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| Psycho Werekitsune | Aug 22 2011, 10:16 PM Post #76 |
Part man...part beast...full psycho!
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"Careful pal, that "midget" there's the best shot this side of the East Coast. He's also one hell of a criminologist and has a pretty sour disposition when it comes to obstruction of justice...and wanted felons, Mr. Viper." Siren knew her perps well and the attitude and warped left arm were a dead giveaway. Viper here was probably somewhere at the top of the country's most wanted list, possibly even Interpol's. The man was a class act, his repertoir ranging from destruction of government property, to voluntary manslaughter of federal agents and army personnel, to various forms of theft. He was a borderline terrorist, a sociopath and a negligent and reckless individual that is a threat to national security. Yet, despite all this, he has been more than an asset during various investigations performed by law enforcement agencies all over the country. Although his motives were unknown and his methods questionable, it was obvious he had some kind of goal. "Well, now that we've got all the meet and greets out of the way, how 'bout we get down to business; what the hell happened here? No funny stuff, just the facts and if I like what I hear, maybe I can cut you a deal and square you in on a piece of the pie. You obviously have a keen, personal interest in what's going on here...enough to risk exposure and to engage a SWAT team in broad daylight, so I'm thinking that maybe it's in your best interest to, at the very least, sensibly talk this out, for once." Siren was banking on Viper's personal stake in this to give him the sense to cooperate with them on the investigation. They weren't regular cops and they had the ability to pull some strings to get the job done, even if it meant temporarily deputising Viper until the case was closed. While he did not have a photographic memory, Erik scruitinised the picture long enough to remember what the girl looked like. He was also sure to pick up a scent she may have left on her mother. As Esika took off towards the ferris wheel, he nodded for Kyosuke to follow as he headed in another direction. He used his enhanced senses to sift through the crowd but it was a tough job amidst so many people, most of which were children. It was then that he heard the announcement over the loudspeaker and stopped in his tracks, listening intently and balling his hands into fists as he did. "That son of a..." He gritted his teeth, trying to locate the source of the sound, but it was more trouble than it was worth. He did not know the park's layout, so he had no clue where such a system would be located across the vast expanses of the carnival. Then, it hit him that he had overlooked the best resource they had for solving this problem and turned to Kyosuke. "Hey, you're a telepath, right? Can't you find this guy, or the girl? We're running out of time, we need to do this now!" |
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| -Arem- | Aug 24 2011, 04:48 AM Post #77 |
Fabulous Homosexual
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Viper had to smile. "It would have to be a damn big piece of the pie, but hey, you're certainly sharper than these poor sods...let alone your average tax collector." Viper took Bane off his shoulder and positioned it in front of him, point down to the ground, and merely leaned on it as if it was nothing more than a cane. "Say, I help you, and you help me. You're right, I have my reasons to catch the prick, but that's my business...unless we talk business. But this time, money doesn't interest me..." Viper's face hardened. "My terms: If I help you catch this fucking prick, I will have my way with her...for three minutes. After that, it's your game and I'll leave. Say no, and I leave right now and hunt the bitch down on my own, and trust me..." Viper's venom-yellow eyes kindled. "...I will find her, one way or another." Viper turned back to the figure behind him, the same kindled bloodlust in his eyes. He was not threatened by the shortstack behind him, and he never would. He ripped things apart much bigger then he was, so no half-pint was going to change that, no matter how big his dick was. Despite Viper's disdain for the detective's apparent second, he said nothing. Merely, he looked back at the detective in front of him. "What will it be?" Edited by Arem, Aug 24 2011, 04:50 AM.
