NeverBetter
The Slayer of Pizza
In the Shadows of Hope lie doubt. In the Shadows of Joy are depression. In the Shadows of what I am, you are to be. I am death, and you are life. But how good can death be to life? Well, in death, at least you're not a toy for another's amusement...
The dull morning mist hung in the air just above the city, filtering down in thickness when it wafted down to these eerie greenish yellow windows full of shadows. Ease, my players, these are not more of you lovely people, just figures that lay on the pane of glass between them and this cloud, unidentifiable from this distance. To Skolas, this place was familiar, it could have been the fact that he worked in a town just like it, or thst his assignments often took him here, but he knows the area well.
The tall skyscrapers and compact roads would remind anyone else of New York, the town it is modeled after however, the lacking number of people to populate it is oddly surreal. Not that this wasn't surreal anyhow. There were a few vehicles on the road, but you wouldn't think that they see much use and are more as a novelty.
Our group sits atop the peer, where what looks like a giant ocean liner that previously had rest at the bottom of the ocean had taken off. Once again, another novelty, but it served as your vessel as you yet to have any powers or skills to call your own yet, and was the setting for our previous talks. You can recall the smell of cigars and the smoke making most things in the room invisible to one's eyes through its thick cloud. Only now do you know who the person you were speaking with looks like, but they obviously know of your appearance. The lack of light, but also a lack of any celestial bodies made it unclear if it were day or night.
"The city of the Dead isn't as.. Well... dead as one might think." Shira's dull-toned voice asked to his charge. "Is it, dear Allison?" He placed a hand on her shoulder, a tight grip like that of a older male trying to both intimidate and assure someone of what they were doing.
He drew a cigarette from his pack and lit it through focusing his energy on it, taking a breath out of the cancer stick. Not like it could hurt him, anyway. He took a step ahead of the group and turned to him, his piercing, sharpened eyes. His pupils dilated for a moment, trying to refocus his sight, and once foxused, his oddly eerie voice crawled over everyone's ears. "This will be our residential area for the time being. Be aware, though you may live here for now, do not cause trouble. Stealing items or other normally injust actions reflect on both yourself and your Reaper."
"Do not let us down. I will be taking the Reapers with me to finish the proper paperwork. If you wish to stay with the humans you took, you may, but I expect compensation in the form of a stiff drink afterwards. Are we clear, all?"
Shira didn't wait for these people to give him a confirmation. However, he did stop for a moment, realizing he bad forgotten one last thing. "You will be going to Kaipora Hotel, it's the taller one on the northeastern side from our current position. Hail a taxi or something and get there. Or don't and be obliterated. Your choice." He then vanished, his Blink ability taking him into the city.
Task: Reach Kaipora Hotel! If you wish you may slack off, sight-see, explore, and or so on. However, from here on in, every action you take will have a consequence, and though we do have a plot outlined, your actions, even now, can give you insight into the plot or change it.
The dull morning mist hung in the air just above the city, filtering down in thickness when it wafted down to these eerie greenish yellow windows full of shadows. Ease, my players, these are not more of you lovely people, just figures that lay on the pane of glass between them and this cloud, unidentifiable from this distance. To Skolas, this place was familiar, it could have been the fact that he worked in a town just like it, or thst his assignments often took him here, but he knows the area well.
The tall skyscrapers and compact roads would remind anyone else of New York, the town it is modeled after however, the lacking number of people to populate it is oddly surreal. Not that this wasn't surreal anyhow. There were a few vehicles on the road, but you wouldn't think that they see much use and are more as a novelty.
Our group sits atop the peer, where what looks like a giant ocean liner that previously had rest at the bottom of the ocean had taken off. Once again, another novelty, but it served as your vessel as you yet to have any powers or skills to call your own yet, and was the setting for our previous talks. You can recall the smell of cigars and the smoke making most things in the room invisible to one's eyes through its thick cloud. Only now do you know who the person you were speaking with looks like, but they obviously know of your appearance. The lack of light, but also a lack of any celestial bodies made it unclear if it were day or night.
"The city of the Dead isn't as.. Well... dead as one might think." Shira's dull-toned voice asked to his charge. "Is it, dear Allison?" He placed a hand on her shoulder, a tight grip like that of a older male trying to both intimidate and assure someone of what they were doing.
He drew a cigarette from his pack and lit it through focusing his energy on it, taking a breath out of the cancer stick. Not like it could hurt him, anyway. He took a step ahead of the group and turned to him, his piercing, sharpened eyes. His pupils dilated for a moment, trying to refocus his sight, and once foxused, his oddly eerie voice crawled over everyone's ears. "This will be our residential area for the time being. Be aware, though you may live here for now, do not cause trouble. Stealing items or other normally injust actions reflect on both yourself and your Reaper."
"Do not let us down. I will be taking the Reapers with me to finish the proper paperwork. If you wish to stay with the humans you took, you may, but I expect compensation in the form of a stiff drink afterwards. Are we clear, all?"
Shira didn't wait for these people to give him a confirmation. However, he did stop for a moment, realizing he bad forgotten one last thing. "You will be going to Kaipora Hotel, it's the taller one on the northeastern side from our current position. Hail a taxi or something and get there. Or don't and be obliterated. Your choice." He then vanished, his Blink ability taking him into the city.
Task: Reach Kaipora Hotel! If you wish you may slack off, sight-see, explore, and or so on. However, from here on in, every action you take will have a consequence, and though we do have a plot outlined, your actions, even now, can give you insight into the plot or change it.
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