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Post by Enigma on Jan 17, 2008 9:15:54 GMT -5
(This is Masked Rp that she came up with. By her request, I’ll start it. See RP Discussion for the details and other blurbs. =) )
*Nearby City in an isolated area*
The two wings were held at his back and head was down staring at the ground, thinking to himself quietly, “Reaching levels of insanity... what have I become...” the two hors that were protruding from his head have grown something of a crown. Skin formed armor on his body and claws were covered in crimson liquid. Almost like black mist was rising from his whole body, like the light was being bent around him in some fashion. “Death and Destruction… such pleasure…” he commented again.
Around him was countless bodies bent into some sort of symbol on the ground. At least forty to fifty bodies were used, and he felt no resent or pity for them. Blood was everywhere, the whole area smelled of the coppery fragrance. It was so gruesome, with some of the bodies missing arms, heads, and legs. Some with slashed necks, slashed gonads, so gruesome…
Wings suddenly jutted outward, the lining was thin, but the webbed material on the wings was clear, almost like an insect. On the very ends, were spikes that held at the bone, making the wing come together, and said spikes looked incredibly sharp and cruel to even think about using as a weapon.
Those wings made a single movement downward and he was up into the air with one pass, about sixty of seventy feet. Those limbs made a simple pattern to keep him afloat, and those pure crimson eyes stared down on the scene that had transpired. “To love...” he said and he chuckled along with it. “We’ll see...”
Half an Hour later, police and forensic teams were on the scene, almost gasping at the scene that they witnessed.
An officer named Amgine slowly walked from his car to stare at the whole scenario. “Ah... What do we have here..? Same as last time, I suppose?” he asked, looking at his underling for a scientist.
The Scientist slowly shrugged. “Looks like it’s the work of him again.. I don’t know how he does it though.. I’ve never seen such a thing before.. Not in his true form anyway.. Could he have.. Evolved..?”
The detective slowly nodded. “That could be it. Don’t know ‘till we find him though.”
( Your characters may start somewhere in this city. They could even start at the scene. )
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Jan 17, 2008 11:14:20 GMT -5
(If you really do not want to read all the gunk, you can simply read the paragraph, as that is all that is really needed)
Everything seemed to be running along smoothly for Mark Auvern, that was until, the call at four o’clock in the morning came. He was wanted in a meeting with the police. The police. Last time he checked, they were trying to run Mercenaries/Private Detectives like himself into the ground. However, now they were trying to request a meeting with him? How peculiar. Still, they could have at least found the courtesy to call at any other time after 8 AM. None the less, Mark did not complain. In fact, they wanted to see him, on a possible job opportunity. Not to join the police ranks, but to go on a hunting mission.
Mark wondered if they had finally grown some spine to higher outside forces, or if something had come up that was too dangerous for them to handle with mere police force. Or perhaps, they simply did not want to get their hands dirty, and were hiring a source to do it for them. It did not matter to him, they would be paying him very generously. And indeed they would be. On one condition; he had to bring the culprit back alive for holding. Nobody said he was guilty, but eye witnesses did see the character at the scene of the crime. And thus, would have to be taken in for questioning, and perhaps even trial.
Mark accepted, it was then that he was introduced to the details of the situation. Apparently, a mass occult related slaying had gone on, with a great possibility of the supernatural being involved. Demons, witches, angels, satyrs and all that crap. Still, whatever it was, they wanted it alive for trial. Suicide maybe? What if it was some mega demon who doesn’t really give a flying fuck about our justice system? Still, Mark agreed they’d get their trial if he didn’t die in the process. After signing paper work to make Mark a temporary officer of the law for the course and everything related to the mission, he then went back home to collect supplies.
