Invasion of Hell [Closed RP]

spartan-joe371:

phazonhuntress:

saviorgoddessastrid:

astrids-templars:

Isaballea, and the Cleric went inside, yet seeing as the armored vehicles probably couldn’t fit, she ordered the crews to disembark. They would set up a perimeter around the palace entrance, ensuring that if this was a trap, then they would have a quick get away. Shlaereen could feel Astrids annoyance, and swiftly reconnected the mental link. “Astrid, were not a full army, were a strike force. We don’t have the numbers to take on such a massive force.” Shlaereen spoke to Astrid.

@saviorgoddessastrid

Astrid didn’t seem to reply to that statement.  Whether that was out of an unwillingness to admit that Shlaereen had a point or simply frustration was not clear yet.  Eventually, the group reached Adam’s Throne Room.  Adam was sitting on his throne, head rested on his fist.  “Ah, you’ve finally made it,” Adam declared.  “I was wondering how long it’d take you to get here.”

Adam shifted slightly in his throne, before declaring, “I presume you have questions before you are sent off on your way to deal with my enemies.  Speak, and I will tell you what you need to know.”

@phazonhuntress​

Nora glared at the image of Adam she was presented with,”You do nothing to secure our arrival, give us no co-ordinates to your location, and then act surprised when it takes time to find you? Are you intentionally hindering this mission, or are you truly that stupid?” She asks snappily, having no patience for pleasantries

“And you know what we want, so do not bother playing games with us, and tell us where your enemies are, and how to kill them”

@spartan-joe371

Joe was facepalming.  They were already off to a great start diplomatically.  “Right, Nora, just let me to do the talking here, alright?” he replied.  “I’d rather that things not get too heated, and it’s clear both you and Astrid are too angry to resort to proper diplomacy.”

Then, to Adam, he asked, “So, first question: On our way here we picked up a pretty massive army of demons on our sensors, one that’s getting bigger as we speak.  I’m assuming that we have to fight them? One of those Demon Lords we’re after, I take it?”

@fleet-admiral-red​

Red had decloaked the moment they met with Adam, the Fleet Admiral now standing beside Ruler as she gripped her standard a little tighter.

Neither of them liked Adam very much, but nonetheless the pair did their best to remain calm.

With Joe handling the main query of importance, Red remained silent, Ruler doing the same. Still, the mention of that demonic army they’d detected earlier left them tense.

His thoughts to Jeanne said it all.

“If we really do have to engage that horde…I hope we can handle it.”

@astrids-templars

[build]

(Since no muse was specified, I’m gonna go with Red(M) on this one.)

Red appears rather lean and wiry, with a height of roughly 1.70 meters.

Although he doesn’t appear to have as much muscle strength as more bulkier looking people, such an appearance is very deceiving, as his physical strength equals that of a Yahg.

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Invasion of Hell [Closed RP]

spartan-joe371:

phazonhuntress:

saviorgoddessastrid:

astrids-templars:

Isabella and Shlaereen moved about, with the vehicles reforming in a convoy fashion, with the more heavily armored taking the front, and rear. As soon as the convoy began to move, a single individual came out of the back, this young cleric draped in Templar robes, with a hood covering her head. She proceeded to make her way to Isabella, before whispering something in her ear. “Ma’am, I did as you asked, their ready for launch.” She whispered. Isabella simply nodded, before she gave a single code word, before two minature tank like objects left the vehicle the cleric came from, and began to scout ahead of the main group. “Not sure if demons use mines, but if they do, these little guys will find them.” Isabella explained.

@saviorgoddessastrid

“Oh, alright, let’s leave the army of demons alone then,” Astrid replied, her voice demonstrating a slight hint of frustration.  As the drones scouted ahead, there were no mines that they found just yet.  In fact, the rest of the path to Adam’s palace was quite calm, or as calm as Hell gets.

