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| Psycho Werekitsune | Apr 13 2012, 07:09 PM Post #136 |
Part man...part beast...full psycho!
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Erik stirred from his timely slumber by Kyosuke's presence, yawning as he attempted to make sense of what his friend was saying. "Whu...identity? What're ya talkin' about?" He mumbled, barely coherent due to being half asleep. His mind already went through it's paces to make sense of what Kyosuke said half the time, but now that he was being serious, it seemed to be even more difficult, partially due to his current state. "Yeah, he's some guy from the...circus...thingie. Imma stay and keep an eye on...things." With another yawn, he nodded off once more. Erik found himself being startled awake by the combination of the sounds emanating from the television as well as Esika calling out to him. He jumped from his seat, stretching out and yawning before pulling off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. He promptly replaced them to assess the situation; they were still in the hospital and Esika had seemingly recovered from the surgery just fine. He was relieved, sighing before slumping back into his seat. He looked over at his watch, his eyes widening as he took note that it was already well into the afternoon. "Jeez, talk about getting wiped out." He turned back to Esika, noting the grim expression on her face as she looked down at her phone. Something told him this had to do with whatever Mark had alluded to the previous evening and that did not sit well with him. He needed to shift the mood, believing that easing the tension might get Esika talking. If anything, he knew that whatever happened, he really needed to be prepared for it. "So hey, how're you holding up? They said that it wasn't very serious and they just cleaned the wound and patched you up." At that moment, Kyosuke made his entrance, remarking something about a terminally ill patient before giggling. Erik rolled his eyes as he got up from his seat. "Someone should really warn the hospital staff about you. Anywho, are you feeling well enough for a bit of activity? Because my legs are cramped and I know I'd really love to get moving." He decided to hold off on mentioning Mark or the conversation they had had the night before until he felt it was necessary, not unless she checked her recent calls and found out about it on her own. |
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| -Fenix- | May 24 2012, 01:15 PM Post #137 |
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"Someone should really warn the hospital staff about you. Anywho, are you feeling well enough for a bit of activity? Because my legs are cramped and I know I'd really love to get moving." "I did warn the staff. I told them that the Perpetual Awesomness is in da houze........spelling mistakes intended! He he he he he. Anyways, I would love to do some quotation marks activity with you......as long as you don't ask me to come in my house and have coffee, we're good. He he he he he." Kyosuke headed for the door, not really certain whether Erik was asking him or Esika, but he went outside anyway. Kyosuke walked along the hallways of the hospital, until he reached a large garden, where seats and tables were located for visitors and patients to sit and relax; it was there that he met his lady friend. "Kyosuke! Good morning!" "Hey there pretty mama! Heh huh hoh!" he greeted Laura as he moved his arms around, flexing his biceps and pectorals; Laura seemed to be aroused by the way Kyosuke showed off his muscular structure. "Oh Kyosuke, can I touch them?" Laura spoke as she went to grab his arms, only for Kyosuke to move his arms away. "You can't touch this, taa nana nah, dingding bambam!" he sang. "You're such a tease." "Okay, this conversation is becoming too Fenix Keira ish. I'm gonna conveniently look towards those stairs on my right.." Kyosuke turned his head towards the stairs, his eyes and mouth widened in shock. A man with short yellowish brown hair, wearing a black T-shirt with the words 'Korokage' and 'I eat surfers for breakfast' written on the front and back respectively. Kyosuke's shock quickly turned into anger as he ran towards the man walking down the stairs, a bat manifesting in Kyosuke's hand as he approached his target; the man swung his bat, aiming for the oblivious bystander's head. The swing seemed to slow down somehow, the bat reaching it's target in a form of slow motion; music could be heard in the background accompanying the swing, the song had 'no more mister nice guy' in it's lyrics. Once the bat's hit landed, the man flew down the stairs in slow motion as well; the song was still playing as the Kyosuke descended after the fallen man. Repetitive beating resumed once Kyosuke was near the fallen victim. "Where's my post you son of a bitch? HAH? WHERE'S MY POST? You have time to edit your 'M''S''N' status, but not to give me my post!" The speed of time returned to normal and the background music disappeared as Kyosuke yelled at the man covered in blood. "You've got till five 'o' clock you hear me?! You've got till five 'o' clock to get me my post! And don't go running off to 'D''C', cause I'm there as well." Kyosuke then took off the man's pants and shoved the bat he used into his anus until it disappeared. The assailant then proceeded to ascend the stairs when he met his lady friend. "Oh my God! What happened?" The lady asked shockingly. "The poor douche fell off the stairs. Anyways, let's get some coffee." "Aren't we gonna help him?" "Someone is bound to help him, after all, we're in a hospital. Besides.." his voice switched to a Russian accent "if he dies, he dies." "You're right. Besides, I'm off duty now. Let's go get some cliched Starbucks coffee." "Make sure it's decaf. I wanna take a picture of my cup and post it on my Facebook account." The two proceeded to move away from the bloody corpse when Kyosuke looked at the man as they walked away. "I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE STAIRS BRO! I TOLD YOU!" Edited by Fenix, May 24 2012, 01:16 PM.
