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| Psycho Werekitsune | Aug 14 2011, 12:24 AM Post #61 |
Part man...part beast...full psycho!
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"HOLY SHIT!" Kyosuke's appearance took Erik by surprise, which was followed immediately by irritation; Erik did not have many fond memories of the time spent with his former co-commentator on the Grand Celestial. In fact, given the opportunity, he would probably have most of those memories erased. He cringed a little when the younger man hugged him. "I knew I smelled something off. Hey Kyosuke, how're you doing?" Kyosuke then proceeded to ramble on about a number of things that did not make much sense. He could pick up on a few thinly veiled references to events that transpired during the Grand Celestial tournament but barely understood what he meant half the time. It got to a point where the mere sound of his voice had become irritating, prompting Erik to smack him upside the head to silence him. "Quit it." It was at this point that he realised that Esika was probably very confused as to who the interloper was and why he was acting so bizarre, which prompted Erik to introduce him, much to his chagrin. "Uh yeah, this here's Kyosuke. He's...someone I know. I uh got a special invitation to commentate on that annual fighting tournament over in Union City and he was my co-commentator." He leaned towards Esika and began to whisper. "Personally, I think he's crazy, or maybe his parents dropped him on his head as a kid. Half the time he's talking, he doesn't make any sense. It's like he's from another world." |
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| -Arem- | Aug 14 2011, 07:41 AM Post #62 |
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Viper roared into New Alastia, the smell of the sulfurous fumes still piercing his nostrils from the dead boy's corpse. While the back streets were relatively empty, he quickly came upon an unusual amount of pedestrian activity...or more accurately, what he considered to be an unusual amount of pedestrian activity. While the hooded mercenary was initially curious as to the occasion that would spur such activity, he kept his mind on the objective: locate the bastard that mauled the boy. He didn't need a hefty fee to motivate him this time. As he stopped at one corner, he looked around and saw an unusual amount of police clustered around a dark doorway in an alley. He knew he was closing in on the downtown area of New Alastia, and could even hear the clamor of the shoppers from where he was. Just what happened so close to downtown to cause such a ruckus? Backing up, he went through another alleyway until he found one that lead to a dead end with enough junk in it to be a dump. Parking Sabretooth in it, he opened the wing panels on it. Inside each wing was an assortment of firearms, blades and blunt weapons that Viper kept near at all times. In one slot however was a folded up motorcycle jacket with steel studs on the shoulders, as well as a tarp. Switching out of his trenchcoat for the jacket, he placed his two handguns, Grim Reaper and Mortal Coil, into the inside pockets of the jacket, then draped his trenchcoat over the motorcycle, then the tarp on top of that. Now in disguise, he walked back towards the area where he saw the police. He couldn't risk being seen and recognized as the mercenary Viper by police currently. Police activity on his ass would complicate his hunt and he couldn't afford the delay, since he knew that the kill he found earlier was fresh, only a few hours old at least. As he weaved through other curious onlookers to get as close as he could to the crime scene tape, he became aware of the smell of blood...a lot of blood...as if someone's entire blood supply was drained and plastered everywhere. He felt his left arm heat up from the smell. The blood was fresh and still alive, ready for siphoning, so his body said. While the hunter was no vampire, his body reacted to the presence of life-force like people would to delicious food. If Viper were to touch someone with his bare left hand, he would start siphoning every so slightly from the person he was touching. The only away to accelerate the process was to impale someone with his arm. Restraining his "appetite," he looked around and couldn't help but be surprised. The alleyway was practically painted with blood. No wonder why he could smell the blood so well. He could see press taking pictures and filming what they could, but they could see they were all sickened by the smell of so much blood. It was a rather rank smell, but it didn't bother Viper at all. From what he could see, investigators and forensicists were gathering up bloody pieces and placing them in assorted black bags with the orange biohazard sign on them. "Damn," Viper thought. "Even my gunshots don't leave that much behind." He pursed his lips; whoever did this wasn't content with just killing him--or her or them; it was hard to tell. So much for a peaceful Maine town. His curiosity quenched, he turned away and began walking back to his motorcycle. As he turned, the wind blew in and brought a fresh strench of the blood over the crowd. As he watched the nauseated spectators began to disperse, he then smelled a new smell: more sulfur. Turning sharply back, he could smell it with the wind in his face. Viper scowled. "So, that piece of shit was here too. What is his problem? Well, he now has a new one, and I'm no so easy to kill...," Viper hissed under his breath. Viper turned away again, marching towards his motorcycle. Time to pick up the trail again. He doubted that there would have been anyone who could coherently tell him what happened, since it seemed that whoever this bastard was would kill anyone in sight...but what about that smell? Edited by Arem, Aug 14 2011, 07:42 AM.
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| -Korokage- | Aug 18 2011, 10:30 AM Post #63 |
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((AND NOW I'M NOT! \o/)) Ethaniel looked around when his shoulder was tapped, only to settle down again once Javon decloaked. "Indeed it has Javon." He finished off the last of the fries and nachos and indicated his trio of companions...ok more like two companions and the slutty tag along. "And these are the people that I'm hanging out with today. I don't remember if you've met Marianne yet or not, but the twins are Madelyn and Emilyn. They do an act for the carnival that's in town for the day." He looked over to the twins and waved a hand towards Javon with a flourish. "This is Javon. He was my partner for a fighting tournament. Some kind of bullshit made me the solitary winner, but it wouldn't be right to exclude him from his due recognition as a valuable partner." While it was TECHNICALLY right to exclude Javon since the judges decreed it so, it didn't sit well with Ethaniel. Besides, fighting one of the judges without a partner or handicap was fucking HARD. It would have been harder without being able to jump a fucking long ways away with his super strength, but that's another story. Marianne, meanwhile, waved to Javon. "Hey cutie~" She gave him a wink and a suspiciously sly smile. She may have respected him as a mage and human being, but he was still delicious man meat to her. "Also, quick 411, Madelyn has a huge crush on Ethaniel and I expect you to help me foster that. You know, in a fantastic match making dynamic duo sense." Of course while the suggestion was genuine, it was also a good reason to get the two of them alone. Very alone in a place where no one can hear them.... Ethaniel, however, caught onto this due to how the smile she had was absurdly suspicious to him. He looked at her from the corner of his eye, and narrowed his gaze. "How kind. Now fuck yourself." "Been there done that." She nonchalantly waved a hand to dismiss the issue on how she Ethaniel looked straight at her and started thinking about her abilities. The more he thought about it the more his expression changed from totally neutral scowl to the ever so humorous one where his eyebrows knuckled down and his lips pressed into a line. He started feeling a little nauseous at where his thoughts led him. He turned away, face unchanging, determined not to puke. "Excuse me while I turn my brain off." Oh brain bleach, where art though? Edited by Korokage, Aug 18 2011, 10:33 AM.
