Recovery in a hand basket

Subject: Recovery in a hand basket Fri Jul 23, 2010 9:07 pm

My body slid to a stop onto the roof of the Venturion Academy. I could see bodies and bullets lining the front courtyard, with sand bag barricades at the front. This place had turned into a bloody warzone while I was gone. There were a few of my men in the courtyard, moving the barricades forward. The steel gate had been beaten open, so they attempted to fully slide it open to minimize damage. Utterly, that plan had failed and ended with the door coming off completely. I shook my head, but was happy that at least the academy was still in one piece. I would use the skylight entrance to move into my office, where Heather and Megan were waiting. Megan, holding a clipboard and going over the medical supplies listing, turned to smile at me, glad that I was there. Heather had some adjectives to throw that I would ignore. Dropping my clothes off to the side, I walked casually past them and into my bathroom, where I would take, finally, my nice hot fucking shower. Business could wait a few minutes. The shower, hot, steamy, and making me fresh and clean, was the most amazing thing I had experienced in the last six months. As soon as that was over, I would walk back across my office while the two of them discussed the immediate repair plans for the surrounding parts of the city. This was a great chance for us to branch out and become a political force here, especially since the div would probably have their hands busy elsewhere.
Pulling a new, white suit from the closet, the door would slide shut in front of me. My clothes felt amazing, and proper, and now I was back at home. Shaking my wet, blonde hair back behind my head, I would stop them where they were.
“Heather, get the Division on the line. I have returned, and am commencing a sweep of the lower commons, south west corner. Our gym facility and medical wing are open to use as a makeshift hospital, and our cafeteria has enough to supply the school for 3 to months. We have enough beds in the dorms to house their men for breaks as necessary.”
Picking up her cell phone, she would immediately make the call, knowing that the emergency lines were probably the only thing up, and power was out for most of the area. The only thing saving our school was the electrical transformers that had been installed to gather and store power for emergencies. Unfortunately, the back up power would only last a day or so, so we would have to assist them in getting that back up as well.
“Also, get my glass of tea ready, and have everyone report to the front courtyard. I have returned.”

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Sat Jul 24, 2010 1:16 am

Taking a seat at my desk, I would look up to the others. Megan still held her clipboard, waiting on my command. Leaning back, the chair felt nice, familiar, warm, something I had not had for months. It was great that they had carried on without me. If anything were to happen, Heather would assume command and carry on as normal. She knew I was a spirit, and happened to be perfectly fine with it as long as it helped her reach her goals. A yawn would escape my lips, while I remembered how tired I was from fighting that other spirit. Come to think of it, we had dealt a large amount of damage to that sector. I had never really thought about wanting to get in contact with the division, so it was a bit of a problem when I needed to get a hold of them. I trusted that my assistant would be able to take care of it. With a steamy screech, the noise let the bar up letting me know that my tea was ready. Megan took care of it for me while I pulled a familiar white suit jacket across my shoulders. Nodding to heather, I would depart the room with Meg before flying at full speed through the academy and outside. It would have been easier to just go the way I had come in, but I wanted to get a view of the inside. It looked like a warzone, but was intact. Thank god.
Upon arriving, I would see that the twenty or so soldiers had been assembled. It was nice to see some efficiency here. They all looked tired and stressed, and probably wanted an explanation for the nights events..
“good evening.. or morning.. or something in that area.. I know you must have a lot of questions, and I commend you for your hard work and dedication in protecting this facility. I will give each of you the information you have earned, along with a paid week vacation.. Until then, Constant Vigilance! You have fought through the darkness, and now we step forward into the recovery effort. We must assist our city in its repairs, and protect its people. Go forth and assist the city government, military, and police in locking down this area. This is our turf, and no one will take it from us!! Dismissed!!"
There were quick stomps followed by a single salute. After that, they dispersed. Some went to lockdown the medical wing, while others checked the gym to make space for the injured. A few went out towards the streets to find anyone wearing a division uniform. I shook my head at the thought of assisting them.. right here. I would help them everywhere else, but I needed them out of here for now. At least I could extend the gesture peacefully, and fulfill my part of the bargain.
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Heather moved herself to the other side of the room while pulling her phone from her pocket. Dialing the cities emergency number, she would immediately request the division twelve, before insisting that she be patched through.

