The Grenian Conspiracy~ Worlds under One (RP)

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"It's only twelve miles, reaper. I came here in less than 10 minutes....if you say reapers are not trained to be wimps..well...I am sure that you can pick up the pace." Arias smirked slightly. Indeed, he was a fast one. Not only was he fast with his wings, but with his legs too. Arias' thin frame was perfect for travel- And he knew that perfectly. But as they kept moving, his body began to shiver under the lack of pressure his body needed to pump what was left of his blood. It was only bad luck which caused Arias to weaken. And so as the two kept moving forward in their odyssey, Arias whispered with very little strength to follow and not making an effort to speed up with Helena anymore. " We could.....we could always call for...help.....it's not like....you know.."

From afar, however, a being wearing only white stood upon a roof. The scarlet beams of light highlighting each inch of the body as it's hair flowed gently along the Korrian breeze. An equally white mask concealed the face of this person. In it's right hand was a rather small tactical rifle with red-neon markings on its side, and in it's left was a strange grapple-hook like weapon with three sharp as dagger ends to it. The being's red eyes narrowed at the two from afar-- knowing who's there and how. Camouflage was not a problem for this being. After getting a strong and lengthy view of the duo, the being turned it's head and simply blurred out of plain existence as if it was merely an illusion.

Reappearing not too far from the two, the being slowly began walking up a mistreated street. Only the ominous echo of hard boots clacking down the silent road can be heard. Then...the being stopped and whispered under it's toneless breath.

"Commander, I have confirmed your suspicions.....We have ourselves some game to hunt.."

 

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"Good Good, I'll make sure to...plan for their arrival. Do you know the identity of the reaper?"

"Her name is Helena. She is one of the youngest of the reaper division, an assassin serving us back home, and a part of the fresh batch you transported here from the main skydome a few months back. Shes quick, strong, but not so much of a threat as of now."

"Make sure to keep me up with their info. I want to....fix up their identities more before the big game begins. Is that clear, Fox?"

"More than clear for my eyes, commander."


Arias felt a little jolt of enjoyment at the sight of the woman taking 'offense' to his words. Was she really that egotistical? Surely enough, Arias would soon see how big she thought she was. However, he knew that she had abilities that justified for her big ego. So he couldn't judge anyway. Chuckling at Helena's comment, Arias bobbed his head down slightly and grabbed hold onto her tight form for support, feeling his strength diminish even more. "I'll try....don't worry about me." Just as he said that, they were off in a flash. Arias widened his eyes at her speed. Nobody, and he thought nobody could ever reach that speed without wings. Even he couldn't top that. He felt the strong winds of Nova push along his frame and sapping away his energy as he held onto her. Phasing through the streets in a blur began to make him nauseous, but Arias held on through as the duo jumped fences endlessly until they hit the trail leading to Eunas.

"GAH!" Kahze responded to the man's increased state of anger. He really felt for the stranger, however. His sister....poor woman, the boy thought to himself. He then shook his head from a long pause of thought and sat next to the man, gazing up at his face after Dan asked him a question. "It wasn't anything similar to what they did to you, mister..." Kahze paused for a moment and took a breath, recalling the scene once more. "...The police didn't take my mom to the hospital or anywhere....they just.....just came for us....me and her..."

Flashbacks began filling up in his mind as the boy took a pause once more, gazing at his small fingers and somewhat tidy shoes. "I once had a dad...but he died...you know..? He was like you- Uniform wise...but he was an engi-gi....engi-something something...and one day those strange men came to us saying that he died by defusing a bomb or something....after that...my mother couldn't keep paying for us to eat or anything...so I was pulled out of school because of the lack of money....overtime they kept checking up on us....and overtime others began being checked on too....then out of nowhere....everyone around here began moving away for some reason and..." Kahze gulped, gazing at Dan once more. "They took away mother....as I hid..."

 

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As the heat simmered down under the fascinating night skies of Causica, Arias literally began dragging his feet through the dirt road which lead to Eunas. At this rate, the tax collector felt at peace knowing his shift was officially over. Looking up, he can see the massive black building which was poorly lit on purpose followed by two guards standing idly on the entrance. "Hey look.." Arias mumbled, muffled by the sound of a flock of birds bursting out from a nearby tree. Those looked like Maribellons- Black birds which had shining tints of metallic blue gleaming under faint light. Looking up, he glanced at their shining blue crests and wings under the absence of light. Arias turned back, keeping his attention barely in front of him "The Eunas base....I'm..."

