After the Schism: 3000AD 120 New Era

[Divine Light]

Storm with lightning quick movements threw a punch that conncected with the mans jaw. he went flying backwards and crashed through a glass window of the store he had just been ransacking."if we cross paths again dont expect me to go so easy on you Storm said. without another word Storm began to walk away.

[snowdog]

Joseph supposed, as he hurtled through the glass window, that he should not have goaded the man when so exhausted. Shivering with pain at the little flecks of glass now in his skin, he scowled deeply, wiping the blood from a particularly large cut upon his arm. That'd sting once the adrenaline ran out.

"if we cross paths again dont expect me to go so easy on you."

Joseph probably should have left it at that. Oh, no.

Stumbling with the first step, but picking up speed quickly, he broke into a run, feet pounding the broken tarmac as he went.

The shot was aimed.

Throwing a fist back, he then launched it forward, hoping it'd hit the target - right in the back of Storm's head.

He was raging now, and quickly forgot how tired he was - no doubt, he'd drop to the ground soon enough, most likely with some help from Storm.

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[Divine Light]

Storm turned to leave the man. suddenly a pain shot through his skull and brain temporarily blurring his vision. he stumbled forward grabbing his head. he turned with anger to see the man standing there panting. he was obiviously the one who hit him."I warned you Storm growled. he got to his feet and charged at Joseph.

[snowdog]

It was satisfying to see the man shudder in pain. Joseph smiled to himself for a moment before seeing the form charge forward once again, the look in his eyes screaming that this wasn't over yet.

Reminding himself that he was disadvantaged, Joseph took to his toes, dodging the blow upon light feet. He stood a short distance away.

"So what are you doing here?" he chuckled. "This place is abandoned."

He ran forward, keeping close to the ground to keep safe. Guarding himself with crossed arms, he readied himself to land another strike upon the man's chest. That'd be enough to get him down and end the match - for now, anyway.

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[Divine Light]

"maybe ill tell you sometime Storm said. he put his hands out to both sides. both his hands glowed and bursts of flame shot out burning the ground. it was basicly a warning to this man not to mess with him."listen I dont want to fight anymore". who knows what could be out there and it's getting late". Storm put his hands down.

[snowdog]

Skidding to a stop, Joseph smirked, shrugging his shoulders.

"Fine," he waved a single hand, and after the terse speech, turned to leave. It was probably asking for trouble to turn his back upon the man, but frankly he didn't care. There were two things on his mind now - finding somewhere to sleep, and removing the glass from his skin. Now that the rush of battle was over, his skin begun to burn with shards.

Running a few fingers in his black hair, he noticed the similar ebony skies.

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[Divine Light]

Storm was suprised to see the man turn his back."listen.if you need a place to sleep I found a place". also you dont want that glass to stay in your arm I can help you if you come with me". this isn't just a trick to get you to follow me I am being serious".

[Rikken Omnious]

A dark figure appeared as a cloud of dust was kicked up in the sudden wind of the town, A Smoke hanging from his lip he entered his dusty and well travelled hands finding a tavern door as he walked inside and upto the bar.
"Whiskey," he said as he slid a note towards the barman. The man nodded and fetched his drink before opening it and putting it on the bar in front of. Spike put his head in his hands. "Why do I even bother to stop drinking?" He picked the can up and drank from it.

"Did you here? Another person was brutally killed out in the wasteland!" one person at the bar said
"Don't let that bother you! It was probably just some of those creatures!" the other said
"Thats just it! Most of the bodies have been found near piles of those creatures, butchered!" Said a third

"Put a bullet in them, they still die. Their not immortal." Said Spike he said to the three men before standing and walking out of the bar. He watched a man walk up the street. a black blade trailing behind him. He kept to the shadows following the subject quickly and closely though the alleyways behind the main buildings. The man stopped and looked a pair of people who where having a hurried discussion, These two he noticed as well as Superiors their slightly enlarged cranium and height were a dead giveaway to a trained eye. He removed the SOCOM from his waist and the Knife from it's chest pocket. and looked around the corner he had started walking again, Spike, Keeping his distance, taking the length of the sword into the factor and reaction time from previous encounters, His other hand ready with the knife to cut the cord that would activate the Dysruption Grenade.

