Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread
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				Title: <strong>Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 23:53:12</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Assignment #1:<br><br>In order to be brought into the Agency, you all have had an official summons from the U.S. government hand delivered.<br><br>For your first assignment, you will need to post your arrival at The DCE Headquarters, or your trip in getting there.&nbsp; These Headquarters, are located for now, in Los Angeles, California.&nbsp; The location will change throughout the game.&nbsp; It can be one post, a series of posts, either by yourself or partnered with someone.&nbsp; I don't have a preference on that. <br><br>Just have fun and be creative.<br><br>Once at the Headquarters, you may run into each other and make acquaintances, etc. until the debriefing starts.&nbsp; <br><br>No bloodying the newly redone building, or else damages will be deducted from your first paycheck.<br><br></span></span><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 07:27:23</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Oleg<br><strong>Species:</strong> Demigod<br><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, California, USA<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> No one, yet.<br><br><strong>3 Days Ago</strong><br><br>The sky was filled with clouds, and Oleg could sense the promise of rain within them. He was unsure if the promise would be fulfilled, for the taste of an oncoming storm was tantalizingly fleeting. The weather, however, was not the thing of most immediate concern or attention. The young man found himself seated in a motel room, facing two middle-aged men in suits. They were not relaxed, nor did they regard him pleasantly nor seem to take any joy in their current assignment. For his part, Oleg felt anxious because they seemed so devoid of joy and so obviously prepared for something unpleasant to transpire. He sat with his hands folded in his lap, and simply waited for the men to speak. Surprisingly, they appeared to be expecting him to do something, but whatever course of action either of the suits seemed to believe that Oleg would perform was out of Oleg's mind.<br><br>At last, one of the suits cleared his throat. He placed a neat, sealed white envelope on the table between he and Oleg, and then reclined back into his seat. "This is a summons for you. It is issued by the highest office of these United States of America, under the strictest secrecy and with the full and utmost authority."<br><br>"It's from the president?" Oleg asked, looking at the envelope. The pair of suits looked to one another, and seemed quaintly amused by the question. Neither deigned to answer.<br><br>"Our mutual contact suggested you because you are tractable and able to follow orders. Would that be a fair assessment?" The second suit asked, tone blunt and direct.<br><br>Oleg shifted his weight. "I guess. I'm not a rebel without a cause, if that's what you're asking." The answered seemed to be pleasing. <br><br>"That's good. Understand that we stand on the brink of annihilation. What we undertake is no less than the preservation of the human species from an extinction level event that would render this planet incapable of sustaining life as we know it." The first suit said, and Oleg started at the gravity of the situation. <br><br>"Yes. Our mutual contact might term it 'the end of days.'" The second suit added. Oleg nodded, and reached for the envelope. <br><br>"I'm just one man." Oleg said. Really only a boy. He was not even old enough to legally consume alcohol or gamble in most of the continental United States of America. He could barely smoke in most states, and in some he could not. Not that either activity were ones that Oleg engaged in, but they were considered benchmarks of adulthood. He looked at the envelope and the vulnerability of his youth and inexperience was laid plain. For an unseen moment, both of the suits were touched by it and regretted that they were asking something that might very well result in the death of the youth before them . . . but the situation was what it was, and for billions to live, it was acceptable arithmetic that fewer might die. "But I'll do my part." And thus why it was so necessary: Oleg was one of the rare few beings with supernatural powers that was not just out to meddle and mock humanity. One willing to follow orders and see the mission done, rather than wallow in inhuman ego and vanity. There were so few prospects that seemed like they would actually be worth recruiting and tolerating.<br><br>"Your country, and the world, will never know what you do. This isn't about glory. This isn't about fame. You will never have your face on the front page of print media." The first agent stressed, leaning forward. "If you die, your mother will taken care of, quietly, for as long as she lives and so long as there exists a framework capable of providing for her. But you will not be sent home in a flag-covered casket. There will be no medals. You will not shake hands with any politicians in front of cheering crowds."<br><br>Oleg held the letter in his hands, and nodded once to signal that he understood. Outside, there was some electrical activity, and the distant sound of thunder. Oleg could sense that the clouds were breaking up, and there were soon rays of sunlight piercing through to the ground. Did his father approve? Or was the lack of rainfall a sign of disapproval? Oleg resolved not to worry. He resolved to move forward, and do his best to be unafraid.<br><br><strong>Now</strong><br><br>"Thanks!" Oleg called, waving to the trucker as the vehicle pulled away and merged back into traffic. The youth hefted a duffel bag and walked along the streets of Los Angeles, California. He walked for a long time, but that was no burden to him: he had in the past walked for days at a time between towns and cities. A few hours along sidewalks was no particular onerousness. The brightness of the day was new to him, and the first of experience of the much-vaunted California sunshine. There were so many people! He had never before been in so densely populated an area. In such a place, if not for his size, he might have looked like prey to the more seasoned, entirely human predators that stalked the streets and shadows. <br><br>So Oleg was unaccosted as he walked the streets, and he found the headquarters of the DCE. It was a convenient name; one might assume it was simply concerned with the elimination of vermin. Oleg entered the front doors, opening the glass door without any difficulty. He was greeted by what appeared to be a reception area no different than any number of government facilities, whether state or federal. There was a desk with stations for several receptionists, and cordons to form people into lines, akin to what one saw at the DMV or at a bank. Oleg moved through it, and waited, alone, for the single receptionist to acknowledge him.<br><br>The receptionist was a woman of African ethnicity, and she was currently engaged in a telephone call that Oleg did not attempt to eavesdrop on. In the fullness of time she placed the telephone in its cradle and addressed him, "how can I help you, sugarpie?" She asked as Oleg walked forward. He drew the envelope given to him by the suits, and placed it down between them. It was somewhat worse for wear for being in his pocket for several days, but the seal was intact and it was whole. Upon seeing it, the woman's warm expression changed dramatically. She regarded him with ill-disguised suspicion, fear, and anxiety. For his part, Oleg met that change in demeanor with a brief flash of hurt and resignation, with the former fading in the latter as he waited for whatever would happen to happen. He was perhaps blessed in that he could pass, but if all members of the DCE would treat him this way Oleg knew the road ahead would be difficult. The suits made it out the reaction was merited, and it did not endear him to the thought of meeting other supernatural beings. <br><br>"I . . . I just want to do my part." Oleg said softly. "I don't . . . want to hurt people." <br><br>The woman's expression softened, but she remained on guard. No doubt there were creatures that tried to play that card to ingratiate themselves past defenses. "Well, sugarpie, you just take that there elevator and hit the blue button with a '3' on it." She pushed the letter towards it. "And I'm sure you'll get your chance."<br><br>Oleg nodded, and took the letter from her. He held it in his hand, and went as directed. The elevator's doors opened soon after he depressed a button to summon the elevator car. Once within, the doors closed and Oleg hit the button he was told to. There was a brief moment where he felt weightless, and then the elevator was moving down below street level. The ride did not take very long, and soon the doors opened and Oleg was free to exit into a white hallway. He walked out of the elevator and into the hallway, finding his way into a room designed for eating. There were some baked goods - bought from a supermarket - on a plate and there was coffee ready in a coffee maker pot, with cups and whitener and artificial sweetener packets. Oleg entered and took a seat, assuming that in due time others would enter here or someone would be along to collect him and/or direct him where to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 16:25:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://metrosource.com.s123317.gridserver.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Colb.