When the group reached the gates to Adam’s palace, an Imp answered the door.  “Oh, hello!” the Imp said.  “Lord Adam is waiting for you.  Please, hurry inside, don’t keep the master waiting!”

@phazonhuntress​

at this formal greeting, even Nora’s third eye rolled,”Oh yes, we don’t want to keep Adam waiting, now do we?” She asked, her voice heavy with sarcasm, her own voice showing she was frustrated and agitated. this was the only part of this whole exercise she wasn’t looking forward to.

She hated Adam, and she was going to make sure he knew that, and a couple of other things by the end of this whole ordeal,”Joseph, if this imp gets any more uppity…shoot him”

@spartan-joe371

“I’ll take that under advisement,” Joe replied to Nora mentally, before entering the palace.  He was still in his Power Suit, so he should be safe from any demons deciding to ambush them.  Admittedly Joe wasn’t sure what to expect from here.  He’d never been in Hell before (the old Spartan phrase of “Spartans never die, we just fall back to Hell to regroup” came to mind), but what he’s seen so far definitely wasn’t what he expected.

He had his Arm Cannon in a resting position, but one that he could quickly bring up to shoot if he needed to.  Clearly, he was expecting some sort of trap inside of the palace.

@fleet-admiral-red​

As Ruler strode behind Joe, a nearly-imperceptible tilt of her head was all that showed of her attention spent making sure the cloaked Red was safe.

As it had with her Master before, now it was Jeanne’s turn to feel a rankling discomfort, however slight, at being inside the palace of a demon of Hell.

The saint banished the thought as soon as it came. Her faith was her shield.

Red eventually joined his Servant’s side, remaining cloaked as his thoughts streamed across the link to her.

“A perfect place for an ambush if there ever was one. I will stay close, Jeanne. Alert me only by thought if you see anything looking off.”

“I will, Red. For now, forward.”

@astrids-templars

antifainternational:

allthecanadianpolitics:

politicalcdnmama:

@allthecanadianpolitics Some flag/symbol information so you can know the racists.

Thanks for the heads up, and before anyone goes ‘There’s no nazi’s in Canada!”, yes, yes there are:

Right-wing extremist groups ‘prevalent’ across Canada, study warns

Canada not immune to right-wing extremism

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Know your enemy

mxxn-kitten:

vampire-kohai:

mxxn-kitten:

stonedlilbrat:

mxxn-kitten:

Me- I don’t wanna go to class today. I feel out of it

*classes is cancelled *

Me- God???? Is that you???

Me: I️ don’t want to go to work today

Boss:

(Looks like God’s got both our backs today)

Bless this day ❤️❤️❤️

I swear this post is blessed or something because I said “I want a reason to go somewhere” while looking at this post and then pretty much just after, my mother asked me to go to the store to get some eggs since I used the last 2

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The Warrior Goddess [closed with fleet-admiral-red]

saviorgoddessastrid:

fleet-admiral-red:

“An understandable decision.” Red agreed.

He sat in that chair for a moment more, simply enjoying Astrid’s company as he thought idly on a few more things.

Nothing really significant, since those things that were would be handled quickly enough as he returned.

Red’s thoughts eventually landed on his two daughters. They had grown fast, and already they were making their own paths in life.

He smiled a little, remembering how they’d squealed in happiness when Astrid had met them at his home. Even as young adults, they still had that spark of liveliness that they’d possessed as children.

It may have been a rather dark thought to have, but he was glad Wolf hadn’t been around during most of their childhood. How many had died, or had their lives ruined because of the incidents he’d sparked? He shuddered to think of how his daughters might have turned out if they’d grown up in wartime.

No one deserved to go through that.

Red hoped this relaxing of their military response wouldn’t end up costing others dearly in time.

