2005-10-23 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: Gets off the horse, and starts to walk up the trail deeper inot the forest.

2005-10-23 [G:/enesis~]: *two U.N. guards run up to the man holding rifles, with blood on there nice camoflauged uniforms.* sir you cant go any further, this area is contaminated with a disease, were going to have to ask you to leave.

2005-10-23 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *his long grey hair hangs down to his shoulders, as he smirks at them, and draws out his katana from his back.* a contamination....humanity is a contamination, you destroy mother. and she is sick of it!

2005-10-24 [G:/enesis~]: *the two guards look at each other for a moment not sure what action to take, they aim thier rifles at him.* "sir were going to ask you one last time, leave."

2005-10-24 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *looks sadisticly at the men as he smirks, as he flips over the men, and cuts them both in half with his katana.* "mother does not want you interfering with her plans."

2005-11-01 [G:/enesis~]: *end of this part.*

2005-11-27 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *the teenaged thief girl felt cold and weakly tries to snuggle into the blanket that she was wrapped in, barely paying attention to the hushed voices around her*

2005-11-27 [Averon]: Tarron: Crim we're here *pets her on the head* Crim you there?

2005-11-27 [crowfeather]: Crimson: nnn... *opens her eyes slightly as her bottom lip trembled slightly, looks up at him a little*

2005-11-27 [Averon]: Tarron: There you go *picks her up in his arms* you are in no health to walk we've stopped outside the outskirts we are going to do the rest on foot

2005-11-27 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *looks shocked..* "what happened here!"

2005-11-27 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *rests her head against his chest as he carries her, blood dried to her pants which were stuck to her legs*

2005-11-27 [Averon]: Tarron: *exits the vehicle with his rifle on his back, Crimson in his arms and his magnums strapped on his outer legs* What you mean Fox? *he said as he jumps out the back of the truck* Oh SHIT!! *he looks around* (ok Olwe describe what Fox sees)

2005-11-27 [G:/enesis~]: *As you start to get close, you see smoke in the air. after you reach what used to be Eilondrie, you find your self shocked and unable to believe what it is you see. the forest in blaze, and blood everywhere. never before have most people seen so many dead bodies. you notice the victems are from both sides, and no survivers. most of the bodies have been cut in two by what appears to have been a sword. empty 5.56 shells lay on the ground. what ever it was, these men joined forces to fight it, and failed. One last thing goes through your mind before you can even moce from the shock...if these men joined forces, it must have been serious.*

2005-11-27 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *unable to say anything he just shakes in anger, as he clench's his fist, and blood runs down his knuckles from clenching so hard.*

2005-11-27 [Averon]: Tarron: Soooo...... *his mind is entering a state of assessment* What now...and what the hell did this?\

2005-11-27 [Averon]: Tarron: Soooo...... *his mind is entering a state of assessment* What now...and what the hell did this?

2005-11-27 [crowfeather]: crimson: *reaches out and manages to put her hand on Warfox's shoulder. even in her current state her senses were still good as she manages to get his attention. points over to the man's east direction*

2005-11-27 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *falls to his knees, as a tear runs down his face.*

2005-11-27 [Averon]: Tarron: *walks out into the burning field and screams* What the hell is going on here!!

2005-11-27 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *forces herself tos get out of Tarron's arms and forces herself to stand as if immune to the sounds of the screaming. limps towards the direction she had indicated before*

2005-11-27 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *punchs the scorched ground, and lets out a scream of anger. his bracelets begin to glow blue.* "AAAAAAHHHH!!!!"

2005-11-27 [Averon]: Tarron: *follows Crimson while screwing on the supressor to his 9mm handgun* What you sense Crim *he whispers to her*

2005-11-27 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *struggles to his feet, and wonders over to them.*

2005-11-27 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *gives a high pitched whistle only to have the responce of a whistle done in the same manner. As she stands there the sound of weapons clicking could be heard as a few of the remaining survivors emerge from their hiding spots and aim their weapons at her*

2005-11-27 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *looks at the survivors, U.N., and rebels alike, covered in blood, and ash on thier faces.* "what happened here?"

2005-11-27 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *could feel herself becoming light headed but managed to stay standing though her leg were in complete agony*

2005-11-27 [crowfeather]: *a small child peeks out from behind one of the rebles and looks at Warfox*

2005-11-27 [dead~spirit]: *one of the wounded rebels notices Warfox.* "a young man wearing a black trench coat with a sword came in here, killing everyone, it was like...he couldnt be killed..we tried, but...he just was so fast..and it was like he was 10 steps ahead of us."