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Enoch (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158203.msg7308107#msg7308107)<br><strong>Location:</strong> L.A. (<em>City of Angels my ass</em>)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Oleg<br><br>The bike was loud, not Harley gang loud, but certainly noticeable, at least it would be if it was being ridden anywhere else BUT LA, but those were the breaks. Not that it mattered much to him, he liked the slim feel of the bike beneath him, the sleek and maneuvering grace it carried. It liked that though it made noise aplenty, it's vibration was low, a thrumming that he felt at the basest level of his senses. He also was rather fond of the leather jacket and tight demin jeans that rubbed against his skin coarsely, or the way his rings twinkled like the rubies in his ear. Maybe he was just having way too damn much fun as he usually was, but wasn't there to celebrate?<br><br>Better fighting evil that had already been found rather than knocking down several doors to find it first after all. And if he got bored and found it tiresome working for the government? He would leave, that's all there was to it and it was exactly what he'd told the agents that had found him. Not that it would be hard to find him, he wasn't exactly subtle about things, <em>especially</em> if you were sensitive to that kind of thing. He could be if he wanted too, he just chose not too, at least that way evil would on occasion make it's way to you.<br><br>He stopped the bike, music pouring into his ears from the small buds pressed into the recesses of each ear. A lit cigarette and a cocky if pleasant smile on his lips. He was glad to be back in the US again, clad in American leather and denim, ink of various varieties lining his skin and out in the open with his piercings, with all of the good old fashioned American hostility to such things. Sure he looked like some street hood ready to cause trouble, if a street hood could afford the gold and silver he used for all his piercings, for the large and a bit tacky ruby studs in each ear. Sure the archaic, tribal tattoos of swooping birds of prey, hunting big cats, reptiles of legend and all manner of things didn't help, but what did he care?<br><br>Pushing off from the bike with a sharp exhale of smoke, giving a purposeful double tap of two fingers on his bike before crossing the street with no glance either way. Ignoring the blaring horn he moved into the building with a grace that seemed out of place for the cocky way in which he behaved. Ignoring the expectant look from the secretary, he went to the elevator, already sensing the last traces of ethereal energy heading that direction. Whomever it was was either one hell of a being, or just cocky enough to not care what kind of aura trail they left behind.<br><br>With a toss of his hand, the sheaf of paper he was told to bring slid through narrow elevator doors as they closed, setting gently and neatly on the startled woman whom had been about the call security. Enoch smiled to himself, his mischief always got him in trouble at some point, but then again, it was what had made life interesting thus far outside of the fighting. Had to do something besides fight after all, even warriors needed a break here and there, even if it meant screwing around with other people.<br><br><em>Speaking of screwing around, hellooooo...</em><br><br>He smirked outwardly to the private thought, locking his mind down tight just to make sure whomever this was wasn't able to read his mind. It was simple enough, a trick any person who knew a thing about psychic and magical abilities learned very early on if they valued their privacy. Having fought for several months with a potent and gifted telepath/telempath had been an interesting experience, and the sex had been even more interesting.<br><br>He eyed the cliche assortment of drink and food and snorted, "good lord, you'd think they would at least spring for some <strong>good</strong> food and drink, shit. I'm Enoch by the way."<br><br>Shaking his head and pulling out a few various things obviously meant to mix together to make coffee, including his own grounds, he set to work. It was a matter of seconds, the tepid water boiling over with a flick of his wrist and then set through the filter set over his cup and he had his coffee. He was rather picky about his food and drink, and wasn't going to swallow some dollar store cup of government brand coffee.<br><br>"With all the tax money they milk from people, and you know the fact that they are having us risk our asses for them, they could get Starbucks or something...plus, there's a much better place for donuts right around the corner anyways." He sighed, lighting another cigarette while pulling out a flask and pouring the unnamed amber fluid into his large cup of coffee, "and who just might you be?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 22:31:59</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Oleg (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158203.msg7308086#msg7308086)<br><strong>Species:</strong> Demigod<br><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, California, USA<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Enoch<br><br>Oleg, being raised in a small town as he was, and not so blasé and world-weary that all the wonder of the world was gone, was somewhat taken aback by Enoch's appearance. The finer details that made Enoch distinct from the common gang-bangers, punks, and individuals who were otherwise nonconformists out to shock the mundanes with their edginess were lost upon him, and he looked down at the table in front of his quickly to attempt, poorly, to disguise his reaction. It was not polite or decorous. Though given that the other man chose those sorts of accessories, and that manner of dress, Oleg's reaction was either what he wanted, or else it was something long ago accustomed to. That was rational, however, and Oleg could not shake the feeling of being rude. He did not want to be. The complaints about the quality of the food did little to endear Enoch to Oleg. Even though Oleg was not partaking, it was not because any of it was not good enough for him. <br><br>"My name is Oleg." He replied to Enoch's question, and chose not to engage the complaints about the quality of the food, or the superior places from which superior food might have been procured from the infinite budget that the government had. There was surely waste and abuse in the budget, but Oleg did not feel entitled to lavish accommodations and gourmet meals. Soldiers did not receive those sorts of things, and even though Oleg was not a soldier he did not feel he merited better than the fighting men and women in uniform. He drew a finger along the table's surface, and followed its course with his eyes. "I chose to be here. It was important enough to me." He had walked and hitch-hiked. It meant enough to Oleg to risk himself for this world that was his home and its people who were his people. He glimpsed up, briefly, at Enoch before his eyes returned to the table. "An angel told me the gates of Hell stand open."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 01:04:51</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Lawrence Crown<br><strong>Species:</strong> Demon, Scion<br><strong>Location:</strong> NYC, Ending up in LA<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> No one, yet.<br><br>Delivering the summons had turned out to be a bit of a trick for Lawrence Crown. The man's existence was often in the wind. He wasn't just part of the rat race, he was winning by a long shot. Of course with a bit of mind reading and a 'trick' that you can outrun even emails- well, you can do very well.<br><br>New York. honestly this was Lawrence's kind of town. The Stock Exchange and many of the major banks he can work for money and it's hard to walk around town without falling in lust 8 times a day. He never stayed away from NYC for long if he could avoid it, and laying a summons in NYC was iffy at best for a normal guy let alone Lawrence if he didn't want to see it.<br><br>Of course, the US government can get clever when it needs too. When the summons giver and the lust-at-first-sight was the same person- well, some things you just couldn't avoid.<br><br>LA. Well, LA wasn't bad. Hollywood wasn't NYC but it had potential. His 'trick' helps here too with a smile on his face.<br><br>Lawrence Crown walks in the front door of DCE Headquarters with a smirk on his face, making small talk with a receptionist.
