Quest for the Scythe (RPG)

From the moment he saw her, he had fallen in love.  She was the sweetest, nicest person he had ever met, and when their relationship began getting more personal and intimiate, he felt like he had everything he had ever wanted.  He was at peace.  Many times when he was fighting a villain far stronger than him and was on the brink of losing or giving up, he would think of her, he would think of the prize that awaited him back at WAL HQ if he survived....the warm hug, the sweet kiss, the sincere "I love you."  He had said it many times before and he knew it to be true...she made him a better person, made him stronger, more determined, she made him the person he was today, the person that now stood looking down at her body in the white coffin, struggling to fight back the tears, trying to seem strong in front of their many friends and family.  He felt that maybe if he showed a strong demeanor, if he showed that his broken heart was still intact, it would give the others strength. 

Just three days had passed since he had last seen her, but without her touch, without her loving words, those three days felt like an eternity....an eternity in a strange world of mixed feelings; of anger, of sorrow of regret.  Still...he couldn't deny that those last days, she had truly been acting strange.  The hugs weren't as warm, the words weren't as sweet.  He felt as if she was hiding something.  He would ask her if something was wrong, if she need to talk about anything, but she replied with barely audible "No"s.  He knew there was something wrong, but as he tried to console her by hugging her tightly in his arms, his communicator began beeping wildly.  It was a frantic message, he was to a respond to a new threat by the name of Aran who was terrorizing Camp Pendleton.  Obi looked at her with saddened eyes as he said goodbye.  It seemed as if she had suddenly came to life.  She hugged him tightly and kept telling him "I love you, I love you, I love you."  He laughed softly as she kissed him in the cheek.  I love you too, Angelita. and I'll see you later.  She began to stall him and kept hugging him, refusing to let go.  He hugged her tightly one last time before saying in a joking manner, Calm down, babe, I'll see you back here tonight, ok?  I love you.  As he made his way out the door he felt rain drops begin falling on his head and pulled up his hood while smiling back at her.  She was standing there with a blank look on her face, a mixture of happiness and sadness.  Little did Obi know the psychological torment that his girlfriend was feeling at the moment.  She knew it was the last time she'd see him....but he, he had no idea.

After a couple of hours of traveling southward, Obi got to Camp Pendleton.  He fought hard alongside the soldiers who were based there and a handful of other superheroes.   After hours of  intense battle, Obi was finally able to subdue the assailant and win the fight.  Quickly afterwards, the wounded were treated and everyone celebrated.  Many of the soldiers and minor superheroes took advantage of their meeting with the famed Jedi and began to ask for autographs and to take photos with him.  Obi hated to disappoint his fans and signed the autographs and posed for the pictures.  As news crews got there, he began giving short interviews on what had transpired.  In the middle of one such interview for the Spanish station, Telemundo, his body froze and his brain began to feel very numb.  Something had just happened..something...terrible.  A blank look occupied the Jedi's face as he uttered only word that could come to his mind, Angel. Angel, he repeated, Angel. 

Without another word, Obi ran to his swoop bike and got on.  Something had just happened.  Something had just happened to Angel.  Obi took off at full speed towards the north, towards his home, towards Angel.  That night was one of the worst he had ever endured.  Even now he could remember the ride to WAL HQ.  It was torture not knowing whether the girl he loved was in danger or not.  But it was even worse when he found at what had happened to her.   During the funeral he had remained quiet, except for the speech he had given in front of her friends, team mates, and family.  After the funeral when everyone made their way back home and reflected upon the moments they had cherished beside Angelic Reaper, he remained alone and refused to mingle with the rest.  He couldn't help but think that If he had been there for her, if he hadn't been signing autograph and acting like total ass for publicity, maybe this would've never had happened. 

As he made his way back to the WAL building he saw Feral Nova coming out of the entrance.  She seemed bothered, but Obi knew she had something on her mind, she knew something, he didn't and that wasn't something he was very happy about.  Stepping in front of Feral Nova he looked at her with a serious look.

Tell me...tell me what's going on.

"Dammit all."

It was another hill of rock that jutted out before him - nothing but snowcapped peaks and the occasional (and often unwelcome) gust of wind that carried both snow and a chill with it. Wars was Russian by blood and garbed in hefty cloaks bought from the finest markets that concerned its visitors with traveling gear, but the Himilayas were far too rugged for his tastes and the scattered temples offered little (if any) protection from the nightly cold in their ruins.

