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| -Eternally Fallen- | Nov 7 2011, 10:35 AM Post #106 |
The Darkness
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Well...I didn't expect that... Emilyn thought as her eyes shifted about before coming to rest on Marianne again. To think that she'd been having a puppet of herself traveling with them during their time together was almost unsettling, especially with the girls having no reason to suspect that she was anything less than human. There wasn't even anything she could immediately pick out in Mary's features that could differentiate her from her golem. It was...unsettling to say the least. Just what the hell did it take to make something so convincing? Emilyn groaned slightly, looking over toward her sister. It was obvious that Madelyn didn't see much of anything wrong with the lifelike doll; on the contrary, she appeared excited about the idea. "It seems hard to believe you could do something like that. Make such a convincing puppet, I mean." The pirouette toward the closet caught her off guard; it seemed kind of unnecessary, and-- was she seriously not wearing any panties? Great, that's just what I needed while trying to find kinky underwear. Why do I get the feeling her vag is gonna come to mind every time I see her? "But it's just so cool!" Madelyn responded in turn, apparently oblivious to the flashing they both just received; was she blinking or something when it happened?! While her sister fiddled with the edge of her shirt, still slightly disturbed by what they'd discovered and more so by what she'd just seen, Madelyn moved toward Mary, looking rather upbeat even after learning that she'd been enjoying her day out with a motile doll. "So you said that it's tough to make golems that look just like the person they're meant to emulate, right? But you pulled it off so well... You must be some kind of genius if you can do that. I know it might be asking a lot, but would it be possible for you to create such realistic golems of other people. Like me, for example? I mean, it's not that I'm suggesting you do something like that, I'm just really curious. I've never known anyone with a talent like yours, and it's just so fascinating thinking about it. I thought our act was something spectacular, but really, it pales in comparison to something like your golems." At Marianne's suggestion that they look at what she had to wear, Emilyn stepped forward, joining her sister as they stood near Mary. All of the regular clothing was already pushed aside, with a few outfits left hanging out on display. It didn't seem likely that anything hanging would be really easy to fit, and the middle box would likely be the same. The one to the left, though, there was a good chance that something that could fit would be in there. It was then that Mary mentioned the right box was full of sex toys and other assorted objects. The twins did a double-take as she offered to show them her personal "dungeon", before looking toward Marianne with slight surprise. "Uh, that sounds like something better left for another time." Emilyn remarked, following Mary to the bed to look in her "kinky box". Madelyn, however, crouched down and opened the left box, shifting through the articles their host had collected. She wasn't sure if she'd find anything appealing, but she intended to at least check and make sure. It seemed as though nothing would really work, but just as she was about to give up she found a few articles that really caught her eye. A matching set of white lace bra and panties, the panties lined with thin frills. Smiling to herself, the girl stood, walking over to the others and setting her choice on the bed. "So I think this is what I want...to--” Madelyn paused, cupping her hand over her face before sneezing. Small sparks of white flame danced along the edges of her fingers for a second. I think she gave me her cold... Madelyn thought to herself, glaring at Emilyn before continuing. "Sorry about that. Anyways, I think this is the outfit I wanna wear if you don't mind. I know you mentioned fishnets, so maybe having a fishnet top over it would be nice. Or anything else you could think of." Emilyn nodded, approving of her sister's choice. "And if you could do something similar in black, I'd be content. Without the frills would be fine with me, but it doesn't really matter as long as the outfits aren't too different." * * * * * So it turned out that the trap was set by...some shark man. Accompanied by a young man. He thought he'd seen some odd things during his travels, but this was certainly something new. It only added insult to injury that the anthropomorphic fish put them in a makeshift headlock, yet the boss swallowed his pride for his comrades. He could hear his allies grumbling complaints as they were held in place, he knew there was no hope of them fighting their way out of the hold Ethaniel had on them. It seemed insane that he could hold five people in place like that in such a way, but there wasn't much point in it. All that mattered was that they not do anything that would result in their captor...terminating them. The idea of being food for the shark man wasn't very pleasing, and while he wasn't certain that would happen, he didn't wanna take any chances. The police were also drawing close now, though that hardly mattered. They were much less of a threat than the two already holding them hostage. And then the questions came. Had he known there were others in the room, he would have told his men to keep quiet and done so himself; how was he supposed to know that invisible vigilantes were spying on them? "You can't be serious. You come in, drain us of our energy, and then expect us to talk? And what authority do you have to do anything, you fucking fish?" The second-in-command, struggled against Ethaniel's arm for a moment, though he couldn't even budge it a little, his muscles quickly relaxing again. "Besides, even if we wanted to talk to a freak like you, it's impossible." The leader groaned, wishing he could face palm after the way his subordinate had acted toward their aggressor. "What he means is that the contract comes with strings attached that stop us from acting against it. There are only so many things we can reveal...without consequences, that is. I personally would more than love to tell you all that you want to hear, but it really isn't possible. The cops would probably be even less useful than you two, so we'd be agreeable to remaining your hostages until we can reveal the full truth to you." His eyes followed Javon as he removed their weapons from easy reach and moved into the vault. Well, not that they would really be useful at this point anyways, but whatever made him feel safer. "I'll tell you what I can now, though. The contract I and my comrades are bound to is very strict. To see a desire fulfilled, we entered into an unbreakable contract with our "employer". You could say we had no idea what we were getting ourselves into, but it's kind of late to regret our decisions now. Anyways, the contract is always very specific, in that it must be fulfilled. The contract will be satisfied soon, but until that hour we can't speak about what it is. "As far as the hostages in the vault, they were first brainwashed using a combination of both natural psychological methods and magic, and then had the contract transferred to them from our employer via one of our other men, who can act as an intermediary. None of them can speak or otherwise reveal anything about the contract or what they're to do to fulfill it, because the contract for them is stricter. The knowledge of their role is locked away, and they will act on it without having to think about it, when the time is right." With a sigh, the leader glanced down to the floor, inhaling as best he could. "Unfortunately, they're as locked into the contract as we are; the employer is always watching, monitoring those bound into contracts. Any attempt to break the contract or reveal information on the part of the one bound to the contract, or any outside tampering or interference, including trying to learn the information via unnatural means, results in immediate penalty. And the penalty is death." * * * * * "I guess that'll have to be good enough." Lynness remarked as the paramedics moved in, loading Mark onto the stretcher. The girl was rather displeased with having to trust that the life of the first nice person she'd met could only maybe be saved by these people that claimed to want to help him. Was it really alright to just take Siren's word when she couldn't answer for certain how things would turn out? The demoness was almost surprised when Mark had the paramedics stop before wheeling him away, the young man glancing toward her. "You don't need to worry much about me. I'm alot tougher than I look. I mean, this is nothing but a minor flesh wound." He attempted a laugh, but the end result was him coughing up blood, and he frowned in response. "Well, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit, but trust me when I say I'll be fine. You don't need to feel guilty over it. Just be a good girl and everything will be fine." Lynness nodded as the paramedics pushed off, moving Mark toward the ambulance. She heard Siren mention that Viper probably meant well, but that wasn't really reassuring considering his attitude so far. He still refused to remove his glare from her, and his gun was still pointed menacingly in her direction. The cop said she'd keep him away, but that didn't really do much to put her at ease. The only thing to do that would be for the two of them to not be near one another. Once Jeff started speaking, Lynness slowly took her eyes off Viper, looking at the new officer while he spoke. How did he know that she'd already had to deal with other threats over the course of the afternoon? She hadn't even told anyone! There was no obvious logical explanation, and it troubled her. And he wanted her to trust him? "What my friend here is trying to say is, we need you to come with us so you can tell us everything that happened to you today. It's our job to understand what happens in the city so we can help protect the people, so if anything happened to you that made you hurt your friend, then we need to do something about it." "I suppose that would be okay. Like I said before, just keep that person over there away from me, and I'll do what you want. I'm...actually kind of tired." The girl yawned, stretching out before her stomach began to ache, letting out a growl in the process. "...and I guess I never did find anything to eat. How could I forget being so hungry?" * * * * * "What the...?" Esika questioned, utterly confused. Kyosuke hadn't been any help with figuring out the situation in the tent, so the vampiress decided it was time to step in and find out for herself. While she'd already known who the perpetrator of the kidnapping was, she hadn't expected that Erik and his friend would find him so fast, and she definitely didn't expect to find that very man on the ground at her feet. Even as her question ended, she felt his hands grab a hold of her ankle, yanking her downward with unexpected force. The trip was unlike anything she'd felt before; falling into her own shadow was almost like falling into water, although the chill she felt upon being submerged was unnatural and very painful. It felt like she was trying to swim up a waterfall of liquid nitrogen, with some invisible liquid flowing around her in the darkness. Her ankle was still being gripped until the second she left the shadows, the world suddenly sideways as she was hurled toward Erik. Surprisingly enough, the young man had managed to catch her, righting her quickly enough that she could land on her own feet. Before she could get her bearings, their opponent had already sealed the tent and plunged the communications tent into darkness. Micah had already said that, should they meet under such circumstances, that she was to proceed as if he were an outsider an attack him accordingly. It didn't really help when she could barely see him in the darkness; even her hearing and smell seemed somewhat blunted in the dark expanse. "Hey, you okay? Do you know this joker?" Esika shook her head, flinching as Erik shattered the chair that was sent flying in their direction. "I've never seen this man before. But I'm fine. Just a little shaken is all." She wasn't sure how to proceed against the nearly-invisible figure opposing them, but it seemed like enough to follow Erik's lead. While the energy ball surprised her, she wasted no time moving, sprinting to the right as her new-found ally charged left. * * * * * "I'm impressed." Shadow called out as Erik tore through the chair with his fist. It wasn't every day you saw fighters able to do that, especially when avoidance was so much easier. The sudden sphere of energy coming at him was even more surprising, though nothing he hadn't dealt with before. As the projectile was nearly striking range, the man dodged to the right, trailing his left arm behind him. His fingers glanced the energy ball, siphoning off some of the power within the attack as he went. The energy he'd stolen was slowly corrupted, changing from its normal color to a deep plum that slowly pulsated in his hand. It was then that he saw Erik coming at him from the direction he dodged in, his elbow rocketing toward him. Shadow grinned as he stepped back, releasing his collected energy in front of him. Before he could set it off, he felt Erik's palm slam into his chest, sending him stumbling backward while simultaneously giving him a powerful jolt. His own attack went off just after he was struck, sending out a shock wave of energy in Erik's direction. Shadow noted the vampiress coming in from behind, dropping low and aiming a kick into her midsection. The blow connected, and while it seemed to wind the her, it didn't stop her from kicking him, her own unnatural strength hitting him in the ribs with the same force that Erik's blow hand dealt to his sternum. As he disappeared from view, reappearing a hundred feet away, his voice rang out from all directions. "I'm very impressed. But it won't be as easy as you seem to think." He had to stop talking after that short bit, having difficulties catching his breath. It felt like bones were broken in his chest, so he wouldn't be able to fight much longer. If he was going to win, it would have to be done quickly. Any delay would likely cost him the fight. Of course, win or lose it didn't matter, but he had to watch out for his pride. Before any follow-up attacks could be initiated by the duo, Shadow lifted his hands, sending out spear-like waves of purple energy in the direction of his opponents, hoping to stall them while he gathered strength. |
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| -Aroxys- | Nov 8 2011, 12:14 AM Post #107 |
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"And, of course, you can't tell us who your master is." Said the illusionist in a dry tone. He shut down the analysis runes after gathering up all the information he could without outright tampering with the brainwashing or undoing it outright. As for the mooks themselves... "So, you and quite a few others like you went into a binding contract with a force substantially stronger than yourself to fulfill some petty desire, or legitimately important one if there was even one amongst you with half a braincell, which bit you in the ass. Good god, you people must be monumental idiots." The illusionist was facepalming at his and Ethaniel's captives while pointedly ignoring the one who tried to resist. He was having to suppress an urge to just kill them though, since if he had it right they were aiding some dark force in bringing about a greater evil. There were just no words for what he was feeling. These people were stupid beyond measure, desperate, or both. "So you've forcibly bound some people into your master's service as sleeper agents, spies, or sacrificial lambs without the intent of compensating them, quite possibly dooming them in the process... Not to mention how things like this lead to extremely bad things happening." He was starting to pace now in an attempt to determine what to do next. The cops were going to arrive shortly, and he already knew they'd be useless in a case like this. If they were, vigilantes wouldn't be an unspoken requirement for keeping the peace. He wasn't particularly amused by all this, and wondered what to do with them. |
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Nov 8 2011, 02:18 AM Post #108 |
Part man...part beast...full psycho!