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				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 02:52:57</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Tiam (Form 1) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158203.msg7308096#msg7308096)<br><strong>Species</strong>: Unknown (Assumed to be Demigod)<br><strong>Location</strong>: D.C.E. Headquarters...thereabouts<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Enoch, Oleg<br><br>He could sense that something was about to happen.&nbsp; The whispers from those only barely within tertiary degrees to anyone with any inkling of power flew through the air as he flitted from here and there in a nondescript form.&nbsp; Most of his time was spent as invisible, barely traceable energy, only choosing to take a more socially acceptable form when it suited his needs.&nbsp; The drones were restless, moving about with papers and files.&nbsp; Supposedly they had one on him.&nbsp; Perhaps he would peek at it when he chose to develop the motivation to do so, but at the moment, the polished black and white stationary with whatever they thought they knew was of little consequence to him.&nbsp; He was much more interested in the parties who he assumed were gathering to kick off this shindig.<br><br>Tiam had found two interesting beings conversing, one a human and another reading as something else.&nbsp; Material in body but more in substance.&nbsp; He would keep an eye on that one.&nbsp; He, of all beings, knew well the potential that power could have.&nbsp; Whether it be good or evil, he was uncertain, and that really didn't matter to him.&nbsp; He aligned himself no particular way, and the concepts were overused and over-idolized.<br><br>He chose only to take form after the subject of unappetizing fare had been passed for something more interesting.&nbsp; Tiam suddenly stood where once there was mere air.&nbsp; Whether the two seemed to notice was unapparent, not that he cared.&nbsp; He stood in a pair of black slacks and a Victorian-style vest (http://www.infectiousthreads.com/Images/Shrine/big_m_vest_vic_arist_blk_gold.jpg) with a slim fitted black Oxford style shirt underneath.&nbsp; One arm was bent in front of him, a long dark coat hanging over it as if he'd just come in.&nbsp; His eyes moved from first one man then the other quickly before he spoke in an unintentionally propitious tone, "The angels have not proven themselves to be the most trustworthy of beings."<br><br>The rather dapper man moved slowly over to a seat.&nbsp; Each step held a grace coupled with a sense of danger like that of a viper laying in wait.&nbsp; He brushed off the black fabric of his coat to flick away some speck of hidden imperfection before laying it over the back of the chair.&nbsp; Tiam then took a seat and looked once more at the other men in the room.&nbsp; "This angel told you to come here?"&nbsp; His lips curled into a humorous smile as if he were trying not to laugh. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 03:12:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://metrosource.com.s123317.gridserver.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Colb.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Enoch (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158203.msg7308107#msg7308107)<br><strong>Location:</strong> L.A. (<em>City of Angels my ass</em>)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Oleg<br><br>Enoch had noticed the other man's reaction to him, true most people nowadays were more subtle about it unless they wanted to him to know, unless they were sheltered little boy scouts. In this case, Enoch was guess the latter explanation more than anything, not that he cared either way, it wasn't as if he dressed for their attention, he just happened to like the look and feel of everything. And who knew, tomorrow he might show up in a three piece suit that certainly didn't come off of a rack, his tastes changed and varied with each day and sometimes there was consistency and sometimes there wasn't.<br><br>He eyed Oleg with a snort however, "of course the gates of hell are open, somethings always open and something is always trying to come out, what rock did they find their newest boy scout under anyways? I didn't think there were any of you..." Pausing to frown at the shimmer in the air around them for the moment, probably a showy newcomer with Transdimensional transport abilities, also known as teleporting or plane shifting. He continued on with his sentence unabated, "any of you 'virtuous' types left from the government to dig up."<br><br>Sure enough there was a newcomer, <em>my, my, my, how much eye candy I get to look at today,</em> "I suppose an angel was a more interesting visit than the stuffy guys in a suit that came huffing and puffing into the mountains to find me. I really was trying to enjoy my vacation, suppose angels would have been more practical, storm or not, just fly right in and find me, or teleport. Mortals."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 05:10:04</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Oleg (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158203.msg7308086#msg7308086)<br><strong>Species:</strong> Demigod<br><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, California, USA<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Enoch, Tiam<br><br>Oleg started as Tiam appeared from nothing. He was not accustomed to magical beings coming and going as they pleased with no warning that he could perceive of either event. It was to every sense that Oleg possessed as though Tiam were not present in any capacity, and then, in the span of a second, was there to be seen and heard. Whatever the nature of the newest arrival, it did not set Oleg at ease to be in its presence, though there was yet no rational cause for that sentiment. He glanced to Enoch, and then to Tiam, and then back to the table.<br><br>"The angel told me that there was a government agency that worked to combat supernatural creatures that posed a threat to humanity and the world. And that, if it mattered enough to me to do what I could to help, I would given a summons and that I should answer it." He answered to Tiam. There was no dissembling to Oleg's speech; he was transparent and plain as day. An open book laid bare - a castle with its gates unbarred and unguarded. The youth laid his hand flat upon the table and regarded it absently, considering. The angel had said other things, less flattering things, as to the nature of the other beings that operated with the DCE. Things that the suits had corroborated. His blue eyes looked over to Enoch for a moment. "You are not alone in that sentiment; the angel and the agents I met said much the same." Oleg omitted that they did not consider his demeanor a flaw.<br><br>The youth withdrew his hand from the table's surface and let his arm rest across the duffel bag on his lap that contained the bulk of his worldly possessions. There was nothing to his name that merited the interests of the other beings he currently found himself conversing with; Oleg could not fathom what might have even motivated them to converse with him. Some it might have been Oleg's humility - he did not consider himself especially noteworthy or spectacular - but the better part was perhaps how inscrutable the other two were and Oleg's lack of skill or experience at discerning the motives of others. He simply did not come from a background that demanded he look with deep scrutiny at others. "Are there leprechauns? Are those real?" He asked with a genuine curiosity born of a genuine want of knowledge. Oleg hoped for an honest answer, and the more likely notion that the other two would have fun at Oleg's expense did not occur to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 05:32:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/BambooForest_zps74d35316.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Shizuru<br><strong>Species:</strong> Demon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Japan, then DCE Headquarters<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyone<br><br><strong>-Somewhere in Japan</strong><br><strong>-Three days ago</strong><br><br>Mr. Doe and Mr. Itoi struggled along the path, sweating and cursing, each in their own native languages. Mr. Doe did not speak Japanese, except for how to ask for the bathroom. It was the one phrase he'd managed to memorize in the handbook he'd bought at the airport. Mr. Itoi was here to do all the translating. He was just the muscle. Or so they'd told him. Based on what he and his partner had read out of the dossier, he was fairly certain it would take the National Guard to stop this demoness if she'd decided to go on a rampage. So why just him and the skinny Japanese agent to his left? The agency didn't consider this demon to be much of a risk. She apparently wasn't one for violence for the sake of violence. Were that the case, Japan probably would've been set ablaze centuries ago. <br><br>"For the love of God..." Mr. Doe broke his train of thought as it dawned on him just how long they'd been walking, "...when the sign said 'out for a walk' I didn't think she meant UP A MOUNTAIN!" <br><br>The shout caused birds to scatter and his words to echo down the steep hillside. He ran his hands through his sweaty blonde hair and peered sidelong at his stoic partner, who was apparently trying to hold back laughter. Raymond nodded his head, a frown on his face, "Laugh it up, Shige, I'm makin' you carry me back down." The two agents stood there for a moment, attempting to catch their breath. It was in this moment that Itoi noticed something, or, more accurately, the absence of anything. Total silence. Doe straightened up and looked around for a moment, unnerved by the unnatural quiet that had fallen over the bamboo forest. A voice snapped the sudden silence, feminine and coming from right behind them. <br><br><strong>"Anata wa nani o shitaidesu ka? Naze anata wa watashi ni shitagatte kita?"</strong><br><br>Both agents whirled around to face her, eyes wide with surprise. Shizuru was a tall, imposing woman, with firey hair and the aura of a predator. Someone who knew how to hurt people and was not afraid to use violence if necessary. The type of person that radiated confidence, strength, and boldness. Standing before her there made the agents momentarily feel like they'd violated some kind of taboo, like they were in her domain and the should leave straight away. The two agents steeled themselves and Mr. Doe glanced sidelong at Mr. Itoi again, "What did she say?"