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| -Korokage- | Jun 6 2012, 11:34 PM Post #138 |
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((I now marketh the revivification of this thread with my overdue post.)) The knife twirled deftly in between blue fingers that should have crushed it. The morning light that filtered through the dust coated blinds gleamed off of the blade, turning the dance into one of hypnotic light. The news report muffled through to his head. Boot clad feet plodded from the tiny kitchen to the comparatively large living room. A guy with telekinesis got shot by a cop or something. Not surprising in the least. Then again, hardly anything surprised him anymore. Only one detail rang loud enough to keep him from writing it off as yet another stupid cop and yet another stupid kid. Micah. The coffee table had a distinct lack of coffee, but had the riddle he solved yesterday on it. If it weren’t for the fact that Micah’s name, face and carnival of death were plastered all over the morning news like it was free advertising, he would have said that the cop did a good job. Instead, it’s one big controversy, and plenty of people were going to go to the carnival to give their condolences. So the cop was, in the end, an idiot. He shook his head, gripping the weapon in the same moment. With a light brush against the little button on the side, the switchblade retracted with a light “shnk.” He slid the weapon into the left pocket of his pants. Some would call the camouflage design tacky, but he only had four things in his closet and it was this or the God awful sweat pants. With heavy plodding he moved back to the kitchen, stopping between the cabinet and the fridge. Normally he’d have alcohol, but he had errands to run and giant plot to thwart. Maybe water would be a better choice for this morning. He continued to the fridge, and opened it. He quickly plucked out a bottle of water and shut the machine. He placed the bottle on the counter and looked to… the bare cardboard tube that he could have sworn was a roll of paper towels a week ago. With a snort he turned and opened the pantry. Thank God for two for one sales. He tore several sheets off and wrapped them around the water bottle. With this totally necessary process done, he tossed the paper towel roll onto the counter and opened the bottle, drinking deep of the really fucking cold yet oddly soothing fluid within. He began plodding back to the living room when knocking suddenly resonated. He stopped and listened, making sure it wasn’t his imagination when the knocking came again. He turned to the front door and walked to it. He unlocked it with a soft click, and opened it to revel a tall, busty, curvaceous woman on the other side of the threshold. Her hair, black as pitch, reached down her back, and her bangs covered one side of her face; her only visible eye gleamed with something a touch darker than the smirk on her lips. ”Hey Ethaniel, ready to rock?” ”Only if you don’t die.” He looked down to make sure he was wearing his blue hoodie. He locked eyes once more with his partner in ass kicking and nodded, before something in his memory began nagging at him. ”Oh yeah, before we go… how did you know Javon was there last night?” The mage’s smirk widened and she closed her eyes briefly. ”You see my fishy accomplice; an illusionist must take everything into account when hiding. Things like how weather patterns are affecting humidity, how the slightest breeze brings foreign particulates into the area and even their own mana expenditure rate.” She ran a hand through her hair. ”I pride myself on being a semi-expert on mana.” He raised a brow. Her response was a pout, which erupted into a grin. ”Ok, what really happened was… the grass where he was standing wasn’t cut so it made a noticeable depression. True facts.” She adjusted the purse on her shoulder, her leather jacket looking somewhat bulky along the sides. He didn’t question it, and the sharkman promptly walked past the mage and marched down the hall. There were things to do, and only so long to do them. And with the acquisition of a proper ride through town, they were going to get down at light speed. ~Ten minutes later~ ”Why is your stupid pedo van going so slow?” With a mighty thud, the driver’s fist collided with his shoulder. ”Does it look like this motherfucker is driven by pedobear? And it’s because of your stupidly big sword that’s in the back, dumbass.” Ethaniel, however, paid little mind. He was more concerned with how they were only down a handful of blocks instead of blazing through the early morning. Also, what was he going to say to the “robbers,” and how was he going to say it? Should he do his usual massive douche nozzle approach, or something slightly less obtuse? The white van jerked to a halt at yet another red light. The mage, serving as the driver, leaned forward after snatching a scrunchy from the glove box. She quickly tied her hair into a loose bun and leaned back. ”I’m gonna pull over in a sec.” Her voice had a slight growl to it. ”Yeah sure.” The light turned green and the van slowly lurched forward. Soon the van was pulled over in front of a store, and he was watching as Marianne hopped out and walked to the back. He looked around slightly worriedly when the van shifted. He turned to watch his companion pull herself into the driver side seat. He raised his brow. She shrugged. ”I made your stupid sword lighter. With magic. Pretty much the best invention ever.” She stepped on the gas and they were back on the road. ”I need to make one stop before we see your jail friends, but it shouldn’t take too long.” He began settling into the seat. ”Oh really? And what are you going to be doing?” She shrugged again. ”Just a shake down for some parts. Should only take about… five minutes, give or take.” A smile twitched at the edge of his lips. ”That all? Let come in and it’ll only be one.” No answer, just a smirk. She hit the turn signal before making a right. ((Before anyone asks, the errand Marainne is running will only be relevant in a future RP. She doesn't have everything she needs to make use of it in this one just yet.)) Edited by Korokage, Jun 6 2012, 11:39 PM.
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Jun 8 2012, 05:05 PM Post #139 |
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(I guess I could entertain with a small post.) Siren awoke to the sound of light knocking at the door of her office. She lifted her head up off her desk, prying off the sheets of paperwork that were stuck to her face before telling the person on the other side of the door to come in. The scruffy form of Detective Jack Daniels walked through, bearing a mug of coffee for her. He sat it down on the emptiest part of her desk before finally addressing her. "Doesn't look like you got any more sleep than I did. You still tryin' to figure out what to do with that kid in lockup?" "Tell me about it. Speaking of which, where the hell is my partner? I need that damn-" She looked down at a small Post-It that was stuck onto one of the papers she had in front of her, clearly labeled "Johan Joestar". "-number. Guess I better give this guy a call. Hope he's up." "Well, I guess I'll leave ya to it then. I don't think you should really get involved with the politics of all this, but it ain't my business to tell you how to do your job." He waved back as he walked through the door, shutting it firmly behind him. Siren picked up her phone and dialed the number in. The phone on the other end rang for a few seconds before a man on responded rather energetically. "Hallo, dies ist Johan Joestar." Siren hesitated a bit before responding, completely neglecting to consider that the man might not understand English. "Good afternoon Mr. Joestar, this is Serenity Maximoff from New Alastia's police department. Sorry to disturb you, but I was hoping you can help me out with something." The man replied in perfect English, with