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| -Eternally Fallen- | Aug 19 2011, 01:50 AM Post #64 |
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"So let me get this straight..." Micah began, very clearly annoyed about something but doing his best to control his temper. "You disagree with my methods, is that correct? Actually, don't answer, please. That much is obvious, and I can accept that; people have differing opinions, after all. He paced back and forth with slow, methodical steps, his breathing highly controlled, his every word and action slow and deliberate. "But for some reason, your own feelings are so strong, that you felt the need to call one of your co-workers and complain about it, violating not only my own rules by discussing things outside of allowed areas, but with complete disregard for anyone around that could have heard you over the phone, depending on the other employee's proximity to carnival-goers. My only question is...why? What possessed you to act so carelessly? Mark stood face to face with the taskmaster himself, their steady gazes locked as the magus began to speak. "I just don't understand why you needed to endanger the lives of civilians over something like this. You already have plenty of people that would willingly sacrifice themselves for your cause. "I thought you understood what you were getting into when you joined us. I offered to take up paying your father's rather costly medical bills, as long as you were willing to do whatever was asked of you until the day your services were no longer required. You've been a good employee for many months now, unquestioning until now. Why worry now, when this master plan will see completion by tomorrow night?" "Because nothing you're doing now has any basis in morality. You promised that no innocent people would be harmed in the process, and that was the only reason I was willing to take part in this. And now it looks as though you've broken that promise. You sent that group of thugs to the bank, and for what? To satisfy some sick desires? Publicity?" Micah shook his head, his expression fairly serious now. "Nothing as complicated as that. I merely wish to see a small portion of the nearby population ready to receive his lordship, ready to serve him unflinchingly. My methods may be crude, but they are also very effective. And these so called thugs you speak of? Highly trained professionals. They will avoid harming civilians, and only attack the law enforcement agents if there is no other option. Micah began to step forward, clearly troubled. "My biggest concern is the young man Esika has been walking around with. He was very near to hear when you called. He might have been able to tell that she wasn't being honest. God knows that girl is more open in her protest of my ways, so I wouldn't put it past her to drop hints that all is not as it seems. After this, I think I'll need to send out...the Shadow. "Is that really necessary?" Mark questioned, a sickened look overtaking his features. "I'm afraid so. He understands what must be done. Don't worry, this is only to dispel any suspicions that we might not be a benign group. I want to put on a kind face for the public." Micah's hand shifted into different positions a few times, before a shadow near the edge of the tent flickered and vanished. Mark still wore an uneasy look, but the older man merely placed his hand on the young man's shoulder, offering a reassuring smile. "Trust that I know what I'm doing." Micah said before exiting the tent, leaving the young man standing alone. ¯\(°_o)/¯ The darkness rolled around the edges of the tents and crowds, carefully analyzing the carnival-goers, searching for the ideal victim. The crowds appeared as flashes of different grey tones on a black backdrop, their every move sending new pulses of light about in the hunter's eyes. It began methodically looking at each and every person, spreading itself over the grounds in an invisible move. After a moment, if finally found a promising target; a girl no older than six or seven had wandered into the narrow space between two of the tents, looking at a small duckling that had managed to get out onto the fairgrounds. She busied herself trying to play with the small creature, completely oblivious to the predator gazing at her from the darkness mere feet from her fragile form. "Don't you want to come home with me mister duck?" She questioned in an innocent tone, head tilted to the side as she gazed down at the small creature. The calling of a young woman nearby caught the girl's attention, and she turned away from the animal. Before the girl could return to her mother, the darkness sprang forth, pulling the girl into the shadows with barely a stifled scream echoing out before she was gone. ¯\(°_o)/¯ Esika hadn't really been given the chance to shift the conversation on to something more pleasant before a strange young man approached them both. From the sound of it, he seemed to know Erik, though that didn't really bring any sort of comfort. She listened to him as intently as she could, but he was certainly an eccentric fellow; rather than talk about anything that made any sense, he was content to babble on about only God knew what, leaving her dazed and confused as she stood next to her new found friend. How was he able to talk so much? And why the hell was he jabbing at Erik with each new sentence?! She could have lost her mind if it weren't for him finally speaking up, managing to silence the interloper and introduce the two of them. "Uh yeah, this here's Kyosuke. He's...someone I know. I uh got a special invitation to commentate on that annual fighting tournament over in Union City and he was my co-commentator." She hadn't expected him to lean in and whisper, but she listened intently to his every word as he explained it a little better. "Personally, I think he's crazy, or maybe his parents dropped him on his head as a kid. Half the time he's talking, he doesn't make any sense. It's like he's from another world." "Yeah, I thought he seemed a little odd, but it isn't that bad really. I guess after seeing crazy things on the road I'm a little immune." The vampiress was lying of course; she'd yet to find anyone as odd as Kyosuke, but all the same it wasn't so absurd that she went mad from exposure or something strange like that. "It's nice to meet you Kyosuke. My name's Esika; I sort of work here as a security guard of sorts." She stuck her hand out to shake his, but the sudden sound of crying caught her attention. She turned to see Micah approaching, attempting to comfort a woman who looked to be in her late twenties; the woman was sobbing even as they walked toward her and the two guys she was standing with. Although she didn't trust his motives, she didn't let it show. "This woman claims to have lost her daughter among the crowd and has been unable to find her. Do you think you would be able to help search for her?" Well, that was pretty benign of him. But who would be kidnapping someone in the middle of a carnival? "Sure, no problem boss." Esika said, clearly concerned. The woman held out a picture of her daughter, which