"This should not be a waste of time!" He heard the man say

"No It shouldn't." he growled. His combat knife resting on the handle of the SOCOM that was now pointed at Slief. "Well, Well, I finally get the drop on one of you." He was ready for anything, His mind was focused on the other two as well as this one, but as they were not an immediate threat, he decided that they could be left alone for now. He was very cautious how he went about confronting these abominations. '"Put Your Hands in the air!" He demanded, he wasn't playing around, He knew how sly and manipulative they were. He wasn't taking any chances. "Your out of your league here, You might as well leave while you can. You got until the count of three to turn around and face me!"

[sephiroth2]

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"Put Your Hands in the air!" the voice demanded. Sleif did as the voice said. Slowly he raised his hands up, before turning around to face his stalker. From the looks of him, he seemed to be no more then 18, 19 tops. He wore entirely black clothes, except his top which was light brown in colour.

Sleif had met many of these, mercenaries before. Everyone of them the same, cocky and arrogant. But for some reason this one seemed different.
"Your out of your league here" the boy said to Sleif. "You're right there, I am out of my league!" Sleif said as he had his eyes closed while facing Spike.
"But I think I can lower my expectations this one time!" he said suddenly opening his eyes.

In that moment, Sleif had his sword withdrawn and was already directly in front of Spike, with the blade pressed against him.

[snowdog]

"listen.if you need a place to sleep I found a place. also you dont want that glass to stay in your arm I can help you if you come with me. this isn't just a trick to get you to follow me I am being serious."

The man called after Joseph as he turned to leave. The darker man peered over one shoulder, before casting his eyes to the flecked blood across his arm. It was sore. Taking his fingers to a bleeding little speck, he squeezed the skin, wincing slightly as the shard was removed from his arm. Flicking it to the ground, he made his choice.

The experiment was complete - he could remove the glass by himself.

"No thanks," he said, in a strangely polite manner. Perhaps he didn't want to make too many enemies. "There's a store back up this way where the windows are intact. I'll just rearrange the place and it'll be enough."

With that, he continued walking back up the street towards said shop.

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[Divine Light]

Storm was almost insulted that the man had turned him down.Storm ran after the man and stood in front of him."okay I am not good at this talking thing...what I am trying to say is..do you want to like...team up or something". I know your thinking not after what happened".but your strong and that could be usefull later on". also who knows what is out there". there could be creatures or something". the way I see it is both of us are more likely to survive if we stick together".

[Keyblade Smitey]

Blain turned as he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He found himself staring into the goggled eyes of a young woman about his age, maybe a couple of years younger. Black bangs framed her face, surprisingly pale, despite the hot sun. She was an outrider too, if her build and weaponry were anything to go by. He pushed his goggles back up onto his head again as a minor scuffle broke out in the street, the guards would be down on those guys like a ton of rocks soon. "Depends," he said, "Mech stuff's right across the street, but if it's infotech or comtech, you'd be better off getting the hell out of dodge right now. The Barons swipe anything liek that they can get their hands on and haul anyone hawking it off for 'questioning'. And if it's heavy artillery, you shouldn't have even looked this way." He glanced down the street, "Speaking of which, why don't se discuss this in the shade? Things are about to get messy out here..." A squad of big, tough guards, mixed sapiens and superiors, were marching towards the scuffle in the street with the kind of purpose that had the crowd scattering like ants. "Oh Schism," muttered Blain as he ducked into the guildhall, "They brought the phase cannon..."

The phase cannon was a much sought-after piece of pre-schism military hardware. It resembled an oblong rocket launcher with a magazine and would have made both the ancient heroes, Schwatzenaga and Rambo latch onto it like it like sea urchins. It had four types of ammo that had been discovered thus far, a mini rocket magazine, a crowd control beanbag launcher, a sonic round and its devestating, extremely rare, plasma round. As Blain ducked inside, the guards took up firing position, loading in a mini-rocket clip, while the other dozen or so took up support positions with automatic weapons. The message was clear: Quit fighting or there's gunna be nothing left but a crator.

