who's up for a Big O RPG!!!!!!!

(sitting near a manhole in teh darkness... with his mask broken in two and his misshapen mouth slightly bleeding)

Guaidian 1....hmm....the black megadues...it must be that roger smith....he is the one who piolets it....hmm... then the nightengale! It must be that android!!!

::stands up::

well...lets hope she is home....i ... i need to get to her before meggito does...... I...i have to know the truth....the truth of what is going to happen....

::slowly climbs manhloe...but when he reaches the top people begin to scream::
my mask....
damn fools....

cop: Its...ITS A MONSTER!!!! *fires gun shots at the strangeman* DIE!!!

Strangeman:::with a small smirk:...haha.. scared of the unknown are?

Cop: WHY WONT YOU DIE!!!

Strangeman: i already am dead!::grabs the cops head with a chest full of bullets and begins to squez it::

Cop: gah...GAHHHH

Strangeman: ill let go if you tell me where roger smith is...

Cop: ro-roger smith ....(says address)

Strangeman::lets go::...thank you ::begins to run to the address with hate in his soul for what the people have become:: I must find nightengale....if big omega rises... there is no hope for these .... heartless people....none....


Meanwhile in a dark alley...schwarzwald has just woken up and a stranger puts out her hand to him

Girl: um...sir...do you need any help?
Schwarzwald(slowly and painfully getting up): uhg...i....who are you...
Girl:my name is fina...
Schwarzwald:.....you....you help me....why....you...one of few who cares in this city..
Fina: hmm? why do you say that?
Schwarzwald:......

Hello everybody, I'm back from the reherse-a-thon (aka Hell on Earth). I'm not gonna go into the details of just how horrible it was but just as an example...we marched when it was so hot that a butterfly landed on the asphalt and it spontaneously combusted. But I'm back here now! Yay!
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He felt a tear fall onto his face. “Isaac…don’t die…you can’t,” Angel sobbed. Isaac felt more tears fall onto his face. “Come on, you’re an android, you’ve got to be tougher than this…” Isaac remained silent. He could feel his systems failing. It wouldn’t be much longer…

SYSTEM FAILURE

The words scrolled across his vision. “Goodbye…” Isaac fell down, completely inoperable. “Damn you! I didn’t tell you that you could die!” Angel cried as she hit the android as hard as she could. “Stupid android…” Angel muttered, “Why did you have to die?”

Unbeknownst to Angel a miracle was taking place. Within Isaac’s shattered body his metal frame repaired itself, circuitry regenerated on its own, and servos and wires reattached themselves. Even his synthetic skin regenerated. The hole in his chest closed. Isaac’s systems reactivated.

SYSTEM ONLINE

“What? I’m…still functional?” Isaac observed. Angel gasped, “How…how are you still alive?” “I am wondering that myself,” Isaac answered. He picked up his torn-off right arm and placed it onto the shoulder from where it had been removed. Within a second the arm had instantly rejoined the rest of his body. “It seems as though something has caused my systems to be repaired near instantaneously. I believe that it has something to do with you, Angel.”

Meanwhile

The man walked through Paradigm city’s tunnels. He had finished praying to the Angel of Judgment, and now it was time. Time to complete Meggido’s will. His features began to melt away, turning him into the all-too familiar Meggido (Human, not angel). He had no further need for his human form now. Now he was the tool of God, the weapon of an Angel. He would purify this world and use Big Omega to do such.

Meanwhile

Alex Rosewater stared at the monitor, watching three old men in it. “From your description I had expected that the Spawn of Destruction would have been able to handle a mere android and woman,” Rosewater said to the old scientists. “Well, we calculated the strength of the android and there could not have been anyway that it could manage to destroy the creature,” one of the men perked up. “Nevertheless, I had expected that you would not make any mistakes in your observations,” Rosewater countered. The scientists cowered, “But we took absolutely everything into account, there should have been no way that the android could have won.” “Well it seems as though your observations were wrong.” The scientists cringed, almost expecting bolts of lighting to fly from Rosewater’s eyes and go through the monitor to fry them. “Forget this,” Rosewater dismissed, “Tell me, will it change for him?” “HAH! Big Omega change for Meggido? Ridiculous!” a scientist laughed, “He hopes to use it to purify the world, it will not change for that. Besides, he does not have a Nightengale!” “So there is more than one…” Rosewater said thoughtfully. “Of course, there are more Nightengales! There have to be more since there are two to be changed after all!” Rosewater rubbed his chin, smiling. “What about the Guardians?” “They are gathering, but by the time that Big Zeta is complete it will all have been too late!” Rosewater smiled.

“Alan Gabriel!” Rosewater called. Out of the shadows stepped the cyborg, “You called?” “Yes,” Rosewater said, “I want you to take care of our friend, the ‘immortal’.” “Your wish is my command.” Gabriel disappeared while Rosewater began to laugh.