only the slightest accent. "Well hello Ms. Maximoff, I wasn't expecting an international call! How are you doing this fine day and what can I help you with?" "I'm uh...doing fine, thanks. I have a bit of a dilemma on my hands here..." She proceeded to recount the events of the prior day, detailing everything that had happened with Lynness and asking how she should tackle the situation. Johan thought on this for a few moments, mumbling to himself for a bit before responding. "In all honesty, Ms. Maximoff, I am not sure how the courts will handle this. It's a very delicate case that needs plenty of study and deliberation from whatever legal consultation you decide to go with for this. While I hear they have rehabilitation centers for individuals with special abilities that help them to control them, it does not help the matter of how she has already killed several individuals seemingly of her own free will. It will be very difficult selecting a jury that will sympathise with her, regardless of how you present the case." He sighed a little, annoyed at how morbid the situation seemed. He had tackled some of the most difficult cases he had ever seen during his career, but this was something else. "The best advice I can offer is to try and convince the judge that the manifestation of her abilities had caused her to react the way she did. I don't know if your girl will really understand the concept of altering the facts to help her, but it's the only thing I can think of to keep her from being incarcerated in a maximum security prison, or worse, a prison catered to specials. If this does work, you'll be able to have her taken to a facility that will help her acclimate to her condition better." Siren thanked the lawyer before hanging up, leaning back into her chair and sighing as the dread from the pit of her stomach began sinking in. |
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| -Aroxys- | Jun 9 2012, 09:17 PM Post #140 |
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The illusionist hadn't even bothered doing his usual stealth routine as he walked around the city, scoping out anything that might be of interest to himself or his ally. Or was it allies? He wasn't terribly sure about the puppeteer aside from the fact that she was trying to get into a good enough position to yank his pants down, and that wasn't enough to go by one way or the other. Rather than overcomplicate things with baseless speculation, he simply decided Marianne was someone he was undecided on and would wait until he has more to work with before moving her out of that category. Given how she seems to be, that might take a while. At least Ethaniel was nice and straight-forward. The shark man was blunt and didn't mess around for the most part, making him a good foil to a mage who's entire battle strategy revolves around trickery. Of course, as for what the magus was actually doing... He was largely undecided. It would be a relatively trivial matter to grab some jewels from any of the shops he had seen, high security or no, and they would be more than mere decorations if he were to grab them as opposed to someone buying them for use as overpriced trinkets. On the other, information is an equally valuable commodity and would likely result in less trouble down the line. He knew where to get both, the problem was which one did he want to pursue first? Spare mana storage meant that he wouldn't have to worry about running out anytime soon, not to mention being able to support other magus in battle should it come to that. If it comes down to a fight between equally skilled foes, the winner is often the one who came in better prepared than the other. Information could lead to an understanding of how the enemy works, meaning that one could be more efficient in dealing with said enemy while taking fewer resources to deal with them. If both were good options, then it came down to other variables: Namely, windows of opportunity. The only real source of confirmed information was with the police, and it was dubious as to whether or not they'd stay viable for any length of time. Gemstones have lasted for hundreds of years untouched, some less, some far, far longer, but the city would not be empty of precious gems overnight. Thus, he sought information first, resources second. With that in mind, he headed off toward the police station to see if he could not glean anything further from the mooks from yesterday. |
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| -Arem- | Jun 17 2012, 10:58 AM Post #141 |
Fabulous Homosexual
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Viper roared through the street with an occupied look on his face. The previous night proved to be rather fruitless in the occasional bounties, which didn't improve his foul mood to no end. Yet strangely, as the new day began, he found himself thinking about the previous day, especially the demoness Lynness. What he wanted to do hadn't changed, yet he found himself beginning to wonder about her. The bloodhaze that fuel his rage yesterday had long evaporated, so he was now thinking clearly. This demon was in the body of a little girl, a form most demons hated because it was pathetically weak. Only the craftiest ones would take that kind of form. Viper had taken on many grunts and a few of the elites of the horde, but he found himself wondering about the motives of those more crafty. If Lynness was one of those crafty ones, what was her motive in all this? Her tactics were brutal, almost overkill. What was the point? Viper's face twisted up in aggravation. Why was he thinking thinking about this? No matter the motive, this bitch had to pay for killing the kid. He just needed to be patient. As he drove by, he came upon another group of police on a street corner. Stopping his motorcycle, he watched the cops mill about on the corner from what he considered a safe distance A space between the cars enabled him to see what was going on, and saw another body bag. Viper growled. "What's with this place? I feel like someone trying to make a bigger body count than me?" On a whim, he wondered about contacting Siren to see if this new body had anything to do with their mutual friend. While it was unlikely, he could never be too careful. After all, where there was one demon, there were usually more. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, the one the detective Siren gave to him. Unwadding it, he read the contents and called the number on his phone. "You should already know who this is. As much as I'd love to butt heads with you again in person, I'm not in the mood for it. Perhaps you can indulge me instead: what's going on with the boys in blue on the corner of Halifax and Green?" As he listened, his eyes caught something on the ground. Looking down, he saw what looked like quartz spheres, or some kind of crystal. "What the hell?" he thought. ------ (Thought I might humor this again. I didn't see any names for the street corner in EF's post, so I gave it a couple. Hopefully, the crystal spheres should tip you guys off on which part of his post I'm replying to.) |
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Jun 19 2012, 12:24 AM Post #142 |
