The Gang of Five
Role Play => Random Role Play => Topic started by: Raptor on March 19, 2009, 07:15:53 PM
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"So, who was he?"
"Nathan Willson. Corporate bigshot. Made alot of people angry. But not this angry."
The body was concealed within a bag. Thank god for small favors.
"What are you saying?"
"Well, if this was your average angry employee, they just would've shot him."
John looked at his partner quizzicly. "So? Maybe it was some psycho."
Andrew shook his head. He looked back at the bodybag, and then at the bloody mess that was the scene of the crime.
Written in the blood of the late Nathan Willson, were the words
'This is the first. We will not hault. We are the holy legions.
WE ARE ANGELS.'
"There's been psychos before who thought they were gods, or angels, or some crap like that." John said, with a shrug.
Andrew stroked the stubble on his chin, then lit up a cigarette. He placed it in his mouth, blew out some smoke, then took it out.
"I dunno, something doesn't seem right about this case."
"It's a murder, Andrew. Murders never feel right."
From a nearby window, a Raven perched. It eyed the two cops with unnerving attentivness.
Against all reason, it spoke, quietly, to itself.
"They have returned."
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Name:
Age:
Gender:
Personality:
Profession:
Appearance:
Note: As of now, John and Andrew will not have full profiles posted, and will be counted as NPCs. However, They cannot die, as they are intergral to the plot. As such, they may also be controlled by anyone who wants to controll them, although I will make the major decisions regarding the duo.
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Name: Darien Whitefang
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Personality: Lackadaisical, Seeming completely absentminded, but these traits are merely a facade to disguise his cunning, intellectual personality. Morally, he tends to see things in terms of black and white, very rarely seeing things in shades of gray.
Profession: Private Detective/Vigilante (Alias: Darkmoon)
Appearance: Darien stands roughly 6'0", and is extremely thin, but with definite muscle tone. He has brown hair and eyes. As both a detective and as Darkmoon, he wears a ragged black trenchcoat, where he conceals his dagger and his pistol. As Darkmoon, he wears a distinct triangular mask over his face, masking his voice by way of a voice changer.
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Darien stepped into the room, and looked at the corpse.
"My god. What did this poor soul do to get this done? He looks worse than some lion attack victims..."
He said, looking away...
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"We don't know who would've killed him other then angry employees." Said John, glad to take his eyes off of the blood-soaked bodybag.
Andrew shook his head. "But this isn't the work of a normal person. Look at the blood! You saw the body before it was put away. Those wounds weren't caused by your average knife."
John's frown grew deeper. "What are you saying? Some psycho with a chainsaw came down and carved the poor bastard up?"
"We were just through this."
"Yeah, I still think it was some psycho."
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"They found the corpse." The Raven said.
The figure looking down at him nodded.
"Do they know what caused it? What slaughtered that man?" He said. He spoke in an english accent. The figure was thin, not just for average thin, but past the line of emaciated. He was wearing rather odd garb for such a warm night. A full black coat and tails, with matching pants. The figure also wore a scarf pulled up over his face, and sunglasses, even though it was pitch black outside. Atop his head, was a black tophat.
"They're just mortals. How would they figure it out?" The Raven answered.
"I'm suprised at your insults. I am mortal." The figure replied.
"Was mortal." Intergected the Raven.
"You were mortal. You should know the intelligence of mortals." The figure said. "Why else would I place my trust in them?"
"You know, I never really understood that." The Raven sighed.
"We are too close to the sight of the murder. They may suspect us, and the last thing I want to have to do is prove my innocence."
"Why? We didn't kill him. We're trying to help the idiots."
The figure sighed. "They'd make me take off my scarf."
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Name: Max
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Personality: Bouncy, ditzy, and a bit of an air head, she can create a mess just as fast as she can solve a problem. She's the best in her field, but...she can't seem to remember what it is.
Profession: FBI Agent!
Appearance: Max is about 5'9" She wears the traditional FBI navy blue jacket, but she trades the classic kaki pants for leather, and a red top, upon which she hides her gun in her bra.
