Cult of Ustream ~ Official Roleplay 【Main RP Thread】

Jack watched in a combination of amusement and irritation as Giga stomped off like a small child who had just had their favorite toy taken away. "Jesus, you'd think he'd've realised by now that it's pretty much impossible to keep Jude out of your head." He stated, genuinely curious as to how Giga hadn't conceded to this fact already. "I mean, I know Jude. Giga's finding threat in his pastime where there isn't any. If he'd've asked, he'd've figured that out by now." "To be fair, it can be a bit annoying if he consantly pokes into your head. It's not exactly right to do it, either." Dark added, "Anyway, how was your morning, Erahvs?"

 

Jack watched in a combination of amusement and irritation as Giga stomped off like a small child who had just had their favorite toy taken away. "Jesus, you'd think he'd've realised by now that it's pretty much impossible to keep Jude out of your head." He stated, genuinely curious as to how Giga hadn't conceded to this fact already. "I mean, I know Jude. Giga's finding threat in his pastime where there isn't any. If he'd've asked, he'd've figured that out by now." "To be fair, it can be a bit annoying if he constantly pokes into your head. It's not exactly right to do it, either." Dark added, "Anyway, how was your morning, Erahvs?" He turned to the clone of Jase as he said this, awaiting an answer. His wait was interrupted as soon as Jack remembered what he actually came to ask, though, as Jack shook him about a bit, which elicited a wing to the face from Dark. "Yeah, what do you want? You know I hate being shaken like that." He snapped, swivelling around in what seemed like an instant. "Jesus, cool it." Jack hissed as he recovered from being hit in the face by Dark's left wing, "I was only going to ask if either of you had seen Jase or Mimring." Dark looked at him with an air of disdain. "No, I haven't. Ask Erahvs, he might know." Jack turned to Erahvs and asked the question again. There he stood waiting for an answer.

 

Vale's arm began shaking just as Valerie passed through his blood-red eyes with such a level of fright. The Scarlet Gunslinger's gaze was empty, abyssal and devoid of any care. Slowly, his cold pale face cracked a small smile as he aimed his desert eagle at the fleeing girl carefully.
"Valerie..." He whispered, a voice as cold as frost with a sharp edge of evil beneath. Just as the gunslinger placed his quick finger on the trigger, his hand jerked back along with a loud bang from his trusted weapon. He apperantly missed.

I W-WONT LET YOU-​

Looking down, Oikeus' foot rose as he spotted Vale's face engulfed with his special metalic black hide. The trapped god rose a brow just as he composed himself, then gave off a cold hiss upon seeing the gunslinger not submitting just yet. Vale soon got up quickly, jumping back as he formed a shotgun in his arms. The Scarlet Gunslinger didn't look defeated yet. His eyes burned with pure fury.

Gaga stopped slightly as she tried to walk away shortly after the missunderstanding. Blinking, she whispered to herself and smiled slightly. However, she looked slightly disturbed. A little too hung up on her thoughts. "No no, it's fine. I don't really need to learn about that. It's your thing, not mine."

 

Narrowing her eyes slightly at the Shapeshifter's unusually irritated behavior, Espira watched him wordlessly leave the ancient structure known as the Colosseum... Though, she attributed it to the trapped being she had just disregarded. She gave a short sigh followed by a subtle shrugging motion, before her attention traveled to Kyton. Effectively, he did not seem to be immediately dangerous, and furthermore, was particularly friendly to other Cultists. Just a new arrival, she thought, still wordlessly on her part. There were, indeed, several other variables Espira had not factored in yet, but...

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"V-Vale?" the Diclonius wondered aloud, trying to grasp the situation--but he then blinked as his own extraempathic sense registered the tension of dread, the severity of a conflict... "But I thou--" the echo of the gun made Shadow jump in sudden fright, his own blood become flowing frost from beneath the skin, bang audible enough to leave a distinctive phantom ringing in his ears.

"Stay here." it was a command. The sharp tone betrayed what he would have intended to sound like, much less the fact that, in that instant, Shadow did not spoke like himself at all... but his experimental mind had been triggered awake. Illusionary shapes became more prominent around the experiment; faintly transparent, almost cloaked limbs sprouting from his back without a direct command. Vectors.

