicopter."

Apr 21, 2012 9:01 PM

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Michael looked between all four of the other people in the room, confused, and utterly lost. He began to gently tug at his own sleeve, pulling it up over his hand. His eyes were bright and focused. He had been ignored, and talked about as if he was not there. He yelled at the top of his lungs, just to make sure the “pretty boy” could hear him.

“I do not know if you are deaf you stupid mother fucker, but I can not go to Tokyo! The fuck will I tell my school? A better question…The hell is I going to tell my parents? Though…Ah what the fuck! Tokyo has supras… I want one…Lead the way boss man!”

Apr 22, 2012 2:57 PM

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Comet Nightmare, I know of your fullbring and while I would like to treat the two of you with courtesy, I am sorry to say that you won't be awake through the journey.

I can't risk a crash over the pacific.

Snapping one of his fingers, the police disguised F-Law agents stepped towards the two, they still held their guns directed at them while their remaining hands pulled out some sort of thin box, comet had seen them before probably, they were the kind used to tranqulize Fullbring so that they could more easily be captured, one sting and the most powerful fulbring would be put out of buisness for a while.

Even though I am glad you are willing to cooperate Mr, 4. This has to be done.. Don't worry, it won't hurt, just remain still and the next you know you will be long gone.

Acre looked at Comet, his eyes told her that he was fully expecting her to pull something bad, but his expression was also one of concern, his razor eyes warning her of the consequences of resistance.

Memories are the materials of a Soul, it is what makes and defines you.
And as such, blood is the currency of the soul, the silver plate of the will.

(Work in progress)

Apr 23, 2012 10:11 AM

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"If I must." Comet sighs and relaxes herself. She knew he wanted a reason to kill her and look like big hero but unfortunately he would be lacking in information. "In my current condition I estimate that I am only able to use about half of my power at most and less effectively. Sorry to disappoint you but I'm not one to do stupid things, especially when recovering from injury."

Apr 23, 2012 3:52 PM

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“Um…why uh, must you put us under…do you not trust our words mister? We promised not to do squat wile aboard the plane…”

Michael suffered from an entence fear of Anastasia. It was nearly as bad as his claustrophobia, but not quite as bad. He did not think that this “little” boy complex would work, to persuade the man not to put him under, and not just because he figured that the guy was a total hard ass. In This day and age, people’s word was hardly ever kept. Michael was not sure if it was because people had less honor, or if it was just because intelligence was lacking, but he for one would keep his word, to the death…but of course, the G-unit, or b-blocks…or what ever they were called did not know this of him.

Apr 24, 2012 8:35 AM

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Micheals fear was short-lived however as the well-trained F-Law agents did not exactly ask for permission, the needless went in fast and painless and before they even realized it had happened they were out like a ligth.

"Get some help with the guy, ill carry the girl."

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The sound of moving bodies, human voices and the clinical smell of a medical institution roused them from their sleep, they awoke in the same room but a curtain kept the two beds apart.

Their clothes had been neatly arranged in neat rows at their bedside, cleaned and ironed by the looks of it. The room they were in was white and red, the walls white while corners seemed to be colored in red as a border, a blue line marked the way to exit that was a modern glass sliding door, the kind that opened on command, high tech, like anything in this room.

Looking out of the door and the window that bordered it they could see a bustling life outside, white coated men and women walked back and forth mixed in with people wearing regular clothing and at times they would spot the Red Uniform of an F-Law.

"Ah, they are awake.."
"Lifesigns normal, the girls pulse is finally stable"

Two women dressed in white and red nurse uniforms were monitoring a screen connected to the two beds, while a third started pulling out plugs that was connected to their wrists.

One of the nurses turned to address them

"We are very sorry but it seems that the medicine you received at the hospital somehow reacted badly with our Anastasia."

The other nurse finished noting something down on her notepad and turned to address them aswell.

"You should be fine to get up now, if you could please get dressed your escort should be here any minute now."