Esika took and looked over. "I'll start looking right now." Her gaze shifted to Erik, an almost apologetic look on her face. ¯\(°_o)/¯ "Fishnets, huh?" Madelyn questioned, trying to imagine how she would look in such an outfit. It certainly seemed like a fine suggestion. By what would make Mary suggest-... "I-I'm not sure whether or not they would look good on me, really. It's not like I've got the figure for something like that anyways." Even despite the fact that she could see herself in them perfectly, just thinking of what was being implied made her face redden in embarrasment. Emilyn had to surprise a laugh that was about to escape her lips, having realized what Marianne was hinting at just a few seconds after her twin. At this point, neither of the girls had anything left to eat, and were instead left sipping on their drink. Ethaniel's momentary distraction with the figure hidden from sight had gone mostly unnoticed by the twins, with Madelyn keeping her gaze down and Emilyn looking around the diner. The more mature of the sisters was the first to spot Javon, nearly falling out of her chair in surprise. Madelyn, however, merely gazed up before returning her attention to the safety of the table. As they were introduced in turn, the slightly more innocent girl glanced up, both twins now looking at the new arrival. "My name is Emilyn." One sister said with a friendly smile, the other adding in, "And I'm Madelyn." Well, that was a little redundant. They listened as Ethaniel explained how the two knew each other, though Marianne speaking up to say that Madelyn had a crush only furthered the girl's embarassment. "You guys don't need to do anything Mary. I'm a big girl, I can do it myself." The words had already left her lips before the girl had any chance to consider how they might be interpreted, leaving her suddenly flustered. "No, I-I didn't mean it like that! I meant that if I wanted to go out with him, I would just ask him on my own. Yeah! I don't want anyone doing anything like that for me, because it could cause misunderstandings. ...or something like that..." Feeling defeated, the girl allowed her head to hang, audibly sighing. "Well, looks like we're done," Emilyn remarked, still trying not to laugh at her sister's blunder. "We can head out whenever the two of you are ready to go." ¯\(°_o)/¯ Lynness waited a moment for the clerk to stop stirring about, walking quickly to the front of the store and pulling down the gates to separate herself from anyone that would want to come in and try to ruin any potential good times. Finally alone, the girl decided it was time to change. She walked back toward the rear of the clothing outlet, stepping out of her sandals and pulling the bloodied black dress off. However, she immediately noticed something odd; most of the display figurines were clothed in either full outfits or were at least covered in undergarments. However, the dress had been the only piece of clothing the girl had at birth, something she'd not even given any thought to until now. Without any sense of modesty, she allowed the dress to fall from her hands, walking toward one of the mannequins with a curious expression. She poked at the inanimate object a couple of times, noting that it was made of cold plastic. She quickly pulled the articles of clothing from the model, looking at every spot with a critical eye. She glanced back and forth between the plastic doll, herself, and her reflection in the mirror, her eyebrow raised and her eyes narrowed. There was some banging and yelling coming from the front of the store, but she ignored it as she went about her observations. "But...where are all the little details?" she questioned as her gaze shifted back and forth. "Why would they have plastic models and leave them without those defining characteristics?" Her eyes final settled on her reflection, and in particular on her horns. Why hadn't she considered it before? "...maybe it's because I'm different from all of these other people in here. I wonder..." Suddenly fairly certain why the mannequins were so different than her, she went to the nearest woman's corpse, pulling away her shirt and bra to see if her hypothesis was correct. As odd as it was, this person had the same minute details around her chest as Lynness herself, although with some obvious proportioning differences. Perplexed, the girl pulled the rest of the woman's clothes away, only to be surprised to find that this body region was more or less the same as well. Scratching her head, she walked over to the male clerk; she knew he was a different gender, but curiosity got the best of her as he stripped his near-dead body as well. This only led to even more puzzlement on the part of the demoness, who merely shrugged and walked away, ending her desecration of the dead. She didn't have time to ponder what the gender differences actually meant, other than that it could have just been a matter of aesthetic taste. It appeared that the only thing setting her apart from the other women in the store was the fact that she had horns and a hidden set of wings...disregarding the different sizes, of course. "Well, guess I should find something comfortable to put on." Lynness admitted, walking around and feeling the different fabrics. It took a few moments, but she finally managed to find a very comfortable set of underwear, slipping them on before walking back toward where she'd left the dress. The sudden silence didn't really register as she walked toward the desk. However, she quickly discovered why; the police had already managed to open up the gates in the front, and had already infiltrated the front of the store while the girl was distracted. Noting the horns, they decided that she posed too great a threat to offer advance warning of the chance to surrender, and instead opened fire, putting several bullets into her midsection. Startled and suffering intense pain, the girl collapsed to the floor, clutching her stomach tightly. The officers approached, made even more nervous at the fact that a black fog had begun condensing in the air around them. Suddenly gasping for breath, the girl's eyes opened wide, looking down at her wounded midsection. It was only then that she realized the wounds she'd suffered had closed up, the amount of fog floating around suddenly diminished drastically. Clearly stunned, the police had no chance to avoid the sudden blades of darkness that came flying at their backs from behind, severing their spinal cords and killing them almost instantly. The girl pushed herself up, wiping a few tears from her eyes as she looked around. Suddenly fearful for her life, the demoness quickly pulled on the white sundress and slipped back into the flip-flops she'd been wearing before. She'd been able to disappear from that last situation before...right? Where she'd been attacked by that man with the metal arm? Concentrating intently, Lynness managed to slip into her own shadow, vanishing from the crime scene just before the reinforcements charged the shop. I don't get it. Why is everyone causing me so much pain? Edited by Eternally Fallen, Aug 19 2011, 09:05 AM.
