ALL THAT REMAINS [mission]

[FELIX VALINT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,bTable][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mBgMc.png); background-position: bottom right;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-color: #040404;][atrb=width,421px,true] [STYLE=margin: 10px 20px 0px 20px; width: 381px; background-color: #040404; opacity: .7;filter:alpha(opacity=70);color: #eeeeee;font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]He could see the whirls of of neon blue energy whipping around, disintegrating whole groups of trees with each sweep. There was no way anything was living within that huge radius of cleared and scored ground, much less the finders that had been sent to find John. That damned fool, it was all his fault; if they even managed to take his innocence away (Felix was all for killing him), he would become a shell, a vegetable. Perhaps he'd even be better off, being brain dead and not having to know that there was the blood of five people on his filthy hands. "You stupid, stupid fool," he choked out, gritting his teeth so hard that it hurt, fingernails digging into his palms. John was a dumbass, a stupid foolish idiot who deserved everything that happened to him, but-- they had been comrades. Before Felix had been a general, he had been an exorcist. He took care of his own. But then a young girl, probably a new exorcist who had been unfortunate enough to be nearby when John had transformed, flew past him, streaming blood from what seemed like a fatal wound, and crashed into a tree near him, he knew there was no turning back. Feeling Phoenix shift to level three, the sensation of blood leaving his stigmata still odd, even after all these years, he prepared to activate the highest tier of his powers, the pinnacle of his fighting capability. However, as the tattoos finished forming, covering his face and body, the tip of the beak of the last pheonix, large and proud on his forehead, formed, he saw a flash of pink out of the corner of his eye. "Angeline?" he ventured, turning to look. "Hey! What are you doing-- is that Alistair?" he squinted, spying an all-to-familiar head of blond hair, not unlike his own mass of golden curls in hue.[/style] [STYLE=margin: 25px 0px 10px 20px;width: 335px;color: #e2e2e2;background-color: #040404;opacity: .9; filter: alpha(opacity=90);padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;][classy=iicon][/classy] Notes: exorcist version of family bonding lol Words: idk Tagged: generals mang[/style]

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[Alistair Valentine]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width, 450px][atrb=style,background-color: #292929;] [style=background-color: #ECBD10; color: #292929; text-align: right; display: inline; width: 320px; float: left; padding-right: 5px;]i get more and more strange [/style] { i'm a punk i'm a sinner i'm a lost new beginner i'm a threat to myself i'm a get armageddon i'm a freak i'm a liar i'm a flirt i deny that i know it then i mess it up i'm a bit suicidal i'm my own worst rival train wreck white trash freak maniac psycho i'm a trouble making rebel made a deal with the devil i'm way past ever coming back } Considering the amount of trees that had been ripped apart by the raw energy of Innocence, it was probably not a good idea to be sitting on the branch of a tree, but here he was, legs dangling off the wood and holding it to keep his balance with his amber eyes glowing with interest. He had been here for the past ten minutes and he was glad that the target had been floating off in the other direction to continue its decimation of the forest, of all things animate and inanimate. The general had probably gotten here before the others, and now he was waiting - he was surprised that he had got here first, but there was always the possibility of the other generals going ahead of him, having become tired of waiting. Or their lives might have been threatened. Or they may be dead. Cheerful. "You stupid, stupid fool." Curiously, Alistair jerked his head to look down at the ground, and he saw a familiar figure standing there (and a bloodied body of a woman nearby, but nevermind that; she was dead so he could do nothing), surveying their battleground for today as he had been doing for the past few minutes, though obviously not with morbid interest like him. He recognised the other exorcist - general, from the uniform - as being Felix Valint. The only reason why Alistair knew Felix was because they were acquaintances, having served as exorcists together and surprisingly becoming generals at the same time, but other than that, the blond barely knew him, just like everyone else in the Order. Turning his head back to watch the Fallen One send a whip of neon blue towards another area of trees, Alistair saw a head of pink curls and a familiar white dragon. A small smirk slid onto his face - the three generals of the Black Order up against a Fallen One, whose powers could decimate a whole city. The battle to bring down the creature would be interesting, and even exciting. A Crystal type, a Parasitic type and an Equipment type against the raw power of Innocence that had transformed its wielder into a foul beast. A hand slowly felt the hilt of Nightmare at his belt, and his lips moved to say the words, "Nightmare, level two, activate," While he didn't draw the longsword from its scabbard, the Innocence activated, and the wisp strands turned gold. Almost in turn, the wisps of the katana on his other hip became the same colour, as if reacting to the activation of the longsword - to which it was. Alistair still did not draw either weapon, but it was a precaution... and a way of getting out of this tree quickly. He could see the Fallen One change its direction towards them, as if it could sense their presence.