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| -The Raging Zephyr- | Aug 25 2011, 09:15 AM Post #78 |
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Fate was finicky; it was difficult to discern what could be altered and what was set in the granite. This, however, never prevented anyone from asking for their fortunes from the aging gypsy man, of whom was more than kind enough to oblige those who would beseech him for advice. He held onto the thick, hairy knuckles of his patron sitting across from him: a young man who had arrived with a sprightly girl whose teeth glittered as she eagerly awaited the fortuneteller's reply. The gypsy furrowed his brow, concentrated on clear messages that he could sense on the wavelengths of the man's subconscious, and weaved these thoughts through the eyes of the needles of fate. "You are doomed along a certain path," the fortuneteller spoke with thick, drawn syllables. "The conscious choices you make to alter your future shall all lead to the same destination. It is your choice whether to take the longer, scenic paths, or to take a shortcut. Know, however, that in the end you will feel regret. A part of you shall die, but you have the potential strength to fight against distress and hopelessness and conquer your emotions, and you will become a better man because of it." He sighed and stretched, allowing his patron to reflect upon his fortune. Almost imperceptibly, in the meanwhile, the gypsy had poured tea into a trio of porcelain cups, sipping from one as his thoughts became his once more. "I...thank you?" The young man seemed baffled at the future he was told. He was tempted to ask if the tea incurred any extra charge, but he somehow found himself biting his tongue accepting the drink despite all efforts against it. A few minutes passed before the young couple emerged from the tent, the gypsy following and waiting by the flaps. "Just remember, you are your own guide," he called out to the couple as they walked towards the midway. "Choose how you walk your path, and may you find enjoyment in it." He returned to inside the tent, washing the tea cups out in a basin he kept behind where he normally sat. It was difficult to tell a man to his face that his relationship would be disastrous in the end, but it was better to be at least half truthful than to deny fate. He knew all too well about the dangers of such a choice. He was a General once, with a great number of troops under his command in one of the world's leading superpowers. He was Kommidarm Alexei Zypher, one of the youngest men to ever receive such a prestigious ranking. He had lead to strengthening the Soviet Union's hold on the world with masterful planning to keep Vietnam's interests in line with Soviet interests, had helped bring fear to China, and constantly played a mental game of cat and mouse with the United States to ensure that neither side would oppose one another too strongly for fear of retaliation. He was gifted in more ways than one, as was the rest of his family. Alexei was not born a normal child. As was the case with his father and all of Alexei's brothers, the General had been born with altered wavelength patterns in his brain, a curious condition that had granted him extra-sensory perception. As a boy, he found himself constantly faced with deja vu, for, as he would later discover, his dreams revealed events that had not yet transpired. He could, to an extent, see the future; more specifically, multiple futures and their consequences. Combined with the ability to pull thoughts from the people around him, Alexei was gifted with incredulous power that he would use to supplant many potential others to secure his position as a commander in the Soviet Army. However, all was not meant to be. Afghanistan was the hot topic; a small little plot of land compared to the vastness of the Soviet Union, all that was required of Alexei would have been to oust the cultists that had plagued the friendly government in place and tightened the bonds between the two countries even further. He was young, brash, hasty, and, despite the horrific dreams he had faced day after day, Alexei could only push forward for the Motherland in the false hope that the winding paths of fate would lead to a better outcome. In ten years, he and his troops were crushed under the weight of his decisions. This had, indirectly, lead him to work at the carnival this very day. For years, he had traveled the world, learning from his mistakes, meditating with spiritual leaders, taken under the tutelage of those who were older and wiser than he and who understood fate and the ravelings of the universe in far greater detail than he had ever dreamed. He had taken students and taught them what he had learned, and hoped that they too would teach in turn. It was only after these great many decades of studying fate that a dream he had twenty years ago was finally seeing itself unfold today. Of course, he had only seen himself as a young man in his dreams. Nowadays, his face and figure were gaunt, supplemented only by the long goatee and the teal turtleneck he was fond of; his hair was thinning as well. Of course, he had considered that recent undue stress was starting to eat away at his constitution, especially with the cries of anguish from an immortal soul imprisoned on the fairgrounds that constantly haunted his thoughts. At the moment, though, another clamor had pervaded his mind. Virtually everyone within a hundred feet of him had fear and hatred cross the threshold of their subconsciousness, a feeling he could hardly manage to reciprocate as he strained his ears against the thoughts to make out the murmur coming across from the speakers around him. Of course, he already understood most of it without ever hearing it; so was the lucidity of his dreams. He could only hope that Micah would finish his planning and ceremonies soon, for the wait was discomforting, and there was not a thing he could do to alter the future until fate struck first. |
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Aug 26 2011, 01:50 AM Post #79 |
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Part man...part beast...full psycho!