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Sat Jul 24, 2010 6:55 pm

After Heavenly Manifestation Arc
... Time: Night > Day
... Location: Future Realm

The battle was insane on the mere scale on which is spanned, ranging somewhere between tragic and epic. Somehow, it turned out that the earth’s forces were enough to battle back the insane amount of demons that had ventured into the city with the given added help. The light from above had given humans some type of power and energy boost, caused the demons to shift into disarray, and even make some try to flee; on top of that, we were added greatly by knights from the sky who vanished without a trace after the battle. It seemed a bit much to attempt to swallow, but I wasn’t about to complain about the added assistance. It would seem that Angel’s did exist, even if they were nothing like the alleged one we captured and released earlier. It was nice to note that unlike our resident angel, the ones from above seemed to go home when they were finished doing good, instead of lingering about with questionable objectives. As assumed, there would be no audience, or interaction between the heavenly hosts and the humans, but that much was fine; things would resume as they always died with a bit of mystery added into the mix. It wasn’t like I was prepared to be the ambassador for the humans to heaven anyway.

After the tiring battle, the city was left in ruins. Millions of dollars must have been spent in ammunition alone; I, myself, had run dry near the end of the battle. Though the bulk of the demon army was defeated, there were still remnants of demons shifting about the shadows of the city and causing damage here and there. Even after such a battle, the Division could not be granted rest. After the final charge, unlike the others, I could not simply celebrate in the victory over the primary objective of fighting back the large demon army. I found myself barking out orders to have what’s left of the police and emergency forces secure the city and access the damage; we had work to do that didn’t end here. The size of the city was so vast, though the bulk of the Division’s forces would be called back to the Metro to protect the heard of the city; the much larger city police forces would be able to cover the streets outside of the metro. To my men, I expressed that the fight was not over and that we had to stay alert; there was no telling when the enemy may come with a secondary wave or continue their attack. My first goal was to make sure that HQ was online and safe. Due to the fact that the barrier had been compromised as well as the Metro defense grid, it was most important, as far as the Division was concerned, to make sure the organization was stable before they could assist the city’s resources in rebuilding the rest of the city. My reasoning for this was that we could best protect the city if we were recomposed and regrouped. As the night moves on, we are lucky to find that the enemy does not come back, but needless to say, during this time, the full resources of the Division would be utilized.

With the Division 12 HQ still standing, saved from disaster by some unknown force, the full area of the City Metro is secured by Division 12 forces. The primary objective is to get the barrier and the city defenses back up and running. Assuming the generator was not hit by the attack, the barrier should come back up as it always does after being overpowered. Afterwards, teams would work through the night to examine affected areas within the metro. The large three block craters among others would be areas of interest to block off and inspect to make sure they did not host something like demon eggs or spiritual remnants. The weapon systems are tended to and work begins to access what main lines need to be reconnected while much of the HQ runs on auxiliary power.

Personally, I would remain busy through that night and probably the next few days. As the figurehead of an organization of the city, I wouldn’t be calling shots on anything larger than the bounds of what our division is able to do. I would basically be on call for the mayor and important city officials for the purpose of being call upon and chewed out for the current status of the city. I probably would not find sleep or rest for the next few days. Notably, I would, in my communication with the major, express my desire to inform the citizens of the current situation. Terrorists would not do; the city could not trust us to protect it nor could it fully protect itself, if it did not know what it was up against. This would break several taboos, but after much thought on the topic, I went ahead and voiced it to the city administrator.

As far as incoming calls to the Division, no doubt they would be plenty as the Division would be busy with the 911 overflow and monitoring of calls. What lines that were still working, as well as old fashion communications such as radio waves, would be utilized in the dispatching of police or operatives. It was a given that there would be people trapped under wreckage, families separated and other traumatic experiences. When the call from Sanzon’s organization comes in, they meet with an operator who asks, “what type of emergency they were having.” Afterall, the Division 12 was known as the SWAT of the city and nothing more except to the government. Chances were low that the corporations would be calling the Division directly, since they would be reporting to other administrative agencies and insurance companies; the city would have to come together for this rebuilding process and everyone would have to do their part. Since we were the super police and not the city government, I would focus our efforts on protection over rebuilding.