<br><br>"She wants to know what we're doing here," he responded to Raymond before working on an introduction, "Wareware wa, DCE karadesu. Watashitachi wa anata no teian shi ni kimashita." As Shigesato spoke, Mr. Doe looked at the demon more carefully. No horns or wings or anything like that. At least not at the moment. Perhaps she could make them disappear at will? It would certainly explain how she's managed to blend in. She was dressed in an odd manner. Slightly formal, slightly punk. Tall motorcycle boots, leather pants, chains, and yet; a dress shirt and tie. All black, of course, except for the chains which were gleaming silver. She didn't look out of breath in the least. <br><br>"Ask her why the fuck she classifies 'a walk' as a hundred mile goddamn hike up a mountain," grumbled Mr. Doe, reaching inside of his jacket pocket for the envelope.<br><br><strong>"Anata no pātonā wa bakadesu."</strong> said Shizuru. Doe eyed Itoi, "What did she say?" Itoi grinned a tad and waved dismissively, "She said we are having lovely weather," chuckled the Japanese agent. He took the envelope from Raymond and passed it to the demoness, who opened it and began reading. Doe sighed and looked at his partner, "Tell her that we know she probably doesn't care about the fate of our country, but if left unattended the problem could become global. Also mention that we might have some very challenging opponents for her to fight. We know it's been ages since she's had a good fight."<br><br>Itoi relayed the message while Shizuru read. After a moment, the demon tore up the envelope and let it flutter to the ground. She slid her hands into her pockets and turned her back on the duo, apparently about to head back the way she came. The action set Mr. Doe off. After all that time spent tracking the demon to some bumblefuck town in the middle of Nowhere, Japan! After seeing that damn note on her establishment, 'Out For A Walk, Back Later'! After hiking all this way! He sneered and pointed, "You useless bitch! I wish you could understand English so I could tell you how much I hate you! I had to hike all this fucking way for your useless ass! All this way while your damn brethren are going to tear apart the world! I should've stayed in the USA, fighting!"<br><br>Shizuru paused. She lifted her head.<br><br><strong>"I never said I wouldn't do it," after a moment, "In the future, show a little more respect. Rikai dekimasu ka?"</strong> The demoness started off down the trail. Behind her, Itoi looked over at Doe and remarked, "Is it a good idea to be in debt to a demon like this?" Doe frowned, "Hell no."<br><br><strong>-Los Angeles, California<br>-Now</strong><br><br>Shizuru slipped on her shades as she entered the break room where the others were gathered, apparently waiting for something to begin. She had her doubts about this entire trip, but it was the only promise of a good battle she'd had in a hundred years. Most of her days were currently spent walking through the woods, training, or tending to her quiet little bar in Japan. Not the most exciting life. She loved solitude and quiet, but she also enjoyed violence and excitement. A glut of one of the two was always a bad thing, and these days it was just too damn quiet. <br><br>The demoness strode in mid-conversation. Something about Leprechauns, apparently. She ignored the chatter for a moment and looked with some distaste upon the snacks and beverages that had been laid out for them. Not really her speed. Instead, she settled herself in a chair away from the group of men and crossed one long leg over the other. Producing a thin silver flask from seemingly thin air, she unscrewed the top and took a slow drink from it. This was certainly going to be interesting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 06:37:32</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Tiam (Form 1) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158203.msg7308096#msg7308096)<br><strong>Species</strong>: Unknown (Assumed to be Demigod)<br><strong>Location</strong>: D.C.E. Headquarters<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Anyone<br><br>He regarded both men for a moment longer, lounging back slightly in the chair before resting on leg up on the other.&nbsp; They spoke of messengers and summons.&nbsp; It was a concept Tiam hadn't been acquainted with in quite the length of time.&nbsp; In fact, the last time he was summoned, he came into being.&nbsp; The initial lie that caused him to form and live was a song to him.&nbsp; He hadn't heard such sweetness again, but in every lie he is present to witness, he gets the most miniscule glimpse of that time.<br><br>Tiam looked to Oleg, "I'm feeling left out now.&nbsp; No one came looking for me.&nbsp; I just sort of...showed up." He explained.&nbsp; The entire thing was a sham though.&nbsp; He knew that the world as the mortals knew it could not accept such things existing.&nbsp; Demigods and magicians were things of make believe.<br><br>"Do you believe they are?"&nbsp; He asked Oleg in his most charismatic tone yet, referring to his mention of the small mythical men dressed in green.<br><br>The three sided conversation was disturbed by the entrance of a fourth party.&nbsp; Her mere presence gave Tiam the sensation of sin and death.&nbsp; It appeared that whatever these creatures had been called here for was in need of a diverse range of talents if there was a demoness included alongside a human and some other kind of powerful being.&nbsp; Tiam hadn't quite figured out what he was, but he knew that he wasn't just human.&nbsp; It appeared his intentions were noble, however, which made Tiam smirk because he knew that those which such pure souls often clashed with demons.&nbsp; He would simply wait to see how it went though.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 18:35:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://metrosource.com.s123317.gridserver.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Colb.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Enoch (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158203.msg7308107#msg7308107)<br><strong>Location:</strong> L.A. (<em>City of Angels my ass</em>)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Oleg and Tiam (Taking mental notice of Shizuru)<br><br>Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he leaned back, blowing a small cloud of smoke into the air of the room, "I was simply told there was a group of people who would offer me more consistent work. Or should I say, more consistent opportunities in which to knock some otherworldly assholes face in for that matter. Seemed better than spotty, if well paying mercenary work. Posh as it can be, it really does get rather boring after a time, even irritating."<br><br>Glancing over at the new arrival as he trailed off, taking Oleg's new statements to the back of his mind for the moment. Pretty enough he supposed if he were to be a judge of such things. Though the disgusting aura, disgusting in his eyes in any case, certainly took away from whatever beauty she may have had. This little run group he would have called desperate, but to him, a government run organization was going to take whatever it could, hell or high water. Emphasis on the hell bit of it in this case, and either way he wasn't going to trust anything with THAT stench, or the group that brought it into play. He'd play nice as he usually did, but he had certainly not just seen his next best buddy.<br><br>Coming back into the conversation he snorted, "yes they're real, spiteful shits too if you fuck with them, though they're a bit vague on what fucking with them constitutes. Come to think of it, so are angels, so I guess take that how you will, but already I have a pretty good idea how you will." Flicking the ash into a nearby cup with a careless gesture, he eyed the mysterious stranger, "and how about you appearing one? Got a name for us or would you rather a nickname? I have a talent for coming up for them, Oleg over is Eagle Scout until I can come up with something far wittier."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 03:22:18</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Delilah<br><strong>Species:</strong> Dragon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Andes Mountains to LA<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br><hr><br>Delilah sighed softly as she spiraled up into the air and away from the small cottage that had been her home for the last few decades. Her visitors growing smaller with each beating swing of her wings and her eyes rolling as the humans below watched her in awe. She had to admit, that most humans who caught a glimpse of her were. It wasn't everyday you say a creature from myth and legend soaring over your head...or every day that that creature <em>let</em> you see her. The looks on their faces made her shake her draconic head and suddenly, to their perception, she was just <em>gone</em>. She wasn't actually invisible, but she had shifted their perception so that their eyes simply slid away from her sinuous form as she turned North toward Los Angeles.<br><br>The humans had been much less moved by their first impression of her than their last. <br><br>When she had answered the door she had simply laughed before so much as asking who they were or why they were there. With their uniform height, build, average brown hair, well tailored (but not ridiculously expensive) and sensible suits, they looked like every bad stereotype of Secret Service or FBI government types ever written about or played on television. They were clearly unhappy about being on her doorstep as well. Apparently the locals at the small farming village down the mountain she lived near the top of, hadn't bothered to mention to the arrogant government agents that their ridiculous car would have to be left about 400 yards away from her cottage (she deliberately overgrew everything but a small cart path that she used for trading with the villagers) and their dress shoes wouldn't have made the slight hike on such uneven terrain any kind of fun.