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Siren frowned, visibly, her brow furrowing at the response she had been given to her offer. Bending the law was fine as long as it did not go against her morality, or a code of justice she had sworn to uphold. The means do not justify the end; there were things a person could do to reach their conclusion a little easier and there were things a person could do to gain what they wanted immediately. Only the latter resulted in severe consequences, usually at the expense of others. Siren was many things, but not a crooked cop; she would not justify this man's brutalisation of another person, even if said person was a murdering psychopath. "Sorry pal, no dice, I can't say yes to those terms. You either help speed along the people's justice, or you sit this one out. If that's your final answer..." She trailed off, allowing him to understand full well the end result of his lack of cooperation. Unfortunately for Viper, he was still a wanted felon and now that he was standing in front of her, it meant she needed to bring him in. If he had decided to help, she could have pulled a few strings to let him off the hook for aiding a police investigation. If worse came to worst, she could even look the other way as he disappeared into the night. Right now though, she had no reason to look the other way, especially after hearing his demands. Vigilante justice was something she tolerated, but not when it meant the intentional harm of others. |
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| -Arem- | Aug 26 2011, 06:25 AM Post #80 |
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Viper frowned himself, his eyes glinting more. Many have flinched and run when they looked into Viper's eyes and saw such savagery. "Then I suggest you either come up with a better offer, or stay out of my way...for your own sake. You and I both know that this will end in one of two ways: either the bitch dies for what she does, or she's let go after serving time in some fucking padded cell because some pussy-filled judge and jury thought she had 'no idea what she did.'" Viper spat. "Face it, you need my help because I know what you are chasing, and I'm the only one that can track it down...because that's what I do. You will never find her any other way, because you have not seen everything she has done." "Fact of the matter is, I don't intend to kill the bitch either...because that's too easy. I want to look into my eyes, and see what true fear is and anger is as I tear into her mind, and watch as she hears the screams of her killed rip her mind apart. I can simply smell the blood on her now..." Viper pointed fiercely into the outlet store, aware that he was beginning to sweat. "Do you hear them? They're begging me avenge them, but not as loud as the first." Viper began to breathe hard like a mad bull, and he began to pace, aware of the looks he got from both the detective and her short second. "Their blood...cries. I can hear it. I can smell it. It's such...a wonderful noise. Her's...it fades. The fear, it pierces my mind. I must find her...because he DEMANDS ME TO DO IT!!" Viper reached a wall opposite of the outlet, and instinctively punched it with his Reaver arm. Viper stood their panting as he felt the bloodhaze in his head clear, allowing him to think. He wiped his brow with his other arm, and saw the amount of blood he lost on it. Homunculi that were created like he was didn't sweat or even cry water, but blood; their own blood, which bled a rich crimson color. Anyone who saw a homunculus go into a blood frenzy often had nightmares of it, had they lived to tell about it. Homunculi were terrifying creatures...cursed creatures. Viper glared at the detective called Siren. "You see now? It's not enough for me to let her go. I not only want to find her..." Viper panted, as a fresh wave of the pain he bore washed down his back. "...I must find her." ((Ooh, this is a rare scene for Viper. We typically see the cocky bastard, but if he's truly committed to something, he goes into a bloodhaze if something gets in his way. Hope you enjoyed this side of him.)) Edited by Arem, Aug 26 2011, 06:27 AM.
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| -Korokage- | Aug 28 2011, 05:36 AM Post #81 |
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((Longest second ever.)) He readied himself as Siren spoke. This guy was going down hard and fast. He saw the end result of what he needed to do, and was prepared for anything. Or so he thought, in any case. Jeff watched as Viper began ranting on and on about vengeance, sweating blood as he went. He could tell that the felon was quite impassioned about this case, but...it was simply not possible to let him have what he wanted. The perp needed to be brought to justice, and that was that. No vigilante bull was going to fly here. He looked into the department store, examining the bodies. Sliced apart, torn to pieces. Absolutely merciless. Confused little girl or stone cold serial killer, hard to say. The implication of additional bodies piled up around town didn't help. He looked at Viper and lowered his rifle slowly. "Look lad, I can tell you feel strongly about this. I'm not gonna give an impassioned speech and go into a warp spasm or whatever over this, but trust me when I say the person who did this will be brought to justice. I'm not gonna lie and tell you we might arrange a little something something just for you to get you to tag along. Quite honestly, I'd rather plug your face with a good two hundred dragon fire rounds. But if you help us, we can see if we can get something else together for ya. But before we go about making everyone happy...." He leaned against the door frame, rifle held lightly. "Why don't you tell us about these others she's killed? Like my partner said, I'm a criminologist, so by knowing what she's done and who she's killed I might be able to paint a good picture of where she might run off to." He hoped that Viper would see that talking about the killer's victims and where they were located could only help them. A good