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| -Aroxys- | Feb 12 2012, 03:17 AM Post #121 |
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"It's not like it was that big a dea-" began the illusionist, though he kinda stopped when he saw that his partner had created a stack of waste paper that was roughly the size of a family sedan in size. He wasn't quite sure what to say about something like that, nor did he quite understand how he had managed to not bury a person or two under all that wood pulp, thus he settled for staying cut short. This was a mystery of the universe as far as he was concerned. Further complicating this imposed silence was the fact that Ethaniel's ringtone consisted of one of the odder voice clips he had ever heard, making the scenario much more awkward than it really needed to. Once again he chose not to comment on that and instead set about getting his stuff together as the shark man was getting ready to get up and leave. After all, there might be a use for that rubber chicken somewhere down the road. Maybe after enhancing it magically with some cloaking... Leave it around where people can slip on it and watch the shenanigans unfold perhaps? Thinking about that chicken was the preferable option to thinking about the current scenario until it cleared up a bit. Once that was sorted out, he decided to go with his partner to the carnival since there wasn't a whole lot for him to do in the city at this point, and even skipped out on cloaking so he could continue to talk to the shark man. He wasn't too sure if his presence would increase the taxi cost or not, but eh, it wasn't his dime that was being spent. He also contemplated what the words meant when his partner showed them to him, and formed his own conclusion from it. Odds were good it was going to be similar to what said partner came up with, but he might not have the whole story. Still, this wasn't exactly something to talk about in a taxi where they could be overheard. Better to leave the discussion for when they could be ensured some privacy. ...Of course, he could just throw up a sound barrier, but that might raise questions. ... Later on, he had taken the time to vanish on the spot somewhere after they got out of the taxi but before they got into the carnival proper. It seems that Marianne had acquired a couple of tickets for the show and what amounted to backstage passes, and while the illusionist might have gone through the more complex process of faking a ticket, it was simpler and less time-consuming just to vanish and follow along until there was a good point at which to drop the cloak. It could be that he was lazy, but this was a rather convoluted definition that he didn't really feel like thinking about all that much. He knew it worked, and he wanted to leave it at that. So of course he tagged along with Ethaniel for the backstage part, making sure that he was well out of the way so as to not startle anyone. |
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Feb 12 2012, 12:36 PM Post #122 |
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After witnessing Kyosuke's bizarre and convoluted exchange, then swatting him away when he attempted to move Esika's body, the paramedics finally arrived, carrying a stretcher with them. They carefully lifted the unconcious girl off the ground and onto it before wheeling her to the ambulance. "Are you with her?" Erik felt a little awkward at the question; he did not really have a right to say he was with her, he barely knew the girl and was not sure how comfortable he felt accompanying her like a relative or a good friend. After a few, short moments of thinking about it, he decided that no matter what, she probably needed someone by her side right now and, if anything, he could be useful in the event the doctors, or even the police started asking questions. "Ye-yeah, I'm with her." The paramedic nodded as Erik hopped in the back with him, nodding to Kyosuke as the other man closed the doors behind them. The ambulance took off, heading towards the nearest hospital, which if Erik recalled correctly, was Jackson Memorial Hospital. He watched over the unconcious Esika, mentally berating himself for not doing a better job of protecting her during the fight. Some hero you turned out to be. Should've just gone full beast on him and tore him appart instead of making the fight go on for as long as it did. Before he could mull over it any further, a buzzing sound accompanied by a ringtone sounded from Esika's pocket, snapping him to attention. The paramedic was busy monitoring her vitals and looked at him as if he was expecting him to answer the phone. Erik did not have time to think, if a real friend or family member was on the other end of the phone, then they were more qualified to be here with her and had a right to know she was in trouble. He reached into her pocket, blushing a little as he fumbled around before finding it. He quickly pressed the receive button and, before he could even respond, the person on the other end began speaking hurriedly. "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?" Erik did not respond immediately, the thoughts forming in his mind as it processed all the information he had just received. The conversation he had inadvertently eavesdropped on earlier came to mind when he recognised the voice on the other end and the words he had picked up began hovering over head, like some dark, ominous cloud. He remembered the name "Micah" from that very same conversation. His grip on the phone tightened before he responded in as professional manner as he could muster given the circumstances. "Hello...Mark, this is Erik Jacobs, an acquaintance of Esika's. Esika was injured at the carnival and she's being transported to Jackson Memorial, so you can come see her there. The ambulance should arrive in a few minutes, but she'll need to be prepped for surgery, she took a nasty puncture wound to the chest, but I think she's gonna be okay." Siren watched the display as the girl slowly began to overcome what appeared to be excruciating pain and having more control over the new appendages that had just sprouted from her back. In due time, it seemed that things were under control again as the wings folded against her back and she retook her seat, taking a bite out of one of the chili dogs before relaxing once more. She began to detail the events that transpired, drawing up a picture of the object her first attacker had used against her. Siren's eyes widened a little when she saw what Lynness had drawn. "This...is a bicycle. It's a mode of transport...not a weapon. There's a high chance this person accidentally crashed into you while riding their bike." She sighed, afraid of what this implied for the girl. It was obvious that a lot of the world around her was alien to her, but with the way things were looking, she would be put on trial for multiple charges of manslaughter and, judging by how she has reacted thus far, this could very well break her. There was nothing much Siren could do, she did not make the laws, only enforced them and they had no way to exempt extraterestials or extraplanar beings for having no understanding of their laws. Even if she had the best lawyers money could buy, she would still have to serve some kind of sentence. Siren got up, moving some of the unoccupied chairs around to make a makeshift bed. "There you go, just try to relax. I need to head out for a bit so just rest here until I come back, okay?" She smiled before heading for the door and walking out into the corridor. She made her way into the adjacent room, confronting Viper. "Can you come with me to my office? We need to talk about this rationally." She turned heel and stepped out of the observation room, meandering around the corridors until they came to her office, identifiable by her name stenciled onto the door. She unlocked the door, stepping to one side to allow Viper to walk in before closing it behind her. She took a seat behind her desk and motioned for him to do the same. "This girl is clearly distraught and clearly not from the same crop of people either of us are. I can't be sure if she's a demon or not, she doesn't look like anything I've ever seen before and trust me, I've had my fair share of demons to last me a lifetime. Regardless of whether she is or not, she clearly has no basic comprehension of some of the simple things we all know and understand growing up. Either she just got here, or there's more to this than meets the eye, maybe a severe case of amnesia, considering she doesn't even seem to know who she is herself." She stretched her arms back, her joints cracking as she did before resuming her previous posture. "Look, I really have no clue how we're supposed to handle this situation. What she did was wrong, yes, but it was obviously out of instinct or reflex and not out of malice or intent to kill. You just saw yourself how little grasp she has over her own body, so it's not really that much of a stretch." |
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| -Arem- | Feb 12 2012, 01:37 PM Post #123 |
Fabulous Homosexual
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Viper watched everything unfold in the room, ready to burst through the window at a moment's noticed. However, he was disappointed when this Lynness finally calmed down. He relaxed but his eyes did not leave the demon's head. She was beginning to evolve, an awakening of her powers, this he noticed. Demons were dangerous when that happened, no matter what kind. Their demonic powers often had a mind of their own, and served only one purpose: kill, kill and kill some more. Viper could identify with that kind of power; his own power required to kill to keep himself alive. His choice of kills was what differentiated him from demons: he'd kill if he was paid to or if it needed to be done. Of course, he killed because assholes annoyed him, but that was beside the point, he told himself. Demons killed for the sake of killing, and nothing else. He seethed as he heard the bullshit Lynness spewed about the kid and his bicycle. Two minutes; that's all he needed with this bitch. Just two minutes to make her relive that pain. In due process, Siren got up, rearraging the chairs to make a makeshift bed for Lynness. Viper was disgusted at this display of coddling, but didn't have much time to think about it. He knew what was coming up; even a sand puppy could tell. Siren opened the door to the observation room and said, "Can you come with me to my office? We need to talk about this rationally." Viper's venom-yellow eyes narrowed slightly at the question, but he briskly complied. No need to say anything; his body language spoke volumes about his abhorrence at what he has been witnessing. He followed Siren quietly through the maze of hallways until they came to her private office, as indicated by her name painted on the glass of the door. Upon entering, Siren took a seat opposite Viper, who was content to lean against the wall. "This girl is clearly distraught and clearly not from the same crop of people either of us are. I can't be sure if she's a demon or not, she doesn't look like anything I've ever seen before and trust me, I've had my fair share of demons to last me a lifetime. Regardless of whether she is or not, she clearly has no basic comprehension of some of the simple things we all know and understand growing up. Either she just got here, or there's more to this than meets the eye, maybe a severe case of amnesia, considering she doesn't even seem to know who she is herself." Viper snorted at that. "Kill some more of the horde before you call yourself an expert on the forms demons can take, detective." Viper practically spat the last word. "Sulfurous blood and dark powers leave some pretty obvious clues, not to mention the fact she got dragon wings now. And to be perfectly honest, I don't give a shit about the fact she's a demon. She could be a fucking LGM from Jupiter's second moon that shits Mentos for all I care. Her being a demon just makes the job easier. And do you really give a shit about whether she knew if it was wrong or not? Last time I checked, demons weren't big on morality. And God forbid using the 'I don't remember a fucking thing' shit. If I had a dollar for every time I heard that, I could hire myself for hunts in addition to three other mercs." Siren stretched some as she heard Viper's rebuttals. Scowling some, she returned to her normal stance. "Look, I really have no clue how we're supposed to handle this situation. What she did was wrong, yes, but it was obviously out of instinct or reflex and not out of malice or intent to kill. You just saw yourself how little grasp she has over her own body, so it's not really that much of a stretch." Viper made a face like he was about to state the obvious. "It's quite simple: she's a mad dog. Ever bawled at Old Yeller? You shoot mad dogs because they're too dangerous to be left alive. Mad dogs don't have intent or malice; they simply bite and rip apart. That's their instinct because their brains are mush. I don't see what's so special about this particular breed." Viper then stood up and slammed his hands against the desk, shaking it some. "Now answer me this: you realize what kind of trap you put yourself in? You and I both know that you can't just let her go because she killed dozens, a large majority of them innocents, if you will. Release her knowing that, and you'd be a complete fool. However, attempt to jail her and you'd set her off to kill some more. You can't put her in a courtroom filled with idiots who will either pity her stupidly or want to kill her themselves when they see the kid impaled on his own bicycle." Viper's tone began to darken. "Need I continue?" Edited by Arem, Feb 12 2012, 01:47 PM.
