Wetwork

[cats]

Celst

OOC: I take it some one pmed the others and told them it was running again.

IC: Damn I don't stand a chance in a fight. I could run but in his fallen angel form Wrathlance is fast. Still I could get my wings out and a head start flying away. The pain of takeing out his wings would slow him for a short time. But only a few seconds. How far could I get in a few seconds? Damn my only option is to go with him. He defently will turn on me when he gets a chance. Or would he be hells only minon that would give me a chance to come back. I know he did like the time we spent to gether in hell. But I left him there the guy wasn't all that worthy of my affection.

"Fine I'll go with you." I know I'm going to regret this.

 

[PmTick]

Hans

This mission was taking far more time than he had planned. He walking inside St. Peters, observing the different vantage points and walking past the millineum doors. "So many friggin toursists. No security for the main gate. This is too friggin easy."

 

[Khadgar]

i'm confused.

 

[Kelson]

The vampire slowly slipped away as the demonic entities began moving and speaking, seeking easier prey in this dark city.

OOC) I think I'm going to drop out of this...if someone feels like taking over my character feel free.

 

[Morgoth]

Wrathlance smiled to himself as he thought about what she was probably thinking. When they got back to the brothel, Wrathlance sat down in a comfortable, yet small chair. He watched at the fluid grace of celst as she sat opposite him. "You know my 'heroic' story, don't you Celst?" he asked suddenly. "You know that my life so far has not been easy. Therefore, I want to make this specific task simple. You tell me what I need, I round up all evil in this God-accursed city, attack the goddamn cathedral, get the Christblood, and get the Heaven out of here. Now, so far you have been good. Tell me what I need to know and I'll put in a good word for you with Lucifer. And you know how far my word goes. After all, it's the only thing that's stopped, let me see... 3 wars", he said, looking at her. His expression was unreadable, but inside, a hundred different emotions swirled.

 

[cats]

Celst

OOC: "Get the heaven out of here." Dan't under estimate the classics. Forgive me if this isn't my best post. The breaks between posts make it hard for me to get into carecter.

IC: I fallowed Wrathlance down to a brothel. How funny before I lost Satans favor I used to run this place. Not that Wrath would know. The bastard was so full of himself.

He He made a bosstfull speech of his past and how heroic he was. He was gifted granted, but now all he normaly did was boss around others. Maybe this is a sign he is loseing favor with Satan. Or was this job so important he came not trusting the work to his minions?

I sat there watching his dark blue eyes, the vastness of them. I could see the thin strips of his hair each perficly formed. It was no wonder I onced liked the bastard. But still this form was nothing like him. His other form was more fitting, all hands, or tenticle as the case was. Just once I would like to be apreceated for my mind............ what the hell. Scrach that mybody gave me an edge over men and thats an advatage I like.

The entire point of his disscusion was to get what I knew. He made the deal that he would put a word in with satan if I told him what I knew. Like I'm going to trust a deamon. The only reason he would speak to satan would be to get me as a sex slave. Never trust a deamon. Futher more I don't know any thing.

"The vile......... is in the cathedrel here." I had to pause as if I was judgeing the options. It made my lie all the more beleiveable. "If you need help there is a group of deamons on the other side of town." Now to complete my act. "You better keep your end of the bargin. Futher more I want to stay on earth til, sattan gets here no more of this being hunted. And when satan dose get here I don't want to be punished for the rest of eternity. Do we have a deal?"

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: LOL. You got the wrong idea, methinks. You'll notice I put the ' around the heroic, right? That means sarcasm. By the way, he never leads from the back. His ideal is that the best way to command is by example. He is always with the grunts. Hell, he doesn't even have a castle anymore. He sold it, and now lives in the demon army barracks. With the blade demons, of all of them. Don't worry though. This is just detail from a very detailed history of Wrathlance. I don't expect anyone but me to know it. Although if your interested, I could PM you a cngested version. And Wrathlance appreciates the mind very, very much. Almost as much as the body, actually. And he never, ever lies.

IC: "No. I don't want that bullshit. I need gaurd numbers, exact location, real information. I don't need the location of my troops, I can call them here witha thought. Now tell me something I need to know. Then, if I find it satisfactory, we'll have a deal", he said, wearily. This might turn out to be harder than he thought.

 

[KillerMuffin]

OOC: I feel like a blithering idiot for forgetting about this. I'm a dummy.

The Christblood is ??? the Bishop knows and so does Gideon. If someone wants to play the bishop, that's cool.

As for moving your altar boy, that's not difficult. If the church gets attacked then the Colonel or Gideon or the good guys or the bad guys can take the boy. A wicked cool idea would be for the bishop to have told the boy (he doesn't know it) and then get killed off (the bishop not the boy).

IC: "Okay, boy, take me to the Bishop. It's very important." He looked around, noting the shadows. The damned couldn't come here, but they had their pets who could. "Be quick and be quiet about it."

The boy didn't move. Stubborness or fear, he couldn't tell.