They gathered up their medical thingy thangies, one of the nurses drawing the curtain that seperated the two beds so that they could dress in private before they all quickly left through the slider door, the moment they left one could see for just a short moment a guard standing outside, watching over the room.

Memories are the materials of a Soul, it is what makes and defines you.
And as such, blood is the currency of the soul, the silver plate of the will.

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Apr 24, 2012 10:37 AM

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Comets eye opens and darts across the room. It appeared...different. The lack of monotony brings a smirk to her face. She notices the nurses prancing about and pulling things out of her wrist, making her flinch.

The nurses didn't even need to tell her, she was already standing and stretching a bit. She didn't care what the boy saw but the divider helped. She waited for the nurses to leave before she activated her fullbring, Souljacker, and destroys the cast with a powerful flick before reaching into her own body and manipulating her own soul. The pain was excruciating but she managed to force a temporary fix until she could get a real healer. Only then did she get dressed and deactivate her fullbring. "Stuck in Japan and I can't read moonspeak...great."

Apr 24, 2012 10:55 PM

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As Comet stood up, Michael was already rolling to his stomach. He reached for his pants, and then in to the secret compartment where his Full bring item was stored. It was gone. He froze, before flicking his eyes at the door. He began to turn pale, and then red.

“Where the fuck is it!”

He rolled up, as naked as the day he was born, and took five steps in the direction of the door before he realized, that he was butt arce naked in front of a girl. He also had not realized that she to, was but naked. He stared openly at her for a moment; his attraction easily visible before he blushed fiercely, turned and quickly slipped in to his closed commando style. He sat down gazing at the door, hands locked behind his knees. He began to shout at the door.

“You took my shit! I want it back, now! Tell me what I have to do god damn it, the world depends upon me!”

Apr 24, 2012 11:04 PM

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"The world depends on you?" Comet clicks her tongue in agitation as she pulls her clothes on. So many layers...

"Don't make me laugh. The world doesn't care about you, me, or anyone else unless they have power over it. You think you're special because you have a fullbring? Get over yourself." Comet went on, a little more flustered by his shout than she should be but she didn't raise her voice. She calmly and coldly scolded the boy. "As you just saw, I have power too and so does that...that." Comet got a little dizzy trying to remember what happened. What did happen!? She holds her head and the bed to stabilize herself for a spell. Afterwards she pulled her green jacket over her white blouse.

"Now then. Put some clothes on."

Apr 26, 2012 7:42 PM

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Michael’s eyes flicked to the girl, and then back to the door. Full bring? He had no idea what she was talking about, though it sounded interesting. He had yet to actually see her exhibit any type of supernatural abilities, though now that she mentioned it the girl who had been beating the living essants out of her did seem to have a few unusual traits. She still did not under stand though, he was a super hero…like the green lantern, and the world needed him to combat against evil!

“You are a foolish girl, who has no idea what you are talking about…you got me dragged in to this, and I have no idea what the hell is happening…What will my parents say, what will my school say? What happens when I do not appear for who knows how long this will take…They will assume me dead, or worse…and what for? With out me, the streets of Reno will run rampant with evil doers…with out me, the human torch!”

This speech was rather melodramatic, and the name…well, just gazing at the name for a moment would show that it was rather cliché, and extremely incorrect for the abilities that he had revealed…

Apr 27, 2012 11:32 AM

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"Very Nice.."

The sound of sarcasm, a female voice, made them turn towards the entrance where a girl, about 16 years old judging by her looks was waiting for them. She was wearing a lab-coat over a student uniform which by the looks of the expensive materials must orgin from a very rich private academy.

"Your the guys that were brought in from the states right?.."

She did't seemed pleased by whatever assignment she had recived and was clearly looking them over with a hint of distaste, though maybe a wee bit of curiosity.

"Your both to come with me right away.. Id rather not waste anymore time on this than I already have."

She turned on her heel and left them alone, leaving the door open as a clear sign that she wanted them to follow.

