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Re: Westonshire (Krieg Forces)

Post  The Vanguard on Tue Jan 20, 2015 12:05 am

Atlas

↘↘↘  As Atlas turned back to see the rubble cascading downwards atop the corpses of soldiers his mind began to slow down. With the immediate threat of enemies gone his mind had begun to clear, but of course that wasn't of his own power. The nano machines within him had recognized the absence of combat, and had begun to drain the incredible amount of adrenaline and testosterone that the gene had generated through his actions. Little by little, Atlas began to settle down; bringing his hand up to his forehead, he groaned in a bit of pain. His wounds had managed to heal thankfully, but with one quick look down he confirmed that his clothes had been shot and torn repeatedly. Taking a breath, Atlas started to climb over the rubble he had caused; his eyes glancing away from the bloody scene that was left beneath it. He had a few moments of sanity here and there, unfortunately, they were typically after a very gruesome scene. "What am I still doing here.." Atlas muttered to himself, moving throughout the mall now as he retraced his steps; but suddenly a loud thud brought his attention to a sudden point. A kid had just been rocket punched into a wall it seemed.


↘↘↘ "What the hell did I just walk in on?" Atlas spoke aloud, raising his voice as he drew nearer; clearly not worried about combat. He probably wouldn't be able to finish off anyone here, but he was rather confident that they wouldn't manage to kill him if his gene activated. The healing should keep him alive long enough that is. "Hey kid! You going to let her punch you like that without any retalliation?!" He shouted even louder, almost breaking into laughter as he drew nearer. He casually slid his torn white jacket off, leaving his red button up and his tie rested against his bloodied torso. Atlas started to roll up his sleeves as he took in the situation, a little close for typical comfort. Crona had been engaged upon, and now it was more than apparent that he had stumbled upon some other Killer Genes; some that happened to be being hunted down no less. 'It's not my responsibility to try and help them, right?' He thought to himself awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck idly and wearing a gaunt expression as he looked over the two. The woman seemed rather capable, if he left it long the kid might even be seriously injured... At the mere thought of that his blood flow started rising. He didn't need any more high and mighty heroes trying to rid the world of their gene, of the one thing that made him different; cracking his knuckles, Atlas started approaching the battle. "I suggest leaving the Killer Gene to his own devices, let him tucker himself out on blood and gore. Apparently this one has some sanity.." Atlas spoke up, his eyes reaching out towards Emilia as he tried to get his sentiment across. Unfortunately, that would be one of the last things he'd get to say with a modicum of sanity for a while. His eyes were starting to shift red once more, his body recognized the battlefield; and it only had one goal. It wasn't bloodlust, it wasn't murder, the radio signal wasn't bugging him now; but he had the deepest desire to duke it out with another killer gene. To really prove who was top dog.



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"At times I can stand back and admire the finer things in life," "But it's nothing compared to the beauty of raw nature."


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Re: Westonshire (Krieg Forces)

Post  Emu Queen on Tue Jan 20, 2015 12:12 am

✘ ✘ ✘ ▸ I`M BUILDING AN EMPIRE ↘↘
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxi`m building with my body and soul
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxi`m building with the stars mind
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxstarting from scratch it began with stone




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Blood froze as the first thing Crona did was get shot- she immediately rose her chainsaw back up, eyes darting about madly for the attacker, until the pinkette`s... odd behavior caught her attention instead. For the first time, a smile began to creep onto the toddler`s serious expression-- a wry, dangerous grin that appeared strikingly similar to Kraven`s own.
She watched, visibly excited as Crona jumped out into the fray- she followed after him, but was careful to stay at a distance. She had seen the killer gene first hand several times, enough to know that those who had managed to awaken it were a force to be reckoned with-- and she couldn`t afford to die yet. Blood was fairly unphased by the sight of splattered bodily fluid, chunks of tissue and organ- she did however, stop as someone managed to hit him... though he dealt with that quickly, assuring Blood that she had nothing to worry about. It was then that she took the time to look at the corpses she was walking over, and on a second look- it... began to register with her that these were not Krieg soldiers.
She blinked, then looked over at some other corpses- those belonging to the Krieg forces, which had already been almost entirely wiped out. That was around the time she caught sight of Emilia attacking Crona next- causing her to grimace. "STEP AWAY, HARLOT!" She roared, holding her chainsaw threateningly at Emilia. "You peons were oh so desperate to play hero you`ve escalated the situation-! Isn`t it about time you see the damage you`ve done and walked away...? Or do I have to force you--?!" If not for the Krieg soldiers being picked off, perhaps Crona wouldn`t have murdered fleeing innocents-- never mind the fact that the soldiers hadn`t done any real harm to Westonshire. Serious insight from a four year old... Either way, she wanted to get Crona to the Cathedral unharmed so his gene could be used more effectively-- and if the knightly dressed woman was gonna get in her way, she would just have to cut through her. As the well dressed man from earlier re-approached them, Blood sort of glanced at him out the corner of her eye- but remained focused on Emilia, awaiting her answer. 


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Re: Westonshire (Krieg Forces)

Post  Your Sweet Dreams on Tue Jan 20, 2015 12:28 am




Age//: Eighteen | Killer Gene | Feeling//: ..... | Place//: ..... | Company//: I'm alone...