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He felt a tear fall onto his face. “Isaac…don’t die…you can’t,” Angel sobbed. Isaac felt more tears fall onto his face. “Come on, you’re an android, you’ve got to be tougher than this…” Isaac remained silent. He could feel his systems failing. It wouldn’t be much longer… SYSTEM FAILURE The words scrolled across his vision. “Goodbye…” Isaac fell down, completely inoperable. “Damn you! I didn’t tell you that you could die!” Angel cried as she hit the android as hard as she could. “Stupid android…” Angel muttered, “Why did you have to die?” Unbeknownst to Angel a miracle was taking place. Within Isaac’s shattered body his metal frame repaired itself, circuitry regenerated on its own, and servos and wires reattached themselves. Even his synthetic skin regenerated. The hole in his chest closed. Isaac’s systems reactivated. SYSTEM ONLINE “What? I’m…still functional?” Isaac observed. Angel gasped, “How…how are you still alive?” “I am wondering that myself,” Isaac answered. He picked up his torn-off right arm and placed it onto the shoulder from where it had been removed. Within a second the arm had instantly rejoined the rest of his body. “It seems as though something has caused my systems to be repaired near instantaneously. I believe that it has something to do with you, Angel.”

Angel could hardly believe herself. Was she crying over an android? She shook her head in disbelief and looked down at the fully repaired Isaac in awe. First, her tears began to destroy him. Burning his human-like flesh raw. Now, they healed him. She felt herself begin to smirk and his androidish face screwed up in confusion.

"What?" he muttered in confusion as he sat up. Something wasn't right with the way he felt.

"Well," She grinned, her tear stained cheeks now glowing with a rising crimson, "I am an Angel,"

She turned and looked up at the sky, that had darkened considerably since she had last taken a good look at it. Had she just said concieted comment to make someone laugh? She wasn't one to try and make someone laugh.

He chuckled.

Did he just laugh? He laughed. She wiped her eyes of the running make up and wiped her hands on her pink skirt, the black smudges of mascara making a smudge on the pink fabric.

She smiled.

Laughter. He had just laughed. How could he have laughed? Isaac knew that he was not designed to be able to find humor in subjects. So how was it? What was it about this woman? She had burned him before, now she had saved him. She could not be an ordinary human.

“Yes, I suppose you are an angel,” Isaac said thoughtfully. Angel smiled slightly, there was definitely something different about Isaac now. Adopting a more serious tone, Angel asked, “Do you know what that thing that attacked us was?” “I’m sorry but I don’t,” Isaac answered almost regretfully, “But reviewing the combat data…I can see that it was a bio-mechanical organism.” “Bio-mechanical organism, is that what you turned Dorothy into?” Angel asked. “No,” Isaac explained, “Dorothy is a cyborg, part machine and part human. That creature was a machine that perfectly mimicked a real biological creature.”

Angel looked at the corpse of the monster, it certainly didn’t look like a machine. “So, that was a machine…then who made it?” she asked. “That is another piece of information that I don’t know,” Isaac stated. “But its mechanical make-up seems to be similar to the Big Omega.” Angel looked at Isaac questioningly, “Big Omega, is that the white Megadeus that has been wreaking havoc recently?” “Yes,” Isaac answered, not even noticing his uncharacteristic act of sharing information. He closed his eyes and began to rub his chin, obviously thinking.

“What was he thinking about?” Angel wondered, “Could it have something to do with his questioning of me earlier?” Angel began to fall into her own deep thoughts. Suddenly she felt herself being picked up. “Huh?” It was Isaac. “What are you doing?” she asked. “We don’t have much time,” he answered, “I can’t let them get you.” “What? Get me? Who are you talking about?” But Isaac didn’t respond. He ran off leaping from building to building, carrying Angel the whole time.

Meanwhile

Alex Rosewater stared at the screen in disbelief. “This could be problematic. If the android has realized it already, and she has managed to use it…” Rosewater slammed his fist on the desk. “If they manage to unlock the powers of the Nightingales now…” Rosewater picked up the phone that was on his desk. With the quick punching of a few buttons the line began to ring, almost immediately it was picked up. “Captain Bernard of the military police,” a gruff voice answered on the other end. “Hello, captain,” said Rosewater. “Oh! Mr. Rosewater!” came the captain’s voice, this time much more polite, “What is it that I can do for you?” “I need some garbage taken care of.” “And what sort of garbage would that be?” the captain asked eagerly. “A man with white hair and a blonde woman. They are in the south-eastern area outside of the domes,” Rosewater said plainly. “Yes Sir!” yelled the captain, “I’ll dispatch a unit right away!” “Send all available units,” said Rosewater, “I want this garbage disposed of as soon as possible.”

Angel wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes in pure
terror. Heights wasn't a big problem, but she figured height, plus speed, plus a mechanical man carrying her from building to building, feeling as if she were about to fly out of his arms.

She was finding comfort in him. With all the drama going on, all she could focus on was him; how she saved him, and everything.

She buried her face in the collar of his shirt, holding back the screams that were entrapped in her throat. She squeezed her eyes closed and wrapped her arms around him

And then it stopped. She growled in her throat and brought her head to look up at Isaac, who was scanning the perimeter.

