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| Arcana Fang | Aug 1 2011, 06:16 AM Post #1 |
Bullshit Patrol
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Hell or High Water Prologue In the beginning, there was only the Creator. An omnipotent being with limitless power and magnitude with no past, for the Creator simply has existed before and during the creation of time. Now, you may hear different stories about how the Creator made our planet Earth, and more importantly how he made us, but what I’m about to tell you is how he made his first creation in his own image, the angel. The angel can go by many names and can fit many different shapes or forms, but mostly resemble a human being with wings sprouting forth from their back. The first angel, made in the Creator’s image was named Satan. He was the perfect being next to the Creator himself. He was beautiful, strong, wise, and full of free will. The Creator made Satan to lead the other angels, and in doing so, made his servants. The angels were made to serve the Creator and do his bidding. They were faithful creatures and worked hard to please the Creator and to worship him, especially Satan. He made it his own personal goal to be as he was made to be: a leader for the angels. However, in crafting something as perfect as Satan, the Creator placed full faith in Satan’s conscious and free will. This would be where the mighty Satan would fall. During the eternity that lasted before time began, Satan began to question the Creator and his own servitude to him. Satan, being perfect in nearly every way when compared to his master, was certainly capable of taking the reins from the Creator and running the cosmos his own way. This would mark the beginning of Satan’s fall. Although using his natural leadership over his fellow angels, Satan could only sway a third of his brethren towards his cause. He kept this pact secret however, as to draw attention to the Creator would be his undoing… During this time of treason and secrecy, the Creator had made the universe we now know as our home, and presented it to Satan. Although the Creator would rule over the universe, he wanted Satan to hold dominion over Earth, as well as to watch over and serve the Creator’s newest creation: mankind. Satan accepted this newest honor with swift appreciation, and as he left the Creator’s chamber he pondered why the Creator needed to make another race of beings, especially those that would be made in the Creator’s image, just like Satan himself. They would have free will, eternal life, and rule over Satan and his angels. Satan would not let that happen, and planned to seize the throne of the Creator before mankind would see its first day. Satan gathered his forces and told them of their fate, and how they would take the Creator’s throne, and Satan himself would lead the universe and have his angels serve him. As the angels made their way to the throne of the Creator, Michael stepped forth with his own forces to stop Satan’s attempt to harm their Creator. Satan, still under his own free will, continued with his plan and the angels began their fight. The battle was harsh, with each side using weapons on their brothers, and killing each other in a place where no violence had dwelled before. Suddenly, the Creator burst forth from his throne room and with one sweep of his mighty hands, swept both sets of angels aside and demanded Satan to explain himself. As Satan told the Creator of his intentions, including his own plan to take the Creator’s place, the omnipotent being took Michael and made him leader of the angels he had served, stealing Satan’s perfection. Satan knew now, he would be defeated and made an attack at the Creator. His blade slashed through the Creator’s torso, and in retaliation, the Creator raised his hands, and tossed Satan and his followers downward into the inner part of Earth, a prison made of fire and torture called Hell. As the Creator walked back to his throne room wounded, he made a promise to Michael that although Satan’s free will had corrupted him, he would never take anything’s free will away from them, as they could choose to serve the Creator or perish on the Day of Judgment that would come for the Creator to ultimately exact justice on Satan and his now Fallen Angels. Now, I’m sure you know the rest of the story right? Yeah, Satan managed to ruin humanity and damn mankind to a fate like his, but again, here is another part I’m sure you don’t know. The Creator decided to give Adam and Eve the power to manipulate their inner power, and use some of the original power that was meant for them in ruling the angels and the Earth. They were deemed the first Magi, select individuals that can manipulate their energy in ways that seem like magic, enhance their abilities, and even take on new forms of existence. Over the ages however, Satan has tried to conquer the Earth and enslave the human race through his soldiers, the demons which were the descendants of The Fallen. Being immortal and without a sex, the Fallen could reproduce only by sacrificing their feathers, but being created in Hell made the demons able to reproduce with each other, creating the monsters we know of. This is where the story gets REALLY interesting, now listen up… The Creator decided not to meddle in the affairs of man on a personal level and instead, left the natural and spiritual elements of Earth and the universe split between six Magi. These six Magi were to forever serve the Creator, and were called the Oracles. The Oracles could control one of the six elements of the Universe: Time, Space, Life, Death, Darkness, and Light. These Oracles were a manifestation of the Creator’s will and ruled over human life in secrecy. Satan ultimately decided to take the fight to Earth and he trained a demon on terrifying strength named Dimitri to hunt down the Magi race and draw out the Oracles. Because Satan could not leave Hell, he used Dimitri as his iron fist, and wreaked havoc on the human plane. The Magi Wars lasted for many years, until some mysterious turn of events caused Dimitri to use his own free will to switch sides and betray the ultimate betrayer. Dimitri led the Magi to the inner sanctums of Hell and fought against the Devil on his own. Using his newfound strength through the Oracles assistance, Dimitri mortally wounded the Devil but could not bring the Fallen One down. The Oracles power did however allow Dimitri to seal off the Devil from his followers and create a block to the portal to Hell. Many years passed by and Dimitri disappeared from the human world and those who were not the Magi forgot about demonkind. That was until now… Tartarus, the Oracle of Death has chosen to leave the Order of the Oracles and now claims to have made his bed with those demons that would free Satan from his bonds and rule the Earth and gather enough power to take the Creator’s kingdom. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Ryoa, look at that!”Scott Gainsly shouted to his brother as he pointed towards the starry-filled sky as a shooting comet hurtled past them. Ryoa raised his eyes toward the southern night sky, catching a glimpse of the passing object, and then returned to staring out towards the mountains that separated his sleepy little town of Mineral Bluff, a population of some 6000 odd people from the 50 mile stretch of freeway that separated the city from the suburbs of Atlanta. Here on Gainsly Manor, a plantation-styled mansion scattered among the various ancient oaks covering the highest point in the city. “Yeah, Scott, we see that kind of thing all the time man…I don’t get why you enjoy them so much.” Ryoa said with half a laugh in his voice. “You never know when you’ll get another Bubba. Take it in.” Scott retorted as his raised himself off of the tailgate of his red Ford F-350 pickup truck. As the young man’s feet landed firmly on the concrete driveway that surrounded the massive eight vehicle garage, another shooting star or comet made its way searing past the pair. The only thing separating this object from the previous one was the crimson color and tail of its fire, as well as the fact that it collided with the parking lot of the Wal-Mart that was ten miles from the mansion with a loud explosion of payment, debris, earth, and pedestrian cars that ignited a fiery mess when mixed with their gasoline. “Damnit!!!" Scott yelled. “Ryoa, get in the truck now! We’ve got to get to town, Dad was out there!” Ryoa quickly arose from his spot next to the passenger side of the vehicle, opened the door, filled his seat and slammed the door shut. He made sure to have his seat belt already in place as Scott decided to pull a Dukes of Hazzard window entrance as he simultaneously fired the engines up and shifted the truck in drive, floored it, and with smoke billowing from where the tires met the concrete, blasted off to where this mysterious comet had decided to crash at the towns Wal-Mart. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (((OOC: Hahahahaha, I bet you never saw something like that coming with that kind of prologue eh? Well, then welcome to Hell or High Water. For those of you who want to know where this falls into canon, this story actual comes before Segment Alpha. The town, Mineral Bluff is a town with a few traces of city-like structure but retains the sleepy little charming town feeling you’d expect in the middle of nowhere. The state is Georgia, so if you don’t know how things work in the south, then get ready to learn from a writer’s own harsh self-critique! Some notes: 1. The Magi subtitle is to explain anything that you might not able to truly explain for those that want to make new characters, or refit an older character into this story. 2. If you would be so kind as to include your character link in your initial post, I would greatly appreciate it! 3. If my explanations of the town and everything in it need to be graphically represented, or there are any questions, please send me a PM or a small Out-Of-Character post similar to this would be fine before your actual In-Character post. 4. Let’s have some fun, and again. This is the Southern part of the United States, think…Deliverance, with some supernatural crazy shit going on…I hope these good ol’ boys know what they’re getting into! (I will post Ryoa’s sheet shortly, I swear!) |
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| -Arem- | Aug 2 2011, 08:17 AM Post #2 |
Fabulous Homosexual
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Sitting atop the Coca-Cola Headquarters tower in Atlanta, a lone cloaked figure surveyed the brightly lit city that night. Viper was somewhat bored. He hadn't had a contract to deal with for the last few days, and the energy inside of him was demanding a release. Even the intoxicating brandy he was drinking wasn't calming him down. Because of the lull in contracts, he decided to ride to Atlanta to see if there was something going on down here. However, for a big city, it was more well behaved then Chicago, New York or Los Angeles...his usual stops. He didn't know why he chose Atlanta. He just felt like something might be going down here, even though Miami was not too far away and more promising for some action. Yet something prompted him to stay here. So, he stayed, occasionally relocating from one tall building to another. Still, there seemed to be no end to the monotony. With one last swig of brandy, he turned towards the ledge where his grappling hook had hooked a rope on, permitting his climb. As he crouched to climb down, he thought he heard something. As he concentrated, it sounded something like a rocket thruster flying over. Standing up, he scanned the skies for the source of the noise. Quickly, he found something like a star in the sky. However, stars didn't shine that bright, plus stars were very difficult to see in the bath of lights of nighttime Atlanta. Watching it more, he noticed it was growing bigger. It finally came to him that it was no star: It was a meteorite...and a big one. He ducked instinctively as the roar of the passing starborne object flew overhead swiftly, the roar itself shaking the concrete beneath his feet. He could hear cars peeling and honking of horns as he rose back up, tracking the meteorite. Soon, it struck the earth several miles away with a rumbling boom. Viper narrowed his eyes at the resulting flash, and was instantly curious. "Hmm...this just might be interesting..." Viper hurled himself over the edge, sliding down the rope. At the bottom rested his motorcycle, Sabretooth. Recalling his grapple, he hopped aboard and peeled out as he shot off. It would take him several minutes to get there, but he reasoned that whatever that was, it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. |
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| -Eternally Fallen- | Aug 8 2011, 02:43 AM Post #3 |
The Darkness
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((Skeletal profile is skeletal. I'll try to fill it out a little better shortly.)) *taptaptap* Behind the wheel of a 1969 Mustang sat a girl who couldn't have been older than her late teens, her fingers dancing rhythmically against a steering wheel older than she was. Wind whipped her short brown hair about her face thanks to the pulled-back convertible hood as her piece of American muscle barreled down the highway at eighty-five. The speakers were blaring Pantera as loud as physically possible, but the cowboys from hell could barely keep her attention; the best response they could illicit from the inattentive girl was a disenchanted bobbing of her head on occasion. It was clear that she was rather displeased with something, glancing downward, distracted, as each mile marker passed her by. In her lap sat a cell phone, the power bar blinking rapidly. It was clear the device would be out of juice at any moment. Her features contorted into a frown as the device suddenly powered down, prompting her to toss the device into the passenger seat. She is not gonna be happy if I miss her