thirty minutes talking about this could very well save them hours of searching later on down the line. Of course there was still the option of just plugging Viper's face with a good two hundred dragon fire rounds and just getting on with life while snarking in a passive aggressive manner. Ethaniel walked next to Jaovn, feeling that being next to Madelyn might result in awkwardness and Marianne...well it's Marianne, he doesn't need a better reason to be as far out of her reach as possible. He heard Javon's comment on Marianne being transparent. "You're telling me." Of course, Javon had no idea just HOW transparent Marianne was capable of being. Sometimes he had to wonder if she even had a sense of what the phrase "on the down-lo" meant. Of course, one sentence about Marianne had him tired of her, so he decided to change the subject. "So, what've you been up to?" Meanwhile, up at the front of the loosely together group, Marianne offered a pleasant smile to Emilyn. "It is a bit more of a walk than I thought it'd be, I'll admit." She stopped at an intersection, and looked to her left down the road. To her luck, there was a taxi coming up that seemed devoid of passengers. She waved the yellow cab down and whistled loudly to make sure the driver was paying attention. The driver pulled the cab over, parking the vehicle right in front of the group of potential customers. The passenger side window rolled down and the driver leaned over. "Where too?" His voice was very gravelly, to the point where his accent had been entirely replaced with the voice of one who had been smoking his entire life. Not exactly pleasant to listen to. Marianne managed to keep herself from skinning her nose at the sound of the taxi man's voice and spoke in a light, pleasant tone. "Is there enough room in your taxi to get us all to Haven Mall?" She beamed a nice smile, already thinking of a way to shave off as much of the cost of getting everyone th-- "No can do ma'am. There's been a murder in one of the clothing retails there, so the police and NASF have the place under lock and key until they finish collecting evidence." Marianne leaned down, looking into the taxi, her lips making a tiny, almost unnoticeable frown and her eyes half lidded. "...Seriously?" "Serious as a shotgun in your face sweetheart." Marianne returned to a standing position and tapped her foot, thinking quickly. She leaned back in and whispered some directions into the driver's ear before turning to face Emilyn and waving Madelyn to the front of the group. "Change of plans. Since we don't have enough time to get everything you need from any stores, the two of you are coming to my place so that I can get a change of cloths and attempt to salvage the time you spent here." Ethaniel, scowling a little more than usual walked up to Marianne. "So what, Javon and I are chopped liver?" "Relax, I'm not gonna violate your future investment~ Besides, the two of you can entertain yourselves before the show at the carnival, I'm sure of it. Just try not to end up in a hospital or something. Especially the one I intern at." The bit about not getting into a hospital was directed more to Ethaniel than Javon, seeing as he had a tendency of getting his ass torn up. With that, she ushered the twins into the back of the taxi, making sure she occupied the middle of the seat. Ethaniel shut the door for the ladies and Marianne, waving goodbye as the taxi drove off. "...I've been meaning to walk around the downtown area, so whatever." He looked around before letting his lack of sense of direction kick in and decided to go left, probably hoping to find some trouble to break up with Javon's help. |
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| -Arem- | Aug 29 2011, 08:16 AM Post #82 |
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After breathing a few more times, Viper regarded the short one behind him. "You seem quite impassioned yourself, Bilbo. Tell me, does it bother you to see someone like me run free? Doesn't that just tick you off?" Viper cocked his head a bit, letting the drips of blood on his brow flow down his face. As they reached his mouth, he licked his lips. "Just for the record: they're called dragon's breath rounds." Viper looked back to Siren over his shoulder, then back down to the one in front of him. Then, he turned profile top both of them and began to think. Who knows? Quite possibly they could be true in their intent to bring the girl to true justice, considering they weren't exactly human either. Maybe their methods were so fucked up like the human's. He was always sickened at how slow and inefficient human justice systems worked. He once considered taking up the vigilante mount, but found that playing the mercenary not only was profitable, but it enabled him to infiltrate various levels of security to see the seams that held things together, and give him a closer look to find what he was ultimately working for. Quite possibly, this truce just might enable to see something different within the justice system. Besides, seeing the seams in the justice system enabled him to stay ahead of him. Perhaps it was a good idea to play nice for a while and just see where things lay. Besides, if his prediction came through, he could always come back to finish the job. "So, what do you want to know?" |
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Aug 30 2011, 06:26 AM Post #83 |
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Siren knew people well enough to see when they had relaxed, which prompted her to lower her own gun and holster it. Viper was more sensible than he let on, probably thinking the situation through in his head before finally agreeing that it was in his best interest to cooperate. There were times she had to question whether an aggressor's intentions were real, but it was clear as day, on his face, that for the moment, he was on the same page as them. "Anything you can give us would help. I take it you already investigated the crime scene...what exactly are we dealing with here?" The report sent in to the NASF mentioned a mentally unstable teenage girl lashing out at patrons, clerks and security at the mall, before the failed initial attempt at breaching the store. She wanted to say that this was normal; a mutant or meta-human that had accidentally discovered their abilities and may not have had full control over them. This event, however, was a bit too gruesome to just shrug off and required more investigation. Siren decided that she would keep whatever information she had to herself until Viper could tell them what they needed to know. |
