Individual Character RP

The guns went off, and the abomination of man lay still, it's corpse smoking. Emir felt a presence in his mind, as he was the closest to the stone monolith, it was like the book was calling out to him. He only needed the book anyways, not that anyone here cared about him. The book did...
The fog began to clear, and before them, upon a mountain of corpses forever stuck in agony, a citadel of black stone loomed before them, several monoliths positioned around the citadel. Laughter emanated from the citadel, and around them, several more forms appeared from the smoke, abominations, lesser demons, they laughed, laughing at the new blood.
Quinn felt a strange presence, as if a shadow passed over his mind. A silence in his mind arrived, he felt a sense of peace as he heared the singing of a beautiful lady accompanied by a violin, coming from a direction... Quinn wanted to run off and join the happy woman, and dance to the tunes of the violin...

looking at the giant pile of corpses with nothing more than curiosity, Daniel took a deep breath. the air tasted of iron. he hated it. but it was still better than being surrounded by the overpowering smell of gun-smoke and the sweat of the people making the gun smoke. a deep breath to his right told him Krista agreed with him. "I wonder if all of the air in the demon realm smells like this?"
Krista glanced at him. "I certainty hope not, I have a feeling my lungs won't feel free for a long time."
"Want to take a scouting trip to survey the surrounding area?"
"I'm down. I wonder if there is any life hear besides the obvious demons."
Daniel called over his shoulder. "We're going to take a look at the area. we'll be back in about an hour." he and Krista turned right and started their trip.

"So beautiful" quinn mumbled starting to hum in tune with the music, unconsciously drifting towards the music in a waltz like pattern, moving his blade hand in a conductor like tempo "pure elegance and joy"

Emir slowly started walking towards the monolith muttering something about a book. He didn't need anyone else. Swoznick was a tool, Daniel and Krista were idiotic, uncivilized children, Umar was a probably a terrorist, Quinn was probably a drug addict, and Matui was a freak. The book, on the other hand, was everything he needed. The book cared about him.

Quinn got up "thank you I'm OK now" in a fluid motion he powered up the plasma blade and plunging it into matui's gut "...and now i feel better" deactivating the blade he chuckles

Matui felt a dull feeling in his gut, as the ape plunged it's sparkler toy sword into his body. For a second, he lost all his senses, he didn't even feel the ground hit him. His vision became clouded - or was it the fog getting thicker? The time seemed to stop as he slowly descended into shock. He felt cold and hot, petrified and relaxed, euphoric and sad. And then the pain came. A numbing feeling, spreading in waves throughout his body. He opened his eyes and saw Swoznick aiming his gun at Quinn. "Well. At least I'm not dead yet" he thought to himself, strangely calm. He pulled out his gun, his muscles jerking and spasming and aimed at Quinn. Bam. Bam. Quinn spun around as two alien and one Swoznick's bullets impacted with full force. Bam. Bam. Bam. First didn't cause much trouble, lodging itself somewhere in his arm muscle. Second popped his eye and sent his head flying backwards. Third went through a side of his neck, opening a wound from which a stream of blood flowed down Quinn's armor. "How do you feel now, you stuttering primitive blabbermonkey?" thought Matui. He would say it out loud, but the blood was filling his windpipe and lungs, causing another round of convulsions.

He turned his head around and saw someone running. "Is that Emir?" he thought. He would think more, but the laugh was filling his head now, vibrating in his every vein - well, except legs, he couldn't feel them now. "It's fine", he said to himself. "I never needed legs anyway." He started falling and voices filled his head.

What does it matter now?

Emir, Emir, come here. Emir didn't feel in control anymore. But he liked it. He liked the sense of security as the demons clouded his vision. Emir, Emir, do not stop. It all seemed natural, didn't it? For man to serve a higher power? Emir was just a dumb beast, like a cow. It was only right he listened. He knelt down and opened the book. Why, it's written in at least 70 different languages, or was it one? Who knows, who cares. He can't read it, but the ink moved like a serpent, moving, slithering across the dry cracked pages. He can read it, and so he read. It all made sense. Humanity was but a pawn in the game of existence. An expendable pawn. It was right, it was natural. Emir accepted this fact. How can the pawn help his king? By spreading the news of course. Spread the truth to all. Umar was an obstacle, and he must die. Emir turned the page. Why is his vision getting dark? As he read, his sanity unraveled, and his humanity left him. Emir was a husk, an empty shell. Reading the wrong pages can really turn the screws in one's head. Literally. His head turned to face his party, but now before a bullet slammed into his right eye, shredding his brain. Useless pawn.

 Swoznick fired some shots. Swoznick, you silly child. He watched as the bullets hit Quinn's helmet which he had been wearing, and the bullets ricocheted off, hitting Emir in the head. The next bullet lodged itself in Quinn's helmet, causing Quinn to fall over, bruised in the head. And did he not pay attention to his surroundings? Of course he didn't, because there was a demon of lust right behind him. The shapes, the shapes that he ignored, why did he ignore them? Why? And now he will pay the price. Swoznick felt a sense of happiness, happy thoughts. It will all be over soon. The demon of lust spoke to him. Comforting him. It's just a nightmare. The cure is just in his heart, and the demon was the key to it. It can all end here, with just a simple answer. Yes or No?

Matui sat there. Raising him gun up, he fired. He hit Quinn, that's for sure. The first shot made his arm jerk wildly. The bullet hit Quinn, lodging itself in the joint of Quinn's armor, sending a burst of pain in Quinn as he fell forward from the impact of Swoznick's bullet. Matui lay there, thinking. He wished he didn't have to die alone. Why is his map flashing? Oh, they're at the exit point? Woop de doo. They don't have a bomb, so they might as well go home. Everything is numb. It hurts. He could use his mobile portal to go to the station so he can die in the material realm. Or lay there and stare at the hazy sky, or was it a ceiling? Matui, Matui, why did you choose to help these apes? Look at the pain they brought you, so easily over come by demonic temptations.

Quinn was face down. A massive bump on the back of his head with bleeding. Probably some bones broken. Thank god for armor. He felt a spike of pain in his right arm. But why doesn't it hurt? Is it not pain? He felt a warm fuzzy feeling. Pleasure. He felt pleasure in getting hurt. The sweet violin tunes called for him, as he felt happiness in being hurt. The palace of pleasure awaits for Quinn, and a sensation beyond his wildest dreams. Or was he hallucinating, because off in the corner of his eye, he saw a grassy field, contrasting with the hellish landscape. Why is there a grassy field? Run and play in the field, or take a visit to the palace of pleasure. Everything seems so bright. so good.

Krista and Daniel ran, running. They been running in circles, or have they ran for thousands of miles? The ground undulated like a living beast. A nightmare. They didn't feel tired at all, as if they only ran 10 feet. The hills seemed to curve towards the ceiling. There was no up or down. The fog parted to reveal a flight of stairs, eternal darkness below. They couldn't think clearly. They don't knows why, but at least a familiar structure calmed them down. Might as well go down the stairs...