Yahoo! It's me again! Hope you all aren't too mad for having this be a monthly update fic, but school is a being... tense. For those of you not in America and don't know much of our educational system, most colleges look at the third year of High School as a baseline for how you'll be in the future. And let me tell you, my school sucks when it comes to making things "hard".
Any who, happy holidays you all! This update occurred at one pm, Pacific Standard time and the current character list is as follows:
Lie Jiyoon (Sin's Pastime)
Alexander Nightstallion(Shiroikage)
Everlyn Bathory (Fairy Lori)
Nakarash Akaradech (TitanOfStone)
Rebecca Xavier (Phantomwriter)
Sabrina Serafina (ShadowFalcon)
Shizuka Eko (HiroshitheHawk)
Hana Nielson (maicake)
Jessica Delair (sin's pastime)
Letha Papadopoulos (Fairy Lori)
Adrian Vendavel (Frozen Fields)
Nisa Akardech (TitanOfStone)
Jay Vrita (Shirokage)
Eric Ernehein (Defiant Darkness)
Philip Laurenzo (The Moyashi Beansprout Midget)
Gabriel Leon Bernasconi (maicake)
Lief von Maelstorm (Spark Envoy)
Dionysia Agnes (Hidden Depths of the Mind)
Luludja Tsuritsa (Shadow Falcoln)
Still need:
5+ Exorcists
2 More Noahs (Only Corrosion and Pity are left)
5+ BOS's
And a tamed Akuma or two
This will be the last chapter update before the actual OC's show up, so tell all of your online frineds about it! If you want to make an OC, you'll have till Chirstmas, Pacific Standard Time to make one. That is when the next update will occur, but until then; here's the next chapter!
Warning: Triggers and slight graphic material ahead. Nothing explicitly stated, but it may warrant me to move it up a rating. Please comment if I need to do so, because content like this will become a norm.
"So lonely this clown. Oh how, life takes me down..." The Earl sang softly to himself. Tonight there was to be no circus, nor no slaughter. Instead the masked man was simply flowing along the rapid winds of the Midwest United States. His suit was a muted beige with only the top three of eight buttons actually buttoned. Underneath was a green double breasted vest, a white dress shirt, and a pink and polka dotted tie. A small dandelion was in his incredibly oversized top hat, while blood stained white gloves adorned his hands.
"To this wind it flies. Flow everlastingly. This long wind so lonely. Flows till it cries." The Earl sang softly. "I don't even have Lero to remark my poetry skills to..." He sighed unhappily as the wind continued to carry him. No doubt his circus troupe was doing just fine without him, preforming marvelously and enthralling those filthy, slimy, conniving, amoral, sacks of rats!
"AHahAHahAHahAHahAH!" The Earl cried as he spun along the umbrella. His mask morphing from sad to angry at a nauseating speed as his spins. His cried flowed deafly into the city below. A rotten sin filled city of those of a deplorable, desperate, and charitable nature.
"A home of hell filled with sinners and saints alike!" The Earl sang happily before a certain ear piercing cry was heard among the multitudes. Like a hare going off, the Earl slashed his way through the air to this certain sound. He came an alley. It was a particularly distinct alley. It was dirty. Rats seem to fester here. The smell of blood, feces, and general deliration seemed to embody this alley. What made the Earl so interested in this place was not alley itself, but the people inside the alley.
This included around ten people. Eight men with loose pants and putrid breath, a woman in only a red slip and bruised face, and a baby wailing. The men were laughing. The women cried and screamed for help. The men patted each other on the back and two of them had golden badges on their person. The baby was held protectively to the women. Two men then grabbed the women's head and hips. The baby wailed even more. One man was complaining about how much rubber was and why could he use a glove. The woman's cries were muffled.
"Well that can't be right?" The Earl questioned as he observed this spectacle. The opaque plaster surface of his mask was a silent specter to the seen below him. Then a single blood stained glove had risen. The blood left on them were still wet. A single drop began to accumulate upon the end of the glove. Soon it began to get too big to hold onto the glove.
Tear shaped and red, it fell down. Tumbling, turning, twisting; it fell slow however. Like a rock being dropped into honey, it seemed to take longer to reach the floor than it should have. This gave the Earl plenty of time to watch. To understand. To let it all accumulate within him. Then the drop finally hit the ground.
For the scene below him, it was set into stone like a Polaroid. Though this Polaroid was set into a silhouetted background. The figures all frozen in inky darkness within a white backdrop. It made for an interesting picture. A mess of limbs. Carnal pleasure. Innocence lost. It made for a delicious picture. And just as quick as it was there, it was gone.