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Mon Jul 26, 2010 12:28 am

I looked across the initial damage report for the lower commons immediate area, in conjunction to our location. The amounts of dead were we had outside were steadily piling up, and the Medical wing was already beginning to take in residents. Heather sat at a makeshift desk next to mine, since a group of supply chests had taken up her office. We were going to have to empty the three month storage facility to provide for these people. With power still out in most of the city, it would be a pain to commence with a full rescue operation for the locals.
“Heather, what is the status of Div activity..”
“Metro focused..”
“Figures.. “
I sighed, leaning back in my chair to wipe the hair from my eyes. There were so many things that needed to be done, and it felt like we were being thrown to the side again. It wasn’t me, it was their people.. I didn’t understand the humans, but that was why I was living down here and getting to understand them more before returning to the heavens. A deeper breath came out of my lips before continuing our conversation..
“And your calls?”
“Negative sir.. lines are swamped as you expected.”
“Figures...”
This night had been deep and busy, with the entire organization on its toes to bring in the wounded, and give temporary shelter to everyone in the local area. I thought about it, and wondered if the city would consider its stance of spirits not existing anymore. Now more than ever, an alliance against whatever those things were would be necessary. I may not have done it on my own, but with the help of the other spirit we had been able to nearly kill one of those spirits. I bet the div didn’t even get that on film for us either..
“Hey.. take care of things here.. I’m going to pay them a visit..”
“wh-“
Before she could finish, I was out of the sky light and into the night air. If the phones were a disaster, and power was a problem, that was something that I could help with. The only way to get a focus in the lower areas was to either expand my own initiatives, or assist the Division in getting their centralized location back up and running. I saw them much like a beehive.. when their home was attacked or damaged, they would recall everyone and focus just on protecting it until it was back to being at full operation. I had a lot of electricity I could give them if they needed a temporary jump or something, but that wasn’t the point. I had fought that demon twice and didn’t know his name.. There was valuable information and intelligence that could be shared between the two of us.. if that human was willing to see me.
Flying through the night sky, I would lift myself higher, taking up towards the cloud line before dipping back down. Approaching the city metro, I would notice that that barrier was not in fact up, a strange sign that brought a smile to my face. Oh well.. Not like I was here to do anything out of line anyway, just a friendly “hello”, and offer to keep assisting. After all, by the time they got things up here the lower commons may be a warzone of disease. How were they going to cover this one up? Im sure it had been easy to cover just me up, but with that amount of demons it was not going to be as simple.. Oh well... again.
Judging by the barricades on the streets, the buzz of people, and the general amount of lights towards a certain building, I could figure that it was the division twelve. Keeping my electricity down, I assumed they would know that I was coming. My speed was slow down to a near stop, three blocks away, to wait for any signs of hostility from them.

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Mon Jul 26, 2010 7:04 pm

After Heavenly Manifestation Arc
... Time: Night > Day
... Location: Future Realm

So at the moment, the Division 12 was centered on protecting the Metro from demons attack after very powerful demons came in and attacked it. Before the barrier is back up, a ‘powerful’ demon comes into the City Metro. The Division had several instruments and vehicles not on the power grid that were able to monitor and track spiritual activity, so as soon as Sanzon came into range, he would be spotted as a spirit. Aside from the anti spirit paranoia that was probably high at the time, it was also notable that the knowledge of Sanzon working with the Division may not have been known outside of the single squadron that was assigned as his contact. As far as I was concerned, Sanzon was an enemy agent, and if I allowed a spirit to be free to help us catch more spirits, I wouldn’t make that information public. Aside from that, the order for Sanzon’s release was given directly to Jyn who carried it out. Anyways, all that is said to point out the obvious that Sanzon would probably be, and is, shot, or shot at, when he comes within range. Judging from his actions, it didn’t seem as if he would be expecting it… oddly, it’s not clear what he is actually expecting a reception. Anyways, moving away from mixing innuendos IC, the scene is as such; as Sanzon comes within range, his position is reported, he is identified very quickly as a spirit entity and a hidden and, assumedly skilled, sniper fires at him, aiming for his chest following the necessary trajectories, taking the atmosphere into account, and whatnot, before his identity is scanned and run. If doing anything other than falling to the earth to be shot more, he would be shot again, perhaps by someone different and with hopefully better accuracy… and again… rinse and repeat. The entire Division 12 force would not take a chance with letting anything fly and land into the Metro that wasn’t human.

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Tue Jul 27, 2010 12:44 am

I wasn’t about to play this whole game again.. A sharp pain would move through my upper chest, near the collar bone. A light spurt of my blood would be released into the air, giving me the same mindset as I had before. I thought those nanite things would have helped with this, but I guess not. “ emperor of the skies, scream..”.. those would be the only words to escape my lips before thousands of yellow lights would swirl up and around me, closing in to make a single large orb. I would refrain from firing for a moment while I grabbed at the wound. Fuck.. another white suit ruined.. If I got a hand on the human that did this, I would electrocute their body into ash. The red would stain the white coloring, making me even slightly angrier. Not a single one of the orbs would move away from the close proximity of me. Pulling my legs up to a sitting position, I slowly rotated my shoulder to flex, while putting pressure on the wound. God damn snipers. I really needed to learn how to teleport.. I hoped that the lightning would give off who I was, and cease the hostilities towards me. I would hate to have to level more of the city to escape their fire. After all, I was on their side, and just spent a long day dealing with a rather powerful spirit whom I had intelligence to share. If I could make it back to the academy, Megan would probably be rather irritated at me for getting wounded so easily, and Heather for me being so reckless in coming here.