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The cellphone on her table buzzed loudly as whatever generic ringtone she had by default sounded, distracting Siren from her train of thought. She leaned forward and grabbed the phone, noting the new number before answering it. "Serenity Maximoff, what can I do ya for?" "You should already know who this is. As much as I'd love to butt heads with you again in person, I'm not in the mood for it. Perhaps you can indulge me instead: what's going on with the boys in blue on the corner of Halifax and Green?" An irritated look crossed Siren's features at the sound of Viper's voice, before quickly turning to one of confusion at his question. She had only woken up a few moments ago, so she had absolutely no idea what he was refering to. "I...wait, hang on." She put the phone on her desk before cracking open the door to her office and poking her head out. A uniformed officer was just passing by and she called out to him. "Hey, Ramirez, you know anything about our guys on Halifax and Green?" "What, you mean you haven't seen the news? Some trigger happy newbie from the 15th shot a carnie who was doing tricks on the street corner. Mayor Suarez is having a field day dealing with the press and trying to put a lid on it before it gets out of control. " "Yeesh, sounds messy. Let me know what happens. Oh and see if you can find El Jeffe, I need to talk to him." The younger man nodded and went about his way before Siren returned to her desk and procured the phone from off of it. "Yeah, looks like some trigger happy beat cop lost it and shot a performer from the carnival that's in town. Don't really know the details, guy's from another precinct and I only just found out about it. You want I should look into it?" |
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| -Fenix- | Jul 2 2012, 12:25 PM Post #143 |
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"It's, been much too long, I feel it coming on the feeling is getting stroooong. It's, been much too long, I feel it coming on the feeling is in my boooones. Toooooo long, CAN YOU FEEEEEL IIIIIT! Toooooo long, oh can you feel iiiiiit. Toooooo long, CAN YOU FEEEEEL IIIIIT! Toooooo long, oh can you feel it. At last, the long wait is oooover, the weight is off my shoulders, I'm taking all control. My mind is set so free, I'm where I want to be, to get the best of meeee. Toooooo long, CAN YOU FEEEEEL IIIIIT! Toooooo long, oh can you feel iiiiiit. Toooooo long, CAN YOU FEEEEEL IIIIIT! Toooooo long, oh can you feel it. I see, you feel the way I do, the feeling all so true, the good feelings coming through. My mind is set so free, I'm where I want to be, to get the best of me. Toooooo long, CAN YOU FEEEEEL IIIIIT! Toooooo long, oh can you feel iiiiiit. Toooooo long, CAN YOU FEEEEEL IIIIIT! Toooooo long, oh can you feel it. It's, been much too long, I feel it coming on the feeling is getting stroooong. It's, been much too long, I feel it coming on the feeling is in my boooones. Toooooo long, CAN YOU FEEEEEL IIIIIT! Toooooo long, oh can you feel iiiiiit. Toooooo long, CAN YOU FEEEEEL IIIIIT! Toooooo long, oh can you feel it. At last the long wait is ooover, the weight is off my shoulders, I'm taking all control yeah. My mind is set so free, I'm where I want to be, to get the best of meeee. Toooooo long, CAN YOU FEEEEEL IIIIIT! Toooooo long, oh can you feel iiiiiit. Toooooo long, CAN YOU FEEEEEL IIIIIT! Toooooo long, oh can you feel it. You know you need it, yeah, I need it too, well alright, you know you need it, it's good for you. We're gonna move You know you need it, yeah, I need it too, well alright, you know you need it, it's good for you!" |
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| -Eternally Fallen- | Jul 6 2012, 10:38 AM Post #144 |
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"Actually, I feel pretty good." Esika answered, though in all actuality she still felt terrible. She glanced about, spotting the television set in her room; while the station had already changed subjects, she couldn't help but feel anger toward whoever left it on, an unpleasant reminder of events to come later in the day. Well, I guess I should still try to enjoy the day, while I can. Erik made it clear that the doctors hadn't considered her wound too serious, warranting only an overnight stay just to be safe. All the same, her side still ached from the wound she'd suffered the previous evening, pain shooting through her ribs as she pushed the blanket down the bed, shifting her position to stand. The chill of the tile floor against her bare feet was enough to give her goose bumps, though they quickly passed. As she stretched, she listened in as Kyosuke recounted the time he spent with a terminally ill patient; apparently, the patient had died listening to one of his stories. Combined with Erik's reaction, it was enough to get the vampiress laughing slightly, though the pain in her side quickly put a stop to that. As Erik suggested that they do something, she glanced back at her phone, now held in her right hand, checking the time before looking back up with a small smile "That would be nice. I suppose if we're going out, I should probably clean up this wound and get dressed." Mindful of her company, she used her right hand to hold closed the back of her hospital gown, her phone clutched between her palm and the fabric. Her movements were slow and stiff as she stepped around the cot. "Man, I'm not used to having so much trouble getting around." She admitted with a grin as she approached the table next to her bed, using her free hand to grab her clothes, neatly folded in a small stack. She turned, quickly clearing the distance between table and bathroom door. "Anyways, I'll only be a few moments." Offering a brief smile, she stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Once she was alone, the first thing she did was to check her phone one last time, curious if anyone had tried to get in touch with her while she was out of it. The icon that indicated a missed call wasn't showing up on the front screen. Relieved, she set the phone on top of the toilet, before setting her clothes down on the lid. I suppose I'll be able to get a good look at this wound once I take off the bandages. Turning to face the mirror hanging from the bathroom door, she untied her gown, allowing it to fall to the floor. The girl was left standing in nothing but her underwear, the gauze taped to her side obvious even from this angle. Probably a good thing they didn't try putting my bra back on me. She joked to herself, turning so her left side was facing the mirror and lifting her arm into the air. I'm sure it would have just irritated the wound, by the look of things. The gauze was discolored, a dark red everywhere but the edges, like she hadn't stopped bleeding. Were they sure it wasn't something serious? Slowly, she pulled at the bandage, careful not to mess up the work the doctors had done. "Oh God..." Esika muttered, eyes widening with terror. The skin around the wound was an ashen color, a grayish smoke rising from the edges. Her sutures hadn't held up; bits of thread poked from the skin around the wound, as though some corrosive substance had eaten through them. The flesh inside the wound came in varying shades of red and gray, looking very much like decay, and the scent of the smoke gave off that same impression. "Erik, oh God!" Stomach turning, Esika quickly moved back to the sink, feeling violently ill. ¯\(°_o)/¯ "Well...I've gotta admit, this is a surprise." Mark admitted, taking a small bite out of a muffin as he followed the much smaller Emilyn. "I mean, I don't mind, of course, but this is just a little unexpected, you wanting to talk." She had already told him they needed to speak in a more secluded place, which caught the young magus off guard; they stood outside of the trailer that she and her sister used while they were on the road, now, the girl hurrying to unlock the door. "I trust you have a good reason for pulling me away from my lunch. I haven't had a chance to eat, you know..." It was a tease, of course, despite how true it was. "I really just need someone to talk to right now." Emilyn admitted with a sigh, pulling the key free from the lock and opening the door. "It could have been anyone, really. But, aside from my sister, you're the only person I trust here." She motioned for Mark to step into the trailer, following him as he did. She took a second to look around before closing the door; she wanted a private conversation, and it would have been ruined if they were followed. Mark had taken a seat on one of the two beds, leaving his snack on the counter near the door. Emilyn took her place on