Into Hell (Ammie Wicker RP chain)

[sersi]

((im sure we'll work something out. or you will arive last minute like the cavalry! XD ))

Tentative List -
Yomikaze
Shay
Bookworm87
Archaea
Stuckey

aha! a team is formed!

[Carl]

((Pencil me in for some AoE DPS. This looks like fun!))

[angel]

((*Cries myself to sleep because of my inferior planning skills* Seriously though, good luck ^_^ I expect drunken bar stories after, preferably ones by Shay that are completely incorrect and star her as the humble hero who saves the group...well unless that actually happens...))

[onlycore]

((I've seen all the hell dungeons so if there is competition for places I'll step aside))

[sersi]

((so far it seems good! but awesome XD))

[Ammie]

Amaryllis spent Saturday taking in the sights of New York. Statue of Liberty, Empire State Building, St. John's Cathedral, and Ground Zero. She spent the most time wandering the last two, her mind wandering about the gardens of logic surrounding creation and destruction, and the great works of both which man has been driven to in the service of religion.

She breathed the air from the city's lungs, and listened to the cacophony of blaring horns and traffic that was the city's song. She made friends with strangers on the street and learned the many varied proper applications of the extended middle finger, and how to give a proper good ol' fashion New York full-body "fuck you!", complete with extended arms and bouncing swagger forward. She nearly incited violence between then when she asked them where to get the city's best pizza, and only made it worse when she tried to change the subject to hot dogs. She enjoyed her day. She didn't spare a single moment of thought for her looming destiny, for her brother, or for anyone's life but her own, until that night.

When New York slipped undaunted from solar to electric light, Ammie sealed herself in her hotel room, and began to work. She turned off her cellphone, put on her glasses, and devoted herself to brushing up on everything her brother had taught her before leaving. She knew his theories, his discoveries, and thanks to some papers she'd found in the Tabula Rasa, she knew his plan of attack.

She prepared herself body and soul for the journey, and when she fell asleep in the wee hours of Sunday morning, she was ready.

[Ammie]

Hell Raised, ending additions

Part 1

((Ending movie starts @ 41:00 - www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEO-30ahdAc ))

Amaryllis bursts into magickal flames and approaches the man in white. "Emotion is a phantom itch? No nostalgia for earth? Thanks, but go home? What the -fuck-, Teddy!?"
Ammie's fires subside and she points at Saccarissa. "I don't care if you've gotta show balls for your girlfriend, but it's ME."

Wicker starts walking away, as Ammie's voice begins to crack with sadness, her tears barely cried before evaporating in the hell-wind. "Look at me! I came all this way! I came to bring you home! You want to help this place? You're just one person! Come home, Teddy, and we can tell the world together!"

Theodore pauses, his back still turned. "I told you once before to leave me to my work here. You don't remember, I take it, how you found me? How you interfered? How I had to cast you through the borderlands to safe your fragile flesh from sublimating? No, you wouldn't. You were far too weak then."
He turns his head to look at her over his shoulder. "But I can see that you have come so very far."
He offers the slightest of smiles. "Go home, Amaryllis. I'm sure they have come to need you there. I do not." He and Saccarissa vanish into a mist of flame and ashes, the latter mocking goodbye with a roll of the fingers.

Ammie falls to her knees and screams, just to keep from crying. Her voice becomes harsh, resonant, and powerful. "Brother! I've come too far for you to brush me off like this! You said "rifts", that's more than one! This isn't over! I'll keep coming!"

Anna edges behind Mila.

Ammie's voice returns to normal. and she falls to all fours, her palms cut open by the glass-like ground. "This isn't over. Teddy, I won't abandon you....."

Shay shuffles her feet.
Mila quirks an eyebrow.
Shay speaks up. "So... I think this rift is gonna go unstable any second now - common. There's safer places to continue this.
Carl coughs, short of breath. "That... and then that this place is killing us from the inside....."
"Also what he said." Shay said with a grin.
Mila nods. "We can track him as easily from the outside."
Anna speaks up. "I umm second? third? that vote. Let's go at least get out of Hell long enough for me to work a ritual to clean this shit from our blood!"
Ammie stands, and seals the wounds on her palms. "Yeah. Yeah, sorry...."
"Don't be sorry. Just quick." Shay commands, directing the group towards the portal.