call... Miranda thought to herself with a melancholy sigh, her gaze shifting from the road to her phone and then back again. ...Assuming she's able to call at all. Her best friend Michelle was suppose to call her and let her know once she'd left their hometown, but that time had passed several hours ago. They were suppose to have left together, but the older girl had said she needed to take care of a few things before departing, leaving her to traverse the southern states all alone. As she continually monitored her phone over the hours, several hundred miles had already passed, the mile markers and speed limit signs the only things to keep her company on the lonely stretch of highway. An unexpected sign caught her eye as she drove, the girl focusing on the reflective material as it came within easy view. "Mineral Bluff in twenty miles? Well, some rest would definitely be nice after hours behind the wheel. I can at least fill up again, if I don't just stop for the night." A yawn escaped her as she noticed the glowing streak of a shooting star above; though it held a red glow, she didn't pay much attention to it. A track change managed to bring a smile to her lips, the unrecognizable opening to Walk playing from her speakers with the intensity of a live concert. Her fingers began to bounce against the aged wheel in tune with the music, her head bobbing gently in unison. "Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence;" Miranda sang out with renewed enthusiasm, smiling cheerfully. "One step from lashing out at you. You want in to get under my skin and call yourself a friend. I've got more friends like you, what do I...do...." She trailed off, even as the song continued to sound out loudly from her sound system. A sudden swirl of crimson in the air had caught her off guard, her eyes narrowing as she glanced toward the source. A disheveled man wandered along the side of the road, barely visible in dark clothes even as the distance between them grew lesser with each passing second. Her eyes met his for an instant, an intense glare originating from sunken tired eyes before he was left behind just like the many miles she'd already driven. A cold shiver ran down her spine as the ill-intent that bled from the wayward individual slowly faded away, a few small beads of sweat sitting on her forehead. "I can't wait to get off the highway and stretch my legs..." |
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| Daiyi | Aug 8 2011, 01:14 PM Post #4 |
Graduate
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/* sup, guys. I have no idea how I'm supposed to join RPs/how to tell if they're full or closed/do linear algebra, so PM me or something if I happen to do anything out of line. g'day :D */ One hand on the wheel and the other grasped the volume dial and killed the smooth jazz that had been competing with the rumble of that eternal wheels-versus-highway conflict as they rolled down the freeway, and then the hand transfered to a cell phone. Justine snapped out of her sleepy-headed daze at the sound of voices and shook her head clear before resting her chin back on her hand, looking out the window into the darkened night sky as she half-listened to the driver's phone conversation. "What I- but there's somewhere I need to make a stop at first, and th- hey now, that's a little sudden, but I- wait, no. No, I- Fine, but- Okay. I hear you." Conversation over, but the music was still silenced. "Hey, kid, I'm really sorry about this, but it looks like I have to leave you here." Justine's eyes widened at the sudden change in the gameplan. Hitch hiking wasn't supposed to work like this! She whipped her head around, hair flying. "What? What do you mean--" "Gotta make a detour. Can't know I've got human cargo. I'll drop you off at the nearest town, that okay?" "Pffft what kind of shenanigans are you in that doesn't- nevermind, you'd best not answer that, aahaha." Justine laughed with a nervous edge. His face was honest enough, but this was the most sketchy turn of events. The driver slammed the breaks and finally turned to look the girl in the face. "I'll drop you off here, eh? One mile in and it's Mineral Bluff. G'luck." "ATLANTA! I NEED TO GET TO-" "Sorry, kid." He seemed genuinely apologetic. Justine gave him one last split second of desperate puppy dog eyes for good measure before popping the door handle, slinging on her bag and grabbing her board and jumping out, all in one motion. Like the good old days of being dropped off at swim practice -- same deal, slinging on her swim bag and sliding out the car, breaking into a quick jog as to not arrive late and incur 50 pushups of punishment. Ahaha, but minus the running. Justine slammed the door and waved at her former ticket to the capital of Georgia as it sped down the highway. The Asian girl sighed and dropped her bag and her board, stretched her arms and legs. Mineral Bluff. Oh god that name even had the ring of obscurity and nowhereness to it. Probably a ghost town, population 8 (if you count the wolves), or drug dealer-infested lowlife hangout. Or riddled with cowboys past their prime on the prowl for wayward spirits. Whelp, nothing mass-produced horror movies like a Californian born-and-raised kid's imagination running wild. Justine pulled out her Blackberry from her back pocket, realizing it was still powered off. Unffff, she suppressed her thumb's urge to kiss the call key and bring life to the smartphone's screen. Life and 9000 alternatingly reasoning, raging, and pleading voicemails from a lovely boy who cared. But what else could she do now? She was stuck in fucking nowhereland, with no tent and no food and no cars passing by to speak of. He ... they'd broken up last spring but he still had a personal vendetta against her self-destructive tendencies. She tolerated it, and, well, possibly perhaps kind of maybe still had feelings for him, so finding out exactly what he thought of her latest escapade of hitch-hiking down the coast from Massachusettes to Georgia chasing down some artifact that would be on display for a limited time there so she could add some awesome flourishes to her magic would-- OH MY SCIENCE WHAT WAS THAT MASSIVE FLASH- Justine's eyes tracked the quick path of a streak in the star-laddened night sky until it disappeared into the earth, obstructed by a path of trees, a split second later. Oh man. This would probably catch the eye, antennae and tentacle of every godforsaken mythical being in the vicinity, but hey, she was miles away from her babysitter, and miles away from her intended destination as well. Maybe whatever magical things this trouble magnet meteorite would attract would give her a ride to Atlanta! Or at least a place to stay the night. Justine dropped her board and pushed hard off the ground, coasting the slight downhill all the way into town. /* TAKE THAT, CODY. OHOHOHO */ Edited by Daiyi, Aug 8 2011, 01:20 PM.
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Aug 8 2011, 11:49 PM Post #5 |
Part man...part beast...full psycho!