Shadow blinked, snapping from this short trance, though his purpose had been set. It only took him two seconds of hesitation as he left Valerie's side--with a short glance behind him to assure she wouldn't follow him--and then, his pacing became a run. Arriving to the hallway just by the end of the flight of stairs, he saw Vale in a state he truly had not witnessed before. Another moment of hesitation, this one spanning much longer than before, as his blue gaze locked with the dead crimson of the Scarlet Gunslinger's...

 

I often find myself wondering the same regarding Giga, Erahvs. He seems to be of the notion that I would betray him in some way. I can guarantee that such an action has never been in my plans. Jude said to Erahvs through telepathy, Though I understand his concerns, I do not understand why he would believe me a traitor of any stripe. He proceeded to look sharply at Jack and Dark, almost as if telling them that now was not the time for petty arguments. He stopped for a few seconds, as if he had just remembered something important. "Oh dear. It seems I have forgotten about something very important at my residence." He said, "I must depart for now, I will see the three of you as soon as possible." With that, he seemed to almost blur out. Judging from the blur's direction, one could venture a guess that he was heading for his lakeside house.

"What was that about?" Jack asked. Realising though that it was of no real importance, he turned to Erahvs one final time, "The Colosseum? Why didn't I think of that! Thanks Erahvs." Then he too darted off, this time in the direction of the Colosseum. "Now that we've officially reached what seems to be the end of the conversation, I guess we both should go inside or something. I mean, I'm not standing out here all day." Dark said, not realising that he hadn't fed in a few days. It'd hit him later, and then he'd feel like going outside again.

 

"Come back...come back, little girl.." Vale whispered, a deep voice slicing the air like a knife through butter. The possessed Scarlet Gunslinger soon re positioned his weapon again and aimed, the shaking in his gun-wielding arm no longer quivering oddly. Without wasting any time, Vale quickly blurred out of view. The loud bangs of his desert eagle soon followed as a raining cascade of bullets began to hit each wall- each piece of furniture. The bullets lingered on for a moment as they stuck on every surface they hit. Glowing a malicious hue, each bullet then released a black strand of energy, waving to and fro while Vale reappeared hanging onto a chandelier. Smug and maniacal looking.

 

Espira now truly looked at Kyton. Even though her crimson irises, sharply focused on his venomous yellow eyes, would have meant utmost death in another situation, it was clear her intentions were not malicious in any way. She cast her view away after a single second of silence, proceeding with an indifferent, yet definite, "Nothing at all." which indicated she had no intention of starting a conversation. There was only a brief pause she spent in silence, watching Jason walk away from her position, before Espira spoke up again.

"However, you might be correct. Though it is strange--perhaps even new to myself--seeing him act like this." Espira's words and general approach of her point always seemed to be carefully chosen or directed in advance, but it in reality happened to be never the case.

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"You do it like this."

There was a phantasmal motion blur, and the bullets never hit her.​

With no warning, no preparation, no tell other than the deft clicks of the metal triggers ejecting the projectiles like an instantaneous, piercing cascade complemented by the ringing bangs of the firearm, Shadow visibly cringed. Cacophony's reverberations danced wildly around the veins of the Hill Home, a faint analogy to otherworldly trumpets proudly announcing an incoming catastrophe. Bullets, traced into the edge of visible space as impossibly quick yellow segments, found their trajectories diverged, deflected, rebounded as the Diclonius' psychokinetic limbs repositioned in a blink, preventing damage.

Shadow composed himself immediately, vision darting above, near the ceiling. Deranged, the Scarlet Gunslinger held somehow, threatening with death that would be delivered by the gun... or perhaps not? His vectors rippled slightly with a new frequency quickly overcoming the standard solid one as the chaos ended right after, but he had to retaliate. Despite the fact he he did not even want to do so in the first place. The instant the extensions stabilized, astral hands replaced by viciously edged, narrowing blades, his instinctive mind attacked.

"Then, you aim for the heart."

A gurgled scream ensued.​

Detaching from its defense formation like an independent entity, a vector arced, shooting straight towards Vale like an ethereal javelin. Shadow only registered this with a slight jolt of fear immediately after, for he then deviated the phantom limb's path slightly so as to not completely impale Vale like the vector was originally intending to do. Shadow didn't want to kill him.