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Feb 12 2012, 02:34 PM Post #124 |
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"No, but you need to calm the fuck down before I deck your ass and redecorate the floor with your crumpled body, you got that, felon?" She crossed her arms, her face showing obvious signs of irritation with this man's brash and animalistic attitude, which was obviously what got him in so much trouble in the first place. Reasoning with him is going to be very difficult, but it is as plain as day that he was flustered about this because he was well intentioned. "You found traces of sulfur, but the girl hasn't bled any of it. In fact, you just saw, right before your eyes, normal, HUMAN blood when she sprouted those wings. I think you need to reserve passing judgement on something before collecting all the facts, Mr. Expert. On that note, condemning an entire race of people because of the handfuls of experiences you've had with them? Do you even know anything about demonic culture or are you just going by what Father Jedediah crammed down your throat when you were still in diapers? Maybe it's time you got off your high horse and looked at things a little more objectively before jumping to conclusions." "It's quite simple: she's a mad dog. Ever bawled at Old Yeller? You shoot mad dogs because they're too dangerous to be left alive. Mad dogs don't have intent or malice; they simply bite and rip apart. That's their instinct because their brains are mush. I don't see what's so special about this particular breed." "Oh, so now they're animals, and suddenly, you're a vetrenarian! You do realise how old that movie is and how far back it's set, right? You do realise that, even if that WAS the case, we've come a long way since then...or is euthanasia your solution to everything? Is there a reason why you can't think outside of a vicious cycle of violence, or would I be invading your personal space if I intruded on your code of conduct? Because it sounds to me like your head's in the right place, but you've got absolutely jack shit when it comes to discipline or action." She got up from her seat and began to pace. This was basic psychology, she was going along with the ride and communicating with him on his level until he had calmed down enough to rationalise the entire situation. Not a lot of people saw the big picture, but it was easy enough to guide them to do so. This was probably Jeff's department, but she had to make do with what she knew for as long as she could handle coping with this man. "Now answer me this: you realize what kind of trap you put yourself in? You and I both know that you can't just let her go because she killed dozens, a large majority of them innocents, if you will. Release her knowing that, and you'd be a complete fool. However, attempt to jail her and you'd set her off to kill some more. You can't put her in a courtroom filled with idiots who will either pity her stupidly or want to kill her themselves when they see the kid impaled on his own bicycle. Need I continue?" She frowned and turned to face him, arms still crossed as her brow furrowed. "No, I have absolutely no intention of releasing her, plus I'm pretty sure she doesn't even have anywhere to go. She did break the law and she will have to be tried for what she did. That, however, doesn't mean we treat her like a caged animal, considering the given situation. There's no reason why she can't be educated and nurtured into a more balanced human being. You of all people should understand this; I may not know the whole story, but I've read what information I can get my hands on and I know you've been through enough to make you into the fine, upstanding jackass you are today." She sighed, putting her right hand to her forehead. "It'd do you good to show a bit of compassion you know, maybe you'll find people will start agreeing with you more." There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, as Mark was undoubtetly surprise to find an completely alien voice answer the phone. He had probably felt a little embarassed blurting out what he did without bothering to wait for a response from Esika first and he said as much when he finally spoke up. "...ah shit, I didn't expect anyone else to pick up her phone. Otherwise I wouldn't have just started going on like that. So what exactly happened to her?" Erik sighed, recalling the events from only a few moments ago. He was not sure he could just talk about all the details over the phone, especially not with how suspicious he was of everything that was seemingly transpiring all around him. If anything, he wanted a few words with this Mark character himself and it only made sense for him to hold off talking about what happened to give him more incentive to make an appearance at the hospital. "It's a long story...let's just say some asshole had a bone to pick and got what was coming to him. I could fill you in at the hospital." "I see...Well, I don't know that a taxi would want to be driving me around in the state I'm in now. You already know I'm banged up, so let me see about mending myself, and I'll find my way over as soon as I can." Erik nodded in agreement, not sure what he meant by mending himself, but he had to assume he would be true to his word and show up when he did. "Fair enough, I guess I'll see you there." "Yep. See ya." The line clicked and Erik hung up, pocketing the phone himself, right next to his own. The ambulance grinded to a halt, finally arriving at it's target destination, before the paramedics scrambled to get Esika to the emergency ward. Erik followed quickly, providing any information he could when the physicians and nurses inquired. He gave them exact details on the injury and the object he had removed earlier with care, surprising them a little with his knowledge on the matter. 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| -Arem- | Feb 13 2012, 11:59 AM Post #125 |
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(OOC: So sue us. Some of us can't continue until the crucial person posts. Speaking of...) --Until I come up with a better divider, or if I ever need one, this will have to do-- Siren got up from her seat and began to pace, and Viper watched her do so. Viper couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking, after hearing all that bullshit about demonic culture and his sense of absolutism. Viper merely rolled his eyes at hearing it. Pointing out the fact that rabid dogs were put down even today was far too obvious for him. As he listened, he began to notice a trend in the direction Siren seemed to want to go. Were they really still talking about Lynness? What the fuck was she playing at? She was up to something, and somehow Lynness was now just a side issue. "No, I have absolutely no intention of releasing her, plus I'm pretty sure she doesn't even have anywhere to go. She did break the law and she will have to be tried for what she did. That, however, doesn't mean we treat her like a caged animal, considering the given situation. There's no reason why she can't be educated and nurtured into a more balanced human being. You of all people should understand this; I may not know the whole story, but I've read what information I can get my hands on and I know you've been through enough to make you into the fine, upstanding jackass you are today." Viper's eyes narrowed at hearing that. "Don't pretend to know what you are talking about, or meddle into things that do not concern you. Now weren't we talking about the demon bitch, or did I miss the memo?" Edited by Arem, Feb 13 2012, 12:00 PM.
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| -Korokage- | Feb 14 2012, 08:07 AM Post #126 |
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There, in the front row, sat Ethaniel and Marianne. The tent was somewhat humid, somewhat from the mass of people sitting closely together, mostly from the young twins tossing fire around. Ethaniel's eyes fixed their blue gaze on the performance before them, the lithe flexible bodies moving in an oscillating tango of action and reaction. This wasn't a mock battle, it was poetry in motion. Flames arcing, curving and bursting in a transcription of life into motion. And there, orchestrating it all, was Madelyn and Emilyn. For Marianne two absurdly young looking women in lingerie was fap material, even if the fire made it a really nice show. She was not ashamed of this, but had the decency to not reach under her clothing and masturbate. And then, it was over. A little too soon in the sharkman's opinion, but it was merely that: an opinion. The ringmaster stepped up and began the closing of the show. Marianne blushed a little at the shout out, and gave a sheepish smile. Though, when the topic moved to the clothing itself, instead of being tempted into joining the clamor of cat calls he felt like knocking a few teeth out of the other men. He didn't know why. Some little piece of something, some allele dedicated to territoriality or some vestigial remain of gentlemanly behavior told him to make those people shut the hell up. He let that pass over and the ringleader did his thing, hardly seeming surprised at the revelation of the carnival being run by differently powered individuals. Seemed to be the modus operandi of this world to have someone hopped up on power. However, he couldn't deny that seeing the dancing flames on the twins was almost as interesting as their choice in clothing. And then said clothing was engulfed in flames and burned away, leaving the twins fully exposed for a full second. That one second felt like it stretched into eternity in the confines of Ethaniel's mind. He could... he could see them. While it was obvious that a man that's lived as long as he has would have seen more naked women in merely 500 years than most porn film directors would see in 1000 lifetimes, this was a highly unexpected situation. It didn't help that the twins didn't look like twenty somethings. Basically, Ethaniel was embarrassed. Not because two women were naked, but because it was a situation he wouldn't expect to see naked women. And then darkness fell, a saving grace placed squarely in his court. "Whew, that was a good show.... Are you...blushing?!" She was grinning. "Stuff it." His face was red and warm and he wanted to leave. Hopefully he'd be able to face the twins with his usual coolness. No, that wasn't a concern. After all, he's seen and had enough pussy to make other men seem homosexual in comparison. There wouldn't be anyway for him to loose his cool because of a couple of women that could pose as teenagers. "Let's go cash in on our backstage passes." Still... this was hardly the type of embarrassment that you laugh about and then get over it. "No problem, Casanova~" "Stuff it." While he could hear everyone's steps on the bleachers, he could only really focus on his. He fumbled a bit, looking for a way to the back. He found it in short order, and waited for the twins with Marianne. They arrived in short order, and Madelyn asked for their opinion. He could see her blush, and knew precisely what she was thinking about. "I liked it. I'd definitely pay to see it twice." Marianne smiled broadly. "For once our opinions are perfectly synchronized. And thanks for the shout out, by the way." She suddenly pressed up against Ethaniel's side. "So what did YOU think of that tasty peek we got before the curtain call~?" He had a hunch as to what she thought of it. Honestly, he didn't want to respond but... Madelyn would probably want his opinion, and it'd hurt him to hurt her. A light red tinge appeared on his cheeks and he looked away. "It was... unexpected. Not like I haven't seen that before but still...." He wanted to kick himself for bringing up even the slightest notion of his previous conquests. Mostly because Madelyn might feel awkward, but also because of that gleam in Marianne's eye. However, instead of using it to her advantage and dredging up an entire line of impolite discussion, she smiled slyly and backed off of him. "I see.... So girls, anything else left to see around here or are you the only good act?" Her smile broadened. Ethaniel thought about how the sky probably looked right now, as the afternoon was proceeding smoothly to evening at current. Nothing would be better than watching the blue sky become awash in blazing orange, the clouds looking like little tufts of sorbet flavored cotton candy in the fading light of the sun. "Sticking around would be kind of nice. For a while, anyway." Marianne thought for a moment. "Oh hey, not to suddenly change the subject, but you know how the ringleader said that everyone here has a power? Well... does the ringleader have one too? I mean I assume that he would, since it sounded like he counted himself among the supers working here." He nodded before looking around at those gathered. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to know the ringleader's name. He didn't know why, just a gut feeling. He'd follow through after listening to the twins though. No need to make the discussion a never ending series of tangents. ((Since I'm a lazy bastard and I can't think of anything, Jeff is just standing there being cool while Mark does his call.)) |
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| -Eternally Fallen- | Feb 15 2012, 08:03 AM Post #127 |
