thecapitol | COMBAT A

This is it. He can feel it, finally returned to him, so long missed. It buzzes up under his skin, through his veins and bones, up through the core of his horns and in behind his eyes, the missing piece of his soul finally returned home. Alive and rapturous, the Initiate grins wide. He climbs up onto the hood of one of the stopped vehicles before they enter the mouth of the cave on foot. He stands tall, spreads his arms wide, palms up, and he calls out over to the group.

"MOTHERFUCKERS OF ALLEGIANCE FORCED! My fellow assailants, warriors, soldiers, and other unnamed combatants! WE STAND BEFORE OUR ENEMY AS ENEMIES IN TIMES PAST! But in the fine fucking culling hour, we've been deemed all to be in a unity against that all which we stand the fuck against! OUR ENEMY IS POWERFUL BUT NOT SO POWERFUL AS WE! They are not as so intimate with the cull and kill as we! THEY DO NOT KNOW DEATH AS SO WE DO! And motherfuckers, they do not know true fear! BUT IN SHORT MOTHERFUCKING TIME THEY WILL. They will know fear as they will know judgement of the holy above after we grind their bones to dust! AND THAT FEAR, MY MAIN MOTHERFUCKERS, IMPIOUS AND PIOUS ALIKE, WILL BE OUR OWN MOTHERFUCKING SELVES! It will be us what all they fear, AND THAT FEAR WILL MARK THEM TO THEIR LAST SECONDS!"

He closes his eyes. It doesn't really matter if they're listening. He's too... alive to care. This is his element. And with his eyes closed, these could be his people. And this... this is his battle. His war. And oh is he ready to fight it.

"He has been returned ability, his most blessed of gifts, his chucklevoodoo, what all will make this possible and for each one that gets to daring at to challenge will be met with this in our stead. BUT BY END OF BATTLE THIS FEAR WILL BE PROVEN TRUE! For in this strife we are fit to conquer! ON THEIR WRETCHED CORPSES WE WILL STAND MOTHERFUCKING TRIUMPHANT, WITH MESSIAHS TWO OVER SEEING THE RIGHTEOUS RAUCOUS WHAT ALL WILL BE MADE! By song and horn of subjugation, by dusk hour's stroke, LET US HEAR THE BATTLE HOLLER, A FOE'S FEARS HAVE AWOKE! Under name of the Messiahs two, we shall rake these sorry souls clean of their carcasses for the grand deliverance, and so may an ay men be up and called forth, and leaving not but one thing what all must be asked; ARE YOU MOTHERFFUCKERS READY AT FOR SUBBJUGGLATION OF THESE UNFORTUNATE FUCKS!?"

His eyes reopen wide and so begins the rapid strobe-like flash of his eyes, pink to purple, purple to pink. He hops down off the vehicle. Passing over those in the group before him, he feels out with the threads of his voodoo, moving in waves, to the creatures in the cave.

And to his enemies elsewhere.

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A voice comes over their communicators once they get underway. "Eren? Eren, can you hear me? I need to talk to you. It's important." In the shuffle before the operation, he hadn't been able to find him and talk to him more openly, but he'll have to do what he could to get his message across to Eren without giving away his secret.

"Armin?" It's strange hearing his voice over the device, but he's not going to question it. He spares a glance over at his teammates, grimacing a bit as he shifts the gun he holds. He doesn't know how guns could be more useful for blades, but he supposes that against an enemy that doesn't regenerate and with no known weak spots, guns would be the best bet.

"What is it? Does it have to do with the mission?" Though he's not sure how Armin could know more than he does about what he's seeing right now.

"Yes, it does," he answered. "I can see on this machine that the tunnel is going to get very narrow, smaller than that tunnel inside Wall Sina in places. Stick to the weapons you have, alright?" He just hoped Eren would catch on to what he was trying to say. "Make your shots count. But if you get stuck, I'll be there to help you, okay?" Obviously there was more that he wasn't saying, and to the others that could hear, it would just sound weird. But he had a backup excuse prepared, assuming Eren could handle a bit of a blow to his pride.

Armin wanted to keep Eren's power a secret for now. He know it could do a lot for him in the Arena, and if he showed all of his cards, it would not be hard for someone to find a way to take advantage.

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Dan was aware that his team didn't really have any reason to trust him. He wasn't a Tribute like they were. It was the first time he had been around the Tributes though that he didn't have on his white Peacekeeper uniform. It was a choice that would probably have been frowned upon by some of his comrades, but he didn't want something else causing him to stick out like a sore thumb. He could always explain it away easily by picking colors that better molded into the darkness of the tunnels. He had on dark brows and grays and he doesn't force himself into the leadership role.

He'd rather just get it, get the job done, and get back out.