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Max opened the door as if it were her fist day on the job. however as she saw the body, she froze...and then began to giggle as she said, "Hey...who ordered the chopped meatloaf?"
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Darien sighed and smiled at Max. He had worked with her before, and he was well-used to her quirks.
"There aren't many clues as to who, or even why right now, Max. The one thing I can say with certainty is that he's definitely dead."
He said playfully, reaching inside his coat and pulling out a bag of cheese puffs.
"Care for some food?"
He asked, offering Max the bag...
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Andrew looked back at the pair, quizzicly. He shrugged, and said "Well, we're not going to figure out much else here. They took most of the evidence. We're here for a last sweep of the place. And we're also the lucky few who get to take the body down to the morgue."
John nodded, and with a false grin, said "Ain't that nice, kids?"
Andrew sighed. He looked around the parking complex(One of those big multi-level ones) and froze. "Whoa."
"What?" Said John.
"Did forensics take a look at this yet?"
"Take a look at what?"
"Over here." Andrew said, crouching by one of the supports.
John walked over, and looked at the place where Andrew was indicating.
"Holy ****."
The concrete had five, deep gashes in it.
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Darien froze,
"Something tells me that these are so, so not accidental. Or natural. "
He said, running his hand over the gashes.
"What could have done this?"
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Max was stepping over to take a look when she slipped on a body part and sent the poor man's head clear through the open window opposite the one Darien and the others were staring through.
"Oopsie!" She cried. However even after that blunder she stood up and looked at what the others were staring at in the parking lot, and heard Darien's question which she promptly answered by saying: "Uhhh.. a really big puppy dog...or a sweet little cat."
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John blinked, mouth agape. Andrew stayed motionless, probably too dumbfounded to speak.
"I..." John was simply too shocked to speak.
Andrew shook his head, and said "Well.... we'll have to tell forensics about this. We need to get the body to the lab. Maybe they'll know what killed him."
John swallowed. "So.... who wants to go get the dead guy's head?"
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Max raised her hand as if she were in preschool again and shouted, "I DO! I DO!" she then did something extraordinary as she dived out the window, but grabbed the edge and flipped down the fire escape keeping in perfect balance till she reached the ground floor, and picked up the head like it was a prize and shouted "I GOT IT! What do I win?!"
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John simply stood there, even more confused.
"Well... you get to put it back with the rest. We'll load the body into the car and get back to base." Said Andrew, shaking his head.
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Max giggled and nodded her head.
"Okie dokie! Uhhh...which van is ours again...it's kinda hard to tell with so many sitting in the street.
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Darien sighed.
"Our van is...this one? No... What about this one? Hmm... that's not it..."
He paused.
"Okay...I forgot which one was our van..."
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John walked over to one of then neigh-identical vans, and opened it, showing the comminications and various other forms of police gadgetry.
"This one. I know my car." He said, going to the back and opening up the doors.
Andrew nodded. "Get the body in the back, we'll take it up to foresics so they can have a look inside."
John smiled slightly. "Then they don't have alot of work to do, do they?"
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Max giggled and put the severed head inside a plastic bag, and placed it in the back, her eyes then went wide as she noticed a big red button that said 'Don't Touch' and she just had to push it...but when she did a loud and rather annoying alarm went off.
"Ahhh...what is that...sound it hurts my ears!" cried Max as she tried to cover her ears.
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Darien leapt backwards, clutching his hands over his ears.
"Gah! That thing's REALLY loud! Can you PLEASE get it to shut up?"
He yelled over the din, his right eye shut as he tried to block out the noise...
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John ran over to the van, covering his ears, and hit the button.
"God damn! The button says don't touch, can it be any plainer then that?" John said, rubbing his forehead.
Andrew shook his head, trying to get the ringing out of his ears. "Uh... Ugh. Alright, alright, disregarding that little event, we need to get the rest of the stiff in the car."
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Max giggled for a moment before saying, "Don't you mean the rest of the 'stuff'? I mean like really...it's not even a whole person anymore!"
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Darien nodded.
"Max is right. I mean, look at him. He looks like some sorta filet of human or something. Geeze..."
He said, going back to eating his cheese puffs...