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((Oh no, I wasn't blaming anyone in particular. In fact, I'll admit that at least half of it is my fault, since I don't like posting until I can post for all of my characters. It's just depressing to see the pace pick up and slow down sporadically. But you all have been great so far, and I've been having alot of fun with this.)) "Thanks..." Lynness responded in a light tone, laying herself down with her face toward the backs of the seats, her wings hanging toward the floor as she closed her eyes. Even despite her enjoyment of what she'd done during the day, the gravity of her situation still weighed heavily on her mind. She had already been definitely, certainly wrong about one person's intentions. What if she'd screwed up in judging the others' intentions as well? The only one she was certain of was that guy with the glaring eyes, the one that had to be kept away from her so far. If he does anything to hurt me... She began to think, close to slipping into sleep, I'll kill him. ¯\(°_o)/¯ "I'm glad you enjoyed yourselves." Madelyn remarked, her smile widening slightly as they acknowledged that the show was good. However, Mary's next question to Ethaniel caught the younger of the twins slightly off-guard, and she glanced down, blushing more intensely as she waited to hear the shark man's response. Upon hearing that it wasn't anything new for Ethaniel, she could only mutter a quiet "I see..." before her smile vanished. Well, it's not like I shouldn't have seen it coming. He is a guy, after all... Finally she shook her head, looking back up and attempting as cheerful a smile as she could. "No, you guys had fun, and that's what really matters." Emilyn gave her sister a small glare; she shouldn't have been getting disappointed over such an unimportant comment. For all she knew, Ethaniel was one of those guys that just regularly looked at porn or something. And even if he had his fair share of hookups with other women, it didn't mean that he wouldn't be interested. She chose not to say anything on that matter, though, instead turning her attention to Mary. "So, other interesting acts? Hmm..." The elder twin gave the subject some serious thought before answer. "Well, you remember that dick we ran into earlier on the motorcycle? He does a show after ours, typically. I hate to endorse such an asshole, but he usually is pretty entertaining. His abilities are just so off-the-wall random, but it's usually amusing enough to watch him. Though I haven't seen him around since we got back. He might have gotten lost...or decided to just stay gone after he went out into the city." "There are also plenty of fun games and rides. Though my personal favorite is the big wheel." She looked over toward the towering attraction, people filling the cars. Suddenly the topic changed, though; Mary inquired as to what powers Micah might have. The girls exchanged an awkward glance. "Well, if people are willing to allow it, he can control a person's body and move them as he wishes, like a marionette. There's nothing visible to indicate what he's doing, though he describes it as extending strands of his own life force to the other person. He only does the show if the crowds are really receptive, so it's not that often. But when he does, it's always really fun for everyone involved." "Talking about me, are you?" An older voice called from behind the twins. While Madelyn was slightly startled, turning to look at the new arrival, Emilyn merely let loose a sigh. Micah merely responded with a laugh, a hand coming to rest on both girls as he gave a jovial smile. "Don't mind me, I was rather enjoying the flattering appraisal. Anyways, who are your new friends?" "Well, this is Marianne." Emilyn responded first, indicating Mary with a nod of her head. "And this larger gentleman here is Ethaniel." "Ah, so these are the people that kept you company today!" He exclaimed, immediately stepping forward and extending one hand to each of the newcomers. "I was hoping I would be able to meet with the two of you. Even before the show had begun, the girls were telling me about how you'd spent time with them today. To tell you the truth, after hearing patrons talk about things like bank robberies and mall closings, I was a little worried, as the girls had been gone all day. It was a relief to find out that you'd been taking care of them in a new city. So thank you for that." He bowed his head in gratitude, sincere in the action despite everything he'd already instigated during the day. "Between what's been going on in the city and our own near-disaster with some thug today, it's a miracle anyone's in the mood to come out and have fun. Anyways, I need to get going. Things still need planned out for tomorrow's schedule. Don't be too long, girls; I need your help planning for the evening. I'll go ahead and take my leave now. Oh, and thanks again for watching over them." Giving one last friendly smile, the middle-aged man stepped away, turning away and soon vanishing behind another tent. The girls looked at each other once more, breathing a collective sigh of relief. "Damn, I forgot all about having to plan for tomorrow night. I guess we need to get going sooner than we expected." Emilyn moved forward, giving Mary a hug and patting Ethaniel on the shoulder before taking a step back. "Thanks for the awesome day." "Yeah; we really had alot of fun with you guys." Madelyn added with a smile. She pulled out a piece of paper from her pocket, something she'd already prepared before they walked out. "Here's my cell number. You guys can text when you get here if you want to hang out again tomorrow. If we finish the planning for the night, we should have the day free again." She moved forward to give Marianne her second hug for the night, moving to hug Ethaniel before hesitating, blushing, and stepping back. "Well, we've gotta get going." With a sigh, Emilyn turned to begin moving in the direction Micah had gone, Madelyn following close behind. She turned to glance at Ethaniel and Mary one last time before the two of them vanished in the maze of canvas. ¯\(°_o)/¯ Mark snapped shut the cell phone with a sigh, rubbing his temples after slipping the device into his jeans pocket. "Man, I really didn't expect anyone else to answer her phone." He said, managing a small laugh besides his slip up. He hadn't expected that Esika would end up injured at the carnival, though he had his hunch as to what might have transpired; Erik stating that some asshole "got what was coming to him" made it pretty easy to guess at. Finally looking back at Jeff, he gave his best reassuring smile possible, though the still-opened and partially healed wound probably didn't help things much. "Well, I guess I've got somewhere to go, after I take care of this. Man, it's gonna suck..." Moving his hand behind the wound, he began building a charge of his own mana, a purple glow gathering about his hand. "I've never had to reopen a wound to make sure I could heal it properly. I don't imagine it'll be a pleasant experience." Closing his jaw to make sure he couldn't bite his tongue, he released the charging energy; a purple flash erupted first from his hand and then from the front of his body, the kinetic blade tearing open the poorly mended flesh. Fresh blood began to pour from the wound, and the young man gritted his teeth, sweat already beginning to pour down his body. "Yep, I was right. That really fucking sucks." Lowering his hand for a moment, he began running through his memories, trying to recall the proper structures for that particular point in his body, as well as the correct means of restoring them. "So, I'm gonna have to describe things as I go. It'll help me concentrate on what needs to be accomplished, and it'll let you know that I know what the hell I'm doing." He gave another laugh, this one a little more feeble than the first. "Well, the type of magecraft I'm doing could technically be classified as Projection. During a typical projection, a mage uses his mana to materialize an object into the physical world; being unnatural, it usually fades away after a period of time. My healing is a little more specialized, though." The young man lifted his hands, placing one over the back of the wound and the other over the front, a soft lavender glow enshrouding the wound; there was enough of a gap to see the wound beginning to close. "Rather than just manifesting what I see in my mind, I pump mana into the cells around the wound. I manipulate them to multiply at an accelerated rate and move where I want them to, while making sure that I keep the growth rate in check. Since I'm essentially using magecraft to clone my own cells, they'll be permanent, but if the energy isn't kept in check, it can cause cancerous growth, so it makes doing this risky." Moving his hands away to check his progress, he took a moment to examine how the wound looked before continuing. "It also takes precise knowledge of what structures lie where in the body; it would be disastrous if I deformed something or generated a structure that didn't belong in that location." He took a few moments to finish in silence, checking every so often. By the time he was finished, the wound was completely healed from front to back, leaving a faint patch of scar tissue on top. "Even this precise healing isn't perfect, though, so it still leaves a mark. But at least now I don't have to worry about dying from it." Taking one last bit of energy, he replaced a bit more of the last blood in his body before leaning against the wall, exhausted. "I gotta tell you, this is really taxing having to do this twice to myself. It's harder for me to heal myself, since I have to be more careful with it. Oh, and you got a shirt or something I can borrow? So I don't have to wear this bloody thing?" He looked at the phone real quick. Had it really been ten minutes since he started healing? It didn't feel that long. Would have helped to have some mirrors to watch his progress... Jeff looked down at what he was wearing. "All I got are the clothes on my back. Extra clothing usually isn't standard issue. Sorry." "Well, I guess I don't have a choice, then..." He said, pulling the red, dampened shirt back on. "Well, I can't say it's been an enjoyable experience, considering how painful it's been, but thanks for watching my back. I need to go meet up with someone now, though, so I'm heading out." Jeff nodded. "Alright, be careful. Try to... magic out some of the blood or something. Don't need calls about you running around to spoil the day." Mark nodded in turn, watching as Jeff ran out of the alleyway and back toward the direction they'd come from. He could hear the ambulance siren nearby, and assumed that Jeff was going to let them know that he'd not been too badly injured or something. Whatever the case, Mark had no intention of dealing with that mess. Running back out of the dead end, he moved in the opposite direction, applying some mana to strip the blood from his shirt, fading it almost to invisibility but yet not fully succeeding, a faint pinkish spot around the tears in the article. As he stepped out on the other side of the block, he quickly flagged down a taxi. After giving the driver the address, it took about ten minutes to reach the hospital. Jackson Memorial stood above many of the surrounding buildings, though it was still dwarfed by larger structures a few blocks away. Paying the driver, he quickly made his way out of the vehicle and into the building. It took less than a moment to spot the receptionist, and the young man hurried to the desk. "I'm looking for an Esika Lansing. I was told she was brought a little while ago." The man behind the desk gave him an uncertain look before sighing and typing in the name. "Ah, yes, she was brought in about half an hour ago. She was rushed into the OR upon arrival and is still being operated on. If you wish to, you can wait for her to be moved to the ICU and then go back and see her." "All right..." Mark responded, stepping away from the desk. He supposed it worked out, in a way; he could go ahead and have his conversation with this Erik fellow, find out what exactly happened. It was just then that he realized he had no idea what this guy was suppose to look like. Mark could only scratch the back of his head, looking between the various people gathered in the waiting room, giving a small laugh as he did so. "Well, this is just fantastic." ¯\(°_o)/¯ Shadow sighed as the officers pushed him forward into the station. They'd given him the courtesy of making sure he wasn't going to die from his injuries before carting him in. Well, at least they weren't completely heartless when dealing with what they perceived as a monster. They'd confiscated his cloak during a search for weapons, but of course they didn't find anything. As he was escorted toward the cells, he happened to glance into one of the rooms, catching an odd sight. Laying across a set of chairs was a girl with large leathery wings and horns. Well..that's not something you see every day. He thought to himself, leaning slightly to get a better look. She doesn't look familiar, either. This town must be a magnet for trouble, I guess... He was quickly ushered past the room, and he soon found himself in a jail cell, separated from anyone else locked up. He was surprised, however, to find four members of the Agenda Cell sitting in the opposite cell. But how the hell...? "So, why are you guys split from the rest of your group?" Shadow questioned. "Well, somebody decided to interfere after the others had already left." Bobby answered after a moment of silence. The head of the group merely gave a slight nod in confirmation. "Well, at least I have some good company." ((Okay, so once everyone is finished for day one, I'll make a post to start day two. Just leave an OOC letting me know you're ready to move on so I can make sure everyone is accounted for.)) |
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Feb 26 2012, 01:01 PM Post #128 |
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Part man...part beast...full psycho!
