Dearest, In Memoriam- Open

[LEON]

The sun was beginning to set when the man stepped into the open clearing. Once well kept and constantly sunny, the place was now overrun by the weeds and vines. The buildings that had once stood here had fallen into ruin and little stirred aside from the breeze. Black boots made a path through the overgrowth to guide the man to the courtyard that led into the buildings. Once Akashibai Academy, it was now a ruined husk. Standing in the center of the courtyard was a memorial statue, raised in dedication to those that had disappeared or lost their life here. Many had just disappeared, and they had been presumed dead. In the twilight gloom, he had his own flashbacks to that day. The darkened sky, the sudden assault by Iustus forces hellbent on wiping them all out. If not for his entire lifetime spent getting prepared for moments like that, he would have certainly died like so many others. As it was, he'd barely made it out with his life.

He'd spent the next three years dodging hunters and slavers as he gathered what information he could, and from there, he'd set about quietly building the Resistance. Even now he was still only a whisper in the dark, his name was one of many on that stone monolith. Leon Belmont. Well, he'd been in hiding for long enough. It was time to start taking the fight to the bastards that had done this. It was time to make them pay. His gloved hands clenched into fists at his side as his emerald eyes flared with anger. He was going to pay the Iustus and Cruor both back with ten years of compound interest, even if he had to do it himself. He sighs softly as he slowly lets his anger slip away, calming himself with an effort of will. He hadn't come here in anger, he had come to pay tribute to those that had fallen, and to make a solemn promise.

"You will be avenged. You will be remembered."

[VICTORIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]L-O-V-E IS JUST[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. HOW DO I SAY I'M SORRY? 'CAUSE THE WORD IS JUST NEVER GONNA COME OUT. L-O-V-E'S JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. TIGHT JEANS, DOUBLE D'S, MAKING ME GO -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]Akashibai Academy. Or at least what was left of it anyways. The place was practically abandoned. Overgrown plants covered almost every path way. There were a few small ones that were probably made by previous students. The thought made her smile that it was possible people were visiting here. Hopefully they were coming her to pay tribute and not to cause trouble. If anyone harmed what remained of the school they would answer to her. Fingers trailing over the ruin, she sighed softly. This was once a peaceful place. A place where students felt safe and could live happily. But now? Now it was nothing more than ruins and plants. Long blue hair shifted in the light breeze as her electric blue eyes scanned the area. She stood out among the darkened plants and rubble, but she didn't care. Black boots were silent on the ground as she walked. Today she had gone with the skirt instead of pants, mostly because the weather was nice. A small twinge on her awareness brought her head up. Someone else was here? Who would be here in such a place? Was it another student? The female shifted slightly flexing her black nailed fingers. From what she could see, there was a man standing in the open area ahead. Something about him seemed rather familiar but she could quite put a finger on it. As she slowly edged closer, the female heard him speak and instantly a smile spread across her face. "You know revenge will get you no where." The words were soft as she stepped into the clearing. "Where the hell have you been hiding all these years? It was him. Of course it was him. Even if it had been years she still recognized him. Hell it could have been twenty and she'd still know what he looked like. He was Leon after all. But would he remember her? Of course she looked the same as she had ten years ago. The female didn't edge any closer to him, but simply stood at the edge of the clearing. If she remembered correctly, he was quite the paranoid fool. Even though she was happy to see him, she would keep that to herself. "Paying your respects? Like I said you shouldn't come here with revenge on your mind." Again the words were soft as she crossed her arms over her chest. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: michael & open WORDS: i dunno alot? NOTES: i need sleepppp CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[LEON]

His eyes snapped up at her approach, emerald eyes meeting electric blue. His face was a stony mask, revealing nothing as he watched her. Naturally it'd be her to show up here. His fingers twitched lightly, ready to defend himself in the blink of an eye. "No revenge. Just vengeance. Too many died." he responds levelly, watching her all the while. He didn't trust her, not one bit. No telling what had happened in the past ten years with her, or where she'd chosen to stand. He wasn't going to let a pretty face be the death of him, he was going to kill anything that came at him, be it an old friend or no. His eyes watched her steadily as his stance remains relaxed, showing no hints of hostility towards her in anyway. No sense in provoking a fight when one wasn't needed after all.