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Andrew sighed. "Whatever. Let's just get his.. parts and move them out of here." He said, picking up one of the bags and placing it near the head in the van.
John helped with the grisly task, until most of the corpse's scattered limbs had been retrieved.
"Now, let's get outta here. I want to find out just what killed this man." Andrew sighed. He placed the last body part, a foot, in the back of the van.
John climbe in the driver's seat, and beckoned for the others to get in.
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"You see my point?" Said the Raven.
"No, I'm afraid I don't, Edgar." The figure replied.
The raven's feathers ruffled, and its eyes narrowed. "You know I hate it when you call me that." He snapped.
"Why? It is your name." Said the figure, in an amused tone.
Edgar the Raven groaned. "Yeah, well, pretty soon it's all 'Nevermore, nevermore' and honestly, I hate that stereotype with a passion."
"Go on." Said the figure, a quick flash of a chuckle in his voice.
"With what?"
"Your point."
"My point... oh, yes. Well, the mortals are idiots. That women blundered several times." Said Edgar, with a tone of superiorty.
"Ah, yes, but she proved her physical prowess with her acrobatic skills." Asserted the figure.
"Yeah, well, she doesn't have anything upstairs, and that's my point, Ryan." The Raven replied, hastily.
The figure, Ryan, shrugged and said "We'll see."
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Max had opted to sit in the back of the van with the dismembered pieces of the figure and she was currently putting them back together like a big puzzle, and she stopped for a moment as she asked a question.
"Hey guys, what do I do if I happen to find something 'bouncy' on the body?" Even in what little bit of mind she had, it still sounded kinda like a dumb question, but she felt the need to ask.
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"Don't do anything with it!" John growled, his nerves on the verge of snapping as he drove.
"Just put it with the rest of the... parts." Andrew said, in a much calmer voice.
From a nearby alleyway, a dark figure in a hoodie watched as they passed. It was rather eerie, the concentration and outright expressionless face the person displayed. He watched the van pull away, and retreated back into the dark.
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Max flinched at the tone John used, and with a sigh she proceded not to move anymore, but as they passed an alleyway she felt...uneasy, almost scared...but she couldn't figure out why. So she shrugged it off and while sitting crossed legged, she attempted to get some sleep.
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Darien looked over at Max, then took his coat and draped it over her.
"Here. Don't want you catching cold, now."
He said quietly to her, smiling...
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From behind Edgar and Ryan, a low, wolfish growl could be heard.
"Now, now...They are not a threat to us, Daigoro."
Said a calm voice, as the speaker stepped into view. He was a male, perhaps clad more out-of-place than even Ryan. He wore a Japanese kimono, as well as shoulder armor, wooden sandals on his feet, and a crimson sash around his waist. At his hip was a katana scabbard, and he wore a woven-straw hat low over his face to cover his eyes.
"My name is Yojinbo."
He said, quietly...
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Max smiled as she felt the coat placed over her shoulders. She continued to sleep but began to dream oddly about a raven and something dark and sinister, although she couldn't understand what it was.
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John pulled around a corner, and came to the police station. They pulled around to the garage, and a group of forensics came down to wheel the various body parts away to the lab. One of them looked to John.
"Welson, would you mind checking out the morgue? Been hearing some strange noises down there. Probably rats or something."
Andrew raised his eyebrows. "You're afraid of some rats?"
"Well, we have to take care of this."
"Won't have to cut 'im up, too much. He's already in pieces." John observed, before turning on his heel and heading down to the morgue.
OOC: Don't follow John. I haz plan.
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"Yojinbo? 'Ello, the name's Ryan." Said Ryan, extending a gloved hand to shake. He shot a quick glance back at Edgar.
"That's Edgar."
Edgar said nothing, but fluffed his feathers up irritably.
"What brings you around these parts?" Continued Ryan, conversationally. "Don't often see your sort around here."
He awaited the samurai-like character's response. Or would have.
"Oh bugger!" He exclaimed. "Terribly sorry." He said hastily, leaping over the side of the building.
"... Ryan, where the hell are you going?!" Yelled Edgar.