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"Well, we can take care of that...you like chili dogs?" Siren walked Lynness towards the Humvee, helping her into the front passenger seat before closing the door behind her. She turned to Jeff, placing her hand on his shoulder, a very serious expression on her face. "Stay with the kid and keep and eye on him. Let me know if there's any change in his condition and if they manage to stabilise him. This is pretty by the book, but this guy's probably the only thing keeping her from losing full control. The least we can do is have some assurance before she drops those psychological barriers." She then turned to face Viper, not really sure how to word what she wanted to say to him. It was going to be very difficult trying to keep him from biting the girl's head off, but holding him at bay was the only way she could gain her trust enough to at least, get a report out of her. "You're free to tag along with me if you like, but I can't have you heckling the girl. You can huff and puff all you want as long as she isn't within ear or eyeshot, got it? If you wanna pull the trigger, then I give you full permission...but only when I'm a corpse, capiche?" She turned around and got into the car's driver side, turning the ignition and tore off towards a nearby fast food restaraunt, ordering up some food before heading towards the 12th precinct. The shadowman's shockwave was easy enough to spot, prompting Erik to roll out of the way as Esika came in herself and kicked into their quarry. It was very evident now why she was enrolled into the carnival's security force; she obviously carried herself well into a fight and her delicate frame belied the strength within. Erik had no time to admire her handiwork however, as the troublemaker melded into the shadows he had created and appeared in another part of the tent. He was obviously injured, Erik could clearly hear his laboured breathing and his heart pumping fast with his enhanced hearing. Before he could react to the taunt however, the man sent out a hail of some kind of energy spears straight for them. He quickly erected a shield to cover the both of them and used it like an umbrella as he headed towards his target. "It obviously doesn't take much to impress you." Erik quickly used his imagination to form cannon-like constructs on his hands before firing off a flurry of energy bullets at his opponent. He quickly shifted his right cannon into a gauntleted hand holding a large sword before taking a diagonal downward swing at the shadowman. |
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| -Korokage- | Nov 13 2011, 12:12 PM Post #109 |
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Jeff set his jaw a bit when he could see that the girl was visibly disturbed at the thought that other people had found out the general gist of her morning and afternoon. ...He kind of wanted to passive-aggressively poke fun at her, as eventually someone would (and indeed has) found the remains of her victims. Really, to think that an object or piece of information suffers from a lack of ontological inertia just because you don't think someone else will stumble on it was the pinnacle of childishness. A demon wouldn't need to feign surprise at this, and indeed wouldn't have unless they had taken precautions, and there was no way this girl was faking it. He could only smirk and nod as Siren reworded what he said for him, and stood up out of the way when she agreed to go. He followed a little behind, still kind of worried that the girl might change her mind and flip out. Once she was in the Humvee though, he relaxed a little. His mind promptly drifted back to the young man, after all he looked like he was in rough sha-- "Stay with the kid and keep and eye on him. Let me know if there's any change in his condition and if they manage to stabilize him. This is pretty by the book, but this guy's probably the only thing keeping her from losing full control. The least we can do is have some assurance before she drops those psychological barriers." It was like she read his mind. "You got it." With that he set off for the ambulance and waved to the paramedics as they were about to close the door. He was allowed to hop in and sit with the paramedics just before the emergency vehicle drove towards the nearest hospital. Looking down at the kid it was easy to see that today wouldn't be easy on him. Still, this kid was the key to keeping little miss rip and shred on a leash, and he might know something about her. However, the key thing right now was keeping an eye on him. "Hey there tough guy, I'm Jeff. I work with the NASF. You're gonna be just fine, you hear?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Marianne only smiled at Madelyn's enthusiasm. While she COULD do the egotistical thing of proclaiming herself a master amongst master golem builders, she decided not to. After all, one's work should speak for itself, and her work could speak volumes. Though, it DID give her a couple of ideas. Not useful ones, but ideas never the less, now all she had to do was--did Madelyn just sneeze fire? She did. Holy shit. She listened to Madelyn and looked between her and the outfit before deciding to bring it up another time. She nodded to both of the twins and looked the selection over. "Hmm, nice. I think some fishnet leggings would work with this. Maybe some detached sleeves too.... I'll call it in and see if Arnaldo can't dig something up." Arnaldo maybe gayer than a million gay men having sex in a dimensional plane made of pure homosexuality, but he's the only guy Marianne had on speed dial for this kind of thing. Plus she'd take his word over 99% of the straight men in existence for stuff like this. She snatched her phone from where it lay on her nightstand and punched in the speed dial. After a few rings.... "Marianne is that you sweetie~?" Ugh, the lisp. Why did he have to be so damn stereotypical? "Yeah it is. So, I have two friends here that need some matching lingerie, in different but complimentary colors." A brief pause. "Twins? Small bust or large bust? And what did you have in mind exactly?" She raised a brow. For some reason he sounded...rushed. Probably a customer being bitchy somewhere. He did still have work today after all. ...And how did he guess that Madelyn and Emilyn were twins? "Yup. Small. I'll take a pic with my cellphone and send it off to show you." With a casual thought she cast a spell that allowed the phone to float next to her ear while she fished her purse out of the drawer in the nightstand and fished out her cellphone. It was one of those touch screen 4Gs everyone was raving about. In about a few seconds she had the cellphone on, the picture snapped (with the tags showing the size in view of course) and the message sent. "How do fishnet leggings sound to you?" "Got it now. Are these friends trying to impress a couple of boyfriends?" "No they work at the carnival that's in town. They have a VERY classy act if I say so myself." This time the pause was slightly longer. "Fishnet will work beautifully with this darling~ In fact, I'll have a few extra items packed in and sent to your place right away. Gonzales is here today, so it'll be there in a few seconds. And don't worry, I'm not gonna charge you for anything at all." There was the sudden sound of something being knocked over. "Oh dear, one of the customers is making a fuss, if you need anything just call back, ok? Buh-bye~" Marianne pulled the phone away from her ear after the distinct click of the phone being hung up. She stared at the device, brows furrowed and a small frown touching her lips. "...How did he know to send it to my place? Eh, doesn't matter." She put the phone back where it belonged and walked out of the room just as the doorbell rang out throughout the building. "That would be your lingerie courtesy of Gonzales. I call him speedy. You know, because he has super speed. ...Be right back." Ok, so the joke fell flat. Big deal. After a short exchange of broken English and equally broken Spanish, Marianne had acquired the box of kinky outfits from the Hispanic youth and made her way back up the stairs and bee lined to her bedroom. "Arnaldo told me that he put in a few extra things to try out if you were interested. You should probably look them over before we high tail it to the carnival, just to make sure everything is in order." And no sooner had she gotten the box open did she realize that Arnaldo might have sent and extra set of the white...huh. Laying on top of the fishnet accessories (and free bonus items) was a set of the white lingerie with frills and two sets of a similar set, though in black and lacking frills. After scrounging around she found a note that read "they'll need the extras." The mage didn't recognize the handwriting and left the box on the bed as she walked away to contemplate the strangeness that she just endured. In the end she put it out of her mind, as she had no reason to suspect that anything was wrong. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ethaniel rolled his eyes at the end of the monologue. Of course the only sensible thing to do is lure people into a lethal contract that tortures their conscious since they have no choice in if they get to do horrible things or not. For fuck's sake. Every second spent with these mooks was a second that he actually contemplated the advantages of knowing someone as blunt and straightforward as Marianne. Other than that, Javon said everything that needed to be said. "On the bright side, we can just hand them off to the police and not have to worry about these bozos. An independent vigilante investigation isn't completely out of the question. Of course, we'll be flying half blind since I doubt mister sunshine here can give so much as a hint." That meant it was time for wild mass guessing and running in random directions. Joyous. The sharkman set his jaw and gave thought to the issue at hand in an attempt to pull a Sherlock Holmes. First prominent event that happened today before the robbery was the carnival arriving in town. Pretty big fucking coincidence, with no actual data to support a connection. ...Not yet anyway. And then right when he thought about asking Javon to search their pockets, the police showed up, took a good look inside and casually walked in. The officer that approached Ethaniel looked fairly older, with a dark complexion and a hard look in his eyes. "I presume that these are the robbers?" It didn't sound like much of a question. With a little toss the victimized robbers were promptly flopped onto the ground between the vigilante and the officer. "Consider it an early Christmas present. Now my pal and I--" "Need to answer some questions." His jaw set again. "...Fine." It only took a few minutes for his version of events to be recorded (while purposefully leaving out the bits involving magic, horrible life stealing contracts and brainwashing). He met up with Javon after that, hands in his pockets. "I wish we could have rifled through those moron's pockets before the cops showed up. Would have given us an idea of where to start looking." There was the sudden sense of impending doom, but he ignored it. Felt it a billion times before with nothing bad happening, what's one more? :::ERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERRORERROR::: In the manager's office of a fairly big time lingerie store called Pritique Boutique, was one sweaty man with a slightly darkened complexion. His purple vest with numerous gay pride buttons pinned to the front was likely stained by the amount of sweat he was producing right now. His eyes were locked onto the youthful female figure sitting across from him. His desk was currently rammed halfway through the wall to his left. "S-so I-I-I-I--" He found himself silent when her hand raised. "I am aware that the items were successfully ordered and sent out. They have just been successfully delivered." While her appearance suggested a warm outgoing personality, her voice was cold and somewhat mechanical. Her face never shifted from that disturbingly calm, expressionless display. It didn't help that her left eye was obscured by a large metal eye patch with a fluorescent red symbol that was frighteningly reminiscent of a crosshair on it. No seriously. That thing was fucking glowing. And people had the balls to ask why he doesn't like most women. After making sure that sinking feeling wasn't his balls dropping out of his throat and back into place, he decided to try manning up. "S-so why did you make me do that again, when I would have done it anyway?" And then he realized that he sounded tiny and pathetic. Great. The woman across from him only raised her hand...and everything in his office was right back to the way it was before she flipped out and sent his desk through a wall. "Expediting necessary processes. Thank you for your time." And then she wasn't there anymore. No like...she fucking vanished into thin air. It took about a minute for Arnaldo to realize this, and another three before he worked up the nerve to reach across his desk and move his hand through the formerly occupied space. Once he had confirmed that the woman, indeed, was no longer there, he slumped back into his chair. He felt clammy, and he suddenly realized that he was having an easier time breathing. Almost like...the air was lighter. Or something. He slumped forward, his brain addled from coming down out of the perpetual fight or flight debate it was locked in a moment ago. He lazy laid a hand on the phone and put his secretary on speaker. "Yes sir?" "I need coffee." "Of course." He hung up and sobbed a little on the inside. Edited by Korokage, Nov 29 2011, 11:55 PM.