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| -Fenix- | Aug 19 2011, 03:54 AM Post #65 |
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"HOLY SHIT!" "I get the same reaction on 'M''S''N' too. If you want, I could send you the log, he he he he he!" "I knew I smelled something off. Hey Kyosuke, how're you doing?" "Yeah, that's my Dude Time. BROS BROS BROS BROS BROS!" his hands oscillated up and down as he yelled. After he reminisced what seemed to be painful memories with his friend Erik, Kyosuke found a smack addressing the back of his head. "Quit it." "Stop that Mark Harmon! That's not ni-" his protest was interrupted due to the fact that he turned into smoke. Another Kyosuke popped out of a nearby crowd. "Introducing my kage bunshin no jutsu! But yeah, I'm the real one........I think." "Uh yeah, this here's Kyosuke. He's...someone I know. I uh got a special invitation to commentate on that annual fighting tournament over in Union City and he was my co-commentator." "Personally, I think he's crazy, or maybe his parents dropped him on his head as a kid. Half the time he's talking, he doesn't make any sense. It's like he's from another world." "Yeah, I thought he seemed a little odd, but it isn't that bad really. I guess after seeing crazy things on the road I'm a little immune." "I can hear you you know!" "It's nice to meet you Kyosuke. My name's Esika; I sort of work here as a security guard of sorts." "I already know your name. And I got your security guard right here...." his palm reached for his pants' zipper. "I just kicked two people in front of you guys to make my epic entrance and you tell me security guard? 'K'." A man with a crying woman accompanying him approached the three. "This woman claims to have lost her daughter among the crowd and has been unable to find her. Do you think you would be able to help search for her?" "Sure, no problem boss. I'll start looking right now." "Go on, I'll keep Psycho Where's My Kit Dim Sum company. Hey Erik with an 'E'....remember when you joined the Binary Domain? He he he he he." Edited by Fenix, Aug 19 2011, 03:55 AM.
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| -Aroxys- | Aug 19 2011, 07:48 AM Post #66 |
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The illusionist tried to recall the woman Ethaniel referred to as Marianne, but found that he hadn't met her yet. Something about her seemed a little off-putting though... perhaps the way she was looking at him? "I haven't, and it's a pleasure to meet all three of you." He bowed low as though he were a performer accepting the adulation of the crowd, then stood upright as he was reminded of the tournament once again. It wasn't that big a deal to him now, but it still bugged him a little that the judges had swung that way. Though it wasn't like there wouldn't be another chance at crowning glory and recognition. And magical artifacts, but that wasn't something he would just state outright. The reactions to his little act of immaturity were to his liking, and he wound up flashing a small smile to the three women as he watched Emilyn almost fall out of her chair. Marianne's comment and look seemed rather suspect to him, but mostly because she was trying to snare him into something he knew nothing about. After all, since when does a normal Clock Tower magus have time to go out on a date? ...Or was he just an exceptionally busy person who simply didn't have the time, then didn't have the interest, to pursue that subject? It didn't matter overly much to him save for the fact that the conversation was growing increasingly awkward. "That's a rather odd request to make of someone you've only just met, miss Marianne." The illusionist decided to let the conversation go when Ethaniel told her to 'go fuck herself', whatever that meant, but made a mental note to exercise caution when dealing with her. He raised an eyebrow as the conversation between the two turned increasingly awkward, with the woman mentioning that she did in fact 'fuck herself' once and allowed the resulting image to unfold in the shark man's head. The illusionist wasn't affected save for a brief, subtle puzzled look on his face as he contemplated just why something like that would affect someone with such a strong constitution. He shrugged mentally as he heard the older of the two sisters mention something about heading out, and figured that unless he wanted to lose contact with a valued partner and a solid lead to the carnival that he should simply follow along. Unfortunately, he didn't catch the part of the conversation that involved lingerie. Not, mind you, that he even knew what that was, and would most likely draw unnecessary and awkward attention to himself if he dared to admit something like that, let alone ask about it in such a place. Marianne would most likely be happy to explain, but he honestly felt nervous enough that he wouldn't want to touch her with a ten foot pole if he could help it. |
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| -Korokage- | Aug 19 2011, 08:29 AM Post #67 |
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"Odd request? Pffft, it's in EVERY friend's interest to make sure that lovely couples get tog--" And then Madelyn managed to cut her off. Marianne smiled at the girl, honestly considering her cute. And then when Madelyn corrected any misinterpretations that might have been present, irony set in as (FOR ONCE) the mage wasn't thinking in that particular direction...and now she was. A large perverted smile spread across her face as she started giggling. "Well well, as long as you know what goes where everything should workout~" Meanwhile, Ethaniel probably would have been happy if he knew that Javon didn't have to imagine what he had just imagined. It wasn't pretty and...oh God he's thinking about it again. He REALLY needs to invest in a happy place one of these days.... Of course the perfect distraction came in the form of Emilyn informing him that everyone was done. He quickly chugged the rest of his dri-- ...That was the mug that used to be filled with hot coffee. The coffee is now lukewarm. Ew. He decided to take a look around to get the bad taste out of his mouth (not that it was helping). "Alright, lunch is on me in that case." Bertha noticed Ethaniel looking around and came over. She took immediate note of the new arrival and all of the empty plates. "Hey Ethaniel, isn't this guy the one who was your partner in that tourney a while back?" Ethaniel looked up at her from his seat and nodded. "Yeah, though there was some behind the scenes drama during the final match, so if we could leave that topic as is..." "Oh dear, sorry." She apologetically placed a hand on her chest and gave Javon a small pat on the back. "Well, I have your bill here, all you need to do is come around to the register to pay. Now lemme get these plates out of your way. Oh and Marianne, was there anything wrong with the coffee I gave you?" She looked at the woman while collecting the empty plates, a look of innocent curiosity in her eyes. Marianne looked down at the mug full of formerly piping hot caffeinated beverage, her eyes darting back and forth for a moment, trying to think of a good answer. "Well you see I wasn't thirsty after all, so I didn't touch it. At all. Look we have somewhere we need to go so just take the mug away." Bertha fixed a rather...well it was kinda like that look your mom would give you that would let you know that you just said something you shouldn't have. "Alright then." She set the mug on top of the stack of plates and placed the bill on the table before walking towards the kitchen. The sharkman shook his head and grabbed the bill. He stood, stretched a bit and walked to the register that sat on the counter. He noticed Bertha coming out of the kitchen once he was about halfway there. He quickly payed the needed amount of cash and tipped Bertha. He waved good-bye to the waitress and looked over to Marianne on his way to the door. She took that as the cue to get the hell out. "Alright, now I'll show you where that mall is. Javon, this will be an excellent opportunity for you to do some male bonding with Ethaniel." With that she lead the now enlarged entourage out the door and started off down the street. She looked around at the intersection, and once traffic died down enough to let them cross she led the group northwards, with more than a few plans and such forming in her head. |
