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delightful-envy:

ooc; **Snickers lightly with a small smile across his pale face**  Oh, I’ll try my best as always. Though, I’m not the one who keeps going away ever so often, wouldn’t you say? You’ve been dearly missed, my friend.

ooc;  I know, I know.  Don’t worry, I will keep popping as often as I can to reply to our role-play.  Because that’s one killer Sundowner that I won’t find anywhere else,  not to mention wolfy.

You give off the feeling of picking up personalities real quick. That’s why I am saying, don’t let it stop.

‘Partners in crime’ -x- Raiden & Wolfy

delightful-envy:

“Affirmative.” Sharper than knives the facial mask had slid its opposing pieces into full closure, successfully clipping in place and over the fearsome beast’s burning eyes. They were like a pair of dying red suns, swooping their deadly gaze right after the infamous steps of ‘Jack The Reaper’.

                                       Oh…~ 

                                                    ..there will be blood.

Now turning slowly in place such heavily armed body, as the tail grazed almost in grace above the dirty concrete, within mere seconds IF Prototype LQ-84i dug all razor sharp claws into the stone and pounced after the devil’s given steps. Sure enough.. ~ Raiden was brilliantly fast, but this high-tech art of living war machine was never to be underestimated either and especially at how devilishly fast it crushed ‘in’ and ‘out’ of the once silent shop. The clueless civilians inside had never seen anyone coming, being pushed by imaginary ghosts made of air gusts and street dust that knocked down most ingredients right off the shelves and wooden stands. Destruction followed them almost like disease and death lurked even closer, breathing down their steel necks  in ungodly pleasure - but what does it matter to natural born killers? 

                                          Absolutely nothing.

Thus catching up to his partner’s speedy tail and following the electrical currents left behind by his high heeled shoes, Wolfy’s scarlet eye optics systematically scanned over and over for any enemies on radar. So far so good, although the constantly dripping blood placed some concern unto the loyal AI who whilst running down the streets tried to contact Dok again; Perhaps some assistance along the way would make their return smoother? Hoping that would be the case, a small hologram screen popped up on the left hand side and worded ‘dialling.…’ across its blue surface. However what was coming their way this time was something not even Dok would be ever able to predict, tossed right from pits of irony and bad luck to stand upon the road as one giant obstacle…

It was the one and only Sundowner, an unofficial leader of Desperado Enforcement LLC in his full wicked glory. Being this a fairly desolate area has made him stand out like an oversized raw diamond amongst a sea of grey rocks. There could be no possible way either of the two rushing getaways could by-pass him without given notice and especially when he turned around just in time to grin. Death and blood-lust simply reeked from his utter joyfulness.

“Well.. well.. well, if it isn’t Jack. What a pleasant surprise! I must applaud your sense of timing too, seeing how things have been far.. far too calm nowadays."  Dropping unknown male’s body off his broad shoulder as if he was some gutted pig, Sundowner chuckled quite deeply meanwhile dragging his dual High-Frequency machetes across the concrete in utmost playfulness. The heavy, slow and painfully metallic screech echoed down the empty streets, throwing sparks from the friction in all directions before the weapon had been raised and pointed at Wolfy; "Brought the mutt too, huh? You’re growing soft." Now drifting both relentless eyes away from the Blade Wolf and back unto Raiden himself, had caused the non-existent eyebrows to slightly raise from mild amusement and quite the inner disbelief. "Ohh.. you look like shit Jack. Not planning to die on me before I get to have some fun, are you? That would be almost depressing." 

Suddenly taking a swing with the majestic sword, Sundowner had casually ‘slotted it’ into the dead body next to him making some more blood gash out and spray right across the tyrant’s weapon and the nearest leg. Wofly instead took this as no less than an invitation to yet another death-match and steadily took his fighting stance in order to help and protect his partner. Although with Raiden this heavily injured.. things blended into nearby colours of dismay. The AI had no choice but to pull all the stops as..—-

                                       ..It was all…

                                                      ..or nothing.