Ryan seemed to ignore him. "Edgar, talk to him, but don't tell him anything until you know he's trustworthy." Ryan called back. "I have VERY urgent buisness to attend to."
Ryan got into a black, old-fashioned car which had been hidden in the shadows, and sped off.
Edgar blinked, looked back to Yojinbo, swallowed, and said "Well.. hello.. er... How's it going?"
OOC: What's in the morgue? Why did Ryan leap off a building and drive off in a black car? What is Ryan, anyway? Find out next time on Stab in the Dark!
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Max woke up after having the back doors opened. She yawned and stretched her arms as she stepped out. She didn't see John, but figured he had stuff to do, and she needed a coffee break. She walked into the police station and after finding the commons room she quickly grabbed a cup of coffee and sipped on it.
"I wonder where John went?" she asked aloud.
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John strolled down the corridors, whistling to the tune of Sing'n in the Rain. It was good to get away from the tiny bits of that dead body. Of course, he was about to be near more body parts, but he wouldn't see them, so it wouldn't be as bad.
He came to the door of the morgue, and instantly noticed the door was ajar. "Damn, it's small wonder all the corpses aren't rotted messes by now." He muttered, pushing the door open, then shutting it behind him.
It was cold in the morgue. It had to be, because bodies didn't preserve themselves.
John's eyes scanned the shelves, until he looked down to ground level.
He froze.
There was a man in a grey hoodie, with brown pants, standing over a corpse that had been pulled out of the racks.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing in here?! How did you get in?!" John called.
The figure didn't turn. It simply stood there, staring down at the corpse. As he came closer, John noticed the man was leaning forward.
"What the **** are you doing?!"
The figure slowly turned. John's eyes widened when he saw that the face of the cadaver had been completely ripped off, and the stomach had been torn open. To compound the horrors, one of the arms was missing.
The wounds were fresh.
The man came to face John. The man's entire front was stain in blood, especially around the mouth. He was gripping an intestine in one hand. He dropped it.
John unholstered his gun, and swung it up to aim at the figure. "Put your hands where I can see them, you freak!"
The man said nothing. He took a step forward.
"I said put your hands up, you ****er!"
The man took another step. John noticed a thin line, directly down the man's face. Another line ran from right to left, intersecting with the first line in the middle.
The man took one more step, and John fired a warning shot.
The figure responded by opening up his entire face.
The man's face split along the lines, splitting into four flaps, each lined with with razor-sharp teeth. There was a circular maw in the center, also lined with teeth.
John took a step back. "What the ****...?!"
The thing ran at him. John started to backpedal. He fired once, grazing the man's-no, it wasn't human at all-shoulder. It didn't even stop.
Just as John was about to back into a wall, an incredibly skinny figure stepped out in front of him.
"Terribly sorry." The figure said in an english accent. He pulled out an old-fashioned revolver, and shot the creature in the mouth. It was flung backwards from the force of the shot, and finally lay bleeding, and unmoving.
The skinny figure turned to John. "Now, I'll be going. Cheerio." He turned to leave, but John had, by now, recovered from the shock.
"Who the hell are you?!" He called to the retreating figure.
The skinny man was dressed in a coat and tails, and a tophat. He wore sunglasses and a thick scarf over his mouth and nose. He carried a cane, but did not use it. He turned back to John.
"Well, that's not a nice thing to say to your savior. A Thank you would've been nice." He said.
"Who are you, and how did you get in here?!"
"Oh, dear, not this again... I just saved your life, isn't that enough?"
"And what the hell was that thing?!!"
"Look, I'd rather not get into details, but suffice to say it was very nasty and wanted to kill you and devour your soul. I mean that literally."
"WHAT?!"
"You heard me."
"... Take that scarf off. I need to confirm you identity."
"Err.... I'd rather not."
"Then I'll be forced to take you in."
"I just saved your bloody LIFE!"
"Yeah, and you broke into a police station and killed somebody."
"You were going to kill it too!"
"Take off the scarf."
The skinny figure sighed. "Alright, fine." He said, grudginly. "But first, you're not afraid of... movies about undead and stuff of that sort, right?"