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Before Crona could continue his slaughter of regular civilians, he heard a yelling and suddenly, everything went black. He heard his body crunch as it hit the wall, and felt as the blood bursted from his mouth. He had fallen from the wall to the ground in a pathetic looking manner. However, after laying there dead, he slowly managed to push himself up. He eyes rose to Emilia, the one who had harmed him. Black blood trickled down his chin, the source was from his huge, maniac grin. He tried to laugh, but choked on his own blood a bit. After spitting the black blood out, he finally could laugh. Crona tilted his head back and just laughed. Then, it stopped suddenly as his head dropped forward again, staring at the women. His smile was still present.
"Please... Tell me... Is your blood red..."
He asked before raising his blood soaked sword and licking it.
"Can I see?"
Wobbingly, Crona took a few steps forward before he saw another man. He was in nice clothing, despite the blood. He was yelling something that was not processing in Crona's mind. All that was going through his mind was...
"Red.... RED! Hahahahah, you're red!"
He said with Glee. Crona had completely forgotten about Emilia now as he darted towards Atlas. His steps were unbalanced as he moved forward towards him. As Crona ran towards him, he lifted his sword. However, he didn't swing. Crona had ran up to Atlas at full speed, then completely collided heads with him. This stumbled Crona back a bit as he kackled for no real reason, his head bleeding from the impact. He touched the blood on his head and laughed even more. He was just a laughing box that would not run out of batteries.
"Black! BLACK!! Mine is BLACK! ..... Why is mine Black?"
Crona stood there, staring at his own blood, before looking up to Atlas. He then showed him his fingers, despite his own body being covered in thick, black blood.
"Black. Why is it black. Why is it different? Why? WHY!?! Everyone's is RED! WHY IS MINE BLACK!"
He yelled, wanting an answer. After a moment, he began to giggle to himself as he looked at his fingers once more.
"Black... hehehehe... Black... .... I want more red... Red blood is prettier... Hehe..."
He giggled to himself, now completely forgetting that Atlas, Blood, and Emilia were even there.

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Re: Westonshire (Krieg Forces)

Post  MochaLatte on Tue Jan 20, 2015 12:45 am

Emilia Melchiott

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Emilia was confused... Why were these people trying to protect the mad child who was killing people? Was she honestly to blame for all this? She didn't know that these kids were here. She watched as Crona hit hard against the wall. She didn't mean to hit the kid that hard but... She had to make him immobile for a bit. "Calm down... I don't want to have to hurt you anymore then I have to." she said, but found that her words were lost on him. "My blood?" she asked, and saw his eyes, and Atlas confirmed it. 'Killer Gene...' she thought before looking back at Atlas for a moment and then Blood, and then back at Crona. She stepped aside as Crona went to Atlas to attack him with an unblinking stare, and then proceeded to... Question his own blood. "Because your special... And maybe lax of oxygen." she answered before looking at Atlas. "Fine then. Assume responsibility for him and her." she said as she referred to Blood with head movement. "I have people to escort before they find themselves lost." Emilia said to Atlas as she turned around and walked away, not even bothering to respond to Blood with the Harlot comment. She saw Hannibal. "Well that problem is solved by a volunteer. Now..." Emilia looked to the people. "You can decide... Who wants to stay and who wants to go? I'll escort you to a safer place as best I can... The choice is yours." Emilia said while giving a side look to Hannibal.
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Re: Westonshire (Krieg Forces)

Post  The Vanguard on Tue Jan 20, 2015 1:06 am

Atlas

↘↘↘ Atlas stood still as Crona addressed him, he had already begun questioning the color of Emilia's blood and with a rather inquisitive look he wondered just how far this killer gene's sanity would push through the brink. As he charged Atlas, a dark grin crossed his features; ready for an attack, ready to see what this youth had in store for him! Bop. Wait. What. "Kid..?" Atlas questioned, his body completely confused as the threat of attack dwindled; the collision was nothing for the adult, he barely shifted as the youth stumbled backwards and started cackling madly with laughter. "I'm red now, but if you're really interested in colors there's also blue-" Atlas was starting, but as Emila cut in to the child's shouts about black blood he stopped. Maybe introducing the child to the concept that he could see blue blood if he cut quick enough and if the blood had no oxygen wasn't a good idea. He'd go out in search of it probably. "Yeah, special.." He coughed, reaching out and ruffling the kids hair like it was nothing. While he anticipated a strike, his body's instinct was to show a bit of dominance; but bit by bit, his goal had begun to shift. His mind was working on another instinct, and that was the preservation of his own kind. Of the rare gene that the three of them seemed to possess. "You're unique, few of us have the blood lust you're experience; and I haven't met anyone else with black blood." Atlas went on, taking his hand off the kid's head; but his face showed that he still considered him a potential threat. For a moment however, his attention shifted towards the hero as she began to back off; heading off towards a white haired elderly gent. "When did I become a babysitter?!" He shouted, expecting her to turn and address him; but he didn't have high hopes for that.


↘↘↘ Taking a breath to calm himself, he glanced over to the four year old for a moment; but despite random obscene outbursts she didn't show much of a lack of sanity. She knew enough to stand back after all, on the other hand he was standing still by the one currently in a blood lust; maybe he wasn't all that sane after all. "You ready to calm down?" Atlas questioned, looking down at Crona; glancing towards his blade. Atlas still had his firearm at his waist, but wasn't all that keen on using a gun on a kid; especially if he'd just be swinging his blade at him. Angry at the world, but not very accurate in his anger.