 

This boy seems to posses a cluster of frequencies all at one point...How strange-​

Giving off a chilling snarl, Vale quickly vanished just before the vector struck the swinging chandeler that he just left hanging around. One loud and noticable footstep was heard just moments after, but then Vale's footsteps began to grow more silent and silent. Was he running away? No. His speedy tactic was only a mere distraction he used in order to buy him some time. Vale- or Oikeus, as he is, had a sudden interest towards the Diclonius. That interest needed time, time so that he may decide his next move. With a brief snap of his fingers while in an almost 'invisible' motion, The freeflowing strands of nosii began to bristle into attention, firming up and pointing up towards the sky like a bed of needles. One laugh was then heard once more, it's sadistic echo radiating through the entire home. For once, Vale was no longer that semi-peaceful Gunslinger.

He was- once more after many weeks, Five. ​

Starr's senses almost stung upon hearing the many rounds of eerie shots fired in her own home. The Royale Serpent immediately snapped her attention towards the door which led to the main hallway, hissing threateningly with her fangs flashing with caution. "I only have a hunch, but..." Giving off another hateful hiss, Starr immediately moved away and opened a drawer. Her thoughts were racing with many worries. The adrenaline surging through her bloodstream yelled out "Attack, kill, end." But she couldn't listen. Ever since becoming a mother, the Royale Serpent's main worry was the safety of her two hatchlings. Her instinctual drive was much more dominant, much more louder than her common sense. All she wanted to do was tear apart the /one/ bastard who shot a few rounds in her home. Her nest. Around /her/ babies. Starr couldn't help but growl and rummage through her drawer. "CrazE- please grab the kids and keep a good eye on them. I'm going to check things out and see whos the asshole shooting in /my/ lab." After giving the orders firmly, her eyes narrowed upon feeling and pulling out a small pistol. Now, this wasn't just an ordinary pistol. It was a shock pistol. Old Grenian tech. By far the most painful. Spinning it in her fingers for a moment, Starr placed the pistol snugly between her hands and ran off, closing the door shut behind her and making her way down the principle hallway and towards the stair's railings where her eyes widened considerably with what she saw.

"Well....okay I guess..." whispered the Tyro Reader shyly. Her eyes kept locked with Darius' mysterious gaze. Something about that stare was....different. The sensation of peace, unusual peace caught her undivided attention. Gaga couldn't help but give a slight, heartwarming chuckle as her soft hand softly placed itself above Darius' hand. Upon doing so, a sudden jolt of white energy suddenly jumped out from her fingertips and to the ground. "ACK!" Yelled out the surprised woman, jumping back as the energy simply stood on the floor bellow, glowing eerily.

 

Espira remained where she was even at the invitation issued by the Shapeshifter, speaking only after Kyton raised the question, "I would. However--" her voice halted immediately as a cacophony of gunshots, pitch unwavering and overlapping, tore through the peaceful quiet of the morning atmosphere. She tensed, staying completely still for the instant her brain processed this stimulus, for the first memory that was imprinted in her brain, as if subconsciously, was of her sister. Rationality ripped away the figment before it could even become a vague idea, and the Crimson Meister concluded it had to be Vale. But why him? It did not sound like he was training, the thought crossed her mind.

"Investigate I will." it was set. She traced the direction mentally--not Cradle Forest, not the Cult Headquarters... Her red eyes seemed to cast an ethereal light for a second before dimming down into normality. She turned towards her target direction, Mana melding together in her left hand to form an ebony dagger, guard graced with symmetrical, arcing patterns. It was almost a law to her to remain always alert, and always prepared. She opened her mouth once, "Do not fall behind."

And with a blur, she set off.

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((OoC: Decided not to have Shadow react to Jude. Dark, please fix your post accordingly--Jude's part can have a semblance of buildup instead of just defying time and space and jumping straight to the scene.)

An almost guttural, inhuman snarl made Shadow freeze instantly, and it might have as well had congealed his spine in a trail of a being's most primal response--fear. With a crash, the psychokinetic limb connected with the ceiling, missing the spot Vale had instantly vanished from. Sadistic laughter consumed the area for a moment, appearing to muffle out every other sound from everywhere... Instincts leapt, warning Shadow through purely intuitive methods of a great danger, an invisible threat that simply was not there. The Scarlet Gunslinger was everywhere.