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[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

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She’d seen it once, or twice – but never as the one combating it; no, it had always been by her general’s side, eyes round and wide as she watched the monster they could all risk becoming. It was uncanny, and shiver-inducing, to think that- -that they were all on the battlefield, risking their lives for a cause that could very well turn them into a monster like this. Angeline wasn’t someone who liked looking at reality in its face. She could fight a hundred thousand Akuma, laughing and smiling as though it were a game – but when she came across a Fallen, which had once been an exorcist just like her- It made her want to run and hide, and never look at the world again. She didn’t have any lost feelings for the exorcist who had fallen, nor did she give a damn, now. To Angeline, he was little more than a creature, now; a shame, that they had lost an exorcist, but shame wouldn’t bring him back into a soldier. So it was with the thought that this was just another mission, just another task to cross off and move on, that Angeline flew into the battlefield. What she saw there, though, made her raise her brows. Two other generals stood at the site, and simply the presence of three generals battling one creature had Angeline wonder if the Order underestimated each general, or overestimated the Fallen, or- -or if they had been accurately measuring its power. Regardless, Angeline, astride Fantamir’s third leveled form, chewed on her lower lip, hand running idly through the pristine feathers draping his form. The dragon slithered through the air, though it was no longer in the serpentine form it had assumed the prior two levels, feathers sweeping gracefully through the air. She took one look at the Fallen – and had to brace herself, tell herself to grow up and be a soldier and stop feeling sick the way she did. Angeline saw the other two had already activated their innocence, and she jolted into gear herself, painting on a smile on her lips; as Fantamir barreled forward and she tightened her grasp on his back, she felt the adrenaline slowly, slowly filling her veins, numbing her to the point where all that filled her mind was the single-minded objective to win. She’d do this, the same way she always had. Fantamir would do half the work for her, after all – nothing much to think about. A sideways glance at Felix, and she almost sneered at the tragedy written all over his features; when did he ever learn? Why did he always care so much about those he met at the Order? They all died, in the end, and it was the strongest ones who hurt the most, because they survived while the others died. ”Looking a little too heartbroken for the battlefield, Felix,” she called with a laugh as she passed by, Fantamir whirling through the air, loping backwards and in wide arcs through the air. ”Go.” she murmured quietly, then, to Fantamir – and within seconds, shifted his body into position. The dragon spread its wings, lowering its neck, flattening its body, until it lay in an almost singular, horizontal line, with the only bump proving to be Angeline herself, positioned just behind his neck. Silvery blue eyes zeroed in on the creature – massive, bulbous, bulging with corrupted Innocence – and then it launched, a shrill cry tearing from his lips, and Angeline laughed at the familiar sound. The two shot forward through the air, thinly, slicing through the atmosphere itself, as the Innocence sharpened the air about them into a massive blade. Straight onwards, Fantamir flew, spinning once, twice- -before jamming straight into the side of the Fallen, creating a jagged line all the way through its shoulder. The creature shrieked, rushing forward, and Fantamir swiveled itself precariously to the side to just avoid being hit, dragging Angeline with him as he swept upwards with billowing flaps of his wings. Angeline cursed as she saw the creature already beginning to mend itself. Goddamn, that guy had never been that strong of an exorcist; and now, what, just because his synchronization rate dropped to zero, he was some goddamn invincible creature? Did no one else see the irony, here? With narrowed eyes and an irritated groan, she navigated Fantamir to speed back to the other two generals. She glanced at Alistair’s innocence, and rolled her eyes. Gee, the guy really thought a lot of this battle, invoking level two, huh? ”Your turn,” she called out in a lighthearted tone, smiling easily, resting her arms on Fantamir’s head. 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[FELIX VALINT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,bTable][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mBgMc.png); background-position: bottom right;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-color: #040404;][atrb=width,421px,true] [STYLE=margin: 10px 20px 0px 20px; width: 381px; background-color: #040404; opacity: .7;filter:alpha(opacity=70);color: #eeeeee;font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]"Shaddup," he muttered, feeling his innocence activate, the blood lifting off of his skin and shaping into bandages that looped loosely a few times around his arms and legs, the excess streaming in the high winds that the fallen was causing. He wasn't a fucking newbie; he knew how the world worked. But then, why the hell was Angeline, the brat, able to stomach this better than he could? He didn't want to answer. Feeling the exorbitant amounts of energy coursing through his system, he lunged forward, screaming "Out of the way!" as he surged past a returning Angeline, not waiting for Alistair to start his own assault, and an odd sense of rage filled him, as did adrenaline. Concentrating his mind, he briefly considered just smothering John-- no what was left of John, with ash and just ending things there, but another glance at the fallen one and he cursed as he realized it probably didn't even breath, considering it's lack of an.. orifice. The body was a grossly mangled torso, larger than a building in size but lacking limbs. But raking his gaze down the creature, he realized, with horror, that there was a head, normal and human sized but strangely blue-skinned, protruding from a diamond of porous blue flesh in the torso's center. Swallowing the horror, he continued on, gathering the strength in his limbs to propel himself upward (really, it was almost laughable, how high he could go when his innocence was activated) as a stream of wild blue energy coursed towards him, and exhaling, he jumped over it, so far up that had the situation not been so grave, he could have pretended that he was flying. Felix contorted his body, flipping acrobatically midair, the hem of his jacket fluttering as he narrowly avoided being dissolved by the burst, and flames began to coat his legs as he began to fall back down, landing a harsh blow on the creature's other shoulder, the flames bursting and latching onto it's flesh, the blue fire melting away at the flesh before it died away. The fallen thrashed, causing Felix to cling onto the burned shoulder, and deciding that this would be the ideal time to burn away as much of the damned-- monster as he could, he activated another power, watching grimly as more flesh burned away under his hands, the heat from the bandages adding an additional sear to it's skin. Feeling the fallen one tense under him, he had a brief prick in the back of his mind, warning him. Turning to look over at where the other two generals were, he shouted, "Move!" right before a large burst of energy was fired off in their direction.[/style] [STYLE=margin: 25px 0px 10px 20px;width: 335px;color: #e2e2e2;background-color: #040404;opacity: .9; filter: alpha(opacity=90);padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;][classy=iicon][/classy] Notes: exorcist version of family bonding lol Words: idk Tagged: generals mang[/style]