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(I have absolutely no excuse for this late reply. Seriously, fuck me, I'm such a jackass for dragging this on. Also, fuckin' collab posts, HOW DO THEY WORK?) "Don't pretend to know what you are talking about, or meddle into things that do not concern you. Now weren't we talking about the demon bitch, or did I miss the memo?" Siren sighed, unfolding her arms and rubbing at her temples before leaning against the wall. The conversation was dragging on into territories she did not want to aproach, so she decided to make her case as quick and simple as she could. "I think you did; my point is that I don't like our current prison system as much as you do, or at least, I don't approve of parts of it. In fact, I believe that, in some part, it contributes to a lot of the crime we have going on, that people are sometimes not punished accordingly and that a lot of these things should be handled on a case by case basis. Of course, if that happened, the lawyers wouldn't get their way and would probably not manage to profit off of it as much as they do now." She yawned, stretching her arms behind her head again before looking down at her wristwatch. It had gotten rather late and the hustle and bustle of the day had worn her out, despite spending the morning on standby. Things would only escalate the next day, but there was not much she could do right now with everything as it was. "It's getting late, you should probably head out. Don't worry about the girl, I'll keep her detained here until we can figure out how to handle this situation better. If you need to contact me, here's my personal number." She headed for her desk and pulled out a small notepad and pen, scribbling down her number then tearing the paper off and handing it to Viper. She headed for the door, opening it up and making room for Viper to leave before closing it and locking it behind her. Whatever Viper decided to do next, her destination was the interrogation room where she had left Lynness. Within moments she was already there, slowly opening up the door and walking up to the still sleeping girl before shaking her awake. "Hey there, did you have a good nap?" The girl was dazed, still half asleep and nodding off constantly. The events of the day, both physical and psychological must have worn her out to the point of exhaustion. She could do little more than nod and shake her head, mumbling incoherently as she did. "Listen, do you have anywhere to stay? Do you mind spending the night here? At least you'll be a lot more comfortable in a proper bed." Siren's tone somehow managed to be soft and firm at the same time. Lynness shook her head at the first question and merely nodded after that, hoping to get some kind of rest, regardless of the situation. The officer half dragged her down to the cellblock, walking past the occupied cells to a more quiet and unpopulated area where an empty cell awaited a new occupant. She helped Lynness get into her bunk leaving the door open for now before heading back out. She quickly pulled her cellphone out of her pocket, hitting speed dial to call up her partner. "Hey, El Jeffe, do you have any news for me? Yeah, I've got the girl here in detention...long story, I'll fill you in when you get back. I think I'm going to be spending the night here to keep an eye on things anyway, this case is a little more complicated than it looks." A thought occured to her at that moment as her mind wandered back to what she had been talking about to Viper with regards to lawyers. She recalled something she had read up on rather recently and decided to go on a hunch. "Hey, do me a favour will you? There's this hotshot lawyer up in Germany...Joestar I think? See if you can get me in touch with him, I think he could be pretty insightful into all of this." It had been a good twenty minutes since the paramedics had wheeled Esika in, but Erik was rather worried nonetheless. He was content with just standing around for the first ten, but ended up taking a seat when he had realised himself how his own muscles were sore from the day's events. His head was in his hands as he contemplated what to do next and the words he would have with this "Mark" when he showed up, before he decided he needed to take his mind off of what happened. He put his hand in his left pocket to find something to fiddle around with when it made contact with something both, familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. He pulled out the object to find that it was Esika's cellpone. While being rather unremarkable, it did have one notable feature that marked it as belonging to it's owner; a small star shaped little phone charm was hanging off of one side, strapped to the phone by a cord. It was at this moment that a rather disheveled and somewhat ravaged young man made his way into the hospital, inquiring about that very same patient and making his way to the OR. He had passed by a few times, looking each and every person over before finally settling on Erik, as the little charm itself caught his eye as something he recognised. "So, I guess you're Erik?" Erik looked up at the mention of his name, standing up as he did. He was expecting it to be one of the surgeons, giving him the news but instead found the unkempt young man standing before him, surmising this was in fact, Mark. "You uh...you guess correctly. You must be Mark then." He extended his hand out and took the other man's, shaking it firmly before letting go. Still tired and weary, he retook his seat, motioning for Mark to do the same. The newcomer, however, seemed to have other plans. "Yeah. So I figure we should go elsewhere, talk in private. If that's okay with you, I mean." Erik frowned, standing right back up again, grunting as he did. He stretched his arms behind his head before responding. "That's fine with me, but I'm not sure why we need to since I've already given my statement to the police and outlined what happened to the medical staff. That is...unless you've got something to add to it?" "That could be the case, I suppose. We'll see where the conversation goes once I'm up to speed on what happened." The began to walk towards the building's exit, making their way to the parking lot away from prying eyes, all the while, Erik's mind swirled with plenty of questions like some kind of vortex of thoughts. Before he could ask anything, however, he outlined what had happened with both, Esika and himself during his stay at the carnival, all the way up until now. The other man nodded throughout, his features telling Erik that he had a very good idea of what was going on and why it had happened. When Erik had finished his spiel, Mark finally decided to speak out. "Well...I can't really say I'm surprised to hear any of this. I had my suspicions, but it wasn't something I could know for certain, not without hearing the whole story anyways." "Suspicions? About what exactly? Do you know who this shadow guy was?" "Yeah...me and Esika have both been aware of him for some time now." Erik cocked an eyebrow, a little confused at that last bit. "That's pretty weird considering she denied having any knowledge of his identity. From the looks of things, I'm guessing this is bigger than some thug who likes to kidnap children in his spare time." "Tell me something. I want you to think back on when you entered the tent. Did that girl seem distressed at all?" Erik frowned, not really understanding where this line of questioning was going, but thinking back anyway. His brow furrowed as he tried to recall the scene exactly as it had happened, back into his mind. He remembered the call on the PA system, then Kyosuke helping him find the tent. They barged in as he threw up his barrier and called out to his partner to take care of the girl while he handled the shadow manipulator. He could not remember the girl at all, he barely had any recollection of what she even looked like, which merely served to bring in a new kind of frustration and fear into his mind; that he was losing touch with his humanity more and more and that he had become nothing more than a creature that thrived off of battle. A sickening feeling ebbed and flowed throughout his body, like a wave of nausea washing over him, tightening his stomach as it did. He did his best to shake those thoughts out of his mind to keep himself focused on the discussion at hand; there was more at stake now than his humanity and he needed to get to the bottom of it quickly. "I'm...not really sure. Everything just happened so fast all I could do was react. Why?" "Because your guess was correct. He wasn't kidnapping because he gets his jollies from it. That girl probably thought they were just playing a game." He was even more confused now, Mark's explanation was not helping resolve the matter, but only seemed to further it's complexity. He decided to try tackling another subject that had been bothering him for a while now. "Then maybe you can tell me what the point of the exercise was, exactly. On that note, who's this "Micah" guy you mentioned on the phone, is he the one pulling the strings?" "Wow, that's about the most accurate way to put it, yeah. Shadow's actions were only a facade. What he did was meant to mask something bigger." "Do tell." "What's the best way to put this...?" Nothing is as it seems? We've all been making deals with the devil? I guess you could say all of us are damned, to some extent. It's rather disgusting, really." "I'm...not sure what you're getting at. What exactly is going on in that damned carnival?" "Dark business. The fact that I've gotten away with saying this much must mean that part of my obligations have been made void. Guess that's what he gets for lying to me." "You're going to have to give it to me straight if you want me to do something about it. If not for your sake, then at least do it for hers." Erik pointed in the general direction of the OR from the position they were in, emphasising his point. He was tired of Mark beating around the bush and not just getting to the point of what he wanted to say. It was only serving to agitate him and, for one with a lot of patience, he had been through enough during the day to be irked by how the conversation was not going his way. Mark, on the other hand, seemed completely undetered or phased by Erik's tone, continuing on with what he wanted to say. "Well, part of the problem is that while I'm apparently free to speak now, I won't be free in other ways. So what you can do might be limited. And she is in a worse position than I am, so to speak. We're both bound under a metaphysical contract, along with dozens of others." He was stunned, if not a little mortified by what was being suggested. While Erik had no personal experience in anything as grandois as magical, binding contracts, he had seen enough for something like that to be very frightening to him. To think that there were tens, maybe a hundred people under this very same contract seemed inhumane and just outright disgusting to him. He was really at a complete loss of words on how to respond to something like that. "I'm...not really sure what to make of all this." "Yeah, I understand. I was kind of being deliberately vague, though, earlier. Wasn't sure what I could get away with..." "Well I honestly don't know what I can do about this. If this is big, then I can get the military involved, otherwise, you're going to have to help me out here." "I...I don't really want to risk anything else. All I can say for sure is that you should stick close to Esika tomorrow. That'll be your best chance to be able to do something. Because regardless of what condition she's in, she'll still be compelled to act in a way that allows her to fulfill her end of the contract she's under." He sighed, feeling completely helpess now. If this was as big as Mark was suggesting, then using his ties to get the military involved would have been the perfect response to this. However, he could not put any people at risk considering the implications of what might happen should any of them break their metaphysical contracts. It was neither his place to take that kind of action, nor his call, since he was all but a bystander in all of this. He sighed, putting his hands up in defeat as he did. While he was not sure how much he can trust Mark, what he was suggesting was enough for him to air on the side of caution. "Well then, aside from that, I guess my hands are tied. What