Resemblance to a God

[This One]

(fixed my previous post, MT. Makes sense now. )

When she arrived at her house, it was dark.

Of course it is; no point in lighting an empty apartment.

She unlocked the front door and walked back to her bedroom, flipping on a light. With a sudden feeling of exhaustion, she collapsed face-down onto her bed. She didn't understand why she felt so tired at first, forgetting what had happened only a few minutes before discovering her parents' shocking death. Remembering, she decided to finally take a bath. She rolled over into a sitting position and shakily walked towards the bathroom. As she walked past her parents' bedroom, the sinking feeling returned in her chest. She quickly hurried into the bathroom before she began crying again.

She drew her bath and slid in, letting the hot water soak out her anxieties as she quietly sobbed. However, a new emotion began to emerge in the midst of her sadness: anger. For the first time, Azariah began wondering who would have done such a thing. She hated them for it. She wanted revenge.

[Thy Masked Tragedy]

(Ten four.)

Victor...

Eve suddenly felt a chill rip through her; her stomach felt like it had dropped. She blinked as the car pulled away, still unable to force herself to move from her location. She shook her head, forcing any thought, any memory, that tried to pry it’s way to the surface, out of her mind.

“Great. This is exactly what I need right now, someone recognizing me.“ Evangeline drew a small breath, and made her way toward the sidewalk. “So much for my fresh start.” she peered over her shoulder cautiously, checking the streets for any sign of someone following her. “Which then again, will he even know who I am? I have aged, and I actually have a normal hair color now.” She laughed at the idea, and wedged a hand into her pocket to dig out her keys. Luckily for her the detective had gotten rather close to the bar, at least the walking distance would be shorter. “Hell, will I even recognize him?” She tugged at her coat again, wincing as she caught the shade of the material. She had seen enough red to last her a life time.

Once the bar was in sight she crossed the street, staggered toward the door, unlocked it, and stammered across the floor. Taking a seat behind the counter she pulled out a mug and watched the street for a sign of her expected costumer.

[Enigma]

* Squad Car *

The Detective removed his hat and chuckled to himself. "This will be perfect.. it's all going to plan. Abel won't remember Qiz, but she now knows who he really is, and the hunters have been notified. They stand little chance against him, but it will be perfect to see how much he has grown. Nothing will break my plan this time." he said, and soon snapped his fingers, the car then poofed, and he was standing there, dressed in a beggers clothing, dirty, stinky, and smelly. His hair was now black and greasy. He smirked to himself. "Perfect."

* Rooftop *

Crimson eyes turned to the girl that was following him intently. He turned around to stare at her. "I see.. you seem to be a simple creature, very well.. if you wish to follow me, would you help me out?" he waited for a resoponce, but logic kicked in. "I suppose you won't answer. Oh well, if you follow, you follow. Fenikkusu. Let's go."he turned back around and walked off the side of the building, dropping below, to land with a soft, 'click' of his dress shoes, his coat coming back down to be ruffled on him, so he brushed it back down with a hand. He looked back up to see if they followed.

[Karite]

—Rooftop—

Fenikkusu watched Abel jump over the side of the building, and then stared back at the girl. “If you do come, don’t ever make me wait. I hate waiting, and making people wait.” With that He ran towards the ledge and stopped. He turned around to see what the girl was doing before doing a full back flip off the ledge, and continued to look at her as he quickly began to fall. Time seemed to slow as he body was being covered by the side of the ledge, and he was still watching her closely. By about ½ way done the building he turned around, and he shot his tail into the concrete beside Abel. The tail then moved so it was in a spiral like a whirlpool. Fenikkusu put his feet on his tail and started to slide down it, for he wouldn’t be able to survive a fall as high as that. He landed on the ground beside Abel, as his tail began to make a whipping sound as it retracted back into his body.

[Ninmast]

*Rooftop*

The child calmly watched their differing attempts at making the jump, then simply walked up to the ledge and stepped off, making no resistance to avoid free fall whatsoever. She plummeted, plummeted, and it looked like she would become nothing more than a red spot on the ground, but halfway down, the stone around her neck began to glow brighter and her descent slowed. She still looked like she was in free fall. There was no visual sign that she had slowed down other than the decrease in speed, itself. Her hair and baggy shirt still blew in the wind that rushed against her as if she were still falling at that speed. And yet, when gravity, seemingly defied as it was, brought her rotating body around one last time, she stepped down onto the concrete of the sidewalk beside them as if she had done nothing more than stepped off of the last rung of a staircase. The glow returned to its normal pulsations and her movements seemed to return to normal speed, her expression still as entropic as ever.