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(You join by jumping in and I've never heard of an RP being full or closed (unless you mean locked because it's ended), so I don't think you have anything to worry about. :D) As far as mythical creatures go, there was one with an agenda, a goal that has fuelled it's very existance. The dark creature had travelled far and wide, hot on the trail of any number of potential targets. This being was by no means a master tracker, but using various abilities at it's disposal, it had managed to locate a disturbingly large source of dark aura, one that indicated a demonic threat. Nightmare was not sure if this was one powerful demon or several hellspawn that had been set loose upon the hapless citizens of this small town, but whatever the case, he had finally arrived. He had quietly made his way through the forest surrounding the town, easily using the cover of darkness to conceal his pressence as necessary, before he had arrived close to the main road. Using the road as a reference, he continued the rest of his trek and had found himself by the town's center, taking his hunt to the rooftops of the small buildings lining the streets. This looks pertinent to my investigation... Below him, he could see what one would refer to as a disaster area. There was a glowing object in the midst of a smouldering crater in a supermarket's parking lot. The area was surrounded by the debris of damaged vehicles and tarmac, as well as the charred remains of any unsuspecting victims of the meteorite like object. Emergency vehicles were already at the scene, the police closing it off to the public as onlookers gathered, the press being the most persistent of the crowd. Nightmare continued observing, not being able to act due to the large amount of people who would bear witness to his form. While even the more occult would find his image disturbing and shock inducing, he knew fell well that people in these more rural parts of the world would cause a much larger commotion. He did not want nor need the attention, so he was fully content with waiting until everyone had vacated the area before investigating the rock. |
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| Arcana Fang | Aug 9 2011, 04:41 AM Post #6 |
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"Damn it all to hell Ryoa! Why the hell are there so many people at Walmart?!" were the only words Ryoa could make out between the roar of the diesel engine and Scott's custom-made 1000 watt stereo system that systematically blasted out bass lines between each gear shift. The red behemoth banked hard right and one of Ryoa's hand latched onto his safety handle (appropriately called the "OH SHIT" handle when anyone rode with Scott) and the plastic dash of the interior. As the pads on the breaks connected with the wheels, and the wheels gripped the pavement, a high screeching noise was produced along with smoke from the friction of said materials being connected. Ryoa's eyes were wide open as his side of the truck vaulted closer and closer towards the blue and red lights flashing before his eyes. His heart pounded in his ears, along with giving his face a fresh flush of red as all of his adrenaline and blood ran to his head. He could almost imagine it: Scott running into a cop car, going to jail, Julian beating the hell out of them...wait, Julian was right there!!! Standing right in the center of the island of asphault, police yellow tape, and people decked out in uniform was none other than Julian Gainsly, Ryoa's father. Julian was a white male in his late 40's who had already been blessed with enough grey hair with the name's Scott and Ryoa all over them. He was very well built to be as old as he was. He made Scott, who was "toned to the max" as he called it, look like a wimp. His hair was pulled back into a pony tail that helped his grey beard and mustache frame his stress-wrinkled face. He wore a simple white and red flannel shirt with blue jeans, and stood right next to what appeared to be a hole in the earth...wait...that was where...oh shit... The meteor-like object that had struck the parking lot here at the Mineral Bluff Walmart had also taken down Julian's own red 1970 Dodge Charger. Where once had stood the countless hours of polish, rebuilding, and maintenance now rested a crater with dark scorching marks and an object that rested at least ten feet in the ground, glowing red hot from it's travel through the stratosphere and with the additional fires of combustion from impact. Ryoa snapped back into thought when he heard the ding-ding-ding-ding of the door alarm being opened and a loud thump as Scott's boots planted the man outside the vehicle. Ryoa reached over and unfastened his seat belt, opened his own door, careful not to hit his door into the police car he was inches away from, and got out of the truck. "Scott, I swear your going to be the death of me one day..." Ryoa managed to say as the pair walked up to the black cop giving them the evil eye, having witnessed Scott's NASCAR-like maneuver almost go wrong and total out his car: Barry. Barry was a family friend, having pulled the boys out of trouble more times than he could count on one hand. He always looked on top of his game with his solid white police shirt lined with his name in the embroidery and his blue officer pants. But this time, he looked generally concerned as Scott and Ryoa made their way to him. "Scott, I'll be damned if I have to give you reckless driving ticket in the middle of all this!" Barry yelled with his baritone voice, as if his look couldn't melt the hair's on Scott's head already. "Wait a min-" Scott tried to muster as Berry held up a finger in protest. Julian, having witnessed his boys make their appearance on the scene as they always did, kept talking to the sandy blonde cop whom Ryoa had never noticed. Julian must have said something to the cop, indicating that the two hooligans (as Ryoa had managed to read Julian's lips from this far away) were his sons, and that they were safe to have past the restriction tape. Barry noticed the look from the other cop, shook his head, sighed, and raised the tape as the boys made their way to their father. As Ryoa walked towards the center of the scene, he took it all in. The parking lot had been filled with about 70 cars, and the meteor had struck dead center to where Julian's car had been, and the surrounding damage had destroyed 6 cars and probably killed a few people in the process. There were too many lights here too, flashes from cameras, emergency lights and police lights filled the dead of night along with the street lights dotting the parking lot. "Boys, your lucky to have your old man here, he was just heading out of the store when this...object took out his vehicle." the cop said, his shirt saying Sanders. Ryoa managed to look deeper down into the hole now, and couldn't believe what he saw. The object was in fact more like a diamond than it was a random chunk of space junk. It reflected the light hitting it, showing off a black glossy surface with a dark red center that swirled inside the object. It almost looked as if the black diamond contained a depiction of the milky way galaxy, violently swirling inward. surprisingly, Ryoa was the first to speak to his father, "Dad, are you ok?" Julian cleared his throat, then proceeded to speak. "Yes son I am, although I'm out of a ride obviously..." he looked down at the scar in the earth where his car had been not half an hour ago, " ...so I'm glad you and your brother showed up." Then it came out of nowhere. It was like someone had cranked up the static on a television. Ryoa could hear it so clearly in his ears, as he gripped his head with his hands. And just as fast as it had appeared, the white noise vanished. Ryoa straightened back up, standing erect. Julian and the cop were looking at the pair of them with strange glances, apparently Ryoa and Scott had had the same episode. Then it