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Rafael couldn't help the smile that tugged at his mouth as Kyrell launched into an impassioned speech about the former rebel leader. Reaching forward he placed a hand over the former princes mouth, chuckling "You might want to tone it down their captain man crush the women might start to think you bat for the other side"
Though he would never say it aloud, Raf agreed with what Kyrell had said. Without that annoying, hyperactive, goofy and caring man the entire team seems to be lost, wondering how best to move foreword with the ground work left behind in his wake. "Come on then...we might as well start gathering supplies, it's going to be a troublesome journey"
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Carnage. The entire street where Jay stood looked like a slaughtering house. Bodies piled together in heaps as the cobbled washed red with that precious life's blood the had kept them alive.
The desperate shrieks and cry's of the people had died down to little more then the odd shout of pain, or maybe he had gotten used to the racket they were making.
Either way it was safe to assume that, stood in the street, splattered in blood with a maniacal grin stretched across his face, Jay was pleased. Far more then any man should be with such pain an misery thick in the air.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 8:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 9:29 pm
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"Oh shut up" Kyrell said, lightly shoving Rafael's face away although there was a faint smile playing upon his lips. "Yeah, yeah. Let's go. There are people waiting..." His sentence was interrupted when one of their own ran into the tent, panting.
"Sir! There's a slaughter happening in many regions inhabited by non-Diethelmians! The other leaders have been trapped in some of those places. They're trying to fend off the soldiers as we speak" the man informed him.
"Bloody hell! 'Mobilize'!", Kyrell said simply -- a command that HERO members understood. "Send reinforcements. Don't let another drop of non-Diethelmian blood spill!" Kyrell picked up his jacket and pistol, picking up some ammo and an automatic rifle as well. "Rafael, you know what to do. Jam it now", he said, referring to the Diethelmian soldiers' signals.
"We were all quite romantic then. Fighting for a lost cause. Knowing the high possibility of failure, but pursuing it anyway" Zil said before turning to Dustin as the dust settled upstairs and they were free to go soon after. "I can no longer bear so many innocent lives being offered for a cause that would be inevitably lost." In that statement, the vivid optimism that had defined him in years past was gone. He was the same in aim but he felt the need to be more practical and thrifty in wasting lives now. "But if you still believe we can win, I have assembled a handful of the best men. Cutthroat but I for one do not mind us winning and being given no glory or even dying and being wiped from existence. I am giving you the option of joining this suicide crew if you so wish." He then fished a detonator from his pocket and pressed the button. Several buildings in commercial areas and abandoned buildings/houses closer to where the non-Diethelmians lived were blown up, taking both civilians and soldiers with them as the carnage ensued.
"The best bio-experts are already working on it again. But if you can come up with something, I'm sure your father will be very proud. This means a lot to him, you see?", Monica said to the twins. "You two behave. I've got to work now. Goodbye." She then walked back over to where Damien and Shadow were, crossing her arms.
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 9:45 pm
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The twins hung up the phone and looked at each other. Both had hit their growth spurts, but they were still the same height and looked identical. Valkyrie developed an hourglass figure while her brother was built just like their father. They wore the high school uniform as seniors, getting high enough grades to still be at the top of their class, even though they should be in middle school. They took each others hand and looked at each other. "Beloved sister, I can't believe she still thinks that line works on us." Vincent said. "Father knows better, and so do we. As if we need pride to discern us from the rest of the scum." Valkyrie agreed. "But still, brother dearest, it's an opportunity to get out of these boring classes." "Indeed, my mirrored beauty." Vincent agreed. "And it may give us an opportunity to see father." "We'll still need permission though, my dashing doppelganger." Valkyrie replied. "If they want us bad enough, they'll send for us." "Of course they will. They always do." Vincent laughed as the two headed back to class as merry as could be.
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