[Thy Masked Tragedy]

*Bar*

"Oh, what the hell am I doing? I could lose my job for this." Evangeline swung her arm across the counter, knocking the mug clean off the bar top, and across the room. “I’ll, have to ....lock up.” Her stomach churned at the idea of doing that, she hated the thought of not seeing him again. But it had been such a long time ago--things weren’t, and would never be the same. She wriggled herself off the bar stool--keys in hand--and move toward the door. “I’ll ..wait, just a few more minutes before I close up.” She leaned against the window, her eyes drifting toward the clock behind the counter. “Five...no ten minutes. Ten, and that‘s it.”

[EJP]

*An hour passed by before Simon was done blessing Tigerwolf's guns. The whole time Tigerwolf kept an eye on him. Simon was good with weapons he made sure to unload it, bless it, load it, and bless it again. However, Simon set aside a Colt Anaconda revolver blessing it last without unloading it.*

Simon: " Was begining to worry you wouldn't have a 45 long colt in your posession?"
Tigerwolf: " Whats that got to do with anything."

*Simon reached into his pocket and took out a box of 45 long colt bullets and tossed them to Tigerwolf. Tigerwolf catched them and open up the box to see what looked like old bullets loaded into new shells, each with strange runes on them. Simon held the Colt Anaconda revolver with his finger on the trigger.*

Simon: " Those are truely holy bullets. If you wish to kill the demon you better those 45 long colts in this revolver. Be careful not to shoot anyone but the demon with them. They have alot of lead in them and will mushroom and do some serious damage. Hitting any normal person in the shoulder with one of those will put them into shock almost instantly."
Tigerwolf: " I know that. My bigger piece does that already."
Simon: " Yes, but those bullets will kill the demon faster."
Tigerwolf: " Have any rifle bullets?"
Simon: " Sorry, this one you'll have to get up close to."

*Simon twirreled the revolver around like a trick shooter in a western. Stopping while aiming at a stop sign, Simon turned on the safety and handed the gun back to Tigerwolf. Tigerwolf picked up the gun and unloaded it, putting the 6 bullets in his pocket.*

Simon: " Be careful, you have only 30 of those truely holy bullets. Make sure not to waste them on lesser demons."
Tigerwolf: " If all else fails, I can always use my sword."
Simon: " I wish you luck Mr. Wolf. Happy hunting."

*Simon left, Tigerwolf loaded up the 45 long colt with 6 of the holy bullets he was given before placing the revolver in his car. He ten loaded his car back up with all the weapons simon blessed. Tigerwolf looked back at the profile of his target.*

Tigerwolf: $50,000,000 dead. That sounds like a fair price for all the trouble he's going to be worth.

*Tigerwolf turned off the kill switch in his car before starting it up and driving away. He had no idea of where to start and quickly E-mailed the one who sent him the contract of "any leeds for where to start looking for this demon?" after which he thought for a moment while at a red light.*

Tigerwolf: Maybe I should go to a pub to hear about the local news?

[This One]

Azariah, still damp from her bath, now stood staring with a blank experession in her room. She leaned against the wall, clad in an outfit extremely similar to the one she had previously been wearing, with her eyes fixed on her parents' bedroom door across the hall. It was so quiet without them. On any other day, she would have loved the moment of silence; she was the quiet one of the family, with her parents being the social ones.

Her feeling of sadness had long since passed, and anger and numbness now filled its place. She would find out what had happened and get revenge, no matter what or how long it took.

An idea suddenly struck her as she looked into the darkened master bedroom.

Dad was a police officer...So...That means there's a gun somewhere in there. As if her legs had a mind of their own, she pushed off from the wall and began walking towards the room.

I mean... I've never used a gun...But... She was now in the doorway, flipping on the light.

Really, how hard could it be? There's a safety, a magazine...a trigger... Now in front of the wooden nightstand beside her parent's bed, her hand reached for the drawer handle.

And Dad showed me how it worked once...Yes... Before she knew it, she held the heavy metal Beretta in her hand, running her fingers over the cool gunmetal. She checked the safety- it was on- then laid the gun on the bed. Moving some papers in the drawer aside, she found another gun- a Walthers PPK. Also checking the safety, she laid it on the bed with the other one, tidied up the drawer, and closed it back.

She stepped back, looking at the guns lying in the bed.

I will avenge my parents with these guns. It was as much a promise as it was a thought.

[Kainus Maximus]

(Sorry for the dealy, serious complications have limited my ability to post up until this point)

"I was reffering to the last time this happened. You arent giving me a lot to work with at all, however, I'll manage. I'll bring him back to police custody." Mark said, he felt the detective had a bit of an attitude. He also had a bad feeling about him, never trust people with silver hair, ever. He had no intentions of bringing to this man, perhaps the the chief in the other station. He would have to scower local info things for something to ask people on what they have seen. He was sure he could find a witness account, it would just take a little bit of looking. As he was about the leave, he was greeted by an old aquantance; Domon, inquiring about what had happened here.

