Fantasy Hell City: Remastered

[Sinny The Fool]

The usually chaotic nightlife of Hell city. Was eerily calm and usually peaceful for once. It was DISGUSTING!!! So obviously it wouldn't be long before some thugs, terrorists, or villains started causing chaos. The anomaly appearing like cracks in the skies above Hell City rumbles with the anticipation of something big coming, and the balance between the supernatural & natural is being disturbed! Forces are stirring in the underground, all the armies of hell city begin to prepare their next move, and with the desire to bring down this world, the actions of two diabolical men would ignite the fireworks sounding the alarms of mayhem.

Lucifer sat comfortably in his family estate, preparing for a meeting between the Syndicate Families where he would officially announce their next ‘takeover initiative’ and further their expansion into the districts of Hell City like they always did, but this time Lucifer had a different plan in mind. Elsewhere in the city, Thaddeus Rabba and Moses were operating under Lucifer’s orders to capture or kill Six and ‘Jackie Jon Jasper’. Jackie was already secured after his failed attempt at taking Satan’s Law and was escorted by Moses to Cold Gate Prison to assure he wouldn’t pull any ‘funny tricks’ while Thaddeus continued to hunt down Six. Tonight, Thaddeus was closing in on Six, but ‘Mister Genocide’ also has plans of his own, and what would start off as a wild goose chase would quickly turn into a deadly game of cat and mouse. Meanwhile, Joseph Knight Kingsman was arriving back to Hell City after a foreign diplomacy trip to arrange a ‘deadly’ alliance between a military organization known as ‘Pantheon’, set to abolish the current hierarchy altogether - all the cards are beginning to put themselves into place and it is only a matter of time before everyone starts revealing their hand.

Tonight is the night the wheels of change will start turning, the dominos will start falling, and the deck will be stacked against anyone and everyone daring to call Hell City home? Are you going to be one of the forces of change? A drifter just trying to make it by? A self-described man of honor? Or will you get dragged down by others aiming to climb to the top no matter the cost?​

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Mentions: Solemn Jester SidTheSkid Mitchs98 TripTripleTimes Merciless Medic Knight boi kakemha Karcen Foolkin the Ascended Daniel Reaving RedArmyShogun BuggaBoo AbyssFlower Gravitational Force Uasal The Regal Rper

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[SidTheSkid]

[Current Objective: Survive the torture. ]
[Location: Hell City, Industrial District, ??? ]
[Feeling/Mood: Pain. ]
[Interactions: N/A ]
[Mentions: N/A ]

- 11 Hours Prior to Hospitalization | This precedes the current events happening right now. -

Splashing footsteps resonated throughout the evacuated streets of the district, droplets of heavy rain gently dampening the sound as they violently crashed down onto the cracked pavement a lonesome stranger was sprinting on. It'd been like this for about three hours now and the weather wasn't letting up anytime soon, of course the forecast inaccurately predicted "Clear skies and without showers" but that turned out to be a blatant lie seeing how grey foreboding skies that casted a downpour on this quarter of the city brought forth its swift exodus of anyone who was outside; afraid of getting themselves absolutely waterlogged, all except for one determined young adult who was in the middle of delivering a gift-wrapped present that was protectively tucked underneath the arm-pit of the leather jacket he was wearing. "Damn it, she's going to be pissed!" He shouldn't of let the time slip by him, now he was already ten minutes late to his girlfriend's house, on her birthday of all days! Nevertheless Varen was secretly hoping to himself that this present that he'd bought would help her forget about that fact, after all, it was an expensive locket that he'd been purposefully saving his money up for, just for the sake of bringing it to her on her birthday. Fortunately he wasn't too far away from her house as it was just a few blocks up ahead, it'd take him no more than five minutes just to get there, especially now since the streets weren't bustling with people because of all that ungodly rain which made him feel like a damn sea turtle because of how much of it was covering him, even getting into his freaking socks. He was garishly exaggerating his reunion with his girlfriend inside of his head during the course of his sprinting; vividly imagining the embrace of her cozy abode that was safe from the rain, her compassionate hug that never failed to warm his heart, and not to mention the ever-so succulent taste of those wonderful chocolate-chip cookies that she bakes to perfection just for him!