Memories are the materials of a Soul, it is what makes and defines you.
And as such, blood is the currency of the soul, the silver plate of the will.

(Work in progress)

May 1, 2012 7:07 PM

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Michael was stunded momentarally in to silence, his eyes wide, his jaw half opened like a mornon He stood up slowly, nearally automatically and then approached the door not looking over his shoulder. he was reaching in to his left hand pocket, feeling around. he thought he might feel something... could it be? ah, it was. a smile lit his face as he realized, that he had been searching in the wrong location the hole time. out came a candy bar, witch he quickly ate. no sign of his fullbring, but for now he was letting his curiocity, instead of his anger lead the way.

May 1, 2012 9:23 PM

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Comet was about to respond to this boys sheer idiocy when some broad with a labcoat walked in. She immediately decided that she didn't like her attitude and something told her the feeling was mutual.

She walks over to the door ahead of the fool and decides now would be a good time to tell him straight up. "Your powers and my powers are called Fullbring and we are not the only ones. You call me foolish when I have more combat experience than you do hunting what is called Lawless fullbring. We are in one of the headquarters of the F-Laws, or simply Flaws. The person from before was number one on their most wanted list, known only as Phoenix as her fullbrings power over heat and flame is absolute. All of us got our powers from monsters called Hollows. The most common method is that they attacked our mothers while we were in the womb. We all have a unique power, called a fullbring. As long as the normal people you've saved so far don't know you're special then that's a-ok in the Fullbring communities book. And call me foolish again and I will rip your soul right out of your body and beat it senseless. Any questions?"

May 2, 2012 10:47 AM

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Whatever jackson would say was cut short as the girl, who at closer inspection had the same eyes as Acre, though not with the same soul piercing quality.

"Eeuh.. You smell.."

She said while expressing a pretty horrific grimace to bring in the point, waving her right hand over her nose as if to blow away the horrror. While this was a pretty rude thing to do she was not wrong, they had not really washed since.. Forever.

"Ugh.. Why do i keep getting jobs like these.."

She turned around and started walking down a corridor while waving at them to follow. They were in a pretty tight corridor with little to no people, but that quickly changed as they emerged into a greater, corridor, or hall, here people were everywhere, nurses, doctors, F-law agents and what looked like to be civilians were walking or rushing back and forth, all busy with something, it looked just like any other hospital, though the obvious military grade high tech equipment that was to be seen everywhere made it clear that it was not just a hospital.

She took them out of the hall and into another tight corridor where they again were alone for a bit until they came to a sealed metal door, the kind one would normally see in Sci-fi movies, the girl drew forth a key-card from a pocket in her student-uniform and swiped it over access pad.

"Access Granted"

Said a cold AI voice before the door swished open, allowing them access. The hall they not entered was short and served only as a hub for several other metal doors of the same kind, though they chose to continue and went down two more corridors until they reached a wide and long room where desks filled with reagents and other scintific tools were spread out, cages with lab animals were stacked away near the ceiling. There was life here, several serious looking labcoated men were discussing something in a somber tone while looking over a computer display, another at the far-end was carefully mixing chemicals with a female who seemed to be learning from him was carefully observing.

Though, the snobbish girl blatantly ignored them and walked straght up to a more isolated part of the room where a girl who had uptil then be slighly hidden in darkness was studying something intensely.

"Nee-san.. Ive brought them already.
Can I go now?"

She said without even waiting for a reply, the researcher which she had called sister slowly looked up from whatever she was looking at, seemingly a bit sad over having to stop whatever she was doing. She nodded slowly and got up from her seat, she was no taller than the girl they had been with uptill now, infact when she turned to face them she looked identical to her sister, the only differences being that the new one had longer though largely unkept hair and she lacked the razor eyes of her sibling, her eyes were more normal looking with the expection of the extremly dark rings beneath her eyes, like her sister she was quite beautiful but it was hidden beneath one of the most tired expressions they had ever seen.