The men, the woman, the jeers, the sins and its sinners alike; all gone. Turned into dust, and dust turned to nothing. Nothing became emptiness, and emptiness became the Earl. But emptiness did not become the baby. No the baby became an innocence left in the wake of a son. Kneeling down to grasp the small bundle, it began to cry even more. Louder and more pained than it ever had before. The Earl just simply held it in his arms for a while, holding it steady. His unseen eyes staring at the bundle.
Then he began. The cries began to louder, the wails as sharp as knives digging into the skin of anyone nearby. Louder. Louder! LOUDER! Then... Silence. Silence engulfed everything before laughter. Laughter, mad laughter, happy laughter, sad laughter, DID IT REALLY MATTER?! It was laughter, and it echoed and festered everything in sight. The Earl was laughing because he could feel it. Their time was almost upon them.
"Of course it would be, they're killing each other en mass anyhow!"
Elsewhere in London...
"Mhph! Mmph!" Ward lay covered in a full body cast. His green eye the only visible part of his face visible to the others around him. Horn of Gabriel lay in the crook of his arm like some sort of mechanical evil teddy bear. "Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!"
"What is it? Is Johnny stuck in the well boy?" Ace asked rhetorically, hands holding her face as she stared at the muffled Ward.
"Fpmh! Umph!"
"Oi, watch your language." Chike noted from the side. He was leaning easily in the main room's chair. His staff resting on his shoulder.
"Smph Omph!"
"Ward-senpai!"
"Wait, Bach don't-"
"MMPH!" Ward's muffled scream echoed through the order as a red haired man dive hugged the restrained exorcist. The sound of ribs cracking and muffled curses followed as the very spirit of Ward seem to float out of his covered mouth.
"Idiot." Yuna sighed before repositioning Mugen so it sat in her lap before sitting.
"Awe, is Ward still hurt?" Luna asked as she descended from the spider web she made above them. A green glared eye was her immediate response. "Well you don't need to be so rude about it."
"It is a wonder how we ever get anything done..." Marina noted from the side. She had self-elected herself to help wheel Cassandra around. Said Director was in the middle of six business calls and currently pulling up several folders from the compartments of her wheel chair. "Where's Renegade?"
"Here." A mechanical voice alerted everyone to the now awake Exorcist sleeping in the space underneath Ward's medical bed.
"Wmph?"
"Comfortable." Renegade signed tiredly before sitting in a seat. Before anyone could vocalize a question to his eccentrics, the flip phone in Cassandra's hand snapped shut and she stared at everyone with icy precision.
"That was the Finder in charge of bringing the exorcist recruits here." Cassandra started as she rubbed her forehead. "She's... Running late because one of the newbs had a panic attack inside the plain... They'll be very late... By very, I mean several days…"
"They'll miss the Christmas Party though!" Ace lamented dramatically. False tears fell from her and Ward's eyes. Though perhaps Ward's were real, considering how TIGHT Bach was hugging him.
"Do not worry Cassandra. Unexpected things like this happens." Marina consoled. Cassandra looked at her with a haunted expression.
"It's not that. Those brats could take however long they want." She moaned before her eyes painfully moved to the seven other exorcist generals all with conspiratory looks in their eyes. "It's you fools that will really give me a headache. I have to put with you all for a minimum of a day, at least! ... Wait don't you dare-"
"Training time!" Both Ace and Luna shouted excitedly. Like a miracle, Ward himself burst out of his fully body cast.
"Onward to the field!" He roared in triumph before all eight, even Marina and Renegade, charged away down a hallway upon his rapidly moving hospital bed.
"YOU GODDAMN IDIOTS!" Cassandra roared as she saw them escape. Though she knew where they were going, she knew better than to ruin their fun. Whistling for Alabaster the akuma, he helped her take her to the "training field".
Aboard what Luna called the S.S. Broken Bones; the eight generals rode valiantly through the twisting corridors of the Black Order underground headquarters. At helm was Ward, manning the turns was Chike and Bach (who were laughing heartily all the way), Renegade was standing acting as a Crow's nest, Marina was warning people to get out of the way, and Yuna and Luna were keeping it so no one fell off.
Around them many off duty staff, exorcists, Akuma, and finders lunged out of the speeding's carts path. Many of the older staff only sighed tiredly before chuckling at the once common sight being reenacted. The younger staff were bewildered. Why were the Generals, seen by their golden trims and known to be ruthless combatants and disciplined behavior, acting like energetic children on Christmas? Mind you, Christmas was in week so the feeling would be eventual, but why were they excited now?
"Charge!" Ward bellowed before a familiar steel bar over an open doorway came into view. Everyone readied themselves as the hospital bed jostled back upon impact, they themselves flew forward however. Their bodies tucked into balls as they rolled along indoor astro-turf before popping up with innocence at the ready for all of them.