She cleared her throat anxiously, "Who's ... who's them?" she said, her voice shakey from the adrenaline in her heart pumping.

He remained quiet and she put her head on his shoulder in impatience. What was this?

She was holding onto him very tightly. Isaac could tell that Angel was afraid. She had good reason to be, her life was hanging in his ability to get them away from anything that could have a connection to Paradigm.

Isaac didn’t know all of the details, but Paradigm had to be doing something that involved Big Omega. That creature must have somehow been created during the process of resurrecting Big Omega, and then some one had sent it to kill Angel and him. Nightingale. The word scrolled through his mind. He didn’t know what exactly Nightingale was or its purpose, but he did know that it was extremely important that none of the ‘Nightingales’ fell into the hands of Meggido or Paradigm.

Pow! Pow! Pow! Gunshots! Angel shuddered, pulling herself closer, “What’s going on!?” “Shhh” Isaac silenced. More gunshots rang out. “Dammit! What’s going on!?” Isaac began to run, gunshots began to ring out throughout the streets as the Military Police attempted to shoot Isaac and Angel.

Isaac was moving fast, very fast. By the time that the Military Police managed shoot at him he was on another building. Angel clung onto Isaac as hard as she could. He continued to leap from building, fleeing from the Military Police. Angel forced her eyes shut.

Isaac landed on the next building. He raised his foot and stomped down on the roof, breaking it out from under them. Angel shrieked as they smashed through the roof and five floors before smashing into the ground floor. She was on the verge of hyperventilating. Isaac set Angel down on the floor and then punched through the back wall. “Let’s go.”

Angel and Isaac peeked out from under the storm drain. They had been hiding under here for three minutes so far. While the Military Police had surrounded and assaulted the building that Isaac had smashed through he and Angel had snuck out and managed to slide themselves under the drain. Now they just had to wait until the MPs decided to search for them elsewhere.

“We’re going to be stuck in here awhile,” said Isaac bluntly. “No kidding,” Angel groaned, somewhat irritably. Isaac looked at her, “I don’t appreciate your sarcasm,” he said. “I’m sorry,” Angel apologized, “But I want to know just what the hell is going on.” Isaac thought for a few seconds, “Alright, I guess that I do owe you an explanation. They sat down across from each other.

If anything this confirms what I believed. Paradigm obviously has some kind of involvement with Big Omega. Big Omega was created with a special idea in mind, but I do not have any knowledge as to what that is. I do know, however, that to unlock whatever it is that is hidden within them the Nightingales are needed. I do not know who the Nightingales are either. You, Angel, are one of those Nightingales. I don’t know why they are trying to kill you…

“So, I’m one of these Nightingale things…” Angel wondered aloud. “Yes,” Isaac answered. Angel thought for a few moments, “How do you know that I’m one of them?” “You harmed me and saved me, you must be one of the Nightingales.” Angel was silent. “So, when we can get out of here, where do we go?” she asked. “I need to go to Dr. Jefferson’s lab to extract some information. I need to gather all of the information that I can.” Angel nodded.

Still running through the streets... The Strange Man begins to think... why should he go though with this.. The people are the same as before... ignorent... mankind restores eventually... and they just end up getting destroyed every time... thier ignorence decides the out come... thats what gods feed on... emotions... The One God... he created the guardians to peotect mankind... he feeds of happiness and cuorage. Fools... The guardians protect the ones with such emotions... ones who are kind to others... not ignorent fools...

::stops in front of roger's mansion door::
Strangeman: hmmm..... The warriors of god... The 3 (fau, duo, O)... They arent gods servents... the guardians... why not let mankind die from those monsters... those... street sweepers... taking outall existance of such events and manding the peoples memories to thier liking... Those monsters were created in hell... controled by god... why... Fathers heaven, Mothers earth, comrades... why should i try to stop him... damn you god... well... lets just see who the nightengale was atleast... if she has anything important...

::realizing the door is locked by turning the nob... he kicks down the door.. runs in and grabs noman by the neck::

Norman: MY GOD..YOUR FACE!!!
::stranghthens his grip::
Strangeman: WHERE IS THE ANDROID YOU CALL DOROTHY!

Angel still couldn't grasp the fact that she was a Nightengale.

"Wait!" She said, the panic still in her chest from the escape just seconds earlier, "Does that mean I'm an android? ... because, if -- if ... for the record -- I'm not,"

She was stuttering. She hated stutters. As if she needed to be reminded of her childhood. How kids teased her for her stutter. But who cared in all actuallity? No one. She just had to keep that in mine.

She was about to go into a relapse. She could tell. She buried her face in her lap, wrapping her arms around her legs, and began to sob quietly into the fabric of her skirt. She was filthy. Her snarled and frizzed, her skirt dirty, and her coat ripped, she no longer was wearing the pearls from her father. She assumed it was loss in the attack from Isaac, but she was too scared to be angry. She was ... too ... shocked to be angry at him ever again.

She wanted to make humour again. Not only did it make her feel better, but his laugh made her feel better.