"Ahh.. The newcommers..
Arigato."

Even her voice sounded pretty sleepy as she let her sister go, the snobbish girl simply shrugged in apathy and walked out of the room, heading to a destination unknown, leaving them with the tired sister.

"Hello, my name is Ayumu, Ayumu Mitsuteri, though you may call me Ayu if you like, Ayumu is so long.. "

She had started speaking with a warm smile on her face but had slowly started to space out to the point where she was almost looking in antother direction, though she quickly collected herself and continued.

"And you are..?

She said, it kinda looked she already knew and was trying to remember in order to continue but then it ended up becoming a serious question.

Memories are the materials of a Soul, it is what makes and defines you.
And as such, blood is the currency of the soul, the silver plate of the will.

(Work in progress)

May 6, 2012 9:21 AM

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Mental note: Kill the bitch Comet thought. She was very rude and reminded her too much of the other Mitsutaki. That much alone made her dislike the girl. Comet seemed unusually focused, or was it nervous? Either one would be accurate as she doesn't look around but straight ahead, her heated glare intensifying every agonizing second she's stuck here. Her thoughts turn to something she had rather left forgotten.

The AI snaps her awake from her trance and she nearly jumps out of her skin as the door whooshes open. Yet at the other side, more hallways. What was with people and boring hallways?

Finally the room they were headed for. From the prude to the tired. Just how many kids did the guy have!? Shaking her thoughts away she introduced herself. "I am Comet Nightmane and I would like a shower."

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Michael’s eyes focused on the girl, who had called the other something. He had no idea what it was, he spoke no words of Japanese what so ever. He tract her quietly. She seemed kind of cute, in an abrupt sort of way, not like the irrational Comet. He was so thurally enthralled, that when the sister figure spoke, in her drawling tired voice, he nearly missed it. He had even taken three steps after the other girl.

After hearing comets brazen response, he turned, and made a clumsy bow. He remembered learning in history, which the Japanese people were rather in to tradition, and other formal customs that America was not use to.

“My name madam is Michael Jackson…my family was a great fan of the king of pop, and I can not dance so please do not ask…may I know where the fuck you put my clip?” He smiled, tossing his hair to one side, in a half assed imitation of a rock star.

((I am going to assume, that the sisters were speaking a form of Japanese, to one another scence they live in japan, so my character who is from america would be completely clueless to their comvorsation))

May 10, 2012 4:50 PM

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The tired sister smiled at them as they both introduced themselves and when Micheal finished she looked a bit perplexed.

Maah.. The clip must be your focus? Then don't worry about it, it'l show up some way or the other. She reassured him before dissapointing comet by informing her that before they could do anything they would have to attend a meeting that was gonna take place soon.

She instead went over to a desk and came back with a box of wet towels and threw towards the two with an expression of "make-do" on her face. She then continued to leave the lab, signaling for them to follow.

I am sorry about my sisters attitude, she said as they were walking down another empty corridor, she is not good around strangers.

They exited through another security door which lead them into a more open area, though all they could see was researcher running back and forth to new destinations, there were rows upon rows of small or large booths and side-rooms with some kind of hardened glass seperating them from the rest of the room, most were empty but within some there were fullbring performing all sorts of tests and experiments, one was making things explode by simply touching them, though they could not hear a sound through the glass.

They filtered through the mess of people, stopping only occasionally until they came to another more large exit without the same kind of security, people that looked civilian were also entering through this door without much problem.

Outside they were welcomed to a lobby that they noticed was shared with the hospital, so the place was pretty loud, though that they noticed that all the people here were also probably fullbring, why? because nobody was hiding it like they normally would. Normal people were doing all sorts of random things that others could not, personnel was moving large objects using soul manipulation and wounded people were brought in with light steps.

"Have you been here before?"