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| -Arem- | Aug 19 2011, 10:19 AM Post #68 |
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Viper rode on through the city, trying to see if he could find any more stenches of sulfur that would lead him to his target. As he rode, he noticed a growing number of signs in various windows, on the streets and even posted on trees; something about a carnival in town. Viper dismissed them as a waste of time; he had more important things to do than go to some carnival. Maybe once he found this bastard and ripped him open, then maybe he would see what's going on there...after drinking some heavy tequila. He then noticed up ahead police cars with their lights blaring, speeding away from him. "This is sure a happening town, isn't it?" Remembering the alleyway scene, he altered course to pursue them. Quite possibly, the sulfurous bitch struck again. This time, he wasn't going to stay content to watch from a distance. Viper soon followed them to a mall, quite crowded. Viper's eyes dilated slightly. A ruthless serial killer wandering a mall filled with hapless people? That was a recipe for disaster...not that he would be made judge to make such a call. The police cars screeched to a halt, and Viper could see that shoppers were actually pouring out of the mall in a panic. Cursing, Viper dis-boarded Sabretooth and took off towards the mall, jamming his guns into his holsters. Viper knew right away that going through the front doors now was impossible. He had to find another way in. Looking up, he espied the roof. It was common for malls to have obnoxiously large skylights, and he doubted this mall was any different. He neglected to bring his grappling hook with him, but did not want to go back to get it, lest he lost the trail. That left one thing. Tearing off his arm-glove, he concentrated his energy into his left arm, which started to glow hotly. Suddenly, he shot it upwards like it was going to reach for something. An astral form of the same hand shot up quickly and grasped the top of the roof. With one mighty heave, Viper heaved himself up to the room, the astral form of the arm dissipating. He didn't care to use that trick to climb places, since it was such short range. Thankfully, this mall wasn't very tall. He found the skylights at once, large triangular prismatic panes of glass that allowed the sun to shine within for better lighting. Looking through them and running along, he noted where the police were going, and from where the shoppers were running. Soon, he found what appeared to be a clothing outlet store that had its gates closed for some reason, and judging by its condition, someone forced their way in. Now, there were policemen searching around it. "Shit, he's not there!" Viper swore loudly. Despite him missing the chance to murder his target, it was still not too late. This killer was messy, and left a trail of blood in his or her wake. It wouldn't be hard to follow. The hunter then looked down through the skylight to the store again. No time for subtlety. With a savage kick, the skylight shattered inwards, allowing the Viper to drop down to the hall inside. Landing firmly like a cat, Viper saw the startled policemen turn around and draw their weapons, aiming them at him. Sighing, he merely said, "I would think you have other things to point that too right now..." "This is a crime scene, sir! Leave immediately. We have the situation under control!" barked a sergeant. Viper had to laugh at that. "Really? Could have fooled me." "Leave now!" "Oh, I will...after I take a look at what happened." The policemen cocked their weapons. "Sir, leave this area now. We are authorized to use lethal force!" Viper sighed again. "You sure you want to do this?" At once, the sergeant fired a round past Viper's ear, which shattered a window behind Viper. "This is your final warning!" Viper didn't even flinch as the bullet whizzed by his right ear. "Nice trick. Here's one for you." Viper tossed a stick-like object towards the cops. In two seconds, it exploded with piercing white light. The policemen cried out in pain as their vision overloaded. They were so distracted that they didn't notice a black figure whiz over their heads and into the outlet. Viper ducked around a corner to allow his own vision to heal. He had received the light full blast on his end, but thanks to his physiology, his optic nerves and sensors repaired themselves in three seconds. The policemen would need several hours and a lot of darkness to do that. Nothing's ever easy... Upon entering the outlet, he was practically slapped by the smell of sulfur in this room. It was so rank that Viper had to gag. Worse still was all the corpses in the room. Many of them were innocent shoppers, security and employees. He noted a few of them had been stripped of their clothing. So...a murderer AND a sicko. Who the hell was this person? Suddenly, he noticed a blood-stained black dress tossed aside, reeking of the sulfur. Picking it up, he noticed that it had no slashes or holes to explain the blood. These were spatters, which meant that this dress was the killer's. So, the murdering sicko bitch was a she. "Damn it, I fucking hate the femme fatale type..." Viper scanned the area and saw several bullet holes in the walls and shattered glass all around. So, she was involved in a firefight...yet something was wrong. The corpses were hacked apart or skewed. There was no sign of firearm use on them. How could someone like that kill so many without the use of guns? Sulfur? Slashed and hewn corpses? Torture? Perhaps a violent temper? Viper suddenly realized that this bitch has more to her then he initially suspected... Far more. |
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| -Eternally Fallen- | Aug 19 2011, 10:38 AM Post #69 |
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The Darkness
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((May I just say I'm REALLY starting to have fun with this, now that the plot is moving along.)) |
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Aug 20 2011, 04:52 AM Post #70 |
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(See, that's what happens when you listen to my advice! *shot*) Before any conversation could get underway, a man, who Esika later identified as her boss approached the group with a crying woman in tow. He explained the situation clearly; a little girl was lost somewhere in the carnival and her mother was having an episode. He really wanted to just blame this on parental negligence, but he knew firsthand that children tended to wander the second adult supervision looked away, as he had managed to get lost in a parking lot during one of the orphanages trips to the city when he was around 4 years of age. If not for the intervention of two kind young women, he would have surely wandered around aimlessly for hours. The need to help implored him more than his fear of being left alone with Kyosuke. While he neither had the authority or responsibility to do this, it was just something he felt he should because he was there and was fully capable. "Uh, you know, we could help out. Between the three of us, we could cover more ground....that is, if you don't mind?" He was not sure who's permission he was asking; Esika's, her boss or the mother. Regardless, he would do everything in his power to help and it. Plus it's not dangerous or anything so, what's the worst that could happen? For most people, the events currently transpiring throughout the city would seem hectic and