"When Angels die ... I wonder if they go to ... this .. Heaven, some speak of," She said, trying to make light of the situation, but the look from Isaac she got frightened her.

"Be quiet," He hissed angrily,"You won't die ... I -- I won't let you die,"

She looked at him in shock, as she wiped her eyes.

i guess i should get something more in and mabey liven it up agian...
and i hope big omega you have seen the flash movie i recomended
ok...

::Inthe dark alley with schwarzwald and fina::
Schwarzwald: fi-fina..can you tell me where i am?
Fina: your in paradigm city of course...
Schwarzwald: what...what am i doing here?
Fina: hmm?
Schwarzwald: i...i cant seem to remember... do....do you...know my ....name?
Fina(suddenly looking concerned): You cant remember?
Schwarzwald: nothing...nothing but these...these horrible people..
Fina: dont say that... please come with me to my home.
Schwarzwald: home...

Meanwhile with norman being strangled by the strangeman.
Norman: w-we dont have any android named dorothy.

Strangeman: what?!?! then who is that girl that always follows smith around... and can jump from building...and weighs almost a ton!!!
::tightneing the grip more::
Norman: gah!...ah...she...she is out...
::slaming open the door::
Roger:What is going on here?!? What who is this man norman! GAH and what is with his face!
Strangeman(throws norman to the side): I NEED TO SEE YOUR DOROTHY!
Roger: YOU HAVE NO BUSSNESS BARDGING INTO MY HOME!
Strangeman: JUST LET ME SPEAK WITH HER THERE IS NO TIME!
Roger: (suddenly calm) time? for what exactly.
Strangeman: that is none of your concern paradigm dog.
Roger: what did you call me?
Strangeman: hm?
Roger: nevermind.
( 5 seconds of silence)
how can i trust you?
Strangeman: meggito getting ready as we speak! I must see her!
Roger:hmm....

Isaac couldn’t comprehend what was happening to him. This woman, Angel, there was something special about her. He didn’t understand what it was about this woman, but he had strange feelings within himself. He wouldn’t let anyone harm her, but not because she was a nightingale, it was something else, something special…

“Hurry!” Isaac hissed, pressing himself up against the wall that the drain entrance was on. Angel nodded and did the same. And not a moment too soon, a bright flashlight beam shone through the drain and onto another wall. “Nope! They aren’t down here!” a Military Policeman yelled.

Angel looked at Isaac and smiled a little. Isaac returned the smile. Just as they were about to relax another flashlight beam shone down. “You gotta know to look around, stupid!” yelled an obviously higher-ranking Military Policeman. The beam swept around the small room, but it couldn’t reach Isaac and Angel since they were pressed up against the wall.

“DAMMIT!” shouted the higher-ranking man, “They must have gotten away while we were searching this area! All units move out!” There were sounds of men running and cars being started and driving away. Isaac and Angel both let out sighs of relief. “We can get out of here in a few minutes,” Isaac said, “until then you should rest.” Angel nodded and sat down on the ground, she couldn’t wait to get to a nice bed and be able to fall asleep.

Meanwhile

Roger stared at this strange man. His face…he had no face. It was just a smooth white surface, only broken by a large red line, presumably his mouth. He was after Dorothy. Roger didn’t like that. He didn’t trust this man, there was something about him…it reminded him of Schwartzwald. Dorothy…why the hell did he want Dorothy?

The faceless man was getting angry and restless. “I guess I’ll have to play this game for now…” Roger thought. “Alright,” Roger said, “I can take you to her, but she’s in a public place so I must insist that you wear something over you face.” The man seemed to glare at Roger, but since he had no eyes it was impossible to tell. The faceless man grabbed one of Roger’s coats off of the coat rack and proceeded to shred it and then wrap those shreds around his face. Roger was perturbed, “Can you see through that?” “Yes.”

The man sat in the back of the Griffon as they drove towards the shopping district of town. Roger had driven Dorothy there earlier because she had wanted to find a gift for Isaac and himself there. So naturally, he had to leave afterwards. Dorothy did want the gift to be a surprise. Roger sighed, he hopped that Dorothy was alright…

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Isaac couldn’t comprehend what was happening to him. This woman, Angel, there was something special about her. He didn’t understand what it was about this woman, but he had strange feelings within himself. He wouldn’t let anyone harm her, but not because she was a nightingale, it was something else, something special… “Hurry!” Isaac hissed, pressing himself up against the wall that the drain entrance was on. Angel nodded and did the same. And not a moment too soon, a bright flashlight beam shone through the drain and onto another wall. “Nope! They aren’t down here!” a Military Policeman yelled. Angel looked at Isaac and smiled a little. Isaac returned the smile. Just as they were about to relax another flashlight beam shone down. “You gotta know to look around, stupid!” yelled an obviously higher-ranking Military Policeman. The beam swept around the small room, but it couldn’t reach Isaac and Angel since they were pressed up against the wall. “DAMMIT!” shouted the higher-ranking man, “They must have gotten away while we were searching this area! All units move out!” There were sounds of men running and cars being started and driving away. Isaac and Angel both let out sighs of relief. “We can get out of here in a few minutes,” Isaac said, “until then you should rest.” Angel nodded and sat down on the ground, she couldn’t wait to get to a nice bed and be able to fall asleep.