Asked Ayumu as they walked across the busy lobby towards two great sliding doors that served as the main entrance to the facility, exiting this door they were met with fresh air and warm sun, a small town, or city, rested at the bottom of a hill which the hospital building was located, the town had nice cobbled roads with one pretty thin asfalt "high-way" running through the center towards a gate that could barly be seen in the distance, it looked peaceful and pretty normal if not for the huge tower-like structure that was located at the other side of the city, the huge structure defied reality, its bulk vanished into nothing.

"This is the F-Law City of Memento, the only Fullbring city in the world, its quite small but that just reflects the small population of our kind.. Its located underground beneath The Raven Corp HQ, quite impressive environment don't you think? The tech costed billions to develop."

The city was not really small though, it was quite large though it felt barren in places, there looked to be a lot of unused buildings and the streets were pretty empty with the exception of some hotspots that they noticed as the walked through the miniature city. The hospital and the road leading up to what she explained was the F-M-R Building, a place for Medical research into Fullbring, which was applied in helping the same with its various unique conditions seemed to be the most used spot, people walking up and down the hill with the occasional vehicle drifting by.

"This is also the F-Law Headquarters, its not as visible though as their quarters are built into the framework of the city itself along with the machines used to run the place, I heard you two were brought in by my brother Acre, is that true? He has his Quarters in the tower along with the other F-Law officers."

They passed by the city hall, there were a few interesting things here along with the fact that there quite alot of aktivity around the citys only shopping district, they saw a road leading up to a great gate at the east side of the city which had the words "Sport Center/Arena" written in great red letters.

Another thing of interest was a big media center, a building with a great dome shaped roof which Ayumu explained also served as a concert hall though that it had recently not been used in a while, the old posters on the outside of the building seemed to support this claim, the only poster that still looked partly alright was of a singing girl, most of the text was ruined but the words "concert" and "Mitsuteri" could be drawn from it.

They finally reached the end of their journey as they reached the great tower, or what they could see of it. They entered into a rather sparse lobby where, three uniformed F-Law guards were casually strolling about with rifles loosly slung beneath their arms, there were cameras aswell her, it was easy to tell that the place was of import, though it still looked a bit casual with the guards not paying much attention to them.

"Wait here."

Ayumu walked over the recpectionist which was located behind a nesk next to two elevator doors, the young man and her exhanged a few words before she returned to them, handing Comet a blue keycard.

"Ill be leaving you two now, the others are waiting for you at the 10th floor, use the elevator to your right and pick the right floor, if you use the wrong elevator you won't get where you want.. It will ask you for a keycard when you reach your destination in order to open the doors, so don't lose it or you'l be stuck in there."

Giving them a short good bye she left them alone and left the tower, heading back towards the F-M-R building. The recepctionist was looking suspciously at them but was not saying anything, pretending to be busy with work. The three guards which had been mostly aloof until now was also eyeing them, but with a more amused look than suspicious.

- Ding -

The elevator on the right arrived and smoothly sprung open, however not a soul came out of it, and it did't close or go back up, its hyper modern interior waiting for them to enter as if it was consciously aware of them.

Memories are the materials of a Soul, it is what makes and defines you.
And as such, blood is the currency of the soul, the silver plate of the will.

(Work in progress)

May 13, 2012 1:38 PM

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It was safe to assume that Comet didn't really give a damn. The thought of a Fullbringer city wasn't all that surprising when she actually thought about it. Shinigami and Hollows have there own special place so why not Fullbringers or maybe Quincy?

Someone was going to be singing. Yet another Misosoup. Comet creates a mental note: Many of them are media whores. "I bet she's tone deaf..." She snickers to herself as they pass by it to what was obviously the only important building in the entire facility.

A little more on her thoughts of the city. She thought it just a little more boring than the human cities. At least there running into one of her own kind was a rare treat but here everyone was the damn same. They were all special in the sense that makes no one special. She already hated this place; it put her at unease. A random man brushes past her and a slight blush creeps onto her face. She was caught unaware and that was embarrassing for her. "H-hey! Please watch what you are doing."