He had been sent three nights ago as a part of a team to search for a scythe fabled to bring the boundaries of existence to its knees. He desired that power for his leader - a thus unnamed character that was shrouded in darkness at all times. However mysterious the cyborg's master was, Warsman trusted him and would die before his plans fell into decay. As mentioned before, Warsman was part of a team in this mission - some henchmen he had selected himself and a few yaks layered with equipment and supplies. They had set up camp the night before under a rock that had wanted to fall into the valley below it, but became stuck a few meters above the ground. However, this was less than comfortable (but was still mroe pleasant than tents in the snow) and the expedition was annoyed by lack of sleep and good drink - just water that needed to be hugged close to the chest lest it froze.

Warsman took a stand at the top of a rocky slope that ran down into a steep cliff, the rock below growing outwards menacinly as if they were teeth in a mighty jaw of the earth. He marveled at the world of white around him, but quickly ignored the beauty for the cold and continued to walk - this time along a narrow path that only allowed for single-file travel (wide enough for a yak to tread upon it with care, however).

The path was slow and annoying to traverse and the sun went from low in the east to a near-perfect center in the sky whence the path was conquered. It opened into a wide plain of snow and ice that was littered with ruins of a past people.

"Could've killed them to build a bridge, the bastards," Warsman said aloud, hugging his cloak tighter as the noonday winds started to pick up.

His companions filed around him and scouted out the ruins for signs of another party other than themselves. Most found nothing, but the last to report yelled in German - their native language and the one they spoke with when excited or full of joy. There, on the farther of the steps, was a trail of footprints, carefully concealed by a brush or a small dusting tool. Warsman scoffed at the discovery and bade everyone their firearms at hand and cocked, lest they would be caught unawares in an ambush. The yaks stayed behind near the stairs of the place, digging through the snow in search for some late breakfast.

ronin stood next nova during the funeral he knew it was taking a toll on her and it was just as hard on him but still he wasnt as close to AR as nova was.the whole WAL team was present and accounted for. each one dealing with the death of their friend in their own way. for ronin the hardest one to read was obi. he stood silent almost as if he was sad. but the look in his eyes begged for comfort. for ronin he had a hard time showing any emotion he had seen so many people die and so many friends get killed in war that he was almost unable to feel anything. but still it was hard for him but just like obi he dealt with it in his own way. after obi and cap both gave their comforting speeches ronin walked up to the coffin and places a single red rose on top of the fallen beauty.her presence seem peaceful much better than the last time he had seen AR. for a second ronin remembered how she was the last time they had seen each other. she seemed to distant and as if something was really bothering her. But the feral warrior wouldnt dare ask what was wrong he believed in finding you own way and he trusted that when the time came she would find her way. now ronin regretted not talking to her or at least acknowledging that he could see there was something wrong with her.

After the funeral ronin went to the WAL mansion. Cap had called him before the funeral and told him that they needed to talk.ronin could hear the tension in the WAL leaders voice as if there was something going on that he couldnt face alone. Once at the mansion ronin quickly went right to caps office where he sat down in chair just in front the team leaders desk. after a few jokes and some catching up both ronin and cap got down to business discussing the trials at hand. Cap told ronin about the missing scythe and how angel had sacrificed herself for the good of mankind and for the love of her friends. He then went on to tell ronin that if the scythe wasnt found that it could spell disaster for the world as we know it. After the talk both cap and ronin shook hands and left the office. as ronin left the WAL mansion he could still see the sorrow on all the faces of the WAL members but he just couldnt find the right things to say. So he quickly made his way out of the building.  with a quick look back at the WAL mansion ronin was gone. He vanished blinking himself back to the Z tower.

Once home ronin called a meeting where he would discuss what was going on and what needed to be done. Ronin asked TGK to use all his books and computer know how to do as much research on the reaper as possible. Ronin also asked one shot and risky to join him on the mission  that lay ahead. the only problem was he didnt know where they were going. Without thinking ronin asked Ztrange if he could use his magic to help locate the scythe and if he could at least pinpoint what country it was in. "For now team were going to just have to sit and wait and hope that TGK and Z can at least find out something!" with that being said ronin left the meeting room and went down to the danger room where he would find his comfort in his long time friends untimely death.