He made sure to take everything from weaponry to gadgets of the most profound. He made positive to take the holy trinkets, holy cross, reinforced silver handcuffs, garlic, peanut butter (that one is a long story…) and all the goods. He made sure also to bring his ‘anti religion’ weaponry. Special bullets carved with various runes and coated in a special alloy and substance, black bear classic knives with the same ordeal. He called them his anti-religious weaponry because they seemed to work against all the cliché religious figures, demons, angels, druid lore, Viking myth, all the good stuff. He didn’t understand exactly how they worked, but remembered the seller trying to explain it to him. On how they had a lethal affect on those of extra planar descent and not of mortal races. Something like that anyways, he wasn’t positive how much. But what he did recall, they worked. He gave himself a smirk recalling how he had encountered a demon boasting that bullets and other ‘mortal weapons’ could not harm him… Mark made sure to laugh as he shot it in the eye and killed it. But that’s another story.
Mark grabbed all his things and placed them within his BMW 540i, it was going to be a long day of looking. He took out into the streets, driving around normally, looking for anything out of the ordinary. He would even say this would be exciting, however, he was getting tired of having to deal with demons once every other freaking month.
His first destination would be the crime scene. He would have a thorough look over, and give his own judgment. Luckily, he was part of the police force, thus he could get into the crime scene without too much effort. However, he knew that there probably would be some cop with a strong Scottish accent with a stick up his ass who didn’t want outsiders snooping around.
He made good time, and soon arrived at the scene. He made sure to take his paper work with him, as he made his way to the ticker tape yellow line. Once there, he showed his official paperwork to the guard who was standing on duty. “The Name is Mark Auvern, I was hired to investigate the occult slayings. May I have a look at the crime scene?” He asked in an official manner.
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Post by Thy Masked Tragedy on Jan 17, 2008 15:49:12 GMT -5
“Eve! For fuck sake girl, come here! You have tables to tend too!”
How typical. It seemed like she was always tending to the dirty work around here. Hell, had she not already been up to her elbows in soap suds at the time, she might have answered his call the first time. The old brut was perfectly capable of sopping off a fucking table top without her assistance, but who was she to complain? She didn’t have anywhere to go and the old man was being more then generous by letting her stay in his bar. At least she had the essentials here, shelter (which wasn’t much more then a secluded place in the cellar with a rickety cot and pillow), food, and some form of liquid.
Evangeline kept to herself as she finished off the last set of dishes. When she finally staggered out of the kitchen, a tall figure met her in the doorway
“Jesus Christ, what took so long?”
“What’s it matter? At least I’m here to tend to it now.” She didn’t bother tipping her head back to meet his glare, it took too much effort these days. “Go home.” She shoved past him, tossing a damp rag onto the table and began on her last task of the evening.
After a moment or so the man tossed a pair of keys onto the counter top and angrily stomped toward the door. “Close up before you go to bed.”
“Ten, four.” She eyed the keys as wiped off the last table, paying little attention to the fact he‘d shook every glass object in the building as he slammed the door, on his way out.
It seemed irrational for him to get so worked up. He knew she always finished everything that needed to be done. Maybe he was just lonely--she slung the rag over the bar top--or maybe he was just a dirty old man. Eying the assigned skirt she wore as part of her uniform she sighed. “Huh. Don’t suppose he’d mind if I went for a walk before bed.”
After somehow managing to get into her massively oversized coat, she closed the door behind her, locked up and strayed toward the edge of the sidewalk.
The night was surprisingly warm, something she wasn’t exactly used to, and a strange scent hung in the air. Somehow, it seemed familiar...almost like, blood? It couldn’t be too far away, maybe a few blocks from her location. She continued walking toward it, following her basic senses, and completely absent minded to her actual destination. She was getting closer, the sickening smell was so fervent. Rounding a final corner everything finally came into view, the damaged buildings, the horde of police, the media and just visible though a small break in the crowd, captured in the rays of the streetlight, a pile of dismantled bodies splattered in blood lay in perfect view.
Everything was overwhelming. She could feel her knees weakening--like her shoulders suddenly weighed more then the rest of her. Kneeling on the side of the street, she grasped her stomach. “Maybe taking a walk, wasn’t such a good idea.”
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Enigma
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Post by Enigma on Jan 18, 2008 12:22:12 GMT -5
* Scene 5 - Symbol of Power *
"Mark Auvern... funny.. I've never heard of-" the officer guarding the only entrance that was made said, but was cut off by something behind him. His body was turned by a hand on his shoulder.
