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Post by Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns on Jun 20, 2011 18:47:05 GMT -6
Better late to the party, then never at all. The man whom walked before you looked normal, maybe a tad bit tall, and maybe a tad bit pale, but he seemed normal enough. The man who walked before them was dressed in late Victorian fancy attire. A black dress vest atop a white button up, and black slacks down to his polished boots. Around his neck, a blue tie.
What turned more heads was the mans weapon. It was holstered just under his left arm, the silver weapon ran along his side neatly stopping just at his hip. He halted himself at once and stepped atop a high area and raise his arms and swayed them as if he was conducting an orchestra.
This alone would draw a crowd to the man, insanity. It wasn't until the echo of screams, did the crowd try to flock away. Those in the crowd were controlled by something. Those with weaker minds had already murdered themselves. Before the man the entire crowd fell dead, beating themselves senseless, bludgeoning one another to death, even slicing each other with hidden protection blades.
No one knew this man. For he had never been seen. He was an orchestrator of death however, enough to draw the attention of higher ups. Before any could arrive to the sound of these screams the man found himself face to face with someone truly insane. "Pathetic. It wasn't even in tune," said the insane being, dressed in black armor with a red trench coat draped over his back.
The orchestrator raised his hands once more and began to wave them forcing the being before him to reach out and take the pistol from under the orchestrators arm and press it to his temple and pull the trigger. He would laugh a bit to himself and look down at the corpse and reply, "A fine tune, if I do say so myself."
Chimed the black knight, "pathetic..." He would rise to his feet, the hole in his temple fusing together slowly. The orchestrator was taken back for a moment before the spokesman spoke out again, "Gein. A long awaited conclusion to what feels like ten years."
The Knight dropped the gun and withdrew his sword. The Orchestrator, Gein, laughed under his breath, "Who do you think you are?"
The Spokesman of Insanity shrugged, "Too many to be called somebody. I know how to control these people. Microfiber razor wire. A talent I faced once before, and a talent the I wrecked once before. Allow me... To demonstrate."
He lanced the air with his blade cutting the wires that had attached themselves to his body and lunged forward. Gein backpeddled swiping the air in front of him with the razor wire, which effectively sliced into Alucard's exposed areas, those areas bled black smoke however, Gein was soon engulfed by this smoke and devoured by the hounds.
Alucard looked over his shoulder at the corpses on the ground, "No one has claimed your souls yet. I believe I will, however."
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Post by Ayen on Jun 20, 2011 19:54:15 GMT -6
The barrel of the 11mm Blessing would be aimed towards Alucard in the flanking position (back left) twenty-five feet away from where the Spokesman stood. Although the wielder was the spitting image of her mother there were a few minor differences that set them apart. For one the Spokesman would be able to detect the mix of human and vampire blood flowing through her veins which could only come about from breeding. Her eyes didn’t have the same darkness, experience or lust that dwells within the eyes of The Seductress and while her aura was powerful it was nowhere near as strong as her mother’s. That and the fact she was having a hard enough time keeping the Blessing steady as it was aimed on her target. Here stood the daughter of Maricul; Sazan.
“You have some nerve coming here!”
Sazan has never met the man in person, neither while they were both in Dominion City or thereafter but she knew of him through her mother. Sazan understood that this was someone you didn’t want to allow into your head or someone to charge blindly on the field of battle. He was the last man on earth she expected to ever have to run into while in this world and yet here he stood. Doing what he did best wherever he went. Spreading insanity.
“Leave at once!” |
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Post by Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns on Jun 20, 2011 21:35:06 GMT -6
He would laugh at first, but soon the laughter came from everywhere. The man looked over his shoulder his eyes looked the girl from head to toe analyzing everything about her. He sniffed the air and his lip curled a bit into a smile. "Impurity."
His body wouldn't turn, but instead the shadows turned him in a very instant. He who laughed and took the first of many steps forward, "I've only just arrived. The nerve of -you- people. I kill the town nuisance, and -you- try to run me out of town. . . How, rude." Alucard would run his blade along the sheaths head and slide it back into place. He sniffed the air a bit, "I smell the blood of a worthless bitch. But you aren't her, you are something less."
