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Call To Judgement

Coloursfall

Coloursfall

THIS IS HOW WE BLEED
OOC thread

There is a war going on, but no human knows of it. It is the war between the Dark and the Light. Humans know these places as ‘Hell’ and ‘Heaven’, but these are not the names the creators gave them.

The war is tilted toward the Dark; they are much stronger in number. The angel’s army is desperate, and they have decided that there is only one way out. They must create more angels, ones with stronger powers than most others. And children and teenagers have the most inner power. So The Ruler caused a busload of teenagers and preteens to crash, killing them all instantly. Then they all found themselves before a massive gateway.

An angel soon emerged and motioned to them to follow him to a great hallway. This is where they will learn what they are to do to assist the Army of Light.

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Edward's sweeping wings fluttered behind him as he stood in the centre of the great hall, staring pointedly at the group before him. He had a slight frown on his face, and he looked as if he was thinking very hard. After a few moments he turned his back on them.

"I didn't have a chance to say this before; Welcome to Heaven. You were all called here for a specific reason. I will tell you what this is now, if you'd care to sit?" He said, not turning around. He waved his hand and a number of chairs appeared. They were spindly looking, and appeared to be made of silver, but if one sat upon one, they would discover they were quite strong.

"Go ahead." He said.

The hall around them was massive, with hulking marble pillars holding up a pure white roof. There were paintings of celestial bodies patterning the ceiling, and trees and birds on the walls. The floor was covered in a painting of the earth. There were no windows. At the head of the roof was what appeared to be a dais of some kind; upon it was resting a large sword, almost as long as a man is tall. Edward placed his hand on the hilt of the blade in a loving manner, his large hand stroking the smooth metal. It seemed to hum under his touch.

((Just so we're all on the same page; you don't have your wings or swords yet. You'll get those soon.))
 
Vai looked up at the tall man in front of them all. With.. wings. Well, the entire place was white, clean, bright, blah blah. Her dark clothes stood out sorely.

Where is this? What.. happened? Vai looked around again. There was the bus.. and now she was here. Right. Well, she'd hang around, there didn't seem to be anywhere else to go. Vai hoped she wouldn't have to change her clothes.
 
((I'm sorry I was rude FMC, I had a bad day, and happened to have my pride hurt. :| ))

Alec was pretty confused about what just happened, he was in a bus, and then he was in this area, which he had never seen anything like before. And then there was an angel, or at least he thought he was an angel. His head was filled with questions. "What happened? Is this heaven? Did I die?" was the most recurring questions. Then the angel told him, and everyone else, to sit on the chairs that appeared out of nowhere. He supposed he didn't have much of a choice, so he sat down the the silver chair, and put up his feet on it as well, resting his head on his knees.
 
Noel gasped and looked frantically around. An angel?! She and other people from the bus..
The bus! We're were on a bus! Oh my God, we're dead! We're DEAD!
She obeyed in a daze, sitting down on a random chair, shivering. So. Heaven was real. That was.. cool. She though of something suddenly and lblurted out,
"Waitwaitwait, I didn't even believe in Heaven! How the he- how the crap am I even here?!"
 
Mark looked around, blue eyes wide, taking in the room around him. When the wing guy mentioned the word 'Heaven', Mark started to freak out. Muttering a little bit under his breath, Mark fell into one of the chairs, holding his head up with one hand. All he could remember was a screech, a sound like a soda can being crushed only much louder, and the taste of blood. Next thing he knew, Mark was in front of a giant gate, being talked to, along with some other kids from the bus, by a guy with wings.

Was he dead?
 
Padraig tentatively took a seat. He checked himself. No bleeding, no metal impaled through him, no missing fingers. He felt alive, kind of. And now, a man with wings was talking to him, and some of the others that were on that bus.

Padraig, despite having died, or something like that, did not miss a beat when the, angel he supposed, mentioned heaven, "Whew, I wasn't that much of an asshole."
 
Sari looked confused. Last thing he knew, he was on a bus that had smashed into his stomach and turned into a cloud. How did that work, anyway? And now an angel guy was trying to talk him into something. No matter; he sat down on the silver chair, mostly hearing what the guy said, but not responding.
 
Vai looked around, at the other teenagers or older. They were there on the bus, she could recognize some of their faces... unless her memory was screwed with somehow. No matter. She sat down in the weak looking chair, finding it oddly stable. Or she was lighter or something, this was Heaven. Apparently. Vai turned to the others, noting they all had one thing in common, they were all freaking at various levels. Hah.
 
"Wooow."

Egon didn't know how he got here, in a random hall with a bunch of people he vaguely recognised as being from his bus (except most were older than him), but there was a guy with wings and a sword standing right in front of him. And talking to them. Welcoming them into Heaven, the place of angel warriors! And everything was painted and it was really pretty and cool.