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:18 pm

After Heavenly Manifestation Arc
... Time: Night > Day
... Location: Future Realm

Instead of breaking into a frenzy, the firing stops when the lightning tiger encases himself within the confines of his technique. There was no telling what shooting it would do and it seemed to be more of a defensive measure than anything else. There is a call that comes to my cell as I surveying the Division 12 HQ to be brought up to speed on the assessed damages. I had received many calls from outside lines and redirected them to go through Izumi, but I kept a line with central control. I am advised over the phone, “a spirit had entered into the City Metro skies. We fired on sight, but now he seems to be protecting himself in a bubble of highly charged particles.” The use of electricity was a giveaway, so it was almost unnecessary for the controller to add, “our records indicate that he’s the same demon who attacked the city some time ago with the fire demon, registered as Sanzon Loki.” Hearing this, I find myself okay with the fact that he was shot, somehow. Curiosity kept me from giving the order to ‘take him out’ since I figured I could call the shots I wanted to, being the leader of the Division and all; he was just one demon… no one would miss him. Giving the order, I speak, “hold fire on him and hail him down. Shooting him more may prompt him to attack, the fact that he hadn’t attacked yet means…” Well, it didn’t matter to the controller what it meant, since he wasn’t anyone important for me to continue explaining. I rephrase my continued statements by speaking, “bring him to me, you should have my position through my phone.” The confirmation comes, “yes sir” and then the phone conversation comes to an end.

Nearer to Sanzon, the hostile actions would halt, and over a loud speaker a voice would call out, “Sanzon Loki, please come down and be treated for your wounds. You are to be transported to Commissioner Asei.”

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:38 pm

A light bit of blood came across my fingers, causing em to cringe slightly at the sight of it. For someone who was combat oriented, I really didn’t like the sight of my blood. Maybe it reminded me that even I, a higher order being could be destroyed at some point. Holding it there, the firing stopped. I waited for a few moments in limbo until something, probably a city wide communication network, hailed me down. Dispersing the balls of light, my body would float towards the ground while contemplating the message. Commissioner? He was in charge of everything now? Greeaaaaattt... I had a few things I wanted to complain about, and the first was shooting me. Flexing the muscles in my shoulder, I could feel injury pulse a bit. I would instinctually head for a lighted area before planting my feet on the ground. My hands would dig casually into my pockets, even though I had a hole in the front of my body.
“it will heal, you guys can buy me a new jacket though..”
That would be the second one that the division had ruined. Without wanting to waste any more time, I would go with them. I had a lot to share, and wanted to get this on the ground as fast as possible. Seeing the other higher spirits come down to assist the humans was unheard of, especially since they were sworn to their neutrality. The fact that they were able to move openly like that posed a serious issue for down here. There were many questions I had as well, but those could wait.
“lets go..”

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Tue Jul 27, 2010 10:34 pm

After Heavenly Manifestation Arc
... Time: Night > Day
... Location: Future Realm

It would be noted that the demon would forgo treatment, so since he stated that his wound would heal, the members of the Division would keep it at that and move on to the primary objective. The area of his landing would lose immediate focus since everything seemed to be fine here for the time being. There was an entire metro to cover after all. A single team would be assigned to bringing Sanzon to the HQ, and depending on his proximity to HQ, that could either be done via vehicle or by foot. After whichever transportation method is carried about, I would find myself exiting the front doors of the Division 12 HQ as he and his entourage would be making their way towards me. I would be alone, since I carried no real reason to have anyone other than Izumi at my side and there wasn’t the luxury to have people serving as decoration when they could be working. On arrival, I nod to the men who bring Sanzon and advise for them to return to their posts. My gaze shifts to the lightning tiger and I comment as my welcome, “you’ve been MIA for quite some time.”

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Tue Jul 27, 2010 11:29 pm

Upon taking movement, my guesses at the layout of the inner city had been closer than I had anticipated. It was only a short walk to the location where I would finally lay eyes on the man to do more damage to me than any other spirit ever had. While I had a ton of animosity towards him, I had been the higher being and put it out of my mind. I kept my hands in my pocket, while looking around. Last time I had seen him he had be chained to a floor underground somewhere. Without wasting time with “how ya doin..” pleasentries.. I figured it would be best to get to business. Besides, he probably had work he wanted to get back to anyway, and I wanted to return to the Academy as soon as possible...
“Yea.. I got tied up in the past realm.. Ya miss me? I wouldn’t come here if it were not of some importance..”