Unbeknownst to him, his preoccupied thoughts of the daydream he was having had left him unaware of the presage that came in the form of an unidentified man who was marginally sticking out their head from behind the corner of a brick-layered wall that stood right along the mouth of a dimly-lit alleyway, their face was shrouded with a crude ski-mask that was loose to their skin. Must've taken him around a week or so to fully understand Varen's habitual routine, this individual and the others that were cloaking themselves in the shadows of backstreet had been stalking him for a lengthy bit of time now after being paid to do so, albeit, they didn't have much information on the person they were going to be ambushing, all they were given was a photograph of the target, a sizable down payment, and a set of instructions to perform after kidnapping their target, apparently the reason for this was over a stolen artifact of all things, must've been really important considering they were being told to extract information out of this poor bastard and kill him afterwards. "So close! I just hope the wrapping paper isn't too wet!" He exhaustedly muffled under his breath as he started to come closer to his beloved's house. Sadly he wouldn't be making it on-time to her house, or ever for that matter because as soon as he had brought himself mere feet away from the entrance of the alleyway he was immediately intercepted by the man who was hiding, they'd taken a step out of their concealment, drew back their clenched fist and heaved it right into Varen's unsuspecting face; rendering him unconscious after he was sent tumbling back to the muddy sidewalk with the back of his head striking the unforgiving concrete beneath him. "He's out! C'mon, stop standing around and give me a hand here!" The shot-calling man wearing the mask whistled for his accomplices as he harshly dragged Veran's comatose body through the innards of the alleyway before eventually, with the assistance of the lackeys, they'd reach a parked SUV with the engine still running, clearly this whole set-up was premeditated days before. "Alright, they should be out for awhile... Bind his wrists and ankles just in case, we don't want to take any chances." The veiled perpetrator hoisted Veran up into the back of the SUV after the trunk was popped, only waiting a few minutes for the others nearby to fasten lengths of thick rope around their victim's ankles and wrists prior to hoping inside of the driver's seat of the vehicle and bringing all of them to the industrial district, more specifically to the vast parking lot of an abandoned ice-cream factory.

The lacking consciousness of the abducted man wouldn't return until an hour later when he found himself waking up, bound to a rusted metal folding chair with the same rope restraints now affixed to the char itself. The unpolished sights around him were sheeted with grime and lack of care, the stone floor underneath his feet and all around him was caked in dirt and dust. Everywhere he looked it gave the impression that this place he was at wasn't anywhere close to where he was before, above all else he realized that this location he was brought to wasn't some figment of his own imagination as the very same men who kidnapped him earlier would emerge from seemingly nowhere to introduce themselves to Varen, but in a very belligerent way with one hastily stepping up to him and driving their fist straight into Varen's unprotected gut. "F-fuck!" Saliva tore from his throat as he quickly hunched forward after receiving the blow; their stomach twisted and turned from the pain as they uncontrollably coughed out some spittle onto their bottom lip with a few traces of blood mixed in. "You're awake now, huh? Good, now we can really start having some fun." Varen was dazed, confused, and not knowing what the hell was happening to him or the reason for why he was here to begin with but it would become suddenly apparent as the same masked man that knocked him out an hour or so ago had approached him after 'shoo'ing' away his lackeys, now presenting himself mere inches away from Varen's face and disrespectfully snatching him by his throat, holding it with a firm but loose grip as not to suffocate Varen as he spoke. "You really screwed up you know? Ever heard of the saying 'Don't take something that doesn't belong to you'?" He'd ask, awaiting Varen's response to which he'd utter back in a shaky tone that was writhing with pain. "W-what.. w-what are you t-talking about?!" Clearly this answer of his didn't seem to entertain his captor as they would promptly deliver a strong backhand straight across Varen's face, interjecting their own pissed off reaction afterward. "Don't give me that bullshit, you stole from the Syndicate. Let me give you a reminder, an artifact, a very priceless necklace that you snatched up with your thieving little mitts. You're going to tell us EXACTLY where it is." They crouched lower to the ground, just enough so that they were at eye-level with Varen whom was inconceivably frightened to the point where his whole body was beginning to shake, what made it worse was that he knew full well that he didn't steal anything and that whoever these people were, they were after someone else entirely. Despite this fact his pleas would go unheard as they fully believed that Varen was responsible for this.

"P-please, I never stole anything! I swear!" Again, this reaction would be met with displeasure except instead of another back hand to the face, the masked individual would simply shake their head from side to side in disapproval before standing up, soon gazing down at Varen with an intense cruelness lurking in their eyes. "So it's going to be like that? Well, we have more than enough time to extract answers from you. So until you are able to 'jog' that memory of yours, you're going to be having a very long night..." With the snap of his two fingers he'd call upon the likes of his underlings who would approach Varen with all sorts of different instruments and tools that were all going to be used to torture him. The barbaric torture scene initially begun when one of them would start ripping off his fingernails with a pair of pliers one by one, a minute later someone else with a hammer would take their turn and spend it fracturing the bones in the young man's arms and legs, another would even bring a scalpel to different parts of his skin, however, this was in a very slow and methodical way just so it would amplify their prey's suffering. The abandoned factory echoed with Varen's hysterical sobbing and screams as the torment continued, there was a time during this torture where he'd give up on screaming because of how much it hurt his lungs and simply decided to cry instead, this would last for several hours with Varen drifting in an out of consciousness before it would 'thankfully' come to an end with the sudden arrival of another criminal.