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| -Eternally Fallen- | Nov 30 2011, 12:44 AM Post #110 |
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((Ohoho I love riddles.)) Ethaniel and Javon wouldn't have a chance to get very far; one of the younger officers came running after them, shouting for them to wait up. As soon as he'd reached their location, he stood panting for a moment, doing his best to catch his breath before speaking. After regaining his composure, he wiped a bit of sweat from his brow before standing up straight. "The apparent leader of that criminal cell asked me to bring you these." He reached into his pocket, procuring two slips of paper. "This card was in his pocket, and the note he wanted to give you was one we allowed him to write before being taken in for questioning. It looked innocent enough, so the chief decided we could hand them to you after making a copy ourselves. Here ya go." The officer handed the two pieces to Ethaniel before hurrying back down the street to his car. The first was a torn scrap of paper with the phrase, "Who is like God? Thirty-six prophets sing praises unto Him." written upon it in hurried handwriting. The the second was almost like a business card, with a foreign character printed upon it:  * * * * * "I don't even know what chili dogs are..." Lynness remarked with a frown as Siren walked her toward her vehicle. She was quickly up and in the passenger seat, the door closing behind her before she could do anything else. Her gaze followed the officer as she turned back to talk to her partner. They talked for a moment before he took off in the direction of the ambulance, climbing into the spot they'd taken Mark. The demoness also noted her talking to Viper for a few seconds before climbing into the driver's seat herself. She raised an eyebrow at Siren's talking to that man, but allowed the expression to fade before the agent had a chance to start them down the road. Lynness jumped as the engine started up, looking about with a wide eyes as they started moving at high speed. Her breathing quickened for a few moments before she was settled enough to sit back in her seat, the rise and fall of her chest slowing. She better not try anything... The teen thought to herself as she looked about, barely paying attention to the various buildings that flashed by. After a few moments, she turned back to Siren. "I don't know what you meant by chili dogs, but I'd like something...spicy? If that's possible." Finished with her request, she turned back in her seat, looking straight out the windshield at the traffic on the street. The comfortable seat was starting to grow on her, even if the idea of roaring down the street in a metal deathtrap was slightly unnerving. The girl allowed herself to sink back into the seat a little more, finally giving herself a moment to relax. She hadn't been this comfortable yet, and it was a little refreshing. She closed her eyes as the car continued to move, the images of those she'd killed popping up into her mind. Even feeling bad for hurting Mark, everything else had been justified. She couldn't help but smile slightly. * * * * * "Just giving credit where credit is due, I guess." Shadow commented in response to Erik's remark. The energy bullets were kind of a shock, but nothing he couldn't deal with. Dropping low, he released a burst of violet energy from his hand as he hit the ground, the bullets being caught within and corrupted the same way his other energy attack had. He'd managed to catch all but a couple of the energy bullets, which had struck him in the shoulder and then the chest. He must be able to shape his energy into whatever best fits a situation. That's very interesting... He thought to himself as he stood, Erik coming in for another attack with the vampiress on his heels. It was rather amusing to see him attacking with an edge weapon after firing off projectiles, but that only made dodging it easier. Just like before, he vanished from sight, only this time he appeared just in front of and above Erik, his foot, kicking off the sword while coated in purple energy. Erik's own blade began to erode as he ascended, and Shadow allowed a smirk to cross his face as it happened. He pulled his leg back, eager to inflict some real damage via a foot to the face. Bet he didn't expe-- The thought was suddenly cut off as a fist slammed into his gut, sending him sprawling backwards onto the ground. Despite being winded yet again, he wasted little time rolling backwards, stopping in a crouched position. He noted the vampiress land in front of Erik, a smug look decorating her features. The tactic had caught him completely off guard; there was no way they'd planned it together in just a few seconds. I'll teach you to interfere. * * * * * Esika followed along as Erik charged forward, preparing to attack Shadow with an energy blade. Projectiles were proving to be ineffective against him. Her own breathing was still slightly labored after being kicked in the midsection, but she wasn't concerned with that at the moment. As her newfound friend swung his blade around, their opponent vanished yet again, his own gathered energy hanging in place. He appeared just above the energy blade, his own life force pushing it toward decay. She hadn't expected that to happen, and it was alarming to see him doing so. She had just a second to decide, and as soon as she noticed Shadow's leg beginning to pull back she knew she had to act. Sorry about this... She thought as she pushed off the ground. Her right foot touched down on Erik's shoulder for a second before she threw herself forward, bringing her fist up as she kicked off. The punch connected, sending Shadow backwards and stopping his kick. Feeling triumphant, she landed, grinning as she landed in front of Erik, Shadow's energy now separated from him. She was about to move in and attack again before she was thrown to the ground hard. She felt a sharp pain in her back, and a great pressure, before both suddenly vanished, along with her target. Her fingers felt around, brushing against a deep gash in her back. Rolling over onto her side, she noticed the purple energy had vanished. Had Shadow done that? "Sorry about jumping off of you like that; I figured I had him. Looks like I was wrong..." "Your time is quickly eroding away." Shadows voice echoed from multiple directions, even though he stood less than ten yards away. "Perhaps if you surrender now, I'll let you walk away." * * * * * Waves of lightheadedness washed over Mark as he was wheeled away from the young demoness and the officers, his own vision blurring slightly. The slight jolt of his stretcher being lifted up into the ambulance didn't really help matters either. He glanced about, his eyes drifting sluggishly from object to object. The urge to cough hit him as the put an oxygen mask over his mouth, and he noted small droplets of blood on the inside of the plastic mask as the paramedic applied pressure to his wound. "Doc, I don't think that's a good sign, me coughing up blood." Mark replied sarcastically, laughing until another cough send ripples of pain through his body. "So does the wound go all the way through? And what the hell did it hit, anyways? Kidney? Liver? I don't know what she just wrecked, so a little information would be awesome." "Sir, that's not something I can say with any certainty. If you could, just try to relax and avoid talking until we get to the hospital, unless it's necessary." "Well, glad to be chatting with you too." He remarked as he looked up at the roof. He felt the weight of someone else climbing in before the doors were closed, but he didn't expect it to be the male officer taking the trip with him. Was that suppose to be reassuring, or something? His gaze shifted over to the man. "Hey there tough guy, I'm Jeff. I work with the NASF. You're gonna be just fine, you hear?" "Eh, this is just a walk in the park for me. I've been through much worse than this back home on the farm...Well, maybe I'm exaggerating. Truth be told, I'm not really concerned. More curious about what was up with that girl that caused her to attack me like that. That and I'd like to know how bad my injuries actually are." He paused for a second, coughing violently before continuing. "Oh hey, my fingers are tingling. Isn't that curious." "Sir, please refrain from speaking." The paramedic remarked in a more stern tone than he had previously. With a sigh, he nodded, allowing himself to just lay back. Smiling slightly, he turned toward Jeff, pushing a thought toward him telepathically, utilizing what little magic he could perform covertly. "Between you and me...I could have closed the wound by now if I'd had a little privacy. Heh, maybe you could volunteer to do something about the wound and have this dude go up front or something? Tell him you're a doctor." * * * * * Emilyn glanced over to her sister as Marianne left the room to answer the door, an eyebrow raised. "Do you seriously not find anything about Marianne controlling a puppet we believed to be the real Marianne just a little bit odd? And I guess you didn't see her exposing herself?" she questioned, her younger twin merely shrugging in response. "You must really want to impress that guy. These outfits are slightly more...questionable than usual. Do you really like him that much, sis?" "I already told you that I'm not sure how I feel." She answered firmly, regarding the outfit in front of her with a small smile. She lifted everything up, checking tags and making sure that it all would fit. "He seems nice. Is it really that bad wanting to show off a little?" Setting down the articles of clothing once more, she turned to look at Emilyn, grinning slightly. "And besides, I remember a certain someone doing something almost like this bad in Chicago. We had outfits not too different from the ones we're wearing now, and I'm fairly certain it was one of the most memorable shows for all involved. Do you still talk to Kyle?" "T-that's not the point at all!" Emilyn snapped back, blushing. "I don't understand why you had to bring that up. And for your information, no, I don't talk to him anymore. I only got to see him one other day, and he screwed me and then went on his way. Maybe I'm just concerned that you're gonna end up in the same position I was in. And trust me when I say that's not a fun way to lose your virginity. I just don't wanna see you getting hurt." "I...I had no idea. I'm sorry..." Madelyn frowned as she looked back at the outfit. "Look, I don't plan on sleeping with him or anything. I mean, he treated us to lunch. Even if I do like him, I'm not just gonna rush into something physical like that." "Alright." An uneasy silence crept over the twins until Marianne entered the room again. Madelyn only gave a cursory inspection of her second set of clothes, though Emilyn took a little more time to examine the articles Marianne handed to her. "Looks like everything will work for us." Emilyn remarked with a weak smile. "Yeah, I think we're good to go." * * * * * What a familiar feeling. The illusions of the mind began to melt away, and in its place remained a deep darkness, not even the tiniest trace of light penetrating it. All of those old things that had kept him company were suddenly gone, leaving him alone. Ever muscle begged to be moved, but the shell of cold stone left him frozen in place yet again. The sudden realization that he'd come back to life yet again only served to deepen his own rage. His muscles tensed, but against the unmoving prison this only caused him to ache. Claustrophobia set in almost immediately, and his eyes shifted about rapidly in their sockets, begging for a sign of escape, even as his mind told him it was pointless to search. "Hello again, my friend. You startled me, for a moment. Is there anything I can do to ease your troubled mind?" That voice again? He'd heard it before, on a number of occasions. Alexei had been the only person he'd spoken to in hundreds of years, and even in the confines of stone, it was still a relief to have more than his own thoughts