Lightning pierced the sky as the Dark Lord, Daimonius sat on his throne inside an imposing fortress created by The Masters of Hell.  Suddenly, the dark hooded figure looked up and placed his hand on his massive chest as if something touched him.  "It's happened..." he said to himself.  So long ago, he had once bonded and temporarily controlled a powerful force of evil.  There was so much power there, and he was one of the few beings whose body could physically withstand it.  A small part of that entity still remained with him and he could feel it.  Right now, it was calling to him, begging to be realeased.

Then, Dark Spartan rose out of his throne and summoned forth his most trusted beings of evil.  When they were summoned in the great hall, Daimonius approached them with an ancient scroll.  This scroll appeared to be thousands of years old.  "My brethren of chaos...... I have just been made aware of something......." he said in a deep voice.  Holding up the scroll, he said "The time has come for LEGENDS to be resurrected.  It's time to bring back and control the entity known as Dark Angelic Reaper!" 

The hall of villains lifted their hands and roared loudly in chaos.  Then, after examining the ancient text which only he could read, Dark Spartan sent several of the members to diferent locations throughout the globe in order to recover certain artifacts which would give them the clues they needed to find and release Dark Angelic Reaper.

Just as they were beginning to go their separate ways, Dark Spartan looked over and noticed a young Sith lord who went by the name of Starkiller.  Walking over to him, he said "I want you to accompany me to our destination."  The reason for doing this was so that Dark Spartan could hopefully observe the young wielder of the force in combat.  Daimonius wanted to see how he delt with those who would oppose them.  He wanted to find some way to bring out the true Dark Side of the young Sith Lord.

Opening up a portal of fire, Daimonius stepped through with Starkiller.  When he stepped through, the group was now in the middle of Las Vegas, Nevada.  The casino lights were flashing in the night.  Walking along, Daimonius raised his hand and several cars suddenly burst into flames.  Amidst all the screaming people, Dark Spartan suddenly sensed it.........the artifact that he was searching for seemed to be calling out for him.

However, just as the Master of Darkness was making his way over towards the object's location, something happened.  Out of nowhere, a group of heroes made its presence known.  Now, Daimonius would be able to see what Starkiller was truly made of.  Dark Spartan reached back and drew his mighty sword.  Hell fire suddenly engulfed the blade.  Wiedling his flaming sword, Daimonius was ready for anything.  It was time to fight.......

"I want this place searched thoroughly. Smash it all down it you have to."

Men with rifles, some with sledgehammers, and many with handguns spread out in search of an enemy  (or, as Warsman suggested, to smash around until they came out of hiding). Warsman himself walked through the centerpiece of the entrance and into the plaza, where a set of his men were digging through a crate of supplies left behind. A loud crash and a pillar supporting nothing came down into a heap.

"The bastards are trying to lead us away with this false campsite. They never moved up the mountain, they're still here. Move into the catacombs, find them!"

The cyborg's soldiers did as commanded and moved underground, where firearms went off and screams of the dying echoed into the hills. Warsman looked ahead and far to the left on a shelf of rock sat a seat of ebony stone, in the center of the headpiece - a ruby stone carved into a hexagonal shape.

"That might prove useful."

Teleporting to the seat, he plucked the ruby out of it, observing it carefully. Upon its face were runes, like directions or something. 

"A map?" he asked himself, reappearing at ground level (or however close to ground level the floor of the temple was).

The soldiers resurfaced from the catacombs, dragging a bloody man in glasses that seemed to be a researcher of some kind with the presence of a dusty book under an arm: or, just a mere graverobber that the world wouldn't miss. Either way, he was soon put out of whatever misery he felt because of the wounds, a pistol bullet lodged into his forehead courtesy of the cyborg's trigger-finger. Taking the book out of the corpse's grip, Warsman flipped through the pages that were crisp with age and decay. He matched the ruby to a picture inside and the runes suddenly made sense - as the man who now lay dead at his feet had foolishly translated the text into English for fellow colleagues back home or some nonsense.