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"There was never a need for civility," "It's only a mask for the animals that we are inside."

"At times I can stand back and admire the finer things in life," "But it's nothing compared to the beauty of raw nature."


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Re: Westonshire (Krieg Forces)

Post  Emu Queen on Tue Jan 20, 2015 1:23 am

✘ ✘ ✘ ▸ I`M BUILDING AN EMPIRE ↘↘
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxi`m building it with all i know
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxi`m building with my body and soul
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxi`m building with the stars mind
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxstarting from scratch it began with stone




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xxxxxxxBlood✖↰ Dragovich
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x i`m building an empire, xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx that`s one day gonna scrape the sky x


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Emilia`s reaction actually made Blood wither. Did she actually not understand a word she said...? She wasn`t saving anyone, her interference with the plans of the Krieg Forces were only causing more chaos-- how big was her ego that she actually needed all of this to validate her? And as she overheard the redhead going to Hannibal, she actually stopped to roll her eyes- this wasn`t any of her business, nor did she care about the lives of the innocent nor the Krieg army- but seeing someone so unbelievably ignorant was nothing but nerve grinding. Though out of all the things Emilia said, one thing pissed Blood off the most. "I AM NOT ANYONE ELSE`S RESPONSIBILITY YOU WANTON WHORE!" She barked, actually seemingly ignoring Crona at this point-- his behavior was very quickly normalized. Though she did take the time to realize that the traits of his killer gene did seem very much like those of a level one... the potential was glaringly obvious, though now came the issue of getting him to calm down enough to actually leave Westonshire...
Atlas seemed to be making an attempt, though. If anyone was gonna get mauled to death by killer gene-y Crona, it was gonna be him and not her- so Blood quickly took a large step back, keeping her chainsaw close to ensure her safety. She should have thought through this some more...  


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Re: Westonshire (Krieg Forces)

Post  Your Sweet Dreams on Tue Jan 20, 2015 1:34 am


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Crona felt the hand on his head, and it made his curious face twist into one of unbelievable anger. Crona lazily swung his sword at Atlas, slicing his shirt and some of his skin. Enough to bleed, not enough to leave a scar.
"Don't fucking touch me! Touching me is BAD!"
He yelled at him. Crona huffed a bit in anger as his eyes went back to his hand with blood. Blood. It was black. Not red. Not red. Not.... Crona's eyes widened as he saw the blood on his hands. He let out a terrified scream before looking up at the man before him, covered in blood. He let out another scream and quickly stepped back, many, many times. As he stepped back, he tripped over a corpse, and screamed yet again. The sight was horrifying to say the least. Crona's eyes instantly filled with tears as he crawled back a bit and circled into a ball.
"Again... Again... Why did it happen Again... I... I didn't mean to I- I didn't do it... It wasn't me!"
He cried as he desperately tried to rub off the foreign blood that littered his clothing and skin.
"It happened again!"
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Re: Westonshire (Krieg Forces)

Post  MochaLatte on Tue Jan 20, 2015 1:42 am

Emilia Melchiott

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Emilia waited and with no reply from the people she turned to walk away. When asked by Atlas why he was left with the duty of babysitting she replied, "Since you interfered." she paused to look at Blood. The stare was... Uncomfortable, and lasted for a little bit. "... Then be responsible, and leave." and with that, Emilia took off. She didn't look back to see who would follow, but regardless she aimed to go to a town that was close in case any did. She was asked to come and help, and she did her best. She just wished that she did a better job.

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Re: Westonshire (Krieg Forces)

Post  The Vanguard on Tue Jan 20, 2015 1:52 am

Atlas

↘↘↘ Atlas looked up as the young girl shouted out towards the retreating figure of Emilia, practically shouting obscenities that he wouldn't expect a girl of twice her age to know. 'Exactly who raised this kid?' He thought to himself, the killer gene wasn't supposed to manifest this early in an individual's life.. But there were always exceptions. Nano machines apparently weren't very compatible with the gene, yet he's alive, and he wasn't all that sure of how common black blood must be. It seemed like everyone gathered here had something a little special; and what worried him the most was that he was unsure of what the white haired man had under his sleeve. His appearance reminded him of some rather unsavory memories, so he quickly dismissed it from his thoughts as fast as he could.