<br><br>Add the fact that she answered the door in a black silk robe that barely covered her ass (she thought they should consider themselves lucky she'd bothered with that much!) and you had a recipe for very annoyed government boys.<br><br>A fresh cup of coffee, made from freshly harvested coffee beans, and an hour conversation later and they were at least mollified by her agreement to give whatever aid she could to help beat back the hoards of evil threatening the very existence of the world! Again. <br><br>She couldn't help but wonder if humans would ever realize just how many times the enemy had been beaten back from the gates. <br><br>Pushing away her thoughts she soared higher, letting her consciousness fold away and simply enjoying the instinctive act of flight. She savored the feel of lean muscles moving her body through the air, the brush of wind over and around her scales. The trip was a long one, but easy enough for her to make in one shot. Flying through the night wasn't a problem for her and when she got hungry, she'd simply dive or dart and her powerful jaws would snap down on some unwary bird. If she had simply been traveling for pleasure she might have actually hunted more, gods knew she was flying over some gorgeous country as well as plenty of farmland. It would have been easy enough to swoop down and pluck up a cow whole...but eating one on the fly was another matter!<br><br>She didn't stop until she reached the building she had been given the address for and even then she circled it warily for a time. She saw two men and a woman enter the building and snorted softly at the sight. One she was certain was entirely human and the woman was a demoness or <em>she</em> wasn't a dragon! The other she would have to get closer to be certain about however there was the slightest hint of a scent, even at this height, that made her think of ichor more than blood and she wondered of the other man didn't have an immortal progenitor in his line somewhere. <br><br>Circling down there was a barely perceptible stirring through the currents around the building and it made her narrow her eyes. In her youth she would probably not have noticed it in the least, but one didn't live as long as she had (and she wasn't sharing how long that was) without learning to notice the details. She hadn't seen, or smelled, a fourth person enter the building, but she suspected someone had gone entirely past her senses anyway.<br><br>Just as her clawed feet would have touched the sidewalk, her entire body shimmered and, instead of a dragon, there was suddenly an imposing woman standing before the building. To anyone else on the street it would look as if she had simply appeared because she also let herself be seen once more. She heard a gasp from somewhere and from closer by heard a child asking it's Mother about the lady with the green hair. The child's voice made her smile, despite being weary from such a long flight, as she pushed open the doors to the DCE.<br><br>She didn't bother speaking to the receptionist, she simply gave her a look from swirling green eyes and nodded as the girl stammered out where she was meant to be. Perhaps she shouldn't have simply appeared before the doors as she had, but really, a person working in such a place should be made of sterner stuff!<br><br>Stepping off the elevator, she let the sound of voices guide her bare feet down the hallway and marveled at just how cold the flooring was when it was so very warm just outside the building. Reaching the room where the others were gathered she simply leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed loosely against her stomach while those darkling eyes gazed on those within. She knew what they would see when they looked at her; a mane of curls so dark as to be nearly black, but closer examination would reveal it to be a green of the deepest shade possible with natural black undertones and light shade of green streaking it throughout; a gaze that glittered in a shade only a few tones lighter than the curls, honeyed skin from time spent in the sun at her cottage, and a simple sheath sundress that managed to be a nearly perfect match for the hair and eyes and that, barely, fell to mid-calf on the lean length of legs that pushed her up to a staggering (for a woman) 6'2.<br><br>"So, this is the assembly the government thinks I should leave my cottage to join. What is it they are panicking over now? Demons run rampant? Hell on Earth? Evil incarnate come to claim their immortal souls and only the beasts themselves can save the world? One of these days, the human race is going to have to acknowledge how much it simply refuses to see, or the savages will being them to wrack and ruin.<br><br>I'm Delilah, and you all are?" she asked while also introducing herself and then fell silent, simply waiting for the others to speak. There was no air about her that she would become antsy if they chose not to either. She felt no need to fill the silence if they didn't choose to, and she had, long ago, learned the value of patience.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>03-12-2012, 06:11:15</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Oleg (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158203.msg7308086#msg7308086)<br><strong>Species:</strong> Demigod<br><strong>Location:</strong> Los Angeles, California, USA<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All Present<br><br>Oleg regarded Tiam for a moment, but was at a loss for words as to how to respond to no one coming for the other being, nor to the question of belief. The former had implications that Oleg did not fully grasp and possibly ramifications that lay beyond the young man's capacity to fathom. He regarded Tiam for a moment longer, the look of little lost lamb growing deeper until Enoch spoke up, and this drew Oleg's attention to the other being. In response to Enoch, Oleg merely nodded, dipping his head once slowly to affirm that he had heard the other being's words. He shifted in his seat to look over at the newest entrant into the room, and was somewhat less taken back by her appearance than he was over Enoch's, and compared to his reaction to Tiam, it was comparably sedate. Unlike Enoch and perhaps Tiam, he did not possess the capacity to immediately discern the inner nature of other supernatural beings, and indeed, it was only Shizuru's presence here in this context that made him conclude that she was either capable of wielding supernatural forces or was herself a being of supernatural nature. Just what it was that she was was something that he would not be privy to unless someone took it upon themselves to share with him that knowledge or he felt in some way compelled to find out for himself and was successful in whatever way he undertook to find that knowledge. <br><br>As Shizuru was silent, she did not hold his attention for much longer, particularly in the face of the entrance of Delilah. The way that Shizuru positioned herself away from the trio of - ostensible - males suggested that she was not interested in interacting with them, anyway. So Delilah was the focus of his attention. It was quite a sight to see her. There had never been a woman that Oleg had encountered that was quite so tall. His lack of worldliness precluded his appreciation that some of the woman's height was due to her choice of footwear. Her appearance did not evoke lust or desire within Oleg, nor did Shizuru's, but he could appreciate that others might find them to be beautiful and yearn after their bodies. Even if he were interested, he doubted very much that he would earn even a snort of derision at the quaintness of his clumsy interest.<br><br>"My name is Oleg." He said to Delilah. He answered quickly, almost as soon as she was done speaking, in fact. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 01:07:14</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Shizuru<br><strong>Species:</strong> Demon<br><strong>Location:</strong> DCE HQ<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>Shizuru slid her flask away and folded her arms behind her head, seeming to contemplate the simple question asked of her. She always did love to make people wait, even if only for a few seconds. It gave her more time to compose her thoughts, plus it was more irritating for the other person. As someone who generally didn't care much for other people, this was always a plus. A rather lovely looking dragoness in human form strode in before she could answer, however. She listened to a pair of introductions before finally submitting her own to the group, <strong>"Shizuru."</strong> Simple and to the point. Nothing more needed to be said unless she was asked or the situation warranted it. She was always more of a careful observer, not someone who spoke without thinking. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>04-12-2012, 21:58:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Tiam (Form 1) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158203.msg7308096#msg7308096)<br><strong>Species</strong>: Unknown (Assumed to be Demigod)<br><strong>Location</strong>: D.C.E. Headquarters<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Anyone present<br><br>He looked to the one known as Enoch, cocking his head slightly as he took him in more closely for the first time.&nbsp; If his physical desires were in need of being sated, he had concluded easily that the human was desirable in such a capacity.&nbsp; Of course with hell beginning to run rampant, he wasn't sure the man would be alive long enough to have a chance.<br><br>"Oh, nicknames...I do so love nicknames," he said a little too gleefully.&nbsp; "That will have to do.&nbsp; My name is old and tiresome.&nbsp; I even forget it at times until someone says it once more, and somehow...I know they're calling to me," he explained rather eerily.