The man apologizes and they all head inside that building. The tired one hands her a blue card but why her? Was she somehow more trustworthy? No matter. Dwelling on the past will get her nowhere. Time to head up, literally dragging MJ behind her.

She drags him into the elevator with her and looks at the buttons...they were in kanji. "Moonspeak...my mortal enemy...we meet again!" She jokes and hits the tenth floor button. The arabic numeral 10 was right next to the button. Up the elevator went, making Comet queasy, until it hit the tenth floor. "Tenth floor, sporting goods, bath, and stockings."

Her dry humor aside, Comet looked more nervous than one usually would be. She always responded to tense situations with poor attempts at humor. Moving on, she swipes the blue key card, hoping she gets to keep the card after use or she won't have to visit some really hot room to make it change color or something. The doors open...

May 18, 2012 4:11 PM

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As the doors sprung open, Michael jumped out, making a motion with his hands as if he was prepared to sacrifice his life for the protection of the girl. It was the hero complex, taking in to effect again, something he was almost unaware of.

"What!"

Jun 19, 2012 2:58 PM

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The elevator door refused to open and the lights went off, replaced by a flashing red light and a siren.
"Intruder Alert" blared with the light, drowned out by an explosion.

The doors finally open and reveal a grizzly scene, blood soaked the floors and a figure in blue and white was busy brutally cutting at a corpse with a sword. The girl turns, her gray hair hiding her piercing blue eyes until she flicks it out of her face. She grins at Comet. "Hello....cousin."

Comet scowls, "Midna. What the hell brings you to Tokyo?"

"Don't look at me like that~" Midna sighs sensually. "I brought your precious sword all the way out here to this godforsaken country." She tosses the sheathed sword to Comet, who catches it.

"Still need help I see..."

"Now let's settle this...I've become known as Blade, while you're still an unknown fullbringer from Wales."

"Alright....I'll take your ass and kick it too!"

Midna laughs and charges, pulling two swords from thin air. Her white cape flapping behind her. "Are you sure you can fill such a tall order!?"

Comet focuses and parries the twin blades, the swords clash and sparks fly. The two fighters dance around each other, swinging their swords at each others throats in a lethal deadlock. Neither one seeming to have the advantage.

Midna's style looks more like a dance as she flips, spins, and elegantly strikes with her two blades. Comet's is more fierce and precise, trying to break open her opponents defenses. However, it is Midna who has the advantage. Now her fullbring, 10,000 blades, was in play.

Midna leaps back away from Comet, throwing her swords and creating more just as fast. Comet is backed into a wall but manages to dodge and run up the emergency stairs to the roof. Followed by Midna and her unlimited blades.

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Jun 20, 2012 7:46 AM

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Michael was stunned. This had been the first time in his life, that he had ever seen such gore. He had no idea what to think, much less how to react. He stood watching the fight for a few moments. Then, suddenly something registered.

"That blade...was...in...My...bitch!"

Michael's hand fell in to his left hand back pocket, and touched his pen. His eyes were burning furiously, as the bird flowed up and out appearing on his wrist. A get of flames fired street from his eyes, as if he was the lazar firing X-men. The target? well, as the new female turned away running after the old one, it lit her pants a flame, now, she could clime that she was doing so well she was on fire!

Jun 20, 2012 12:56 PM

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Hey, snap out of it..!

Reality broke out before them, the light realized the world around them and once again they found themselves in an elevator, however this was the one without the "Midna".

Hey, what the hell are you two doing? Acting like your sleeping?
Do you think this is funny?

The man speaking to them was dressed in red, his face and expression was one of an older guy, he was beyond their arms reach but it felt like he was right up in their faces, for some reason they were still dizzy.

Its okay, let them in.

The guard heeded the new voice and let the two of them pass into a wide office, there were a line of doors along the walls but they were all sealed off by some pretty advanced looking locking systems, with the exception of one, near the desk of the office, it looked like it had been forced open.

Welcome to my private office, Comet Nightmare.