↘↘↘ As Crona shouted out as he touched his head, and with his hand retreating fast he stepped back; but not fast enough, his blade crossed along Atlas's torso and he ended up gritting his teeth; baring them for a moment in pain, but he took a breath and stood up straight. His body was recognizing the threat and he was about to retalliate when a look of innocent shock crossed over the youth's features. As Crona screamed; Atlas lost the urge to deck the little brat across the chin, sighing as he bit his lip and suffered through the pain. The cut remained, it refused to heal when he wasn't willing to act on his instinctive urges. "Settle down kid, settle down.." Atlas spoke, his voice soft for a moment as he raised his right arm; but put it simply against his chest to help staunch the blood flow. Something like this wouldn't kill him, but it was bothersome none the less. As Crona began freaking out, shouting out nonsense and trying to rub off the blood that coated his skin Atlas cast a glance towards the other child. "A little help over here, aren't you looking after him?" Atlas asked aloud, beckoning Blood forward as he knelt down beside Crona. Careful not to try touching him again. "Hey, if the blood's bothering you that much; let's get you changed. I'd say that you should get used to the sight of blood.. But this is a little too awkward even for me. Pitiful for someone with the gene, but otherwise morally upstanding." Atlas went on, weighing the pros and cons in his mind to reacting to blood like this; it took him a few moments to return to the scene at hand. "Uh.. Anyway, I know just the place; showers probably don't work here but if you're looking for a quick change in clothes there's a store not to far from here." Atlas finished, in fact he had just left it a while back; and there was that one suit he had been eyeing.. With the state his current one was now in, and the fact he would like to tie something around his wound he figured it'd make a nice trip. As Emilia's word crossed over to him, he took a short breath before just glancing over. Interfered, huh?



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"There was never a need for civility," "It's only a mask for the animals that we are inside."

"At times I can stand back and admire the finer things in life," "But it's nothing compared to the beauty of raw nature."


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Re: Westonshire (Krieg Forces)

Post  Emu Queen on Tue Jan 20, 2015 2:51 am

✘ ✘ ✘ ▸ I`M BUILDING AN EMPIRE ↘↘
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxi`m building it with all i know
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxi`m building with my body and soul
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxi`m building with the stars mind
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxstarting from scratch it began with stone




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xxxxxxxBlood✖↰ Dragovich
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x i`m building an empire, xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx that`s one day gonna scrape the sky x


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Blood withered some more when Crona actually reverted back to normal- which was actually needed because she wanted to speak to him when he was coherent... but also significantly less cooler than seeing him rip through innocent people. She wasn`t really the kind to get excited over blood and guts, moreso shows of dominance-- but that was still cool...
As Emilia came walking back her way, Blood returned her stare, her piercing red eyes hinting that she wasn`t at all impressed by the knightly woman- and her comment only served to infuriate the toddler more. "Do not tell me what to do..." She hissed, actually continuing to glare at Emilia as she disappeared from sight-- and only looking away when Atlas called her over. The whitette glared over her shoulder, but eventually budged and waddled over to the two boys, and listening to the rest of what the redhead had to say. "Black blood is a regular in humans possessing the killer gene, though typically only in those already level three... however, the pink one shows the traits of a level one-- quite baffling. It is rumored that Cain himself has blood very similar..." She murmured, "Another option- as I previously stated, my mother owns a cathedral not very far from this location. There are people within the Ministry of Death who may know more about the killer gene than I. I believe there are showers there as well...?"  


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Post  Your Sweet Dreams on Tue Jan 20, 2015 3:09 am


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Crona winced and scooted back a bit when Atlas came closer. He stopped though, and just listened to him, giving him little nods every here or there. He did want to change... And a shower would be heavenly.... But that damned word kept coming up. Killer Gene this, Killer Gene that, just what was that stupid thing! Crona inhaled, as though he were to yell, but stopped short. He never yelled while calm...
"Everyone keeps talking about it.... What is it... What in the world is a Killer Gene... It keeps coming up, but what is it? I want to know!- I want to know..."
He looked down at his lap, which had blood all over it. So instead, he closed his eyes and tried to make the images of man slaughter disappear from his mind. He shook his head a bit, wanting them gone...
"Anywhere... With clothes... Or a shower... I want to be clean...."
He sniffled, keeping his eyes shut.



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Post  The Vanguard on Tue Jan 20, 2015 4:01 am

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↘↘↘ Atlas remained crouched beside Crona as he began to regain a bit of his composure. There was little that he could offer at this point to be honest, and while he wanted to help he wasn't exactly the most comforting of sorts. He had siblings, but they never needed any kind of actual support from him after all. His attention was soon shifted towards Blood however as she began talking about the killer gene and some traits about it. "Pretty knowledgeable for a child." Atlas says bluntly, his features unchanging as he looked her over once more. She was dressed formally, but her youth showed; it was rather odd to imagine her being well versed in the specifics of the gene. As she mentioned a level three however he raised his eyebrow, these levels.. Again with the level system. Those strange people had mentioned levels, but they had referred to him as something akin to a level 2.. Now there's a level 3. Great. Who was Cain anyway?


↘↘↘ "A cathedral.." Atlas murmured, thinking it over. Why did he think he had heard about this before, and as Blood started to piece things together his eyes opened wide. "Your mother owns the supposed headquarters for the Ministry of Death?" He questioned, already continuing. "Besides that, sorry for being blunt kid but I don't think that's appropriate company for someone freaking out about blood." Atlas went on, he worked as a bartender part time; and from doing so he got to hear a lot of gossip around local towns. General consensus, stay away from the Ministry of Death. Taking a breath Atlas got to his feet, his clothes rustling as the holes and tears fluttered from the movement. "I'm heading over to the store with a fresh set of clothes," Atlas started, looking between the two. He was torn between actually looking after them, and separating. "Friendly bit of advice, but if you're looking for some kind of sanity; some form of stability. Heading into the den of the Ministry of Death probably isn't your best bet, you may even be better off alone." Atlas finished, sighing at the thought of the younger girl having family there. "Do you really plan on bringing someone like him to the cathedral? What do you plan on accomplishing with that?"