<br><br>Once more, they were interrupted by the entrance of another would-be hero to save the day.&nbsp; She appeared human, but he knew something was not quite right about her.&nbsp; Her appearance was rather Amazonian, he noted.&nbsp; Not many women could pull off that kind of height naturally, but she seemed to wield it with confidence as a weapon honed to strike.<br><br>"You'll forgive me, my dear, but I've forgotten my name.&nbsp; I am...complex, and that's really all there is to know," he responded before turning his gaze back to the demi-god and then the demon.&nbsp; "Oh, now we're all one big, happy family," he said with a light chuckle at the end.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 15:25:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://metrosource.com.s123317.gridserver.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Colb.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Enoch (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158203.msg7308107#msg7308107)<br><strong>Location:</strong> L.A. (<em>City of Angels my ass</em>)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Oleg, Tiam, and Delilah<br><br>Well wasn't this a hodgepodge of different eclectic sorts of people, two whom felt vast and powerful, though one old and the other not. One who most assuredly was from the pits of perdition itself, and another who smelt of ancient earth and fire and spoke with the indifference and haughtiness that only something outside the traditional mortal realm could muster. None save himself in this room were human, which left him as a mystery of his own amongst this absolute sea of mysteries. Why he could even feel positively awash in the enigma of it all, if he were one to care that was, as it was, he was absolutely amused. The personality differences alone were fantastic, add in the varying species and inclinations and you had a whole mess of confusion, good ole government with their ineffective means.<br><br><em>Yet, even the most different may find a sameness that proves greater in the end...</em><br><br>Feh, old magi wisdom, always popping in at odd moments. He really should have avoided delving into the more mystic of mystic arts, all it ever did was throw vague little quips out here and there. The least it could do is tell him something practical, like where to find some riches, another job or a hot guy. But no, he had to get the annoying little sage that liked to whisper unintelligible things to him whenever it fancied, figures.<br><br>"And a cynical Amazon to join our fray, what joy, come and join us, this is Eagle Scout, Brimstone, and that one over there I've dubbed Ex Boyfriend, because he's as charming as my ex, and probably just as cold," he said motioning towards Oleg, Shizuru and Tiam respectively, "and you can call me Enoch, just a human stuck in hole full of non-humans. I have such fun at these immortal gatherings."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 08:43:01</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Lawrence Crown<br><strong>Species:</strong> Demon, Scion<br><strong>Location:</strong> LA to Meeting<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> No one, yet.<br><br>"<strong>My mother was a Human, does that count?</strong>" asks the man who didn't so much walk as appear in the room next. He was dressed in a fine suit of black over red, handsome cut to his face- he smirks, like he's on the inside of some joke. It's his eyes that really give a hint that he's not completely human as they're a ruby red.<br><br>"<strong>And I have no idea if I'm Immortal. Only one way to test that really, and I'm not in any rush to do that.</strong>" he adds with a chuckle.<br><br>"<strong>Lawrence Crown, Freelance Stock Broker. And apparently the US Government has figured out the secret of my success. Ah well, truth be told it was kind of getting boring anyway.</strong>" he adds with a quip at the end as he looks around the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 00:01:36</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Delilah<br><strong>Species:</strong> Dragon<br><strong>Location:</strong> DCE Offices<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br><hr><br>Delilah listened as the others introduced themselves and gave each a slight nod as they did so. Enoch she let her gaze linger on for a moment, trying to decide what to think of being called an "Amazon". She had known a few such women in her time and wasn't sure how kindly they would take to her being described thus...though she wasn't going to correct the boy on his observation. She supposed her height and air of confidence might make many in this modern age use such a term to describe her, even if it wasn't how she'd describe herself.<br><br>"Not an amazon dear boy," she said at last, the barest edge of a smile lifting the corners of her lips. "Nothing quite so common as that. I believe the term many of your peoples would use for me, is Dragon."<br><br>Without moving from the doorway she looked into each face once more as if studying them, as if there would be something she would see on each of them that only she would see. There wasn't, but they didn't need to know that.<br><br>"And no one answered my other question. Does anyone know what precisely the government of America wants with us? There must be something specific and the agents they sent to me were none to comprehensive once they realized what I was. What new danger is it that makes them call upon creatures whose existence they would rather ignore?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 11:46:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://metrosource.com.s123317.gridserver.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Colb.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Enoch (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158203.msg7308107#msg7308107)<br><strong>Location:</strong> L.A. (<em>City of Angels my ass</em>)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Delilah<br><br>Snorting aloud, he responded back, "dear boy? I don't think you'll find me so dear after you get to know me for long enough. I don't think I'm all that dear, obnoxious, overbearing, boisterous, and a pain in the ass I'll accept but not dear."<br><br>He flicked the cigarette again, taking another swig from his drink, "as for being a dragon, you don't think that's a bit common, at least in the cliche sense? You're talking to someone who's seen demi-gods, fairies, demons and all manner of things, a dragon is not going to seem all that out of the ordinary for me. And unless you want to be called 'lizard gal' for the remainder of our associating, Amazon Girl will have to do for the sheer fact that you're tall as fuck."<br><br>Enjoying as ever to have conversation that went back and forth, he continued, "you don't really know anything about people do you? Governments for all time tell people what they want to tell them and nothing more. The long and short of it is that we're supposed to smash stuff they tell us to smash, kill things they want us to kill, and for those who aren't combative, they'll be doing...other things. Probably labeled 'Classified,' which is their way of telling you to fuck off and mind your own business....that comprehensive enough of a description for you Amazon Girl?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 04:53:12</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Delilah<br><strong>Species:</strong> Dragon<br><strong>Location:</strong> DCE Offices<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br><hr><br>Delilah listened as the human prattled on and the longer he talked, all she did was smile, her eyes glittering with amusement. Few bothered speaking to her in such a flip manner, especially once they knew she was a Dragon. Granted that told one little and those damned fire-breathers had become rather cliche in human minds but her point hadn't been about her rarity so much as that Amazon's were human women of a very specific type and nature and that she doubted they'd appreciate her being called one, anymore than she wished to be called one.<br><br>Of course it had been decades, or was it centuries now (one <em>did</em> lose track of time after awhile!) since there had actually been any <em>true</em> Amazons roaming the wilds, so she wasn't really surprised that the distinction was lost on the human.<br><br>As you have dubbed me Amazon Girl, I shall call you Dear Boy. Don't like it, then call me Delilah, that <em>is</em> after all why I chose the name. I'll change it again in another decade or two, but for now it suits me," she said with a small shrug when he finally finished his little tirade about names. <br><br>Before she could say anything else however, he was going on about governments and what he had to say simply made her roll her eyes, "<em>Dear Boy,</em> may be true enough of governments <em>now</em> but it was not always so. Rulers used to show respect for the powers those all of us wield and if they sought our aid they either were clever enough to use binding spells to get it, or wise enough to tell us what we wanted to know. If they wish me to <em>"Fuck off and mind my own business,"</em> as you put it, then they should have left me to the quiet and solitude of my mountains. I'm sure we all have places we would rather be than some dank little basement with barely edible food presented before us."<br><br>Ending her own little tirade she let her eyes flick away from the human, clearly dismissing him from her attention and let her gaze settle on the female demon in the room, her lips curving up into a slight smile, "What about you my dear? Were those sent to coerce you into arriving any more forthcoming with information? They clearly didn't try to bind you into service, did they bother showing any signs of respect? These modern humans really don't have any conception of just what they're doing do they?