Wolfie came this far?  Why quit now when pieces are so close in being attached together?  With Jack partially slumbering within a realm of fantasy,  our heroic protagonist’s lips curled in a vivacious attempt to brush off any weariness; a bluff to reassure his partner and assure this titanic opponent that no one was ready to back down. ~  

“ Tsk, not bad. . ”

‘Partners in crime’ -x- Raiden & Wolfy

delightful-envy:

“…….” - -Completely and utterly astonished by Raiden at this point, Wolfy’s artificial intelligence took a longer while to register both; The greater injuries and personal game over. Now walking slowly across the blood sprayed concrete, metallic paws craved their weight unto the stone meanwhile cable tail swayed just above its wet surface. Movements were particularly slow, careful and inspecting as if stepping unto unknown lands regardless of the fact that their enemies were basically disposed of, scattered in bits and pieces as far as an eye could see, painting a picture perfect crime scene - it hardly ever was butterflies and rainbows for the two killers in sync. The aroma of death, colour of blood and gore, the sense of hunting and murder.. these were all the things that made them who they were.

Even after everything they have been through, they have changed but were still the same. So before memories could be resurfaced, Raiden’s iron saviour had soundlessly halted by his side, seemingly watching through the glow of scarlet eyes that hardly gave away where the machine actually looked. No expression either. The only way to figure what went through his mind was to literally ask and throw away the hopes of ever guessing on your own. So momentarily taking a seat by the silver cyborg’s side, Wofly’s state-of-art body released some scorching steam via holes fit in armour before deciding to communicate again. “This was unnecessary Raiden, you are putting us at high risk of being engaged again and even more so, your HP has dropped down to critical 8%. However, there is no time to discuss as we must make haste. Prepare yourself.”

Not really giving clear plan of his intentions, the black mechanical beast swept his exceptionally long tail across the cold air and within seconds given Raiden felt it harshly coil around his wounded figure, almost if deadly grip of a boa. Now giving a single small tug, Wofly checked the secureness before suddenly tossing ‘the white devil’ over own steel back. No, it wasn’t side ways either - Raiden found himself actually ‘riding’ his AI partner and honestly, it was ridiculous, a bit impractical, but with little time on their hands there was no choice for luxuries. Thus shifting little here and there before doing a small round-about the vast rooftop, scarlet eyes captured the sight of incoming helicopters and alarming sounds of vehicles somewhere down below. So not wishing neither to stay or let them come too close, Wofly didn’t take surrender for an option and with mind set on survival started to dash at steady speed towards the stone ledge.

All systems accelerated, gears readied themselves for another round, scanners captivated each obstacle in virtual red net and squares pin-pointed the enemy seconds before both criminals lept into the empty space. Winds blew harshly against their cybernetic bodies meanwhile the city sun above washed them in warm waves of honey light, brightening the sharp metallic outlines almost like in comic book drawings. Raiden and Wofly set off into the distance again, slamming firstly unto another rooftop and then another, dashing faster and faster the further they got away as the footing could barely remain intact from heavy landings. Perhaps the rushing AI wasn’t used to having passengers on his broad back ( not to mention that Raiden was blocking some of his weaponry in case of combat ) but this tactic didn’t prove to be much faulty either - at least they lost the cops. However helicopters were wholly another thing, for like annoying pests they begun to unleash a rainstorm of ferocious bullets, spilling empty bullet shells unto the hollow streets below. 

So aiming to dodge to the best of his ability, metal paws screeched viciously across the new found street and dug their knife-like nails right into the crumbling surface in order to make a dangerous turn. The sparks were flying, occasional rockets shot by the perusers roared loudly across the atmosphere as random buildings exploded like over-cooked popcorn packets, tossing various materials towards the two harbingers of destruction. Neither of them cared currently for the safety of others. Alas jumping over a burning car, once in a while Raiden felt the coil tighten around him while the scenario rushed past them at God’s speed. Right now, Wofly was like a racing car without installed breaks and their finishing line? No where in sight. Tension chased them in heat of fighting war machines.

However much to the cyborg’s own surprise, Wofly glided right across the broken street and took yet another sharp turn, but this time unto an alleyway and then without much asking for permission had suddenly.. —stopped. Raiden went literally flying off his back and onward, though with the cable attached to the waist did not parade off somewhere and was tossed instead into a local trash bin. Now crawling himself beneath a brown cartoon box, Wofly laid down and lowered it fully over himself against the flat ground. Through the tiny ‘handle-gap’ given, he watched as the perusers literally momentarily paused by and….— went away. Whether this tactic was done by so called ‘life-hacks’ or mouth dropping stupidity, it was yet to be found out.  ”Camouflage, success.”