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Wed Jul 28, 2010 6:41 pm

After Heavenly Manifestation Arc
... Time: Night > Day
... Location: Future Realm

“No,” I answer in my normal monotonic manner. It was the truth; the less demons in my life, the better, or so I felt. I figured since I had him here, I could get my questions answered. I didn’t know what his concept of ‘something of importance’ was, but hopefully it had to do with the information I wanted to know. I found this demon to be oddly interesting; to me he seemed to try so hard to be a human, when I knew what he really was. Of course my demonic prejudice was not clouding my image of him, or so I would claim if asked. But overall, this was an interesting experience for me; coming up the way my life did before I joined the Division, I never thought I would be leading a city wide organization of spiritual crime stoppers and holding a conversation with someone who could easily level a partial city block with a single attack. Back then, things were so much simpler. I continue in my speaking as I question, “…though, you picked a convenient time to make your return. Did you know about what was going to happen before hand, or just coincidence?”

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Wed Jul 28, 2010 7:39 pm

“Complete coincidene, and I am not happy about it at all.. I wanted to come back here and get a nice cup of tea with one of my buddies, and this shit went down and all.. which brings me to why I am here.. We almost killed one of those things, and I can see they did a toll over here in your neck of the woods. You mind getting a cup of coffee while we have a chat? I would like things to be a little less formal and business like.. its unnecessary right now.”
I sighed after talking fast. I had come here with a few questions, the primary referring back to a question he had asked me on our first encounter. At that point I had known very little about those things called the pillars, but with several powerful spiritual entities popping up and running amuck, it seemed like there would be something to do with it. I bet he would be happy to know that we nearly killed one of them as well, but I would save that bit of intelligence for later. To a human, I guessed that things would seem extremely bad, but from my point of view it was reparable. Man, how far was it to gothstone from here? I would fly us over for some tea, but I bet that he wouldn’t dare go on a flight with me.. oh well. Maybe some other time. There was this really cute chick that worked there, and I had kinda been getting to know her. On second thought, she said something about dating this guy at the div 12.. so maybe it would be a bad time to mention that as well. Great.. Back to business..
“Unless you prefer to hold an interrogation out in the middle of the road..”

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Wed Jul 28, 2010 8:00 pm

After Heavenly Manifestation Arc
... Time: Night > Day
... Location: Future Realm

“Our coffee maker was destroyed in the blast… and the auxiliary power is to be used for more urgent matters than coffee…” I remark, drawing attention back to the current atmosphere of the city. I doubted that there would be anywhere open to sell coffee after such an event; on top of that, it was getting late in the evening. I knew of the demon’s propensity to talk and with the city council hounding me about the status of the Division as well as other matters to attend to, I wouldn’t be at liberty to delegate him the time he seemed to desire. From his words I am able to understand something, however. Assuming, by buddy, that he meant someone like him, I conclude, “so you and someone else weren’t enough to take down one of the enemy? I find that a bit disappointing, but your effort to remain within your agreement with the Division is admirable.” At that time when I was a Captain, I was set as his point of contact to report to, though I could easily set him another point of contact to refer to, I would decide to play matters concerning him pretty close to the chest. I continue, “if there is an urgent matter that you have knowledge of, I would appreciate if you expedited your message. If you wish to chat, I’m afraid now is kind of a bad time… I can have my secretary set up an informal meeting if you like.” The words were only partially laced in sarcasm; though he was playing nice now, my take on his attack on the city weighed heavily in my mind. First impressions were hard to shake, afterall.

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Wed Jul 28, 2010 8:58 pm

Figured as much would be the result of coming out here. The city was in shambles and I wanted to have a coffee break with him. I had enough tea at my place to hold out for a while, but I had no idea how long a while might actually be, especially with the clean up involved. A sigh would come from my lips before relaxing a bit. I thought across the battle, and wondered if they had been able to see the massive storm that we pulled down. I would be disappointed if they missed it.. There was a lot more than I wanted to discuss here in public, so this may give him the urgency that I was hoping for..
“Yea, we even pulled down a massive lightning storm to try and get rid of him, but he was teleported away before we could find him and finish the job. Remember back when we first had our little incident.. you asked me about the pillars.. ring a bell?