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Post  Emu Queen on Tue Jan 20, 2015 4:26 am

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Blood thought for a moment, looking to actually answer Crona`s question- but quickly found herself unable to. She didn`t know how to explain a killer gene-- beyond the fact that it was a genetic irregularity that... well, did killer gene stuff. So, her reply sufficed as a shrug- and Atlas` words made her bristle. Her red gaze snapped up to meet his face, suddenly glaring. "Do I LOOK like a child to you?! Watch your tongue before I see it fit to cut it off, rodent-" She snapped, clearly personally offended- because she was obviously not at all a child. As he went on, however, she visibly mellowed out, taking back her focused stone-faced expression as she took in his words. She looked at Crona as Atlas spoke, as if trying to tell him that Atlas was full of lies with no words at all-- and once the redhead got around to asking why exactly she thought taking Crona to the Ministry of Death was a good idea, she looked back up at him. "My father is Yuri Dragovich. Kraven. He is the killer gene. He knows killer gene. He may be able to tell him more, as repulsive as he is... there`s a few others with the gene as well, myself included. They may know things." She straightened out some, now redirecting her attention to Crona. "If you wish to learn more, you will follow me."

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Crona looked between the two people and frowned deeply. He slowly pushed himself back a bit and began to shake.
"I-I don't know what... But... What... W-what do I do... I don't know what to do.... I don't want to die... I don''t want to be hurt.... "
He began to tearing up and shook his head. He slowly stood up and placed away his sword, looking down at the ground and frowning. There was the Cathedral, which sounded both nice and scary, and then there was wherever Atlas was going to suggest to him. He didn't really have a say in anything anyway... He was too scared to even speak up.
"A-ahh... Um... I...."
He mumbled, looking down and fiddling with his fingers a bit, nervous.



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Post  The Vanguard on Tue Jan 20, 2015 5:45 am

Atlas

↘↘↘ Atlas raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms across his chest as Blood actually got upset for him looking at her like a child. "You're serious. Aren't you?" Atlas went on, taking a breath and shaking the thought from his head for a while. She clearly was a child; and she had the attitude for a stubborn child as well. As the child mentioned who her father was however Atlas's color seemed to shift. 'Kraven.' He thought to himself, his nerves tensing up; his eyes almost flaring red at that moment but it settled down over time. She had mentioned that her father was repulsive, which may be a plus, and she managed to confirm his suspicion of her own killer gene. "If you think he's repulsive.. I fear that bringing Crona to such a place is unnecessary. If he wants to know about the killer gene, second hand information should be good enough; I'd rather not see him being brought in front of the cruelest Killer Gene in modern history." Atlas went on, turning towards Crona for a second. Crona was willing to go along with her if she insisted, mostly out of a lack of a backbone it seemed.


↘↘↘ "First, follow me. Decide if you want to follow her towards a rather high chance of enlistment or death in the Ministry of Death." Atlas spoke calmly, reaching out for Crona's hand; grabbing hold of it and leading him towards the clothing store he had been in earlier. "Find something to change into, use any terrible clothes to clean up like they were a towel if you can." He went on, taking a breath before going on again. "Hey, personally; don't go with her. I don't know where you've been the last few years, but the Ministry of Death means trouble. Typically a lot of it."



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Post  RichNuttyTaste on Tue Jan 20, 2015 7:27 am


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Hannibal payed mind to the little glances that Emilia occasionally shot back at him, his smile was inclined to be so sardonic and cynical but it soon took of his ego, his megalomania. However he had nor hand in murder as not one bloody corpse rested in shallow grave because of him. The radios began to chatter, making preparations for rebuilding--for "modernizing".

He looked onward, slowly skulking towards the three killer gene humans, some reeking of death and oxidized iron than the rest. He was frankly, glad he wasn't noticed for he heard something much, much, more appetizing. A name he hadn't heard in a long time. A fight not fought. A maniac not slaughtered. An experiment not furthering this world's progress that got away too soon.

Kraven....

His teeth began to bare insidious intent as he finally reached Blood's side, crouching too her height. His face belied his motive. His need and wanted. Kraven. Yuri Dragovich. Father Death! Yes! YES! He paid little mind to the others as he dragged a meaty half devour corpse alongside him

"May I ask something, if only for a moment!" He put a facade on, feign a sheepish nature despite having his nature be so bold face revealed "Did you say something about....Kraven?" He began to raise himself. Three killer genes. Three. I wonder what luck would bring him here to find these perfect specimens! What luck. If one were to strike--would a fight ensue? He wasn't caring for their ability. One should abnormal strength--a thing he was born with not given, he was not too worried about that. The other had blood blackest night, that one was of interest. Then..The last one. The young girl. He wondered how life ensnared her in such a deadly game, and how easily she seems to reciprocates this fascination for it.
He wondered which ones would he need to tear open to discover more about the potential of a killer gene thesis, such a thought!






