Ehh? Im thinking...im thinking, im thinking, im thinking...the storyline seems more and more absurd...wait! I've got it...perfect...
Disclaimer : I do not own Riviera the promised land rights, niether of them.
Chapter 2 : Tempting ...Wait..didn't fate die? Who you tempting?! ((Tempting all but Fate.))
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(Shall we go back in time those two thousand years that I so rudely sent you foreward to? Read on, it'll be somwhere in this chapter, and the rest. Look for a big RFL.. )
"Your not suppossed to do this to somone without warning!!"
Ceinra was...well, not exactly content with what was going on. She was being carried "prey style" in the air by the same guy who had "sliced up" the would-be assailants. He had simply smiled when she had claimed he was rich, not heavenly, and promptly sprouted wings, picked her up, and before she could even squeak, had them both up in the air.
"Well, I told you what I was, and you did not believe me when I stopped the rain, so..."
"Why me...why?? What does god want with me!?"
"Alot im sure, but right now,your not with me under his orders. You met me because I've been looking for you."
"...Me...this just gets wierder and weirder...doesn't it? Okay then...What do YOU want with me?"
"Maybe a DNA test, but that would not do much good when it's been over twenty centuries.."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Im talking about relavtives."
"Huh?"
"Look, where is your house? Everywhere looks the same..."
"From the sky, yeah. There all built the same way to do alot of things. Don't you learn that in school? Differences in houses spawn a want for having more, having somthing better than the other-"
"Okay, okay, I've heard all that posion junk before. But I never went to school miss, Im and angel, remember?" He indicated with his head, the slowly flapping wings.
"Okay then..."
"Should I land so you can show me your home?"
"Why...?"
"I need to do some stuff there...think of it as crisis intervention."
"..."
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"She went out how long ago dad...?" Dave looked around the living room. Or what could be called the living room in this condo. It was a mess, as usual. Cans, bottles, cardboard boxes...
"About...9 hours ago..." Johnathan watched his son scrutinize the room. Why should he care if it was messy? His fault they lost the bussiness in a gang war.
Dave asked what time it was and a sickly friendly voice answered him. "One A.M"
"Four in the afternoon she leaves, and when does she normally come back?" Dave asked his father, knowing full well he had about a 2 chance of knowing.
Johnathan, called "Sloppy Joe" in his old days as boss, had lived up to his name well in the recent years, but when it came to his grandaughter, he was sharper than even he gave himself credit for. "Around twelve to twelve thirty. She's been starting to run into trouble recently, so I told her eleven at latest today, but maybe she ran into trouble again and had to cool down. The doctors may call her a physical nightmare, but she can handle herself boy. Somtimes I think she handles better than you do. I think the family genes skipped a generation..."
"Dad, It was not my fault! I had no choice!"
"Yeah yeah, shut your trap will yah? It's over and done with, dust." The man turned away from his son and asked him : "Whats the weather like, boy?"
"It's raining worse than is has in months." He replyed, caught off guard by the seemingly random question.
"Wierd, normally when it's raining, the girl comes in early. Okay, now I might feel slightly worried. But im not. The girl's tough enough..."
"Did she carry her arms?"
"Ehh? Hmm...well yeah she always does...wait...no...she didn't..not today..."
"See what I mean dad? One girl, who happens to be th daughter of an ex crime organization leader, one that does not know hand-to-hand, weak in all physical means except marksmanship...Dad, I know you always resented the fact I lost the bussiness, but I've been working to get it back ever since, that's why im almost never home. But Craft found out somhow, I was working secretly, but he found out...only today, but he'll move fast, knowing him, I might just be seeing some of his work already, if she hasn't come back..."
"Shut it. She's a damn good shot, and yeah, she might be useless without the gun, but she'll ...make it...Wait...your going against Craft? Sh!+hle...NOW im worried. You just had to find your guts NOW? After ten year you find your gts right when it's best that you DON'T? IDIOT!!"
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"Company."
"I know..They must be really persistant hmm? I wonder if the others where found in that alley...I tried to cut them neatly so they'd transport well..."
"Shut up, please...shut up...your gonna make ME sick...and that's hard to do..."
Cienra and Ein peeked out from a thin alley way to the otherside of the street. There were six men surrounding the large condo complex. At least, there where six at this entrance. Who knew how many others where hiding around?
Ein taped Ceinra urgently, and whispered:
"Hey...hey...hey!"
She spun around at the last call. "Not so loud! Theyll make swiss cheese outta you."
"Well, I called three times...And do you really think they could take me? You need another lesson in swordsmanship?"
"Whatever kinda fighting you do, these guys are higher up than the goon that where sent after me."
"Well then...do you know to use this darn thing?! I can't make heads or tails of it..."
He held out one of four "blasters" he had "confiscated" from the dead bodies of his victums. Ceinra's eyes lit up and she grabbed the one in his hand, and indicated on on his belt. He tosse dit, looking curiously at her expression.
"Must have been hidden, these...there the same model as mine...ha, you wanna know how to use it? I'll show you. Point this end at what you want gone, and press this. This one you can forget about for now. That one too, that's the overload."
She pointed her two weapons and recklessly called out :
"Hey beanbags! Heads up!"