She slid her back against the wall, and closed her eyes, still breathing heavily, her chest rising up and down with the tempo. Oh hell, was she kidding herself, she couldn't get any rest, even physically when Paradigm was trying to get her.

She watched Isaac with interest. Things had gone from good, to bad, to worse, to ... better. His intent had been to kill her. She turned the tables so fast it sent his gadgets and her mind in a fury. And then, she saved him. And, he returned the favor, by now just saving her.

It was all very confusing, what she was feeling. If it was positive or negative, she really didn't give a damn. She just, in all honesty, wanted to know what it was she WAS feeling.

... and then it hit her. Faster then a punch, or slap, or physical attempt to hurt her from Dorothy or Isaac. Or anyone.

No one could ever love a damn android.

She had said it. Aloud. To herself, to Roger, to Isaac, to Dorothy. Angel's feelings were trapped again in her throat. What had she said? Not only did she feel horrible for saying it to Dorothy.

When it was a lie.




And it made Angel hypocritical

::after a long walk outside the domes... they come to a small gas station.::

Fina: Welcome home! Here I'll make you some tea.
Schwarzwald: What happened here. Why does every thing look to horrible. Why do YOU live here?
Fina(getting out a kettle): Well my grandfather lives here... thats why I'm here.
Schwarzwald: but why does everything look so dark?
Fina:...::sigh::....well....do....do you really want to know?
Schwarzwald: yes of cor-
::being inturupted by an old man walking in from the basement::
Oldman: (singing in german)
Der Junge, der alles wissen mochte
Der gunge, der nichts wei-- a customer?
Fina: well... he wants to know what happened grandfather.
Schwarzwald: I... I think I have heard that song before.
Fina: he... he has lost his memories.
Grandfather: well that has happned to all of us.
Schwarzwald: hmm?
Grandfather: 40 years ago we all lost our memories... thats all you really need to know.
Schwarzwald: The boy wants to know everything...
The boy knows nothing at all. Thats what the story means.
Grandfather: ahh so you DO have some memories locked up in there... well i guess your a foringer than. Come down to my basement. We can share some wine and I can show you what I have found over my old life.
Fina(looking (cheerfull agian): Ok! But dont drink wine. I have already started the tea.
Grandfather: haha of course!
:: they walk down to the basement... it is quite bigger than the house and there were so many old unknow electronics and devices.
Hey ... what should we call you boy?
SChwarzwald:.... I... I dont know...
Grandfather: well than... names arn't all that important between 3 people. Ok well... think you could translate the song for me?
Schwarzwald:...mabey....
::the grandfather plays the song and schwarzwald hears these words in his head and says them out loud::

The boy wants to know everything
The boy knows nothing at all.

When you are big you will understand,
says mother

But he wants to know everything now.

Deep in the black forest, grandfather knows everything

To find grandfather, deep in the black forest....

But the boy cannot find grandfather.

Ever farther, every farther he looks.
Grandfather: haha... quite a nice song... hahaha... could even relate to us... to MANY people in that city.
SChwarzwald: call...call me schwarzwald.
grandfather: hmm?
Schwarzwald: it...it sounds ... like something I should... but I dont know... it just feels right.
Grandfather: haha... it looks like your slowly getting your memories back...
Fina(calling from upstairs): tea is ready!

Meanwhile in the griffon

Strangeman: Where has she gone? You let someone like out alone?!
Roger: What aer you talking about!
Strangeman: people kill androids like her.
Roger: ....right android... but still there hasn't been one in ages... its been about 10 years.
Strangeman: Whatever you want to beleive. You can risk her... if you wish.
Roger: uhg... i hate people like you.
Strangeman: im not here to make friends... I'm here to find her.
Roger: But why. Must you keep it a secret?
Strangeman:.....we will need a place were your dorothy and me can talk alone.
Roger: fine... mabey curved alleyway...wait...MY dorothy?
Strangeman: thats what you call her dorothy!
Roger: GAH... your really getting on my nerves... its not like I pay here to do house keeping...she does it on her own choice... she makes her own now.
Strangeman:.....really....
Roger: have you ever met a man... with bandages all around his face anmed schwarzwald... or mabey someone named michael seebach?
Strangeman: just earlier today...
Roger: it figures...ok we are here. be sure to keep those bandages on.