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| -Arem- | Aug 30 2011, 07:26 AM Post #84 |
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Viper smiled at her choice of words. "What is right. I hope you both got a spare set of pants, because you might need to change them in a bit. You smell that? That's the first clue: brimstone. Viper decided not to wait for them to draw the conclusion: "A demoness, and I ain't fucking around. I've hunted and fought demons before and I know the smell, as well as the style." Viper looked into the store, and motioned within. "You'll find a blood-stained, bullet-ridden dress lying on the floor. It reeks of the smell, and the blood has a sickening potency of rotten eggs. The bitch was shot, multiple times, and from close in this doorway. See the skewered policemen? That was her, and they smell of the same. I don't know what she uses exactly to kill them, but it's messy. Some are even cleaved into pieces. She killed policemen, customers and employees. She isn't choosy. "These weren't her first, either. Fuck no, there were many more. I suppose you've heard of the bloodbath in the alleyway? If any of the fuzz can identify those saps, then they deserve to be criminologists." Viper chanced a glance at the one called Jeff, but continued. "The smell of the sulfur is there too. All of them, chopped into pieces. Enough blood to feed a cave full of bats and have enough to spare." Viper began to pace again as he explained. "And that's not all: By chance, I came upon what I'm sure was her first victim:" Viper's eyes rekindled, and his voice dropped to a fell tone. "...a little boy. Tortured, beaten, maimed...murdered." Viper turned full face to Siren. "You think what you see in there's the devil's work? Well, try being beaten nearly to death, clawed, then for the coup de grace, skewered with your own bike seat mount!" Viper spat. "That kid was just riding his bike, and the cunt just killed him." "That's why I better NOT see this bitch walk. No one deserves to walk after doing that. No. One." Viper sized up Siren. "You need me, because I can go toe-to-toe with her...and win, and you know it." |
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| -Korokage- | Aug 30 2011, 11:37 AM Post #85 |
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Jeff gave a wily smirk at being called Bilbo. Ah, so the giant can also be passive aggressive. Makes things interesting. He could only offer a shrug at the minor correction. His job was pulling triggers and catching things the police couldn't, not memorizing every kind of specialized ammo in existence. It was still quite sad how he could never get the name of that particular variety of bullet down though. He nodded when Siren spoke, shouldering his rifle. He was silent as Viper spelled out everything about the perp. A demon? Interesting. He'd have to take Viper's word on the brimstone though, Jeff's sense of smell was...not too keen to say the least. He had to agree with the assumption that the perp didn't have a preferred victim though, and this made her a very dangerous serial killer as anyone could be a potential victim. He paid particularly close attention to the explanation of the perp's last few hours, to a certain degree of morbidness. He did indeed remember hearing something about the utterly slaughtered people in the alleyway, though the little detail of the victims being completely ripped to shreds didn't get slipped over the radio before he was sent out. Once Viper got to the part about the first victim, his expression grew rather dark. Having been bullied as a kid, he didn't like the thought of someone getting a sense of enjoyment from beating up kids that can't fight back, but having to go that far? Jeff started bobbing his head in a little chain of nods. "Oh trust me, this bitch is going down, and there's more than one way to keep her from walking." He patted his rifle like it was his favorite Labrador and walked into the store, looking around for additional clues. The first thing he noticed amongst the more intact bodies was a mostly naked woman. Dead obviously. Other than there being no doubt that he was a red blooded male, that left a big question. Why? He could tell from the blood on the clothing that she most certainly wasn't naked before she was killed. Furrowing his brow in confusion he started looking around a bit more and took a peek behind the counter. Dead male, partially stripped. He tapped his fingers on the counter. "Two mostly naked bodies...." This added a new dimension to the puzzle, possibly a clue that what was originally a spontaneous murderer was slowly branching out into different MOs, experimenting with what she got the most pleasure from. But then he considered the previous victims again. No one goes from skewering you with your own property to utterly destroying people to stripping dead people. It's just...not possible for ANY murderer's mental processes to work that way. He looked at the bodies on the floor before moving to the blood stained black dress on the floor. Pulling on a pair of leather gloves, he carefully lifted it, noting that the size was about right for a young teenager, possibly just out of puberty. He lowered the dress and looked around again. "...She has a penchant for killing. Fast easy way to what she wants. But did she want from the previous victims?" He was pretty much talking to himself, but any input at this point would be good. He considered the dress again, looking at the blood splatter on it. Consistent with how she's been spending her day so far, which still told him