Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190728101720/@comment-37629772-20200214101355

(Sorry for the loooooooonnnnnng wait, btw I think you mixed up Roxy and Lulu in the third paragraph.)

"It went.......ok." Obsidian said in a bland, monotone voice "Better than expected atleast.....Also"

Out of nowhere, she decided to grab the couch with both hands and just flip the lazy lizardman off the pillows, making him fall straight onto the floor.

When he looked back up at her, her usual ice and fire hair, perfectly split seperately at the middle of her scalp was now made entirely of flames and stood on end, popping and crackling while her eyes burned with raging fiery anger as she crossed her arms.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT!!?! You left a man mutiliated! And someone was just told to drive a goddamn train at that!!! If you go around ripping people limb from limb, then you're giving them a goddamn to hate us!!!"

(He slashed the eyes of the train driver, pulled off his arms and legs, and probably some other awful shit I'm too lazy to go back up check.)

MEANWHILE

Steven looked down to his robot arm, gave what one could only consider be a thumbs up with it and looked back to Camilia.

"I'll.....try not to...."

He looked down to the floor as he recieved his examinations, thinking about what Camilia said, about how he was vulnerable, alone and was willing to do anything to get back at the Ignis that scorched his flesh and made him who he was now. He still remembers the day he was visited in the hospital, not by closw friends, not by family members, but by employers. They said they could 'fix' him, make it so he was faster, stronger, and able to avenger his family's death. All the times they injected him with that red stuff, claiming it was to maintain his mechanical part's connection to his nervous system and spinal cord.......Guess that was a complete and total lie.

All this time he figured that his family's death was the thing that left him cold, bitter and angry, but instead it was people back at the labs homegrown recipe for old world DE. Probably didn't help that he spent lots of time around soldiers that likely were pumped full of the stuff.

Maybe the other commanders were also affected by the amount of DE they injected into them, would explain how heartless they appeared and acted, especially his division of Sergeants called 'The Archangels of the Four Natural Elements ' .Turns out, he wasn't the only person who had his life ruined by elementals of the old world, and also wasn't the only cyborg in the HMEP, infact his whole sector of generals was augmentally enhanced one way or another.

He remembers the stupid little code names they would use during missions, like how his one was Micheal, and how the cruelest of the group was codenamed Gabriel, for his Hydromancing. The Geomancer of the division was Uriel, while the Aeromancer was nicknamed Raphael.

There was always bad blood between the group, whether or not it was because of eachother's shitty past, the outward aggression common with people infected with DE or the dog-eat-dog way of chosing who's in charge, he wasn't sure. While there was plenty of bad times between the group, Steven had to admit he did have some good time with them too. Like that time they were setting up checkpoint at a run down mansion

As he was getting checked up, he accidentally activated his threat assessment system in his left eye when he placed his head in his hand as his elbow rest on knee. This surprised him for a moment, but he became confused more than anything when he looked in the direction Camilia took off in. He saw the typical stuff he would see on his HUD (Heads Up Display), be able to see through the walls, living creatures and their pulse, plus the not-so-living creatures found in the truck, but also he got a text that made his heart drop, '''Warning: Armed Hostiles. '''

He thought he had to be malfunctioning, but as he saw what seemed to be the barrel of a AK-47 raised above the heads of the undead, he went full sprint mode, knocking over the medical equipment that the Dark Priest had attached to him for the post Op examination. He had some asses to kick and lives to save.

MEANWHILE.

"The little pup becomes hyper active when she simply eats something with sugar? Can't say I'm surprised...."Louie said with a chuckle as she say Lulu get mauled to death with affection from her sister.

Vernatoth looked at the dogs wrestle with eachother and made the assumption that "This must be your sister Lulu?" To which he was confirmed as right when Theo nodded at him.

"Well thank goodness" Vernatoth said with a sigh "Because we haven't a moment to spare! The trial is in half an hour!!!"

"Oh yeah, forgot about-....What is she doing?" Cayden said as he looked towards A as she loomed over the miniature land of lollies, sugar, cream and mostly war at the moment.

"I want in!" She said as she stared gleefully at the party, before sneakily shrinking down to the size of the sugar people, taking the form of a demonic bard with long silver hair, long pointed horns and a metre long tail with a spikey end.

At first the demons thought that the newcomer was on their side once they heard her sick lute skills, but that changed once her instrument of music became an instrument of murder as it shifted to a blade that went right through the skull of one of the demons and removed the head of other.

MEANWHILE

Davy thought about it for a second. There was that one really angry crusader from the old world that wanted the whole gang dead, but he's been dead for more than fiveteen years, there was no way a corpse could kill someone......well, a fully dead corpse.

"Wouldn't have a clue matey...."

MEANWHILE

"Hell yeah..." Jack said with a sick grin before attempting to grab a gun from one of the mummies only to be reminded of his broken hands.

"Oh yeah......DERRICK!" He yelled at the bigger, dumb meathead, to which he simply sighed and said "Yeah, yeah I know."

One munch of rotten flesh latter. With a simple lump of meat, Jack ate away and just like that, his hands came back to their natural none crushed state.

"Alright, so we ready to bust out of this-"

All of a sudden, Steven's robotic, three finger claw burst through the back of the truck, spin like a buzzsaw and leave a massive whole, to which steven jumped through while positioning himself in way to give a wild haymaker to whoever was nearest to him.

MEANWHILE

Outside the truck, it seemed like some sort of comedic cartoon bullshit was going on in the inside of the truck, like everytime something moved inside it bounced the vehicle around, leaving the dent mark of who ever Mr Rogers decided to pummel into the interior of the truck at that moment.

When he did emerge from his battle from inside the bus, his trench coat was in tatters, showing that he had changed physically aswell as mentally. He was completely jacked, I'm talking some serious abes where on his stomach, and serious criminal was in his grasp as he held Jack by the head with his cybernetic limb. The rest of the criminal scum could be seen from inside the truck, all beaten and brusied, just like steven after he went through the shambling piles of dead meat, bones and bandages.

A silence filled the room as Steve huffed and puffed, a silence that was only broken by one of the monster girls there whispering to Camilia "If you don't claim that hunk, I will...."