"You've got the legions of Hell across the street, boy. I'm the only one between the priest and them."

 

[PmTick]

The day finally came. Haus had waited in St. Peter's square since 4 o'clock that morning to get his spot. He had taken a disguise as a swiss guard in front of the doors. An hour before the Pope's speech, he manged to make it to the roof of one of the surrounding buildings.

As the pope began his speech, he took out his sniper rifle and took careful aim, waiting for the right opportunity.

 

[Khadgar]

Viet

Viet waited outside the congregation. it was not noon yet, so he was hidden in the shade of the building. watching people pass around him, and through him. the pope.... this was something that would draw alot of attention.

 

[Firesprite]

The man was insistent in coming in. Finally Kael relented and admitted him. Closing the door firmly on his heels.

 

[PmTick]

Finally the time had come, I squeezed the trigger, expecting to see the man's head explode in a beautiful explosion of skull and brain matter, but instead nothing happened. I pressed the trigger again, click click click, something was preventing the bullet from leaving the barrel.

I noted the Vatican guards walking my direction. I quickly packed my gun up and escaped down the way I came. I needed to consult Nadic and fast.

 

[KillerMuffin]

"Colonel, we've got movement out here. I've got a lock on three, maybe four bastards, two bitches, and a mutt."

"Great. Keep an eye out, Sky."

"I'm getting nervous. One of them bastards is huge."

"Roger that, Sky. Watch yourselves."

The boy was looking at him oddly, but patiently.

"We just ran out of time, boy. Take me to the priest."

 

[cats]

Celst

"Gaurds how the hell should I know. Up intel today there was no one there. These bastards and those angels only should up today. As for geting in though." quick need to bull shit and I need to do it now. "Theres a back door. but what I would sujest doing is going in from the bell tower. Leave a couple of deamons on the two doors and trap them inside."

What the hell am I doing? Now I'm giveing him a stratagy so he can get iin fast and find out I'm lying to him. Shit, what the hell can I do?

 

[PmTick]

Haus made it back to my quarters where he found Nadic waiting for him, "Boy are you in trouble!" "I don't know what happened, the gun wouldn't fire." "Don't tell me man, the big man wants to see you." "What?" "That's right, your coming with me to hell." In a blink of an eye the two disappeared in a plume of purple colored smoke.

Hans found himself in an aqua colored waiting room, behind several other sleeper agents. No telling how long it would be before he was to see Satan.

 

[cats]

OOC

Don't give up wet work your still breathing we can save you I sware. Just don't give up it's not your time yet.

Oh PMTick..... your fucked.

No stay away gfrom the light WetWork. No you can make it come on fight. Just fallow thew sound of my voice. Please don't go, please.

 

[PmTick]

Re: OOC

Oh PMTick..... your fucked.

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?????

 

[cats]

Sorry

That entire post was a joke.

Oh, the fucked thing was are mark about going to hell.

 

[Firesprite]

OOC: To be honest, I don't know what the hell is going on.. I cant get into character cos the thread is so slow and disjointed..

I like the idea, but its just not working for me.... I'm going to write myself out. Have fun folks. If things pick up, send me a PM and I'll come back


IC: Totally confused, Kael took the man to the priests door. Knocking on it, Kael waited for an answer. Nothing. Knocking harder, but still no answer. Turning the knob the door swung in slowly. What was behind it was so terrifying, Kael let out a shriek and in a panic, sped past the man back towards the door. Tripping on his discarded broom, Kael went down, striking his head hard on the ground, knocking him out cold.

 

[cats]

Very good points

The post right above. This leaves me and Tick, kinda small aint it.

Um any one there??

Hello?

 

[KillerMuffin]

I spose it does.

*sigh*

Any ideas for reworking?

 

[poohlive]

Why don't you already assembly this holy team of people who are supposed to protect this vial. Make an angel tell them or something, that's how god used to do it.
That way, we can have the group all ready, and we can start role playing attacks and ways of persuasions on both parts. Maybe send in spies, have Cats be a defender of the right, while she is beside Morgoth the entire time.
Also, could we get someone to play evil? I don't mean the devil specifically, but like a DM for all the bad things that want this vial. The vampires, and lycanthropes (were-animals), demons, devils, and guys like PM.
This way, the holy team has something to fight against.
Just a couple of suggestions. Feel free to add subtract multiply or divide what you will.

 

[PmTick]

I have no problem being a DM if no one else wants the job.

 

[cats]

Tick

I was thinking about takeing it but then I would have to give up Celst. And I like her way to much.

 

[Morgoth]

"Alright. I'll have to digest this information. And by the way: you're coming with us", he said. She started, but he cut her off, "In case you're lying. If so, you'll have a quick, fairly painless death", he said gently. "Now, you're staying here while I go find my army. And don't try to run away. I'll track you down and kill you anyway", he said, a hurt puppuy look in his eyes. Then he stood and strode out the door, leaving Celst alone.