"As for where I've been, around. Low profile." he says with a shrug, not bothering to answer her completely. "You? What've you been up to?" he asks, though really he wanted to know where she stood on the issue of the war. The Victoria he knew would've enlisted with the Resistance, but time does strange things to people. For all he knew, she was a Cruor hunter looking to kill or enslave him like all the rest. He shifts his weight a bit, moving forward to place the monument partly between them, ready to dash behind it for cover as needed. He wasn't surprised that she hadn't aged a bit. Demonic benefit he supposed. He himself had aged over the past ten years, as any human would. His hair was a little darker with the occasional grey already, his face had a few more care lines now, and his whole body was a little more lean than it had been before. His eyes were harder than they had been when they first met, less idealism now, more cynicism. A light shadow of a beard was showing itself, and his clothes were a little rougher than they had been, showing the wear of time. He still dressed the same, but he'd added a few new accessories to the mix. He carried some more conventional weaponry that she wouldn't be able to see yet, as well as more weapons hidden along his person. Paranoia was in high supply these days.

[VICTORIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]L-O-V-E IS JUST[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. HOW DO I SAY I'M SORRY? 'CAUSE THE WORD IS JUST NEVER GONNA COME OUT. L-O-V-E'S JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. TIGHT JEANS, DOUBLE D'S, MAKING ME GO -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]Well this wasn't exactly the reunion she had in mind. But she couldn't exactly blame him. For a brief moment she had wished he didn't know what she was. Then she wouldn't have to see the slight tightening in his eyes. It hurt more than she cared to admit but she just tried to ignore it. "Boy you sure seemed to have lost your ability to form sentences." The female muttered to herself as she watched him shift to put the monument between them. Alright now this was just getting ridiculous. He knew her better than that and unless he was with the Iustus but that she doubted. A soft wind blew and her hair shifted behind her. It was still long and brilliant blue just like she always had it. "You aren't good at answering questions either." She remarked softly as she ran a hand through her hair. Her eyes settled on the monument between them. "After the Iustus attacked I managed to escape with a small group I had. We wandered around for years trying to survive until we came across the Resistance. I've been working with them ever since." What exactly she was doing for the Resistance she would keep to herself. She still didn't know where he sided and what he had been doing, but if he didn't want to tell she wouldn't press. "So I'm curious how do you plan on getting revenge? Beat them to death with your one word phrases?" Maybe he would crack a smile? That was all she could hope for. He already wanted distance between them. Some friend he was. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: michael & open WORDS: i dunno alot? NOTES: i dunno what i just wrote lol CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[LEON]

His eyes remained tightly focused on hers, not wavering an inch as he listened. What was going through her head? He wondered idly to himself, before dismissing it. Perhaps she wasn't hostile. When she told him she'd been working for the Resistance, he knew he'd be safe. He could read her well enough to tell that she wasn't lying to him. Not that she had much point in it to begin with. He listened to her speak, barely blinking as he faced her calmly. Already he knew she'd be able to tell how detached he'd become. Much different from the idealistic youth he'd been a decade ago. Now, every day was a war, and he couldn't afford any mistakes. If he screwed up even once, it could mean the death of everyone. He knew everything the Resistance had been involved in, and a fair number of their people. He couldn't ever let anyone gain that knowledge from him.

When she poses him another question, he shifted his eyes to the monument, examining it in silence for a few moments. "Same as I have. Killing. Every day for ten years." he spoke softly, before turning his gaze back to her. "Lost count of how many I've killed. People, squads, camps. It's all the same." he says with a shrug. "Regardless of who, what or where they are. I find them, I kill them." he says, resting his hand on the hilt of the gunblade he had strapped to his left hip, his other hand resting on the whip Vampire Killer on his right. Both were still in excellent condition as he maintained them and cared for them regularly. "Been learning about both sides. Cruor and Iustus. Pays to know your enemy." he continues with another shrug. "Why Resistance? Figure a demon would have to hide." he asked, turning the questions to her this time. "Let me guess. Umbra, power over shadows, wetworks?" he continued, recalling what he knew of her and what he'd learned of the Umbra over time. He was willing to bet she was the wetworks agent they had used before. With her powers over darkness, she'd be an ideal spy and infiltrator. Plus, she could keep a level head when it came to a crisis.

[VICTORIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]L-O-V-E IS JUST[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. HOW DO I SAY I'M SORRY? 'CAUSE THE WORD IS JUST NEVER GONNA COME OUT. L-O-V-E'S JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. TIGHT JEANS, DOUBLE D'S, MAKING ME GO -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]Electric blue eyes watched him and she took a deep breath. Watching him was painful. It was like he wasn't here even though he was standing in front of her. Shifting her gaze to the monument, she walked forward a bit more. Had the war been so hard on him? It had been hard on everyone even herself but she tried not to let it get to her. "So you've been on the hunt then? You know I'd gladly help you. Though I'm sure you prefer to go alone." The words were soft as she stopped in front of the monument. So many had died here. So many that she couldn't help. She was lucky that she had gotten away with the small group that she had. The years she put into maintaining their safety were worth every second though. His question about why she had chosen the Resistance brought her gaze up to him. "Why the Resistance? Because that's the way everything should be. It should be like the Academy was. When I left the battle with my group it was a mix of humans and yajuu. I wanted them safe. I spent years ensuring their protection and had gathered more and more people into my group. At one point the Iustus jumped my group. I managed to get everyone away but one kid was killed. That was when I realized I needed to get my group somewhere safe. The Resistance should be happy because I think I gave them half their members." The female laughed lightly as she looked back down at the monument. His comment about what she did caused her good mood to vanish. "I try not to use the shadows unless I need too. As far as anyone is concerned I'm a human who is just good at her job." Vikki looked up at him letting him know he better keep his mouth shut about what she was. People wouldn't take to kindly to her being a demon. Demons were seen as evil creatures. Not ones willing to risk their lives to protect people. [/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left: 12px; color: #DFDFDF; background-color: #171717; opacity: 0.8; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top: 4px solid #0C0C0C; padding: 12px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; line-height: 11px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 109px; height: 320px; overflow: auto; margin-top: 10px;]TAGS: michael & open WORDS: i dunno alot? NOTES: blah post is plahhh CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs![/style]

[LEON]

He shrugs lightly as she offers to join him on his hunts. "I do fine on my own." he replies calmly, still watching her. His hand itched as she came closer, stopping at the monument by him. He kept himself from physically responding despite his natural reticence at being around others after so long. He kept his eyes on the monument, watching her out of the corner of his eye however. Paranoia had kept him alive for a decade now, being ready to respond to anything had kept him breathing. "Not quite hunting though, so much as surviving. Hunter and hunted. Been a bit of a game between the Cruor, Iustus and I. Seeing as how I'm still breathing free air, I'm winning. Figured it's about time I stopped with the hit and run tactics and started fighting back full force. I'm done with running." he says coldly, turning his eyes to her. He turned to face her fully, his face a mask and his eyes hard.

"I can't protect my people from the shadows, and I'm getting sick of people dying by the day." he continues, shaking his head. He figured it was about time someone else started learning about how things worked now. "Actually, it's hard to estimate the Resistance's numbers, since they work mostly in isolated cells. Individual cells are lead by their own chosen leader. Makes it harder for the enemies to pin us down and deal a lethal blow. It goes up a chain of command with most people unknowing of other operatives until it reaches the leader, and the same process sends orders back down the line." he says with a shrug. She continues to explain why she doesn't use her power, and he shakes his head. "Whether they like it or not, don't you have an obligation to use them? People are dying, and you can save them by using your power. The Resistance is founded on the principals of coexistence between human and yajuu. By not using your powers, you're not doing everything you can to protect and help people." he says, perhaps rather harshly.