to keep him company. He couldn't help but wonder if his mind had conjured the voice after so many years alone, but he tried his best to dispel that thought whenever it occured. Either way, hearing Alexei's voice helped calm him down. "I was just having the most pleasant dream; in it, I was working the lands in one of the villages I came across in my travels...and she was working by my side. It was so peaceful. I honestly believed I was there. I guess it was just another dying dream." "You know, it's a wonderful gift you have: memories of a world so long ago." Was that jealousy in his tone? It wasn't exactly easy to tell. "I can only see forward in my dreams, never back. I already know what your answer is, but if you could remove your curse, no matter the cost, would you? Others would be envious of being able to relive their old lives despite never moving forward." "I do treasure my memories, but they aren't always that wonderful. As it stands, I would gladly trade places with whoever could envy me. If I was merely reliving everything, it wouldn't be so bad. But every time I wake up, I'm frozen in place for days at a time, just waiting to die again. So to answer your question, yes, I would remove this curse at any cost." He could hear Alexei chuckle before allowing a brief silence to interrupt their conversation. After a short period of time, though, he continued on. "You may know, I am a fortune teller. Doom and death are amongst the most common topics when speaking of pasts and futures. I've meet with elusive Gyspsies across Europe, wise Yogis in the vast Himalayas, and have partaken in spirit-cleansing ceremonies with shamans on far-off islands; death, they say, is not an end to things, but a new beginning, just the same as the great Firebird rises anew from its ashes. To be relieved of your affliction now, you would have to accept that you would be just a babe born into an alien world. No familiar faces would be here waiting for you, nor would there be any place for you to call home. Would you be willing to put up with such sacrifices, all to put your pain behind you?" "I'm not exactly sure how long I've been in here. At least a coupel hundred years, probably longer than that though. But I know that I'd been alive for at least a millenia before I met the macigian that trapped me in this stone. During most of that time, I travelled far and wide in my pursuits. For a time I wandered the great deserts, before finding myself in the exotic lands of the east. The longest time I spent in any one spot was when I met her, but things never last, and eventually she was gone. After that, I was always on the move. I sailed across a sea to a chain of islands, and spent several years there before coming back, eventually arriving at the village I was born in, long after anyone even remotely related to me had passed on or gone their own way. I don't think it'll bother me having to adjust to a new world all over again. Besides, how much could the world have changed?" "In a hundred years, empires can rise and fall, a new sense of values are created in the gap between generations, and the memories of old are cast away in favor of advancement. We live in a world that treads the razor's edge, threatening to destroy itself at the utterance of a single word. Everything is controlled and regulated, and, though they may not know this, the majority of people don't realize that their choices are severely limited. But, perhaps I only make it sound worse than it is; I have seen the future thousands of times, and I realize that for every thousand dismal futures, there is one more that holds a glimmer of hope. But, in the end, this is all semantics; just as I don't have a choice of my own fate, neither do you have a hold on yours. There are men with certain interests that would like to emancipate you from your prison, and they're on the cusp of a breakthrough." "A breakthrough? This is...very unexpected news. I hadn't dared to dream that I could ever be released. I can't help but wonder what his motives might be, but this is definitely...interesting." He had to struggle just to contain his own excitement. "Tell me about the one who plans to free me from this prison." It seemed almost too good to be true. While he didn't want to get his hopes up, just the thought of finally seeing the light of day again brought him some happiness; he might have even smiled, had the extremely confining space allowed it. As he finished his request, a very audible sigh resounded in his mind. "I wish I could tell you his motives, but all I can truly glean is that he finds some benefit in bringing you forth. He has shed blood for you, and has found surrounded himself with others with particularly strange aptitudes. He is quite skilled at covering his tracks, though his recent actions have become quite overt. I fear he doesn't have any intent towards letting you live your own life; he uses everyone around him as tools, and likely wouldn't hesitate to use you in the same way. I stood by his side just to see your fate come to pass, but, when the time comes where you find yourself at the crossroads, it will be up to you to decide which direction for you to take your life. Like any beautiful mountain road, the choice that will fill you with the most happiness will likely be the one that carries the most hardship, and he will act as the viper coiled along the path." "I see..." The thought of being used by someone was disgusting on its own, but being freed from an unending hell wasn't something that could be shrugged off. "I suppose we'll have to see what his desires are once we're at the crossroads." |
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| -Arem- | Nov 30 2011, 01:05 PM Post #111 |
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Viper watched in scorn as the demoness was escorted away. "This is why I prefer not to work with law enforcement...because I have yet to meet one that isn't stupid. Wait until she's a corpse? Perhaps I'm new to this, but isn't that a little too late for you?" While he secretly admitted that the injured boy received some kind of special mercy, if one could call it that, the other victims' blood still stank in his nostrils, the boy on the road's dying scream echoed in his mind, and the culprit was being treated like a little girl? Fucking justice. That's why his kind existed, to be cleaners... Viper climbed aboard his motorcycle and drove on behind the police car, maintaining what he surmised as a tolerable distance behind the vehicle that housed his target. His brain cooked up how many ways he could just destroy the police cruiser and hightail it before anyone was the wiser. Plus, if that didn't finish the job, he could always return. No law enforcers intimidated him, for he was akin to immortal. As much as he despised being so, there were times it was too beneficial to knock. As for the girl, no matter what innocent facade she carried, he could see right through her. She was going down...and going down hard. Now he just needed to wait... ...if only his blood didn't boil so much waiting for the kill, this would be so much easier... Edited by Arem, Dec 1 2011, 11:40 AM.
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Dec 2 2011, 08:45 PM Post #112 |
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"Well then, I'm sure you'll love these chili dogs." Siren parked the car in the precinct's underground parking lot, locking up and hauling the large bag of food she had procured, motioning for Lynness to follow as she made her way to the elevators. The girl's reactions to everyday things that a normal person her age should be well familiar with continued to surprise Siren, reinforcing the point that everything that had happened earlier during the day, that every reaction this girl had had had been purely on instinct alone. It was painfully obvious that this girl was probably not of this world, or at the very least, someone who had some kind of amnesia, one that may affect the logic centers of the brain. She was no psychologist, but she knew enough from being around people to come to her own conclusion based on what she saw. Even if she was a demon, who was to say there weren't any that could be reasoned with? That thought merely put Viper back on her mind, seemingly the authority on demonic entities, or so he would like to believe. His actions were brash, but it probably came with his years of experience. While she did not have any right to second guess him, it was not fair to this girl, this one individual to come to any conclusions and hold her responsible for the malicious actions of the rest of her race. Besides, I'm sure that one guy was probably a demon and if it wasn't for him, we'd have had a full scale invasion on our hands... Vivid images of the event from a few months prior flashed through her mind as she recalled the cloaked man who cast the final spell to seal away the ensuing horde. It was very close, but they had managed to buy him enough time to finish it off then, just as mysteriously as he appeared, he vanished off into the night without a trace. The memories reminded her that she probably needed to give Ethaniel a call and check up on him, it had been some time since they had spent some time off together as Siren had been very busy with work the past few weeks. The elevator arrived at the designated floor and Siren made her way to her office, waving at the occassional officer along the way. She unlocked the door, pulling Lynness in after her before shutting it behind them and setting the bag on her desk, taking her seat behind it before offering up another for her guest. "Make yourself comfortable, take whatever you want out of the bag, there's more than enough in there to last the whole day." She pulled one of the chili dogs out of the bag, along with a large soda, taking a bite out of her lunch before continuing. "So, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself and what happened to you today?" "I'm flattered." Erik was a little surprised when Esika launched off of him and incapacitated their opponent as he was attempting another attack. He grinned widely, bearing his fangs as he gave her a thumbs up as he released the construct. Unfortunately, Esika was flung back by an invisible force, smacking her right into one of the tent's supports. He quickly ran to her, helping her up slowly. "Sorry about jumping off of you like that; I figured I had him. Looks like I was wrong..." "No problem, I work plenty well with others. Speaking of which..." Erik turned, trying to locate the source of the voice, but it seemed to emanate from all around them. He focused his senses to the best of his abilities, using echo location, scent or anything he could work with until he finally found his mark. It was faint, but he could detect a disturbance amidst the shadows, a cascade of vibrations that did not belong there within this space. He quickly turned to Esika, kneeling down as he did. "You ever heard of The Fastball Special?" He extended his arm out and tried to motion for her on how the maneuver operated, in case she was unfamiliar with it. |
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| -Korokage- | Dec 30 2011, 07:10 AM Post #113 |