[Divine Shadow]

Taira watched this display of "guard intuition" and smirked. "Whoever has the biggest gun around here wins huh?" she said to the guy as she followed him inside. She looked at him and pulled him to the side, out of the light that streamed in. She was deep in the shadows of a pillar and she looked at him. "okay guy... i got something worth sellin.. its extremely rare... and I'm sure your smart enough to know how much one of these is worth." As she spoke, she pulled out the fuel cell. it was dusty from the trip, but it had an odd green glow. She waved it in front of his face a little. "Think you can help me, without getting me killed?"

[sephiroth2]

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Turning towards the increasing number of guards, Sleif decide that if left unchecked it would cause some annoyance.
"Excuse me for a moment!" Sleif said to Spike, before he began to walk towards the group.

"Halt, back off and leave this area now, or we will be forced to use force!" one of the soldiers said, as Sleif continued to walk towards them.
With a puzzled look on his face, the soldier spoke again."This is your last warning. Back off, or we will open fire!" Sleif suddenly had a slight grin on his face as he got closer to the group.

"Fine, Open Fire!" the soldier said, causing the group of soldier to fire upon Sleif. Raising his hand towards the shots, the majority of them seemed to suddenly veer of course, most of them harmlessly striking the ground. The remaining shots, were deflected by Sleifs sword.

"What the.....!" the lead soldier said as he looked at his platoon, before turning back around, to be greeted by Sleifs face.
"Hello!" said Sleif with a twisted grin.

[Keyblade Smitey]

OOC: Be careful about godmodding guys, your powers aren't your main weapons remember, just a backup and helpful advantage. This isn't a story about the wonderful magical powers these people have; it's about what you can do with your wits, your guts and a bloody huge gun /OOC

Blain's eyes widened as he saw the thing the woman was holding out. An old-tech bio-cell. Talk about a stroke of luck! "I might be able to help you find a buyer for that," he began, but was cut off before he got any further,
"Blain? Guildmaster want's to see you in his office, five minutes ago." Blain shighed and pushed himself away from the pillar he had been lounging against,
"No rest for the bloody weary. Wait here a second, make yourself comfortable. This won't take a moment." He walked over to a door in the wall and disapeared inside, closing it behind him.

"This had better be good," he told the guildmaster bluntly, "I've got some business that can't wait." The guildmaster, an aging, but well-muscled sapiens with numerous scars and an eyepatch, looked up and growled at Blain,
"Don't get cocky kid, you're a good outrider, but remember your place."
"Yeah whatever. You got a problem you need solving?"
"Damn straight. Have a look at this." The guildmaster tossed a dossier folder onto his whetherbeaten desk and started explaining as Blain leafed through the doccuments inside. "A couple of days back, we lsot all contact with mine 4. Primarily iron shipments, so this is a bad thing with the current demand to repair the walls. Apparently, just prior to the incident they were reporting loss of several miners in their deep shalfts, frequent collapses too. Could be bandit trouble, could be some sort of new mutant beast, we don't know. What we do know is that we've had no word since. For some reason the Barons requested my very best to handle this. That's you kid. I don't know what the Schism is down there, but you are going to find out. We've got top credit riding on this one." He sighed and rubbed his ill-shaven jaw, "Don't know what the hell the brass are so riled up about. This isn't something they'd usually call in your rank for. Oh and one last thing," he locked eyes with Blain, "They don't want any witnesses. Capiche?" Blain raised an eyebrow, but nodded,
"Guild only then. What about the miners?"
"If they're still alive, make sure they stay shtum. Otherwise, they're not a problem."
Blain tucked the folder under one arm and nodded. "Fine. Later then chief." He walked back outside and spotted the woman, "Sorry about that. Now... About that cell..."

Outside, things were getting hairy. Superior guards opened up at point-blank with their guns. the rest scattered. At an unspoken signal, they all fell back, leaving the phase cannon free to fire. WHOMPH! The explosion shook the ground and knocked dust from wherever it had settled. The guards were careful though, keeping their wepons trained on the smoking hole that the cannon had blasted.