Spoiler: Silly Sid's Summary Because He Writes Too Damn Long

> Scene takes place in a residential area in Hell City.

> It's raining which kinda sux and its why nobody its really around.

> Varen however is dum and he forgot it wus his gurlfriend's burfday and so he's running out in the poopy weather trying to deliver a gift.

> Doesn't know people are stalkin' him 'cause he's distracted.

> People stalkin' him are criminals of a very low pecking order dispatched by Syndicate to find a dood that stole a priceless necklace.

> They think it's Varen so the head-honcho criminal ambushes him from the alleyway they were in.

> Varen gets knocked da fugg out!

> They bring him to a factory and interrogate him to find this necklace.

> Varen says he had nothing to do with it.

> They don't believe him, so he gets tortured. (Ouchies)

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[Daniel Reaving]

Emelia
Location: Collage-walk home

“b-but I just got my food why are you closing the food halls?!” Emelia whined at the cafeteria staff as she stood at the end of the line. Receiving what clearly wasn’t an answer she wanted the girls look grew sour in a defeated pout as her food was taken back by the cafeteria as well as anyone else’s that was there before all being kicked out. “Awwww I didn’t even get to eat. I don’t wanna walk home on an empty stomach!” She whines rubbing her stomach a little before sighing. Knowing that if the main one was closed every other chow hall was the same and so with her bag over her shoulder and books in her bag she started off campus. Pulling out one of her little manga books she did as always she buried her face into the pages as always and walked.

Soon leaving campus Emelia strolled simply down the almost eerily quiet and empty streets. To engrossed in her latest book to notice anything as she strolled. Reading the pages of her book without a care. Which in all honesty was a blatantly stupid idea, as if she didn’t even know she lived in hell city which in honesty was a nieve thing to do but could you blame the girl. She was after all born and raised outside of the city. Away from hell and crime and death that so often littered the streets. Not to mention her collage was in one of the last few “decent” places here so she didn’t see it much. And so she kept strolling eyes down in the pages of her book as she passed block after block of empty street.

That was until of course she reached a certain page in her book and stopped. Eyes wide with worry as she started to panic. “What?! No no no no no!!” She exclaimed in a little craze as she flipped through the pages rapidly now. “How can they kill the main character off!!!!” She said loudly to herself while flipping through page after page in disbelief. Before her look grew more disheartened as she whined loudly​

 

[Uasal]

Mian Bháis

The sound of tires screeching to a halt, as well as the stench of burning rubber, flooded the senses of those manning the Judast estate gates. Mian had arrived and her Mustang purred melodically as it came to a stop mere centimetres from the gate itself, the grill practically kissing at the hard steel rods that made it up. The men in charge of manning the gates however seemed to be new to the job, motioning for Mian to back up and move toward the inspection point for processing. With a soft sigh, the woman swung her door wide open and moved to the guardpost, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement as she did so. Once face to face with the man inside Mian passed him her keys through the security hatch with a smile "You must be new, congratulations on your big day. I trust you'll move my car to the garage promptly and without a scratch. I'm very busy you see and this kind of delay, well it really does spoil my mood."

Staring at the woman like a deer caught in headlights the man nodded softly and took the keys in his hand, jangling them wildly despite his efforts to keep his nerves settled. Hitting the button to release the personnel door the man managed to stutter out "H.have .a..a NICE DAY!".