nothing. Putting the dress back on the floor he looked around, and noticed the nude mannequin and quickly located the clothing that was previously on it piled up on the ground. "Our killer officially makes no sense. Goes from skewering a kid for no reason, to ripping an alley full of people apart for presumably no reason to causing a massacre in a small clothing retail store over an item of clothing, before stripping a mannequin and two of her victims, killing several police officers and then vanishing into thin air." He rubbed his chin. "She's likely unstable, or just a mean bitch." Even then her random decision to murder a kid with his own bike seat, which lead up to bathing an alley in blood, which then downgraded to just cutting people open in a clothing store didn't make sense. Especially the stripping of the mannequin and bodies. He then thought about what he knew about what lead up to the killing spree in the store. Girl wants clothing to replace her blood soaked dress, clerk catches her, she flips out. He looked at the layout of the shelves and where the bodies were. If she had any idea what she was doing, she likely would have slipped out unseen. But instead...hmm. Young girl, random violent deaths.... Just knowing a rough age range, how she killed her victims and the fact that she's apparently a demon isn't enough. In fact, her being a demon was actually irrelevant for the most part, seeing as she had little to no impulse control when it came to her abilities and was apparently just wandering the city aimlessly. "I need to know more about the victims to get a grasp of why they were killed. No murderer kills for no reason. Hell, I'd even settle for she just likes killing people. But then why not try murdering everyone in the mall?" He could hear the commentary now: "hell of a criminologist you are Bilbo." "Well...one things for sure. She isn't too far away. Not with a few grams of lead in her gut anyway. And given that the killing of the officers was likely purely retaliatory, she might not have an incentive to go to another unfamiliar place where she might get shot at." 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| -Fenix- | Aug 31 2011, 04:41 PM Post #86 |
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"That son of a..." "Easy there Psyclops! This 'R''P' is 'E' rated, you shouldn't be articulating these kinds of words, he he he he he he!" "Hey, you're a telepath, right? Can't you find this guy, or the girl? We're running out of time, we need to do this now!" A book dropped into Kyosuke's hand titled 'Graveyard of the Fallen: Roaming Souls'; the book seemingly pooped into existence. Kyosuke flipped the pages of the book, looking for something. "Let's see.......no not Ex zero, no not a fenix........AH HA! There's my page! Okay, let's see........doesn't say anything about me being a telepath." Kyosuke threw the book away. "Although, I did tell ya that I've been practicing telepathy, but I can only read my own thoughts though. I'll see if I can find the lost girl." Kyosuke closed his eyes and concentrated his thoughts on finding the lost girl. Different white threads suddenly emerged into existence, dancing about next to Kyosuke. The threads seemed to be connecting to multiple people around the two. Kyosuke looked around until he found what he was looking for, a red thread. He grabbed the red thread, which prompted all of the present threads to disappear. "I know where the girl is, she's right-" a beautiful scent seemingly interrupted Kyosuke's statement. "Is that ramen? And curry? And Japan 254? This place is awesome!" Kyosuke approached the stands serving his favourite kinds of food. After satisfying his hunger, he went back to Erik to tell him where the lost girl was. "The girl is right there Erik With An 'E''r''i''c''k'. She's the only one crying in your circus, how did you mess that one? You probably didn't get your powers back from 'B''D' he he he he he! Anyways, let's go get the girl back to her mother." Kyosuke motioned to Erik to follow him towards the girl. |
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| -Aroxys- | Aug 31 2011, 05:31 PM Post #87 |
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"Not much. I've been revising my spellwork with an almost manic obsession since I couldn't stand the fact that a handfull of trinkets were enough to render me useless last time." 'Last time' referring to the final match of the Grand Celestial, in which his opponents had gone out of their way to render his current line of spells almost useless while producing a fire and wind lattice of truly insane proportions. He had no fond memories of that match. He then created a sound dampening field rather suddenly, though this one was highly specific in target. He was only blocking his voice and Ethaniel's voice from reaching the ears of various random people. "I stumbled on a new theory about halfway through, one that took the concept of magic erasure and made it practical to use. The Reverse Spell line can deconstruct anything into the basic mana that comprised it, in the case of spellwork, or would have comprised it, in the event that it had sprung forth through artificial means." His speech was methodical, but he was talking a little faster than normal and with a slight hint of joy, so at least the shark man would be able to pick up on it. "I can even leech the life force of other beings and add it and their own mana to my reserves, or redirect it toward others. I can passively draw mana from the world that exceeds my body's own rate of replenishment, so my running out of mana is virtually a non-issue. I did give up the conjuration I was originally moving toward, but the ability to dampen and deconstruct any magic, spell, artifact, or rune more than makes up for it." It would seem odd, but this is little more than the expansion and evolution of his illusion spells. He hardly gave that line up, and could now give some real support in battle. "Though there is one problem with my doing this, or perhaps two: One, I've accomplished something few or no other magi have so far. Two, various