((( Im back. I had to sped three days ofline due to something or other under the house, but Dorothy is back. I'll post here and reply to everyone's PM's. Thanks for not replacing me. I feel sooooooo special! ^_~ )))



:: Dorothy continued on the sidewalk. She spotted a bench near the crosswalk. She set down her two bags of shopping and sat down. She wondered what time it was. Roger said he'd meet her at the bus stop across the street around dinner time. It couldn't be to far off from dinner time. Isaac had run oof with the 'Angel' woman, but he had to come back some time, and she could always go to him with his gift. ::

:: She took a peak in one of the bags. The gift she had for Roger was in a box, wrapped in yellow paper with a black bow. She grinned to herself. He would love it. ::

:: But where the hell was he?!?!?!?!?! ::

:: Oh crap. She heard sirens in the distance. And, remembering that she was a wanted woman, she dropped the shopping on her lap and bowed her head. They didn't seem to see her. Well, they might of, because they pulled into the spot where Roger was supposed to be picking her up, got out of the car, and started talking to one another. Perhaps one of the shopkeepers had reported her? ::



((( I'll be online daily. I usually am. I'm gonna reply to PM's and run errands with my father. I hope to see a post when I get back. )))

ok yes...post...ehm lets see here...

Roger: hmm what are the mp doing here? Hu.. is dorothy in trouble?
Strangeman: I wouldn't be surprised if someon besides meggito is he after her.
(both slowly get out of the car and walk up to the mp)
Roger: whats going on here?
Policemen1:well there have been some disturbances about a strange man going around causing havoc. Excue me sir... who is your friend.
Strangeman(lieing): my name is Koniv...koniv gray.
Police2: Why the bandages?
Strangeman: Im blind... I was stabbed a few days ago.
Police1: well...hmm... ok but we need all the info we can get... tell us if you know anything...
Roger: we will...
Police3: come on hurry up guys... we need to scout the next area!
Police 1: roger that.
(the mp get into the car and drive off)

Dorothy: what took you, roger?
Roger: There were somethings i needed to take care of. This man wants to speak with you.
Strangeman: (walking up to her) come... we must speak alone...
Roger: I think i should supervise.
Strangeman: hu...fine... if you must... damed dog.
ROger: How long have you know schwarzwald?

meanwhile... drinking tea at a small heavily scratched table.

Fina: so have you found out anything?
Schwarzwald: I'm... I'm not sure... but i great thank you for your help.
Grandfather: (thinking about the song) mabey you caould translate some other things for me... mabey you might find something?
Schwarzwald: sure... we can try.
Grandfather: goes down and gets a small silver box looking thing. it has an insciption on it.
Schwarzwald(suddenly an image of his office and a certain scroll flashes in his head): uhg....ow...headache... hmm... I...I think...I think it means... "gods fire, gods ash, god burns and cerats new"...yes....yes thats what it says....uhg...i think...i just had a flash of my past...i...i had an office...i had a certain decoded scroll of an ancient time...or proficy or something...
(grandfather flips open the top and it turns out to be a lighter and lights a sigaret)
AGH!! ::painfully graps head and falls to floor shaking::

Alan Gabriel chuckled. He could see everything going on right now, right through the scope of his brand-new sniper rifle. It was created just recently, out of the memories of an old weapons expert. Alan smiled, memories certainly were useful…with this gun he could shoot off the sunglasses that the Negotiator always wore. But that wasn’t his goal. Alan shifted the gun ever so slightly, now targeting the strange man. “Good night, ‘immortal.’”

Roger, Dorothy, and the faceless walked up to the Griffon. Roger politely took Dorothy’s shopping bags and stowed them in the back. During this he got an odd feeling that the man was glaring at him. “Hurry up,” he said gruffly. Roger chose to ignore him for now, this guy reminded him too much of Schwartzwald. The strange man tapped his foot on the concrete several times, “Must you go so slow?” “Be patient will you? Try not to act so suspicious,” Roger reprimanded. The man was about to respond but then…

Alan pulled the trigger. POW! He smiled, right through the head. The man felt the bullet and stared straight at him. Alan chuckled a little and pulled the trigger five more times in rapid succession. The man reeled back from the force of every shot. “So sorry, but now it’s time to end this little game,” Alan laughed as he slid another bullet into his rifle. “Not even immortals live forever…”

The last shot was fired, another directly through the head. The man reeled backwards. What was this he was feeling? Pain? But it couldn’t be! He was an immortal! But it felt like he was dieing. “ARGH!” he screamed as he collapsed to the ground.

Roger and Dorothy looked on in shock. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, that strange man had started stumbling back, like he was being shot. And now he had just collapsed. “Dammit, this isn’t good,” Roger muttered. This was going to become a very big scene very fast, they had to get out of here now. “Dorothy can you-” “Can I what, Roger?” she asked as she threw the man into the backseat. “Never mind, hurry let’s get out of here!” People were beginning to notice the situation and were taking interest in it. Roger slammed the driver’s door of the Griffon shut and gunned the gas. “So, Dorothy, what’d you buy me?” he asked. “I’m not telling,” she said sternly. “Don’t you want it to be a surprise?” Roger chuckled despite what had just happened.