"Zombie movies? No, what the hell does this have to do with anything?"
"Good."
The skinny figure reached up, and pulled both the scarf, and the sunglasses, off.
He was very, very pale.
He was also missing eyes.
And skin.
And flesh.
He was missing everything except for the bone, in fact.
"'Ello, my name's Ryan. Good to meet you." Said the skeleton, with a perpetual grin.
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"Don't know, Max. He didn't say where he was..."
Darien stopped when he heard gunshots fired.
"I think we should go check that out."
He said, standing up and drawing his handgun...
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Yojinbo tipped his hat to Edgar.
"Your friend, Ryan. He is not quite human, is he? May I hazard the guess that he is in some way, some form of either undead, or ancient? Skeletal, most likely?"
He said, looking back up calmly, then gesturing to a strange lion-dog that was seated next to him.
"Daigoro here noticed that first."
He said, affectionately patting the dog on the head, then froze.
"It seems there is a disturbance nearby. Forgive me, but I must depart for the moment. Daigoro, keep Edgar company. Play nice, you two."
Yojinbo leapt away, forming a swirling portal that he stepped into, fading from sight...
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Inside the morgue, the body behind Ryan and John slowly twitched, standing back up and moving towards the duo, face open and fangs bared. From behind the duo, Yojinbo phased into being, drawing his sword in a swift slash and cleaving the foe in two. He then turned to Ryan and John.
"Accursed. They never fall the first time they are slain."
He said simply, tipping his hat...
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Max giggled at the sounds.
"They sound like ballons popping! Yeah let's go see if John is having a party!" She turned on her heal and sprinted behind Darien unsheathing her duel machetes in the processes.
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"Oh dear. Never seen one do that before." Ryan said casually. He strode over to the corpse, and flipped the upper half over.
"AHA!" He said, pulling a small shard of metal from the dead creature's back.
"Somebody gave this Soul Eater a bit of a boost, making it one of the 'Accursed', as you call it. Normally, my friend here," Ryan raised the revolver. "Kills anything. And I mean anything."
John was simply too shocked to speak.
Ryan looked up to the shelves. "Oh, come out. You're lousy hiders, all of you."
A Soul Eater lept down from an open shelf. Ryan shot it in mid leap. It landed nearby.
"This one doesn't appear to have the shard. I wonder if it's a form of hierachy?" He mused, kicking the corpse, who was wearing a blue sweater.
"The better your are, the more ressurects you get, eh?" He said, casting his permenant grin to the frozen cop.
John was still recovering.
"Oh. It appears to have been a little much for him." Ryan said, walking over to the shuddering figure.
"If it's any consolation, one of those was probably your killer. Although it's very bold for them to attack a populated area like this, even if it is such a small number."
John blinked, the first movement he had made in a while.
OOC: So, what did you think of Ryan's skeletal nature? Also, be prepared for more strange monsters. Not here, those were the only two Soul Eaters in the morgue. But there will be more of them later, and some other odd creatures.
Also included: An Immortal Serial Killer.
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Max stepped into the mourge room and for a moment didn't or couldn't say anything....she was just too shocked. She then stepped forward and poked John on the back as she said,
"Whats up...are ya makin popcorn down here?! Cause I could use some!" She then looked down and squealed...
"YAY!!!! More bodies....but wait...ohhhh are they like zombies....I LOVE ZOMBIE!!!
OOC: Contrary to Max's claim of undead affection I personally HATE the undead....evil walking, brain eating monsters! :DD And as for Ryans official 'appearance' that was a pretty big shock for me! Great work!
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John finally spoke.
"You... you can't be a skeleton..."
"Can't I?" Replied Ryan, amused.
"You... You're just some freak in a costume. I'm taking you in."
Ryan sighed. "Could a freak in a costume do this?"
He rolled his sleave up, showing the white bone of his arm.
Ryan proceeded to tear his arm off.
"Well, I suppose they could if they had an extremely high threshold for pain, but they definantly couldn't do this."
Ryan popped his arm back on, and rolled his sleeve back down. He worked his arm around, cracked his neck, and said "Good as new."
John's jaw dropped.