Retracting the vector swiftly, Shadow's immediate course of action, for someone as inexperienced as him in the arts of combat, was to back away. He nearly tripped on the first of the stairs which lead to the second floor, but stopped there. Ethereal strands, more visible now, seeped out of the myriad bullet holes in the walls, objects and furniture inside in the form of vicious, sharpening points which almost seemed material. His four current vectors tensed immediately, suspended in their positions as opposed to shifting and wavering just slightly, as if they had individually sensed the gravity of the situation. Ready to attack.

"Why is this... even happening?"

 

((OoC: Oops, deleted this by accident.))

In the forest near HQ, one could faintly see a blur of white, pale teal and black rushing by, as if determined to reach a destination. This blur was Jude, destined for his lakeside house, along with his cousin Dennis, who he had forgotten to check up on. He was destined for the house, that is, until, a gunshot -- albeit doppler-shifted in pitch due to his unfathomable speed -- rang through his ears. Almost as quickly as he had dashed off, he stopped on a dime. The shot had come from the direction of Starr's Hill Lab. From the direction of Shadow and Vale. Shadow and Vale. Vale. "Oh dear..." He said, his heart sinking. He knew there could only be one explanation, as the Cult was at peace and Vale had the self-control to not attempt a shot at any other Cultist. "Oikeus has broken the binds." Thinking quickly, he changed his course and blurred out again, heading this time towards the Hill lab. He had to get there before Oikeus did anything more.

 

You're an u-undeserving- ​

And another furious cascade of bullets whizzed by the god, hitting his black armor with surprising force. Bullet by bullet, small dents appeared on his slick armor, but soon began to regenerate without warning.​

Vale's metalic black hide glowed with an eerie red aura around every inch, every detail of his carved out body. The sink of anger overflowed tremendously upon each attempt to defeat what some may consider his 'alter ego.' The Scarlet Gunslinger's fingers gripped the shotgun tightly, his burning scarlet gaze fixed on his enemy. Oikeus simply snorted at Vale, looking somewhat tired of dodging and moving. He simply didn't have the sufficient energy to do so.

Running down the opposite staircase to the apparent battlefield bellow, Starr's heartbeat sped up with fear. Those ethereal black strands of nosii were literally all over the place. Sharp as the sharpest knives. All she could do was gasp and keep ascending the stairs, trying her best to avoid even laying a finger on these strange things. "Wh-what's....going on.." As if on cue, the Scarlet Gunslinger sprouted out from his apparent hiding, quickly wrapping his now black metallic arm around her young neck while the other securely gripped onto her lower half. With the sudden surprise, Starr dropped her weapon and marveled at it- gazed hopelessly as it fell to the floor and away from her grip. Vale's abyssal eyes gazed down at the Royale Serpent, black as night orbs of death slicing up her chocolate eye- night breaking ever-lasting day. Starr let out a frightened yelp and wiggled around powerfully, kicking around her legs as much as she can with an attempt to strike it free. But Vale simply didn't listen. Tightening his grip, he looked up at the rest and spoke strongly. Spoke differently. Roaring three tones lower:

"I shall suffice with this woman..."​

 

Meanwhile, near the Hill's main entrance, a white blur could be spotted heading straight for it. Pricilla! Shadow! Valerie! Anyone?! Jude relayed telepathically, worried about what the Trapped God could be doing to them. He nearly ran headlong into the door before stopping a few feet in front of it. He thought about knocking, but then realised that he could feasibly have the leg-up on Vale if Oikeus were to attempt anyone's life. He needed surprise. Knowing Starr, the front door would have been locked anyway. He needed an inconspicuous way in, like a ventilation shaft, or a window. A ventilation shaft... that was it! He looked around for any sort of vent, however, it seemed the only ones were on the roof. He had to get up there without alerting Vale. There was a small rail that wrapped around the rooftop, and knowing this may well be his only way up, as seeing fog on an otherwise lovely day would arouse suspicion, he brought out a Frozen Chain and threw it up to the rail.