Post by Slater on Jun 29, 2004 13:56:57 GMT -5
40 years after the end of Fathers reign his granddaughter, Jocelyn Prestion-Slater a cleric in her fathers footsteps, starts to dig further into the secrets that New Libria holds, along with her close friend, Jurgen's step grandson, Kerth, and her partner Adren Lalleman. It seems, that Libria was not created under normal circumstances...
Jocelyn, Adren and Kerth all (c) me
any characters from the movie (c) Kurt Wimmer
Walking through a near deserted sector, Jocelyn sighed, her partner, Adren Lalleman was a short while off examening something absently. The past few months had been slow and since her grandfathers death, her mother, Lisa Preston Slater, had become more and more worried about her life. Jocelyn honestly couldnt see why, being trained by her grandfather, -the- John Preston, she was almost as deadly as he had been, almost.
"Cleric! I think theres something you may want to see here!" Jocelyn sighed again and headed over to where Adren was crouched, his face turned up towards her, white blonde hair falling into his eyes.
"What is it Lalleman?" Jocelyns voice had taken on the same tone as her grandfather and Adren blinked before speaking.
"Prozium. And it's still wet, couldnt have been here for more than a few minutes, Cleric is the-"
Lallemans speech was cut off as Jocelyn turned sharply, her berettas in her hands, both of htem trained on the two men who stood behind her, both dressed in cleany pressed clerics uniforms.
"Cleric preston, what are you doing in this sector, in fact, what are you doing outside the apartments that your family live in?" Kerth smirked a slight glint in his eyes as he spoke.
"KERTH! Damn you... cant you take anything seriously?" Jocelyn snapped, her voice raising slightly, "I could have shot you!"
"Ah... but my friend... you did not..."
"No, but I could have!"
"But the fact remains you did not." The voice disturbed them, it was much deeper than any of theirs, and it immediately caused them to snap their gaze towards its source. What they saw, was both beleivable and unbeleivable, the man who stood infront of them was DuPonts own son, the man who had reportedly died 16 years ago. Jocelyn, thoroughly unimpressed by Darrels seeming ressurrection snorted and raised a gun at his head.
"Darrel DuPont... well... what an unexpected surprise... what are you doing here, and I hope you can speak faster than a bullet can move, or else you're going to die for real this time." No one could really explain how Jocelyns mental mode could switch from normal to cleric in such a short time but, it was one of her assets. She cocked her head to the side an eyebrow raised as she waited for Darrel to speak.
"Ah.. well I must say that the rumors of my death have been greatly over exaggerated.. as you can see my dear, I am alive," DuPont, had seemingly gained his fathers eloquent way of talking, and his fathers bad looks too.
"That isnt an answer, that is a time waster, now, what are you doing here, or I will proove to you how efficent I am at killing."
Jocelyn stretched her fingers out slightly her knuckles popping as they slid back into place. DuPont swollowed and scoweld heavliy.
"I came back because I have been instructed to, I am on your side Cleric, but if you rub me the wrong way... you'll see how much like my father I am."
Adren looked at Jocelyn with slight shock that she hadnt shot him there and then, but realised instantly that she had good reason not to, so, he said nothing. Instead of shooting DuPont, Jocelyn lowered her weapon.
"You're coming with me DuPont,"
"What, and without proper introductions, I'm not that easy Cleric Preston, as your mother knows."
"To see Jurgens heir and my mother, they will want to know what you are doing back here."
DuPont looked puzzled then shook his head.
"Alright, alright," He said with irritation, "I shall come, but if I am harmed in any way, you shall be regretting it"
Jocelyn, Adren and Kerth all (c) me
any characters from the movie (c) Kurt Wimmer
Walking through a near deserted sector, Jocelyn sighed, her partner, Adren Lalleman was a short while off examening something absently. The past few months had been slow and since her grandfathers death, her mother, Lisa Preston Slater, had become more and more worried about her life. Jocelyn honestly couldnt see why, being trained by her grandfather, -the- John Preston, she was almost as deadly as he had been, almost.
"Cleric! I think theres something you may want to see here!" Jocelyn sighed again and headed over to where Adren was crouched, his face turned up towards her, white blonde hair falling into his eyes.
"What is it Lalleman?" Jocelyns voice had taken on the same tone as her grandfather and Adren blinked before speaking.
"Prozium. And it's still wet, couldnt have been here for more than a few minutes, Cleric is the-"
Lallemans speech was cut off as Jocelyn turned sharply, her berettas in her hands, both of htem trained on the two men who stood behind her, both dressed in cleany pressed clerics uniforms.
"Cleric preston, what are you doing in this sector, in fact, what are you doing outside the apartments that your family live in?" Kerth smirked a slight glint in his eyes as he spoke.
"KERTH! Damn you... cant you take anything seriously?" Jocelyn snapped, her voice raising slightly, "I could have shot you!"
"Ah... but my friend... you did not..."
"No, but I could have!"
"But the fact remains you did not." The voice disturbed them, it was much deeper than any of theirs, and it immediately caused them to snap their gaze towards its source. What they saw, was both beleivable and unbeleivable, the man who stood infront of them was DuPonts own son, the man who had reportedly died 16 years ago. Jocelyn, thoroughly unimpressed by Darrels seeming ressurrection snorted and raised a gun at his head.
"Darrel DuPont... well... what an unexpected surprise... what are you doing here, and I hope you can speak faster than a bullet can move, or else you're going to die for real this time." No one could really explain how Jocelyns mental mode could switch from normal to cleric in such a short time but, it was one of her assets. She cocked her head to the side an eyebrow raised as she waited for Darrel to speak.
"Ah.. well I must say that the rumors of my death have been greatly over exaggerated.. as you can see my dear, I am alive," DuPont, had seemingly gained his fathers eloquent way of talking, and his fathers bad looks too.
"That isnt an answer, that is a time waster, now, what are you doing here, or I will proove to you how efficent I am at killing."
Jocelyn stretched her fingers out slightly her knuckles popping as they slid back into place. DuPont swollowed and scoweld heavliy.
"I came back because I have been instructed to, I am on your side Cleric, but if you rub me the wrong way... you'll see how much like my father I am."
Adren looked at Jocelyn with slight shock that she hadnt shot him there and then, but realised instantly that she had good reason not to, so, he said nothing. Instead of shooting DuPont, Jocelyn lowered her weapon.
"You're coming with me DuPont,"
"What, and without proper introductions, I'm not that easy Cleric Preston, as your mother knows."
"To see Jurgens heir and my mother, they will want to know what you are doing back here."
DuPont looked puzzled then shook his head.
"Alright, alright," He said with irritation, "I shall come, but if I am harmed in any way, you shall be regretting it"