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[Alistair Valentine]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width, 450px][atrb=style,background-color: #292929;] [style=background-color: #ECBD10; color: #292929; text-align: right; display: inline; width: 320px; float: left; padding-right: 5px;]i get more and more strange [/style] { i'm a punk i'm a sinner i'm a lost new beginner i'm a threat to myself i'm a get armageddon i'm a freak i'm a liar i'm a flirt i deny that i know it then i mess it up i'm a bit suicidal i'm my own worst rival train wreck white trash freak maniac psycho i'm a trouble making rebel made a deal with the devil i'm way past ever coming back } Magnificent. Alistair's eyes seemed to glitter as he watched Angeline pass by on Fantamir. The creature upon which the youngest general rode was truly impressive. He had had the pleasure of seeing the beast before, when he first met the pink-head, but he didn't have the luxury of seeing the dragon in action. Now he knew why dragons were so revered in culture, whether it be Western culture or Eastern. Dragons were truly a thing of beauty and power. Angeline's return was ignored by the blond, until he saw Felix dash forwrds with a scream. Golden eyes shot to the other general and an eyebrow raised at the sheer amount of the rage that he swear he could just feel emanating off him as though he could feel the flames of the crystal type user's Innocence. As he dashed away, Alistair glanced over to Angeline, a smirk fixed on his face, but it lightened upon face contact with the girl - there still seemed to be malicious intent in his eyes. It was situations like these, when the world was burning around them, that Alistair seemed to be truly insane, but chaos was just as beautiful as peace - was it really morbid to admire the two components of the world? It seemed that the current attack on the fallen was focused on heat. From a distance Alistair noted that Felix's general tactic was to burn away as much of the target as he could, before being attacked of course. The man had a questioning look on his face when he noticed that Felix had glanced over to them, but his unasked question went answered - they had to move. For a second, Alistair contemplated shouting back over to him why he should move. Perhaps it was him pretending to not trust the other general, perhaps it was his trouble-making side, but either way he decided not to. The blast of energy that was coming towards them was fast arriving, and he would not have time to ask the question, and by the time he would have asked it Felix wouldn't have been able to answer back. They'd suffer another death, would they not? So the Greek stood up on the branch, in an almost lazy manner, and he tensed his body. He murmured a word under his breath and all of a sudden he was gone, far away from the neon blue streak. He reappeared on the ground nearby, and finally he had drawn his swords. Now it was time for his contribution to the fight, not that it would do much (he briefly considered trolling the other two by using Become Plantom, but he decided that he didn't want to be lectured later) but that was probably the pessimism speaking. "Quickstep," he muttered, appearing on the trunk of a tree that had fallen down but had not quite hit the floor just yet, instead held up by the other trees behind it. Using the trunk to propel himself up into the air, Alistair also spoke the words, "No Mercy." At this, the blades of Nightmare and Somnus seemed to change to a bright golden glow, and Alistair seemed to dive through the air. Upon reaching the fallen one, he attacked ten times, moving with surprising speed and agility despite his build and his lack of knowledge of fighting while in the air. Once his barrage of ten was complete, Alistair dropped through the air, but the blades of his swords were still golden. Once at a height he deemed sufficient enough to not deal damage to Felix, Alistair seemed to charge through their target, appearing on the other side of it. As he started to freefall to the ground, an explosion enveloped the bottom half of the target, not quite reaching the general upon its shoulder. Maybe he should have warned Felix about the brightness of the explosion. ...Maybe he should have used a long distance attack, but it was too late for either of those things. Once Alistair was a few metres above the floor, he once again quickstepped, and he disappeared again, darting further away from the fallen one but still within distance so that the other two generals could hear his shouted question. "Well, quick question. Are we killing the wretched thing, or gonna turn it into a vegetable? Didn't listen to the briefing of what we had to do." Typical Alistair.