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Wed Jul 28, 2010 9:40 pm

After Heavenly Manifestation Arc
... Time: Night > Day
... Location: Future Realm

I come to the conclusion that I would have to pull the tapes of the closest cameras which survived near the region where they fought, but at least his words explain what the large lightning chaos was in the skies just before the huge sun like attack rolled down onto the Metro. The lightning I saw, no doubt came from this demon who seemed to use that as his signature, but I had no idea he would be able to pull out something on the proportion of what I saw out of the Enforcer’s window. The fact that something survived being hit by whatever that was, was an even scarier thought. I had a pretty good idea that the pillars had something to do with the demons who were on television. I didn’t know that they were the pillars, but I had come to the conclusion that they knew where to find pillars, if they were an actual object or some type of spiritual weapon of great power. I would be interested in Sanzon’s take on it. Answering his question, I acknowledge, “Yes, I remember inquiring on such a thing. I take it you now hold leads on the matter?”

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Wed Jul 28, 2010 10:05 pm

“Lots of demons with massive amounts of power.. how many massive energy signatures did you pick up? The demon that I fought against was a solid ice user, and used it at a level I had never seen before. Even in the heavens, there are few who could perform that level of elemental power. I hate to admit to it, but we were hard pressed to stay alive against him.. and if they didn’t get whatever they came for, they will be back. My counterpart and I showed them that we could take them down.. and I am not sure they will come back for a simple social visit...“
Finally, I could get to the point of why I came here. If we were already waiting for them upon their return, there was a chance we could mount a proper offensive against them. I wasn’t about to wait for them to come again and be unprepared. Especially since they came once, and this time nothing had really been done to protect against them returning.

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Wed Jul 28, 2010 11:08 pm

After Heavenly Manifestation Arc
... Time: Night > Day
... Location: Future Realm

I begin, “our numbers confirm that the major hitters matched the number of demons introduced in a news broadcast.” It comes to my attention that he may not have seen the news broadcast, so he would not know anything about it. As I speak, I pull out my phone and open it up, navigating to a news video feed from the Realm and playing it. The phone moves from immediately in front of me to a position of being held between us in my right hand as a holographic protrusion would rise up and depict the news hijacking of earlier. While doing this I would continue, “two demons took over an El Goog broadcast and introduced their allies.” I would allow the rest of the video to explain itself as I continue, “there’s no indication that they would have a reason to lie. If what you’re saying is accurate, they’re so insanely powerful that they don’t care whether we know of them or not.”

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Wed Jul 28, 2010 11:23 pm

Yea.. I had no information on that broadcast. The simple fact that they were announcing it in public to the human world was a huge breach of politics for the other world. I was rather surprised to hear this, and even more so concerned. If they held no regard for the way things had operated between our realms, then we had even more of an issue. I hoped that I was wrong, but something else came across my mind.
“They have no regard, nor would they care.. however, your offensive against them worked decently, just slowly. We proved that there are those of us here that can stand on an even ground, and will. If they come back, we can handle it. I know you don’t like me, and we aren’t on “friendly” terms, but I am fighting for my home as much as you are. “
Something told me the other spirit wouldn’t be around next time unless I brought him here. A bit of worry would come at the thought of fighting him one on one, and that just reaffirmed that I was not yet strong enough to hold my ground in a single combat against him. There would be a lot more training on my part, especially if I had to prepare for fighting him on a solid ground.
“If we are ready for them.. their arrogance may be to our advantage. They wouldn’t expect an alliance between our worlds to be waiting for them..”

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Thu Jul 29, 2010 6:57 pm

After Heavenly Manifestation Arc
... Time: Night > Day
... Location: Future Realm

After speaking, I look up to judge Sanzon’s reaction while watching him view the broadcast; he seemed substantially surprised by the contents of the transmission. When it was all over, I close the Realm application and close up my phone, placing it back into my pocket, ignoring a vibration that was coming through advising of a call. I pull it back out for a moment to check the ID of whoever was calling before placing it back in my pocket and looking up to Sanzon. Thinking over his words, I found he was very adept at understanding my view of him; though someone would have to be rather slow not to feel the vibes I was putting out. After he talks I counter, “so you’re protecting your home as well… which is partially here and I’m assuming partially in the past, since you’re only here for matters of importance… now you’re looking for an alliance of worlds… I don’t follow. You are a resident of this world, correct?” After saying that, I remember something and I continue, “…actually, there were some spiritual beings that descended from the skies and assisted in our battle. I’m assuming they already have their objective thought up and are in the process of carrying it out. Are you coming as a representative of them?” If he knew the group that came down and fought against the demons at the opposite side of the battle field, I would be interesting in meeting them and figuring out what their ultimate goal was.