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((So I disregarded my placeholder. Cramming lots of stuff in)) Ethaniel thanked the officer and looked the two slips of paper over. He handed the one with the foreign character to Javon, and deduced that the first was a riddle. While he would have been more confident with having the magus look the riddle over, Javon was well traveled and likely recognized the language. Besides, the sharkman needed something to get his brain in gear. He's been feeling abnormally sluggish mentally for a while and this might help where Sudoku puzzles piss him off. Seriously, that shit's impossible to do. Anyway, Who is like God? Thirty-six prophets sing praises unto Him. After considering what he and Javon walked in on, the "prophets" were likely the people that had been brainwashed. And the "praises" were...what? The end result of being inducted to a cult? Enslavement? Sacrifices? Thinking on what the "robber" said, he figured it was the last one. With that solved, he turned his attention to the first part. Who is like God? That sounded like a job for Google. He took another look at the riddle, and found it odd that the robber had written out the number 36 instead of just using short hand. "Who is like God? Thiry-six prophets sing their praises unto Him...." He looked at the paper he handed to Javon before looking back at the riddle. He presumed that the "Him" in the riddle would be solved when Javon figured out what the symbol meant. Looking around he noticed someone walking over, likely to inspect the bank to see why the police showed up. After asking for, and receiving, directions to a nearby internet cafe (that was coincidentally run by a pastor) he had Javon follow him. Thankfully it was right up the road. He analyzed the riddle some more, but decided that he'd wait until they actually got to the building before trying to work on it. And then they were there. "Alright, you work on that symbol thing, and I'll work on the riddle." He walked in, did whatever had to be done to get some work space and net access, grabbed a few sheets of paper and a pen and sat down. He was confident that he could figure out the riddle in time. Hearing Mark's voice echoing in his head was a little surprising. Not the actual telepathy, but the fact that Mark could even use it and the fact that he was implying that he had some kind of healing factor. Very rare for mutants to have multiple unrelated abilities, but for a metahuman.... Looking around the back of the ambulance for a moment. He was about to follow through with the suggestion when the ambulance began it's drive to the hospital. He leaned in, whispering to the young man. "That ship's sailed it seems. Sorry." He sat back up and looked over to the paramedic as he kept Mark from bleeding too much and did what he could to prep the young man for when he got to the OR. "How long till he's good to talk?" "We'll see after the doctor works on him." He nodded, keeping his eye on Mark as well, to see if he could help with anything if a problem emerged. They arrived not too long after, and Mark was rushed to the OR, leaving Jeff to wait around for his chance to talk to the kid. At the confirmation that everything was good to go, Marianne gave a smile. "Good. Now, I'll need a minute to get dressed. So if you don't mind~" Making sure that everything was in the box, she placed it in Emilyn's hands and got them out the door before closing the door to her bedroom and walking over to the closet and picking out a black tube top, a skirt, a pair of black shoes with 1" heels, and a thin long jacket. After she remembered that it's a good idea to wear underwear during public outings, she quickly got dressed, made sure her hair was in order, grabbed her purse and stepped out the door. Waving to the twins to make sure they followed, she lead them back down to the front door, and walked along the sidewalk to where a sleek 2011 camaro was parked between a white van and a station wagon. Marianne pulled out her keys and pressed the button that disengaged the alarm. The van beeped and flashed its lights. "There's enough room in the front for three people. Now, there's one rule and only one rule to follow while riding in my van. ANY pedo-mobile jokes result in you faces being smashed into fucking paste." She left that last bit with a morbid level of finality and helped the twins get in before buckling into the driver's seat and making her way down the road to the carnival. And then a few miles down the road she realized that she didn't lock the front door. Her reaction to this realization was cursing loudly. |
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| -Eternally Fallen- | Jan 4 2012, 10:48 AM Post #114 |
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((I'm hoping to wrap up the first day in my next post, though I can extend it if people need more time to finish things up.)) "Well..." Lynness began, disregarding the lunch on her desk. "I woke up today out in the middle of nowhere. I...I can't recall anything before that moment. I saw the city in the distance and started walking toward it, and before I knew what was happening, I found myself being attacked by someone! He hit me with this metal thing; it was so painful!" Her own memory of the event was a bit hazy, and the fact that she asked for food didn't even come up as she recalled the event; as a result, her own tears welled up as the events played out in her mind. "I was so frustrated that I attacked him. I used a piece of his own metal thing to stab him in the chest...The situation was frightening, but after I was finished, I felt better...Before he died, he asked me what my name was. I remember telling him...that my name was Lynness. When he died...I noticed a flash in his eyes, it was really bizarre." She paused for a moment, her own hand unsteady as she reached out and grasped her drink, bringing it to her mouth and taking a sip from the straw before continuing. "The next problem I remember was once I'd gotten into town." She conveniently left out the fact that her horns and wings had spontaneously pulled back into her body and then just the horns had burst forth again, leaving her in agonizing pain temporarily. "This gang of men attacked me in an alleyway. I told them to leave me alone, but it was clear that they wanted to hurt me. It was then that I discovered that black stuff, it just sort of appeared to save me. And then I used it to kill them so they couldn't kill me. Some other guy came in and tried to kill me too, but I disappeared from that place before he could. That's when I popped up in the mall." "I went to wash up, and some woman was really mean to me, so I sort of attacked her in the bathroom. After that I found this pretty dress in the store, but they tried to get rid of me for no reason. I just..lost control. I was so upset, and I didn't think about it. It was just so unfair!" A pulse of darkness flashed through the air around her, though it quickly dissipated. She shook with rage just recalling all of those things that had made her angry. "After everyone was dead, I...I ended up being really hurt, but somehow the injuries disappeared, and then I appeared near that Mark guy..." Even moving on, everything that'd filled her with rage was fresh in her mind again. A familiar but debilitating pain overtook her, and she slipped out of the chair, her own head slamming into the edge of the desk as she collapsed onto the floor. The throbbing in her skull was nothing compared to the tearing feeling she felt near her shoulder blades as the first digit-like extensions began poking their way through. It was almost too much to bear as her wings slowly and painful emerged, blood trickling from the widening wounds. Her fingers gripped tightly at her dress as, one by one, the wing extensions began to push through her skin, her wings forcing their way through her back and expanding in all of their immense size, the outermost extension brushing against the ceiling. The girl didn't move except for the uncontrolled shaking, ragged breaths sounding out from her position on the floor below. ¯\(°_o)/¯ "You ever heard of The Fastball Special?" Esika watched as Erik tried to use gestures to indicate what his plan was. From what she could gather, he was intending to throw her at Shadow from their position, giving her a chance to deliver a finishing blow before he could do anything to get rid of them. The gash in her back was still sending waves of pain through her body, but it was something she had to fight through. "Yeah, I think that could work. Can you really get me through to him doing this before he could react?" Esika questioned, unsure of how strong Erik actually was. His response was a nod, a confident grin on his face as he prepared. She climbed up on his arm, surprised enough that he could support her weight on one arm. Without much warning, she felt herself being propelled from Erik's arm, his swing enough to send her forward with startling speed. What surprised her more was the shell of energy that encased her as she flipped forward, her speed actually increasing. Holy shit, he really is strong. The vampiress thought to herself as she neared Shadow. The bubble of energy vanished just before she reached the dark fighter, and she completed one final flip, bringing her foot around from above. Shadow was clearly caught off guard; though a mass of purple energy was gathered around him, the speed of their attack left him without any time to defend, and her heel crashed into his skull, dropping him like a stone almost immediately. I think that did-- A sudden force rammed her from below, catapulting her into the side of the tent and leaving her to fall to the ground below, landing face down, her left arm the only thing keeping her skull from slamming into the ground. She couldn't see it, but the darkness of the tent receded, and the light from the outside world began pouring through the bottom and opening. She also couldn't see that Shadow was out cold, collapsed only five feet from her. "Did we get him?" Esika yelled out her questioned, a sharp pain in her side with every breath she took. A dark purple crystal jutted out from the left side of her rib cage, digging between her bones and poking into her lung. ¯\(°_o)/¯ Mark sighed as the pain in his side began to dull; he didn't know it, but the attending paramedic had injected a mild pain killer while he was sending out his message to Jeff. It was almost disappointing to hear that it might be impossible to do anything now. His own concentration began to waver, his attention switching from his own wounds to the girl that attacked him, and then toward the Carnival. No! He couldn't afford to lose it now. Snapping to once more, his eyes drifted back to the officer. "Look, I'm not what you'd call a normal human. Well, I guess that should have been obvious once I started talking to you like this..." The young man gave off a tired laugh mentally before continuing. "What I mean is that I'm a mage. I can harness my own energies to cast spells, and I just so happen to know one that would let me heal this, and heal it better than normal healing could accomplish at that. I know it might be asking alot, but can't you use your authority as an officer of the law to help me out?" His thoughts shifted back to the carnival, back to Micah. There were things that needed to be done, and he couldn't afford to waste his time sitting around in the hospital, letting the doctors piss around and fix him up in a less than satisfactory manner. "I can't really go into details, since it's quite impossible to talk about, but bad shit is going to be going down soon, and there aren't many people that could do anything about it. I need to get out of this ambulance and find somewhere private to mend myself, and the only way I can do that is if you'll help me. Come on, don't make me beg." ¯\(°_o)/¯ "Good. Now, I'll need a minute to get dressed. So if you don't mind~" Marianne remarked, shoving the box into Emilyn's arms and pushing the girls out of the room. With a sigh, Emilyn walked out into the living room, her younger twin following along at her heels. "You know..I REALLY hope that she puts on some underwear." The elder twin remarked with a shudder, the event of a moment ago burning in her vision. "That vagina flash is still stuck in my head..." She walked over to sit on the couch, sinking into the soft cushion, the box to her left side and her sister coming to sit to her right. "I really hope shark boy is worth all this. If it doesn't work out between you and him, you're getting slapped. That's all I'm going to say." "What?!" Madelyn questioned, surprised at her sister's attitude. "I already told you that I don't know how I feel, so how can you expect me to just up and try to get with him? I don't even understand how things not "working out" between us is cause enough for you to want to slap me..." The younger twin trailed off with a