“Darn…” muttered Alan Gabriel as Roger sped away in his car. He had been counting on the Negotiator not being able to respond quickly enough, then he could have gotten his rifle reloaded properly and taken him and the now non-immortal out. Oh well, no matter, he had taken care of the primary objective. Alan sighed and held up his mechanical hand. Folding the thumb down he revealed a small transmitter. “Mr. Rosewater, it’s Alan Gabriel. I have taken care of the ‘immortal.’ I’m sorry but I was not able to finish him or the Negotiator off though. Yes, I will try harder next time.” Alan closed his thumb and sighed again. Oh well, “Time for me to take care of that reckless little Kitty and Jefferson’s troublesome Android…”

Meanwhile

“It’s safe to go now,” Isaac said. Angel stood up and brushed off her skirt. Should she ask him? Should she tell him? How would he act? Isaac began to pull himself up the small opening in the storm drain. “Wait, Isaac!” Angel said a little louder than necessary. “What is it?” he asked. “I…uh…” Angel’s brain was searching franticly for the words to convey how she felt. “…I…uh…I think I’ll need a boost!” Angel mentally cursed at herself for not being able to say it. “Oh well, maybe it’s just not time,” she though as Isaac hoisted her towards the opening.

Several bystanders stared as Angel and Isaac extracted themselves from the storm drain. Angel dusted herself off once again. “So, are we headed to Dr. Jefferson’s lab now?” she asked. “Yes,” Isaac said simply. “Let’s just walk. I’m kind of tired of being carried,” Angel told Isaac. “Alright,” he answered, “Follow me.”

Isaac searched through his data banks. He needed an explanation, but there was none. Nothing for how he was feeling. Ever since Angel had saved him…something strange happened to him then. What happened? Why am I like this? I wasn’t designed to have emotions like this…so why am I?

:: Roger had slammed on the gas hard, nearly giving her whiplash and throwing her into the back seat. But, she was in safely. She threw her seatbelt on. Good timing. She was nearly thrown out the open window on that left. ::

"Thank you for arriving when you did. I forgot I'm a wanted thing." Dorothy said.

:: That got her. Wanted thing. It wasn't like she had time to dwell on it. She couldn't hear what Roer was saying over the noise of the car. He glanced at her briefly while he was speaking, but he was going to fast. Then, she waas nearly thrown into his lap by the sharp right. There was a thump in the back seat. ::

"Oh dear. I completely forgot."

:: Dorothy unbuckled her seat belt and lay down between her and Rogers seat, attempting to buckle the bandaged man up. Dorothy grabbed onto the back of Rogers chair right as he made another right. After buckling him up, she sat up with the bright green bag containing Roger wrapped gift in her hand. ::

"You look nice." Roger said.

:: Her hair and collar had gotten messed up. She ignored it and looked in the bag. ::

"I really think you will like this." Dorothy said. She grinned and started combing through her hair. Hey! Split ends! Sweeeeet! ::


((( I am officailly the first person to use a smiley in a post! Bow down humans AND OBEY!!!! )))

lol shaoblane!

anyways...

Strangeman wezzing and clutching his bleeding head)
agh...ahh...aug..i...gah...it hurts... what...what happened?
Roger: It looks like you have been shot. Im surprised your not dead.
Strangeman: I'm...I'm not suppost to feel pain... if i do get hurt i only feela sight jab... I dont...I dont feel like this...I hate it...
::attemping to pick out the bullet::
Roger: gah! what the hell are you doing?
Strangeman: uhg GAH...ow...esh...::pulls out the bullet with a gasp of breath:: ...hu...hu...hu....wow... who...who makes weapons for the military police?
Roger: They make thier own...
Strangeman: well....well they have some strange ideas on how to kill people for a governmental organization.
Roger: hmm?
Strangeman: This bullet...it has something in german. It says gods fire will burn though the souls of the unworthy...hmm...
Roger:...well...can i know what your tring to find now?
Strangeman:...mabey.... I suppose it was enchanted...or something... mabey it can just burn though my skin or something... I dont know... but I... I just..feel different somehow...
Dorothy: If you don't mind... why is this man here?
Roger: he wanted to ask you something...
Strangeman: I need to speak with you alone... or i wish too... I just have some questions...
Roger: well... I can garrentee that you two can't be alone... with the current events... i just can't trust some one like you...
Strangeman: fine... understood i suppose... well atleast don't make that awkward face when ever i mention schawrazwald.
ROger(with one eyebrow up):...fine....
Dorothy: Well you two dont seem to get along very well...

meanwhile in the old mans shack...

Schwarzwald(remembering the event... having visons of what happened: ahh..AHHH BURNING!! BURNING!! PAIN!! YELLING!!! STOP!!!
STOP IT!! STOP!! WhY WHY DO YOU DO THIS!! WHY!! GA----
::faints::

quote:

“It’s safe to go now,” Isaac said. Angel stood up and brushed off her skirt. Should she ask him? Should she tell him? How would he act? Isaac began to pull himself up the small opening in the storm drain. “Wait, Isaac!” Angel said a little louder than necessary. “What is it?” he asked. “I…uh…” Angel’s brain was searching franticly for the words to convey how she felt. “…I…uh…I think I’ll need a boost!” Angel mentally cursed at herself for not being able to say it. “Oh well, maybe it’s just not time,” she though as Isaac hoisted her towards the opening. Several bystanders stared as Angel and Isaac extracted themselves from the storm drain. Angel dusted herself off once again. “So, are we headed to Dr. Jefferson’s lab now?” she asked. “Yes,” Isaac said simply. “Let’s just walk. I’m kind of tired of being carried,” Angel told Isaac. “Alright,” he answered, “Follow me.” Isaac searched through his data banks. He needed an explanation, but there was none. Nothing for how he was feeling. Ever since Angel had saved him…something strange happened to him then. What happened? Why am I like this? I wasn’t designed to have emotions like this…so why am I?