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 05:34:38</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Shizuru<br><strong>Species:</strong> Demon<br><strong>Location:</strong> DCE HQ<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br>Shizuru watched the human egg the dragoness on. It was something she considered to be a very poor idea. Dragons tended to be very large, very powerful, and very old, which made them very dangerous. Adding to that was the fact that dragon scales were tough as hell. It was usually not a good plan of action to make one your enemy. Especially so casually. Then again, he was human, and humans tended to be fairly arrogant and short sighted. It would've been amusing to watch him get crushed, but the dragoness turned her attention upon Shizuru herself. The demoness offered a slight shrug of her shoulders before leaning back in her chair. She let a few slow seconds tick by before finally answering, <strong>"They didn't show me much respect, no, but considering they're just humans and I made them hike deep into the forest to find me, it was to be expected." </strong><br><br>She took a moment to pause and light up a cigarette. Again, making people wait. Her whole demeanor was bored and apathetic, a contrast to the dark aura of death that surrounded her. After exhaling a little smoke, she finished her response, <strong>"The lackeys they sent only told me that the world was in danger and that I might actually fight someone (or something) worth a damn if I came along on this merry crusade. Since they were just ordered to come and fetch me, I doubt they knew much."</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 16:45:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://metrosource.com.s123317.gridserver.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Colb.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Enoch (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158203.msg7308107#msg7308107)<br><strong>Location:</strong> L.A. (<em>City of Angels my ass</em>)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Delilah and Shizuru<br><br>He shrugged, "call me what you will, doesn't really matter a whole lot to me. Honestly, if that's the worst I'm going to be refered too, I've already done better than the last three times I worked with people. Look at me, being all agreeable and shit."<br><br>Listening quietly to the Dragoness' own little tirade, he gave a thoughtful pause. Then, as if awakening from his thoughts gave a short chuckle, "those were the good ole days right? Nevermind the rapid abuse of power that all cultures leaders from different time periods showed, no, they were all noble and just." He gave a point with his cigarette holding hand, "as for the minding your own business, you miss the point, the finer point. You are to mind their business as far as they tell you, but not further. That is the point when they expect you to fuck off, welcome to the 21st century, where the governments have taken a few lessons from Hell I expect."<br><br>Eyes flashing on Shizuru for a moment, the normal playfulness that mixed with cockiness gone for a flicker of a moment, "oh, the government didn't show respect to the hell spawn of all things? Whatever is this world coming too?"<br><br>He didn't like governments, they were useful for whatever his needs, monetary or otherwise, were at the time, but hey, at least they paid him. Anything shit out of hell, or clawed out of it's orifices were however, even lower on the totem pole in his mind. Demons and their ilk may have wonderful pools of knowledge and information, but to go so far as to let them work with others, giving them any degree of trust? Idiotic to the maximum levels, especially since they were here to fucking send everything back to Hell, rather than work with some rotten chunk of it instead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 17:10:25</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Tiam (Form 1) (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158203.msg7308096#msg7308096)<br><strong>Species</strong>: Unknown (Assumed to be Demigod)<br><strong>Location</strong>: D.C.E. Headquarters<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Anyone present<br><br>Tiam had remained silent for a while, taking in the mannerisms and words each of his fellow companions?&nbsp; Associates?&nbsp; Whatever they were.&nbsp; He never really considered anyone friends.&nbsp; It was a concept quite foreign to him.&nbsp; He mused at the paradox at befriending the embodiment of distrust, deceit, and lies.&nbsp; He had to wonder how much of it was simply discounting people as just a means to get his kicks or how much of it was the people simply wanting nothing to do with him.&nbsp; He'd grown so accustomed to just coming and going as he pleased without concern for those around him.&nbsp; That's really how he liked it though.&nbsp; Being caught in the trappings of personal feelings regarding the consequences of his actions wasn't his style.<br><br>Finally, he spoke up after listening to the tense conversation.&nbsp; "Governments are little different than myself.&nbsp; They employ tactics of half-truths and empty promises to get what they want.&nbsp; Perhaps that is why I have a fondness for them," he said with his lips curling into a smile.&nbsp; He leaned back, crossing one leg over the other and slightly turning in his chair.&nbsp; "They never seem to fully grasp the art of it though.&nbsp; The web they weave becomes so great that it entraps them, and then those others who they try to keep close escape through the cracks while the monstrous entity weaving their web can do nothing but struggle to keep their underlings from exposing them.&nbsp; It's really like a bloated spider becoming too engorged on its victims to notice that it can no longer move," he suggested.<br><br>"Of course, I will be long gone by that point," he smirked and went quiet again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MzHyde</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 18:09:02</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Shizuru<br><strong>Species:</strong> Demon<br><strong>Location:</strong> DCE HQ<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Enoch<br><br>Shizuru turned her gaze upon the human, her generally blank expression momentarily flashing to anger. She recovered quickly and shifted in her seat, holding her gaze on him for a few long moments. It was slightly unsettling. <strong>"That's twice now you're judging someone that you don't even know, human. First the dragon, now me. It's a foolish habit to get into, I can assure you that. I haven't lived for three thousand years by mouthing off to everyone I come across. I have trained with Miyamoto Musashi. I gave that same training to Tomoe Gozen. I've fought under warlords no less than Nobunaga. I have been present at countless historical battles, mistaken for a goddess by superstitious peasants, and my picture is actually in Japanese history textbooks. So, yes. I think I am due a little respect."</strong><br><br>She leaned back in her seat again, idly reaching up to adjust her shades. At least if she made a sweeping generalization about humans she'd have three thousand years of experience to back it up. While it was true that most demons were underhanded, traitorous, mindless brutes, it was unwise to judge something one had no knowledge of. She was learning a bit about Enoch, though. He was cocky, quick to judge, and most certainly a dead man after her partnership with the DCE was over if he kept annoying her. Shizuru might've had confidence in herself and her abilities, enough to demand respect, but she wasn't arrogant about it. She simply knew what she was capable of. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 00:57:08</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Delilah<br><strong>Species:</strong> Dragon<br><strong>Location:</strong> DCE Offices<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br><hr><br>Sighing softly, Delilah rolled her gaze back to the human, her voice, when she spoke, so cold that even the air around her seemed to drop a few degrees, Did I once say they were noble and just? No. I said that in days longer ago then even your ancestors would remember, that human rulers respected those whose power they knew was greater than their own. They could throw armies or knights, mages betimes, at us of course, but if they wanted our aid they damned well took the time to show us the respect we were due.<br><br>And as I said, if <em>this</em> government wishes me to 'Fuck off', as you say, then I will be content to return to my mountains, protect my villagers, and watch the rest of the world burn...should it come to that."<br><br>Hearing the exchange between the human and the Demon, Delilah simply rolled her eyes. This human truly was arrogant and foolish. Not all demons were the same any more than all humans were the same. To think otherwise was to court disaster, but if he had so little respect for his own hide, that was his problem...not hers. She wouldn't be fool enough to taunt a creature so very much older than herself.<br><br>The other man, the one who had said he'd forgotten his name, was a bit of a conundrum. A deceiver to be sure, but just what variety of such was a mystery that might be amusing to try and puzzle out in her spare time. Giving him a slight smile and a nod, she glanced back at the Demon, chuckling as she realized that she and the Demon had something in common.