"Ah, Mark. We've been waiting for you." he said. A man in a black cloak, and a black hat that covered his eyes. Silver hair fell just below his neck. "Yes.. sorry for the late call, but this is important. Seems our little friend has done it again.. as you can see by the mangled bodies.. we need you to go find him.. bring him back alive if possible. I'm authoirzing any force possible to bring him back though. If he gives you trouble. Kill the bastard." he slowly turned around and looked over the scene. "-Any- force needed. Understand?" he said, turning his head slowly to look at the man from the corner of his eyes. "You may start whenever you like. Preferably today however. We need to clean this mess up before the press makes their false stories. You know the usual."
The guard slowly narrowed his eyes at Mark. "Hmph..come back if you need to speak to Amigne..."
*20 minutes away, atop an office building.*
A man was wirthin in pain, grasping his head tightly and screaming in grief. His wings shrunk into his back and the horns on his head receded back into his skull. He was returning to normal again. When he was finished, he was wearing a red tuxedo, face covered in persperation and sweat.
"Damn... I need a drink to get rid of this grogginess..."
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Karite
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Post by Karite on Jan 18, 2008 12:51:54 GMT -5
----- Same Building as Abel----
A figure covered in the dark clock and the shadow of the night was sitting down leaning against the edge of the wall. “At it again I see. You should really hold some self restraint. Now some poor bastard has to clean that up.” Metal wings slid into the rock wall behind him propelling him forward onto his feet. He slowly began to walk to the other side of the building where the door was located. There was a small bottle in his right hand which he threw towards Abel as he pasted him. “Thought you might say something like that. Here take it, you know I don’t drink.” He opened the door and began to walk down the stairs of the darkened hallway.
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Post by This One on Jan 18, 2008 13:00:49 GMT -5
(I'll get a character profile up soon. Just need to write a history.)
She looked herself over in the grungey restroom mirror. Her hair was a complete mess: the back in knots and the front hung plastered to her neck and forehead with sweat. Her familiar grey sweater was wrinkled and smelled of sweat, and her dark jeans were in no better shape. Turning the water off after the sink was about halfway filled, she used the ribbon stuffed into her pocket to tie her long hair back and began splashing her blushed face with the cool water. She then took the washcloth lying next to the sink and dipped it into the water, doing her best to scrub the makeup off of her face. No matter how hard she scrubbed, she couldn't wash away the feeling of guilt.
What if I get pregnant? Or worse, what if I get an STD? Oh, what will mom and dad say? You really messed up this-- Her thoughts were cut short by the feeling of something wrap around her waist. She gasped and wheeled around. A boy about her age stood behind her with his arms around her, smirking. He reeked of vodka, and he had the same messy look as her.
"Hey, babe," he said, grinning.
"Um...I..." Azariah blushed hard. "I should really be getting home." She pulled away from him and unplugged the drain in the sink, watching the warm water spiral down the drain. "You should go, too. I'll lock up after you leave."
The boy, probably too drunk to understand exactly what was happening, just grinned and nodded. "'Kay," was all he said as he turned and walked out. Azariah followed him shortly.
She walked out of the employee restroom and into the library. She walked through the rows of books until she came to a certain aisle where a jacket and several books lay scattered. She kneeled down, her legs a bit shaky, and began returning the books to their proper place. That feeling of embarrasment returned when she came to a book entitled The Human Anatomy. What she had done was so out of character for her. All she wanted to do was go home and take a nice hot bath.
After she had locked up the library-- all employees had keys, after all-- she hurried down the street towards her parents' apartment. As she neared the street where her home was located, the sight of flashing blue lights caught her eye.
I really should be getting home...but... Letting her curiosity get the better of her, she ran around the corner, then stopped dead in her tracks; horrified. Her eyes went wide and her mouth gaped. The sickening smell of iron-rich blood was almost too much for her to handle. It was now that she regretted coming to this place, and she was about to leave. Quickly. Just as she turned to go, something caught her attention.