came back like a tidal wave crashing down on him. His sight was gone, replaced with a dark void. He wasn't in the parking lot, he wasn't in Mineral Bluff, he wasn't even in his own body. He was somewhere else entirely...somewhere in a mental block. As if someone had tapped into his brain and opened up a blank channel. Greetings... it said with a scratchy, deep, guttural voice. My name is Saren, and this is your wake up call... Ryoa could now see a long figure standing in the corner of his mind, covered in a white robe, with the cowl hiding any feature of it's face. This must have been Saren, the voice talking to him this very moment. This object is called...the key. This key will allow the spiritual borders of the planes to be broken. The hooded figure raised one of it's arms, and began to speak again. Let us pray that the Oracles break through first... Saren disappeared, and along with his departure went the void. Ryoa was standing where he had been a few moments before... Julian and Scott both looked at him with wide eyes and opened mouths. A watery sound echoed from nearby, and a biped creature covered in jet black skin stood directly behind Sanders. The policeman had little time to react before a jagged hand of four claws tore into the flesh and bone of the man's body and stained his shirt with his own blood, killing the man instantly. The creature had the body of a human but the head of what someone would depict as a dragon or lizard. Ryoa, Julian, and Scott all turned towards the creature, as it retracted it's arm and let the corpse of Sanders fall to the ground, blood spewing from the open hole in the middle of the man's body. Two rounds rang out from Officer Barry's glock from about ten feet away, tearing holes into the creatures temple and jaw and leaving little evidence that it even had a face as it also fell to the ground. Barry ran over to them and lowered himself to feel Sander's pulse. There was no heart beat on the other side of Sander's skin. He was gone. "What the hell was that Julian!?!" Barry yelled towards the older man. Then he pressed down on his radio transmitter which could be heard distantly through the parking lot as the other emergency crew's radio chirped over Barry's command. We have a two-eighty-two MB Dispatch, one Officer Sanders badge number...he looked down at Sander's badge, 7436 with unknown hostile also down. Possible that more hostiles are in the area, send in backup ASAP, over. Ryoa and Scott looked at the creature lying on the ground, spewing a dark purple blood from where it's head was suppose to be. From what training Julian had given the boys, Ryoa knew this was a demon, called a Lesser Demon: vicious, animalistic attackers that acted as park wolf, part reptile. They were quick to attack and moved with fluid-like velocity. It was covered in dark, glassy scales that covered most of the flesh of the creature except where it's elongated neck and head used to be, which had a pale and almost rubbery texture to it. The rippling watery sound swooshed through Ryoa's ears, and he quickly began looking around to find out what exactly was causing it. To his left, on a rooftop, an oval with blood-red runic symbols covering it appeared in the night sky, it looked like a circle with the same swirling pattern as the key lying in the ground not four feet from Ryoa. Light leaked from the symbol, leaving the silhouette of what appeared to be another Lesser Demon, before filling in the outline with the flesh and body of the demonic entity. The demon smelled the air, looked around at where the four men stood near the key, and hunkered down, opening it's mouth a letting a shrieking, jagged roar that burst froth from the demon's lungs. Barry raised his pistol towards the rooftop, and as he did nine more portals lighted the sky red and released another nine demonic creatures, all staring down from the rooftop above. ((Just in case you were wondering, if your playing a character, you heard the message too! lol)) Edited by Arcana Fang, Aug 9 2011, 05:59 PM.
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Aug 14 2011, 06:53 AM Post #7 |
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Part man...part beast...full psycho!
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(I only just noticed the edit today. Thanks for giving me something to do. >:3) Nightmare was still observing the scene below, trying to make out what the crowd was discussing, when he was mentally assaulted, his senses bombarded by a horrible noise, disorienting him to the point where he fell back and clamped his hands to his ears. It eased up for a moment before returning in full force, sending sharp pains throught his body. Before long he began to hear a rather disturbing voice, calling out to him within the confines of his mind. Greetings...my name is Saren, and this is your wake up call... Nightmare did not even have the strength to respond, as his vision blurred, showing him the silhouette of some creature standing at the end of his vision. The apparition was obviously only in his mind and despite being invulnerable to mental influence, illusions and telepathic abilities, this "vision" continued to play out. This object is called...the key. This key will allow the spiritual borders of the planes to be broken. The apparition raised it's arms, as if summoning forth something from the heavens, which only caused Nightmare to feel iminent dread as it began to speak with it's grating voice again. Let us pray that the Oracles break through first... And with that, everything was back to normal, as if nothing had happened. Nightmare's senses had returned to normalcy, although his head was still in a little pain from the mental assault. Clearly, it had been more forceful due to the nature of his mental protection, yet for all intents and purposes he was fine. More importantly he was already working on deciphering what the creature was trying to tell him and, before he knew it, there was a commotion down below. He leaped to his feet, grabbing hold of the side of the roof to get a better view when he heard gunshots firing amidst the crowd. Focussing on the area closest to the glowing rock, it appeared that the police had engaged something...a very alien creature unlike anything Nightmare had ever seen before. Yet Raum told him clearly that the creature was evil, already killing one of the officers before being put down. A young boy down below began looking frantically around on the rooftops, prompting him to slink back a little to avoid being detected, when he saw what Ryoa had; tears in the fabric of reality itself had begun to form and out of each one came another vile lizard monster, ten in total. "Dear God!" He had no time to observe, he needed to act now. He was still under the cover of darkness and it would have been rather difficult to easily identify him on the rooftops. He leaped from rooftop to rooftop, brandishing Raum as a broadsword as he cleaved a way through the creatures, slashing and stabbing one after the other. They were rather simple creatures and easily disposed of, reminding him of the Imps of Hell. He had the element of surprise; they neither expected him nor did they see him coming for them until it was too late. Before long, he had gone through all ten of them, slinking back into the shadows once again and holding his ground to see if any others would appear. |
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| -Arem- | Aug 14 2011, 08:27 AM Post #8 |
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Fabulous Homosexual