the mattress across from him. "Anyways....what I wanted to talk about. It's about tonight. The ceremony." Mark nodded in response; it had been on his mind all morning. "I don't know if I can go through with it." "I understand. I'm not comfortable with the idea of letting innocent people die, just so that Micah can get what he wants. It makes me sick, honestly." "Mark...you know that's not what I'm talking about." "Oh. Oh, I see." There wasn't much that the young magus could say in response. "Well, assuming everything goes according to plan, we'll all be free after tonight. I don't like how it's going to go down, but all the same Micah has gone through a lot of work making sure it would go off without a hitch. You need to try relaxing, and stop giving it too much thought. "But how can I relax?" Emilyn question, looking straight at Mark, her eyes glistening even in the low light of the trailer. "You know what will happen, if we fail? Micah's backup plan...you know, don't you?" Mark's gaze met hers for a moment; he could only nod in response, looking down at the floor to avoid having to see her tortured expression any longer. "You know, yet you won't try to stop it. Micah can't do anything without you, and you know it. He needs a magus. Why don't you stop this? Before it's too late?" "Look." Mark began, reluctantly turning his attention back toward the girl. Slowly, he lifted his hand toward her face, brushing aside her brown hair and wiping away a few stray tears. "I know that you're upset over all this, but I really don't think we can go against Micah at this point. I'd love to get out of this, I really would, but I don't think it's possible. When the odds of Micah having to go with the backup plan are low, isn't it better to just see this through? Besides, I can't even imagine a scenario where our failing is even possible..." He was hoping he could encourage her, but he could see her expression contorting, her frustration showing through as her eyes narrowed in a hateful glare. "Well then, you must not be paying attention to what's going on around you!" Emilyn spat, her tone aggressive. "Those guys Micah sent to the bank? The ones that had a surefire way of escape? Micah was saying last night how they were ambushed while trying to get out. Not by police, either. It was people like us." It was clear that one of the two would-be heroes was Ethaniel, the guy she and her sister had only met the day before. The identity of the other assailant, though, was a mystery. The fact that they managed to evade detection until they made their move was also troubling. "Even if we ignore that for a moment, I'm sure you know about the guy that fought Shadow." "Yeah, I met him at the hospital yesterday. He seemed like a good guy." Mark wasn't willing to admit that he had given away some vital information regarding their plans for the night, even if he had been vague. He was hoping that the guy that had managed to best Shadow could somehow help prevent the tragedy that the ceremony would turn into. Admitting that would be the same as telling Emilyn that he'd personally condemned her. "Well, he told Micah that he was going all-out when he lost, and apparently he hadn't managed to do much damage to the guy. My point is, even if I want to believe everything is going to go smoothly, I can't stop myself from thinking that tonight is going to be a disaster." Her expression had softened considerably by this point. "And even if everything goes smoothly, don't you think your dad would be ashamed to know--" "Don't you dare bring my father into this conversation." Mark retorted, expression still relaxed but his tone carrying a hint of hostility. "You're only doing this out of your own selfish desire." "He would be heartbroken to know what you've been doing, and you know it. It would destroy him to know that his own son is more or less a murderer! Are you really so afraid to lose him that you'll let other people die? You're pathetic!" "You have no right!" Mark roared, rising to his feet, his expression twisted into a vision of unrivaled fury. Almost reflexively, he lifted his hand into the air. Emilyn answered his action by pushing herself back toward the wall of the trailer, tears flowing unrestrained now. "I-I'm sorry." Unwilling to actually strike the girl, Mark pulled back his fist, slamming it into the wall of the trailer. "I know he'd be disgusted with me. But I really...I'm not ready to lose him." He turned back toward the much smaller girl, his own eyes now welling up with tears. "How can I betray the man that gave me everything?" "But Mark, it's not a betrayal. You love your dad. But he's sick, and even at full health, one life doesn't equal the lives of hundreds, some who would have much longer to live. Your dad wouldn't see it as a betrayal to turn your back on such a sickening plot. He would be proud." "But it's not fair...he should still have a long time to live. He's barely had time to enjoy himself, working so hard for his family." "I know it isn't fair." Emilyn answered, voice cracking. "This whole thing isn't fair to anyone, though. Madie...she isn't even aware of the backup plan. I can't stand the idea of leaving her, alone. I can admit that I'm only speaking out of my own desires, but that just means we're both acting selfishly. Despite that, it's not fair to compare one life to hundreds if we're successful, and whether Plan A succeeds or fails, people will die." "What should I do, then? Emilyn? "We can just walk away, Mark. You, me, Madelyn and Esika." Emilyn's eyes were locked with those of Mark at this point, tears still flowing down her face, her own voice still unsteady. "Yeah, Micah will stop paying for your father's care, but he'll still have time to live. You can be there for him, be strong for him." The girl reached out, hesitating for a moment before cupping Mark's cheek, mimicking his own action moments ago. "I-I still love you. I'll stay by your side in this. I swear I will!" "You know that I love your sister like she was my own sister. And I'll always love you...I'm just not sure we could make it work. We couldn't make it work the first time." "Even if that happens, we can still be there for each other. Just like family. You could introduce us to your family." Her own confidence was coming back again. "I just told you I would stay by your side in this. Just please, Mark! For me...for all of us!" By this point, she'd begun clutching his shoulders, her own desperation still obvious in her words and actions. "I...alright." The magus was trembling with guilt; even if it was unfair to save him at the cost of many others, it felt like he was condemning his father to death even by just thinking about betraying Micah. "If you'll stay by my side, to the very end..." "I promise." ¯\(°_o)/¯ It had been a long time since Emilyn left the tent, yet Madelyn still sat within, alone. She'd climbed out of the tub hours ago. It was now well into the afternoon, and while she'd put on her undergarments and a white tank top, she still wore her blue robe. The girl busied herself brushing her hair while she sat before the mirror, trying to make it look good for later. She still had hopes of going out with her sister; even if she didn't, even if all they did today was see Micah's grand plan through, she still wanted to look good. "What has she been up to all day?" Madelyn wondered, her lips twisted into a small frown, her full expression one of boredom. "I was hoping we could meet up with Mary and Ethaniel today. She must be pretty busy helping set up." She was trying to fool herself, of course; even if it was a possibility, it was extremely unlikely. Both girls were notorious for getting out of work when they could, so there was little chance that Emilyn was busying herself with the hard work. They'd already prepared the pyrotechnics for the evening show, there was no way she was going to carry them to the platform and set them up. "Awe, looks like the