lineages from the Clock Tower pass down all their knowledge from one heir to the next via family crests. The former of the two reasons would make them consider slapping a Sealing Designation on me, but the latter of the two reasons will have every old familiy associated with it screaming for it and my head, so tell no one of this." He wasn't sure if the shark man understood the severity of a Sealing Designation, but he was confident that he would keep his silence. He dropped the field the moment he spotted Marianne, Emilyn, and Madelyn approaching since he didn't want any awkward comments being thrown his way. ...Or at least comments that he would genuinely consider awkward, seeing as he has no knowledge of sex and seems to have gone out of his way to suppress the hormones that cause interest in it. He simply listened and waited while finding himself oddly happy that he wasn't getting dragged into a conversation or a lingerie store. Not, mind you, that he had any idea just how truly awkward that would be. Once the trio of women left, he walked alongside the shark man, silently glad that he didn't have to deal with that sex fiend. |
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Sep 2 2011, 12:35 AM Post #88 |
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"That's...a lot to swallow..." It was not that Siren believed that the story was farfetched or unbelieveable; she had seen and dealt with much more bizarre things in her time on the NASF. The mention of a demon, however, was very unsettling, if only because she had been part of a force that was responsible for repelling a potential demonic invasion not too long ago. The story was covered up by City Hall so as not to induce panic, but if this was the work of another demon...if one was on the loose right now, then it meant more could not be far behind. This was a lot more serious than she could have even hoped to imagine. The concern was probably clearly visible on her face, yet not too many people could actually say why that was without knowing what she had been through. "The reason we arrived on the scene was because we got reports in of a girl attacking people. Witnesses reported that she was unstable, almost hysterical and had lashed out against anyone who had attempted to reason with her. We figured it may have been a rogue mutant or metahuman who's abilities had begun to manifest. It was by the book stuff, not the first time this has happened, but we never expected things to be this gruesome. A demon though...that just makes things a bit more confusing...and complicated." They did not have much research on the demonic hordes, only whatever they could piece together from their encounter, which was minisclue amounts of information. Viper's comments about the smell of sulfur did match up though; it was very clear from the scent that the creatures that they had fought that they came from a very sulfur rich environment. She continued to ponder the predicament they were in, before Jeff walked back out to report what he had discovered. "None of this makes any sense...it's like we're tracking a very confused and disoriented individual, not a bloodthirsty creature from another world. Plus these things just don't get up and walk away after being pelted by several 9mm rounds, they don't have regenerative abilities from what I know. They're resilient and tenacious, not magicians, which also does not account for the disappearing trick, considering there are no obvious signs of escape from anywhere around here." She looked around a bit herself, eyeing the corners of the store before turning back to her comrades. "We know she didn't leave the way she came in. If she could escape so easily, why did she bother making a scene?" "There is no "c" in Erik, kemosabe." Erik smirked, finally getting one over Kyosuke's random mummblings, which he had to admit, was rather satisfying, despite the given situation. He quickly put his gameface back on as he followed his compatriot through the carnival and towards what should be the tent where the girl was held. He motioned for Kyosuke to hold still as he took one side of the entrance, peaking around the corner to see if he could identify the situation without being spotted. He saw the girl from the photo seated to one side as well as another individual, who was by some equipment. Looks like they had found their quarry, now they just needed a plan; a way to get the girl to safety and make sure the instigator was apprehended before he could do any damage. Erik turned to Kyosuke, whispering to him as quietly as he could and as fast as he could. "Alright, here's what we're going to do; I'm going to throw a barrier around the girl before we jump in there. I'll take tall, dark and douchey while you grab the girl and take her to safety...preferably in her mother's arms. Got it?" He waited a couple of seconds for Kyosuke to respond before quickly diving into the tent and throwing up the barrier around the girl, just as he had planned. He quickly rolled and stood between the other man and the girl in defiance, looking him over with spite as he awaited for Kyosuke to act. "Hey there asswife, how ya doin'? Didn't your mother ever tell you it's not polite to harass other people's kids?" Erik readied his body for a potential confrontation, making it easy for him to move if necessary. He had no idea what this man was capable of, but whatever it was, he was not prepared to back down from an obvious challenge. |
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| -Korokage- | Sep 11 2011, 04:44 AM Post #89 |
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Master