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Viper had already arrived in Mineral Bluff after peeling through the Chattahoochee Forest, quite possibly sending land-speed records and leading the pursuing highway police on a merry chase. Despite his enjoyment in taunting the authorities, it wasn't quite so enjoyable when you had a goal to worry about. Viper had come to this literally-backwoods city to find the celestial object that feel from the sky. Some strange instinct told him to follow it, and so here was here. Beat chugging down brandy on the tops of Atlanta. He was now stopped at one corner, trying to see any sign of where the meteor had crashed into, when he started to hear this hissing noise like the snow on a television. Suddenly, it pierced through his mind and he gripped his head. It was so loud that his very vision was turning white. Suddenly, it stopped. Panting, Viper breathed. "What the fuck was tha-GAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" It returned more ferociously and he felt himself fall off his motorcycle. Gripping his head in agony, he tried to block it out but to no avail, and he felt his nerves peel with pain. It died again, and he opened his eyes...only to see nothing but blackness. His body was so numb that it felt like his soul had departed his body and was now floating about in null-space. "Greetings..." Viper felt his mind peel a hard 180 and he finally saw something: a figure in a flowing white cloak with a hood so large that to hid the figures face. Viper felt like whipping out his guns and painting that white cloak red with its own blood, but he could not. "My name is Saren, and this is your wake up call..." Viper tried to respond, but could not. Something held his tongue. "Who the fuck is this guy?" He watched the figure raise one arm. "This object is called...the key." "What object? What fucking key!?" "This key will allow the spiritual borders of the planes to be broken." Viper's thoughts went silent. That didn't sound good. He watched the figure now raise both arms as if he was about to summon the Wrath of God from heaven. "Let us pray that the Oracles break through first..." Viper wanted to scream out, when suddenly he saw the night sky again, as well as the obnoxiously bright lights of the street lights. Blinking, he slowly rose back up, finding his bike in idle right next to him where he fell. Working his way back to his feet, he puzzled at what he just "saw." Viper feared little, but whatever that was, it rattled him. Looking around, he saw a column of smoke and could hear the peeling of police sirens towards the smoke. Viper narrowed his eyes: the meteor. He hoisted himself aboard and took off again, trying to stop thinking about the mind trip. Maybe that brandy did something to him after all.... As he got closer, he became aware of the familiar smell of burning concrete and gasoline, but there was another smell: sulfur. Viper pursed his lips. Just what fell from the skies? He peeled to a stop at what appeared to be a local Walmart, and already there was a crowd gathering. Viper leaped from his mount to the top of a vehicle and saw the damage: a meteorite had smashed right into the parking lot and appeared to have taken a few cars and trucks with it. But there was something else: corpses of things he never saw before, and a lot of blood. He felt his left arm burn at the smell of the blood, and thought about ignoring it. Then an idea came to him; satisfying the burn would give him an opportunity to look at these things more closely. Not thinking twice, he left off again over the heads of the crowds, who gasped and scattered at his leap overhead. Ignoring the cries of surprise, he landed on the sorched cement and headed to the nearest corpse. At once, police intervened. "Sir! Please leave for your own safety!" Viper looked at the officer, initially surprised that he wasn't out to arrest him. Perhaps the federal investigators were too proud to divulge the Viper's escapades to backwater cops. Viper then noticed that the cop was terrified...but not of him. Viper gave him a dumb look and said "Do I look like some dumbfuck pussy who would piss his pants at the sight of danger?" The police officer noted that Viper was heavily armed. At once, he asked. "Did you kill these things?" Viper looked around and saw that most of the unknown corpses were hewn into pieces. Viper shook his head. "Wasn't me this time." "What are you doing here?" said the cop. Viper then whipped off the large glove that was covering his left arm. The cop let out a choice expletive at seeing the Viper's arm. Viper ignored him and plunged his clawed hand into the demonic-looking corpse. At once, the arm began pulsating yellow light from his fingertips and up his arm. The corpse twitched and made terrible noises as it withered into a husk and fell into ashed. Viper then stood up and shook his left arm out and sighed. As he did, he felt like someone was watching him in the shadows. He looked, but couldn't see anyone. Yet he felt someone was there, and his instincts never lied. Narrowing his eyes, he merely said. "I was hungry." ((Man, I was waiting for an opportunity to post again. Thanks for the help!)) Edited by Arem, Aug 15 2011, 04:29 AM.
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| Daiyi | Aug 14 2011, 09:09 PM Post #9 |
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Graduate
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/* @Arcanafang: its =/= it's its -> shows possession, eg "its nest is on fire", "its face was green", "its gnarled tentacles grasped at the young woman's neck". it's -> short for "it is", eg "it's hot in here", "grammar - it's fun \o/" Sorry, this is one of two common grammatical errors that really bother me >: */ The little Asian girl footbreaked to a stop as she carved into the parking lot of a cute little town center. Oh man, el Walmart! Cereal and milk for dinner? Mmm cold milk with cereal sounded so excellent right now- Before she had a chance to obtain a midnight snack, she was promptly whisked away to an alternate dimension, ish. What the- Oh snap, a demon of sorts! It didn't look or sound like a chum who'd offer her a ride on its back to Atlanta, though, before the girl could get her hopes up. Meh. Nice demons were a luxury these days, she had to admit. Justine listened up to the dark figure's words -- not like she had other options, being immobilized and such, but it would have been nice to have been able to reply (she'd suggest honey tea for his unfortunate raspy voice). Wake-up call? I'm awake, I'm awake! ... mayhaps? This did seem pretty dreamtastic. And - Oracles? Oracles. That sounded familar but she couldn't quite place-- probably a term dropped in a book from her studies, hmm. Justine pondered this over her slight supernatural-induced migraine as all returned to normal. But hey! Perhaps those boys chilling by the meteor she'd followed here could explain this madness -- what, they had guns? She kicked the ground and rode the momentum towards the gathering as another demon (this one less mentally intrusive) popped out of nowhere and proceeded to spear the nearest man. ... oh god, what was she getting herself into? Lack of hitch-hiking intuition was quickly devolving into a much more involved predicament. Fffff. Her gazed shifted from the "key" to where the boys were now looking and spotted the most curious displays of microweather. No wait, were these "doors"? And the entering specimens the "guests"? And we're the "hosts" who must entertain these lovely travelers? This was going to be an issue, wasn't it, what with the massive "key" sitting there on the parking lot. It probably needed to be destroyed somehow. Possibly with explosions. Justine momentarily mourned her choice of magic specialization (water, when fire would be rather useful right now). Justine's foot hit the ground again as police cars zipped past her. "Eyy!" she called, latching on to the last of them and gliding the rest of the way to the former car and what she assumed were its passengers. "Hey guys, I know this is sudden and there is a lack of time for proper acquaintance, but what did you plan on doing about those things?" she gestured at their "guests". Not that magic wasn't also a legit form of defense, but you know. Not everything she tried was always ... successful. Edited by Daiyi, Aug 15 2011, 07:56 AM.