unreal. For Serenity Maximoff, it was just another day on the job. Of course, it did not help that she was constantly put up against individuals with natural abilities that range from raising the dead to firing nuclear radiation from the palms of their hands, but that was what she was trained for. She veered the custom Humvee around the corner, avoiding traffic as best as she could while attempting to reach their destination as fast as she could. She glanced over at her new partner, sitting in the back, through the rear view mirror. He was busy loading the weapons and checking to make sure all the equipment was in working order. "You doing okay back there?" Although he had only been assigned to her a few days, she had learned to appreciate his company. Siren was notorious for not working well with a partner and she had proved to the organisation that she worked better alone, but there were times where the extra help was necessary. Jeff was a good man, top of his class with honors, but this man was no mere desk jockey; he was fantastic with weapons and a great marksman. If there was anyone she had to have by her side, it would probably be him. They had finally arrived at their destination; a mall somewhere downtown where apparently a disoriented young lady had attacked and killed several people, including police officers. Siren parked the Humvee close to the barricade where the police held down the area, between two squad cars as she quickly unbuckled and jumped out, heading straight for the captain in charge. "Captain, what's the situation here?" "Some lunatic girl just went on a kill spree. Witnesses report that she tried stealing a dress from one of the stores and went berserk when security made her return it. They say she was erratic, looked out of sorts." "Homeless girl? Maybe someone on the edge?" "No clue, nobody really had time to ID her and---" The radio on the captain's belt began blaring out as he quickly reached for it to respond. From the report that came in, it appeared that the girl was gone, mysteriously vanished. However, there was another man who was apparently investigating the scene, completely disregarding the police's warning to leave. "Damn vigilantes, he's going to pollute the crime scene!" "Let me handle this guy. You see if you can get me any intel on this girl and maybe a description from one of the witnesses, okay?" He nodded as Siren put her hand on his shoulder before heading back to the car to suit up. She could easily handle a variable like a vigilante, she knew they were sensible people most of the time, they just needed better communication channels between them and law enforcement. She nodded to her partner once she was done gathering everything she needed as she headed into the mall cautiously. The captain told her the store was on the second floor, so she made her way there taking the quickest route, hoping her partner was right behind her. She found a group of disoriented police officers and SWAT operatives by the door of one of the stores, exhibiting obvious signs of being blinded by a flash grenade. She held her handgun forward, standing by the side of the store. "NASF, put your weapons down and come out of the store slowly! We're here to investigate the crime scene, so if you don't mind you're intruding on our job! If you'd like to help with the investigation, then that can be arranged, but you're going to have to cooperate with us first!" |
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| -Arem- | Aug 20 2011, 06:14 AM Post #71 |
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Fabulous Homosexual
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Viper looked up from the reeking black dress as he heard a voice cry out for him to drop his weapons and come out. If he had a nickel for every time he heard that, he could buy himself a mansion. "Cooperation, huh?" He knew that his track record with the police would cause that notion to sizzle like bacon the moment the bitch saw him. Still, he knew he could shake any pursuit like usual. Still, he was always curious to see who exactly demanded his attention this time. Might be fun. Without a second thought, he trumped towards the front door, watching in amusement as police officers were still trying in vain to see. Shame he didn't have a camera. Holding Bane over his shoulder, he stepped out into plain view of the officer who called to him. "Enlighten me: how are you going to do better at this than these poor saps?" |
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| -Korokage- | Aug 20 2011, 12:12 PM Post #72 |
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Master
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((Posting as Jeff~ Hopefully I'll have everything in one post next time. XD)) The black haired male in the back of the armored Humvee quadruple checked the weapons. He was working with Serenity Maximoff, the driver of said Humvee, on a case about some girl flipping out in a mall or something. Sounds like boring humdrum at first, but if two NASF agents are being sent in, it's serious shit. Very serious. Serious enough for him to hope that he got to play with some napalm or something. He looked up when asked how he was holding up. "Peachy. Just need to check on the batteries for the laser designator." He already did that three times, but a forth check was always good. He looked back at the (very lizard-y) woman he was partnered with for today. He had no idea why there were complaints about her capacity to work in a team. She just asked for a bit more out of every maggot fresh from the playground is all. Or at least that's what his grandpa would have said, before he died from accidentally inhaling his dentures. Somehow. The details were still fuzzy on that. He started loading his grenade launcher with flash bangs, and kept three or so EMP grenades on him just in case. Never know when killer robots or some BS like that is going to jump at you. He eyed the officers in the parking lot as they pulled in, and unbuckled his seat belt. He listened intently to the exchange between Serenity and the police captain, and skinned his nose at the thought of some vigilante running around fucking everything up. Honestly, first chance that guy decided to act out of line was first, and last, time Jeff was going to hit him. Hard. He made sure, yet again that their rifles were loaded and ready to go before Siren grabbed her stuff. Once everything was situated he locked eyes with her and gave a firm nod. And they were off. He followed close behind her, rifle at the ready. He left the safety on for...well, safety reasons. That's why it's called a safety. Once they were at the store, Jeff positioned himself opposite Siren, next to the door. There was a call to lower his weapon and leave the store. And then the asshole waltzed out, sword on his shoulder and "smug as a lying snake" written all over his six foot two frame. "Enlighten me: how are you going to do better at this than these poor saps?" With that, the rifle was aimed at the back of the man's head, and the soft click of the safety being flipped to off resounded. "A magical thing called teamwork. Having more wits than an overgrown chimp also helps." Considering the height difference, some would say that passive-aggressively insulting a man that had a good foot and nine inches on you was a bad move. He'd tell them that he dropped chumps three times his height harder than a freight train. Multiple times. With his bare hands. Speaking of hands, after taking a good look at the guy's right arm he could see why he was so damn cocky. One little twerp finds out he can shit fireballs or make air combust by flexing his pecs and suddenly the world is his. Blithering idiots all of them. With a new reason to fume while Siren deals with the whole diplomacy thing that seemed to alien to the angry little man, he kept quiet and would let his fists and bullets do any rebuttals he needed to throw in. Edited by Korokage, Aug 20 2011, 12:13 PM.