exactly should I tell Esika then? How should I behave without either causing her any harm or betraying any faith she might have put in me during all this?" "That's really up to you, I suppose. Nobody else is suppose to know about any of this at all, so I'm not sure how she'd feel. If you decide to say something, don't be aggressive about it. Considering what she gained in return for her services, she probably already feels bad about her involvement." "I guess asking any other questions would either amount to prying or putting you at risk, so I won't bother you with that. You really need to understand just how hard for me it is to both, fully understand this and put any faith in everything you're saying after what we both went through today." "Trust me, I understand. Nobody that's gotten involved with this mess knew what they were getting into. I'm here because my father is sick, and his medical bills are being covered because of what I'm doing, not that that makes it any better. Most of the others have similarly personal reasons. All I'm asking is that you stick close to Esika. She mends pretty well, but she won't be a hundred percent." "Mends well...I see. Alright then, I'll do what I can tomorrow, but you'll have to at least give me a heads up when things go down." "Well, you shouldn't need any hints from me. Her behavior will change, so it should be obvious." He paused for a moment before excitedly lifting part of his shirt up and pointing to an area of scar tissue at one point on his abdomen. "Oh hey, speaking of mending, check this out. You wouldn't think that I'd just been punctured clean from front to back, would you?" Erik did not see why Mark felt the need to show something like that off, given the circumstances, it felt really out of place. Still though, it was rare to see someone with healing abilities similar to his own, but it was not all that impressive. "High speed regeneration? Huh, guess I'm not the only one in town with special talents..." "Not quite. Magecraft is the answer you were looking for. It was a pain in the ass to close with no mirrors or proper lighting, but I'm rather proud of the results. Anyways, I need to be going. There are obligations I need to fulfill, and if they aren't done willingly, I'll end up doing them anyways. Just know that Esika is like a sister to me, so I'm trusting you to watch over her." The mage lowered his shirt as he spoke, saying his last piece and walking off before Erik could even protest. It did not seem right that a total stranger like him should be the one to stay beside Esika as she recovered but he could not force that kind of obligation on Mark considering the trouble he was already in. While he had no real understanding of what those obligations entailed, he would know all too well in the near future what being bound to that kind of contract would mean. For now, he merely made his way back to the OR, running into one of the surgeons as he reached his destination. He notified him that Esika was stable and had been moved to an empty room, that she was in no risk to be put in the ICU, which made Erik feel relieved. He made his way to the room marked with her name and quietly made his way in, taking note that Esika was on an IV drip and was fast asleep. He quickly pulled the phone out of his pocket and quietly placed it on the small desk by her bedside, before pulling up a chair and sinking back into it. 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| -Korokage- | Mar 2 2012, 11:33 PM Post #129 |
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Master
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((Sorry for the late post. D: I've been having back to back migraines every day and it sapped my He could see the twinge of hurt on the girl's face. Guilt and loathing washed over him like a great tide, leaving a cold depressed sensation in the back of his head. He listened to their talking, and his interest in the ringleader was piqued again. Before he could follow through with his earlier instinct, the man in question arrived. He nodded when the man displayed his gratitude, though a feeling told him not to take anything he said at face value. He kept himself from appearing on guard long enough to allow himself to relax once the man had left. Apparently the twins had to help plan out tomorrow afternoon's acts. And then when the twins had to say their good-byes, the guilt came back in force. Marianne had been smiling all the while, relishing in the hugs she had received. She took the paper that had Madelyn's number on it and simply held it in hand while Madelyn was saying good-bye. She waited till she was sure that the twins were gone before the smile went away. "You...MORON!" She was in front of Ethaniel now, hands clenching and unclenching. "Why would you tell her that? She feels for you! Not with the petty kind of love that eventually makes a woman jaded, but a pure innocent "this might just be true love" love!" He stood his ground for all of an instant, first diverting his eyes away before turning his head to look at the ground. "I... just didn't have anything else to say right then." His scowl stretched into a true frown, his chest feeling saturated by a cold grip that robbed him of whatever happiness he still had. She sighed, her breath being let loose in an exasperated gust. "Look man, it'll be ok. All you have to do is show her that the only woman you would likely have a real interest in is likely to be her. Just let her put her trust and affection on your shoulders." His jaw set, the cold grip still there. "What if... I don't deserve those feelings? All sound seemed to stop for a moment, and the only light he could see was the sinking sun burning the sky orange. He felt his companion's hand on his jaw and he allowed his gaze to be redirected to the mage's face. And then she slugged him, right on the cheek. He could hardly feel the force of the blow, but it was still enough to force him to turn away. Once again his eyes looked down. "I hope I've shattered your illusion of incompetence. So, when we talk to them tomorrow, you're going to use action to show her that she can put her love and trust on you. Okay?" Her voice became bubbly near the end, like a schoolgirl talking to her crush. He looked at her, her smile as incredulous as it was genuine. His frown did a 180, and he allowed a smirk to paint his lips. "Alright, you win." His hands slipped into his jacket's pockets. The cold grip loosened and began to evaporate. Maybe tomorrow won't be that bad. Her smile widened into a grin. "So what did you and Javon do today?" His smile vanished when he was reminded that they were on the clock to solve precisely where the massacre prophesied by the riddle would take place, and when. "We stopped a bank robbery, only the robbers weren't after cash. They had hypnotized the hostages into accepting some kind of magical contract, a similar one that the robbers are in. Before they were hauled off by the police, one of them wanted me to have this." He procured the riddle from his pocket and presented it to Marianne. "And then I solved it." He handed the paper that had the solution he had deduced to Marianne as well. "We also received a Chinese character from them, and Javon figured it to mean either Vermillion Bird or Vermillion Swallow. As for the riddle the first part--" "Is a bible verse. Book of Micah, chapter three verse six: "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." Your new friends were warning you what was going to happen." She never looked up from the slips of paper. She had an odd expression, her eyes were half-lidded and her lips were set to a line. This was probably her thinking face. Ethaniel frowned. When the hell did she memorize the bible?! "Uh... yeah. Anyway, I think it also tells us the name of the mastermind." Marianne looked up, stuffing the papers into her purse. Her brow was raised. Just then, a small girl dressed as a jester with overly long sleeves appeared, leaping this way and that. "Thank you all for your patronage~! If you're leaving, please make sure you bring your friends! We're here all weekend~ Remember to tell your friends and family about Micah's Traveling Carnival!" Ethaniel felt as though he had been slapped by a sack of bricks. He watched the jester hop away, and stood there with a blank expression. If he could rate his stupidity on a scale of 1-10, he'd put 20. He turned, facing Marianne. She shook her head. "I know what you're thinking. Firstly, yes Micah's ability does seem like forging magical contracts with people, but what if it is what it sounds like? And secondly there's like, what, a hundred people named Micah in the city? Maybe more? Third, are you sure that Micah is the guy we're looking for? Maybe you were just sent a warning, and the guy responsible is actually named Steve and works in a factory." The mage crossed her arms. "If you're going to play P.I., you're going to need evidence to prove anything." His jaw set. As much as the sharkman wanted to argue against her, he could not deny that she was right. He would have to go back and talk to the robbers again, after figuring out which precinct they were taken to. He scratched the back of his head. "Well... we have a good lead right now, right? Couldn't you see if there's any magic signatures floating around?" She raised a hand, cupping her chin with delicate fingers. "... It wouldn't hurt, unless you're right and the ringleader's cronies know what we're going on about. Of course Javon already took care of that, right handsome~?" She suddenly reached out and grasped the invisible Javon by the shoulder, her grip tight yet sensuous. "Well, let's all look together then. I need to keep a low profile, so I can't perform more exact methods of searching. Then again, we're just looking around, so I doubt we'll need anything too drastic just yet." She turned away, waving over her shoulder in a manner that indicated that she wanted them to follow. With an exasperated sigh, he shook his head and followed. He didn't have any talents in searching for magic or mana residue... but he had other traits to fall back on. With that, the trio set off, and at the end of the sun's descent into the realm of darkness, they had all the probable cause needed to warrant bringing the big guns tomorrow night, after a quick talk with their informants. The NASF agent ran up to the ambulance after his rather interesting first hand experience with magic. Maybe demons weren't such a crazy thought after all. "Lost the kid, but he seemed fine." The paramedic raised a brow. "...Really?" "Yeah he's got some kind of fast healing thing or something." Not entirely a lie, but he doubted that the paramedic would have taken "he used magic" very seriously. He watched as the doors closed and the ambulance drove off. Right when he began wondering how Siren was doing, his phone rang. "Hello? Yeah, I got some good news actually, the kid's fine. So how's our suspect? I see...." Complications usually entailed bad news. He had an inkling that the girl might not be totally there in the head, and if the case went to court an insanity plea would be easy to cook up. Of course that just meant that she'd be shipped off to a mental institution, so maybe that didn't mean the end of the road. Then she brought up a lawyer named Joestar, and asked him to look him up. I'll see what I can pull up once I get back, no promises. See you later then." And once he hung up, he realized something. Siren drove off in the hummer, and the ambulance was already gone. Then sun was starting to go down, and he had no chance in hell of getting a ride back to the precinct. Great. Just fucking-- "Hey Jeff, what are you doin' looking lost sir?" He turned around and saw an officer he knew well in a police cruiser. "Ramirez you son of a gun, you have no idea how good your timing is," Jeff said with a grin. He ran over and hopped into the passenger side. "Heading to the precinct?" "Yes sir. Shouldn't take more than a few minutes to get there." He patted the officer's shoulder while he buckled in. "Thanks man, I owe you one." And with that, he was back at the precinct within thirty minutes. Over the next few minutes he was filled in on their perp's apparent arrested development and got Siren the number of one likely cranky German lawyer. ((Unless more people need more shit done, I think we're ready to go to day two/night one.)) Edited by Korokage, Mar 2 2012, 11:34 PM.