No. No, you didn't see that. You didn't. Just leave. Just turn and leave and.. She looked. She hates herself for it, but she looked. She screamed. The pain that had once been in her thighs was gone, and now all she felt was a nausea balling up in her throat and stomach. Her eyes welled with tears and her knees went out from under her, her world black and spiraling.
There, in the mass of dead bodies, lay her mother and father. Mutilated.
She felt herself beginning to lose control over her power. I've gotta get out of here! She urged herself to move, but her legs had turned into jelly under her. MOVE! She felt as if her legs had disappeared completely. She collapsed onto the cold ground, sobbing.
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Post by Kainus Maximus on Jan 18, 2008 15:59:35 GMT -5
Mark smirked to himself. The hat the man wore reminded him of something similar to what he had himself. He then replied. "Of course, I'm ready to go at this moment. However, only one small problem. I need information on where to start looking, did forensics find any information that point in any direction? I'd hate to have to go around simply looking but hey, if that's what it comes to, no problem." Mark said in a casual tone. He had a couple ideas of where to begin looking, and who to start asking, but if they had info he could use immediately, he did not want to stall.
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Post by Ninmast on Jan 18, 2008 16:08:33 GMT -5
*Roof*
If Abel turned around to follow the man who had tossed him the liquor, he would see a girl with green hair in a pageboy haircut and an oblong green stone dangling from around her neck standing right behind him. She didn't say anything, didn't comment on anything if she had seen any of it transpire. She simply stared unblinkingly, unresponsively.
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Oathkeeper
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Post by Oathkeeper on Jan 18, 2008 16:16:00 GMT -5
Domon sighed and stretched. He popped some pills and picked up the phone to call Mark, another Occult expert he knew to see if he had made progress in finding anything about fixing old wounds. He never got an answer as he closed the phone and left, following the flashing lights he just noticed. Down the street he came to the massacer scene, and Mark. "What the **** is this?" He asked, popping his vicoden this time.
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Post by EJP on Jan 18, 2008 17:06:11 GMT -5
*Elsewhere in this city, in a parking garage overlooking a big corporate office building sat the great vigilantly assassin Tigerwolf in a 1969 blue Ford Mustang hard top. In his lap sat a Walther WA 2000 Sniper Rifle with only the standard settings and a silencer. A turned on laptop computer sat in the seat next to him on top of two closed brief cases. His sword was also in the seat next to him, sheathed. Tigerwolf picked up the rifle and looked through the scope at the corporate office building. It was late and just about everyone had gone home. However someone in management was still their, screwing his secretary with the window open and the lights on. His target was the man, he was very high up in the business but had been costing the company lots of money with his sexual harassment lawsuits and was known for coming to work with a suitcase full of coke. The hit wasn't worth the normal amount Tigerwolf got, minus the 5 finger discount, but he took the job just for the drive and to clear his head.*
Tigerwolf: " Simple, just a simple job... now will you fat tube of shit stop fucking the girl."
*The one and only problem about the job, no killing other employees while on company property. That and Tigerwolf thought it to be rude to kill a person while they are having sex. He stopped looking at his target and decided to check his E-mail. Waiting for him was a strange E-mail titled "Fishing". It was encrypted and would take a minute to find out what it really said. He looked back at his target through the scope to see the ever so disturbing sight of the man's ass. Quickly looking away he reached under his seat and pulled out a bottle of vodka, opening it, and taking a big swig before closing it and putting it back under the seat.*
Tigerwolf: " I sure as hell didn't need to see that."
*Looking back over at his Laptop, he saw that the E-mail was decrypted. It was a contract for another killing. This job paying more than his current job. He clicked the safety off his rifle and looked through the scope again. This time seeing that the man was pressing the secretary over the desk while standing.*
Tigerwolf: " Sorry, but I'm wasting my time waiting for your Viagra to wear off."