However, it had nothing to do with the hunt for the scythe and Warsman buried the ruby in a pocket (because it might fetch a fair price at a museum) with an angry curse in his native tongue, gripping the cloaks tighter as the winds picked up once more. Though the jewel was worthless for now, the book could prove to be useful later on as it rested in an empty bag carried by a yak as they were brought through the ruins and up the mountainside.

Demetrius walked solemnly through the headquarters of We Are Legend.  His heart was heavy.  The loss of Angelic Reaper had a profound affect on The Spartan.  Sure enough, thousands of years of death, killing, and war had its effect upon him; but there was a special place in his heart for this young angelic warrior.  Throughout the years, it was Demetrius who had trained her in the art of physical combat.  Over time, the young nineteen year-old became less like a pupil and more like a daughter.  If Kat needed anything, she knew she could come to Master Arkelis and ask for his help.  It all became so clear now......

One month ago, The Spartan had Angelic Reaper in a rigorous training session.  Being one his his best students, Reaper always maintained the most disciplined manner whenever she trained for physical combat.  However, on that day her balance was off, her strikes lost their fluidity of motion, and her form was slightly off.  Right away, Demetrius could see something was wrong.  Kat was obviously laden with something.  This was not like her.  She had faced countless dangers in the most stressful situations, yet she had always maintained her proper form no matter what.  This was something different entirely.  The Master of War could tell that his pupil needed a rest.  Releasing her for a short break, Demetrius went to the armory and began to sharpen and clean various weapons.

Kat came into the armory and sat down next to him.  She suddenly began asking questions about responsibility.  She also began to question him with matters of the greater good.  These questions of Ethics puzzled the mighty Greek.  "When danger is near," he began.  "One must always weight the consequences of what that danger can do.  In order to protect your friends and those you care about, a hero must always be willing to take everything upon them self.  You must be willing to put yourself aside and place those you care about above you.  At times, that includes sacrificing that which is most dear to you."  Kat nodded as if that's what she had been thinking all along.  Although, he matter intrigued him, Demetrius decided to let it go.

There he was, one month later.  Walking about the halls of We Are Legend, The Spartan knew what it was that Reaper was talking about.  Long had he known about the danger which dwelt within her physical body.  It had come to this.  "If only I had been there......" he kept repeating to himself over and over again.  Deep down, the Master of War felt responsible for what happened.  It was all so clear to him now.  Finally, he came up to the coffin.  If only he had been there, he could have healed her or at least done something.  Now, it was too late to heal her.  Her body would not accept it.  All he could do was sit back and watch her in that coffin.  Alas, it was time to say goodbye.  Bending over, the large and battle-hardened Greek tenderly kissed the forehead of his greatest pupil whom he considered a daughter.  All the bloodshed in the world could not prepare him for this.  A tear fell as he turned and left.

Now, he was broken......

The news was devastating and hit Kurrent like a freight train. He had not known Angelic Reaper too well as a person but what he know that she had values that he admired. That made him respect her as an individual and as a warrior. From when he first stepped on the scene she joined his side to fight the evil that was plaguing the country. Even at time of war Kurrent would see that she had a way of motivating and making those around her want  to better themselves. Going back and reading Renegade Lantern's notes even The Emerald Ace spoke highly of her saying that "she is a graceful as a dove but as fierce as a lioness, her presence will always be felt" By the looks of things Kurrent could see that  the words of  his predecessor's were true.

We Are Legend HQ

Mobb Deep had traveled to the WAL HQ  to pay their respects. It hit them all hard but some more then others. Spartan had trained Angelic Reaper and he would always brag about how great of a student she was and how she was a joy to be around for him. For someone that has lived as long as he has that is a huge compliment. As all the Mobbsters walked in Kurrent stayed outside the room her coffin was in. In his lifetime he has been to too many funerals. His parents, his secondary family that was all the funerals he handle to stay the whole way through before he decided that it was too much for him to bear. He has gone to funerals of all the innocent people that have died on "his watch" but only to pay his respect, leave a small donation to the victims family and then he would leave only staying for about 5 minutes.

This time was no different to him and his team knew that, he had gone to pay respect and to leave an envelope in the WAL mail box that read....

I am terribly sorry for your lose. Angelic Reaper was an amazing person and the world has just become a more dreadful place now that she is gone.
I leave in this envelope some funds that should cover all of her funeral expenses.
Also their is a little extra that I trust you will forward to her family.
My heart in tears this day and if their is anything that WAL needs contact me immediately. I will be at service to you.