frown. Even if she was interested, she had no idea how he felt. "And honestly, I don't understand why you're so caught up on seeing her private parts. We're all girls in this building, so what's the big deal?" "Just wasn't something I really needed to see, you know. It's not like we're teens in high school showering after a game or something..." Emilyn remarked. It only took a few moments for Mary to get dressed. The black top and skirt were relatively normal looking; the girls didn't have any room to fault her while wearing tank tops of their own and short shorts. The inch-high heels might have been a little much, though. They followed her out of the building and onto the sidewalk. A very sexy 2011 Camaro was parked just outside of the building, and the twins lit up with awe and excitement. Holy shit, is that really her car?! Wow, she must be rich or something... And then the alarm on the van was disabled. Joy quickly replaced by mild disappointment, the girls climbed into the front of the van after Marianne, Madelyn taking the middle, accepting the box from her sister before the elder of the two slid in and closed the door. A smart alack remark came up in Emilyn's mind, but Marianne's warning about jokes related to the van was enough to keep the girl silenced, and the trio made their way to the carnival, silence invading the vehicle for the short amount of time it took to get them to their destination. As they parked and then hurried out, reaching the gate, the girls had Marianne's fee to get in waived, dragging her through the crowds toward the big tent. Outside of the back entrance, the stopped, turning back toward the woman. "Well, I can't say hasn't been the most insane day I've had in a while, but it was pretty fun, and we appreciate the help. Well, we gotta get going, so we'll see you later. And thanks!" Emilyn smiled before running off toward a small side tent to dress, leaving Marianne and Madelyn alone. "Here, I'll go ahead and give you these now, Mary..." the younger twin remarked, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a pair of tickets, offering them to Marianne. "The show in the big tent costs extra to see, but these tickets will get you into the guest seats in the front row. I hope you guys enjoy the show." Blushing slightly, the small young lady stepped forward and gave Marianne a hug before sprinting after her sister. Before she reached the entrance, she turned back to yell out one last thing before disappearing into he dressing room. "You guys can meet us back here after the show!" |
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| -Arem- | Jan 4 2012, 11:20 AM Post #115 |
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Viper had kept his distance, but he was going to be as close as he could. He was going to watch this interrogation, whether the bitch like it or not. While the police were less than hospitable with him, he showed the bad Siren had lent him, and demanded he would watch Siren's interrogation in the adjacent room through the one-way mirror. The officers grudgingly let him through. So, now he was here, on the other side of the glass, glaring through it at this demoness they called Lynness. He resisted the urge to pace in the room as the accompanying officers were nervous enough as it is. However, he was aware that his arm was thirsty. Soon enough, he might have to find some mob-shit to take out his frustrations on if he didn't get his prize, but now wasn't the time to think about that. He fumed as the girl tried to paint the kid's death to make it look like an accident; he didn't care about the others, but the kid, that pissed him off. Suddenly, Viper's senses went on alert. Something was changing. This Lynness was doing something, and when she collapsed on the floor and began to convulse, Viper's hand went to his gun. "Just one more, bitch. Give me one excuse to not blast through this window and put you down. I beg you." Viper snarled mentally. |
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| -Aroxys- | Jan 12 2012, 04:06 AM Post #116 |
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"Alright, I'll see what I can do about this one." The illusionist took the bit of card paper offered to him by the shark and took a good long look at it. After a minute or two it became readily apparent that he was either taking his sweet time or he really didn't know what he was doing. It was rather sad, but such is the fate of one who didn't really study Chinese at all aside from various tidbits about the earth-elemental lore. ...His job is to collect shiny gems for himself and the Department of Mineralogy, which doubles as his personal hobby. Of course he's not going to pay attention to unrelated subjects. Naturally this had come back to bite him in the ass, as so many things had done and will most likely do given enough time, but there was nothing to do about it but push forward anyway. Thus, he wound up showing off something very few Clock Tower mages bothered with, or had any knowledge of whatsoever: His knowledge of how to use a computer. Of course, he had to have a computer to use, which was something he didn't really have on hand at the time. Sure, it was an internet cafe and there seemed to be a lot of computers around for free usage, but the less pleasant part of his mind was urging him to pull a little mischief to get things done. Thus, he dropped an illusion of himself sitting there staring at the paper that only others would see while he moved off to look up what he needed to look up. With a bit of silent spellcasting (read, mystic eyes abuse via reflection), he had free use of some poor sap's slot until he chose to break the illusion himself. Thus, he started his search. Two caramel mochas, a piece of coffeecake, and a rubber chicken later... "I guess that's it then." The magus got up from his seat and resumed his previous one, casually dropping the widespread illusions he had placed on the entire cafe to cover up the fact that he had in fact swiped some guy's slot rather than use one of the free ones once he had settled down. "The first character can mean Cinnabar or Vermilion, and seems to be used primarily as a surname. The second one is a little odd, as it can mean freckle in a rather indirect manner, or bird. Since no one in their right mind would really want to be referred to as the Vermillion Freckle, I think we can safely assume that the latter character means 'bird.'" The illusionist finished off a pilfered cookie before continuing, apparently having been absorbed enough in his work that theft wasn't exactly bothering his conscience right now. "So we have Vermilion Bird, or Vermilion Swallow... Which sounds familiar but I can't quite..." That's when it hit him. "Ah, I think I get it. The Vermilion Bird is one of the four symbols of the Chinese constellations, but since I only bothered with earth-based myths before I had forgotten about it until now. Also known as the Zhuque, Suzaku, and Jujak..." It seems as though he continued his search a little more, this time without messing with people. |
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Jan 14 2012, 07:48 PM Post #117 |
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Success! The attack worked out nicely as Shadow had not expected it and was promptly knocked out, returning the world around them to normal. Erik pumped his fist into the air, as his features returned to their normal state, keeping an eye on Shadow to make sure he was down for the count. "Did we get him?" "We sure as hell di---" Erik turned to find his partner in crime, becoming wide eyed as he saw her collapsed on the floor with a nasty, sharp object piercing her body. He quickly ran to her, helping her up in a sitting position as he surveyed the damage. It was pretty bad, the crystaline object had lodged itself clean through her chest, but had not cleared through to the other side. He gripped the object lightly, using his enhanced sense of touch and tactility to get a feel for the object's length and width to better determine if it had damaged any organs. From what he deduced it was held firmly at bay by Esika's ribcage and had not pierced the lung yet. This could change with any excessive movement. "Hold VERY still, this is going to hurt like crazy." He slowly grasped the object, wrapping his fingers around it tightly and pulled at it. With his enhanced senses, he quickly, yet carefully pulled the object out of her body cleanly, not damaging anything else in the process. The wound was large though and needed to be sealed immediately. It was then that he realised that he had been gripping the stuffed animal toy he had won earlier the entire time. He quickly took it, bunched it up and pressed it tightly against the wound, bringing Esika's hand over it. "Keep putting pressure on it to stop the bleeding. It's pretty bad but it could be much worse, you're really lucky it didn't pierce your lung." He was sweating heavily, nervous about whether he had made sure to do everything right and not mess anything up. He had only started his first year of medicine and still did not have any practical training, but he remembered enough from his CPR and first aid course to be on top of a situation like this if ever it happened. The only difference between him and anyone else was that he was gifted with abilities that allowed him to alleviate the situation further. He quickly got up, turning towards the tent's opening as onlookers too scared to come in, yet curious enough to peep through gathered there. "SOMEONE CALL FOR AN AMBULANCE, WE'VE GOT AN INJURED PERSON HERE! AND GET THE POLICE TOO, THIS BASTARD'S GOING TO JAIL FOR THIS!" Several people from the crowd broke off, probably to do as he had asked. He glared down angrily at the crumpled heap that was Shadow, his fists balling up and his teeth gnashing. If anything aggravated Erik the most, it was petty people who did harm to others for whatever goals they had to achieve. He kicked the downed man once before turning back to Esika, kneeling down to face her. "You okay? Stay with me, focus on my voice, try not to lose conciousness until the paramedics get here." "I woke up today out in the middle of nowhere. I...I can't recall anything before that moment. I saw the city in the distance and started walking toward it, and before I knew what was happening, I found myself being attacked by someone! He hit me with this metal thing; it was so painful!" "It's quite normal for specials to suffer bouts of amnesia and blackouts when their abilities have manifested, but this is the first I've heard of something so...long term." Lynness went on to describe what had happened to her during the rest of the day and it was clear that she had been disoriented and confused. Whatever triggered her "awakening" had apparently wiped her memory clean, right down to some basic principles that every sentient being comes to understand throughout life. The only information she personally had about Lynness's activities was how the situation at the mall went down from witness accounts; Lynness had taken a dress without paying and when aprehended, she confusedly lashed out. It was very clear that she was either not from this world, or was severely traumatised by her newfound abilities. "Can you tell me more about the people who attacked you? The first one with the metal object and the group of men in the alle---JESUS!" The scene before her, while nothing surprising with all her time on the NASF was still both, amazing yet morbid at the same time. The girl began to convulse as a pair of wings literally errupted from her back, taking up the space within the entire room. Siren quickly slammed her hand down on the table to halt what she probably believed to be the automatic response of the officers in the other room to what looked like a dire situation. "Everything's fine here!" She looked back at the girl, moving towards her and helping her back up to the seat. She was shaking and breathing heavily, the mutation obviously taking a physical toll on her body. "Just relax, take long deep breaths. Think about a flowing river in the forest...you do know what a river is, right?" Siren tried to remember some of the things she heard on those relaxation aid tapes her mother enjoyed listening to on her weekends off to help relax the girl. If anything, she needed to keep her calm in case her natural responses to what her body perceived to be a threat reacted spontaneously. |