For some reason, Astrid seemed reluctant to unequip her Battle Regalia at this point.  She may be doing something right now that she can only do with her Regalia equipped.  In truth, she was currently observing about a dozen battlefields all throughout the multiverse, either simply observing their tactics employed, or guiding one side to victory through inspiring their commanders with strategies and tactics to guarantee their victory.  It seems that Astrid with her Regalia equipped cannot bring herself not to think about warfare in some form or another.

Just as Astrid observed many a battle at once, Red’s thoughts lay elsewhere.

More specifically, on Green. Seeing that his current operational status was marked as idle, Red pinged him in a digital, thought-only conversation. Here, at least, they could afford to drop the formalities.

“Green. We need to talk.”

“I read you, Red. It’s that issue again, isn’t it?”

“Perceptive as ever. Sending mem-record, listen clearly.”

And across the ether, a flash of entanglement as a stream of condensed memory transmitted towards its receiver.

“….”

“You know as well as I exactly why I pushed for these protocols, Red.”

“And yet what has become of us, Green? When we lay the material foundation for the Coalition, did we wish to lead it as feared tyrants? No. Yet our current ways of resolving threats…that you championed…will lead down a dark path.”

“Don’t think me such a narrow-viewed fool, Red, that I have not seen this coming. I know what you and Astrid want. I have heard her words. And I would be willing to oblige her request, if I have a question answered in return.”

“That being?”

“At what price will this reduction of our constant vigilance come? Against those like the Brotherhood, the Cartel, what can stop them save a clear, decisive response? They who will not listen to reason can only be fought, destroyed.”

“Despite your tendency for the sledgehammer in war, you more than anyone else know the value of restraint, Green.”

“Astrid’s words have merit, Red, and that is why I will agree to what she has asked. If this…reduction in severity will bring a better peace than the Sword of Damocles we hold, so be it.”

And with that, the communication closed. Red breathed softly, then glanced at Warrior Astrid.

“Green has agreed to a drawing back of force. We will proceed with a revision of protocols soon.”

The Warrior Goddess [closed with fleet-admiral-red]

saviorgoddessastrid:

fleet-admiral-red:

“I understand completely, my friend. You need not apologize about what was long necessary.” Red replies with a nod. He hugged Astrid briefly, grateful that they were able to have this sorted out.

Admittedly, he’d intended to approach Astrid on this issue a few times in the past, but always put it off due to guilt. Fortunately, he was now talking things out with her about it. So that was one thing crossed off the proverbial list.

“That reminds me, Astrid. In all these years ever known each other, I never did have my friends meet you in person. Shall I invite any one of them to Terra Hope sometime?”

“That would be pleasant, though perhaps it is best that I meet them without my Regalia equipped,” Astrid replied, returning the hug to her friend.  “I do not wish to give them the wrong impression of who I am by meeting them as a War Goddess.  After all, I do not think that they would truly understand that my Regalia ends up massively changing my being.  Everything that I am capable of ends up changing, including my own divine powers, and that is obviously something that would confuse your companions to see me as a War Goddess and not my usual form of healing and mercy.”

It’s clear that Astrid is fully aware of the changes that her Regalia induces upon herself, so it doesn’t seem like she becomes a completely different person in the process, merely gaining alterations to who she is normally.

“An understandable decision.” Red agreed.

He sat in that chair for a moment more, simply enjoying Astrid’s company as he thought idly on a few more things.

Nothing really significant, since those things that were would be handled quickly enough as he returned.

Red’s thoughts eventually landed on his two daughters. They had grown fast, and already they were making their own paths in life.

He smiled a little, remembering how they’d squealed in happiness when Astrid had met them at his home. Even as young adults, they still had that spark of liveliness that they’d possessed as children.

It may have been a rather dark thought to have, but he was glad Wolf hadn’t been around during most of their childhood. How many had died, or had their lives ruined because of the incidents he’d sparked? He shuddered to think of how his daughters might have turned out if they’d grown up in wartime.

No one deserved to go through that.

Red hoped this relaxing of their military response wouldn’t end up costing others dearly in time.