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| -Arem- | Mar 3 2012, 10:42 AM Post #130 |
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Fabulous Homosexual
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Viper took the paper Siren handed to him, and crushed it in his grip. Viper then brushed past Siren briskly, giving her the cold look that said "This isn't over" as he past by. He navigated the halls, and police officers scrambled to get out of his way. Doubtless they heard all kinds of stories about him and knew well enough to stay out of his way. Normally, this would provoke a small grin to etch across his face, but he was in too foul of a mood to enjoy the levity of a scary reputation. In due process, he exited the police station and strode deliberately to his motorcycle in the lot. Heaving himself onto it, he roared it to life and took off into the gathering darkness. He took off down several streets, until he came to a suspension bridge spanning a river. Driving quickly over it, he then veered to a halt on the side and looked down over the city, illuminated by its own dazzling lights. Here, he let his rage boil down to brooding as he considered what to do. Right now, he was robbed of vengeance, even though he knew it really wasn't his to take. However, if someone didn't step up and claim it, the boy's soul would never stop crying for it. That's who he was aside from a mercenary: an agent of vengeance. That's why he continued to live despite the suffering he has gone through in his life. That brought his mind to Siren. What the hell did she know about him? Who the fuck told? His past was a no-go area for anyone, and anyone who tried to pry would find out just how scary he truly could be. However, he was curious on how much she knew. If there was a leak in his past, he needed to plug it. If Helix ever found out who he had spent his lifetime with before becoming "the Viper" as it were, they would use that leak to get to him. Now, Viper would take up any lead that would get him closer to Helix, but if it meant sacrificing the people he came closest to calling a family, he would have to be careful. Moreover, if Helix did anything to hurt those people... Viper's eyes lit up, filling his pupils to a solid golden glow. Hell would be too good for Helix. He returned his mind to Lynness. She needed to be dealt with. Not by a court, not by the police; it had to be done the way nature intended. Violence. Doubtlessly she would be guarded right now, so he couldn't anything right now, but when the time came, he would be ready. The wings of Viper's motorcycle shot open. Viper looked over the collection of guns and arms he had stored. His eyes fell on a rather modest-looking katana, four-foot in length and sheathed in a black ivory sheath. Picking it up, his eyes lingered over the blood-red cloth-wrapped that decorated the grip. To the human eye, this was merely a beautiful sword. In the hands of a powerful being, however, it was something else. Gripping the sword in his Reaver-arm, his thumb pushed the katana an inch out of its sheath. Viper smiled as his face was illuminated in a fell red glow that show hotly from the blade. She was at full-strength, ready to cut so deep that the Earth itself could tremble in fear from its killer stroke. Viper resheathed the sword and put it back in its place. Bane on his back was a great sword, but sometimes, when dealing with the likes of Lynness, one needed more. For that, there was Pandora: the fell blade that contains every stain of the soul in its edges. Viper's eyes narrowed. Lynness did not even begin to know fear, but she would be taught...and this lesson...was permanent. But for now, the night must reign, and now the Viper must hunt to prepare for what would be true vengeance. ------ ((Ok, Viper's ready to go for the night/day.)) Edited by Arem, Mar 3 2012, 10:47 AM.
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| -Fenix- | Mar 3 2012, 10:52 PM Post #131 |
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Kyosuke walked around the hospital with Laura, admiring the beautiful scenery that surrounded them. "Shouldn't we go check on your friend? She got a pretty nasty cut." the female companion asked worriedly. "Nah, no need. She's a vampire, she'll be walking in no time." Kyosuke's eyes widened as he told Laura the injured woman's secret. "Did you say a vampire?" the woman asked surprisingly. "Vampire! I didn't say vampire! I said that she's a Twilight fan, and those guys always get back up again after they get knocked down. You know, Tubthunping style!" Kyosuke spoke, hoping that his evasion will work; the woman laughed at the answer she heard. "Oh Kyosuke, you're so funny! That's what I like about you. But that's enough for today. Let's go check on your friend." "Wait a minute. Is that Erik With A 'c' over there? Who's he talking to? Weird." Kyosuke whispered to himself as he pointed towards the direction his friend was in. The two headed towards the two when Erik suddenly left the man he was talking to and went inside the building. "It's been a long day. Why don't you go home? I'll call you when this is all done." Kyosuke suggested, his tone filled with worry for his partner. "You're not gonna get rid of me that easily. I'm staying. And you're right, it's been a long day. I'll go get us a few cups of coffee. My treat." "Good idea. Just make sure you put extra cheese in my friend's coffee. Man likes his calcium!" The woman laughed at the remark as she left to get coffee; Kyosuke entered the hospital, following Erik towards Esika's room. He overheard an exchange between one of the surgeons and Erik about Esika's condition, a sign relief forming on his worried face. "I'm surprised no one knew about her identity when they were treating her. That and the fact that her supernatural healing rate didn't raise any suspicions. She's lucky." Kyosuke whispered as he leaned his head towards the seated Erik. The man grabbed another seat and sat next to the tired Erik. "So, I'm guessing the man you were talking to was related to her. And by the looks of things, I say he spoiled the ending for ya. So, what will you do? Will you stay with her? No one will blame ya if you left. We are human after all. As for me, I'm staying. Things are gonna get heated up soon. If you're gonna stay, you better be prepared." Kyosuke spoke in a serious tone, the worry of disturbing the tired patient completely absent. "I wonder if the man in the green armour is involved in all of this. How can a man disappear the way he did?" the troubled man uttered under his breath. ----------------------------- A man clad in emerald green plate armour stood still and watched Erik from close distance. The man's face was cold, with a few ominous smirks escaping his lips. A green hue glowed brightly from the man's eyes as Erik conversed with the other man. As Erik made his way back to the building, the armoured figure's smirk transformed into a smile, the corners of his mouth vying to reach his cheeks as they ascended and curved. Whether Erik saw the conspicuous man with the glowing eyes mattered little to him. The man faded away into nothingness as Erik entered the building. Edited by Fenix, Mar 3 2012, 10:54 PM.