Kurrent

When the ceremony began he set a bouqute of flowers on the threshold of the door and walked towards the mail box outside. Once there he set the large envelope in it and as he closed the mail box a single tear fell from his eye. "Rest in Peace" he said aloud before sending a stream of electricity  to a near by power line and forcing himself up the stream onto the line "surfing" it all the way to the Mobb Mansion.

2/24/2008

Spartan 177, had a fool of a chance that his new hero team, We Are Legend, would work. Most teams made die so fast. The not so popular had no chance. Still, the Spartan went ahead. Better doing something than not doing it at all, even if it fails. First day, the hilarious Larry was the first recruit to ask Spartan 177 if he could join this new team.  That same day, Nightmare Wing and Cobalt had joined the team. Everything looked great.

"Hell yeah, dude!"

This little guy was a great help. He was the first there to help We Are Legend get more recognition. When Spartan 177 told him to invite his friends, he did just that.  Spreading the news, the following day the Captain of WAL got a surprise.  Two girls, who seemed to look like best friends walked up to WAL HQ and said..

"Hey, I was looking around and I found this, if your willing to accept me, bows I would like to join your team."  said Angelic Reaper.

"flys down from the sky Hey there, I heard about this group and I want to join! Is that alright??

looks to see Angelic Reaper

Reaper! You too huh? lol" Said Feral Nova.

Spartan 177 couldn't say no to them...they were just awesome! Nova, had this high energy that would keep everyone's attention at her most of the time. While Angelic Reaper, the calmer of the two,  was completely different.  She had a personality that now a days you did not see. She was a person who would not be afraid to talk to everyone, whether they were jerks or stalkers. The Spartan could only wonder why? Every other girl would do otherwise, while you would take an opposite direction.  I thought these girls didn't exist. Whatever it was, she was just an interesting person to talk to. The more the Captain talked to her, he realized they had a lot in common. Over the months Spartan 177 got to know more about Kat, Angelic Reaper. In almost every conversation, the Spartan 177 would come up with some random statement. And when he said it, he thought she would think he was a crazy lunatic. But no, she had no problems with it.

In one occassion, the two played tag. It was odd, because they used their abilities duringthe game. They tagged and tagged, until Kat created a shield which the Spartan could not enter. The Spartan laughed, once again he was bested by her. Was there anything he could be better than her? It just didn't seem like it, she was invincible. Despite the horrible past she had, there was a great light still left in her heart. Evil may of threatened in stopping her, but it did not. She still stood.  Spartan 177 had to admit, she was a better than him. She was a natural leader, really. There is no jealousy, she is better than me and I'm cool with it. She was one of the few that kept the team alive.

In some cases, she would the ol Cap's back.  Everyone watched her countless fights and  victories. She was undefeated. And beside the fights, we watched her romance with Shawn the Devil and later Obi Wan Kenobi. She was popular, but not in the bad sense. Some people are popular for some bad things they commit, while her kindness and innocence could do the same and more.

Spartan 177 versus Angelic Reaper:Fight for a Friend's Life

Andrew had come to a great obstacle.One of his members, Angelic Reaper, had unleashed a violent creature. His job was to get his friend's senses back, before she would kill. Andrew would supply himself with his most devasting weapons to take Reaper down.

Andrew would never of expected this.But it had happen. It was his responsibility to act and save a friend. He would do it for his team, Shawn, safety of others, and hers. even if it meant sacrifising himself, he would do it. There was a code he would follow.

The spartan landed on the green ground below, steppingon autumn leaves. Taking his assualt rifle from his back, he quickly set it on both hands. He waited for his member to come out from the prowler's mound. He knew he would not get the first strike. The Chief waited, steadily holding his gun.

Reaper teleported into the battlefield, she was ready… ready to kill. For YEARS this demonic soul has been waiting to break free, to live its own life without ‘Angel’ there to stop it. Angel was a very strong fighter but one thing most people didn’t know was that however stronger Angel was… Reaper was 10x that. Not only did she posses the power of Angel, but her own powers as well.