little girl was left all alone today." A familiar voice called out, sounding as though it was coming from all directions simultaneously. Madelyn straightened up in her chair, setting the brush down in her lap as she looked about for the speaker. From around the mirror came Shadow, hood pulled back to reveal his unkempt hair. "Really, your sister should know better than to leave such a delicate flower alone. I hear the carnival had a case of kidnapping yesterday, and it would be just dreadful if such a pretty girl found herself in the clutches of a villain like that." "Matthew, you idiot." Madelyn joked with a smile. The criminal who'd taken a small girl the day before leaned forward, giving her a hug. "So tell me, were you really so bored sitting in a jail cell? That you would break out just to come see someone like me?" "But you know you're my favorite trouble-maker." Matthew answered with a grin. "And didn't I tell you not to call me by my real name? It's dangerous." Madelyn could only respond by shrugging shoulders. "Actually, Micah's had me pretty busy since last night. I've been making a manifestation of myself and sneaking away every so often, when the police aren't watching. I've been overseeing the progress both here and elsewhere, but I've kept my trips very brief, so I'm fairly certain they haven't noticed." "Ah, so the busybody can't even catch a break after being put behind bars?" Madelyn teased. "So I guess all the preparations are looking pretty good?" "Looking good, yeah. From what I understand, Mark finished carving the symbols into the ground a few hours ago, and now the pyrotechnic platform is nearly put up, so all they'll need to do is position the fireworks. Beyond that, the sentries have reported that the bank hostages from yesterday have been funneling through the gates at regular intervals since morning, and have all arrived by this point." Matthew had been pacing around the chair, and was standing near Madelyn's left side by this point, before stopping and beginning to walk back around. "Speaking of the bank, Micah knows the shark creature you spent the afternoon with was involved in that." "Was he?" Madelyn questioned, slightly curious now. "Yeah. The boys that got caught said they suddenly felt weakened, and that a teal-colored shark-like being and a mysterious figure managed to cut off their escape." "I see..." She couldn't help but think back to the time they'd spent together. She couldn't help but blush a little; it really had been fun. "He was probably just acting to save the hostages. He seems like the type that would pull those heroic acts." "You seem really relaxed, all things considered" "...why shouldn't I be?" "Micah didn't tell you?!" Matthew questioned, shocked. Madelyn once again shook her head no. "Well, it would be cruel not to tell you at this point." The unkempt man was standing behind Madelyn at this point; he leaned closer, unwilling to say it aloud. "Micah has plans to use your sister as a sacrifice, if he can't use the carnival patrons." "O-oh.... Madelyn could feel her eyes stinging, though she was quick to start rubbing at them. "I'm sorry, Madelyn...I need to get back now." Without another word, Matthew vanished from sight, returning to his jail cell. A sudden sense of urgency overtaking her, Madelyn reached under the chair, grabbing her phone from the floor and clicking in the lock button. "No texts...no missed calls..." Her own voice broke as she spoke, the girl sniffling as she continued to stare at the device, as if willing something to happen. ¯\(°_o)/¯ While Lynness was alone in her cell, she was certainly having a pleasant afternoon. Despite the fact that her cell door had been left open the night before, she felt content to sit in her cell. Of course, this was because she was busy watching the coming and going of the blonde man with the unkempt hair. Sure, he'd been somehow leaving a copy of himself behind, lying in the bed, while he was gone. But there was no mistaking the fact that he was teleporting away, of his own free will. All of the activity was more than enough to attract the girl's attention, and as he reappeared from his most recent trip, she pushed herself from the bed, moving toward the open cell door and looking up the aisle toward the blonde's cell. "So," Lynness began, careful not to full leave her cell, "You've gotta tell me, how are you doing that?" It was obvious from his expression that the young man wasn't sure what, exactly, she was referring to, and he gave a half-hearted shrug at the question. "I'm not referring to your little vanishing act. I want to know how you're making copies of yourself." Before he could give a response, it seemed as though he finally realized who she was. "Oh, you're that girl from last night, the one that was laying in those office chairs. You, uh...you don't look the same without those wings of yours coming out of your shoulders." "I suppose. Now, please, enlighten me as to how you're doing that." "You're talking about the fake I've been leaving behind? That's just one of the ways I can apply my abilities. I can manifest energy and, as a natural extension of that, crystallize that energy into matter. I've learned to crystallize that energy to take on the proper shape, apply energy to alter the coloration of it, and then use a little more to animate it a bit, making it look like it can breathe. It's a little taxing, compared to what I do otherwise, but I think it's a worthwhile talent when I can come and go without notice." "That is...very interesting." Lynness said slowly. Her mind was already racing with the possibilities. Sounds like we have a lot in common. Maybe, with some practice, I can mimic that talent of his. "You know, I've honestly never seen an instance where the police station placed someone into one of their cells, and then left the door open. Why haven't you just up and left? I mean really, what are you doing down here, with people like us?" "I slept down here last night. The lady cop brought me down after the day I'd had. I killed several people yesterday, people that hurt me in one way or another." "Is that a fact?" He was, truthfully, just a little surprised, and after voicing the question he pushed himself from the cot, moving toward the edge of the cell to get a better look at the girl. "Well, you haven't acted all that mean since they brought you in. But, with the horns and those wings you had last night, you do make for a pretty imposing image. By any chance, did you enjoy what you were doing yesterday? Did you enjoy killing those people?" "I-- Yeah, I suppose I did." Lynness admitted, smiling slightly. "I did attack one boy yesterday that didn't deserve it. He only showed me kindness, even after I lashed out against him, and I'm honestly not sure that he survived. But the rest of those people? I enjoyed killing them all. All they did was hurt me, and I really loved killing them....is there something wrong with me?" The unkempt man had the beginnings of an idea in his head now. "No. Not at all. If it's in your nature to enjoy killing, then there's nothing wrong with you. And don't you ever feel bad for doing what comes naturally for you. Even if one person showed you kindness, I can tell you that the world as a whole isn't nearly so kind, not to you, not to me. At best, we're looked down upon, something less than human. At worst, they seek our eradication. They don't understand us, won't understand. But, and this is just between you and me." At this point, the men who'd assaulted the bank were also paying attention to the man's speech, listening intently as he spoke to the young demoness. "I know for a fact that tonight, things are going to change for the better." "Is that a fact?" The girl didn't feel her usual distrust that she felt toward people, talking to this man. No, this man was intriguing enough that hostility didn't even occur to her. She was more than ready to hear what he had to say. "Oh most