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Post  Emu Queen on Tue Jan 20, 2015 10:08 pm

✘ ✘ ✘ ▸ I`M BUILDING AN EMPIRE ↘↘
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"You must speak-" Blood encouraged, growing increasingly unsure what to make of Crona`s mumblings. Also Atlas was speaking more, and she didn`t like that. She looked at the redhead in a way that reeked of 'creepy child' tropes, any regular person would feel immensely unnerved- and she was definitely radiating some kind of dangerous aura. "You speak gibberish- he is gone right now. You may be fine with staying coddled and protected and ignorant your whole life- but I`m beyond pressing that upon the pink one. And contrary to popular belief- Deathworshippers do not kill on sight..." Her voice was laced with a quality that seemed almost defensive and protective- in reality, she was quite attached to her mother, Catherine, and saw the faction as much her`s as it was Kraven`s. Either way, she locked her sight on Crona, and spoke again. "You will mean trouble to more innocents if you don`t capitalize on the potential your gene possesses. We are going to the Cathedral. Then, she looked up at Atlas, as she grabbed Crona`s wrist again and began attempting to yank him her direction. "Also, I found it first--"
Through all of this, she almost hadn`t notice the predator-like man slowly skulking toward them, like a shark closing in on freshly wounded prey- it wasn`t until the sound of the body he was dragging along inched close enough that Blood glanced his way, still as neutral as she previously had been. His inquiry, however, caused her expression to twitch- she had spoken that name too loudly. While she usually would have been happy to have attracted the attention of another powerful overlord of the same social standing as herself, given that she was constantly surrounded by pathetic peons-- the topic he had chosen to engage with her in was not her favorite. "...And if I had?" She answered, turning fully to face Hannibal and arching her neck to be sure she could look him in the eyes. "What of it?"   


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Before Crona could do really much of anything, Atlas had grabbed his hand and tugged him along. He was kind of weary of him touching him, but he wasn't getting angry over it. Did that mean it was ok? Did that mean that Atlas meant well? Crona furrowed his brows a bit in thought until he cane back to earth, barely catching what Atlas was saying. Crona nodded and slowly pulled his hand from Atlas, and held it to his chest. He quickly went forward and searched for some clothes. Do to his lanky physique, looking for the right kind of clothes was sorta challenging. In the end, he found some black skinny jeans and a blank T-shirt with an explosion on it, and then a sort of baggy jacket over it. He had used a regular black T-shirt to clean up all of the horrid blood before changing clothes. In his new outfit, Crona slowly headed to wherever Atlas would be- Somewhere near suits he presumed.
"There's not much that really fit me..."
He said with his eyes to the ground.
"What are you going to do... After this....?"



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↘↘↘ As Atlas made his way towards the store with Crona in tow, he relaxed a bit; behind him he could hear a few comments shot in their direction by Blood but she made no attempt to go after them and towards the store. 'Maybe interfering with a child with a chainsaw isn't a great idea, but still.. She's a child. What is she going to do? Cry?' He mulled over, thinking about all the possibilities; he didn't mind as Crona took his hand back and brought it to his chest. Atlas merely acknowledged it with a soft nod in his direction, letting him head off to find his own change of clothes while he managed to move over towards the dressier apparel. Looking over a few button ups, Atlas idly started undoing his tie; followed by his buttons till the tattered dress shirt was off. He stood there for a moment, using the old shirt to clean up the wound over his chest; he grit his teeth at the pressure but went through it, cleaning his wound as best he could before taking a soft breath. It'd heal over time.. It wasn't that deep, and with his luck he'd probably lose sanity and heal at some point anyway. Reaching out towards another red dress shirt and black slacks, he began to dress; but this time he grabbed a black vest to accompany it. "Not bad." He spoke to himself, fitting his arms through the sleeves as Crona appeared around the corner. "You look better, don't worry to much about the size. If you get it close enough no one will question you out here, not to mention learning how to tailor clothes could be a nice hobby." Atlas remarked, buttoning up the vest as he turned to face him.


↘↘↘ "Me?" He started, thinking about his plans as he started fixing his hair in a shattered mirror. "There's a few towns around here, safe for the most part from typical hostility; they've got food, lodging, and lucky enough for me bars. I can get part time work at one town close by, they're familiar with me so it may come in handy; and if I grab some of the gear off some fallen soldiers.. That'll pay for lodging for quite some time." Atlas went on, not minding that he was talking a lot towards the youth. Turning to face him, he offered a small smile as he worked on putting on a new tie. "You're free to come with me, I'm sure I can get you working as a waiter at a bar; as long as you aren't to clumsy or shy towards the patrons. A little bit is fine, they might tease you a bit though." He jested, knowing the kind of people that frequent bars; he knew a few would enjoy a shy, thin, young male going around to serve them. The pink hair might be a bonus. As the thought started to dwindle though, he mulled over how his alternative may be following the child to the questionable cathedral. She had attempted to pull Crona towards her earlier, but he had slid out; and while she had called him ignorant and coddled to not want to go to the home of one of the most well known psychopaths he wasn't sure if leaving her was the right idea. Taking a few steps towards the door, Atlas glanced out of the store; looking at the man that had moved towards the child in their absence. He looked over the child almost protectively, trying to catch their conversation but he was to far by now; and he figured she'd be pissed that they actually went off after her attempt to claim Crona. "Either way.. I'd be careful around her. Her father, that cathedral, they might know a lot about the Killer Gene; but they're also notorious for misusing it. Or rather, having some of the worst cases of it.." Atlas spoke softly, "I can't say I know much myself. Only bits and pieces you hear around bars, but it's known that Kraven is a super criminal. So I'd be wary of his daughter; and while I can't offer much help myself," He stopped there, averting his attention back to Crona before continuing. "I have it too. I face the same issues that the others do, and while I can't help you control it; I may be able to keep you from activating it so frequently." He finished, keeping oneself in a calm sense of mind; and a non stress filled situation was the best he could do. That was at most that he could offer Crona now, because unfortunately, even Atlas had his own episodes of violence.