He halted himself, fifteen foot and counting, and raised his arms from his sides, outward with his palms up. The bottoms of his palms were stained black, "Name yourself, filthy half blood bitch."
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Post by Ayen on Jun 20, 2011 22:55:49 GMT -6
As Alucard made his advance Sazan took a couple of steps back determined to keep that twenty-five feet gap between them with the gun aimed at the chest of the Spokesman.
“I know who you are, Alucard! Your very presence here threatens the whole nation!”
Sazan kept her eyes on his movement and forced herself to hold the gun steady to increase her chances of a direct hit while letting his taunts slide down her back. This gun was designed to kill his kind and she would use it on him without a moment’s hesitation if she really had to. He wanted a name? Okay then. She’ll give him one.
“My name is Sazan and I am telling you to leave this town at once!” |
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Post by Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns on Jun 21, 2011 5:20:03 GMT -6
The man bowed his head low and continued to look up at her through the haze of the day. Slowly his arms came back to his sides. He laughed for a brief moment, "I don't think I'll be leaving." Alucard straightened his body up and turned away from her, he'd begin making his way away from her all the same.
"This seems like the perfect place to settle, why go now?" He called back to her as he walked over the bodies left behind from Gein's massacre. Each of their souls were ripped from their bodies as he stepped over them, getting consumed by the darkness that resided in him.
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Post by Ayen on Jun 21, 2011 5:53:00 GMT -6
Sazan neither move from her spot on the ground nor lowered her weapon as she watched the man venture over to the corpses. Using them to strengthen his own power. She did not like the idea of allowing this man into Hallowton after the destruction he has caused back in Dominion City. So many lives lost by his weapons and God only knows how many more lives would have been lost had it not been for the intervention of the “Ajerian” sending him to hell. Shame his stay couldn’t be permanent.
“What do you intend to do here?”
The citizens wouldn’t even put up a fight if he showed hostilities against them. They would try to reason with the man and search for a peaceful resolution that Sazan honestly doubt he would even be interested in listening to. A man of peace was the last thing he struck Sazan as. |
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Post by Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns on Jun 21, 2011 10:37:24 GMT -6
"Whatever I feel like."
He looked over his shoulder, "What does it matter to you?" His eyes gazed through her almost. But they slowly adverted from her and he faced away from her in full once again. He looked from each body on the ground and halted on one specifically, a small child, his smirk slowly disappeared and his eyes narrowed on her.
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Post by Ayen on Jun 21, 2011 16:43:59 GMT -6
“This is my home.”
Sazan continued to hold her ground as she took a couple of steps forward, going back to that twenty-five feet distance gap in the flanking position again just in case she had to send off the first fire in what could be the toughest battle in her whole existence. And that was saying something considering all the things she fought while under the banner of Devil May Cry.
“As Dominion City was when you wrecked it. Do you understand now? I will not sit idly by and allow you to destroy another city I call my home.” |
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Post by Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns on Jun 22, 2011 21:07:01 GMT -6
"You sat idly by before. What's the difference now?"
He faced her and crossed his arms in front of his chest. His face was a dull serious look, and his head was cocked to the side slightly. "Before, you watched as I set to ruin, and entire city in a matter of hours. Now, you decide you'll face the monster who put at bay, every beast whom has faced him yet. The experiment, the daughter of a helldemon, the dark knight, the angel of deception. And that's only one of my personalities."
He leaned forward, "What makes you think, you can stop me now if I truly wanted to destroy everything here?"
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Post by Ayen on Jun 22, 2011 23:40:47 GMT -6
What was different? Her confidence for one. And that was saying something considering she was still shaking her primary weapon. Back during those days in Dominion City Sazan was more or less a desk job at Devil May Cry. The brains behind the operation, not the brawns. Back then she lacked the fighting ability and the power to stop Alucard; she refused to even acknowledge her vampire side. No longer. Sazan had the confidence, the ability and the power. Sazan refused to allow that confidence cross the threshold to cockiness which was why she remained cautious in the presence of Alucard. But these had to be head games being played by the “No Life King” now and Sazan wouldn’t allow him to get into her head like this and cause her to drop her guard.