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| -The Raging Zephyr- | Mar 10 2012, 04:53 AM Post #132 |
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There was a sense of fear on his face; a boy, of no more than thirteen, his freckled face soiled and his hair a mess, had come running, crying, up to the officer. The policeman was busying himself with keeping the crime scene secured— a young woman had just been ported off to the hospital, some sharp material puncturing her through the side, after the NASF arrived on the scene— though there was little left for him to do that his partner couldn't handle. The child sniffled, speaking between hiccoughs: "My mom! I can't find my mom anywhere!" This wasn't much of a great surprise, given the general rush of the crowd when the stabbing occurred just minutes before. The officer waved to his partner, took a moment to call in to station through the radio clipped to his breast pocket, and nodded to the child, grasping him by the hand. The kid had an impressive force to his pull, whether through raw adrenaline or desperation was left to debate. The officer asked "Where did you last see her?" as he was trailed along. "Over here! You have to help me find her!" Through the teeming crowds, they ran. They weaved past vendors, gawking onlookers, oblivious bystanders, a blur of faces and colors splashing past them in a wave. Suddenly, nauseous and lost, the officer looked around, pulling his hand free from the child's. They had wandered within the maze of tents, out of sight from anyone nearby. The man turned to the child, crouching beside him. "Are you certain that this is the last place you sa—" He choked; a stream of blood trickled out from the stone shard that pierced his neck. He struggled, clutching at the smooth spike, struggling to pull it out in vain. The boy only offered the man a toothy smile and the eyes of a devil as he smoothed over the patch of dirt, the one that the spike had projected itself from, with his sneaker. Like a piecemeal machine, with a multitude of parts fitting together into one solid, operable device, the boy's body crawled, lengthened, widened in places. His face grotesquely stretched open, like the hinged jaw of a cobra; teeth, sharp as razors, jutted out from all angles. His body, too, began to peel apart, opening up into a massive cavity, a funnel of bladed cuspids leading inward. The officer, in a bout of fear, his body paralyzed, feeling like someone had dipped his limbs in cement, made one last effort to strike back, to call for help; air hissed out from throat. The memories of five thousand days and nights flooded my consciousness like the wash of neon lights on the midnight street, or, perhaps more fittingly, the clamor of beating hooves and clashing swords across the blood-soaked sands. I was lost between faint, yet familiar, images, weaving through the drifting words that were spoken at me, as if they were arrows streaking past my face, the tips opening up little spigots that trickled my warm essence across my skin. Somewhere, amidst the chaos, I found myself staring back; empty eyes captiously assayed every inch of my naked flesh. I nodded towards me, before my mouth slowly stretched open and I swallowed myself whole. When my eyes opened fully and I could once again see the world, my senses were assailed almost overwhelmingly; that acrid scent of burnt sugar caused my stomach to lurch, and the cacophony of shouts over the trite fairground music rang through my skull the same the Spanish Inquisition aimed to break mine. To think that the incessant screaming in my ears may have actually broken me down, had they not first made the mistake of severing all of my limbs... Eventually, my vision caught up with my eyes, and the first thing I found myself staring at was the blood-stained grass beneath my hands. I scrambled up to my feet, looking around to take care that no one noticed the scene that I had left. My center of balance returning, I could easily twist my head and see that all that surrounded me were walls of blue and yellow stripes waving in the wind. Satisfied, I sighed and stretched my hand out. Beneath me, the grass turned and rolled over itself, leaving a bare patch of dirt where the blood had spattered. It was a simple cantrip any studied magician could perform with little effort, of course, but I hadn’t felt the need to put forth any more work than was necessary. With only slightly more exertion, I pulled a trickle of moisture out of each blade of grass around my feet and formed a small orb of water; it took no more than a few concentrated splashes to extract the traces of blood that flecked my clothing and the surrounding tents in speckles. I let the water soak into the earth as I straightened my clothing and my thoughts. My name is Roderick Jameson, known to my friends as Rick and to my superiors– and my wife– as Roger. I am 24 years old, played football in high school as a receiver, entered the police academy in my senior year, and am currently seeking degrees in criminal justice when the time is available to me. My wife, Anna, is a nurse at the local emergency room, whom I met when I brought in some suicidal drunk on her shift. We have two children, Miles and Sabrina, and we live with a loving, if exhaustively stressful, relationship at home. Of course, I am just an actor, with the role and costume delivered to me by my director. The lines I could ad-lib, but the stage directions were rather clear: Kill in the name of duty. What the name my father bestowed upon me is of no real concern in the present. If I must be called by one name in particular, the one whose hatred I bear calls me Musgallu, the serpent that stole his father’s immortality. I still am much wiser than he, despite the years we share together across our species’ lifespan, with a far greater mastery of my own powers over one life than he has ever developed across several. I, as Roderick, however, do not care for such trivial matters when punctuality is at stake. I clicked the button on the fully intact radio that clung to my shoulder: “This is Rick, disaster averted.” “Alright man. I think we’re done here for the most part. Precinct says the kids that were shipped out should be fine with the special forces, so unless you want to stick around and play whack-a-mole for a few minutes, then I’d like to go grab a bite to eat that isn’t deep fried.” “Okay. I’m heading back now, shouldn’t be more than a minute.” I brushed the remaining grass and dirt off of my brand new uniform, and stepped out from between the fair’s tents. Now, all I would need to do is play the part, and practice my directions in my mind’s eye so that I would be ready for the next scene tomorrow. |
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| -Eternally Fallen- | Mar 14 2012, 06:34 AM Post #133 |
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"GET AWAY!" Lynness awoke with a start, throwing herself from the bed entirely by mistake, a mass of darkness blossoming into existence above her landing point. After a few seconds of breathing heavily, she managed to calm herself, dispelling the writhing mass of black fog above her. Looking up toward the window above the bed, she saw that dawn was fast approaching; a soft glow entered her cell, enough to cast a faint glow over the metal bars and the floor. Pushing herself up and off the floor, she noticed that she'd managed to damage the mattress in her sleep; where her head had been resting, large tears cut their way through the fabric, with cushioning material pulled out and thrown about. Sighing, she stretched, both her arms and wings extending as far as possible before she pulled both back toward her body, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "I wonder how that boy is doing..." The demoness wondered silently, her own thoughts drifting back toward Mark. She couldn't help but wonder at what her attack might have done to him. He was definitely innocent, he hadn't done anything to harm her. He was nice. But thinking back on the rest of her victims, the girl could only conclude that they deserved their fates. Even if they didn't truly mean her harm, they were still malicious individuals, uncaring despite her situation. Thinking about it even now was enough to annoy her, and enough to remind her of what had happened last time she was angry. "I really need to learn how to properly control my body." Holding her hand out, she focused her will, a swirl of dark smoke forming above her hand. "I wonder what this stuff is...why it obeys my will." Lynness mused, watching as the twisting mass danced above her outstretched fingers. "Actually, now that I think about it, this stuff didn't appear until after I killed that mean boy. Maybe it's their dark selves given form for me to command." The idea was an amusing one to the girl, who smiled darkly at the thought of using the evil in her tormentor's hearts as her own sword and shield. The idea wasn't too far from the truth, either. "So why did some of it disappear when I was injured?" Dismissing the thought for the moment, she allowed her hand to fall back to her side, the roiling mass of blackness vanishing a second later. She flexed her wings again, having hardly paid them attention before that moment. They certainly were odd things. Now that she thought about it, the wings were the cause of her immense exhaustion at two different points during the day, along with much pain. She twisted the demonic appendage around, running her fingers along the leathery surface. The wings had sprouted when she was feeling excessive amounts of anger, but it only made sense that she should be able to control them as she saw fit. If her accidental summoning of the black matter was anything to judge by, the first few times were likely reflexive. "Well, I suppose I'd have to learn eventually." Lynness remarked, pushing herself off the bed. "But how would I make them disappear? I didn't mean to do that the first time it happened." Well, that was pretty puzzling. She couldn't even recall how it'd felt to have the recede into the depths of her own body, only the pain involved in their appearance. "I will make them listen to me." The girl muttered to herself, focusing on the appendages emerging from her back. Even as she concentrated, she felt the wings resist, as though unwilling to return to where they came from. "I...will...make you...listen." With an intense burst of concentration, she felt the point where wings met shoulders lurch upward swiftly, leaving an intense ache. Her wings, however, finally began to obey her will, folding and withdrawing back into her body, an inch at a time, until there was no sign of them anymore. She felt the ache in her shoulders disappear, and allowed herself to fall back onto the bed, mildly drenched for her efforts. "This...is definitely a start." Lynness said with a smile, content. "I don't think it's bothering me as much to have them coming out or going in. In fact...it kind of felt...good." Her eyes drifted toward the bars of her cell. The demoness couldn't help but quietly laugh to herself. "I'm still don't know everything that my body is capable of, though. Guess it'll be fun to see what other tricks I have to surprise myself with." ¯\(°_o)/¯ How long had he been working, now? Three, four hours maybe? The young mage pulled his shirt up, wiping his face with the bottom of it. Perhaps it was some mercy that Micah had let him sleep for a few hours before they started the hard work, but that didn't help Mark feel any less exhausted than he already did. But looking down at his own handiwork, he couldn't help but feel a little proud, even through his disgust. In the dirt before him, gouged into the earth with a pick, was but one fraction of the spell work required for their evening event. He'd already prepared most of them, each symbol hidden away within a tent, under a trailer or beneath an attraction at strategic points on the edge of the carnival grounds. "If I didn't already know that this setup was for nefarious plotting, I'd probably be pretty damn pleased with the work. Instead, I just feel disappointed that my skills are being abused in such a way." With a sigh, he allowed the pick to rest against the ground, the tool supporting his weight. His eyes narrowed as he felt a hand come to rest on his shoulder, his gaze drifting just enough so that his employer was at the edge of his periphery. "I'd be willing to bet you're pretty pleased with the progress we've made this morning. Everything going just as you will it must be nice." "You've got it all wrong, Mark." Micah said with a friendly smile, though the response didn't elicit a change in mood from the magician. "I'm merely calling in all the favors I'm owed at this point. Everyone in this carnival has had miracles bestowed upon them, and in return they've agreed to be bound into service until their contracts have been fulfilled. All I'm asking is that those who make deals uphold their end of the bargain." He lifted his hand away, stepping around the young man to admire the symbol crafted from the carved earth. "What does that leave, six more?" "Seven." Mark corrected, his gaze turning back to the symbol. "Seven out of twenty-one. You know, this kind of magic is pretty big stuff. I'm rather curious how you found out the information to make this all possible. And I'm really curious why you intend to release such a powerful creature from his prison. As far as I'm concerned, you're getting in way over your head." "I have my reasons. Just as everyone here had a reason to bind themselves under my contracts, I have a reason to seek the release of the Vermilion Lord. I wouldn't set lose a demigod without having a reason." Stepping back slightly, the ring master turned his attention toward Mark, his eyes narrowing. "I already assured you that nobody would die as a result of what we're trying to do. I've kept my word thus far, and I have no idea why you seem to think I would go back on that now, of all times. Besides, I could just as easily force you to work. You should be grateful that I'm allowing you to keep any control over your body. That should be proof enough of my generosity. Or should I remind you of the rather costly hospital bills you couldn't be paying without my help?" Taking a deep breath, the older man settled himself. "Anyways, I only stopped in to check on your progress. I expect everything to be ready before breakfast." "Of course..." Mark said, feeling defeated. As much as he wanted to argue, Micah had a point. His tired gaze followed the puppeteer as