Ryan at last noticed Max's appearance.
"Oh, hello. I noticed your acrobatic prowess in retrieving the man's head. My compliments to you."
"Now, as I was saying, those were Soul Eaters. One of them was apparently 'Accursed' and had the ability to rise again. They are monsters. They kill and eat humans. Do you understand?"
John nodded vaguely.
"Good. Now, I don't understand what made them choose to attack a city, but they didn't come off very well from it. Still, somebody gave one of them that shard."
John wasn't truely paying attention to what the skeleton was saying. He was still trying to figure out what he had eaten to have such a strange dream.
He finally communicated this in words.
"This is a dream, right?" John laughed, smiling. "Sure is a weird one."
Ryan wasn't amused. "I'm certainly real. Tell me, would a dream be able to do this?"
Ryan picked up his cane, and gripped the top. He pulled, and there was the sound of metal grating on metal as a gleaming rapier came free from the rest of the cane.
Ryan held it forward, and gentally pocked John in the arm with it.
John recoiled in pain, and grasped his arm where the blade had touched him. It had made a shallow, yet painful hole.
"What the HELL was that for?" He exclaimed, as a small trickle of blood came from the wound.
Ryan looked satisfied, insofar as a skeleton can look satisfied. "If this were a dream, that wouldn't have hurt. Also, there'd probably be some sort of odd shape pinwheeling through the background."
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Max who'd seen the whole event transpire giggled and then hugged Ryan as she exclaimed, "HI DEATH!!! Are you going to give me my puppy dog back?! Cause I miss him!"
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Darien poked his head into the room, looking at the scene for a moment.
"Am I interrupting anything?"
He asked, raising an eyebrow...
Yojinbo looked up, revealing a mask over his face, then removed said mask, revealing his face, which appeared to be spectral, fading in and out faintly as he "breathed."
"Agreed. And I see no such shapes, so, this is not likely a dream."
He stated, examining the metal shard closer.
"Wait...This shard...it's part of a fayth. That would explain the boost to the Soul Eater's power, at least. But...who has access to the fayths? They were all supposedly sealed..."
He said quietly, then looked over at Max and Darien.
"Oh, hello there. It is nice to meet you both. My name is Yojinbo."
He added...
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Ryan looked down at the girl, displaying suprise, insofar as a skeleton can display shock.
"I'm... not death, sorry to say. I have met her before, and she's really not much like me." He said. "Now... if you'll excuse me.." He gently pulled away from the girl, and walked over to Yojinbo.
"A Fayth, you say? I haven't see one in over 100 years!" Ryan exclaimed, examining the shard closer.
John shook his head. "You're all insane! This is crazy!
Ryan shook his head. "Speak for yourself."
Andrew happened to follow.
"I heard gunshots-what the....?"
Ryan sighed. "Look, I'm Ryan, I'm a skeleton. This fellow here's Yojyn-Yoja-whatever his name is, and those are the bodies of soul-stealing monsters." Normally, he ouldn't have been so fast to explain, but there were quiet a few people and he wanted to make sure the all heard him.
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David Wills crunched against the hard asphalt. He groaned in pain, but his assaliant picked him up again.
"Why are you doing this?!" He coughed, blood dripping from his mouth.
The figure did not respond. Instead, he stabbed David through the back, and ripped the knife up through his body. He threw the dying man to the ground, and made to walk away, but then stopped. He walked back, grabbed David's hand, and cut a finger off.
"Remember, as you lay there bleeding," Said the figure, in a voice that would make Frankestein cringe. "Your killer's name is Kane." He walked away.
David saw flashing lights go off before his eyes. He felt his warm blood trickle onto the Asphalt.
Then, he felt nothing.
He stood up, quiet perplexed, and looked down.
No blood. He had his finger back, everything was normal.
David looked down a little further, and saw his bloodied, mutilated corpse lieing there.
Naturally, he was rather shocked. In fact, he screamed.
"Don't be frightened." A new voice said.
David suddenly was not frightened in the slightest.
"This is- this isn't your time." The voice was smooth and feminine.
David turned to see who was speaking.