<br><br>"My agents were none to happy with me either. I make them hike up a mountain that their vehicle couldn't get up on it's own. It's always a pleasure to encounter someone else who enjoys the solitude of wild places," she said, after having waited for the demon to lay her threats on the foolish human in the room. <br><br>Really, did no one teach their students respect for their elders, or simply for those who might have more power than themselves?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 01:26:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://metrosource.com.s123317.gridserver.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Colb.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Enoch (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158203.msg7308107#msg7308107)<br><strong>Location:</strong> L.A. (<em>City of Angels my ass</em>)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Delilah and Shizuru<br><br>He snorted, "I love, <em>love,</em> how absolutely condescending non-humans can be. Talking down to anything that isn't as old as them, because without age you could never have wisdom, knowledge, or even ability and power. Then they turn around and treat humans as if they were the arrogant ones, it is perhaps one of the funniest and yet not funniest things about them." He glanced towards Shizuru, his gaze no longer merely playful, "forgive me, next time I'll show you the respect one of your kind deserves so readily, I guess I'm letting my bias for all things fire and brimstone show a bit aren't I? Weird though, someone not really liking something coming from the pits of Hell, wonder why that would be."<br><br>Before he continued to lose his grip on his temper, he turned away from the demon. By now, he was far used to being talked down to, and being considered obnoxious and arrogant, he was over it. If the several thousand year old dragon wanted to think it, fine, but he wasn't going to deal with some uppity hell bitch doing it to, not now, not ever. He had never had a reason for trusting anything from that realm, and frankly, never would as far as he was concerned. At least if he was going to be underestimated and generalized, it was going to be from something he didn't loathe on principle alone.<br><br>Turning back to the dragon, his slight flare of temper cooling already, "I'm not however, saying that they'll tell you to fuck off, that's not how it works. You're how old? Come on, you should understand what it means to keep secrets, and I'm sure you had at least a few times in the past several centuries to manipulate and cajole, if only once to pass the time. That's how it works nowadays, they tell you only so much and then eventually we get the result that old Mysterio over here predicted, which really could be entertaining one day to see."<br><br>He really wasn't off to a good start with those that were supposed to be his future companions and compatriots. Not that he really cared, most weren't human and that always ended up with him being condescended too, underestimated, and disliked on initial judgement alone. Which was fine, the first two were always to his advantage, hell even when some found out that he was mage, they weren't impressed. Then again, if it came down to it, he didn't always leave them too much time to really change that impression, he didn't toy with his food so to speak, or leave his enemies time to really think. The last was inconsequential, he did not need nor desire their approval, so their opinion of him was null and void. He would not start a fight, he would not fight them, unless they attacked first, he would behave himself.<br><br>Plus, he actually found the dragoness, for all her haughty, stuck up ways, to at least be a decent and interesting individual.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 03:21:22</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Delilah<br><strong>Species:</strong> Dragon<br><strong>Location:</strong> DCE Offices<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> All<br><br><hr><br>Listening to Enoch, Delilah simple ended up chuckling to herself. He was young, with all of youths brashness and it amused her greatly! Reaching up she pulled the long tendrils of her dark mane up and twirled them into a smooth twist while he went on before jabbing two jade hairsticks, that she seemed to draw out of nowhere, into the thick mass of hair. If one looked closely enough, that would see that the tips of those sticks were dangerously pointed despite the careless way she jabbed them through her hair.<br><br>When he finally paused in his speech, Delilah looked at him, lips curved into an amused smile but her eyes more serious above them, "It's not your species my boy, but your youth. As for being condescending, I'll admit that I can be. Though I don't think I was any more so than you when you deemed me to either be, "Amazon girl" or "Lizard Girl". Certainly youth can have knowledge and wisdom, you're correct on that and I didn't intend to give the impression that I supposed you didn't. All I know of you is that you're human and that means you're most likely a Mage, and to be here you're no doubt powerful and skilled at what you do.<br><br>In my experience, it is rare for youth and power to make comforting bedfellows. This isn't always true of course, but it has proven so often enough for me to try and set those marrying such qualities off their guard. It was a conclusion I should know better than to simply jump to."<br><br>She thought about pointing out his own condescending attitude, particularly toward the Demoness, but instead chose to leave her words where she'd ended them. It was the closest he would get to an apology from her and dealt with his attitude toward <em>her</em>. He and Shizuru would have to come to their own common ground in their own way and time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Braioch</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 03:32:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://metrosource.com.s123317.gridserver.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Colb.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Enoch (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=158203.msg7308107#msg7308107)<br><strong>Location:</strong> L.A. (<em>City of Angels my ass</em>)<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Delilah and Shizuru<br><br>He laughed good naturedly at that, "well, I'll give you that much. Though I wasn't so much calling you out, so much as I was just addressing in general. Though you shouldn't assume human means Mage, though in this case it's a safe assumption. I'm not going to stroke my own ego in terms of my skill, if only because you just did it for me." His eyes glittered with the mirth he was feeling, "however I would imagine they didn't pick me up for being a frontline fighter if I was some hedge magician after all."<br><br>Breaking off to thoughts of sawing people in half and pulling rabbits out of hats, the first of which he had done, though they didn't get put back together. He was assessing instead, the people around him. Mysterio over there was an intrigue, coming off as an enigma, but one who was into his little mysteries and from him, Enoch gained that it was in fact true, not all mysteries were ones you wanted to investigate. He would reserve judgement on him until more was shown. Hell bitch was as arrogant and condescending as he had ever come to expect from Hell filth, while true she may not be out to destroy or take over the world, he had yet to meet something from hell that wasn't up to no good. Amazon girl however was increasingly growing on him, despite the condescending nature he expected from old beings, she was at least interesting, and he had a fondness for old things of the elements like dragons and he wondered what her element was, though even he wasn't so crass as to ask.<br><br>"No, youth and power usually make a lot of angry, co-dependent sex most of the time. Luckily I manage to blow that runoff by cracking skulls of things that rather do deserve it, or I'm paid to crack, then again, they're never mutually exclusive, so there's that." Grinning at her, "though I'm sure you have the years to back up watching young idiots given power have it all blow up in their faces. I'm also sure that it was pretty amusing too."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Department of Creature Extermination (DCE): Assignments Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pixilicious</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 10:11:41</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font">Assignment #2:&nbsp; In the desert of Africa, there had been a plane crash about four months ago.&nbsp; Everything was decimated in the crash, ashes being found on around, and about three miles around the perimeter.&nbsp; Agents have been tracking the following demon (see below) as the cause of it.&nbsp; We know only three things so far:&nbsp; 1.) His skin is poison.&nbsp; &nbsp; 2.)He uses fire as his main weapon.&nbsp; &nbsp; 3.)The only way to effectively kill him, is by beheading.<br><br><br>Your assignment is to travel to Africa, track and take down this threat.&nbsp; You may choose how you are informed of this assignment, whether it be hand-delivered, or sent to you via a package on the door to your rooms.&nbsp; You will be staying in the agency, rooms will be up to you, how you want to situate yourselves.</span></span><br><br><div align="center">(http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/11400000/Devil-May-Cry-4-Demons-devil-may-cry-4-11415773-1000-1100.jpg)</div>
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