The group exits, and gathers to recover among the Anima-rich pathways of Agartha. Anna gets started healing their wounds, and cleansing the poisonous effects of Hell's air from their bodies.

Shay looks around. "Big Chief? Mila? You know where the next most stable tear is?"
Mila watches her blood float through the air as Anna strips it of impurities, and returns it to her veins. "Dialysis. What a charming thought at age 23 -- and no, but if my understanding of Agartha is correct? Probably right down this branch. They should be linked."
Shay gives a sympathetic half-smile. "And I'd wager it is!"
Anna's voice is quiet, her concentration on the delicate clensing rituals. "... probably Eygpt unless it's been closed already... had reports of one as recently as... umm last week..."

The group rested for a while in the glow of Agartha while Anna restored them, then set out in search of the next window into Hell.

[Ammie]

Hell Fallen, ending additions.

Part 2

((Ending movie start @ 7:00. www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScbAIQh0tRE There's some cool story dialogue that happens during the fight though, too.))
((Gods, I wish Wicker still looked like this. Bad model change. Bad!))

Ammie approaches her brother slowly, staring into his eyes with understanding. "Teddy. I'm...sorry I doubted you. I don't know how long it's been for you since I saw you last, but...this...it's simply astonishing what you've built here, and I get what you're trying to do." She places a hand on his chest. "Who was that entity? Do you know?"

Wicker nods, his eyes sad. "It is probably Eblis. One of the architects of this plane. An ancient, powerful soul whose goal seems to be control of the Howling, a petty thing next to the ascension of the poor beings here. He would almost surely loose its power upon Gaia, once he grew bored of conquest here." Wicker moves away from her. "Though I have little love for my birthrealm left, I would not see it destroyed. The Howling needs a master who knows -not- to unleash its power. This, too, I can do, if only I can make the demons cease their in-fighting. Alas, Eblis will not allow this. He sees nothing beyond what Hell has become, and refuses to acknowledge what it could be. He sees the abuses suffered by demons in the Second Age, and does not believe that co-existence with mankind is possible. He may be right. But I feel that in nature there is room for all things."

Ammie winces. "Eblis...I know the name. He was an angel...though I suppose, stripped of humanity's misconceptions, there is little difference." She looks away towards the sky where the entity had floated during the battle, shaken. "That was him? And you held him at bay for us..." She shakes her head. "I had no idea how powerful you had become."
She puts a hand on his shoulder, looking him in the eyes. "Let me stay, then. If you won't come with me, let me stay with you. Let me fight with you."

Wicker brushes her hand from his shoulder, and turns from her. "Don't be ridiculous. You think because you defeat some assassins, you'd last a day here? No. It was by my power that your little band survived at all. Now, really. thanks be to you, but your exit is right over there." Wicker walks away again, and vanishes into the waves of heat.

Ammie looks over the edge of the tower, at the great city under assault. "We need another portal."

Shay stares at her, trying to remaining supportive though her body screamed with the breaks and bruises of taking point position. "...we'll see what we can find."
Carl discretely wipes away more blood coming from his nose, then tries to resume his calm and cool demeanor. "We did it.....we survived this battle."
Mila nods. "Let's not tarry, though. We're not getting any stronger here.

Again they return to Agartha, and again spend time in Anna's care, having inhaled half of the ashen desert, and fallen to the crush of hellborn might time and again. Anna is, at length, able to perform a miracle and return them to a state of mere aches and pains, though it drains her both mentally and physically to do so. Realising her distress, the group decides that Mila should return with Anna to headquarters, and make sure that she received medical attention herself.

Ammie sat near-catatonic by the darkened Agartha exit portal while Shay got on the phone, calling contacts and friends to find souls willing to press on. Carl looked with chagrin over his suit and coat, both stained indelibly with a hell-ash he just knew would never come out. His tie, that Ammie had so often joked about lighting on fire, had indeed burned halfway away.