2005-11-27 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *she ends up finally collapsing to the ground, softly whimpering in complete agony.*

2005-11-27 [crowfeather]: *the child that was looking at Warfox keeps hidden behind one of the rebles, latched onto the man's leg in fear*

2005-11-27 [Averon]: Tarron: *picks up Crimson and carries her back to the truck leaving them all with only two words* Project Zero

2005-11-27 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *whimpers a little as she slightly snuggles into Tarron's chest, gripping his shirt a bit*

2005-11-27 [Averon]: Tarron: Its ok Crim I got ya *nuzzles her face with his*

2005-11-27 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *quiets down a bit when she feels him nuzzles her*

2005-11-27 [Averon]: Tarron: *lays her down in a hammock and sits beside her* Your safe Crim *rocks her gently*

2005-11-27 [dead~spirit]: (it was project zero)

2005-11-27 [Averon]: (I thought that one was for a super soldier not a super assassin)

2005-11-27 [crowfeather]: (no clue.. ask him)

2005-11-27 [G:/enesis~]: (no prject zero covers both.)

2005-11-27 [Averon]: (K LEt me change that..lol)

2005-11-27 [crowfeather]: (god you two are so confusing) Crimson: *lays there resting, occationally wincing in pain but utters no sound*

2005-11-27 [Averon]: Tarron: So what now Fox you seem to know what all this is about...

2005-11-27 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *shrugs., still shocked by his friends being murdered.* "I dont know why it would attack this place, project zero was made by the U.N., why would it attack its own people."

2005-11-27 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *tries to sit up*

2005-11-27 [Averon]: Tarron: A rouge agent maybe? Like me.. *looks at Crimson* Rest Crim

2005-11-27 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *she shakes her head a bit as she sits on the hammock* you guys need me..

2005-11-28 [Averon]: Tarron: You are right Crim we need you..To be in good health *looks at warfox* So any ideas on what to do now?

2005-11-28 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *lost, he trys to restart thinking in his head..* "we should head to the Shamen Platform."

2005-11-28 [crowfeather]: Crimson: o_o the what?? are you crazy? wait you're former military.. of course you're crazy... you realize what the hell they do to any thieves over there?? worse then this shit.. *indicating to her legs. grumbles under her breath as she blocks the pain she was feeling* i have better chances at Cinbactie....

2005-11-28 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: "then lets go there."

2005-11-28 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *looks at him then sighs* fine fine we'll go to Shamen Platform... you're older then me anyways.. *winces and pulls up a pants leg to look at her leg which looks like it had beed shredded* god how I hate the fucking police... *slightly pokes at a few of the stitches that Tarron had put in when he patched her up*

2005-11-28 [Averon]: Tarron: Wherever you guys want to go is fine with me I just want to get away from this massacre

2005-11-28 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *just glances at Tarron when he uttered the word massacre, surprisingly not showing much of a reaction*

2005-11-30 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *late in the night she ends up wandering the battlefield, limping painfully as she walked. completely out of habit she scavenges the bodies, occationally finding something to eat or finds things that she could use for trade. occationally she would look around before continuing*

2005-11-30 [Averon]: Tarron: *Had taken it apon himself to wonder as well, he didn't know why. He put his NVG goggles on and went off into the night to hopefully gather some information on whatr happened here.*

2005-11-30 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *her head pops up and looks around, noticing Tarron's figure wandering in the nearly black night. licks her blood covered hand as she watched him slightly then goes back to what she was doing*

2005-12-02 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: sits down with the survivors, and tries to help them.*

2005-12-02 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *slightly covered in the blood of the bodies she had been going through and hands Warfox something that she had found which looked like a box but with the corpses seemed out of place*

2005-12-02 [Averon]: *Still sneacs through the night observing the motions of the animals and looks for movement of any kind*

2005-12-02 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *without a word she lets Warfox tend to the survivors then watches Tarron wandering around*

2005-12-02 [Averon]: Tarron: "Come on." *he stated into the night's cool air* there has got to be something here to give me a clue

2005-12-02 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *her eyes go wide as a dagger go past her, ends up in a fight with a survivor that thought that she was one of their enemies. even in her current state she was being able to block the attacks, completely used to seeing in the dark*

2005-12-02 [Averon]: Tarron: *Looks back and rushes over and grabbs the survivor* Hold up there buddy she's with us

2005-12-02 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *wobbles slightly but manages to keep standing* ....... ow... *rubs her jaw. looks at Tarron and sheepishly smiles*

2005-12-02 [Averon]: Tarron: *sets the man down and walks off into the night again*

2005-12-02 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *watches Tarron then looks at the confused man on the ground* you okay? *the man nods. sighs* going to be a long night...

2005-12-04 [G:/enesis~]: Warfox: *goes and lays in the back of the truck.*

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *limps back to the truck and climbs in, ending up cuddling up against Warfox for warmth. not meaning to, she ends up falling asleep with her head on his shoulder*

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *brings her cycle to a halt, maybe 200 feet from a truck. Turning if off, she looks around, her brow knit*

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *wakes up to the sound of the motorcycle, softly groans and forces herself up as she slightly limps to the back of the truck. keeping to the shadows she peeks out and looks around, seeing a strange woman she had never seen before*

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *swings a booted leg over her cycle, the pivots on a heel, warily eyeing the woman looking at her*

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *climbs out of the truck and Ailith sees that it was a teenaged girl with short spiked hair other then two long braids:one in the back of her head and one on her right side. she was wearing blood stained cargo pants, tanktop and an over sized well worn sweater. her light almost ice blue eyes looks at her*

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *lofts a brow at the young girl, one hand securing her gun against the small of her back*

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *notices the slow movements of the woman reaching something behind her, the dim light of the moon showing her slightly startled reaction on her face. out of instinct she ends up taking off running through the field of bodies, ignoring to agonizing pain in her legs as she headed into the dark forest*

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *cants her head, then looks over her shoulder. Seeing only darkness, she looks in the direction the young girl ran, a confused look on her face* "Uh..well then..I don't want to meet you either.." she mutters.