“I don’t have to explain myself to the likes of you.”
And so she wouldn’t. Let him figure it out. Then there was his next question that grabbed the Half Breed’s attention. That was easy enough to answer. Sazan noted the word he had used to describe his past adversaries. “Beast.” That what her set apart from the rest. Her strength didn’t come from the monster within which she inherited from her bitch of a mother. It came from something much stronger than any “beast” that existed in the worlds. Her humanity.
“Simple. I’m no beast.” |
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Post by Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns on Jun 25, 2011 21:23:19 GMT -6
"You're no beast?" He chuckled to himself on that one, "And I'm no vampire. Long ago, I would of said it took simply a normal person to kill the likes of me, now, I am certain your Silver Dust bullets are harmless to the likes of me. Even if I decided I was going to engage you in combat. Which I have no plans to do so. You, on the other hand, seem like you want to fight."
His left hand rested on top of his sword's hilt, "With the draw of this blade, and a simple slash of it, the distance between you and I, wouldn't matter. The fact that the shadows in every corner of this street are watching you, and the fact that you are out numbered, wouldn't matter. You have a fire burning inside you, don't waste it here."
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Post by Ayen on Jun 25, 2011 21:50:58 GMT -6
Confusion struck Sazan like an apple upon the head. There was something wrong and for once it wasn’t just the presence of a dark entity such as Alucard standing twenty-five feet away from her. There was something different about him – either he was a different incarnation of Alucard, perish the thought of there being more than one throughout the realms, or he was simply not the same man he was back in Dominion City. Nevertheless enough doubt has entered the Half Breed’s mind for her not to proceed. She lowered the Blessing but never her guard, just in case.
“A fight? No. I’m not looking for a fight. I look to ensure that peace remains in Hallowton. If you’re not here to destroy the city then I will stand down and leave you in peace.” |
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Post by Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns on Jun 25, 2011 21:54:36 GMT -6
He would shrug at her and remove his hand from the back of his hilt, "If I was here to destroy the city, it would of been wasted days in advance. Needless to say, my purpose here was only because the ethnic of the city drew me in. It reminds me of a place I once called home.
"And while, I destroyed my home... It's not the same now. Having multiple personalities is draining," he pressed his right hand against the side of his head and rubbed his temple a bit, "One moment, I'm thinking of killing the whole lot of this world, the next, I'm thinking of how nice it would be to sit down for tea."
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Post by Ayen on Jun 25, 2011 23:08:33 GMT -6
He had her at that comment. Sazan at long last hoisted the 11mm Blessing convinced she won’t be needing it as her arms now returned to her sides. The Half Breed was ready to depart and return to the other things she had planned to do today until the talk of multiple personalities reached her ear and intrigued her natural born curiosity. Sazan turned her head back to look at the man while she cocked an eyebrow.
“You possess a dissociative identity disorder?”
Strangely enough she was now in the mood for tea. |
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Post by Der-Sprecher-des-Wahnsinns on Jul 15, 2011 19:49:02 GMT -6
(Had some shit happen, been out of town, resume)
A voice came from her side, "A disorder?" A vampire dressed in clad red. A red top hat, red suit, black bow tie, fancy polished black shoes, orange glistening sunglasses. "We haven't a disorder," this voice came from behind her, a being with long black hair that covered his face down to his shoulders, he was on his knee's, his arms bound in a black straight jacket.
"There are many of us." Said another voice from her right, this time, the classic Alucard, a red trench coat, black under garments, Victorian styled red hat and brown boots. "We are many, for we are Alucard." Said the voice to the Spokesman's left, another knight dressed in black armor, his armor being a lot less detailed, his hair being shorter and face covered by a thick beard as opposed to stubble. The Spokesman looked annoyed, "For we are Alucard? Is that the best line you could come up with?"
The armored knight shrugged and the Spokesman drove his elbow through him breaking and absorbing him. He would look back to her, "But in truth, there are more than twenty versions of myself that I have absorbed, and I'm sure I can find others out there like me. I possess their memories, their power, their identity whilst retaining dominance over them. They are heroes, destroyers, and each of them more crazy than the last. They are annoying."
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