They were soon joined by a pair of Shay's contacts - Al and Chassi - and when the group was ready, they pressed on to the next rift.

[Ammie]

Hell Eternal ending additions

Part 3

((Ending movie starts @ 33:33 www.youtube.com/watch?v=wduR5YWUDc8 ))
((Note to self - if I ever to a vid capture to post online, do no get on Vent. Really annoying, but the only one I could find. At least there's subtitles.))

Al strides somberly to the balcony overlooking the battlefield, his back to the group, giving them a respectful amount of privacy as they conclude their personal affairs.

Wicker looks at Ammie, waiting for her traditional pleas. Ammie approaches him and embraces him, though he does not return the gesture.

"Teddy. I'm sorry. I know that what you built here was so very, very important, but please...-please- come home now. It's over, so let it be over!"

Wicker puts a hand gently on her head. "But don't you see? Now is when they need me most. Broken and scattered, tribes forever erased, they will turn to the nature which mankind has left them with. They will turn to infighting and destruction until so very few remain that this plane will sink forever into an ever more tragic memory. They need me to lead them onwards, to a new place far from this desolation. And then also there is the Howling. It still needs governance. Restraint. Or else it will do what it was created to do - eat indiscriminately, ruining all of creation."
He lifts her chin to meet her eyes. "You understand these things, don't you? Who has studied so much? Your friends seem to." He lets her go, and turns to leave again.

Before he can slip away, she calls after him. "But you're my brother! We ought to be together!"

Theodore stops and turns to meet her with a steely glare. "Your brother died æons ago, girl. What is left is as poisoned and pitiful in your world as you are in his. I will only tell you once more. Return to your earth, and forget about me." He vanishes.

Before following, Saccarissa chimes in. "You know...he might care about you a little more if you did something besides show up and throw lightning at things, then cry all over his suit. You could spread the word about us. Change all of humanity's opinion, and it might affect us here enough to do some good. You never know."
She draws a clawed finger down Ammie's cheek. "It's such a shame he has no real use for a -human- sister. A pity you're not like him..." She laughs. "Call me sometime, if you'd like to chat about that." She fades away as well.

Ammie looks shaken to the core, a maelstrom of emotion and confusion. She says nothing, and for a few long seconds, she does not move. Suddenly, Amaryllis cuts her hand and squeezes her blood onto the ground. When she speaks, her voice echoes into the vast reaches of Hell.

"Hear me, armies of the forgotten and the maligned! I, Amaryllis Wicker, blood of your champion, hereby pledge myself to your cause! I am an ally to you, in your pursuit of a fair existence! If you accept me, let me feel you as well! Show me a sign!"


Amaryllis lifts into the air screaming, wreathed in blue flame. When she is set down again, her clothes have changed into the same ash-stained white suit her brother wore.

Chassi laughs. "It's possible that the reason Hell has such a hard time getting human champions is that the wardrobe is just terrible."

Amaryllis' clothes stay changed until the group limps from Hell into Agartha, then fade away ghostlike into her normal ones as she collapses.

Shay and Carl revive her, and stay until she seems to be okay. She returns to her New York hotel room in a daze, takes a shower, and changes clothes. In her mind, Saccarissa's words ring out over all of the others. Two options, given at the last, ripping away her closure and her sense that she'd done all she could. Two options.

Ammie paced back and forth in her room for a few minutes, her thoughts a mass of jumbled events...a lifetime of searching, and then so much in the last 24 hours. Finally, she grabbed her coat and headed for Agartha - for the Horned God. If there was someone still there, she needed their advice.

[Ammie]

((Thanks to everyone who helped make this such fun! I really appreciate the companionship, and the willingness to make it all work out so well! I'm looking forward to taking part in your stories too as an "Infernal Consultant" for any and all Hell-based plot lines, or as a "useful spell-slinging black-hearted damn witch" in any other stories I can logically fit into! And of course, continue to RP with you guys in the down-time as a "drunken, crazy, bad influence". It's been a real pleasure to work with such a great group of people!))

[sersi]

((twas fun! glad we got to help you with your personal story XD))