Laughing softly under her breath Mian passed through the door and made her way up the long drive that led to the estate itself and one inside she made her way to the main office where she didn't bother to knock before entering. Inside she found Lucifer deep in thought. Taking a seat aside him she lay a set of folders on the table and moved to lay her head in her arms, gazing up lazily at the 'Big Boss' himself "Lucifer, today's meeting. I did as you asked and removed those who you highlighted to me, there should be no further trouble regarding it." Shifting her gaze to the man's work she continued "although I'm afraid I fail to comprehend why you'd agree to let Thaddeus go after Six. Aren't these experiments of yours important to you? If not I fail to see why you wouldn't have come to me first over one of their own."
Sinny The Fool​

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Sirius
Location: Judast estate

In all honesty’s she wasn’t exactly ready for this meeting nor did she want to be here as Sirius had much more important things to do but still she was under his control and hence had to be here. Sitting in the back of the nice all black armored limo she watched from the inspection area as a mustang game racing up only to stop gently kissing the gates. Her look cold and calculating but disapproved of the actions as she watched Moan step and and subtly put the newbies in there place. It was rather curious how many attack dogs he truly had, many to do the job he had her entire family for. Yet she understood why, not many could run the way she did. Cold, calculating, efficient…. There were very few in this city who weren’t deranged and had the skills needed for the more subtle cunning work she did. Most of his dogs where held back by leash alone yet she. She was the trained military dog that followed orders to the T, to be set lose with brutal efficiency.

Her thoughts were pulled as they finished there silly inspections and the limo was allowed in. Driving up the drive and dropping Sirius off at the front door she got out and looked around. Having no need for guards she entered alone and headed straight for the desired room. Entering her cold eyes that burned as bright as the sun, even glowed landed on Lucifer and Mina staring him down. She didn’t know what they where chatting about and saw no reason to interrupt so she merely went to one of the seats nearby. Sitting with her back straight left crossed over right and hands gently in her lap the woman merely waited for acknowledgment or for the meeting to start.
Uasal Sinny The Fool​

 

[Mitchs98]

• Cirillia Vines
• Shiro Fujima
• Varia Dremer

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  Cirillia Vines
  

  

  
  

  
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  Location: Pink Rabbit Cafè
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  Cirillia yawned as got up out of her bed, the pink haired bunny gal's fluffy ears twitching a little as she picked up on a few sounds of daily Hell City life outside. It seemed like just another ordinary day...well, as ordinary as Hell City could be anyways. That big crack in the sky was rather concerning to her however! It was pretty ominous and no one really knew what it would do or why it was there. She was most concerned about it potentially damaging her cafè or somehow ruining business more than anything else! Especially if the damage managed to hurt one of her prized bunnies, imagining the poor fluffy things being hurt saddened her quite a bit.
  
  Her usual morning routine soon kicked in once she got woken up enough, the pink colored blur darting to her bathroom to get showered and such. Soon, she was dressed in her signature dress and making herself breakfast. If there was one thing she didn't like was the time it took to cook! She enjoyed cooking and baking quite a bit, she wouldn't of opened a cafè if she didn't. But for someone that could race cars on foot waiting for food to cook was agonizingly slow.
  
  Begrudgingly the female sat through the grueling process of waiting for her bacon and eggs to cook, the table already set with her silverware and a nice cup of orange juice. The second the food was done it was on a plate and at the table. Cirillia sighed contentedly, enjoying her meal while her ears swivled around listening for any sort of interesting conversation she could eavesdrop on. Which, unfortunately, it seemed to be a pretty boring morning in her neck of the woods.
  
  After breakfast she headed downstairs to the cafè's lobby to get things opened up and tend to her bunnies, ready to start another day! It would be a shorter day for the cafè to be open as she did have some errands to run that she had nearly forgotten all about, but either way she wasn't going to miss the opportunity to do some business! Couldn't run a store without making some cash after all.
  
  It was a rather average day as far as business was concerned. Not too busy, but several regulars did show up. Cirillia was all smiles as usual, happy that her customers were happy! And most of all that the bunnies got the love and attention they needed and desired. She closed up shop shortly before nightfall and ensured her fluffy friends were fed and watered for the night before heading out with a large bag on her back. She had several deliveries to take care of ontop of her errands!
  
  All around town was a familiar pink blur dashing and hopping about with surprising grace and speed for how fast it was moving. It was all a matter of practice! Despite her speed hours would still pass as she completed deliveries and tasks all over Hell City. A few hours after nightfall a pooped bunny sat in a coffee shop drinking a big ol' revitalizing serum also know as a triple mocha latte which size, sugar content, and creamer content would likely cause diabetes to the average person if they just thought about drinking it.
  
  For Ciri? This was entirely normal after a long day of running about town. Bunny had to keep its energy up after all!
  
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  Shiro Fujima
  

  

  
  

  
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  Location: Streets of Hell City
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  A day in the life of one Shiro Fujima was both interesting, and quite dangerous. Her mornings started off about as typically as everyone else. She woke up, showered, and got something to eat. Easy and simple, nothing dangerous or particularly interesting there. From the second the quirky albino girl stepped out of her apartment building however is where things got interesting! Her gaze narrowed at a certain black blur she saw off in the distance, it was there every single morning. It sounded like a cat when she threw something at it but surely if it was a cat it'd be dead by now. "Shoo, go away!" Shiro shouted as she picked up a rock as big as a baseball and flung it full force at the blur.
  