He would've continued, but a bright light blazed into life. He instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes, turning to face it. A helicopter hovered over the school, silent as all Iustus crafts were. Cleverly designed, it was meant for sneaking up on Yajuu. Already their snipers opened fire, targeting Victoria, as the hunter squad rappelled down the lines to touch down. They started with their signature rounds, the ones that suppressed a Yajuu's power and abilities. For the next few hours, Victoria would find herself a human. For now they mostly ignored him, targeting the creature they knew to be a demon. They'd known she'd come back here, and he found himself smiling, ever so slightly, at their presence. "Looks like they're fond of you. You'll be human for the next few hours." he says with a shrug, lowering his hand a bit as the light shifted and he could face the kill squad.

"STEP AWAY FROM THE DEMON!" the point man called out, identifying himself as the squad leader. There were ten members in the squad, counting their leader, and all were heavily armed. Outfitted with high tech battle suits that were all black, the suits preformed a various number of functions, only one or two of which he actually knew for certain. Their visors had cleared to reveal faces as they sighted down their rifles at her, ready to shred her apart. Given that they hadn't yet, it meant they wanted to capture her and that wasn't any kind of good. Leon steps forward, putting himself between Victoria and the Iustus soldiers. "Sorry boys, tonight's not your night." he calls out, his voice loud and strong, demanding their focus. "Time to get some answers Victoria. Let me show you what I've been doing for the past ten years." he spoke softly, throwing a quick, wolfish grin back to her.

"You clearly know who she is, but what about me? My name is Leon Belmont." He continues to the soldiers, knowing full well they had their own special orders regarding him. Watching carefully, Victoria would see their faces show an amount of concern as they traded glances with each other. "Victoria the Umbra, we have orders to take you in. If you resist, you will be shot and killed. Leon Belmont, you, as the Head of the Resistance and number one enemy of the Iustus, are to be shot and killed immediately. Snipers, fire!" the commander barked out, but he was already too late.

With barely an expression of effort, solid ice erupted in front of them, a wall five feet thick that caught the underbelly of the helicopter of caught it firmly, preventing its escape and knocking the snipers fire wide. In the ten years since she had last seen him, he'd mastered his Cryomancy. He spun, grabbing Victoria's hand as he did so and pulling her along behind him. "Let's go. Let me teach you a thing or two about how humans hunt and kill." he says with a wolfish grin, leading her back into the ruins of the school. The ruins they knew like the back of their hands, and the tomb to be of the Iustus soldiers that had come for her.

[VICTORIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;][STYLE=margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 7px; height: 100px; width: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 60px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 60px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style] [STYLE=margin-left: 120px; margin-top: -106px; height: 100px; width: 100px; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border: 3px solid #181718; background-image: url(http://i50.tinypic.com/307x3zc.jpg);] [/style][STYLE=margin-left: 226px; width: 222px; margin-top: -103px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: georgia; color: #DFDFDF; text-align: center; font-size: 28px; letter-spacing: -1px;]L-O-V-E IS JUST[/style][STYLE=margin-left: 236px; width: 180px; background-color: #1F1D1F; text-transform: lowercase; font-family: arial; color: #DFDFDF; padding: 10px; padding-top: 5px; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom-right-radius: 20px; border-bottom-left-radius: 20px; line-height: 10px;]ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. HOW DO I SAY I'M SORRY? 'CAUSE THE WORD IS JUST NEVER GONNA COME OUT. L-O-V-E'S JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. TIGHT JEANS, DOUBLE D'S, MAKING ME GO -- ![/style] [STYLE=float: right; background-color: #DFDFDF; padding: 12px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; border-top: 4px solid #181718; text-align: justify; margin-right: 12px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; width: 267px; height: 320px; overflow: auto;]Well at least she got him talking. Though it as like talking to a robot nonetheless. She remained silent and kept her gaze on the monument as he spoke. There was no way she'd stop him once he got started. So he'd been running all these years? Playing a little game of cat and mouse with the Iustus and the Cruor. Just how dangerous had he become? He began to explain how the Resistance worked and that brought her gaze up to him. "Well you know a lot about the Resistance. I didn't even know we worked in cells. I simply go off on missions and do as I'm told. Never really had the time to figure out how it all worked." Vikki shrugged but when he started talking about her not using her powers she brought her gaze back to the monument. "I use my powers just not when I'm around the members of the Resistance. They think I'm human and I'll keep it that way. I use my powers in whatever way I can to protect as many people I can. Don't you dare accuse me of not doing everything I can to help people. What have you been doing for people? Running around playing hide and seek with the Iustus and Cruor?" The words were a lot harsher than she had meant them to be, but she tried to keep using her powers in front of people to the minimum. Her telekinetic abilities were far superior than they once were. She preferred to use that over the shadows. The shadows were when she was on her own with no one else around. Moving towards the monument, she placed a hand on it. No black seeped from her hand like it once did. The control she had over the darkness now was much better than it had been. Before she could say something to him about it a light blinked into existence and she squinted. That was when she heard the mechanics of the helicopter. Damn Iustus really had silent aircraft. She had faced them before but they had all been on foot and there wasn't a single vehicle at the time. But this was different. Before she even realized what was happening, she was hit with something in her shoulder. It stung and she quickly pulled it out. What the fuck just happened. The female flexed her fingers trying to call forth the darkness. But nothing happened. Not even a spec of darkness came to her call. What was happening to her? "Leon?" She whispered catching his gaze and letting him see the full fear in her eyes. Was this the supposed technology of the Iustus that she had heard so much about? Of all the times she had faced the Iustus she had never come in contact with this drug. As the men came down from the helicopter all Vikki could do was stand there frozen. All their weapons were trained on her and they called to Leon for him to step away from her. Judging by how fast they had shot her with the suppressant dart, they weren't trying to kill her. Well that was either a good thing or a really bad thing. She watched Leon shift to place himself between her and the Iustus members. The female opened her mouth to tell him he was nuts, but that was when she heard him state his name for the group. The sudden tension that arose through them as they looked at one another made her look at Leon. Just what was he? And that was when she heard it. The leader called out their orders about how they needed to take her in and kill Leon Belmont immediately. He was the number one enemy of the Iustus? The leader of the Resistance? There was no way. But by the sudden wall of ice that separated the two groups, she knew this was no joke. All she could do was stand their in awe as he turned and grabbed her hand. He lead her back into the ruins of the school, but he was smiling now. That mask that had been as hard as the ice itself seemed to melt away and there was a grin on his face. What in gods name was going on here? "Leon. You are the leader of the Resistance? The one that had supposedly gone underground. So many people don't even believe you exist. Why have you been hiding all this time? The Resistance need there leader. Not someone that has been lurking in the shadows." The female hissed at him. Okay so she shouldn't be so mad at him but right now she couldn't use her powers and she was incredibly frustrated by it. This wasn't something she was used to. So lucky for him, he was getting the brunt of her anger. 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[LEON]

He led her quickly back into the school, circling around and leading her to the second floor while the Iustus strike team dealt with the frozen pillar he'd suddenly raised in front of them. It would give them a lead at least. He led her to one of the ruined sections before motioning for her to stop, signaling for her to take up a position to his right as he knelt at the gap in the floor where they could see the hallway beneath them. "What was that you were asking about what I did? Well, you know, mostly playing hide and seek with the Iustus and Cruor." he said half mockingly, smiling lightly to show he was teasing her. He frowned as he looked back at the hole, knowing that they'd sweep the first floor first, and would have to pass beneath them at this point.

"Other than that, I've been keeping my ass alive to lead this ragtag band of misfits. Honestly, if I'd organized us into a solid, cohesive force, we'd have been torn apart already. As it is, we're dismissed as small groups of radicals by the Iustus and Cruor without any definitive leadership or cohesion. The Iustus already tumbled to the fact that we are led by one person, your's truly here, so I figure staying in hiding is rather a futile effort at this point." he says with a shrug. He could tell she was feeling tense, and she was venting her frustration at him, and so he turned his icy gaze to her. He wasn't about to put up with this shit. "Shut up." he says coldly, his own wrath coming to the surface. "You've been to damn afraid of your own power and what people think, in a whole fucking group of people that believe in acceptance I might add. So you can just shut your damn mouth before you start venting on me." he continues brutally.