Angel watched nervously as Isaac started off in front of her. And imbecille, she officialy labeled herself angrily. How could she not tell him? ... She knew he'd laugh. Laugh manically. She swore to herself aloud, and ran to catch up with Isaac.

And then she laughed. Laughed at the fool she found herself being. And then she stopped. Ok, maybe it's not entirely foolish, she muttered to herself. Isaac was still going. Something inside her was screaming for attention. Something made her want to yell out to him. To make him remember she was still there, still tagging along.

She paused, realizing how breathless she was. Almost to a severe extent.

"Isaac," she breathed out loudly, bending over, trying to catch her breath that was caught in her lungs pulsively.

With his glance around his shoulder, Angel collapsed, her hand to her chest.

Strangeman: COME ON YOU FOOL!!! FASTER!! GAH!!! HURRY!!
Roger: GEZZ WHATS WRONG WITH YOU!!!
STRANGEMAN: (or i mean strangeman) I DONT HAVE ALL DAY I NEED TO JuST ASK HER A FEW QUESTIONS IN PRIVEt!
Roger: JUST ASK THEM HERE IF YOU MUST!!!
strangeman: GAH!!! I HATE YOU PEOPLE OF PARADIGM!!!
Roger: WHY DO YOU STAY HERE THEN!!!
Strangeman:....
Roger: gezz...finnally...
Strangeman: memories... i am forced by that damed god... he is falling asleap..
Roger: falling asleep? what are you talking about?
Strangeman: hu... fine... well.... I guess i should just get it over with....
well.... dorothy... have you had any visons.. or images that you cant remember getting?
Dorothy: why... why yes i have... there was lots of fire and well... many megadueses were destroying everything...
Strangeman: You are seeing the past... what had happened after the last time big omega rose...
Roger: what? you mean that this has happened before?
Strangeman: yes... yes.. my name was dr.voskov... I was an assistant to Dr. Jefferson... he assisted in greating big omega... a long time ago... long...so long... This is the first time up in the surface world in about 40 years...
Dorothy: Oh my... so... were you immortal?
Strangeman: I AM!! Jefferson... one of his partners... they injected me with something... i dont know what... but it changed my body... and altered the way my mind works... its quicker... learns faster... and thankfully i can "turn it off" temporaily... i would have gone insain of it wasnt't for that... ok....hu.... 3 prisms.... big omega for full power needs 3 of these... i tried to hide one... but schwarzwald found it and--
Roger(eye twitch)
Strangeman: and...well...we were help less he took it.
Roger: wait ...you mean meggito?
Strangeman: yes...hu.... i... i think thats enough for now... i... i feel like resting now... very so tired......... awake....awake so long.... so weak...
ill...ill tell you later. ::the red gash on his bandages a bit faster grows::
Roger(looking nervous straes at Dr. voskov for a few secounds...well untiil dorothy yels roger to look out for the traffic light)

“Angel!” shouted Isaac, as he rushed over to her. She had collapsed to the ground, her hand on her chest. “Angel! What’s wrong?” he asked. Angel didn’t respond, she was unconscious. Isaac cursed himself, how could he have not kept in mind that she was human, and that she could become exhausted. Isaac picked her up, she seemed so fragile. He couldn’t let anything bad happen to her. What should he do…what could he do?

Meanwhile

Dr. Voskov had fallen asleep, or maybe unconscious, Roger wasn’t sure which. But Big Omega had risen before, thinking back on it Roger remembered that Isaac had told them that, but where was Dorothy involved in all of this? He’d have to wait until Dr. Voskov woke up, or maybe Isaac knew something? This didn’t make any sense to Roger.

“Roger! Look out!” Dorothy yelled with a note of panic. “Huh? Oh!” The Griffon screeched to a halt just before it sped into a busy intersection. “I guess I got too involved in my thoughts,” Roger chuckled. “Just pay attention to your driving right now,” Dorothy told him, “We don’t want to lose the Griffon again.” Roger laughed a little. “Okay, don’t worry. So, when are you going to show me what you bought?” “When we get home,” Dorothy answered. Roger laughed a bit more.

Meanwhile

Meggido walked into the room. It was lit with a pale green light. Meggido looked at the source of the light, it was a giant tank, and within it was Big Omega. Meggido climbed the ladder to the tank, it took him nearly five minutes, but he reached the top. He stared down, almost melancholically, at the tank. Without even taking a breath he jumped into the glowing green liquid. Slowly Meggido sank to Big Omega, it cockpit opened and he entered. “Soon…very soon…” he murmured…