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Hannibal looked towards the young child before him with an intrigue that was nearing a borderline of maniac thirst. The shark man's eyebrow rose as she gave him a bit of sass. This creature was truly fascinating, she looked rather young. Too young. It almost made him think of his own children, an instance of somber fond memories came over him. Yet only an instant.
He looked at Blood dead in the eyes. Familiar. However he chuckled at her way of going about herself, kneeling he looked her in the eyes. The voice of the tyrant had faded, turning more into a mediator, almost fatherly.

"He and I used to be in the same...business before. Knowing his location would assist me greatly" He said with a bit of sarcasm in his voice, he slowly showed a truthful voice as he continued "I'll tell you the name I gave him a time ago. Hannibal Krieg."


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Post  Emu Queen on Thu Jan 22, 2015 12:15 am

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Atlas and Crona had walked away from her. Big. Mistake. She knew she hadn`t wasted all of her time here doting over Crona only to have him taken from her-- his gene was too advanced to be wasted. If it was going to be used, then it was going to be used against Cain.
Hannibal, at the moment, required more attention- she noted the change in expression and tone with a quirked eyebrow, but remained otherwise stoical. As he mentioned he was someone from her father`s past, her first thought had been No Man`s Land-- there, Kraven had racked up his fair share of enemies, and her automatic assumption to those with more eccentricities mentioning having known her father was that they had once been allies--or bitter rivals--in No Man`s Land. Allies, enemies- all the same thing to Kraven. For a few long seconds, she simply stared at the dictator, somewhat pensive- if he was asking for Kraven, it was likely that he wanted to kill him... and that was bad, because that was Blood`s thing. Anyone else trying to kill Kraven automatically went on her shit list. But, at the same time...
She stopped, glancing over in the direction Crona and Atlas had gone- then looked back to Hannibal. "I shall give you his location if you assist me in laying waste of the red one. Come," She said firmly- then turned on her heel, revved up her chainsaw to light it aflame-- before walking away towards their location. She eventually made her presence known by slicing through a rack of clothing, the flames licking at her blade attaching themselves to the various cloths to create an even larger mess. She wasn`t going to back away from this- leaving someone with black blood at level one unattended was just asking for the Church of Crime to come and whisk him away. "CRONA. WITH ME. NOW. WE`RE GOING TO THE DEATHWORSHIPPERS. YOU`VE LOST YOUR CHOICE."  


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Re: Westonshire (Krieg Forces)

Post  Your Sweet Dreams on Thu Jan 22, 2015 1:27 am


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Crona listened closely to Atlas and about Kraven. He gave gentle nods here and there, indicating he was listening. Everything that he was saying made Crona more and more scared of the cathedral. He didn't want to be used, or worse, meet Kraven... What if he hated him, and killed him on the spot!? Crona fiddled with the baggy sleeves of his jacket, contemplatingon what to do. Who to go with. Where to go. Though, the more he thought on it, the more that Atlas seemed to be a safe bet. He also had the thing that made him do bad stuff. What was it called again? The Killer Gene? He's asked so many times what that was, but has gotten no answers. And when he did, they made no real sense... What was he to do? Crona bit his bottom lip as he also thought about working at a bar... He is really shy though, and pretty damn clumsy... He'd make a fool out of himself for sure. As he thought more... Maybe if he tried .. Get a little money... Live on his own, and be peaceful... He wouldn't have to hurt anyone. The thought made Crona smile, the first time that his sane self has actually smiled. It was a truly rare occasion. However, that smile was quickly wiped away at the sound of a chainsaw and yelled. Crona turned quickly and fell back on his bottom, letting out a startled cry from the sudden destruction and yelling. Crona shielded himself from the terrifying toddler, too shocked and scared to really say much. All that came out was inaudible mumbles. Why... Did he lose his choice?




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Re: Westonshire (Krieg Forces)

Post  The Vanguard on Thu Jan 22, 2015 1:42 am

Atlas

↘↘↘ Atlas was finally beginning to settle into his changed attire, even moving his gun belt to his waist from his earlier discarded slacks as the revving of a chainsaw could be heard; and quickly approaching. As it started to saw through a clothes rack Atlas's features grew cold, turning his attention towards the girl he immediately drew his gun; barrel facing the child's temple. "Exactly who raised you like this?" Atlas spoke, almost in pity. "Oh right. Big boy Kraven.. I guess I shouldn't be too surprised. But really, did you have to destroy perfectly good clothes?" He chided, drawing the hammer back on his gun as his eyes started to glisten with a crimson sheen. The wound in his chest was healing exponentially, sealed in moments as Atlas's eyes glanced towards the elder male for a moment. Behind him, he could hear the idle murmurs of Crona; he didn't seem at peace in the slightest, but just before he had thought that he had finally managed to bring some sort of peace to the kid. "You really know how to ruin a moment don't you?" Atlas spoke, almost laughing at the thought of it.