✮ Who could have possibly wondered that from all hidden locations plastered across Los Angeles, our infamous hero would be taking shelter within a residential dumpster littered with atrocities disposed by its inhabitants. Raiden’s anatomy barely even dared to swim as silver coated plates meant for war became stained by unlabeled filth, alas fidgeting two nostrils while inhaling whatever stench remained within; the lone visual organ widened at such disgrace and whoever gazed atop his features could picture a rather displeased attitude at this degenerated plan manufactured by a misfit of a companion. Meanwhile outside the raids remained ever so active, police never seemed so rebellious in quitting from their thorough search as Wolfy’s visors could witness a group of five men adorned in uniforms walking in.

Some feasting on sugar coated products, others wielding electrical batons which could purge circuits like fried chicken. One by one, bins had been flipped aside, some even crushed as the cyborgs remained alerted, their facial features held a touch of grimace while their leader’s lips held a curved sneer beneath a chocolate painted moustache, whoever these two criminals happened to be they would not even dare to escape their law, this city was their succulent mother and none would even had the idiotic idea of scarring her flesh.✮

 " Check over there, you go in that direction, search everything! “ 

✮Guiding each peon atop the chess board, both heroes by unknown means came to witness that their hiding locations portrayed as sanctuaries, these scouts had not been blessed with intelligence high enough to see the obvious. They passed by the last container and cartoon box and like a ravine of rash wind their presence faded away, clearing any imminent danger from falling upon their worn bodies, meanwhile within the trash container a small glass button began to illuminate the inner partitions, Raiden in all honesty did not desire to speak with anyone right now but forcing his way through; Dok opened a window frame and adjusted a pair of falling glasses while examining our protagonist’s surroundings. ✮” My my, Raiden. Why must you pick the most conspicuous of places to hide? You are lucky those cyborgs have not thought of searching there. “ ✮ Providing a mysterious smile with hidden intents beneath, their most faithful companion was rudely switched off as more cyborgs passed by, bashing few broken windows and sealing off this area, the alleyway’s only exit received a constructed barricade which swallowed most light cast by the sun itself.

Finally most pressure had been taken away and with a quick oomph, Raiden’s foot slammed upwards opening the iron prison lid, finally some fresh air to cleanse any contaminated stench circulating in his brain. This was something none could ever adapt into, alas retrieving from shelter and slamming both steel coated solaces against concrete, Wolfy would have the liberty to capture sharp objects scrapping against cobble stone, just like a lightning bolt that pesky cartoon box was stolen and stashed away for future purposes to hide away once again, granting freedom for both souls to once again reminisce together in a jubilant connection of victory. Even when helicopters flew above to make intelligent searches atop rooftops, both the man and his loyal companion remained submerged in a thin veil of obscurity cast by the sibling buildings, alas descending on a lone knee and glancing at the ferocious metal beast that so relentlessly murdered many not so long ago; a single palm came to pat the AI’s harsh scalp right in between the ears as if commemorating their glorious victory.✮

 ” Not bad, got me out of the sticky situation without a problem… well, let’s get out of here anyway, we got to see Dok so he can patch us both up. “ 

✮High heels clicks bounced against each wall, echoing down in a slow tempo, some could gain chills from such noises while others the mindset of being a woman but in Raiden’s eyes these two soldiers of cold war were blessed in grace. Finally reaching into the other side where a concrete wall blocked their path way, the eye nearly scorched in mild red rapidly scanned what remained within the only door unto their right. In seconds, concrete and any material came to blend in a surreal vision of green and black, blocks of numbers portrayed that civilians were attending to some sort of shop so since their only way out was through this exit, our heroic figurine coated in steel bashed a lone foot into the door forcing it to crash. Unnecessary? Irrational? Very. But right now they needed to escape and this side of the city was not filtered with cops, alas ninja running through the whole store before anyone had the opportunity to scream, civilians only felt wind brushing by while Wolfy was most likely following or so dared Raiden believe, their route was already decided and once he stepped into the outside world to venture further into the city; police was gradually a foot hold to keep those two criminals down. 8% HP? It was more than enough to get him there or so dared he believe, for in honesty some more of the important fluids were pouring out. ✮

envyness:

A gift unwrapped!