Behind the desk sat the one who were addressing them, or rather, comet, a man with dark brown hair, to the point that it looked almost black, his eyes were razor sharp with green emerald orbs that seemed to burn with an intense inner fire. The way he spoke was masterfully planned, every little tone perfected before they came out of his mouth, it was loaded with freindly gestures and sounds but something about him reminded them of a beast patiently waiting to strike, no wonder he had been nicknamed the "Dragon of the Tower" by the Fullbring Community.

You are both sentenced to death, did you know that?
To be carried out before the next sunset.

He read this out to them like it was nothing, just another page in a book, just another word without meaning, unless at the point where he directed the question towards them for a short moment before going on, just at that point there was a short moment of geniune interest that faded as quickly as it had appeared.

Of course, as you can probably guess you were not brought here for me to tell you this, I am here to inform you that the two of you have been selected for a very special program.

The Dragon gave them a moment of time to take the information in before he went on.

We have the habit of sticking criminal offenders like the two of you in the SEU.(A Special unit of F-Law agents that are usaly sent on suicide missions) But in the case of you Comet, your in the habit of tracking down and dealing with criminal offenders, something which you have shown great skill at.. Something that has drawn the ire of more than a few of my Officers, is that not right Nightmare?

He smiled as he said those last words while he got up from his chair.

We would rather not lose such talent to something like the SEU.. You see there is a problem the F-laws are facing as of late, I guess its the same regular policing systems have faced for centuries, our enemies know us more than we know them..

He gave a signal to one of the guards that quickly clicked on a button on the wall and suddenly a bright hologram appeared in the middle of the room, it was a large list of people that kept scrolling up and down, she recognized their faces, they were all top ten criminals, one of them the girl she had just seen in whatever had just happened.

In order to deal with our more.. Elusive enemies, we have decided to use rogue elements like yourself to combat these threats.

The hologram changed, alot of information blurred over the ever changing images, holographic imaging was still the kind of tech that most people had never seen, and this kind of advanced holographic imaging was not even something the general public were aware existed. The images showed pictures of Comet and Micheal aswell as a number of other indidiuals.

We call it the "Justicar" intivative, a movement which goal is the total eradication of high level fugitives of the Trinity.. As members of this group you will have the resources and the knowledge of the F-Laws at your disposal while still retaining your individual freedom, without mention you will answer to noone but a few selected operatives that will be tasked with tracking your progress and nothing more.. You will be above both the human laws and The Trinity.

The heavy implications of these lasts words were clear, being part of the Justicars were basically putting yourself above the law, it was vigilantism with a permit.

Of course this means that the usual restrictions do not count, if taking on more powers will bring results, then that is acceptable, if unfortunate bystanders have to suffer, as long as it brings results, its acceptable.

Do You Understand what this means?

It was obvious, a great amount of faith would be placed on anyone that was a member of the Justicars, this also ment that if they did't deliver upon that faith things could potentially get sour quick, like a price cow turning into beef if its award winning milk ever were to go.. "sour"..

I would like to move into detail, but I have to have my answer from the two of you, I apologize that you will not have time to think this through.. My time is short, and this is the window I can give you.

Its this, or the SEU.

The SEU was infamous, not commonly known amongst the common fullbring, they were a ridicelously dangerous group that served as Shock Troopers for the F-laws, they were sent into situations they usually could not survive, expendable pieces that could even be thrown at brickwalls if it ment that it would cause even a single crack for the less expendable troops to move through, and if the rumors were true, they all had explosive implants in their bodies that would blow up if they ever decided to disobey, the choices basicly came down to the life in the SEU, Suecide, Or The Justicars.

So what will it be?

Memories are the materials of a Soul, it is what makes and defines you.
And as such, blood is the currency of the soul, the silver plate of the will.

(Work in progress)

Jun 20, 2012 1:25 PM

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Comet finds herself in a haze. What had just happened? Midna was in Tokyo? If so...this would not bode well at all.