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| -Fenix- | Jan 31 2012, 08:10 PM Post #118 |
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"EVERYONE BACK OFF! I AM A DOCTOR!" Kyosuke shoved the crowd assembling near Erik and Esika. "I'm a doctor, I can help. Eric With A 'C' would've helped, but since he didn't graduate due to the fact that he was retconned back on that dumb island that ran on vegetable oil.......seriously, who uses that as a fuel source?" Oh, anyways, let me check you vitals." Kyosuke placed his hand gently on Esika's body, stroking all over her figure; he fondled and played with certain regions that brought a smile to his face, then stood up and called for an ambulance. "911 what's your emergency?" "Laura, is that you? Man what a coincidence!" Kyosuke placed his hand over the phone and mouthed to Erik the words "not really", then proceeded with the call. "Kyosuke? Is that you? You bastard! I've been waiting for you to call!" "Baby I wanted to, but I was too damn busy! I had to save the world from a falling island, then I had to save the world from a nightmare goon thing called Hydroxys, then I went to play some Super Smash Bros Brawl with Perpetually Falling In Something. Then I had to shield my eyes from Green Guy. Then I played Sly Cooper Collection with some dude called Where's My Kitsune. Then I said hi to Judge Dredd With A Moustache on Facebook. Then I bought a Three 'D''S'. Then I bought the Vita Cheese. Then I finished Xenoblade. Then I made a review about Halo Reach. I tell ya, it was a busy hour and a half-" Kyosuke then looked towards mid air, not minding that he was having a conversation with someone on the phone. "If you feel that you should have gotten a shoutout, please like, rate and comment below. Yeah and don't forget to subscribe either. If you don't do any of that, I'm gonna annoy the hell outta you with said annotations until you do. You have been warned!" Kyosuke then continued his phone call. "I understand honey. But please don't leave me hanging. I miss you. And more importantly, I miss-" "My 'L''D' I know. It misses your acidic meat grinder too. Anyways, we got a mugging situation here at the carnival. It appears a black dude stuck a knife in some chick sideways. And you know what that means! Get us an ambulance and a police car. And some Starbucks while you're at it." "Sure thing darling. And I'll come by as well to-" "Play Singles Two together? Ooooh, I love it when you talk dirty to me. I downloaded a patch and we can finally bang! This is amazing, he he he he he! Now hurry up, or you will not see the end of this day." "On it babe!" Kyosuke looked towards Erik and Esika as he shut his phone and placed it in his pocket where it belongs. "Thankfully I was conveniently placed near the tent. It's all in the script. Now Kody With A 'K' needs to continue this 'R''P' script on 'M''S''N' while getting rid of anyone who will get in the way of introducing five races in one post!" |
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| -Korokage- | Feb 1 2012, 04:55 AM Post #119 |
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((Well derp, MY BAD GUISE!)) Ethaniel nodded. "Sounds like you had better luck than I did." In the time that Javon had solved the mystery set before him, Ethaniel had piled vast stacks of papers scrawled with all manner of ways of figuring out the whole Thirty-Six thing. He took out yet another sheet of paper, set it down and wrote down what he had a good hunch was right. Thirty-Six Thirty Six 30 6 He took a moment to think. This is where he went on a wild tangent with trying to convert the numbers into letters. He added a line to this list, and after a moment added another. 306 3 6 He then compared this to the riddle. Who is like God? Thirty-six prophets sing praises unto Him. "Him," in this case, likely referred to this Vermillion Bird guy. He tumbled over mathematical equations in his head, to see if he could solve that part of the riddle. Little did the sharkman know, he had already solved that part of the riddle in full. It was fated that he would not see this until later however. Which then led him to say "fuck it" and warm up the computer and fire up Bing. He typed in "Who is like God?" After an instant (fuck yeah computers) he had a few results to flip through. Wikipedia didn't have precisely what he wanted, so he moved down the list until he saw a result that said Micah: Who is Like God? | Book of Micah | RayStedman.org. So that means that "Who is like God" wasn't a question, but rather a name. And that name is Micah. He clicked the link, and skimmed through the information. The Bible quotes where making him think of something that he had seen not even a second before for some reason. But what was it? He was distracted by a ringtone. He instantly recognized it as his. After all, who the hell else would have "I'M A SHARK, I'M A SHARK! SUCK MY DICK I'M A SHAAAARK!" as their ringtone? In retrospect, he honestly should have expected to be called while in public. He quickly pulled out his cellphone and answered it before he got anymore strange yet understanding looks. "Hello?" "I've dropped off the twins, just waiting for you to show up so you can decide if she'll be the first Mrs. Seacrown~" "If I did want to marry her, she'd...be the second." He choked up a little bit, a warm stinging in his eyes signaling that tears were forming. The feeling quickly passed, without a single drop shed. A sound of uncertainty came through the phone. "Oh...I'm sorry. I uh..." "Whatever, you didn't know right? So I just gotta show up in a few minutes before I miss the show." He rubbed his chin before scribbling the following on to the paper and folding it up. Micah 3 6 prophets sing praises unto Him "Heh, yeah. Now hurry up, or I'll take some more attractive man in with me~" He chuckled before saying his good byes and putting both the paper and the riddle in his pocket. He then looked at the mess he made. He felt a pat on the shoulder and looked over to see, who he presumed was, the owner. "Just log off, I'll take care of it. But could you change your ringtone next time please?" Another chuckle bubbled up from the back of his throat. "Thanks. And sure." He quickly logged off and motioned for Javon to follow. Soon they were outside, with the sun slowly making its way to the western half of the sky. "Ok, so far I have a name from the Bible, a three and a six and the rest of it. I'll see what I can figure out while we're at the carnival." Wait. Micah, three, six. Micah 3 6. Micah 3:6. Son of a bitch. "Scratch that, I have a Bible verse." He went back in and approached the owner. The owner took a good look at Ethaniel, went behind the desk and pulled out a Bible. He then handed it to the sharkman. "Young woman said you'd need that. Consider it on the house." He raised a brow. "Uh...thanks." Ok that was weird and suspiciously convenient. Not that he planned on complaining. He was back outside in short order, and called over a taxi. He looked to the driver, but then looked in the backseat. It was empty but he could have sworn.... "Where to chief?" "The carnival. You know where that's at?" "Matter of fact I do, just dropped off some creepy chick over there." Ethaniel hopped into the back, and asked Javon if he wanted to go to the carnival with him. In any case, they were soon on their way. Ethaniel was quickly flipping through the good book to try and find the verse specified by the riddle. He read it, and did not like the connotations that this meant. He showed the verse in question to Javon (assuming he was with him). The words of the verse bounced around in his head, giving grim confirmation as to what, precisely, was going to happen to those "prophets" in the riddle: Therefore night shall be unto you, that ye shall not have a vision; and it shall be dark unto you, that ye shall not divine; and the sun shall go down over the prophets, and the day shall be dark over them. A feeling erupted in his gut, and he suspected that telling what was going to happen to those people was not the only intent of the riddle. He contemplated in silence. After thanking Madelyn for the tickets, she called Ethaniel and now waited. She could hear an ambulance approaching, and briefly wondered if there was anything she could do while waiting. In the end, she decided to wait for the few minutes it would (hopefully) take for Ethaniel to show up. After a few minutes, she saw that familiar blue head of hair and ran over to him, and thrust one of the tickets into his hand. "The show starts in a few minutes and costs extra, but we get front row seats and we were invited backstage." She didn't think that Ethaniel looked too well, though he was probably just thinking really hard about something. She lightly touched his shoulder. "Yeah, I got it, let's see if we can head in now." He started walking towards the big tent. Marianne, more than a little concerned though not necessarily worried, followed him to the tent. Jeff looked from the young man to the paramedic and back. He gave it a little thought. "I can get you until we reach the hospital." He looked back at the paramedic. "Hey, I bet you have something else you need to do right? I'll keep pressure on the wound." The paramedic nodded and he and Jeff switched places. He kept pressure on Mark's wound. The paramedic himself was jotting down notes on a clip board, absorbed in his work. "If you're gonna do it, now's a good time to start." He wasn't sure how long magical healing was going to take. Hell, until just now he didn't even think there was such a thing as functional magic. So now here he was with some guy he just met half dead on the street that was about to say some hocus pocus and make himself all better. This is the last thing he expected on the job, and he's seen some weird shit. So, in the end, the student was still the student. Great. :This is a place holder for a mind raping divider: She stood there, on top of one of the tents. Unseen. Unheard. Subject: Erik Jacobs. Power ranking: B, class: Shapeshifter. Limited vulnerability. Rank A disruption in 53rd psychological layer and Rank A+ disruption in spiritual layers 33 through 40. Destiny String: 88. Priority: Medium. The sigil on the "covering" of her eye moved a single degree. Subject: Kyosuke Watanabe. Power ranking: C-, class: Telekinetic. Average vulnerability. Rank EX disruption in 302nd psychological layer. Destiny String: 0. Priority: non-existent. Special note: Aware of fourth wall. Both the eye and the sigil focused on the entrance to the large tent in the center of the carnival grounds. Honorary AoFs Ethaniel Seacrown (XXVII) and Marianne Isles. Infuriatingly lazy. Current duty status: temporarily suspended until further notice. The sigil moved to face the dressing room, and saw little of interest. It then moved to the tent itself. Well, not really the tent, but you get it. Subject: ???. Power ranking: ???, class: ???. Unknown vulnerability. Rank D disruption in 4th, 8th and 100th psychological layers. Destiny String: ???. Priority: Maximum. Multiple database errors, updating missing information based on aura reading. In an instant, the missing data was filled. Honestly, working with a restricted database was no way to operate. The current physical form was too restrictive, and would require modification. The form disintegrated, but the being was still there. Freed from physical constraints, it spread forth. Why it wanted to be here, personally watching when it could do so from its own space was rather strange. It was making sure everything got off without a hitch. But...what did it want to go perfectly? Certainly there was little to fret over in a carnival.... Edited by Korokage, Feb 2 2012, 11:01 PM.