_{Merry Christmas Kite { Horror-Tales } ! Consider this a little gift from me to you, my friend.~ Your very own Mikasa, drawn by me.}

_{Sorry it’s a little early, but I had to make sure you’ll get it.}

Another world, another time [Closed RP]

sorceress-of-time:

Finally.  Alone, and able to focus on why she was here.  ”Griever.”  She would summon the massive lion dog out from her very body, the sky darkening around her while she did so.

“Follow him.”  She would only order her most loyal companion and summon, watching him bound off after Raiden.  Hoping from the roof tops, like a lion the size of an elephant, possibly much more larger.

Ultimecia had her own things to worry about.  Turning away from the stranger, she stretched her wings wide and took off into the sky again.  As much as she enjoyed the heat, a change of clothing was going to be needed.  As well as letting her hair down for the time she is here, where ever here happens to be.

✣ Revered in freedom to navigate atop diversified ceilings to exterminate abiding past memories and enduring regrets on actions, Raiden’s anatomy constantly moved with the grace of a feline, never ceasing to defy gravity; it had not taken long before arriving into a certain pin point of mutual interest towards various MPC parties. Had anyone dared to interfere by any means possible and this would be a death certificate, without a warning to dare ward off; alas as the large rooftop able to nest various cars due to how much width had remained empty only with a dome of glass in the centre, Raiden’s steel coated feet protruding claws ceased moving for only one reason.

Since when did the sun radiate random shadows to fall his own? A surprise none the less, alas coiling each finger from the left palm atop an exquisite hilt, like pythons a surreal grip with tremendous power was presented and with a bold twirl on the same location, that singular optical organ came to witness a most eerie creature that defied even rules of science. ✣

“… What the fuck… ?”

✣ Luminous streams of aurora bestowed Griever with a most threatening display, separating reality from fairy tales, a beast meant to scare children back into their beds and sleep.  Although having witnessed a fair share of indecent bloodshed and distressing moments, this creature was perhaps nothing more but a Metal Gear; something in which Raiden would have pleasure in engaging and dismantling it apart, slice it into thousand pieces and tear each part aside.   Alas stepping forth as defying fear’s clutches with the stance of a samurai awaiting for incoming battle,  the cybernetic killer’s lip curled a corner above the steel jawline and granted Griever a sneer.

With no actual information about the appearance of an ally party member and the hideous hide of the being,  no one would surely regret it.  All that Raiden needed to do was keep a cool mind and take the situation with care, the size and ferocious temperament of the being seemed already an issue but deep inside where did it come from or more important who sent it?✣

“ Let’s get this started then… . I doubt you can talk after all. ”

Lost // Raiden & Tifa

badass-barmaid:

When she realized that he was, in fact, coming towards her bar, Tifa shuffled indoors and put down her plants. Making enough time to wash her hands free of the soil and grass that she was just digging up moments before, she smiled when she heard the familiar ping of the bell’s signal of a customer. 

Crimson met steel as she glanced over at the stranger from where she stood behind the bar,

“Of course, Sir. Why don’t you have a seat and I can help you out with whatever you need,” she replied softly, mouth curved into a friendly smile as she dried her hands off with a nearby cloth. “Would you like something to eat or drink?”

✣ Aloe Vera, a scent last inhaled months ago, one in which Raiden had gained a personal affinity due to the capacity of surfacing memories forgotten.  Despite seeming mind absent while investigating the remnants of each memory,  our White Devil finally descended into Gaia’s reality once hospitality had been granted, something in which cyborgs such as himself are not deemed to receive since humanity despises something greater than “flesh”.  It had not taken long before each protruding claw attached to both feet left behind few scratches atop wooden tiles, something in which she did not expect but Raiden tried to leave as less of a mess as possible and alas sitting atop a single high chair facing the counter of the bar, a lone steel coated palm retrieved the sheathed blade and vertically allowed it to rest beside the chair. ✣

“ No, I am fine. I could go on without eating for a long time… ”  ✣ Waving a lone palm while refusing any method of feeding, Raiden did not wish to temper with what remained functional inside, food or liquids could after all be a manner of causing malfunction.  Never the less curling the end of a luscious upper lip upwards, an eerie yet sincere smile was given with a purpose to ease the bartender in giving information more willingly.  Meanwhile the aquamarine optical organ relentlessly stared unto her own facial features, studying her from a predator’s point of view, she seemed docile and above all else keen to help another but was her benevolent appearance all that it seemed?  Raiden never took another for granted, no matter how feeble or fragile their appearance seemed. ✣  

“ I need to ask… . where the hell am I exactly? ”

Time to make some Raiden gifs.

