Insincerity
[An Order vs. Freedom; Original Roleplay]
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[An Order vs. Freedom; Original Roleplay]
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Assignment #62
Somewhere in Nevada, 10:37 PM.
Brief: Subject - Hank. Last seen wreaking havoc in a [demon] military facility.
The Goal: Apprehend the subject alive and return to headquarters. Avoid any unnecessary confrontation with Graceful Palm Agents. Finally, we've word they've planted an agent known as "J" or "The Saviour" in an attempt to kill Hank before we can retrieve him. Make haste and reach him with high priority.
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Somewhere in Nevada, 10:37 PM.
Brief: Subject - Hank. Last seen wreaking havoc in a [demon] military facility.
The Goal: Apprehend the subject alive and return to headquarters. Avoid any unnecessary confrontation with Graceful Palm Agents. Finally, we've word they've planted an agent known as "J" or "The Saviour" in an attempt to kill Hank before we can retrieve him. Make haste and reach him with high priority.
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Legan
It felt great. The blood trailed down the blade, that legan held with one hand, as its trail began to flow into the page of his book saturating the print. Dying right before his steel as Caesar was preoccupied with the phone. A patience incarnate, acting as a spy quickly silenced by these two.
Legan took a drag from his cigarette, then allowing the smoke to flow from his breath. "Sorry babe, your not my type."
The blades dug in, severing her up the middle, trailing from the very base of her navel, as the blade emerged out of her mouth. It curved and bent inside of her stomach, in a rather disgusting fashion. As he extended it to exceed more and more from the pages, extending it, it split through her skull, and quickly sliced her corpse in half vertically.
It was raining blood in the middle of nowhere. A light seemed to flicker as he opened his mouth, and caught a direct siphon of the blood. There was a violent bright light, and shimmer as the angel was exalted the storage of innocence became dark essence tainted by the demon's presence. Legan pulled his sleeve and looked at his watch, it was a meter with a single number. Five became Six.
As he closed his grimoire and turned to Caesar. "Brownie points with the commander for that kill, the blood on the pages is my proof. Also, do you feel any stronger?"
He cracked his neck and looked into the pitch black darkness of the area. The buildings from the outside appeared almost gray. The outside sky was dark, but it was a bloody red, just as a significant illusion that this was demon territory in that isolated spot. Where Legan and Caesar happened to stand, was about the borderline, so the angel that they just killed was about even with them.
He placed his hands on his mouth and did something rather disgusting. He pulled on the rim of his top and bottom jaw, and extended the expanse of his mouth. You could see his uvula, teeth, and esophagus all at the sametime. His tongue snaked into his pipe, he guessed this was his supernatural talent. Releasing his hands, like cartoon animation, his face fixed itself and he licked his chops. "Interesting skill. Lets go capture Hank now. Caesar, lets go we don't want to keep the others waiting because of us getting sidetracked by sexy winged women."
Legan put the front of his dark essence into his soles and jumped extremely far towards the compound.
Legan took a drag from his cigarette, then allowing the smoke to flow from his breath. "Sorry babe, your not my type."
The blades dug in, severing her up the middle, trailing from the very base of her navel, as the blade emerged out of her mouth. It curved and bent inside of her stomach, in a rather disgusting fashion. As he extended it to exceed more and more from the pages, extending it, it split through her skull, and quickly sliced her corpse in half vertically.
It was raining blood in the middle of nowhere. A light seemed to flicker as he opened his mouth, and caught a direct siphon of the blood. There was a violent bright light, and shimmer as the angel was exalted the storage of innocence became dark essence tainted by the demon's presence. Legan pulled his sleeve and looked at his watch, it was a meter with a single number. Five became Six.
As he closed his grimoire and turned to Caesar. "Brownie points with the commander for that kill, the blood on the pages is my proof. Also, do you feel any stronger?"
He cracked his neck and looked into the pitch black darkness of the area. The buildings from the outside appeared almost gray. The outside sky was dark, but it was a bloody red, just as a significant illusion that this was demon territory in that isolated spot. Where Legan and Caesar happened to stand, was about the borderline, so the angel that they just killed was about even with them.
He placed his hands on his mouth and did something rather disgusting. He pulled on the rim of his top and bottom jaw, and extended the expanse of his mouth. You could see his uvula, teeth, and esophagus all at the sametime. His tongue snaked into his pipe, he guessed this was his supernatural talent. Releasing his hands, like cartoon animation, his face fixed itself and he licked his chops. "Interesting skill. Lets go capture Hank now. Caesar, lets go we don't want to keep the others waiting because of us getting sidetracked by sexy winged women."
Legan put the front of his dark essence into his soles and jumped extremely far towards the compound.