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: *a pained yelp is heard from the forest. When she was running Crimson had accidently tripped a bobby trap and was now dangling high in a tree from a rope that was around one of her ankles*

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *runs in the direction of the yelp. Upon seeing the teenager upside down, she chuckles, then climbs the tree. At the top, she whips out a dagger and slices the rope*

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: AHH! *falls and hits the ground, groans and curls up slightly. her pantslegs were slightly lifted and Ailith sees that the girl's legs were completely torn up. winces and manages to sit up, checking her legs and sees that some of her injuries had reopened and were starting to bleed again. curses under her breath* damn it.. not again..

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *climbs back down the tree swiftly, she pivots on a heel and approaches the young girl. Ignoring any protests, she helps the girl stand, and bring her back to the truck.*

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *wincing as she limps* y.. you're not a cop... are you?

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *chuckles* Oh, God, no. I kill them, though.....

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *winces but smiles* always good to know... *ends up sitting in the back of the truck, digging through the med pack as her body starts to tremble. she knew what was happening and knew it was because of what she was injected with* let's just say I hate cops...

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *chuckles again, leaning against the side of the truck* I don't know of anyone that would disagree with you....

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: you have a point there... *takes off the sweater that she had on and in the dim light Ailith could see the marks and bruises on her arms from where it appeared that she had been injected with something. digs through the med bag and pulls out a few things before carefully pulling up her pants with trembling hands and starts to tend to her legs which looked to have been through a shredder. her bottom lip trembled slightly as she tried to maintain control* so.. who are you anyways? not many have guns...

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *walks around to the back of the truck, and takes over control of mending the young girl's legs* I'm a mercenary... *her deft hands quickly clean the blood and dirt from her legs, and swiftly and securely wraps the wounds*

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: oh goody.. *was starting to tremble, leaning up against the side of the truck as the woman tends to her. mumbles* shit... god how I hate cops.. *weakly smiles at her* as a note... never steal from a High Guard officer...

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *chuckles lightly* I'll take your word for it... *she is quickly finished tending the young girl, fastening the dressing* There, that should hold for a while..

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: t.. thanks.. so... what's your name.... or will I get punished for that one too? *Ailith sees the various fain scars on her as she reaches for her sweater and puts it back on*

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *chuckles, shaking her head* I am Ailith. Just Ailith..... *her brow knits upon seeing all the scars and bruises on the young girl, but she doesn't say anything*

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *nods her head* they call me Crimson... if you ever get to see me fight it's pretty well self explanitory... *looks up and sees a pole, using amazing upper body strength as she pulls herself up so that she was standing in the truck.* o_< fucking ow... evil bastard cops.. *sharply exhales and shakes her head* okay.. so.. what are you doing here Ailith or are you anything like the jokers that I've been stuck with lately... *indicating to Warfox's sleeping form*

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *sighs* I was hoping to find an old friend of mine here, but seeing him *she nods toward Warfox's form* will do for now...

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *raises an eyebrow and smirks* then let me out of the truck before the rocking starts.. *carefully gets out of the truck* would suggest to keep the screaming down to a minimum.. I really don't feel like being shot.. again..

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *lofts a thinly arched brow* I am not looking for a lover, if that's where you're getting at. I prefer not to become attached to people. *her voice is low, almost hurt-sounding* I only wish to speak with him...

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *simplely shrugs* good luck trying to wake him up right now.. you might want to try in the morning.. you might as well get some sleep in the meantime.. unless you can't sleep through the smell of blood.. *climbs up to the roof of the truck, sitting there and yawns*

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *sighs, stifling the smallest yawn* I suppose you're right... *she walks over to her cycle and retrieves a thin blanket from lies in on the back of the truck, then lays ontop of it. After a moment, she is deeply asleep, whimpering occasionally as distant memories haunt her dreams*

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *glances down and sees that the woman was slightly shivering obviously not used to the weather. carefully loweres herself and gets a blanket out of the truck, limping over and covering Ailith up then climbs back ontop of the truck. yawns and curls up into a ball as she falls asleep*

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *she rolls over, whimpering, then becomes still again..*

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *softly coughs in her sleep as her body trembles, dealing with the continuing affects of the injections. curls up a bit more on the roof of the truck as she sleeps*

2005-12-04 [Furor Scribendi]: Ailith: *becomes restless, two or three tears on her pale cheeks*

2005-12-04 [crowfeather]: Crimson: *ends up trembling as she was completely unconcious, her breathing was soft but shallow*