he left the tent, leaving the mage alone with his craft. ¯\(°_o)/¯ "I wonder what Ethaniel and Mary are doing right now...." "I'm sure they're going to text us later on today." Emilyn said, her eyes meeting Madelyn's. "Anyways, it looks like everything is in place. I think Mark is still busy digging around in the dirt, but at least our preparations are ready." She smiled, her gaze drifting about as she looked over their handiwork. Hundreds of fireworks were lined up and ready to go, their main show for the evening. Of course, on this particular night, it was all going to be a nice little distraction, but it wasn't as if anybody else knew that. With a swift motion, she kicked a spare pyrotechnic piece into the air; it took a subtle flick of the wrist to send a narrow jet of flame burning in the direction of the pod, striking it and setting it off, an explosion of blue sparks lighting up the air above the girls. "How's that for expert aim?" "Very nice." Madelyn acknowledged with a smile, clapping as she began walking into her tent, her elder twin bowing before following suit. "I'm sure it'll be helpful tonight. Micah said he wanted us to be ready to defend Mark and Esika once everything starts, but I'm hoping it won't have to come to that." She sighed as she approached a rather large bath, the tub already filled nearly to the top with hot water. "I think I'm going to go ahead and get my bath now, since we never had a chance to properly clean up after our performance last night. Wanna join me?" "Nah, I think I'm going to get some breakfast and then get a few hours of sleep." Emilyn responded, watching as her sister shrugged and began stripping off her own clothing. "I'm sure I'll have time to get cleaned up later, anyways." "Fair enough." The younger twin remarked, stepping over the edge of the tub and settling in, a satisfied sigh escaping her lips. "This feels really great, you have no idea what you're missing." "Yeah yeah, you don't have to remind me. Don't worry, I'll have my bath, just not right now. Anyways, I'll leave you to enjoy yourself." Smiling as Madelyn nodded in response, Emilyn turned away, making her way out of the tent. As she stepped out, zipping the canvas entrance as she emerged into the soft glow of early morning, a small tear rolled down her face, her smile faltering as she began walking. "I really hope you enjoy it, sis." ¯\(°_o)/¯ From morning to afternoon. ¯\(°_o)/¯ "Hey mister, how do you make them do that?" A young man stood on the street corner, twisting the fingers of his outstretched hand in strange ways. Just before him, several crystal spheres floated around the air, as if mimicking his motions. A crowd consisting of many children and several young adults had gathered around to witness the spectacle. Some found themselves frightened by the mysterious act, but many recognized him from the carnival, and were enjoying the free show that he was putting on in public. He turned toward the child that asked, smiling at him as he prompted the glass to twist in more unbelievable ways. "It's not difficult, really." He began, flipping his palm, the spheres increasing in speed slightly as he did so. "It's a skill called telekinesis. It's really a simple one, to be honest with you all. In fact, with enough application, any of you could learn to do the very same thing I'm doing right now." The crowd seemed mesmerized as the spheres continued to spin, twinkling in the sunlight. "Stop what you're doing and put your hands up!" The spheres froze in place as the young man turned to look, along with the crowd, the gathering noticing an officer standing with his gun drawn. Suddenly scattering, there was a clear line of sight between the gifted young man and the officer. "Sir, I haven't been doing anything wrong." He began, turning to face the officer. "I said stop!" The officer yelled once more. "I told you to put your hands up. You try anything funny and I won't hesitate to open fire." "I understand how it is..." The young man began, lifting his hands into the air. As he did, the glass spheres also shot up, still bound to the movements of his hand through his telekinetic power. Not expecting the sudden rise in the spheres, the officer opened fire, one shot hitting the young man above the left eyebrow. He staggered for a second before collapsing to the concrete below, his own act collapsing around him. The crowd hurried away from the scene, the officer left standing over the corpse alone, his gun still held tightly within his grip. ¯\(°_o)/¯ *drip* It's too early to be waking up now... Esika thought to herself, her eyes still closed, trying to fight her way back into unconsciousness despite the afternoon light filtering through her eyelids. What was that pain in her side, anyways? Oh yeah...Shadow, that asshole, he stabbed me during that fight last night. She rolled over, shifting slightly even as she could hear something in the background. It sounded like someone had been watching the news recently and forgot to change the channel. There wasn't anything to really care about until she heard the reporter speaking about a shooting. Esika focused her attention on the news, her eyes still closed tightly as she listened. "--we'll now go live to Micah's Traveling Carnival, where Micah himself has agreed to speak with us. Micah, care to share your thoughts on this tragedy?" "It is regrettable that such a tragedy could not be avoided, surely. Wherever we go, Micah's Traveling Carnival has always been about introducing the unknowing to our world, opening their eyes to the truth in a way that is less likely to alarm them. Despite what the citizens may think, we're nothing more than people ourselves. These things are nothing more than hate crimes, and it always saddens me to see that there are still those intolerant few that don't understand." "But don't you think that your methods could have been the catalyst in this violent act?" "I'm sure that it's a possibility, yes. But I see no excuse for this officer to open fire on a man merely for performing before a crowd for his amusement and theirs. From what I was told, everybody was having a good time, there should have been no way he could have seen our performer as a threat." Esika finally pushed herself up, opening her eyes as she did so. She looked around her room, immediately spotting Erik sleeping in the chair next to her bed, with Kyosuke seated in the chair next to him. Grasping her phone in her left hand, she reached over, tapping Erik on the shoulder with her right. "Hey, Erik." Esika began. She didn't like having to wake him up, but a look at her phone showed that it was already well into the afternoon by now, and she was certain he wouldn't want to be left sleeping all day. Well, I'm glad to see that they spent the night by my side. I wouldn't have expected it... Her thoughts returned to the night before. She could remember him pulling out that shard that Shadow had impaled her with, but everything after that was in the dark. Micah...that man. I guess today's the day... She couldn't suppress the disappointment she was feeling, which was evident in her expression as she gazed down at her phone. |
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| -Aroxys- | Mar 14 2012, 05:51 PM Post #134 |
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The illusionist sighed as he watched the report on the news. Stuff like that was at least half the reason Clock Tower agents didn't go around exposing their talents for the world to see. ...Well, aside from the fact that their magic would lose its effectiveness if too many people knew how to perform it, but the concept of losing their lives just because someone got a little too trigger-happy was just as much of a reason. He rolled his eyes as he considered the fact that a swift death like that would be too good for most Clock Tower mages anyway, himself included, and given their lack of morals it wasn't like people were wrong to distrust them. In fact, it would be somewhat hypocritical for him to say that he trusted his organization more than the general populace since their entire group relies on secrets, treachery, fragile alliances and backstabbing to further their magic. Though to be honest, his first reaction to meeting another magic-user wouldn't be to brutally murder him or her. This is part of the reason why he didn't show any animosity to Marianne, despite her constant attempts to yank his pants down. The other part was that he wanted to know how the hell she managed to locate him despite his being cloaked. He knew it wasn't perfect and that it could never be perfect, what with matter displacement giving him away, but short of being able to see air molecules being displaced she shouldn't have been able to tell he was there. ...Though that kind of mentality is the sort of thing that got the Titanic sunk. The engineers working on that vessel did such a good job on it that they reached the limits of what they could understand, and thus overlooked weaknesses that they didn't know existed. So it was possible that there was an exploit in his current cloaking spell that the homunculus-user figured out, stumbled on, ect. His thoughts turned to the clues he and Ethaniel had been able to gather the previous day, and the results they had so far. The illusionist had worked out the Chinese to mean Crimson Bird, which given the context could only have meant Suzaku. The shark man had more or less pieced together what he needed from the other clue, though Marianne supplied the rest of that answer later on. The illusionist had come to the conclusion that there was going to be some kind of death, with a high probability of it being a mass death, that would result in the rebirth of something. Given what he had seen and heard from the bank 'robbers', it was likely to result in a bad thing. He rubbed his temple as he kept going, and wound up deciding to turn the TV off for now. He wanted to think it was too early in the morning for this, but it was more along the lines of early afternoon, and thus not too early for this kind of thing. "Politics, secret plots, a carnival of people with powers, and here I am, a mildly sociopathic mage with little interest in other people helping a shark man I've previously fought together with and his nymphomaniac/sex-crazed puppeteer friend in unraveling it all and stopping it if necessary. And something tells me that this is one of the more normal groups at work." He once again rolled his eyes as he wondered what he was going to do for the rest of the day. There was little point in breaking into the local police station or to locate the 'robbers' from before, since the former was rife with incompetence and were unlikely to yield anything useful while the latter had already done a great deal for them, possibly all they could do even. Thus they were exhausted resources. Of course, they weren't the only possibly resources. ...No, those two resources might not be as useless as he thought. He was starting to make leaps of logic since there was very little to go by, and he had to consider a lot of variables. There was the distinct possibility that those fire-using twins would be valuable resources, but he didn't want to just up and accuse them of anything. Nothing made a secret organization more guarded than the confirmation that someone not of their number suspects them of knowing more than they should. Thus, he'd keep looking for information in a passive manner. |
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| -Fenix- | Apr 1 2012, 11:24 PM Post #135 |
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"Twas a cold and rainy night.........I know that because I washed my car that day. There I was......THUNDER CLAP........, trapped in a lovely decorated room with a sexy hot chick. The reason I was trapped was because she forgot where she put the key. For some reason, we were naked, but we didn't mind. We.....gave in to each other......like Shepherd gave in to that soldier chick or the blue chick, depending on your choice; the intercourse that night was hot, blurry and pixelated....just like Ass Affect. As the Heavy Rain Silent Hill Downpoured, I felt something red squirting all over the place; it was dark red black chunks of something. I was surprised of course, I thought I got shanked again in my penile tissue.....just like that time I tried tap dancing with chicks wearing high heels. Anyways, so there I was, working harder, making it better, doing faster while making myself stronger, and I discover that the source of all of that blood is the chick I was Hot Coffeeing. Turns out, she was having her......what was it called......I know I studied somewhere......dammit I'm a med student I should know this stuff.......oh right, the menstrual cycle. She kept moaning and groaning in pleasure as I 'X'ed and circled and analogue sticked her. As for me, I dragged my awesome, Japanese made, so much better than yours, long thingy out. Suddenly, I heard a man shout CUT right in my ear. I looked to my right, and I found a crew of cameramen and directors and whatnot. My eyes widened as I came to the conclusion that I was punked by Japanese Ashton Kutcher.....I was doing a live action hentai thing. And to make it worse, I was in a La Blur Girl thing! You should've seen those stupid plastic tentacles that I had to use to rape chicks. At that moment, I despised the fact that I was Japanese......I should've been raping nurses, not some random bimbos THUNDER CLAP!" Kyosuke looked away from the window he sat next to and over to the patient lying in the bed next to him; the bed provided a resting place for a man in his late twenties. The man was happy to have some company in the hospital even though he was hospitalized because of a broken knee; his excitement made him listen intently to what Kyosuke was saying. However, the man was found emaciated, his eyes completely white, with traces of vomit and blood littering his face and chest; a note was attached to his chest stating "tell my mom I love her, but this is too much for any human to handle". "Poor guy......he committed suicide before I told him that the story was not real. Oh well, better leave his rotting corpse before the cops get here." Kyosuke exited the room, whistling happily as he walked towards the door belonging to the room where Esika was hospitalized. "Sorry I was late, I was telling a story to a lonely patient. Too bad he was terminally ill......he died before I could tell him more. He he he he he!" Edited by Fenix, Apr 1 2012, 11:25 PM.
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