- SieghartySeasoned Member
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Tue Apr 06, 2021 9:15 am
Log - Day: April 6, 2421 - Assignment: Search and Destroy
Numerous reports of abnormal activity reported pertaining to Jefferson City. A building influx of Demon Energy and Hollow Energy has been reported. Reports show an exponential rise that shows no signs of ceasing. All attempts at infiltrating the City has failed. Scouts report a stronghold around the city of Hollows and Demons alike. Multiple scouts are missing from action. After intercepting a message from the airways, there appears to be someone amassing an army within the boundaries of the city. The disappearance of rouge souls indicate a more sinister plan at work. This has been prioritized as a high level threat. Forces have been spread thin due to recent events, forcing for the Vandenreich to call for volunteers. End Log.
Stepping outside his tent, a man dressed in all white, his face covered by a black beard, looks out at the ruined remains of Jefferson City. However, there’s one thing wrong with this picture. The summarized log detailed the fact that forces would be around the city to impede their assault. His poor eyes see no demons nor hollow, not even with the help of binoculars. Unwise as it may to believe the reports somewhat exaggerated, he is incapable of ignoring what he is seeing for himself. Maybe they are too late. Maybe whatever is going on has ended, but that would mean something worse is to come. Either way, his assignment is still the same.
“Commander Dick, sir!”
“That’s Commander Richard, Jenkins. Proceed.” A look of annoyance on his face as he turns his head to his second, a younger male who could use a bit more meat in his meals. Both would greet each other properly despite the second banter and begin their discussion.
“The volunteers have arrived, sir. The main forces are also geared up and preparing for the assault on Jefferson, sir. We await your orders.”
Finally. Any longer and the suspense of it all would have keeled him over before the demons could. Making his way towards the multitude of tents decorating the plains far away from the city’s border, his eyes watch as the various members of the Vandenreich move about, preparing for the upcoming siege. Not too far from the largest tent, he’d catch the large truck that was dropping off the volunteers pull off, returning to Washington most likely. With each step towards the tent, people began falling inline behind him, knowing that the time is near. All that remains is one last lecture and a hoorah before they enter a new supposed Hell.
- LockeExperienced Member
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Tue Apr 06, 2021 1:03 pm
The ride over from Washington had been a quiet one for Alastair, tucked away in one corner of the transport with his nose deep in what few reports he had been able to dredge up concerning Jefferson City since the end of WW4. To call it a fruitful process would be an exaggeration, in a little over half a day of cross-checking various outlying documents he had learned little beyond the fact that it remained outside of official jurisdiction and there was a hostile presence of unknown size and origin holed up within. Nothing he hadn't deduced already when the call for this mission had reached his ear from Vandenreich Command.
As the call went up that they were within sight of the camp outside of Jefferson, he began to put away the documents and prepare himself for the task ahead. Then it was on to buttoning up his coat, pulling up his gloves, and finally picking up his cloak from its resting place over the back of his seat and fastening it around his shoulders. Soon enough, the truck ground to a halt and it was time to get boots on the ground.
It was livelier than he had expected, though the exact scale of the operation here had not been part of the directions given, and he pulled his gloves a little tighter as he headed toward the Camp Commander for an introduction.
- YakshaExperienced Member
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Tue Apr 06, 2021 5:02 pm
- SlayerThicc Boi
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Tue Apr 06, 2021 7:38 pm
The time for action was now! Or... something. Ky'rin wasn't exactly sure what was happening but knew that it had to be there since it was asked to. Well, it was more so take to be there, Iota had some sort of plan that was way too complicated for Ky'rin large yet small brain to comprehend. Politics were complicated and something that Ky'rin wasn't into even in the slightest, it just did what it was asked and returned in one piece. Today was different though, it could tell that it wasn't like any other job just by the way that Iota spoke about it. Called it Operation Kurtz, based on a form of literature that Iota had read long ago. Never explained why though, the reason for the name and all.
Anyways, the portal that Ky'rin was supplied with was a moderate distance away from the commotion. Far enough that nobody would notice but close enough that it could walk, and walk it did. It took roughly an hour for it to get to its destination, but during that time Ky'rin took in the surroundings. The sounds of war could be heard, though who exactly was fighting, Ky'rin did not know. The area from its drop-off point to its destination was absolutely devastated by these battles, leaving debris and destroyed buildings as it walked. Occasionally it would come across other forms of life, but they chose to not interact with Ky'rin, which was a good choice, to be honest. Something akin to fear and realization had started to settle in, not that it affected any of Ky'rin actions or thought process at the moment, but was important to know that it was there. Being in such a wartorn and foreign place had started to take a minor toll on it. But it had no choice but to go forward. Iota trusted it with a task so it will see it through to the end.
Or so Ky'rin thought until another mortal had entered the scene. This one was... notable. Not for its name, reputation, or action, but purely by appearance. So far, this masked creature was an enigma to Ky'rin. Were they of the same breed as Ky'rin or another abomination native to this world? What were their intentions? What was up with the bone-like material it was covered in. And why would Ky'rin be afraid? Should it be? Many questions started to rack the mind of the Lord of Thought, though none seemed to come with easy answers.
In any case, from where the elder god was standing, it could see both this new white mortal and a group of... humans? They appeared to be humans but Ky'rin couldn't exactly tell from where it stood. They looked to be preparing for something, so Ky'rin figured it should prepare too.
It then began to just stand there, doing nothing. Stiff like a statue, any passerby would assume it was dead.
- LillianSeasoned Member
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Tue Apr 06, 2021 8:04 pm