Taking a breath, his eyes began to close slowly. But, he still had a pretty tight hold on Helena. "...I'm...just....just leave me at the door if you want..."

Upon arrival, the doors of the secretive base suddenly swatted open. Followed by what seemed to be a frantically-screaming female voice.

"OH DEAR, ARI!!!" Arias peaked open his eyes, a jolt of relief and joy glazed over. "...Sh.."

Letting go, Arias took a few steps forward upon seeing a blonde woman running towards him. Fantastical golden hair, thin frame, beautiful jade green eyes with a hint of rose blush on her cheeks, and those scarlet lips--Arias shook his head, letting go of Helena and toppling onto the woman's shoulder. Crimson liquid was still slightly dripping down his fingers as the tax collector slipped in and out of consciousness. As the woman grabbed onto Arias tightly, two of the guarding men out in the front of the establishment quickly raised their weapons, running towards the two.


"Ari what happened..." The woman said, looking at Arias directly and moving her face closer to his in order to see if he was still breathing. " ..answer me Ari...look at me...It's Sheila....Ari...please....look at me and tell me what happened...why are you bloody?!!"

Looking up, the woman known as Sheila glanced at Helena, snarling at the sight she saw. "What.Did.You.DO TO ARI!"

 

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"Don't worry.....don't....Sheila just-"​

Sheila suddenly lifted up the wounded tax collector and set him on her shoulder with ease. Only a slight hint of annoyance can be seen from Sheila's face as Arias' arms flopped down on her back under his weak condition. Sighing, Arias simply looked up at Helena as Sheila stomped off along with the guards. He grunted with her question, glancing at the Reaper as he was hauled away,

"No, Sheila....she isn't....thank you.."

Slam. Both doors to the facility was closed without any further commotion. Total silence filled the humid air around Helena, calmly pushing against her thin frame. Under the shining silver light given off from the moon, a shadow reared over Helena.

"There isn't any doubt that this is a facility in which we all reside on." Behind Helena, a masked man wearing only an intense white suit stood. His frame was quite built for strength- broad shoulders and huge fists. Chuckling, the man suddenly vanished and then reappeared in front of the woman. " My my," He said, “Your tone really caught my attention as you spoke with such a dry voice. I’ve heard from a little bird that a female reaper had recently been assigned to Causica, but…here you are before us humble workers of the hive itself- I have never been quite honored to host one of Greniou’s elite in our little abode.”

 

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"Oh, I don't want to dissmiss you as of yet- we have issue to speak over about, Ms... " The overly giddy Peacewalker waved his hand around, thinking. "Hmph, never caught your name. I suppose I can introduce myself officially. I am sure we will run into each other a lot in the workforce: I am the one who works and protects this world whom everyone looks down upon….Causica. " Without a second to spare, the Peacewalker pulled out a very odd looking revolver- shining silver-coloured with neon blue 'veins' of energy surging through the handle and the sides. After doing so, he flips his revolver slightly, holding out the handle towards Helena as a welcome gesture. "You may call me Fox." Pulling the revolver back and placing it onto it's respective holding case on his thigh, he removes his mask...revealing a hint of dark-faded red, vermilion eyes glistening under the absence of light, and his face; devoid of any emotion despite his cheerful tone.

"In truth, I much prefer to be indulged with my full codename- Zaiek Fox."​

Kahze nodded at Dan's story about Sakura. It plucked a string on his heart, in reality. Both situations seemed too similar. Both circumstances and excuses given by not only the Grenian occupiers but the Causican government itself weaved a similar thread. Under their similarities, Kahze placed his small hand on Dan's shoulder with sympathy. "To be honest..." He began, sighing, "This..isn't my house anymore...nothing's in it....and I'm pretty much a hob-knocker now.....at least you have a home..."

 

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Fox gave out a very entertained chuckle upon hearing Helena's tone with him. Hes heard about her jealousy towards the higher ranks, but this was too good to ignore. He simply felt a jolt of enjoyment, feeding off her envy slowly. The very entertained peacewalker kept his gitty voice down, " How should I put these words together in a neat bunch- Ah, yes...I want to know why a Reaper failed to do her job." Fox flashed his vermilion eyes at the woman, pausing momentarily. "Or how about this- why didn't you capture the...human bird."

He gave out a smirk, crossing his arms. " Or killed it, I should say."