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| -Eternally Fallen- | Feb 11 2012, 11:39 AM Post #120 |
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Esika felt herself being lifted up off the ground, pushed into a sitting position; the pain was enough that she unknowingly resisted being moved, though she relaxed as she was finally seated properly. She was pretty sure that Erik wouldn't risk moving her if he didn't have some idea what he was doing, and he told her to hold still, she nodded. Even with trying to brace herself, she couldn't suppress the urge to cry out as the crystallized shard was pulled from her side, her fingers clenching as the blade left her body. Taking a few moments to breath, she steadied herself before taking the bear Erik had won earlier, holding it against her wound as tightly as she could tolerate. "Well, as lucky as I might be, I definitely don't feel lucky." Esika joked, beginning to laugh but stopping herself short as pain began to shoot through her ribcage. Even with her eyes closed, she could hear Erik kick Shadow, the fallen man grunting as the kick met him in the midsection, close enough to his previous injuries do cause them to ache as well. The manipulator rolled over, but otherwise did not move, and was hardly responsive even as the police came in and cuffed him. Even having an idea of Shadow's purpose in doing what he did, she couldn't help but feel relieved once he was fully out of sight. The guy had always creeped her out, and being away from him really helped her to calm down. He would only stay captive as long as he wanted to, though... "You okay? Stay with me, focus on my voice, try not to lose consciousness until the paramedics get here." "Oh come on, you're worrying too much." Esika said with a slight chuckle, failing to notice that her own tone of voice was lightening up. "I probably don't look it, but I'm a pretty tough girl. I mean, together we managed to kick that guy's ass. Surely you don't think a...a little flesh wound would stop me...right? Her own grip on the stuffed bear weakened, the pressure necessary to slow the bleeding disappearing fast. "So hey, I think I really need to get some rest...can you keep an eye on me? Make sure I'm well taken care of? I'd...I'd really appreciate that...." As she finished speaking, the bear fell from her hand, the bloodied prize lying on the floor of the tent. The paramedics were yelling at people to make way for them to get through, and after a few seconds of fighting with the crowd they finally made it into the tent. "Okay, bring in the stretcher! We've got a deep puncture wound here!" The older-looking man stepped forward, kneeling next to Erik and Esika to examine the wound. "This certainly doesn't look good..." He remarked, a troubled look on his face as he regarded the wound in the girl's chest. As the stretcher was wheeled in, the team of paramedics lifted her up and onto it. "Are you with her?" He questioned as they began wheeling her toward the nearby ambulance, the first paramedic keeping pressure on the wound as they went. ¯\(°_o)/¯ "Picturing that...is making me feel nauseous." Lynness responded slowly, the uncontrolled convulsions finally beginning to die down. "I busted my head as I was falling...I'm feeling really dizzy." She slowly pushed herself onto her side, her hand lazily moving to touch at her forehead. She found the point where her skull had met the edge of the desk, feeling a rather large knot at that point. Frowning, she allowed her hand to fall away, turning to look at Siren. "Yep, I really did a number on myself just falling out of the chair. Still nothing like these things popping out violently, but it still hurts." Unlike the last time they burst forth, Lynness found that the wings didn't immediately disappear, but instead remained exposed. Also unlike last time, she found herself able to control them to an extent; with a brief period of intense concentration, she was able to get her wings to fold up against her back, the extra appendages no longer filling the room from floor to ceiling. Trying to give a reassuring smile to the officer, she pushed herself up slowly, settling back into her seat, rubbing her forehead. "That was definitely no fun. The second time it's happened, too, and it wasn't any more pleasant than the first time. But I guess that's natural..." After a few moments to make sure she'd be alright, she finally decided to grab one of the chili dogs in the back, taking a small bite before smiling. "You were right, these are pretty good. Anyways...you wanted to know about the ones that attacked me?" She had quieted quite a bit after hitting the ground, and though her head was still pounding she did her best to recall more details regarding her day. "Well...the first person had this metal frame that had two round pieces on it." Finding a notebook and a pen on the table, she set down her own food and pulled the tablet over. Working for a few minutes, she did her best to reproduce what she remembered, the rough sketch of the bike taking shape. Once she was content that it was as close as she could get it, she pushed it back toward the lady. "He hit me with it from behind, and it was really painful. He tried to act sorry...but I didn't believe him." But if I was wrong about the one guy...then what if he really was sorry? Lynness wondered. She didn't dwell on it too long, though. "As far as the guys in the alleyway are concerned, there were three of them. Two of them grabbed me, and the third was going to stab me when I discovered my powers. I didn't want to let them hurt me, so I made sure they wouldn't be able to do anything to me again." The pain in her head had begun to subside, but she was still feeling weakened after what had happened. "Is there any chance that you have somewhere I can lay down? I'd like to rest a bit, if that's alright with you." ¯\(°_o)/¯ "Thanks man." Mark whispered, using his physical voice now that the paramedic had gone up to the front. He needed to make sure to stabilize himself before his vitals could get any worse; there was no way the poor worker would sit up front if his condition worsened anymore than it already had. "You really have no idea how much help you're being right now. Anyways...go ahead and take your hand off of the wound, and remove anything covering it for me." The young man waited while the officer did as he was requested, then moved his own hand over the wound. Focusing on the area, he managed to get the blood to stop flowing from the wound, and then began sealing it up. While he didn't have it in him in the moment to do the job completely, he could make sure that he'd be good to go for a little while. A somewhat intense heat emanated from the wound as it began to seal up, the bleeding slowed a great deal. Satisfied that he'd stopped it enough to move about safely, he used a little more of his energy to restore some of the lost blood. The results showed pretty clearly through the monitoring equipment; his own heart rate stabilized, and his lowered blood pressure moved back up toward a more normal figure. Sighing, he pushed himself upright. He quickly worked to bandage and wrap the wound, sweating as he did so. "Well, it's certainly a really rough job, but it should hold up until I can go more in depth with it later. Anyways, I really appreciate the assistance." Moving forward, he opened the back door to the ambulance. "I'm jumping ship next time we come to a stop; shouldn't be long going through the city." What he didn't realize for the next few moments as he held the door barely opened was that the ambulance would likely have traffic parting in front of it, and so wouldn't stop again; that revelation made him chuckle to himself. "Well, actually, guess I just tuck and roll and hope I don't rip my wounds back open..." Waiting until the ambulance slowed to take a corner, he pushed the door out, leaping out toward the pavement below. Once he hit the ground, he tumbled into a short roll before coming to a stop. He heard plenty of car horns blaring, though he paid them little attention as he pushed off the ground, hurrying over to the nearby sidewalk. It wasn't until he reached the raised walkway that he realized Jeff had taken a tumble from the Ambulance himself and had tailed him over to the concrete. "Ah, guess you don't like the doctor either. Or you didn't wanna have to explain why I was missing, which is totally understandable." He gave a cool smirk. "Nah, I just don't like needles. But seriously, I can't let you run off after you lost all that blood." Mark couldn't help but grin. "Yeah, needles are pretty disgusting. So if you're gonna tail me to make sure I'll be okay or whatever, I guess we need to get out of plain sight. Doesn't look like I'm attracting the good kind of attention after what I just pulled." "Looks like it." Mark motioned for the officer to follow him as he entered a nearby alleyway, making his way deeper in until he found a turnoff into a dead-end. Moving down it, he finally stopped. Pulling off his shirt, he allowed himself a brief chance to touch the wound as it was now. It had gone clean through from front to back, tearing up his lightly defined musculature and everything in between. No, he really needed to take care of it shortly; there was no telling how unstable it was now, and it would be risky to allow it to sit as is for any real length of time. But first... "Well, the bad news is that it looks like a did a shit job patching myself up." Mark began with a laugh, pulling his cell phone from his jeans pocket. "The good news is that right after I make a quick phone call or two, I'm going to reopen the wound so that I can patch things up properly. Now, if you'll excuse me for just a moment..." The magician flipped open his own cell, making his way through his contacts until he came across the number he wanted. Tapping the dial button, he waited for a moment as the cell rang, and after a few rings he heard it go through. Good, Esika was around to talk to. "Hey Esika, it's Mark. Look, I'm not sure how busy you are, but I really could use a ride sometime soon. Micah really got to me, and I needed to get out for a while, but I ended up getting injured while in the city, and had to bail on an ambulance. Now I've got a cop with me making sure I'm not gonna bleed out. You think you can come pick me up in a bit?" ¯\(°_o)/¯ A little time skip later... ¯\(°_o)/¯ That was too close. Hurrying to put room between herself and Emilyn, Madelyn took a step back, narrowly avoiding a vertical jet of blue flames. She could feel beads of sweat roll down her face as the intense heat washed over her before dripping down to the floor below. Her brown-haired assailant left her with no time to recover, however; before she had a chance to get her bearings, another burst of fire, this one a horizontal wave, was sent through the air in her direction. With so little time to react, she found herself dropping to the floor, barely dodging the attack. It was obvious she couldn't just continue to avoid her opponent's attacks if she wanted to come out on top. "Awe, are you afraid to fight back?" her foe taunted, a malicious grin on her face. Stepping back to put more room between them, the enemy brought her arms back before swinging her hands around, unleashing an immense blast of flame. The hellish inferno pulsed through the air with frightening speed, quickly closing the gap between the girls. Taking a solid stance, Madelyn lifted her hand swiftly into the air from hip level, bringing forth a blade-like swath of white flames, cleanly cleaving in two the massive blast that was meant to strike her. "I don't plan on letting you win." Madelyn remarked, a determined look in her eyes as she locked gazes with her opponent. "If you won't back down, the only choice I have is to crush you." "I was hoping you'd decide to play." The girl remarked. Madelyn decided to go on the offensive, flinging a spear of heat and light at her opponent with great accuracy. The other pyromancer easily swatted the small attack away with a gout of fire, before sending an infernal wave toward her target. Madelyn threw herself into the air, using a blast of white fire to propel herself skyward. Wearing a grin not unlike the one her target had taken on moments before, she sent a massive fireball earthward. Her enemy was clearly surprised, using a small explosion to throw herself out of the way. She began to rise, blue fire gathering in her hands, but as quickly as she arose she found herself back on the ground, knocked down by an unexpected kick from Madelyn. She wouldn't get the chance to rise again; Madelyn took swift action, bringing a ball of flame around in her hand and halting just above her neck. "You lose." Madelyn said, a triumphant grin on her face. "It certainly appears so." The other girl said, brushing her hair out of her face. "You think we gave 'em a good show?" "Definitely." Smiling cheerful, Madelyn offered and hand, helping her sister Emilyn to her feet before the lights kicked back on. A thunderous applause broke out throughout the big tent, and the twins began bowing elegantly, sweat-drenched light brown hair falling about their faces in thick clumps. As they stood back up, Micah made his way onto the stage, microphone in hand. Before he had a chance to speak up, Madelyn managed to spot Ethaniel in the front row, giving him a cheerful smile and a wave. "Well girls," he began in a cheerful voice, looking between the two of them, "that was certainly some performance. Would you like to say a few words?" He held the microphone out to the girls; Emilyn reached out, taking it from the ringmaster. "Yeah. We'd like to thank Marianne for providing us with our outfits for this performance. We meant to find some at the mall, but they were closed off. We were sure we wouldn't be able to get it taken care of, but she really pulled through and found something for us." "Thank you Marianne!" Madelyn called out into the mic before they handed it back to Micah. "I guess we all need a helping hand sometimes. This Marianne must have excellent taste in clothing, wouldn't you say fellas?" Large sections of the seated crowd cheered and whistled enthusiastically. "Looks like I'm not the only one that thinks so. Now that our big act for the evening has been concluded, I'd like to share something with all of you." As he concluded his words, the lights dimmed once more. The twins glanced at one another before lifting their hands, their outstretched appendages bathed in flame. "This isn't an ordinary carnival; everyone that works here, from the performers to the laborers, are all gifted with unique abilities. This wasn't a show put on using special effects. Rather, these two girls here have the ability to generate and manipulate searing hot flames with nothing more than their own natural bodies. While they might be among the flashier of the performers, do not doubt that every helping hand in this show is gifted in some way or another. We put on this show to spread acceptance of our kind among the general population; while it would be easy to fear those like us, we hope to have shown you that we are all just human, and that we can coexist despite our differences." Micah stopped for the moment, stepping off the stage and allowing the crowd a period of time with which to consider his words. "We would like to thank everyone who came out and supported this carnival on this incredible evening, and we hope you have enjoyed the show. And with that, I bid you good evening." At the end of his speech, the girls allowed themselves to be overtaken by the fire that had wreathed their outstretched hands, their own outfits being incinerated by the near-blinding flash of heat and light. Just before the twin infernos were extinguished, the girls were left standing exposed to the crowds, their own clothing burned away. As the fires went out, darkness consumed the tent for a moment. When the lights were finally turned back on, the girls were no longer standing on the stage; only Micah remained just before the platform, standing by patiently as people began making their way out, some walking up with questions of their own. Meanwhile, the twins had taken the opportunity to slip out using the darkness, making their way back to the changing tent and putting on the clothes they'd worn early. After drying and brushing their hair, they made their way to the back of the big tent, finding Ethaniel and Marianne waiting for them. "So, what did you think of the show?" Madelyn asked, blushing slightly; it suddenly occurred to her that Ethaniel had an opportunity to see her naked at the conclusion of the show, something she didn't usually give much thought. Her blush only deepened slightly as she awaited a response. ((Okay, so my last post will definitely be the last for day one, so anyone that needs to, please wrap things up for the first day. And sorry for the posting delay yet again... OH, AND SEECO. I was assuming you answered the phone in Mark's section of the post. Wanted to check with you before doing it, but I just went ahead and posted it now so that it would be up.)) |
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