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| Arcana Fang | Aug 15 2011, 04:21 AM Post #10 |
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Bullshit Patrol
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(( waiting on Cody to reply before I do and thanks for the reminder Daiyi, sometimes I get ahead of myself and don't go back far enough. Also Daiyi, your post, does that mean your character is interacting with Julian, Scott, and Ryoa, or some of the other miscellaneous cops? Thanks. )) |
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| Daiyi | Aug 15 2011, 07:58 AM Post #11 |
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Graduate
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/* Ahaha I was assuming she glided in with the cops and started talking to them all (x */ |
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| -Eternally Fallen- | Aug 16 2011, 12:03 AM Post #12 |
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The Darkness
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It took less than a handful of songs to clear the distance between the man with the malevolent aura and the edge of Mineral Bluff. Living Through Me had just started a moment before, and Miranda found herself getting into the song more and more after reaching the safety of the town. Her index fingers danced against the steering wheel, pounding out an odd fusion of guitar riff and drum blast, Hell's Wrath channeled through her as she began tapping her left foot against the floorboard. Spotting a Shell gas station, the girl pulled her car in, parking next to the pump closest to the store. Once the song hit a slow point, she turned the key, powering down the old car before stepping out into the warm night air. A slight breeze brushed Miranda's hair gently about her face as she stepped around her car to gas up, but a sign on the pump left her with slightly narrowed eyes and a slight frown. "Prepay?" Miranda questioned in a low tone before shrugging her shoulders and turning to walk toward the convenience store. "But I need something to drink anyways. And maybe some directions." She pushed the door open, nodding at the greeting the man behind the counter offered before walking toward the row of refrigerated drinks. She glanced toward the candy as she walked by, but nothing was appealing to her this late in the day. As she reached the back wall, she allowed herself a moment to consider her options. It took next to no time to actually decide; the gas station had glass bottles of Coca-Cola, something she hadn't seen at a store in a good while. With a small smile, she grabbed the cold carbonated drink and moved on. As she was walking past the chips section, thinking about grabbing a small snack to tide her over, she found her mind invaded by white noise like that on an old television set. She clutched her head with her free hand as the sound tore through her skull and brain, grating and setting her nerves on edge. The unholy cacophany almost seemed to be alive, working to drown out all sound around the girl, carrying with it a malevolence greater than anything she'd yet felt. "Get out of my head!" She screamed, just before the feeling passed, and she felt herself take a deep breath. Had she been holding her breath? Just as suddenly, everything was gone. Her legs no longer had the strength to hold her up as her senses were overwhelmed, and Miranda felt herself fall down onto her side, though with no sensation of any kind of support beneath her. She found herself staring up at a hooded figure, a sense of dread filling her as it spoke in an ungodly voice. Greetings... My name is Saren, and this is your wake up call... This object is called...the key. This key will allow the spiritual borders of the planes to be broken. Let us pray that the Oracles break through first... As soon as the being vanished, it took the darkness with it. Miranda shuddered violently, eyes wet with tears as she glanced about weakly. The clerk was crouched down next to her, saying something she couldn't make out in her panic. Her heart threatened to tear loose of its bindings and burst out of her chest at any second, it was beating so hard it was almost painful. The girl struggled to take in a deep breath, the beating in her chest slowing just enough to be bearable. Her right hand was wet? She glanced over and found the bottle she'd been carrying had shattered in her grip, shards of glass embedded in her palm and the soda spilled on her hand and the floor near her. Just what was that? |
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| -Arem- | Aug 17 2011, 08:09 AM Post #13 |
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Fabulous Homosexual
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Viper continued to look around, trying to get a ping on his instinct that told him someone else was here, and whoever it was he was keen with a blade. Viper smelled a sudden surge of sulfur from behind him, and then someone shouted a warning, but it was too late. His front exploded outward in blood as a charcoal-black sharp edge skewered him, just as he was lifted up off the ground. His eyes shot from the pain as he felt his lungs fill with blood. With one violent cough, pints of blood poured out of his mouth. As he learned forward, he heard something that sounded like a growling laughter, as if it was pleased with the kill... ...that is...if it was a kill. Viper's eyes then narrowed in fury, and with a quick move with his right arm, he whipped out Mortal Coil and shot behind him. With a squeal, his attacker jetted back, removing the skewer from Viper's body. Viper dropped to the ground in a crouch, but then slowly stood up. Onlookers gasped as they watched the hunter look down on his mortal wound sewing itself together as if it was magic. In just a few seconds, the wound had closed with no scars. Viper then placed a thumb on his nose, plugging one nostril and snorted. With displays of disgust, a concoction of blood and snot shot out onto the ground. Viper then turned to see what had attacked him, and wasn't surprised to see it was some kind of demonic brethren of the things he saw sliced up. The demon had half of his face blown away from the bullet, but was about to spring again. Viper whipped out Grim Reaper and then rapid-fired into the demon, blowing it to bits as each shot rang out into the night. The demon finally gave in and in a pile of blood fell at Viper's feet. "Serves you right, pussy. I pay good cash for my overcoats, and you just sliced it." He thought he heard someone running behind him. Looking to see, he espied girl that appeared to have Oriental blood and not much shorter then he was come running to a group of other civilians whom he assumed were owners of the former vehicle in the crater. "Perfect, can't people just stay away from messes and leave it to the fucking pros?" He hated it when kids or other people got in the firefight because it complicated things. He called out to them. "Hey! Are you people frozen or just stupid? Get the fuck out of here before you end up sizzlin' bacon!" Hearing something else, he turned and saw more portal open up and more demons pop out, ten to twelve of them. The crowd back away more, which was fine with Viper. Less collateral damage, he thought. Loading fresh clips into his guns, his eyes practically glowed with bloodlust. "I hope you guys have the pounds to pay for my next coat!" |