To be quite honest, Iskierka couldn't care less about who was in her team. All that mattered to her was that they'd promised she could have her fire back and that was all she really needed. Especially when it came with being told that she could fight something. There was, admittedly, the fact that tunnels weren't really the best place for dragons, but that was less important. Instead, she turned towards the others in her group as if to make certain that everyone was present and accounted for, and then proceeded to head for the tunnels without so much as a second thought.

After all, why wait to get to the interesting part?

"Intel to Team 2." The radio suddenly picked up. "Please keep pace with your teammate. Do not let her out of your vicinity. Over."

"You want us to keep up with her? Why not have her keep pace with us. Or better yet, let one of us ride with her."

Cuthbert wasn't upset, just on edge. He hadn't had a gun in his hand in months and while shooting wasn't something he thought he would ever forget, it was still more than a little nerve wracking to have to worry about being a bad shot AND being killed. Clearly being a bad shot was the worse of those two options, but one could easily lead to the other.

"Just tell us when we're close, the visibility here is not at its best."

"Right now, you are at 300 yards and closing to the nearest heat signature." From where she was, Homura flipped her hair. The ffff sound from it was faint on the radio. "Iskierka, please slow your movements. You are drifting from your teammates, over."

Dan watched her go out and then went after her, not wanting her to be totally alone. He hoped she would listen to the suggestion to slow down, but for now he wanted someone to have her back.

That and he wanted to show that he was just as ready for this combat as they were.

There's a soft huff of irritation at the request to slow down. Fortunately she's heard enough of people speaking up through strange devices to not be too concerned about the sound of voices coming from nowhere, but that doesn't change the fact that she finds the request to be unnecessary at the very least.

"I don't see why I should be made to slow down when they could just as easily speed up."

Still, she does slow a little. As much as she's pretty sure that she could be just fine on her own, she supposes someone has to make sure the others don't embarrass themselves too badly otherwise.

Pruna stared at the gun, she was trying to go through all the pieces that Sandy had taught her, and trying to remember how to fire it. It didn't look too difficult and she was sure she could manage it. Her face was still painted in the Initiate's paints, she had refused point blank to allow the stylists to wash it off. Telling them it was to help her in battle.

Now all she had to do was make sure the stupid people in her team didn't get her killed. She looked at them and grinned, bearing her teeth. "Do you all be being ready?" She just hoped Sandy would be aright, and wasn't too scared.

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To shoot or not to shoot... wasn't really a question. Though guns weren't really her thing. She preferred another sort of projectile when she the choice.

They weren't exactly going after normal baddies, though. This was more destroy or be destroyed festivities. With movie aliens. Though she'd still prefer to just toss them off the planet if she could...

Again, though, it wasn't really an option. Anymore than shooting the little girl who'd stabbed her in the neck. So there she is, standing stiff, looking annoyed. "Ready when you are."

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Julie's personally all for kids with guns. Sure. Best way to keep a ten year old alive is buy her a gun. The problem is, sometimes kids get that look -- like they're not entirely sure the bullet's gonna come out of the right end.

Those kids should probably never have guns. Not when she's gonna be near them with said guns.

Still. God, if it wasn't a relief to finally have on in her hands. Too bad this whole mission-for-the-Capitol thing is screwing with her. She likes surviving on her own, thanks. This is getting too close to the General for her.

Though the weird way she talks earns her a look, Julie's more concerned about the smaller girl. And her face paint. "Do you know how to use one?"

"I do be knowing the theory." She told her wrinkling her nose and glaring at Barbara. "They do no be existing in my world but I can be using other weapons and people did be talking me through using guns." People being Sandy, but she seemed to know what she was talking about so Pruna trusted her.

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"Police commissioner's daughter," she muttered, looking at the gun and making a face. "I'm familiar with them." Not that she likes them, or has ever fired one. Her father always wanted to keep her away from that stuff.

But she was familiar with the theory, at least. She'd figure the rest out some time later...

So that's a no and a no. Call her bitter, but -- she used to be arrogant about them, too, until she was literally an inch from shooting herself in the foot and Grigio left that lesson afterward like a bruise on her skin.

"Maybe they're hoping we'll shoot each other for fun," she says, running a finger down the barrel. It's not until she has one in her hands she realizes how long it's been since she's been home. Where she had an arsenal for the taking. And soldiers who could shoot straight.

Not that that saved Perry. "Julie, by the way. I guess we're a team."

Pruna smirked at that, "Maybe they did be deciding we did all be being too boring." She gave Barbara a look again.

"They do be calling me Pruna so you can be calling me that too."

Hey; don't mistake distaste for inability - even if she's never fired one... you're talking to the girl who taught herself to throw homemade batarangs. Successfully. In two minutes. Under pressure. She's a fast study. Probably something to do with that super-brain she doesn't know she has.

