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<i>In a world Elsewhere...
A Figure stands at the edge of a precipiece, looking over the country spraled in front of him. His eyes follow great rolling hills covered in long rough grass swaying in the wind, bushes losing the last of their summer leaves turned brown and gold. The figure is a man, a tall man, clearing six and a half feet easily. His long, wild crimson hair flows out around his face in the autumn wind, swirling and whipping around like a thing alive, as does the grey-green torn cloak he is wrapped in as he stares at the scene before him.
The figure's preturnaturally sharp eyes just pick out the details of the outer trees of the thick evergreen woods, the small thorns on the leaves, the vines winding through the trunks and branches of the twisted, ferocious-looking plants. His grin is hidden by the crimson hair as the wind whips it about him, his soft growled words lost on the wind.
<b>"Aaahhh...it Grows..."</b> The man's voice is thick, and deep, like the depths of the dark forest in the distance before him.
There is a sound behind him, And two more figures approach, one a lithe warrior with caramel-coloured skin and odd, small cone shaped ears. The tip of a sinuous, cat-like tail peeks out from under his windblown cloak as he approaches the imposing red-haired figure.
Behind him strides a stern-looking man in stiff steps, from his stance and his expression, it is obvious that the individual is very much on edge and he dislikes the figure at the edge of the cliff greatly. His brown eyes seem to try and bore holes through the back of the other's skull.
The caramel-skinned youth steps to the side, watching both figures as the red-haired man turns, his wild locks clearing from his face. His appearance is of a man in his early thirties, two days of stubble dot his jaw and chin, thinning out across his cheeks. The features of his face are strong, defiant, there is an untamed set to his expression, as though all his will is turned to defying all about him. As he looks at the man opposite him, he grins, and there is no love in his expression.
<b>"Good you came, Mancer."</b> His thick voice pushes against the wind, covers the precipiece as a heavy blanket, close, sinuous, insidious.
<b>"I am here, Traitor. For what Foulness did you call me?"</b> The second man's voice is naught but edge. it is sharp, scathing, full of disgust for the man opposite. His sharply chiseled features twist in distaste for the situation as he scowls, silently grinding his teeth.
<b>"Speak! that i may be gone from your corrupted prescence and be about my Duties."</b>
The first man smiles at the other's words, and he chuckles softly, before the smile is replaced with the defint grin. <b>"Ever the same, Mancer. Ever fighting for The Cause. Ever do you entertain me."</B>
The Gaunt dark-haired man's eyes narrows, and his voice grates out. <b>"Say what you would have me hear, or i go."</b>
<b>"No need for haste, COMRADE, we were just waiting...for the final arrival be fore i say what i must. And here, he has arrived."</b>
"You're both fucking idiots, you realize that?" This last was utered by a fourth figure, who seems to have appeared leaning on a large chunk of granite rock near the other three. All eyes turn to him, the caramel-skinned youth being the first to turn away and scan the surrounding countryside. The newcomer, were he standing straight would stand about 5'11". Grey hair, with a slight sheen of red covers one of his eyes, the other a lighter grey. His demeanour is somewhat laconic, seeming half bored, half amused. Of the three that have spoken, his voice sounds the most...human, although the cold, calculating look from the visible eye lends to an air of inhumanity.
"First guy to say 'thee' wins a kick in the head." At this, the large, red-haired man chuckles, a look of genuine amusement flickering across his face. The other man's face makes clear he does not understand the humor at all. He turns back to the red-haired man.
<b>"Well, then? Are we all now gathered?"</b> his voice drips distaste and acid.
"Yeah," the newcomer chimes in. "What have you pulled me away from my entertainments for?"
The large figure pauses, a smile settling into his features, and he speaks.
<b>"I have found a way back."</b>
The carmel-skinned one continues to scan the surrounding countryside, but the other two react to their host's words more dramatically.
"..You what?! But it's impossible to cross the barriers ali-"
<b>"Do you look to tempt me from my mission with lies? Or has the flesh you consumed finally addled that mad brain of yours? Return is impossi-"</b>
The figure stops the two by holding up his hand, four fingers extended. <b>"Believe what you will, but i've found a way...a loophole. if - "</b> the man's odd eyes narrow, his voice taking on a maniacal edge. <b>" - IF! You are willing to risk everything."</b>
He lets the two stew silently before continuing.
<b>"The way i have found is dangerous, and requires a leap of faith. I believe it is worth it. I want to see if what we did...had any effect."</b> The man gestures at the countryside around them expansively. <b>"This world, this continuum, - Hell, if you want to call it that, is an interesting place, but i feel i have exhausted all it offers in way of diversion. It is not our world, i hold no...connection to it. I want to...'Raise some Hell'...in a world where that saying will mean something."</b>
"So, how have you done the impossible? Faith is one thing, Blind faith...Your plans are always too stupid to trust them unheard."
The tall man grimaces with wry amusement at the Grey-haired one's words.
<B>"I don't want to speak it yet, it's too soon to say, i don't want to jinx it. Let's just say, i've Capitalized on a few...similarities i've found, and a receptive audience that may be handy."</b>
The Grey-haired one says nothing but looks off into the distance, to the hungry, dangerous forest a ways off. Local legend had it the forest appeared 50 or so years ago. The dark-haired, sharp-faced visitor, however, had more to say.
