Sophia Garcia
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*** Three days had passed since the battle for Chicago. Riven stood on the balcony of the Margrave Hotel with his back to the railing. It was a very high-society building that’d just been built before the integration had occurred, and it’d been well kept even afterwards with many of the fancier things in life still available. His weapon, Vampire’s Escort, was encased in what Riven could almost describe as a brick of red ice while it underwent evolution and was laying on a table in the room behind…
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“It appears the information your cult had was wrong.” Riven cracked his neck, and let out an audible sigh when his left arm snapped back into place with a click. He let out an amused chuckle when his staff hummed in anticipation, hissing and flaring with power as it mentally urged him to kill the creature in front of them. Flashes of images rippled across Riven’s consciousness, and he grinned at what the weapon was telling him. “It appears my weapon wants to feed on you, your body is going to allow…
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Officers shouted orders while machine guns rattled, heavy artillery explosions and plasma weapon fire consumed the other noises outside. Large mechs of various designs stood tall over the defenses and projected one way barriers to help negate the oncoming horde’s barrage of acidic spines, while both helicopters and fighter jets zoomed overhead - trying to beat back the ocean of enemies using missiles. Lieutenant General Bruner, the second in command concerning Chicago’s military and the graying man at…
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The shrill cries and screams of the oncoming swarm echoed around him, like a faint memory on a wayward breeze. Flocks of beautiful red blades continued to wash away the enemies that dared to try their hand at his life, wiping them off the face of the building and ending their existences effortlessly. He only needed to think about it, and the blood magic reacted to his will. Blood, Shadow, Death, Infernal, Depravity, and Chaos. Out of all the elements in the universe, why was Blood one of Unholy’s…
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The red dot overhead was traveling in a straight line, and Riven didn’t have much of a hard time finding it due to the size of the creature. Six legs in the back, four bladed arms along the sides, two sets of yellow eyes, a long wingless carapace of gray chitin armor, and long pincers were all set onto the body of a gigantic mantis that was rushing over the rooftops and roadways at breakneck speed towards him. Easily the size of a tank and likely just as bullet proof, it was closing in fast with the air…
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“Here’s the list.” Fay said, handing over a booklet of names and dispelling the illusion she’d placed on herself. Her body shifted from one of an overweight, bearded guard in a police uniform to that of her usual self - and she smiled at Riven’s nod of approval. “Great job as usual.” Riven stated, getting an eye roll from Athela when Fay clicked her feathered boots together, adjusted her crop top and bashfully tossed her hair to the side. “Have you ever thought about becoming an assassin?…
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Athela chugged a beer in one quick go, gasping for breath and wiping her mouth with a wide smile and a loud belch. “Why so grumpy my guy!? We’re having fun! Be happy!” “It won’t allow me to upload footage of the senator’s death to prove myself innocent.” Riven stated grimly, popping another bottle of wine to feed to the vertical maw across his chest. “It’s beyond irritating that I was framed for this.” Athela shrugged, kicked out her long slender legs, and popped another beer can with…
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Riven yawned on the bed, still unable to take his mask or Gluttony-modified Chalgathi items off much to his irritation, while replaying the recorded scenes over and over again. “What a two timing cock sucking mother fucker.” Azmoth grunted his acknowledgement from inside the small hotel room, barely small enough to even fit at all while hunched, and the sound of giggling in the shower nearby caused Riven’s eye to twitch. Somehow the water was still running here, and Riven was really fucking pissed…
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A steady, familiar thrum started to descend on Riven’s position. It came from outside, up above, and the sound only got louder as the second ticked by. Slowly turning his head, Riven watched the air beat against the bullet proof glass of the second story window. The frost remaining in patches there shuddered, and the machine of war he’d been very familiar with growing up as a kid - for the very first time in his life - made an appearance that caused him to go giddy. He’d always wanted to see one up…
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Senator James was usually a composed man. He was in his late 40’s, young for a man of his position in the senate - though not much of the senate was left if he had to guess the whereabouts of the old government. Still, he’d done a good job in maintaining order after calling the present military into action and setting up systems for food distribution. But that food reserve was running out, and without a supply chain that worked properly he was in for some real problems unless he figured out how to go…
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