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[ANGELINE WINDSOR]

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[FELIX VALINT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,bottom][atrb=cellspacing,0,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,bTable][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/mBgMc.png); background-position: bottom right;background-repeat: no-repeat;background-color: #040404;][atrb=width,421px,true] [STYLE=margin: 10px 20px 0px 20px; width: 381px; background-color: #040404; opacity: .7;filter:alpha(opacity=70);color: #eeeeee;font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]So focused was he on melting away the sickly colored flesh of the thing that had been John, that when Alistair executed the massive attack that consumed the lower half of the body, the sheer amount of light that the explosion caused-- Felix stumbled to his feet with an undignified yelp, stumbling backwards, and suddenly, he was falling. Overcoming his initial surprise, he righted himself, bracing himself for what would be a fatal fall had he not activated his innocence, and when he hit the ground, he gritted his teeth from the pain, rolling so as to absorb the impact as best as he could. Lying on his back for a moment, he cursed under his breath as he slowly sat up, wincing as his ribs smarted. Tomorrow would be a bitch. That is, he thought morbidly, if they made it to tomorrow. "Fuck! Alistair, you cunt!" he shouted obscenely at the other blond, staggering to his feet. Taking a deep breath while the fallen's attention was focused elsewhere, he refocused, feeling the flames gather at his hands as he shot off two bursts of flame in rapid succession, getting the thing in the back, where it twisted, turning towards him as it continued to spew energy. "We kill it." Angeline's words, distant but not entirely inaudible, reached him, and for a moment, he faltered. To simply kill... generally with akuma he was fine (they were saving them, in the end), but, he thought with a glance upwards at John, what used to be John, he was killing his friend, his comrade. But, you wanted this, a voice in the back of his conscience whispered, you don't want John to be a living corpse, do you? There was no alternative. Deftly dodging under a whip of energy that his sense alerted him too, he crossed his hands, feeling the embodiment of his innocence emerge quickly from his open palms, a bone-chilling shriek escaping it's fiery beak as a magnificent phoenix flew from his hands, striking dangerously close to the center of the torso, opening a huge hole right by the corrupted innocence. "Or we take away the innocence," he murmured, but likely not loud enough for anyone to hear him.[/style] [STYLE=margin: 25px 0px 10px 20px;width: 335px;color: #e2e2e2;background-color: #040404;opacity: .9; filter: alpha(opacity=90);padding: 5px;font-size: 10px;][classy=iicon][/classy] Notes: exorcist version of family bonding lol Words: idk Tagged: generals mang[/style]