<b>"How do i know this isn't some kind of a trap? looking for an easy meal? Think to trick me? think to guile me with impossible promises? Why on earth - any earth! should i belive you, a Traitor?!"</b>
For the first time, anger creases the red-haired man's features, and his yellow in crimson eyes reflect the same dangerous glint in the dark-haired man's eyes.
<b>"That is a decision for You to make. But tell me, without a foe, how long can you keep your ranks from each other's throats when the cookpots become empty? Your army grows in force every day, but for what? without a way from this place, they are meaningless."</b>
A malicious grin replaces the anger. <b>"What's a revolution, with no-one to revolt against?"</b>
The dark haired man narrows his eyes still, unconvinced. <b>"What do you care of our duty? Why should you offer such a thing, if you do not believe in Hell?"</b>
<b>"I am interested in finding out who is strong enough to be right."</b></i>
<b>The Main, Hemmington, America.</b>
It is another hot night, the air thick and muggy, keeping tempers on a constant simmer, ready to boil at the slightest push. Thunderclouds roll overhead, adding their own soft rumbling complaints to the busy city below, the grey-black cloud's underbelly lit by the dirty neon of The main's streets. Dirty Neon. That's the other name for The Main, one of the places in the world where you can buy anything, and if you can't buy it, and you have the balls, you can take it. The only rare commodity in The Main, the thing that fetches the highest price, is innocence.
The opressive muggy heat mkes the dirty neon-lit streets feel slick, like the whole city is sweating, and everyone in it is bathing in the B.O. of 2 million other people. Those with the decency to, feel disgusted, everyone else is just cranky. The loud music of the many clubs, and the myriad of cries from Fetish Street are peppered with the sound of gunfire, sounding like firecrackers, the only dry sound in the sweaty, fitlhy city.
The night is hot, sick and opressive, save for the few bars and clubs that are luxurious to have Air Con that actually works.
One such place is 'Sherm's', named after the man who originally owned it, considered to be one of the few constants of The main. The bar is now owned by an out-of-town millionaire, a rich son-of-a-bitch that got rich by being a son of a bitch. He is only the latest in a long line of propriters of 'Sherm's', but he's looking to stay. The name Jacob Marsilles is already becoming well known in The Main, both in a good way, and in the kind of attention a man doesn't want.
Everything's on edge, and the heat's not making anyone feel any better.
<b>Warrimbull Military Base, outside Warrimbull, Australia.</B>
Routine. It's the bread and butter of WarrimBull Military Base. You eat it, breathe it, sleep it, shit it out and wipe your arse. Like a cog in a machine, you tick over, do your hours, punch out for some Rec & Rest, and then punch back in to do your shift, follow the routine, do the numbers, keep the machine ticking. Survey, Observe, Record. Nothing more, nothing less.
Sometimes, something tries to get in, which is nuisance. Usually some kids looking for thrills, or concerned parents looking for their damned kids. Sometimes it's idiot poachers looking for easy money with one of the freaks from the Forest. Ametures with no idea. Because you do your job, keep to the routine of keeping people out, watching it to make sure everything in the forest...stays in the forest.
If you've worked one of the bases for any length of time, chances are you've seen some of the things that come out of it on occasion. Some of them look almost mundane, safe. none of them are. Some even look almost human. None of themare, and none of those ones are even remotely safe.
You live on routine at Warrimbull Military Base, because the alternative is Hysteria, and you've had a gutfull of that already, thanks to whatever the fuck happened 15 years ago. You are why everyonje in the nearby town can sleep at night. The Military Perimiter is one of the reasons anyone can sleep at night. Routine keeps you safe, and in turn, it keeps everyone safe.
Your superiors keep telling you that, drumming it into you. Bread and butter. because the alternative is Hysteria.
<b>The Forest. Near and Far.</b>
<i>We sigh, a soft rustle of Evergreen, our countless fingerless palms open and stretched wide, drinking in the Life from the Heavens. The surrying and the Rushing of the Fleshlings and the bug rush in and through and around us in a wash of meaningless, wasted action, burning energy in the pointlessness of movement. All we have to do is but wait, and they will come to feed us, even the impudent ones who dare enough to take little bites of us. We let them...tolerate their little transgressions, for we are patience itself, and we know that they cannot help but come to us in the end, to add to us, add all that wasted energy to our patient purpose.
For we do have a purpose, inexorable, patient purpose. So simple that it escapes many fleshlings, with their wasteful, complicated, rushing thoughts and justifications. Some work against us, none but ourselves work for us, though there are those who work to give us an opportunity to work for ourselves. They...interest us, and one of them, We owe it a...the word gratitude does not suit us, but it will have to suffice, if we are to use words, then that one will do.
For, if we are patient, eventually we will not have to contain our purpose to words, eventually, after the rushing has stopped, and all the words lie still, we can simply be, and our purpose will not need to be understood, for all there will be to know it, will be us.</i>
A soft wind blows through the leaves of the forest, and some of the creatures inside stop dead still, their eyes darting for the predator they sense, before the move on through the tangle of roots, the thorned vines, and the broken relics of humanity the Forest has consumed. There are those that are sentient that wonder at the whisperings in the rustle of the leaves, wonder if the trees do have voices, there are those that know, and say a quiet prayer.
The forest always devours it's foes without a trace.
(OOC: it looks like there is also going to be a main location in England, but i'll let other decide what sort of a place that is. THIS IS IT, make your introductions, have fun, post in OOC thread or PM me anything you are not sure about, and i'll get to an answer as soon as possible.
HAVE SOME FUN. /OOC)
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