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Thu Jul 29, 2010 7:30 pm

I thought about his question for a moment. The simple fact that the military presence of my world was willing to come down here wasn’t the point of the conversation. That simple fact meant that it was dire enough of a reason to have to get involved. Our political system was much different from theirs down here, so I figured it would be easier to just explain it from the bottom up..
“You humans don’t get it.. the reason that some of us came down here was to counter the greater spirits. They said to stay out of the way and not get involved, that this was not our problem. I happen to like it down here. For the most part, through everything major that has happened, including us going into the past, the higher order, the order that I descend from, has kept its distance and pushed away. Now, something has warranted their involvement, to a scale where the silver army descended to this realm of existence. “
Taking a breath, I would slid my body back a step in a half turn to look around. Even the city metro was in shambles from the battle. What a shame that their high level of technology was not enough to prevent something like this from happening. I still had not been able to get to the point of coming here for my own reasons, which was freer rein in the lower commons.
“If the balance of order shifts, repairing your little city will be the least of your worries..”

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Thu Jul 29, 2010 9:11 pm

After Heavenly Manifestation Arc
... Time: Night > Day
... Location: Future Realm

I wondered if I should ask ‘what do you mean… you humans’ as if his remark were a form a prejudice. Regardless for the reason they came down, it worked in my favor. We had not asked for it, and it wasn’t known what may have happened if they hadn’t come down, but I was not about to base the safety of my city on the hope of assistance of others. It was my belief that humans had to be self sufficient or they would be taken over by the spirits; it may start off under the guise of peace, but throughout history between different types of people, the ones who were strongest were normally always in power. I personally didn’t care about the balance of any order, so I would not give much stock into that concept; that sounded like something Izumi would be concerned with. Disagreeing with his words, I knew to myself that the city was the most of my worries, because a world where even that couldn’t be protect wasn’t any type of world any human would want to live in. Deciding that I did not care to discuss my views with Sanzon, I expedite, “what is it, clearly, that you are suggesting? I, and the Division I represent, are not administrators of humans, we are enforcers. The path of humans is dictated by our government. There is an order to things and furthermore, there is no need to formally draw an agreement or declare an alliance to anything; you are under orders of the Division to assist us, so it goes without saying that you would assist us. That is the price of your current life and freedom. Though there is no need for an alliance, if you have intel for a counter offensive, then I am open to listen to and act upon that.”

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Thu Jul 29, 2010 9:25 pm

The human had no allegiance to the spirits, nor did he want our assistance. Such insignificance was to be expected from someone whos only train of thought was to follow orders. I had seen how they take care of their own, but in the spirit world things were different. The watchers, our own form of government, would not have allowed the silver ones to come down if it weren’t important. I could only guess at what their reasoning was, but I was glad they had done it none the less.
“You are stretched far too thin to cover all of the ground.. I have a facility in the lower commons that can handle medical evacuations, along with supplying food and shelter to as many as I can. Give me authority to handle the area that you care little of. Right now, the little policing that your government does is disgustingly inefficient, and only in my way. I said I would assist you, but I owe you nothing, this is simply me taking care of my own territory. You have enough on your hands right now anyway..”

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Fri Jul 30, 2010 6:52 pm

After Heavenly Manifestation Arc
... Time: Night > Day
... Location: Future Realm

I start out, reminding, “I’m flattered that you think you can receive that authorization from me, but the mayor has yet to speak yet.” I continue, “you refer to two different functions; policing and peace keeping services. If you have resources, then help people. I’m sure you won’t be penalized for it, since at times like this, the city has to stick together in order to help others. I certain you confuse the purpose of the Division. Protecting the city is a given, administrative tasks fall elsewhere. Regardless to whether the normal police are in your way or not, they are an organization of this city’s government… and they’re doing their job. Your organization is within the city which is under the government’s jurisdiction, the same government that has authorized us to protect it. I suggest to do what you can tonight to help as many people as you can and we will do what we can. So long as we are helping the city, we are indirectly assisting one another. Though that is common sense, I’m not convinced that this meeting has been a waste of time. Now I know that you think you owe us nothing; I will take that into account at the appropriate time since the process of determining your usefulness can wait until things have settled.” The person who took him off death row was no longer in charge, though punishing Sanzon seemed like an unnecessary distraction.