↘↘↘ Top dog. Dominance. Possession. These thoughts crossed through his mind a thousand times, they were his fuel now; his driven instinctive goal. Species have been recorded to preserve their young, their genes, to pass it on to the next generation is their utmost goal in life; while that isn't typically common in humans, it seemed to manifest well in Atlas. Protective and impulsive, with a great tendency for showing his power. "Do you hear yourself?!" He barked, finally losing his calm; his features growing livid as his blood flow picked up the pace. His veins were growing more prominent, and he was starting to lose his morality where shooting a child in the forehead was a bad idea. "He's quivering! Terrified of your actions, and here you are trying to bring him to a group of death worshippers?! You have no jurisdiction, you have no right in this matter. It's his decision.." He finished, hearing the murmurs he sighed a bit. "No matter how long it'll take him to make it." Atlas stood in between Crona and Blood, taking the steps necessary to position him well; that chainsaw looked gruesome and while he was confident in his healing.. Being caught aflame would mean a lot of damn work for his nano machines. Not to mention the chance of losing a limb; thankfully, besides supposed physical superiority over the kid he had range with his firearm. He wondered just how this would go down..



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"There was never a need for civility," "It's only a mask for the animals that we are inside."

"At times I can stand back and admire the finer things in life," "But it's nothing compared to the beauty of raw nature."


Look at this lovely company :: Killer Genes, and an old man
Damn look at this place :: Mall
Aren't I feeling sentimental lately, like.. :: A little too protective

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Re: Westonshire (Krieg Forces)

Post  RichNuttyTaste on Fri Jan 23, 2015 1:07 am


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The man chuckled as Blood's voice was more that of a well-honed adult than a simple child, perhaps she would be a good bride for one of his younger children if it weren't for he deadly gene structure. The way she commanded was in fact for him was a darling and cute oddity for him. Atlas's various begrudging about Kraven were justified, however letting a killer gene human do whatever they desire was not something in his game-plan.

Hannibal played along with Blood's game, yet from his lips came an offer. Something strange and drew a devious smile. He was surrounded by killer gene humans--prime specimens, a bit lesser from Kraven, but strong enough to be good donors.
"If I do not gain enough 'samples' from the Red-haired, I desire sufficient samples from both you and the unstable brat over there." He insisted with a voice that wouldn't take no for an answer. Hannibal seemed determined to know more about the killer gene.
He looked towards Atlas with not animal-like glare or even the slightest bit of animosity. It was just a stare. He slowly began to clench on the femur bone of the corpse he feasted upon with such casual force and snapped it.

"Tell me. How strong is your will to protest this girl?" Hannibal saw raw power at the finest, saw a man tear through armored soldiers with glee and joy--Nothing this boy even had would surprise him. Hannibal's eyes acted as if they foretold his attack if things escalated far enough.  

"...I truly doubt that it would allow you to fight so foolishly towards death. The Killer gene that runs through your veins gives me no empathy for you...I forewarn you now, boy "






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Re: Westonshire (Krieg Forces)

Post  Emu Queen on Fri Jan 23, 2015 7:43 pm

✘ ✘ ✘ ▸ I`M BUILDING AN EMPIRE ↘↘
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxi`m building it with all i know
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxi`m building with my body and soul
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxi`m building with the stars mind
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxstarting from scratch it began with stone




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xxxxxxxBlood✖↰ Dragovich
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x i`m building an empire, xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx that`s one day gonna scrape the sky x


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"How about samples from Kraven himself--? You wanted him, didn`t you? Besides, I am yet to be awakened, and the pink one is but a level one- immensely common. Kraven is a much rarer specimen..." Blood quipped back to Hannibal as he mentioned needling samples from one of the killer genes present- while she wouldn`t have much of a problem donating to his knowledge so long as she could live afterwards, she`d prefer if Crona could be left alone-- and roping Kraven into this sounded like the best idea ever.
As they actually came to approaching Atlas and the first thing the redhead did was prop a loaded barrel up against the toddler`s forehead- all the toddler did was stare up eerily at him, certainly not phased, but now yielding her saw to her side. She allowed Hannibal speak first, glancing up at him as she did. He would make an excellent ally. Intimidating, and if the show earlier was any indication, he was in no way low on men-- while he`d have to keep a distance from Kraven to ensure that Blood was the one to kill him, he worked just fine. Either way, as he finished, her attention was back on Atlas, her neutral expression contorted just slightly with ire. "Do not play the hero before me, dog, and do not act as if you know better than I-- perhaps you`ve heard of the individual known as Cain...? Perhaps you`ve heard of how he hunts down and kidnaps those with the killer gene, yes...? I`d only assume so..." Her calm slowly evaporating, she narrowed her eyes. "If you think a level one with black blood has anything resembling a chance to be 'normal' when being hunted by them-- you`re a fool. Brand the Deathworshippers all you want based on rudimentary rumors- in that regards, they`re what you would call the 'morally upright' ones." Defending the Deathworshippers left a bad taste in her mouth, but in the end of the day-- she was raised under their beliefs, and she knew that the Church of Crime was finally active in the Wild West again, something unheard of since she was born. The Deathworshippers could, at the very best, offer legitimate protection... "Survival is the one constant in the law of the wild. It also happens to be the most essential. Now, come with me. Both of you."   


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