certainly. A very close friend of mine has plans to awaken an ancient being, a deity of immense power that can lead us to a future free from the fear of persecution." His tone was somewhat hushed as he spoke, careful not to alert the guard that sat watch at the barred door separating the cell block from the rest of the precinct. "Now, I've been looking around, and from what I can tell, the only camera down here is angled to view only the corridor. So, if you're willing to play along, I have an idea that would allow you to help us see this plan through. I'm certain that with your help we're sure to pull it off." "I'll hear your idea, at the very least. I'm not willing to promise anything, but tell me what you have in mind, and we'll see where it goes from there." "That's all I'm asking for." While a version of the young man backed away from the edge of the cell, the true version appeared behind the demoness, sitting on her mattress. He motioned for her to take a seat next to him, and she complied. "First, let's get introductions out of the way. My name is Matthew, but just for today, I'd like you not to use my real name. I'm rather notorious at the moment, and I don't want a real name tied to me as I am now. So, just for today, call me Shadow." There wasn't too much harm in letting her know his real name, as long as she could keep it to herself. In fact, he saw it as a chance to further gain her trust. "And what do you call yourself?" "I've been using Lynness since I awoke yesterday." she answered. "When I was killing the first person to hurt me, he asked for my name, and Lynness was what came to mind." "Well. Lynness, it's a pleasure to meet you. Okay, so, here's what I had in mind." He leaned toward her and began speaking, maintaining the same hushed tone as before, unwilling to give the cops a chance to foil his plans. The girl listened closely to his every word, nodding every so often so that he'd know she understood where he was going with it. After a few moments of quiet conversing, he pulled away from her, sitting up straight once more. "So, you think you can do that for me?" "I-it's okay for me to kill people?" "If that's what you want to do." "Okay." Lynness answered, her gaze meeting Matthew's. She wore a genuine smile, and he couldn't help but offering a cheerful grin in response. ¯\(°_o)/¯ 15 MINUTES LATER ¯\(°_o)/¯ "Okay." Lynness muttered to herself, standing from her bed. "Okay, now's the time." Slowly, slowly, she walked out of her cell, steps unsteady, hands trembling with excitement. She walked up the narrow aisle, halting when next to Matthew's cell, the bank robbers in the cell on the opposite wall. She glanced both ways, watching the two parties depart. Matthew stepped into the darkness near the back wall of his cell, melding with the darkness before disappearing entirely; for the bank heist crew, Bobby lifted his hand, pointing to the back of the cell while the rest of the men stood back. From his fingertip burst a stream of unrecognizable symbols, twisting until the formed a tightly wound circle in the air. The spun in place for a moment before the air within the ring began to warp and bubble, the space within collapsing to form a gate to another location, a faint crimson glow outlining this portal. The group quickly departed, with the leader of the men the last to enter. Before departing, he turned and gave a small smile and a nod, before disappearing into the opening in space. After a few seconds, it disappeared. Of course, glancing into each cell once more, it would be impossible to know that anybody had left; Matthew had gone out of his way to craft flawless copies of all the escapees, made of conjured matter and energy. "Oh yes. Definitely time." With an instant of applying her will, the black matter she had control of began appearing around her; though her stock had been depleted slightly the day before, due to her healing from injuries, she still had more than enough to utilize to fulfill Matthew's plan. Glancing toward the barred door at the end of the cell block, Lynness grinned, inhaling deeply. "Hey, officer!" the demoness shouted, immediately drawing the attention of one of the men stationed outside the block. Seeing the black fog that swirled around her, he immediately drew his gun, aiming it at the girl. "You need to get back in your cell." He said, in a firm but not overtly aggressive tone. "Miss Maximoff ordered us to keep your cell open, saying you would behave. I don't want to have to report back to her that we had a problem." "Is that a fact?" The black fog began rotating more forcefully, a maelstrom of darkness. Her grin widening, burst of the dark fog rushed into the two cells, grabbing the "men" contained in both and tearing them toward the bars. Their rudimentary bodies lacked proper internal organs, but Matthew had been sure to leave a red, liquid matter conjured within, leaving the appearance of blood, which splattered along the floor between the cots and the bars. Once the fake bodies hit the doors, they were pulled into pieces, and the dark fog flattened against the floor. While the bodies were merely erased from existence, leaving behind puddles of "blood," the officer saw it as the bodies being pulled into the darkness. As her falsified assault ended, the black fog condensed to turn about her in a tight vortex once more. "Well, to be perfectly blunt, I was hoping to have a word with her anyways. Why don't you go get her?" |
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| -Arem- | Jul 6 2012, 04:48 PM Post #145 |
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"Yeah, looks like some trigger happy beat cop lost it and shot a performer from the carnival that's in town. Don't really know the details, guy's from another precinct and I only just found out about it. You want I should look into it?" Viper sighed in disgust. "Maybe if it actually made a difference, yes. Seems like this place is a haven for kidnappers and kid-killers; sucks to be you. Pray to God no snob-nosed politician is going to cover this up with money or whatever bullshit. Can't say that's worse than keeping a demon bitch inside a jail cell." Viper paused as he considered his next words. "Oh wait, we already are." Not giving Siren a chance to respond, he hung up. He watched the policemen continue to clean up the crime scene with a scowl. It was one of the many times he had considered if he was in the wrong business, being a mercenary. Often times, he wondered if he should just leave the money-making business behind him and just go out for a good old-fashioned vigilante rage. Seems like it'd be much more efficient than this joke of a police force in this town. However, every time he considered that, he remembered his ultimate objective. Being a mercenary enabled him to go just about anywhere. He knew his methods were messy, but there was a reason for that. He wanted to be noticed; that way, Helix can come out of hiding and he can finally slice them up. They created him to be a monster, and here he was. His hatred of child abusers stems from the fact that Helix had experimented on him when he was not even a year old, giving him the potential to be who he is now. Speaking of potential, his thoughts return to Lynness. Despite the fact Helix was at the top of his shit-list, Lynness had done enough to earn a spot. He'd be damned if he let her get away now while he was sitting out here watching the blues fuck things up. Roaring his motorcycle to life, he took off towards the police station. Maybe if he was lucky, she had killed half the staff already and all he had to do was rip her open. It would certainly make things easier. |
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Jul 17 2012, 10:38 PM Post #146 |