"No idea, that's what I intend to find out. What brings you here?" He asked.

[Thy Masked Tragedy]

Closing her eyes, Eve gave a soft sigh and placed a hand against the crimson cape around her. 'This thing is as old as we are...' She turned to look at the clock. "Eight minutes now. No one can make it here in Eight minutes. This is pointless." She twirled the keys around her finger and pressed her forehead against the glass window. "And yet, I still can't force myself to lock these damn doors and move on."

[Enigma]

* Bar *

A figure in the red tux passed by the window and rounded the corner and pushed the door open wildly, even if she was against it or not. "Closing on a school night? I don't think so." The crimson haired man flashed a grin that might have meant something. "Tequila, side of raspberry tonic." The man shrugged his shoulder and head moved to the side to watch for the others if they were there, which probably were. “Oh, and if you don’t have a policy about it, can I purchase a case of cigars from you? Preference doesn’t matter.” His hand moved out and his palm opened to reveal a few silver coins. “I do hope this will suffice. If not, I can pay manually. With gold if needed.” He tilted his head to the side as if asking such a question.

[Ninmast]

*Bar*

As she had been the entire time, the green-haired girl was right on Abel's heel, passing wordlessly through the door in his wake. She said nothing, expressed nothing. She simply stood there in her misfitting clothes as the stone pulsed calmly on the string about her neck.

[Thy Masked Tragedy]

Eve threw herself back against one of the tables, dodging the opening door. As he spoke, she blinked at him---expressionless. She probably looked lost--almost as if he were speaking a foreign language to her. After a moment or so of simple staring at the man, Eve staggered over to the bar top, and dug out two mugs. “I haven’t had time to bring the supplies upstairs, sir.” She tried to keep her face calm. “Help yourself to anything you’d like downstairs. We have cigars, food, and drink.” After nudging the mugs to the edge of the counter she turned and moved toward the kitchen. “Follow me if you would, and it’s on the house. Register’s already closed.”

[Karite]

----Bar—

(It’s been so long since I posted in this rp that it might take me awhile to get back into character)

Fenikkusu moved through the doors, studying the green haired girl. He still didn’t trust her, but simply kept his guard up. He sat next to Abel on the opposite side of the girl and didn’t say a word. He activated the fire scroll on his back, and kept his palm cannon ready incase she made a wrong move. We listened to the other girl, and turned to see what Abel’s next move was. He liked free stuff, but he couldn’t eat or drink anything which put him in an even worst mood.

[EJP]

*Tigerwolf drove around the city until he finaly found a pub that looked old and was open late. He knew that the chances of him running into the demon already would be too few right now and that he'd more likely get into a bar fight than a shootout. Still, there wasn't any point of taking chances. This time he left his Bretta behind but took the small suitcase that was under his laptop. He opened it, inside the suitcase was an H&K MP5K loaded with a dual side by side 30 round magazine, a detached scilencer attachment, and 3 other dual side by side 30 round magazines. Tigerwolf removed the spare magazines and put them on the inside of his jacket before closing up the suitcase. The suitcase itself was small, gunmetal grey, had a conbination lock right under the handle, the handle itself was a fixed handle with a trigger on it, and would swing open quickly if the trigger was pull and the combination was set correctally. Chances are that the suitcase would scream "threat" to any other gun fighter or highly intelligent law officer. Tigerwolf once again hit the kill switch in his car before exiting it with suitcase in hand.*

Tigerwolf: " I just hope I don't have to use my mind tricks on any one."

*Tigerwolf entered the pub which was moderatly filled and had a TV on at the counter. The place was kinda quite for a bar with just talking going on in the outer booths. Tigerwolf head over to the bar. The barkeep looked old with grey hair and dressed in old clothes. Before Tigerwolf had the chance to say anything the barkeep spoke.*

Barkeep: " Ay! You look too young to be drinking, but judging from the fact you have a suitcase I guess you walked here. Tell ya what, I'll let you have one. But only one and then you better piss off without even trying to order another."
Tigerwolf: " Fine then, I'll have a pint of the house beer."

*The Barkeep filled a glass with beer from behind the counter and then placed it infront of Tigerwolf. Tigerwolf took a big sip of the beer with his spare hand. It tasted ok for beer. It didn't matter that he could only have this one. Now was the time for work, not for getting smashed. Tigerwolf Looked over at the TV, the news was on and reporting about some dumb celleb doing something pointless that didn't matter.*

Tigerwolf: " Hey barkeep, whats been happening in the neighborhood?"

(In case your extremely dense or something, Tigerwolf is at a different bar than MT's character and all those other people. Also, some responses to my post would be helpful.)