Of course, they turned around, what other stupid thing would over confident mafia goons do? The four in the middle where instantly make into living sponges. The other two managed to roll out of the way, pulling there own guns at the same time. However, they never got to raise them, as several bolts make them into pungent pools. Cienra turned around looking at Ein, who held the other to guns, still smoking.
"Thought you said you didn't know how to operate those? That was nearly six shots at once from each of those babies...most be as hot as hell to hold right about now..there not meant for that kind of quick shooting...dang they where all in the middle of the eyebrows or between thier armpits too! Where did you get that kind of aim..or timing?"
"Timing, I got by watching you shoot and studing the delay. Aim...Im a marksman, but not with one of these..." He waved the gun. It let out a shot that splashed against a fire escape above when he squeezed it mid wave. Showers rained down on him.
"Opps...I still don't have the hang of this thing...even though I've only been holding the darn thing for about a minute...and by the way, couldn't you have thought of somthing better than beanbags?"
Ceinra couldn't help herself. She started laughing.
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"Okay, so were going back to Elendia, and then into the world tree...then from there we have to travel through the sanctums and finally go through heavens gate and reach it's oposite, go to the maze of shadows, travel all three levels to get to the forth, and supervise it's building while Ein does...what?"
"Make a new god, doi." Leadah claimed.
"Im a bit confused on that part..." Serene pulled a face that said plainly what she thought of the angel's sanity.
"Hey, hey, I may sound, look and act crazy, but I told you why already. It does'nt mean I AM crazy."Ledah looked at her slightly
"Seems reason enough to me to call you crazy." Serene responded.
"Grr..."
Ein decided it was time for him to be reason and stop a potential fight.
"Listen, true or not,Serene, we have not seem a demon in months, there beocming scarce due to our efforts. I think I'll enjoy seeing Elendia again, and...well, it's what we were going to do anyway, right?"
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"What the hell was THAT now?" Dave spun around to stare at the door.
"Blaster fire boy, can't you hear?"
"But who?"
"Who you think, your friend Craft's goons! If your daughter was alive before, she'll be dead now, I said she had no gun, so it could not have been her!"
A couple minutes passed...
The door opened, and Dave's eye's grew wide.
A boy stepped in. He must of been out of some old fashioned "lookie-its-Hi-definition-and-super special-effected" trash they showed in the twenty first century. He was wearing some sort of black sleeveless and dark green shorts with brown boots. He held a blaster in each hand, and looked like he did not know one end from the other. He was tallish, slim but toned and carring a look that said he knew all the world's former glory, and now knew all it's evil.
Odd look for a guy who looked no older than eightteen.
"Who the he-" Dave began, but he suddely found the boy had taken three steps and had a blaster muzzle to his head.
"I don't know these things well, but Im pretty sure this is not a safe place for your for your head to be." Ein stated quietly. He then spoke to the back of him. "People you know, or are they more target practice?"
The girl had appeared through the door.
"My dad, but he's honestly not really much of one..."
Ein frowned a bit at that, but lowered his arm.
"Who the he-" Dave tried to finish his last sentence, but it was again cut off.
"I suggest you be silent for a bit my good decendant." Ein told him, a slight smile at Dave's frown.
"Decendan-"
"I thought I told you it would be best to be quiet? Most likely, there are more of your friends hanging around."
Finally Dave fell silent.
"How many other entrances does this building have, and how many exits?" He directed this to Ceinra.
"About four different entrances, about two fire escapes and three fire escape passage ways..."
"About nine different ways for them to sneak up on us huh? Not to mention the windows...Im going. If you hear fire, it's ethier me or them. No better than demons, poor guys...well it's better me than thier bosses.."
Ein simply passed the girl, who have moved out of the doorway, and dissappeared.
"...Hi dad..."
The man just blinked. He pushed a shameful thought from his mind.
"Where the heck did you manage to fish him out? Normally guys like that come only with..."
Ceinra looked disgusted, and showed it in the look she cast at her father.
"I didn't fish him out from anywhere. He came at the right time to crash a party between me and Craft's friendly party go-ers."
Dave just blinked again. Her grandfather however, spoke for the first time since she had appeared.
"Well, she had me worried this time, but I did say she'd come through. She did. That's all to it."
The sound of blasts sounded far off somwhere, however, they were but brief.
"Im guessing Craft's men found him." Dave claimed.
"No, he found Craft's men." Ceinra said.
More fire, closer this time.
"Comming here huh?" Joe asked conversationally. He'd been around gunfire his entire life, so had his son and grandaughter, but his son never seemed to grow up and get used to the stuff.
More fire, even closer. Dave moved to bolt the door...
BOOM.
The door blew open, scattering dust everywhere. Three men litterally flew in, slamming into the oposite wall. More poured in backwards, pointing guns at the doorway. They paid no attentoin to those they'd been assigined to kill, only the one who was on the other side of the door. He had not walked through yet...
Somthing flashed by, and before any could react, there was a figure in the doorway, shooting with deadly accuracy.
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This chapter is taking much to long, so it is cut short here, please do not mine this, but this is chapter two. In all of it's imcomplete and unpolished-ness.