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[Alistair Valentine]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width, 450px][atrb=style,background-color: #292929;] [style=background-color: #ECBD10; color: #292929; text-align: right; display: inline; width: 320px; float: left; padding-right: 5px;]i get more and more strange [/style] { i'm a punk i'm a sinner i'm a lost new beginner i'm a threat to myself i'm a get armageddon i'm a freak i'm a liar i'm a flirt i deny that i know it then i mess it up i'm a bit suicidal i'm my own worst rival train wreck white trash freak maniac psycho i'm a trouble making rebel made a deal with the devil i'm way past ever coming back } "Haha, shit, sorry," Alistair grinned widely to the other blond, waving a sword in the air to show that he had noticed his fall and was genuinely sorry (surprisingly) for causing it. "Just be glad you weren't actually in the explosion, 'cause damn, does that hurt like a bitch," He had never actually been at the centre of the attack, more at the edge, just about caught by the energy. The first time he used No Mercy - and the first few times after that - he ended up with a bloody back. Luckily he had healed completely, with no scarring, but it was an experience that he wouldn't like to try again. Angeline's answer to his question was accompanied by a snort, to which the Greek general grinned. Really, he did have some idea of what they had to do - which was to take down the fallen one - but how exactly the Order wanted them to do that he was unsure about. He never really listened to specifics, he did things the way he wanted to do them (or not at all, in some cases). "Oh I do know, just like I know what we do to people's lives," Alistair called in response to the coral haired woman, an inkling of seriousness to his words. He wasn't totally oblivious - he had noticed the amount of young people running around as exorcists, as clergymen, but he had never found the right time to speak his thoughts towards the heads of the Order. Perhaps having an argument... no, a creative discussion with one of the officials would get his point across, make them see some blasted sense. He was about to launch another attack following Angeline's, but he faltered as he swept a sword up into the air, noticing Felix's hesitation. Even from a distance, Alistair could see that something was on Felix's mind. He wasn't stupid (despite how the fact that he often looked it) and he knew that Felix knew the one who had fallen. He obviously didn't want to feel the blood of a comrade on his hands... Alistair himself didn't like the feeling, and he was pretty sure that others felt the same way. "Cut off the head, pull it out, or we could even steal away the Innocence," Alistair answered in response to Angeline's question, almost at the same moment of which the other blond had murmured about taking the Innocence. When Alistair returned his gaze to the fallen one, he noticed a hole in the torso, to which he raised his eyebrow at. As he studied the gaping hole, he saw a streak of blue coming towards him. Immediately, he dodged out of the way, coming to a halt (seemingly appearing out of the blue) near Felix and flipping a sword around to hold it backwards. "Thoughts, goldie? Personally I say it'd be more fun to take the Innocence. It's harder," He asked, twisting his head to look at Felix with a grin on his face, one that seemed to have a hint of knowledge to it.

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