 

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Under the sound of her response, Fox's eyes immediately closed as he prepared a hardy laugh. Was she really serious? Come on, the man thought. Never before has he ever felt such a jolt of entertainment through his veins. Surging pulses of excitement flowing towards every inch of his body, causing a smile to break through his usually dull face. For a moment, Fox kept his eyes closed and creped his right hand to a pouch-like compartment strapped to his thigh. Then the man let out a brief laugh, keeping his hand in that compartment rather lazily. "You're playing coy with me, aren't you?"

Fox opened his eyes, letting his facial composure return to it's professional seriousness. "You damn know well that I saw- We saw. I'm surprised you overlooked my abilities and of the Nightwalkers stationed in that area. But..." His voice mockingly trailed off. "..You can walk out without persecution if you agree on a little something that I will ask of you."

"You know that those birdy-men are supposed to be either hiding or dead, right? How about a deal, Helena? I'll keep my little trap shut if you choose these 3 choices." Fox opened his left palm, " Option 1: You go off into the institution and rip him away from the warm embrace of his 'woman.' That means, of course...you'll take him to somewhere remote-like and shoot him dead." Flipping two fingers into the air, the man grinned. "Option two- oh trust me this one's freaking funny. You just go tattle to his commanding officer and lie to him, saying that the little bird boy tried to kill you. He dies, and nobody will judge you. You might even get some worker's compensation." Fox then pulled up a third finger, giving a sigh. "Three: You go on off to the operation room or wherever the eff that nurse has him in and poison him. Give him a high dose of Diazepam with a mix of propothol and just walk away. No harm done to you, not even I will know what you did. And just for a fact...all those choices ensure our safety within our respectable jobs."

For a moment, he gazed at Helena in an attempt to identify what choice she was going to take. But there was a lingering doubt in her eyes, however. Fox knew she was trying to keep her calm and firm position. And without a push, she wouldn't even listen. Pulling out his concealed right hand from the compartment, Fox pulled out a gray feather. "If you don't want to play along, I have bird boy's plumage right here as proof."

 

Fox's eyes seemed un-phased, almost not surprised with the thought of trapping Helena in his little fantasy game. This man seemed unafraid and almost entertained by her anger. Fox never quite knew women can be like this, but then again, she was in the military. That explained enough for him. Smirking as he felt the heat surround him, Fox flashed his grim eyes at Helena. Hell-filled insane eyes they were- cold strokes of vermilion with barely any emotion. Helena's reflection on the man's eyes looked terrible and dull, not a bit of joy nor sorrow- empty. It was as if Fox didn't have a soul or a care for the world. His flattery and good charisma was for fools, but his grim eyes which pierced through any soul wasn't for anyone. The night began drawing into a deeply gray twilight. Clouds began looming over the base along with the sounds of nighttime animals lurking around the bushes and trees. Giving one moment away into the night, Fox nodded at the woman, blankly responding. "I wont guarantee you anything, Reaper. If my commander commands me to interfere, don't count on me refusing the higher call." Pausing, he slipped his mask back on. "Oh by the way, since you're going to be...busy with birdboy, I'll take care of your final target for the day. Yeah, I know...I'm not good with captures- believe me I spend my energy manipulating anything, but I assure you I can do a decent job. Consider this a welcome gift for you."

Without any further word; not even waiting for Helena's response, Fox quickly vanished in an illusion-like shroud. His hard boots sounding off into the distance towards Nova Korri.

Who was this target...? ​

 

Looking up, the receptionist behind the counter gave a tired look at Helena. Seemingly annoyed, she quietly turned to her computer and searched up the name the woman gave her. "Hmm...Arias....oh, Arias Emriesk Errin?" After finding the room number, the receptionist reached for a piece of paper and wrote down the location. "Room C9, it's just around the corner, you'll find him there. And who are you exactly? Do you want me to alert the patient you're here? It says here that hes awake, but you know...sometimes this computer lies and all.."

Around Helena, many militants- both Grenian and Causican walked around the hallways. Many of them holding simple conversations while others patrolled the area rather lazily. As the receptionist handed the paper to Helena, the nurse who took in Arias walked passed the counter where the Reaper was. The moment Sheila's green eyes locked with Helena's cold red eyes, she stopped and walked over to Helena rather warily. She glanced at the paper which Helena was holding and grimaced. "Ah...you came back to see Ari, huh."