"I don't give a damn what you or the whole damn Resistance thinks about me. I've done what I've done to protect people. Now think about it for a second, if you can. Suppose I'd come right out as I got this whole thing rolling, what would happen? A single gifted human looking to gather a whole army to fight back against and overthrow both the Iustus and Cruor? I'd have gotten torn to shreds, and that's a best case scenario. Worst case, they'd let me work for a bit, then take me in, torture me, and get everything I know out of me. If I'd been around people, I'd be painting a target on their backs." he says, breaking his rant to listen, holding up a hand for silence. He could hear the group moving beneath them now, and he turned his head away from her. "This can wait for later. Maybe I'll feel like explaining all this to you, but don't count on it. I'd just make an even bigger target out of you." he whispers, before focusing on the broken area before them, seeing the first rifle moving into view. He holds up his hand, three fingers out. He slowly ticks down, counting down to when they moved. As the first pair moved past and in the gap between the second his last finger dropped into a clenched fist, and he immediately went into action.

He dropped down behind the soldier on the left, his hands moving quickly around him to twist and snap his neck, spinning to use him as a shield against the second pair that immediately raised their weapons to open fire. He was dependent on Victoria right now to cover his flank. If she didn't, he was about to come to a quick and bloody end. He raised the soldiers weapon and emptied the clip into the second one as bullets caused the corpse he was holding to jump against him. He dropped the meat shield as the second soldier dropped, turning to the other pair he'd left for Victoria, hands immediately raising in case he had to defend himself.

[VICTORIA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,445,bTable][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/patternthinggg.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom: 3px solid #181718; border-bottom-right-radius: 10px; border-top-right-radius: 10px; border-top-left-radius: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 10px;] L-O-V-E IS JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. HOW DO I SAY I'M SORRY? 'CAUSE THE WORD IS JUST NEVER GONNA COME OUT. L-O-V-E'S JUST ANOTHER WORD I NEVER LEARNED TO PRONOUNCE. TIGHT JEANS, DOUBLE D'S, MAKING ME GO -- ! A low growl came from the female as he led her into the school. He spoke about her being afraid of her own powers and that shut her up. Afraid of her own powers? How about the fact that she was a demon and the members of her race were know for death and destruction. That is what kept her quiet. What difference did it make if she used her powers in front of people or not? People didn't know she was a demon and she wanted to keep it that way. End of story. Yes the resistance was a group all about acceptance but she's heard what they say about demons. What they do to demons when they find them. She'll simply work from the shadows like she always has. When he led them to the second floor, she pulled away from him. "Rage tag band of misfits?" The demoness muttered as she settled down to wait. So that is what they were called. Vikki listened to him as she gripped her sword. Thankfully she had called it forth just before her powers vanished completely. The weapon is something she absolutely loved and was skilled at using. His final words caught her attention. "Make me a bigger target? And what you think I can't handle myself? If it means learning more about what you have been doing and how it relates to the Resistance, I don't care what kind of target I become." The demoness whispered the words before their conversation ended. She could hear the men making their way through the school. Just what did he have planned? She didn't have any of her powers or strength even though he did. She was just like a regular human, which was probably the weirdest situation she has even been in. Leon raised a hand with three fingers and began to count down. The second his last finger fell and he dropped through the hole, she was right behind him. It seemed he was going to take out one pair and she was left to take out the second one. Moving with well practiced grace, despite her lack of abilities, the female swung her sword easily slicing the throat of one of her targets. She had only seconds before the second decided to open fire but her sword was already deep in his chest. Giving him a light kick in the chest, she let him drop to the ground where she then ran her sword through his head. Over kill? Not in the least. She was going to make sure those Iustus assholes were dead. Turning back to Leon, she gave him a light smile. "Why do you look like you don't think I can handle myself?" She joked lightly noting his raised fists. Of course he would be cautious but he could give her some credit. It wasn't like she was entirely useless. TAGS: michael & open WORDS: i dunno alot? NOTES: this suckss CREDIT: kiwii at btn and gs!