It was a young women, in her early twenties. She was thin, attractive, and damn near perfect.
Too perfect to be human.
She was silver. The irises of her eyes were silver, her hair was silver, and the dress she wore, a very plain one, was silver. She was also extremely pale.
David's jaw dropped. In life, he wouldn't have even talked to a girl like this, for fear of rejection.
She walked towards him, a faint frown playing across her lips.
"You aren't suppost to die... not yet." She sighed. She sounded very sad.
David made a move to comfort her, but then realized that he had just passed through her.
She smiled. "You're a spirit, a soul now. You can't touch the living world. Or my world. Would you like to come with me?"
David nodded.
Death smiled as she took his hand, and they both vanished.
OOC: This post has seen all the main characters finding out about Ryan, the introduction of Kane, the serial killer, and the introduction of Death herself.
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Darien nodded.
"Right...That makes...no sense whatever. But okay. Is there some way we can help with the soul-stealing things?"
He asked, raising an eyebrow...
Yojinbo nodded.
"I must agree. There is something strange here..."
He said to Ryan...
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Max clapped her hands together, as she spoke. "Oh Soul stealers..are those anything like a sugarcane tree? Cause those are AWESOME!!! Can I have one...can I can I?" she begged.
Then forgetting about her question for the moment she poked at the remains of the creatures with her index finger and giggled as she said, "Ohhh..the gooey stuff burns...cool!"
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OOC: Sorry about the abscence, guys. Things came up.
IC: Ryan gazed at the girl as she poked the bloodied remains.
"....Okay, then." Ryan said, looking away.
"Now, you can't tell anyone about this, or Yogi here and I will be very, very upset. I'm not trying to threaten you, far from it. But I'd rather not have a stake driven through my chest." Ryan explained. "It ruins my suit, and takes weeks to get the bone repaired."
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Max giggled like a school girl and smiled as she stood up. "I promise! Besides, i'll probably forget in a few....ohhh....will this blood melt steel? That would be the best thing like ever!!!!"
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Name: Leonard Carper
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Personality: grouchy, evasive, insomniac, but very curious. He enjoys involving himself in things that are none of his business. He also likes to take on false personae, often assuming accents(which he is very good at doing) and mannerisms.
Profession: antique dealer
Appearance: 5'11", dark blond hair, thin but not extremely so, and pince-nez glasses. He wears a dark gray suit. He carries a cane for self-defense, and walks with a fake limp so as not to arouse suspicion.
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The dog and the raven sat forgotten for the moment in the parking garage, and suddenly a voice barked from behind them.
"Oi! Who's there?"
The voice was male, and sounded Australian, but a moment later, when the man limped close enough to find only a dog and a raven, he spoke with a normal American accent.
"Ah," he said, smiling whimsically at Edgar and Daigoro.
"'And this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy in to smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, Thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what thy lordly name is, on the night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."'"
Slowly his grin faded, and Leonard removed his pince-nez, rubbing his darkly-shadowed eyes with his free hand. His cane he held hooked over his elbow. "Listen to me, I'm reciting poetry to a crow and a stray mutt. I gotta get some sleep."
He returned the glasses to his face, peering back at the unlikely pair once more.
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If Edgar had been capable of displaying a true expression, it would've been one of anger. But instead, he ruffled his feathers irritably and croaked. It was infuriating, not being able to tell the man off. But one thing Edgar prided himself in was common sense, something that he perceived Ryan as not having much of.
It was why, then, that when Edgar heard the faint footsteps of a new intruder, he was on guard. He didn't care about the mortal, especially with the nevermore remark, but he certainly cared about himself.
He stared angrily at the nearby entrance for the parking garage. It was shrouded in shadow, but not impossible to see.
From the darkness, a fat man emerged. He was wearing a Pizza Hut jacket, a grey shirt, and grey pants. He had nametag, which was askew, that said 'Hello, my name is Joe'. There was also what was definantly not pizza sauce, but was certainly red, stained on his mouth and shirt.
He started walking with determination, towards Edgar, Daigoro, and the mortal.
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"I certainly hope not." Said Ryan. "Seeing as you've touched it multiple times."