*Tigerwolf aimed for the head and pulled the trigger. The bullet entering perfectly into the man's left temple and out the other side of his head, splatter the walls with his blood and brains. Tigerwolf put the safety back on and looked away. He didn't seem to care about what he had just done; only that he had another job and had to leave. Putting the rifle in the back seat, he then started up his car and drove away.*
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Enigma
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Post by Enigma on Jan 21, 2008 9:24:07 GMT -5
* Scene *
The man slowly shook his head. "Of course not. The forensics only come up within a few days. You know that. From what we can tell, you may want to check out the local bar first. Question the people there. They may know something. He seems to hang out there every now and then." he then began to walk back to the scene to check up with some other teams.
*Roof*
The hand came up and snatched the booze straight form the air and he popped the cork off and took a swig of it. The liquid was down to 1/4 when he was finished. "You know me... always looking for something to do." when he turned he seen the girl. "And who might you be..?" he asked, his transalvanian accent pulling through evenly. Since he was wearing his tux, he seemed normal.
Right hand moved inside his coat and pulled out a cuban cigar, and a lighter aswell. He put the rolled sweetment between his lips and flicked the roller, and a spark followed by a flame ignited, lighting the cigar, finally taking a drag from it and staring at her, then to Fenikkusu with a raised silver brow.
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Karite
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Post by Karite on Jan 21, 2008 10:26:04 GMT -5
— Roof Top with Abel—
Fenikkusu quickly turned around from the staircase and walked up them again. “Who are you talking about?” He looked around to find a woman standing there in the other side of the roof top. He retracted his wings into his back so they weren’t visible under his cloak. “Who the hell are you, and how long have you been standing there? I’ve been here the whole time and you weren’t here when Abel arrived”. He looked at Abel rather considered. He thought to himself quickly, as a tail began to grow from behind him, invisible to all for it was still under his cloak. “Who is she? How much has she seen? She might know to much now, and I must destroy her”.
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Post by Thy Masked Tragedy on Jan 21, 2008 10:56:47 GMT -5
*scene*
‘Just walk away Eve, that’s the smart thing to do at this point.’
Eve eased herself into a stance, her legs still trembling beneath the false weight of her shoulders. Cobalt hues slowly eyed the scene, she was growing more inquisitive by the minute. She needed a closer peek, anything to prove she wasn‘t really seeing this. Maybe this was a scene for a movie. Any second now the director would yell cut, and everyone would get up and walk away like nothing happened. That had to be it...right? That still didn’t explain the accurate scent of the blood.
Hand still placed against the wall she stumbled forward, one small step at a time, trying to avoid tripping over her own feet--like she often did.
Besides, what harm would her getting a peek do? The most they could do was threaten her, maybe a fine, maybe a night in the clink, but nothing to serious.
Once she found the feeling in her legs, she strayed away from the wall, and marched toward the yellow tape, making no special attempt to keep from being unseen. The most threatening group seemed to be distracted at the moment by a gentle man in a hat and another man fixed up in special gear. If anyone noticed her, she’d at least have enough time to get a good look at the mess.
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Enigma
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Post by Enigma on Jan 21, 2008 11:57:02 GMT -5
* Scene *
The detective slowly turned to the side and his eye moved to the corner of his eye. "Ah.. it seems another piece to the puzzle has arrived." he turned around completly, putting his back to the entrance of the tape. "Officer. Arrest her." he ordered.
The officer he addressed slowly turned and nodded. He moved toward the girl and pulled two cylandrical pieces that were chained to eachother. "Miss, if you would come with me." he asked toward the disorianted women.
(Your character, Tragedy. )
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Post by Thy Masked Tragedy on Jan 21, 2008 12:10:04 GMT -5
*scene*
Eve twirled around to face the man, her legs frozen where she stood. Her expression, at the time probably resembled something similar to a deer in front of the head lights of a car. What was the point in fighting this, she figured it was coming. But still, the idea of trying to out run this guy sounded fun. She remained where she was, pondering on her chances, then removing any sign of former shock from her face, she held her arms out and moved toward the gentleman.
“Be gentle, I need my hands for tending costumers, tomorrow.” She smirked at the man and lightly tugged at the shoulder of her coat.
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