"Innocence, activate!" They all chorused before a brilliant purify white light bathed the entire football sized indoor stadium. Once it ceased, the generals were all holding their fully invoked weapons.
A blade was held in each of Yuna's hands as she lay readied up in a one leged raised stance. Her boots melding to her feet as power seemed to flow from their sides.
Nearby, Marina held two scimitars of pure innocence in each hand. Her face a picturesque calm despite how her hands seemed to have caught on fire. Smoke wafting off the appendages as she twirled her blades.
Renegade floated a foot off the ground. His small stature now irrelevant as large and long five foot wings extended from either side of his body. His hood fell to reveal his unstaring eyes.
Surrounding Chike was... Himself? As well as, Himself? In fact, it seemed an entire raiding party of six other Chike clones surrounded a central Chike. Each of them holding identical double barbed iron spears and whicker shields. They began to smack their shields and mutter a war chant.
Bach Marian, a self-proclaimed pacifist to the public in his Pop Star persona, was clad in metal armor. Steel plates lined with gold and a glowing green gem inlaid in his chest covered his entire body, while his head was covered in a metal helmet with a broken and chipped gold crown. A red cape, the same shade as his hair, flowed behind him gallantly despite the lack of wind.
Ace sat atop the deer, an infamous beast known as Viceroy. Now instead of a simple six foot tall majestic creature, it was fifteen feet high with an impressive set of antlers. Each prong pointed, ivory white, and pointed dangerously at her opponents.
Luna had created a twisting and writhing dragon of red string. The beast itself twisting and turning amount itself as it roared viscously. The woman herself was standing stop of it, strings of her fingers directly connecting her to it.
Finally, Ward Walker stared at all his friend's impressive displays with a small smirk on his face. Horn of Gabriel still laid in its case form and held in his hand.
"Innocence activate. Bolt action form!" He called before tossing the case up. It glowed vibrantly before landing into his out stretched arms as an old World War 2 era rifle, the Arisaka Type 38.
"Going easy on us old timer?" Luna asked. Ward glared at the girl ten years his junior. She really got him with that one, he was especially sore about due to the hair.
"What can I say? Old dog's don't know new tricks. Besides if I'm old, what does that make Chike?"
"The Elder!" Luna cackled. If Chike heard any of it, he payed no mind. Instead his chanting seemed to grow faster.
Ward sent them all a criss-crossed smile before cocking the bolt of his rifle. He aimed it towards the center ceiling of the arena. A metal target was already placed up there, though it seemed to have already seen much use.
"Begin!" He announced before firing the shot that signaled the chaos that was to come. Everyone charged one another and the explosions, implosions, and muzzle breaks reminded everyone why the Exorcist Generals were Generals.
Cassandra carefully rolled herself into the arena whilst the brunt of the melee still commenced. A lopsided smile on her face as she rested her head upon her standee arm. She heard their laughter, their quips to one another, their tips and playful insults, and most of all, their closeness. No one in the order could ever boast a stronger relationship than the eight men and women currently trying to kill each other.
"I guess I won't need to go Christmas shopping for them… They can consider those shitty brats my gifts to them... Still, how do you get lost in France?"
Ah, the General crew are not the most mature minded people, but who can blame them? They were more or less forced to grow up, so all the immaturity must occur somewhere.
Right, like I said before, the next update will be Christmas day, and this shall be the last chapter update before the OC meeting. I thank you all for sending me OC's and sorry for not at all responding in a timely matter. I'm a little problematic with stuff like this.
But before I finish, here's a little side story regarding one of the OC's for his birthday!
Nakarash Akardech was not having a fun day. Today was the ninth of December, the day of his birth. Where was he you ask? Why he was currently stuck in plane that was both smoking, on fire, and beginning to plummet into an Ocean.
"I TOLD YOU TO REFILL THE FUCKING FUEL BACK IN TALLAHASSE! DID YOU LISTEN? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! AND NOW LOOK WHERE WE ARE! CRASHING INTO THE FUCKING OCEAN!"
"W-Will you let me fly this stupid plane!"
"WE ARE GOING TO CRASH!"
"IS THAT THE OCEAN! IS THAT THE FUCKING OCEAN! OH MY GOD!"
"Dear God in Heaven, take me away peacefully."
"...Amen…"
"Weeeee! We're flying really fast!"
"This is all a bad dream… Yah a dream… Now I'll be at a concert playing with Justin Bieber as part of this bad dream… Yup, just a very bad dream."
Nakarash sighed tiredly as he pinched the bridge of his nose tightly.
You're all idiots. He grunted in his mind before the plane crashed into the Ocean and began to break apart. Total. Fucking. Idiots… And this is the shittiest birthday so far…