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| Arcana Fang | Aug 24 2011, 09:15 PM Post #14 |
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Bullshit Patrol
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((guys, I love the posts you made. Just got my laptop power replacement, so I'll be working on a post later tonight around 10:00 P.M. Eastern. Sorry for the wait, but thank you for still going on)) |
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| -The Raging Zephyr- | Aug 25 2011, 02:43 AM Post #15 |
The Winds of Change
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Ethan was caught in a daze, one that he hadn't experienced for a good year. The feeling that waved over him caught him so far off guard that he hadn't even noticed the spray of ichor that burst in front of him. A robed figure had just stood before him seconds ago, and the two just nodded in mutual agreement, not a word spoken between either of them. And now, where the man in robes had stood, near a dozen crumpled bodies of hideous creatures twitched and bled. Slowly, his glazed eyes took in his surroundings, and realization began to wash over him. Through that little mind's eye with which he could perceive the preternatural, he noticed the unusual eddies in the streams of the immaterial world that leaked into the realm of the living. It was through this that he watched the ripples form out of the darkness, to where a tall figure crouched with a vicious blade in hand. "Oh man," Ethan muttered, a bit startled from his stupefied state. "Jeez dude, thanks!" Something just wasn't right about the transient that bailed him out. It was certainly no human hunter that could give off a ripple as strong as that in spiritual space. In fact, why did he even call out to him? A human being wouldn't be able to see or hear a reaper's voice, and he was certainly used to that after a good year. With a focused glance, he peered closer into the heart of the being, the world becoming awash in shades of grey as he peered through the mind's eye. He gasped. Where a soul should have been instead raged a mighty black vortex, tendrils reaching out from the cyclone's core, touching, feeling the streams of life around it. But, it wasn't violently thrashing as it should have been, certainly not nearly as wild as others he had seen. Even the soft glow of a spirit touched upon Ethan's vision, filling him with a slight warmth at the sight, though even he knew that it only further confirmed his suspicions. "Holy Primarch, a demon," he whispered, the text of holy pacts and laws flooding his mind. "Oh man, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get you into this mess. This is my fault, I get sent to take care of one thing and end up screwing up somewhere along the way..." Slowly, Ethan crept out of the shadows, anxiety painted across his pale face. He was, at one point, a scrawny-looking teenager with a mess of brown hair that grew past his eyes in a haphazard mop. He wore a zipped-up sweatshirt with the maroon letters "FH" gracing the front and sleeves, and a pair of slacks that seemed a size too large, the legs stretching down to his dirty sneakers. "Alright, according to the code, you saved my hide," Ethan spoke, flustered, his tongue flapping faster than his lips, "So I hereby offer your grace one favor of equal value at any time you ask, if you choose to accept, that is." Oh god, it burned. Was she still alive? Was she dying? She felt like she was about to vomit in her mouth. Did she have a mouth? Scream. She needed to scream. Why couldn't she scream? Jesus, why did it have to happen to me? What did I do to deserve this? Should I have gone to church more often? Did I not do my homework often enough? Am I being punished for thinking impure thoughts about Jimmy Newcombe? Am I going to Heaven? I don't want to live in the lake of fire! Is Mom going to hate me for this? What's Pa going to say? I can already hear him calling me a sinner... "Ma'am, we need you to calm down. The doctor is doing all he can right now, and there's a dozen other people that were caught in the accident. We can't have you screaming in the hallway, you're just making our jobs more difficult. Sir, I know it's your daughter, but you need to please sit. Don't get physical, sir. Can you just sit? Security? Can you please escort these people..." I never wanted to die. I was joking! I never really meant it when I told ma that I'd be better off dead! Please let me go, let me go back, I promise to be a good girl. I don't want to leave them behind, I don't want my bratty brother to take my room, I don't want to die... The hum of the little beat-up stationwagon's engine was the only sound keeping Michelle sane at the moment. They were getting worse, the visions. She could see them reaching out towards her, people who yet weren't, vagabonds caught between worlds. She drove past them, she drove through them, their voices whispering in her ear, saying "Why hasn't my carriage come?" and the like. The bags under her eyes sunk deeper with each passing being, those who were neither alive nor dead, those who hadn't realized what had happened to them, and those who sought vengeance for what fate had brought upon them. She gulped. What little remnants of saliva that dripped from her hot mouth couldn't soothe her dry throat or heaving breath. She had lost track of the time hours ago, her thoughts scattered like field mice. Her eyes glanced over to the seat next to hers. She knew that there was nobody there, but there was definitely some thing, something that she could feel that gave off the slight youthful aura that only a young child could emit. "Why?" Michelle's voice was hoarse, rasping out individual syllables. "Why are you still here? It's over now. You should have crossed over with Mom, you should be at peace. So why are you still here?" There was no response from the empty seat. Michelle looked over to the radio, gingerly stretching a hand out towards the knob. She put her hand back on the steering wheel, the fear of white noise crashing into her head. It probably wouldn't have done any good anyways, especially since all of the other electronic instruments were acting queer. The trip odometer just continued to loop in strange patterns, numbers melding into letters and symbols, a hellish font plastering itself across the screen. Even her cell phone refused to get reception anywhere, as if the world had gone silent around her. "You should call her," a voice in her head replied, as if it was an option she hadn't thought of. "Nikki, you know I can't do that, not with you here," Michelle choked. It was going to be a long night, and she still hadn't received any answers. |
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