It was less cool that the man was wearing a skirt but maybe that was just an angel thing.

He only vaguely remembered the giant gate and being led here, and perhaps the very moment when the bus went out of control, but he'd been confused then - it was like he'd just woken up now, no longer just following the crowd but actually being there and able to see everything for himself.

Eagerly, Egon went to sit on the chair closest to the angel, swinging his legs. Then he blurted out the question on everyone's mind, as soon as it came to him: "Are we dead, mister?"
 
Edward glanced over his shoulder at the group, his eyes locking on Egon specifically. He looked vaguely annoyed and sad at the same time.

"Yes. You are all dead. The Creator chose you to help us in our war." He said blankly, folding his wings behind him and turning around.

"It is my job to train you to be warriors."
 
Warriors? Hm. This would be interesting. So this guy from his dream after he had fallen asleep on the bus has wings and a sword-pet. And he claims that Sari's dead. Well, in truth he knew it wasn't dreaming, he just liked to let half his mind jump to the wrong conclusion while the other half focused on the business at hand. If this was a dream, it was a very interesting and realistic one. Thus it was real, and the bus had in fact crashed, and Sari had been in fact killed during one of his space-out times. And since it was real, he would be an angel warrior.

Good grief.
 
"so we were killed for that reason, is that it? Have our lives ripped away and forced to be part of some war"

He slides into a chair, his golden eyes glaring at the man before him. He crosses his arms and flicks his brown bangs from his face. He was obviously pissed at the situation at hand.

He glances at the others in the room.

They seem to be taking this well...for finding out they are dead.

His gaze then returns to the man before him.

"We had lives. Families. Friends! And you think you can just crash our bus to fight in your damned war! This is complete bull"

He then leans back in his chair and grits his teeth.

"Give me one good reason why we should help you after you killed us for your selfish, pitiful war. One. Good. Reason."
 
"What!" Egon jumped out of his chair. "You killed us! I thought you meant that you just knew we were gonna die and had something against helping us so you just chose us to help you! You'd better... you'd better have told Mom and Dad."

He crossed his arms and nodded. "An' if I have to fight I need a sword."
 
"So, the bus crash wasn't an accident at all?", Padraig asked of the angel, "Well I'm going to have to agree with the men over there.", he said.

"What you're doin' ain't right, there better be a damn good reason why us commonfolk have to get murdered and then dragged into this sort of war.", Padraig went on, "Like 72 virgins or something."
 
"Warriors... Well, this was too white to be the hospital anyway, but warrior training is too much." Augen sat in one chair, accepting the reality that he had died and was in Heaven. At least I'm not in Hell... he thought, smilling.
 
Chel, who had been looking around in a daze had snapped back to "reality" at the archangel's words.
"Wait wait wait! I'm DEAD? Are you freakin' serious?! I have a family! I have friends; and I've been killed just to fight in a freaking war?!" The brown-haired teen yelled at Edward before sinking down into a chair, her eyes smoldering.
 
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Noel hugged her stomach and started panicking again.
"I want my family! Can't we go back, when this is over, whatever's going on?! I'll fight and do anything you want.."
Her eyes were burning, and she had to force herself not to break down and cry. She wanted her mom and dad and her brother.. she'd just been murdered by a freakin' angel to fight in a war! She was dead! Dead!! If she was dead, why was she still crying? Wasn't it supposed to be better in Heaven? It wasn't supposed to be like this.. was it?
Or.. maybe this really is hell.. mommy..
 
This was outrageous. Mark had a home, and a family, and friends, and yet this weirdo 'angel' decided that he had to die.

Amazing.

Looking at his shoes and tapping his fingers on his arm, Mark said, "So, this is Heaven, huh? Lot more solid than I thought it'd be!" he said with a half-hearted chuckle, tapping on the chair he was sitting in, trying to break the of anger and resentment hanging in the air.
 
Vai stayed in the chair, slightly dazed. It was so.. sudden, you couldn't really tell someone they were dead.. And she would never really see her friends again, until they died. And they wouldn't remember her then. Great. Her parents... would forget her, but wouldn't recognize her.

"Well.. would there be a way to communicate with the people we.. left?" Vai winced. If she thought she was... she'd really freak out. In front of these people. A few of them already did, so...
 
Edward sighed softly and looked at the ceiling.

"I'm afraid that there is no way to contact your families as of now. We prefer to save visions - which is mainly how we communicate with humans - for times when the earth is in peril, not for phone calls." he said, frowning. "And... The Creator as stated that if we win, she will restore new lives to all of you."

He eyed Ryan carefully, frowning more.

"And as for you - if you don't fight with us, then the demons will take over Heaven. You don't want that, do you? And we'll get to teaching you about your weapons as soon as you all calm down a bit." He sighed.
 
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