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"...bullshit!" A panicking uniformed officer just burst into Siren's office, claiming Lynness had torn appart all the prisoners, demanding to see her. The young officer, grabbed her gun, holstering it behind her as she dashed out, barrelling straight for the detention area. She came to a halt right at the entrance, seeing the girl standing in the midst of the corridor as debris and viscous red puddles surrounded her. It took Siren a few moments to awaken from her initial shock, her eyes wide and her mouth agape before saying anything. "Wh...what?" Her voice was hoarse, as her throat went dry from what she saw in front of her. She slowly walked down the corridor, keeping her peripheral vision focused on Lynness as she surveyed her surroundings. There were no bodies, no limbs or organs, but puddles of blood littered the entire area. Chunks of brick and metal lay scattered about and the prison bars were all bent out of shape, like something with immense power had twisted them up and tossed them aside like taffy. She returned her gaze to the girl, who was standing nonchalantly in the midst of the carnage, without a care in the world. "What the hell...HAPPENED here?!" Her training kicked in as she took a casual stance to lull her target into a false sense of security. One hand went to her pocket, accessing her cellphone and redialing the last call that came in. The other hand motioned around the room as she asked her previous question, emphasising the audacity of the scene that lay before her. Erik's eyebrows perked up as he heard Esika from behind the door. Her panicked voice implored him to bolt from his seat and investigate, knocking on the door. "Esika? Everything alright in there?" He heard objects violently falling and breaking as well as the distinct sound of someone vomiting. He knocked harder, trying the handle to find the door was unlocked, barging into the bathroom as soon as it gave away. The scene before him was confusing as Esika, looking worse than she had the previous day lay hunched over the sink, emptying the contents of her stomach very aggressively. He grabbed ahold of her as she looked like she had begun to lose balance, when he noticed a fetid odor emanating from the girl. "Good God Esika, what the hell happened?" |
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| -Fenix- | Aug 8 2012, 04:06 AM Post #147 |
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Kyosuke entered the room where Esika was hospitalized to see what happened to Erik and her. Kyosuke heard a sound that indicated that someone was vomiting. "Good God! First we meet a vampire chick, then it turns out that the chick is also pregnant. Ah great! I'm gonna have a pregnancy experience like that HArem guy.....except that I am at a hospital so I'm good to go, he he he he he!." Kyosuke made his way to the bathroom to see if he could help Esika. "You want me to get you some metoclopramide or some-Erik? What the hell is going on? Oh crap! Is that some sort of gangrene I see. Ah man, I would give my right arm for this day to just end." |
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| -Korokage- | Aug 9 2012, 07:39 AM Post #148 |
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The pair clambered into the van, Ethaniel's blue scheme letting him blend more with the interior than Marianne's white skin and black clothing. "You have fucking stupid friends." His seat belt clicked into placed with an infuriated yank. The mage moved more deliberately, and situated herself before starting the vehicle. "I don't remember promising that it'd be pleasant." With a flick of the wrist a crimson glow put the van in gear for her. "Whatever, at least that's done. Fucking creepy bitch...." With a lurch they backed out of the parking space, and another shift in gear let them drive out of the dilapidated shopping plaza and merge with traffic. The morning sun glinted through the windshield briefly as they did so, the suffocating embrace of urban sprawl set a thought that then rolled loose. The sharkman crossed his arms and thought on the day ahead. The lunatic ravings of love and madness had remained with him though, and influenced him. Soon the loose thought evolved into a compulsion. He couldn't ignore it, in much the same way he couldn't bear to ignore anyone who looked up to him. They were probably in on it, but at the same time.... He pulled out his cellphone and punched in a short text message: Spoiler: click to toggle He considered adding more. Saying that he knew what was up, asking her not to let Micah one up her, being the big good. But that would probably be too dangerous. His thumb pressed Send. "...Fuck you." I didn't say anything." That stupid smile was in the sound of her voice. Like she thought she knew what was up. He settled back in the seat. So what? As long as at least Madelyn and Emilyn stayed somewhere safe, it'd be a little easier making sure that everything went according to...whatever plan Marianne had. Assuming she had on-- The van suddenly lurched to the side and Marianne leaned over, gazing out the passenger side window. "Is that...?" Ethaniel looked over and couldn't believe his eyes. If only the poor fool stayed in bed. The vehicle lurched forward and the passenger window rolled down, allowing Marianne to shout: "Hey Javon~! Get in loser we're going to ring up some goons!" Her grin was large and bright, and her eyes twinkled with mischief. Or impending rape. One of those two. The sharkman, faced with a potential mouthful of pitch black hair no matter what he could have thought to do, timidly raised a hand and waved in his friend's direction. This WOULD be easier with Javon's help. Whether or not he could be convinced to put with Marianne was another matter. |
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| -Aroxys- | Aug 9 2012, 02:22 PM Post #149 |
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One could argue that humans do in fact have a sort of 'sixth sense' when it comes to potential problems. Even if one is completely unversed in magic they might still feel a sense of ever-deepening dread as trouble approaches. Why say something like this? Well, it has to do with the fact that a certain nymphomaniac puppeteer was driving up alongside him and telling him to get in one of the most ridiculous vans he had ever seen in his life. "I suppose there is some truth to the rumor that speaking of the devil will cause it to come." He mumbled to himself as he turned to face her. He proceeded to wave his hand in front of his face while saying "I am not the small child you are looking for." It was about this point where he lost composure and broke out into a small chuckle and a shit-eating grin. "This is a nice coincidence though. I was off to go try and wring more information out of those mooks from yesterday, and possibly rob a jewlery store for pure gems since I'm fairly certain this carnival business won't end quietly." There wasn't any conceivable way to speak only to Ethaniel at this point, so he simply spoke to both people in the van without adressing either one. As for why he didn't seem terribly bothered by Marianne's appearance at this point... Well, he was, but he still needed allies to deal with this whole 'resurrection at the carnival' deal. 'The best medicine is bitter', or something like that. That being said, he did go up to the van and get in, though his mischievous side was telling him to mess with the puppeteer later. "So, where are you two off to?" It was spoken in an innocent enough tone since he actually did want to get this dealt with. |
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| -Fenix- | Sep 25 2012, 07:24 AM Post #150 |
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"I'm already lost and confused!" Kyosuke yelled at the two in the bathroom. "This 'R''P' is sooo confusing-" Kyosuke was interrupted by disappearing. "What?..........Where the hell am OOOOOOOOOOH WAIT! This is Andromeda Cage. That's sweet! Now to find Ethan The Other......gotta get some payback.....he he he he he!" |
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