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Fri Jul 30, 2010 11:04 pm

For a moment, I would start rambling on about something completely insignificant.. “oh yea.. to my side request.. two suits your men have ruined? Least you could do is give me a number or something I could do to call ahead.. I am tired of being shot every time I come to have a friendly chat with you.. if I wanted to attack that stupid barrier again, I would.. it is a fascinating way to test my strength.. but it would be easier just to tell you I was coming, or invite you out to my place..”
I knew where the proper jurisdictions would lay, and I wanted to make it clear what and where I was operating out of a clear respect for the human that was now in charge. It would have been rather easy for me to ignore that other spirit, however he came to us.. that showed something else of interest to me.. I wondered what his patience level was.. I had to be pushing it at this point.. and inside I was smiling at my final thoughts.. time to spill it.
“That ice demon came after me.. if one of those things views myself as a threat, then that means they will probably devote resources to dealing with me and the other. . . it should give you some other free time to operate. I am willing, to return to my realm to gather as much intel as possible. Until that happens, I need to know that your men will stay out of my way in the Lower Commons until this ordeal is over. I told you I would assist your government of my own free will, not because I owe you, but because it is of mutual benefit. I have kept my part of that bargain and will continue. Don’t forget that. “

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Sun Aug 01, 2010 11:57 pm

After Heavenly Manifestation Arc
... Time: Night > Day
... Location: Future Realm

I found it interesting that he would mention something about his suit. “You wouldn’t have to worry about being shot if you called before you came,” I advised him, “furthermore, you’ll probably want to be out of the Metro by the time our defenses come back up.” It would be pretty tragic if he became Swiss cheese right before my eyes. Since it seemed like he didn’t know I comment, “we’ll be meeting outside of the Metro when we do me; you don’t have a free pass in the city’s core.” I wasn’t about to see about fixating it so that our defense system would -not- target him, as if he were a normal demon; in my eyes, he didn’t deserve such a thing. Since he seemed pretty confident in his not owing us anything, I decide to put something in his head as I speak with a calm tone, “you were dead for some time before the Division gave you life back. We had plenty of time with that body you’re in.” I allow this time to sink in before I comment, “so… in the event that you’re right and you don’t owe us anything, I will no longer need you. At that time, I make the call and then boom; Sanzon chunks. Your suit will be the least of your worries.” I counter reference the statement made about the city and my worries in a type of sarcastic tease; I figured having him think there was a bomb in his body couldn’t hurt anything, and it was totally plausible. I conclude, “I feel we’re finished here. Thank you for your report and I look forward to interfacing with you in the future.”

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Mon Aug 02, 2010 1:21 pm

A bomb? inside me? Impossible... there was no way, at least in my head, they would do something as inhumane as the demons.. then again, this human was different from others. I had met decent, honest humans, and fought to protect them. This one was nothing like that, and there was little difference between him and the demons that fought to destroy him. He would cut down any spirit, regardless of their alignment, just because they were a spirit. It was that prejudice that irked the ever living shiz out of me. What a pain in the ass he still was.. you would think after nearly being blown away he would be more cautious. If he was really showing this much forward verbal assaulting towards me, it meant he was probably confident in his ability to keep me on their leash. I had been dead for a while, and I didnt feel like testing his little theory out. I would just have to work a little on the side to take care of it. Interfacing? What was I, a simple computer? Man, humans could piss me off..

"Yea.. send a number to the academy so I will know how to contact you. I look forward to our next engagement. Try not to get yourself killed between now and then."

With that, my body would godspeed the hell out of there. I had work to do, and an entire other issue to take care of before heading to the spirit world.

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Subject: Re: Recovery in a hand basket Mon Aug 02, 2010 6:28 pm

After Heavenly Manifestation Arc
... Time: Night > Day
... Location: Future Realm

I would stand in the wake of his retreat. A short smirk would come to my lips as I figured my bomb comment affected him. I wondered if he would have his people MRI scan him or an equivalent; that would be funny. Our Intel advised that his operation was not suited to find what was actually inside of him, so there was no worry there; I would rest easy in the technology of our massive organization compared to the little guys. Now that play time was over it was time to get back to my job; there was much to do and I had miles to go before I slept. He mentioned a counter offensive at one point in his rambling, or at least I thought he did… that was actually a good idea. I would have to look into it. He seemed eager enough to combat against the demon foes; I figured he could be useful in that aspect. Before the humans made a full offensive, we had to take what we knew about our enemy thus far and learn from it… we had to develop technology that would keep us from being crippled like we were in the past… I would have to schedule meetings with our R&D groups and set my objectives, since the perseverance of human life was my top priority. Until then, I had a city to get back on its feet and that barrier needed to get back up. My back turns to the direction that Sanzon had gone and I make my way back towards the entrance to the Div 12 HQ.

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