Reaper floated two feet from the ground, her pail white skin was full of sweat. Reaper can only stay in this form for so long. If she would stay longer than she could, she would revert back to Angel, she needed to steal a soul… anyone’s soul and the Captain of WAL, the team Angel was on, seemed to have offered. Her black eyes were focused on Andrew who was standing on the grassy floor waiting for Reaper to strike.

With a screech she flew at Andrew head on, she flew with such speed that she only looked like a blur of light flying at him. She dodged the trees of the forest one by one with ease and grace until she reached Andrew. When she was only four feet away she then teleported behind him. She then quickly charged up her black electric attack in her left hand and attempted to smash the energy into his back.


The evil unleashed had to be stopped. Spartan 177 stepped up to face the "Reaper." He didn't do this for glory or to have his name written in books. He did this for his friend, Angelic Reaper. The fight was fierce, and the fight was in Kat's favor. She hacked and knocked at the Captain like a ragdoll. There was no chance for him to be victories.

When the blade was in the gap of the two bladed Energy sword, Andrew turned itcounter clockwise, jamming it so that it would take power to pull it free. The two weapons were in a lockdown. Andrew's body was still falling down towards the ground. His left hand was still free, in where he held a hope that could end the fight. It was a flare. His face was only a few feet away from Reaper's. He did not pull his weapon, cause he wanted it jammed onto Reaper's. But due to his large size and height. Standing at seven feet, his arm length was at least four feet long. He stretched his left arm toward's Angelic Reaper's face, squeezing the flare in his hand. The flare was in touching distance of Angelic Reaper. It was lit, sparks illuminated. Even Andrew could see the light in his face through his visor. He hoped the light would bring effects to Reaper by both light and the burning sensation from the flare lit in front of her face. Andrew's left hand was burning, since the flare was lit on his hand. He was near the ground.

"Escape the darkness! Come back to the light! Escape it now!"


The weapon was dug into his back.It perfectly made it through his armor, with dead precision. His whole body was covered with the power surges from the tool that would protect him. But the damage from the stab was made first.


The Spartan fell to the ground from the Scythe's blade. His was seconds from death. But somehow, Angelic Reaper returned to her normal self. The Reaper had spared the Spartan and healed his wounds.

The last few months were different for Spartan 177. He came in contact with a symbiote that changed his persona. He left the WAL, left to battle his own demons leaving everything he loved behind. He would wonder the lonely streets fighting with evil malice. This suit had totally taken over him. He was aware of it, but he could fight it. It reminded him of a friend, Angelic Reaper. when the two fought all seemed lost, but Kat was able to snap out of it. It was will power. Focusing his energy in all positives, he overcame the darkness inside him. The symbiote was no more.

Today, the Spartan returned to his old home only to find a new leader lead his old team. His MIA case was solved just like that. Then the Bio Guyver took over. Rumors surfaced that his friend, Angelic Reaper passed away. He missed her funeral. But he was able to find her burial ground. He stood there, looking at the tombstone. It was hard to believe she was gone. This innocent girl who he admired was gone. There were so many things he wanted to say to her, but he never could. He nevered had the guts to. He could fight hordes of Covenant forces but he could not do one simple thing. He could remember times old when he first laid eyes on her. This rare beauty touched him like no other could ever do. And he was grateful for it. She changed me and many others.

The Spartan removed his emerald helmet and placed it beside boquites of flowers next to her name. He knelt down there for quite a while. He pressed his fist with so much might. He tried not to shed one single tear. But her spirit was too much. He could feel it behind him telling him to not worry. He finally gave in. Droplets of tears poured down from his cheeks like rain. He had never cried, until today. He had lost fellow comrades but not cried. This young woman actually made this guy bust into tears.

"Angelic Reaper, you defined our old team motto. Light up the darkess. Even though your light gave out so soon, it embraced other lights, ours. You made us stronger than before. You will be missed, but I won't remember how you died. I'll always remember how you lived, ever since that day....I love you."

The Spartan stood up and began to walk towards the sunrise. He could not return to his old team. He left behind his helmet behind, but the only protection he had was Angelic Reaper's spirit. All these that I wear is nothing, it's what you are in the heart. Whether you are ugly or handsome, greatness comes inside.  People in life and stories give  messages you should liste to. Angelic Reaper, Katherine, gave us all a message.......love.