Ryan looked around at the assembled cops and detectives, and continued.
"You'll need to be on guard at all times, Soul Eaters look human until they open their mouths. Generally, there will be some bloodstains somewhere on them." Ryan leaned back against the shut racks of corpses.
"However, they don't talk, and are usually terribly stupid."
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Daigoro looked at Edgar, sending him a mental communication.
"Edgar...Soul Eater in front of us. Should we take it out?"
He asked, making no audible sounds...
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Leonard turned when he heard footsteps, and beheld 'Joe' as the man drew closer.
"Is there something I can do for you?" he asked irritably, using a Kiwi accent.
He gripped the handle of his cane tightly, noting the red stains on the man's front that didn't really look much like pizza sauce...
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Edgar felt mentally violated. Psychics always bothered him. He'd only let one idividual into his mind of his own will. The worst part was, that he couldn't respond. The conditioning required for telepathic communication had always bored Edgar, so he focused on other things, like throwing fire.
'Joe' walked forward, and when he was about ten feet away, his face split open, revealing the horrible teeth and circular maw. The Soul Eater screeched, charging forward.
OOC: Soul Eaters are more durable then humans, but they can still die. You hit it on the head enough, and it's not going to do very well.
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Leonard's heart sank as the creature opened its great maw. Well, crap...
When the Soul Eater was nearly upon him, a strong whack from his cane to the creature's chin stopped it long enough for Leonard to move out of the way and swing at it again. Then, still frantically dodging its attacks, he flipped the cane around and used the end of the handle(which was a derby handle, not a hook) to deliver concentrated blows to various parts of the monster's body. It recoiled whenever Leonard hit its head, so he began focusing on that.
Now he was breathing heavily, and getting slower evading his attacker. He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer...
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Daigoro let out a loud roaring bark, and in a flash of flames, turned into a raging armored beast, rushing the Soul Eater...
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Max giggled like she'd just received a life time supply of ice cream as she said, "Ohhh what happens after they open their mouths huh?! Is it something bright and colorful?!"
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Edgar did not say anything. Then, after the pause, he said "Damn." He turned his head to the side, and a ball of flames gathered at the tip. With a flick of hi beak, the flames shot forward and struck the Soul Eater in the chest.
The Soul Eater tumbled back, the spot in the center of his chest still smouldering. However, he seemed to have a pecuilar durability, and survived, albeit weakened, and a fair bit slower.
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Ryan paused. "Well," He began. "Soul Eaters feed on two things. Obviously, the Soul of the victim. The name would be rubbish if they didn't. But they are not wasteful, and feed on the rest as well."
"When a Soul Eater opens it's mouth, it immediatly attempts to clamp it over the face of it's victim. Now, they have terribly bad breath, so it may seem like their trying to kill you with that. But it they suceed, they proceed to remove the victim's face. Rather inelegantly, I'm afraid. But that's not the half of it. Anyone killed by a Soul Eater cannot be claimed by Death, because the do not truely die. Instead, they are trapped, until the Soul Eater finishes slowly feeding off the soul and body."
Ryan looked at all of them. "Now, is that pleasant?" He said sarcastically.
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Max frowned for a moment and replied, "Well when ya say it like that...it still sounds kinda fun!" She then laughed and twirled her weapons.
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Darien shook his head, a small smirk on his face.
"Sometimes, I worry about you, Max"
He said teasingly...
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Meanwhile, in the Parking Garage, Daigoro had leapt the Soul Eater, pinning it to the ground, and was struggling with it, each trying to land a bite first...
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Max smiled at Darien and giggled.
"You don't need to worry about little old me...I'm just psychotic!" she said aloud with another small laugh following her speech.
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Darien chuckled.
"That's what I worry about, Max."
He said, grinning at her with a blush...
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Max smiled and asked Ryan a question.
"Hey, can we go looking for one of those soul eater guys...I wanna show ya my moves!" She said with a goofy smile as she hopped up and sat on one of the tables near her.
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Darien sighed.
"I bet I'm going to regret saying this, but...I think I wouldn't mind letting you all see what I have, too..."
He said...