The man in red was quickly getting on her nerves when he was told to back off. Comet shows a bit of her immaturity as she passes him by by sticking out her tongue.

Now to stand there and listen to yet another person who likes to hear himself talk a little too much. It wasn't her fault most of the operatives she has dealt with so far wasted their gas...it was their own fault for being so slow.

"Ooh, dinner and a show~" She jokes at the hologram. Although not common, she had seen them before in Jarreth's penthouse suite.

After the mans speech-
"Before I give you my answer...may I know why I have been unjustly sentenced?"

Jun 20, 2012 1:40 PM

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As the man finished his speech, and the female spoke up questioning him, he had already decided. He did not wish to be a SEW, be it some kind of Native American or what ever else it could possibly be. He stumbled forward, and reached out to touch one of the holograms, wile tossing over his shoulder the response.

"If it means I get to be myself, the badass super heroes...then I accept boss man."

Jun 22, 2012 2:11 PM

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I am glad that you accept.. Jackson,

Hakushi did not seem overly exited about the boys acceptance, though he flashed a fake smile anyway.. Then Comets question came up, causing him to close his eyes for a moment before replying to the girls question.

I am afraid that I do not know..

My role in the F-Law is purely as a.. "Guiding hand".. I do not have the time to review case files, if you want to know the reasons for your capture you will have to ask someone else,.. However I do know who you are comet, your exploits are not unknown to me, as I mentioned earlier..

It comes no wonder to me that you stand here now, Fullbring that chase heads of other condemned Fullbring cause alot of destruction, they all end up here sooner or later.. You might be surprised by how many times the F-Laws turn a blind eye to Trinity Infringements from your kind.

He seemed to be mostly ignoring Micheal, whenever the slightly.. Touched.. boy spoke, Hakushis right eye would twitch slightly in annoyance, the guards were also pretty wierded out by the strange behavior the guy was displaying, the two of them were openly staring at the guys back with pretty wide eyes.

I understand that you had a sister who worked for us in the past..
Susanna, wasn't it? A Diligent officer if I heard correctly..
I understand one of my daughters even knew her personally.

Hakushi walked away from his desk and took a few more steps towards them, he was surprisingly tall, but not very muscular.

I am very sorry about what happened to her, our line of work is very dangerous and sometimes even the best of us fall.. It is partly because of her that we have turned a blind eye to most of your conduct and given you this opportunity.

He reached out his hand to her and his expression turned very serious for a moment, the air turned almost cold.

But regardless of who your sister was..
This is not a choice you will be offered again.

Memories are the materials of a Soul, it is what makes and defines you.
And as such, blood is the currency of the soul, the silver plate of the will.

(Work in progress)

Jul 10, 2012 8:55 PM

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Comet sighs and tilts her head down, closing her blue eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose in clear frustration. She was deep in thought over the pros and cons of her options...

Option 1 was to forget what happened and accept the offer. This would potentially benefit her but at what cost? She hated the F-laws, hated the man leading them, and she would have to become their little toy.

Option 2 is to pretend to go along and stab them in the back later on...but wouldn't the hunter become the hunted by the very beasts she sought to destroy? Not an option.

Option 3 would be to deny the request and run away. She would probably not make it out alive though...and if her apparent vision had any truth to it....

The decision didn't seem that hard to most. They would eagerly pick one or two but Comet was a Nightmare. Her family had long held their personal values above everything else. Paying with their lives for these values and morals was something they would never give a second thought, until Susanna became a F-law and threw some of her own values away for money.

Done with thinking, Comet raises her head. (It had never been her strong suit anyway)
An excited yet hateful grin fiercely contorted her face. She would get what she wanted and more, and all she had to do was what she already made a point in doing: do the F-laws job better than them. The look on Comet's face reminds Hakushi of the one Susanna had when she first joined...the same grin before asking "How's the pay?"

Comet had asked the same question.

TamoballJul 10, 2012 9:03 PM

Jul 11, 2012 9:10 AM

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