"Barbara..."

After he finishes preaching to his group and hops off the vehicle hood, he heads on over to his designated team and makes to familiarize himself with the weapons. He doesn't particularly fancy the guns, though he takes one. The explosives on the other hand are a little more interesting.

His true weapon however, makes itself clear in the way his eyes have not ceased their pink-purple flash. Nor has his grin faded for a moment.

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Over his communicator, a familiar voice crackles to life only a few seconds after his sermon:

You unrelenting dork. I hope you're getting ready while you're doing all that grandstanding.

"Of motherfucking course I'm preparing, who all do you think I'm at to be?" His voice has a crackle to it of its own that has nothing at all to do with radio static. "AND FOR RECORD, AIN'T NOTHING ALL BEING WRONG WITH A LITTLE MOTHERFUCKING WARM UP."

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You must be burning up by now. Too much warm up, not enough shut up.

She doesn't sound like she's actually scolding him though. Just giving him a hard time for the sake of teasing. There's a distinct pause, though, like she's not sure that she wants to say what's on her mind.

...Be careful out there, okay? Don't forgot to listen.

"Oh fuck you," He says, without putting any effort in to it and still grinning. "BETTER THEM ALL TO BE WARNED. To have grasp and understanding at for that which I intend and they must do. THAN FOR A FUCKER TO GET JUMPY BECAUSE THEY AIN'T TO KNOW."

He gives a pause of his own, a quirk of his brows, and the smallest bit of surprise and confusion.

"I ain't endeavoring to die. I'M HERE AT TO MOTHERFUCKING CONQUER. He's listening now."

I know. I wouldn't think you would be doing that sort of endeavoring. Just be careful. Don't get carried away.

She doesn't know what else to say. Maybe it was a little bit too serious, there. But this isn't like the arena. If they die out there, they won't come back, and maybe that worries her a little. But the seriousness feels too awkward for her, and after a pause, she resumes a lighter tone:

You owe me swimming lessons, remember? You're not allowed to back out on those, not even if you die. I'll have to use your dead body as a life raft. I'm sure it would be really embarrassing for all parties involved, so don't even think about putting me in that situation, okay?

"PYROPE. You say at that like getting carried the motherfuck away couldn't all up and include carefulness and not fucking dying. YOU SAY AT THAT LIKE MY RAINING FUCKING RIGHTEOUS JUDGEMENT UP UPON WHAT ALL THOSE OUGHT TO BE JUDGED WOULDN'T BE A GOOD MOTHERFUCKING THING."

He notices the shift in tone. But he doesn't say anything to point it out. It was better to leave that lie. No point in turning it over.

"And the fact at you think using a body for a motherfucking life raft would all save you and keep you afloat says at for the fact that if I kick wicked shit and you still needed at to swim, you're motherfucking fucked, sister. HE'S EMBARRASSED ALREADY; FOR YOU."

Ooh, Mr. Fraysong, please! You're making me swoon. How am I supposed to concentrate with you whispering sweet nothings about righteous judgment in my ear?

She laughs, but partly in an effort to cover up how much she enjoyed that. What he said, not her teasing. Not that it means anything, of course. It's just teasing.

Try to save some embarrassment for yourself, though. If I'm driving the Chucklefuck Liferaft, I'm pimping it out with the most biznasty trappings you've ever seen.

He rolls his eyes, even as she knows he can't see it.

"You're just going at to have to motherfucking deal ain't you?"

Of course. Just teasing.

He barks a laugh, partly of surprise. "CHUCKLEFUCK?" He laughs again. "Please, Pyrope, how shall he ever motherfucking fair at with the know you intend at to play dress up with my casing, on it's vacating?"

I don't know how to deal. I need a fainting couch before I swoon myself right onto the floor.

And yes, Chucklefuck! I figure you're already used to rainbows and shit, so your dead body shouldn't mind neon pink and lime green too much, right?

"HE DOES HOPE THE BRUISE WILL BE COLORFUL. It ain't worth it if it ain't. AND ON NOTE OF MOTHERFUCKING THAT, HE SHALL TAKE THOSE COLORS. Ain't to be shamed for the like of none. IF HE IS DEAD AND SHE IS BLIND, MIGHT WELL MAKE OTHERS SUCH TOO, NO?"

Laughter crackles over the communicator.

Sounds like a fair assessment to me. Toot, toot, all aboard the GlitterShit Galleon. Blindness and Death for all.

But seriously, we should probably cut the chatter. We've both got very important work to do in the manner of keeping you assholes alive while you murder everything else. A grand and noble cause.