Lost // Raiden & Tifa

badass-barmaid:

Tifa had been outside of Seventh Heaven, wiping a brow to free it of some settled sweat as she moved to her feet. The front garden needed some work and with the seasons changing, she knew she would need to transport the flowers indoors before they died in the upcoming chill. Smiling at her accomplishments, she let out a puff of breath as she spun on her heels to take the small potted plants inside. 

There were some mutterings nearby, however, that caught her attention enough to make her pause. It seemed whatever was going on down the street, it was causing quite a stir. Cocking an eyebrow, Tifa glanced over her shoulder to see a rather odd-looking man approaching. He seemed cybernetic from where she stood, although it didn’t disturb her. Barret had a gun-arm, for Gaia’s sake. 

She stilled for a moment, curious to see if he would be stopping at her bar. 

✣ Monochrome residential buildings accompanied by boarded windows, a real perspective of how lost this city truly seemed to be. A hole for any to shrivel within and perish amidst suffering,  no matter how much horrid momentums Raiden’s optical organ dared to record, it was a sickening feeling that dared not leave.   A reminder of how painful and harsh the past had been, alas strolling across every poor and sick child,  our White Devil averted that predatory gaze and instead looked upon any stores or anything related with actual information giving,  in which finally a beacon of interest forced those sharp facial features to gain curiosity. 

A bar?  Someone with enough funds to keep a store open?  Offensive to those with less luck but then again, Raiden knew only those with more strength or luck could go this far.  Alas as steel coated feet with protruding claws tapped their solaces against uneven concrete, a single palm pushed the wooden frame of a door forcing a small golden bell to ring and alert whoever remained inside of a visitor coming in. 

The place seemed rather appealing, a nice scent, some actual lively displays of nature and above all else a bartender.   At the least someone to communicate with, of course Raiden might have seemed a little conspicuous due to such large amount of steel fabricated into one body,  a cyborg which only kept the head as actual flesh but this did not stop him from questioning. ✣ " Do you have a minute to spare. . ? “

mister-lightning-bolt-blog ;   ooc; I must say Griever is quite large to attempt stealth, although I am willing to try and continue, that is if you wish to continue as well as the big lion dog with wings ahaha.

sorceress-of-time:

Griever don’t have wings.

I would assume that Raiden would be more concern on where exactly such a thing came from, since it’s not trying to be stealthy.  Just… stalking.  Noticably.

ooc;  Griever does hold wings, the one you are talking about is a different form. 

This is when he is detached away from Ultimecia, not in junction with her, so that’s the only form that could be practically stalking Raiden right now. 

That’s Griever without wings or so to say, although it needs to be fused with Ultimecia.  

So I suppose the wings will make him even more of a target for Raiden to most likely, begin having a little bit of a scuffle with. 

Duality // Sora & Raiden

gentlesnowknight:

~ ” Dammit… “ 

“W-wait!”

Sora shot straight up from sleep, her hand out stretched towards the other being ready to heal him.  But she was not with him anymore, she wasn’t in that world anymore. She was back within Singing Paradise. Taking in a deep breath, she brought her hand to her chest and leaned over to calm herself, easing her powers back to slumber. A storm raged within her and outside as well.It was just a dream… It was just a dream.. Sora repeated over and over again, trying to soothe herself. But she knew it was of no use. It was to vivid to be a dream. She felt everything in that dream, from the chaotic and sorrowful land to the pain from the wound that person had received.She wasn’t sure why, but she knew that her existence was being beckoned to where that young man was. And that she needed to be there. Now.Throwing herself out of the bed, she soon prepared herself. She grabbed garments with ease and strapped her sword to her belt. Within moments she was ready to depart. Glancing near her bed, she gripped her hand mirror Horaus and walked into the middle of the room.