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Jeff nodded and stroked his chin in thought. "Well, from what we were told, the girl was trying to steal a dress and went ape shit when she was caught red handed. Maybe her original intent wasn't to cause a commotion...but then why all the fuss with the previous victims?" He considered the obvious of them having something she wanted and her killing them, but considering her minimal state of dress before she disappeared...what did a boy and a group of people have that she took with her? Certainly not anything that requires pockets to carry to keep your hands free. "If I just knew a little more...." Jeff and Siren's radios crackled to life just then, the voice of a female dispatcher crackling through. "Just got a call about a teenage girl curled up next to a young man. Caller said the girl has...horns or something and wearing a white sundress. The man is currently bleeding out according to the caller." Apparently he wouldn't need to know anything more than that, if his split second assumption was right. "Copy that, where is the girl's location?" "She's sitting on a sidewalk on Winchester Avenue, between the corners of Smith and Wesson." He thought about it for a moment before raising his eyebrow and looking to the two standing next to him. That was literally about half a block to the left of the mall. "It might be her, so we better check it out." He pressed the button on his radio and spoke into it. "My partner and I are less than two minutes away, we'll check it out." He received an affirmative from the other end and proceeded towards the entrance, checking to make sure Serenity and Viper were following as well. Even if this wasn't the perp, they'd at least be able to save someone from bleeding to death. DUDUDUDUDUDANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Ethaniel had nodded through Javon's excited talk of magical theories. The mage was, thankfully, getting to the point and describing the general gist of it instead of the novels worth of techno-babble Marianne drops on him. He had no idea what the bloody hell a sealing designation was, but he assumed it had something to do with imprisonment. And pain with a dash of agony. The walk down the road was mostly silent as the sharkman looked at various shops and such. He had no idea that so much stuff was a short drive away from his apartment. Flower shops, restaurants, bars, sporting goods, a strip club, a bank full of armed men.... Wait. One of these is not like the other.... None of the armed men seemed to be facing the door at the time, and to keep it that way he grabbed Javon and took three big steps back. He thought for a moment as his hero complex began kicking his nads. Should he go in and bust up the robbery, or call the cops and go on his merry way? Just like that he decided to do both, save for that his fists would be the only ones an their merry way, to a bunch of guys' faces. "Javon, that bank has a bunch of armed men acting like dick wads. After I call the police we're gonna sneak in and bust some heads wide open." With that he flipped his cellphone out and dialed 911. After a moment a male dispatcher picked up. "911, what's your emergency?" "There's a bunch of guys robbing the..." he took a step to the side to read the sign that said the bank's name before stepping back. "Hawthorne bank. The one on Rupert Avenue." "Alright, we'll send some units over right away, I'll have to ask you to stay on the line." "Can't do that, it'd be distracting to talk to you while beating the robber's faces in." He hung up just then before slipping into the narrow alleyway between the bank and another building. He could see a side entrance marked "EMPLOYEES ONLY". With little care for the sign, he ripped open the metal door and pulled out the 9mm pistol he snagged for the tourney a while back and proceeded with caution. "Javon, you're the magical plan guy. Before I dive in and get shot to hell, how should we proceed?" |
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| -Aroxys- | Sep 11 2011, 08:24 AM Post #90 |
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GALACTUS
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The bank with armed men in and around it certainly surprised the illusionist, even moreso when Etheniel pulled him back from it. He didn't need to be told about just how bad an idea it would be to walk into, or even by a building in such a state. At first he was intent on leaving it alone, but he came to a different conclusion rather quickly once the shark man had started talking on the phone. For all his advances, his theories were still theories since he had yet to actually practice them. A bunch of bank robbers... In the end, so long as a couple were alive and sane, what did it matter if the rest conveniently ceased to function? "By all means." The magi happened to be wearing one of the most sadistic smiles anyone had ever seen of him, a sign that the tournament had barely scratched the surface of the range of personality he had. He followed Ethaneil up to the doorway, and had already masked the sound they produced. Thus, the door shouldn't alert anyone to their presence. He then deployed the whole cloaking spell over the both of them, drawing from the environment to keep it from cutting into his reserves overly much. "The plan? The plan is to walk in, completely unbeknownst to the robbers, and deal with them. I had to stop and think about it for a moment, but simply talking about my new spell theories probably doesn't mean overly much to you, so instead, I'll go for the practical demonstration." He took a couple steps in, then stopped. "Speaking of demonstrations, we're both cloaked and your dynamic entry made no noise that they can discern, so aside from the cops, we'll be able to take this at our own pace." The illusionist stepped right out into the middle of the hostage situation, knowing that his spellwork would keep him from being detected by what he presumed were a bunch of lowbrow thugs. He left the shark to his own devices for the time being... "Oh, could you wait a minute before bashing their heads in? I want to make them shit themselves." He didn't specify HOW he was going to do that though, and hoped that the shark had enough patience to let him finish deploying the spellwork needed. He began to chant, and almost immediately the life-leeching field came into being. It wasn't done, so there was no effect, but given a bit more time and the practical demonstration would commence. |
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