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| -Arem- | Aug 21 2011, 09:58 AM Post #73 |
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Fabulous Homosexual
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Viper heard a voice that emitted from a source considerably lower then his head behind him. Glancing over the gleaming adamantium blade of his greatsword, Bane, he studied the figure: an incredibly short...thing...brandishing weapons that were almost bigger then he was. Viper felt like bursting a gut with laughter when he saw something so comical. Looking back at the creature that had addressed him before, he said with a smile. "The midget one of yours, Snow White?" ((Short post is short, but I thought Siren deserved a reaction from Viper. Oh, by the way, the Reaver is his LEFT arm.)) Edited by Arem, Aug 21 2011, 09:59 AM.
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| -Eternally Fallen- | Aug 21 2011, 11:50 AM Post #74 |
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The Darkness
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The horned girl wandered down the road, the lights of police cars still visible behind her. She was pretty well oblivious to their meaning, though; rather, she found herself walking aimlessly, her feet almost dragging against the concrete sidewalk as she went along. What was she even there for, anyways? It seemed obvious that nobody wanted her around. Maybe it would have been better off if she hadn't somehow recovered from the gunshots back there. As if to indicate that her line of thinking wasn't exactly wrong, she found that anyone walking down the street seemed to move away from her, a few of them murmuring amongst each other as they walked around her. "But why should I care if nobody cares about me?" Lynness questioned tearfully, her eyes taking in the hateful glares from a young woman, who actually went out of her way to avoid the demoness, crossing the street just to put as much space as possible between them. "Heh, people can be pretty cruel." Unwilling to move any farther, the girl allowed herself to drop to her knees, her gaze drifting skyward. The buildings felt almost oppressive in this place. Why did it feel like she was out of energy? She'd just felt fine. The grey brick facade to her immediate right loomed overhead like the guard of a hellish prison. "This is just silly. Why am I getting so upset about something like this?" As hard as she fought to hold back her tears, she couldn't help but cry. Even if she was hurting other people, they seemed to be going out of their way to cause her pain first. Wasn't it only fair for her to pay them back for their lack of kindness? "What's wrong?" Almost startled, the girl looked about, and found herself face to face with a young man with sandy brown hair. He wore a friendly smile, but she found it impossible to trust him. It had to be a facade, he was no different than any of the others she'd come across that day. Without wasting much time, she worked to put some room between them, moving back a couple of feet. The guy merely remained in place, still wearing that smile. It was almost unnerving. "Sorry, you just looked so down. Is there anything I can do to help?" "Help...me?" She questioned, receiving a nod in turn. Could she really trust him? It seemed risky, but his kindness sounded genuine. No, I can't trust anybody! Her eyes suddenly narrowing with distrust, the girl shook her head violently. "No, you'll just hurt me....just like anyone else. Like everyone else. Nobody cares about me." "Hey, not everyone in this world is a bad guy." He said, leaning forward to place his hand on her shoulder. "Just cheer up." Lynness' eyes widened at the unexpected physical contact, her paranoia only intensifying at his touch. He had to be planning to hurt her in some way. Unwilling to let him do that, she chose instead to strike first, a spear of black matter forcing its way through his lower left side before vanishing. The young man had a shocked appearance, but even as he dropped to a knee, he didn't remove his hand. "That's pretty...pretty cruel to attack the guy that just wanted to help." After a second, he removed his hand, collapsing back onto the wall, no longer able to stand. "You must have had it pretty rough. But I still don't want to show you anything except kindness." The girl merely stepped back in disbelief, her mouth slightly agape as she looked at him. W-was he really just trying to be kind to me? she wondered, a fresh wave of tears welling up in her eyes. She knelt down next to the man, her face wet, an apologetic look overtaking her features as she looked into his eyes. "I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" "Don't sweat it..." He replied in turn, offering a smile as he lifted his hand, wiping away some of her tears in an attempt to comfort her, even as he bled on the sidewalk. "I'm Mark." "L-Lynness." The girl replied, moving to sit next to him. She was honestly unsure how to proceed at this point, guilt overtaking her for the first time. "Why did I do that?" She began to question, rocking very gently back and forth as she repeated it over and over. Mark couldn't help but feel sorry for her. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Uh, you know, we could help out. Between the three of us, we could cover more ground....that is, if you don't mind?" "Do you really mean it?" Esika questioned, clearly glad that someone was offering to help. She offered the picture of the girl up to Erik to look at, so that he'd have an idea what child they were going to be looking for. "You have no idea how much this means, I'll definitely owe you one. I'll go search over by the farris wheel, we can meet back here in fifteen if none of us has any luck finding her in that time." Micah nodded before moving back to comfort the distraught woman. The guard didn't have any idea how reliable this Kyosuke would be in the search, but she was pretty certain Erik would be plenty capable of helping. It was more than she would have asked for, and definitely more than most would be willing to do, but she offered a grateful smile before moving off. She scanned the crowds as quickly as she dared, trying her best not to accidentally miss the little girl if she was around. She'd never had to watch after her younger siblings, but she still felt a bit of panic herself whenever she had to find lost children for parents that were very clearly upset over a missing child. She hadn't even made it halfway to the big wheel before the loudspeakers across the park crackled on. The vampiress had hoped that maybe the girl had turned up and they were calling the search off, and so stopped to listen. "I apologize for interrupting your afternoon, ladies and gentlemen." That voice... Esika felt her heart sink in her chest as she stood there, a chill running down her spine. Even through the inhuman distortion, she still recognized the voice for who it was. Most of the carnival patrons looked around, almost confused as to what was going on. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Shadow stood within broadcast tent, a heavy slate gray cloak obscuring his every feature. One finger had depressed the button, allowing him to telegraph his message over the broadcast system. "I'm sure that many of you may find yourself uncaring about this message, but for one unfortunate patron, I've kidnapped your daughter. I am kind to a fault, and have so far left her unharmed. However, that could all change very easily." Lifting his finger for just a second, he allowed his words to sink in. For the mother, it would be obvious he was speaking to her, even though he actually addressed everyone. "I understand that times are hard and money is tight, so I request only $100,000 to be delivered to me within half an hour. If my demands are met, I will happily return this young girl completely unharmed. However, if I find myself disatisfied in any way....don't expect to see her again." A high-pitch scream came from across the tent, and he allowed it to play out for a few seconds before chuckling aloud and then cutting off the messaging system. Turning to look at the child, he pulled his hood off, revealing a rather youthful face. Shaggy blond hair hung about his face, but otherwise his features were pretty gentle. "Wow, that scream felt more genuine than I would have expected. Good job." The young girl leapt from the bed, high-fiving her captor with a cheerful smile. "Sorry to ask you to play along with this. I'm surprised you liked this idea for a game..." Although it wasn't actually a game to him, he had no intention of really hurting her. After all, Micah merely needed it to look as though the carnival did everything in its power. Even if that meant taking one for the team, he was willing to do it. And he'd picked the perfect "accomplice" in this child. "Me and mommy always play hide-and-seek together! The captive girl responded, prompting Shadow to sigh in turn. This is hardly hide and seek, child. I was completely shocked you weren't instantly afraid of me as it was, but to find you willing to play along? Only an innocent child could see this as a game. Shaking his head, he pulled the hood back over his face before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a couple pieces of gum. "Want some?" He asked, and after seeing her eager nod gave her one of the pieces before beginning to chew on the other himself. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Wow, he really did pay for the meal. Madelyn thought, an innocent smile touching at the edges of her lips as she walked out of the diner, following Mary down the street feeling rather content. That's so nice of him... Her thoughts were very quickly interrupted by her sister, who hung her arm around the younger twin's shoulder and pulled her close. Emilyn was already wearing a grin even before she spoke, which worried Madelyn slightly. "So, do you actually like this big shark guy Ethaniel?" the elder twin questioned in a hushed tone, trying to keep her wicked smile subdued. It didn't really do anything to comfort her sister, though. "I mean, he is a walking, talking shark." she said, stating the clearly obvious. "Don't you think a relationship like that would be a bit unnatural? Well, I guess if he's human enough now, a physical relationship might work...But what the hell would mom and dad think, if they ever found out?" "S-shut up, idiot!" Madelyn shouted. They were following behind the other three at this point, and the girl suddenly clasped her mouth with her hand. That had been far too loud. "I never said I liked him, sis. I mean, I don't know. He's very nice, and..." she trailed off, her tone far quieter than before. "But I'd have to get to know him before I'd think of any kind of relationship...Do you think he looks human...down there?" It was now Emilyn's turn to blush, clearly shocked at her sister's question. "...I honestly wouldn't have the slightest idea. And I can sure as shit tell you I have no intention of investigating whether or not he has a humanish...you know. Ugh!" Clearly frustrated by the question, Emilyn stormed forward, falling in stride with Mary even as her sister continued to follow at the back of the group. "So, just how far is it to the mall? I think we'll need to get back soon to do our show, so we might not have much time to look around if it's too far away." 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| -Aroxys- | Aug 22 2011, 08:21 PM Post #75 |
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GALACTUS
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The illusionist didn't really take the mage's word at face value since the only one he'd be willing to consider a friend is Ethaniel. Marianne was more along the lines of an acquaintance at most, and rapidly approaching the point of 'conniving manipulator'. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if her spellcraft involved controlling automatons of some kind. The type of magic one becomes skilled at did have a tendency to be influenced by one's personality. Javon had no idea how one would go about fucking one's self, so he remained blissfully unaware of the mental trauma the shark man had wound up inflicting on himself in that short time period. "Are you really going to be alright? You look like you're trying your hardest not to be sick." Thus he didn't quite understand what had brought the shark-man's queasiness about. The illusionist didn't so much as twitch as the tournament was brought up again, and merely shrugged when Bertha gave him that pat on the back. "It's not as though it were a big deal. It's true that only Ethaniel won, but I had hardly lost. At least as far as I'm concerned." Considering that the data from said tournament helped open up a brand new, dangerous path into spellcraft that would likely get a Sealing Designation slapped onto him... Well, it was still winning in his books, he just got his trophy later than his partner. If one heard and understood that entire thought process, they might wonder just what was wrong with him mentally for him to consider all that a good thing. A whim struck him as the waitress took the undrunk cup of coffee away, one that involved him cloaking himself and leaving a temporary illusion double in his place so he could swipe the cup of coffee right off the tray. After that he dropped the cloak and the illusion, and applied a bit of that new magic to heat it back up to an ideal drinking temperature. Not hot enough to scald the tongue, but not so cold as to be disgusting. The right median where you could chug it, feel it, yet still be satisfied by it. With the application of a little sugar and creamer, it wound up being quite good. He did make a point of putting the empty cup back when he was done. He wound up following the group out once the shark man had paid for the food, and was more or less simply standing there when Marianne walked off with the other two girls to look for the mall. He sighed once she was out of earshot. "That woman is such a transparent schemer." |
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