"Suits him all the same, you're all to be the one what contacted him personal. YOU KNOW AT SOME AMONG SUBJUGGLATORS OFFER BLESSING BEFORE BATTLE. But he knows you're a goddamn heathen what would shrivel at the word. PERHAPS HE SHALL SEE YOU AFTER HE MURDERS EVERYTHING AS ALL SHE SAYS. The grandest of motherfucking causes."

I could give you the most biznasty whoop whoop, but we both know that I am averse to being a colossal tool and that I wouldn't really mean it.

Still! Have fun out there in slaughter-land, Fraysong. I'll be watching.

Ian was concerned. It was one thing to be going off hunting aliens, it was quite another to be doing it with people he didn't know. Especially when he didn't know what they'd do. And even more importantly, ones who acted like that.

He stole quick glances over at The Initiate as he chose the flame thrower, thinking he'd be able to control it better than he would the guns. "I hope you're taking this seriously."

((OOC: Not 100% certain where this tag should go - I can move it if it's wrong))

The Initiate lifts his head up and turns to Ian, fangs still bared in a wide grin, eyes not blinking near as much as they should as they flash.

He laughs and there's an odd layered echo to his voice. "Completely." He grips a gun in hand and contemplates giving it a spin. "AND YOU, BROTHER?"

((OOC: perfectly okay!!))

"Yes," Ian said cautiously, giving a sceptical look up at the Initiates eyes. He was going to make sure to keep an eye on him, not really trusting him.

While they waited for the other two members of their team to arrive Ian gave in to his curiosity. "Do your eyes always look like that?"

He chuckles again. "Only through a particular use of his voodoo does this all get up to be. THROUGH VOODOO USE MOTHERFUCKING PARTICULAR IS IT ALL TO BE A THING WHAT GETS ABOUT. Normally he could instil fear simple without such effects, but this is all to be a little bit more delicate work it all is. GOT ADDRESS THINGS SPECIFIC AND INDIVIDUAL."

How could he help it if he was having fun? He could still be serious all the while in his humble opinion. And he could enjoy being able to sense and feel the fear of those around him again, flowing in steady waves like his shore. Ian's weariness was just another bit of that. He feels it, but is careful to leave it untouched.

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"Right," he said slowly, not at all sure what any of that meant, but wasn't sure he was likely to get a better explanation than that. "I'll take your word for it."

He busied himself studying his weapon, making sure he understood how to use it, without trying it out. "With all of these people the aliens won't know what hit them." That he was feeling optimistic about.

The Initiate shrugs, a 'suit yourself' sort of gesture. It wasn't entirely hard to guess that Ian hadn't understood. It wasn't like no one had ever struggled to understand him before.

If he hadn't already been grinning, he would've done so at the latter statement. "DEAD AS ASH. Dead as motherfucking dust. HE DOES HOPE THEY ARE ENJOYING THEIR LAST MOTHERFUCKING MOMENTS," He snickers. "We have more soldiers. AND OUR WARRIORS HAVE AT POWER WHAT THEY AIN'T READY FOR. Done, they already up and are."

Ian looked at him askance. He was a little worried about someone so bloodthirsty. It could lead to him getting himself killed for one thing - and the rest of the team if he wasn't careful.

"Let's go and find them first," he said, as the rest of the team joined them and they were all dropped off at the tunnel. "Stealth is going to be the best way forwards here." He gave the Initiate a look, hoping he could be quiet and stealthy.

((OOC: I asked Anna's player on Wednesday if they still wanted to put Anna in this plot and they never replied, so I think we should just carry on ourselves, otherwise we'll be stuck waiting for the rest of the team forever.))

Normally he might eye his team-mates. Offer a glare and growl, word to stay out of his way, but right now? Right now he is far, far too giddy. He ignores Ian's side-glances.

He hefts his weaponry at ready, staring down the dark tunnel. Bonus for him. He could see far better in the dark. He focuses his voodoo again, sensing out to where his enemies lay.

"CAN FEEL THEM ON THIS WAY," He says, gesturing with his chin. "Collected all on the fuck at the end of there they all are."

((OOC: Got it o/ ))

Ian didn't ask how he could feel them, deciding it might be better not to know. And if he was just making it up they'd find out at the end of the tunnel.

"Surprise is our best weapon, so let's keep quiet." He started off down the tunnel, hoping his eyes would adjust to the darkness enough to see the aliens. There hadn't exactly been a discussion on it, but he had quietly elected himself leader.

He rolls his eyes. So uptight. Couldn't this human see they were about to have fun? Finally he was free to do what all he wanted. And what he wanted was to make some motherfuckers pay.

Surprise their best weapon. No, he thought, his voodoo was his best weapon. His fear song. He's half tempted to mutter word of 'FINE', right into Ian's head. Watch the man squirm as the word took formation out of his own anxieties. Maybe later.

Instead, he does a zip-lip hand motion, grinning all the while.

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