“Horaus, I know you are awake. I need you immediately,” Sora bellowed at the mirror. She felt the urgency and played it into her tone. Each moment passed, the hollow feeling increased within her stomach. Soon the mirror glowed.

My mistress? It responded, whispering into her mind. She tightened to the grip of the mirror and walked towards the window hurriedly and gazed out at the storm.

“Take me to the man within my dream now. He needs me.” Sora responded swiftly, knowing Horaus knew what she meant by that. She expected it’s compliance and immediate transportation, but she sensed the mirror hesitate for her. After a few moments, she heard, Are you quite sure you need to be there? It questioned. Sora was taken back slightly. Never before has Horaus questioned her departure or destination, let alone not do as it was asked. Nodding her head, Sora replied quickly,

“Yes, I am quite sure. He called out to me whether he knows it or not.” She didn’t know why, but each moment that passed made her ill at ease and increased the hollow feeling in her stomach. As you wish…Be safe..Horaus responded. A flash of light appeared in the room and a portal opened up. She looked into it to see the young man leaned up against a wall. She watched as he pressed his hand against a wound. Without hesitation, Sora stepped through the portal and appeared a distance away from the young man, As the knight stepped onto the new worlds floor, Horaus and the portal disappeared. Light flashed quickly in the room and disappeared as she eased her existence into this world.

“Are you alright…?” She whispered softly at the being against the wall. She knelt down at a distance.

~ Sleet clear beads continuously crashed senselessly unto earth’s skin residing above, forming a static field of echoing sounds creeping within every wall,  in time borough deeply into the wounded protagonist’s ear drums, repeating a format of blistering noises which forced a moment of unnerving. Even when notified with Intel in the past that this facility was deserted no records had been bestowed exactly on how scientists and workers alike perished in agony within this hell hole; further down the hall. Behind a rusty steel door sealed shut by various fortified locks, whatever beasts or blood thirsty UG’s remained slumbering in awaiting of a prey’s arrival, surely were no push overs or puppets to be toyed around with.

~ “ Not much to ask but… hopefully some nano-paste will be scattered around there. ” ~ Chanting connotations to increase morale to some extent, suddenly that morbid silence which he grew accustomed to remain in between each rain drop shattered beneath a unique, feminine voice which in truth surprised our silent killer. Relying on primal instinct and surreal set of honed skills, without a breath to waste or moment to lose; Raiden’s lips inhaled a sharp portion of oxygen forcing internal pain to subside for a brief momentum.

With enough expertise and consciousness to defy rules of flesh, the new visitor was able to witness how rapidly our white devil was able to roll away creating further space in between them, steel digits coated in manufactured steel coiled in resemblance to pythons capturing a prey, directly unto a slumbering blade’s hilt and harshly pulled it away from the sheath. Grinding noises of metal fondling accompanied a magnificent sight of a High Frequency blade, releasing scorching waves of blue lightning dancing in macabre patterns, some even approached Raiden’s single optical organ directly inspecting who this stranger was. ~ 

“ How did you get in here? Above all else, who are you? ” ~
~ A phantom? Death’s embrace into capturing his sanity? None could answer such question currently as tension gradually fulminated in between these two opposite souls. For now our silent killer only provided scrutiny across her anatomy only to find one weapon through AR scans, which in truth could cause  minimal damage, alas while seeming mind absent during studies a small portion of warm thick scarlet liquid slipped amidst metal frames and descended unto the ground below, staining a lone iron plate in a mesmerizing colour in which some found themselves so passionately fond of.

Blood at the finest degree and without any other choice, Raiden had been able to demonstrate that he was truthfully damaged from unknown reason only kept in hushed secrets within the mind, for now she did not portray any signals of violence but at this current state Raiden had little knowledge to who the enemy could portray as and innocence was only a fleeting benefit that children carried as long as the world’s clutches did not taint them. Ascending upwards into a stance of standing, whoever this young woman apparently seemed to be she could foresee that the person she wished to aid had no hesitation into drawing a blade across her flesh unless a very valid and concrete reason was given, only a matter of time remained before things had to escalate. ~