  A cat-like yowl followed as it was hit before whatever unholy being it was ran away. Shiro's guess was it was something that came out of the funny looking crack in the sky trying to steal her house and cookies! Well, there was no way that was happening. Not on her watch! Home invasion averted she began humming as she walked up the sidewalk headed towards the less abandoned portions of Hell City to get her day started. She often helped out a few of the various vendors around town to get herself some extra spending money, be it with lifting some heavy boxes or running off debt collectors. The tasks Shiro did were pretty varied and numerous!
  
  Most in the area tended to know who Shiro was and didn't bother messing with her, even still sometimes certain really pissed off or clueless individuals tried to attack her mug her. Today it was the latter. A man ran up the street towards Shiro headed straight for her, their goal to grab her bag and run. Of course she had it over her shoulder with her arm around the strap nice and secure. The would be thief did manage to grab it...though in doing so they would only get a few feet away before being snatched backwards. The bag hadn't moved an inch. Combined with the force of them running, Shiro being pretty much unmovable by such little force, and the flexible strap resulted in the marauder being tossed flatly on his rear.
  
  Shiro blinked a few times and looked back, tilting her head curiously at the man. "Are you okay?" She asked. She hadn't entirely been paying attention, distracted by a bird flying on the other side of the street, and had thought he had simply ran into her. The man didn't respond beyond uttering some cursewords under his breath, standing, and drawing a mean looking club from inside of his coat. "Listen here. I don't know what the hell just happened but if you don't hand over that bag I'll beat it off you." He snarled. The way he held his weapon clearly showed he meant business, but Shiro had none of it. "Nuh. This is Shiro's bag. Shoo." She insisted, waving him off.
  
  "You dumb bitch, don't say I didn't warn ya!" He shouted, raising the club upwards. Shiro sort of just stared as he began his attack, not reacting even a little as the club connected with her head with a soft thud. She just stared blankly, the blow not even leaving a bruise, as the man stood there dumbfound. "Shiro got stuffs to do if you done." She spoke reaching up to gently push the club away with a single finger. "What the hell...why you little...I don't know what's going on but I'm gonna beat the smug out of you!" He shouted. The mugger in question was quite clearly an ordinary homeless human. He didn't look that strong to begin with, and quite raggedy overall. Despite his desperate look towards the average populace of Hell City he really didn't look like much of threat even if he did have some speed behind his blows.
  
  Shiro just sighed lightly and crossed her arms, pouting as he struck various parts of her body with blows that would assuredly of crippled another normal human being. She didn't care at all...until one of the stray blows hit the bottom of her satchel. Where she just so happened to carry her cookies. The sad sound of crunchy goodness being crushed was heard briefly, Shiro glaring with the fury of an angry puppy at the robber. "You broke Shiro's cookies!" She shouted. "Wha-" Was all he would get to hear before receiving a blow to the stomach, the force behind it knocking him out cold and sending him flailing down the street a few feet.
  
  "Hmph. Jerk!" She shouted, poking her tongue out before turning on her heel. She continued on her way, off to help those that she'd grown to know over the years.
  
  The morning just started and things were already proving to be another average Shiro day! Luckily most of her day went on without much issue. Heavy boxes were lifted and put onto shelves and in storage, local thugs were tossed through walls unrelated to the business they were hassling, and she even got replacement cookies from a bakery she helped out!
  
  All in all, she couldn't complain one bit. She hummed softly to herself as she enjoyed a cookie sitting beside a building that looked a bit worse for wear. Her thoughts were entirely focused on the cookie she was enjoying unaware of the chunk of rubble that was slowly crumbling loose from the roof above. "Hm...what should Shiro get for dinner tonight..." She mumbled softly, the albino gal contemplating getting her usual dinner of choice. Pizza! She admittedly ate far too much of it. But in reality it was quite hard for her to get any sort of heart disease or what not due to her body's regenerative process, so it was fine. Probably.
  
  Mid-thought the chunk of rubble soon fell from its lofty perch, careening downward to fall squarely on Shiro on cover the girl in bricky debris. Underneath of course she was relatively unscathed, at-least unphased enough to the point she didn't bother moving from her spot. To any onlookers the rubble just subtly moved here and there as she continued munching on her precious cookie.
  
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  Varia Dremer
  

  

  
  

  
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  Location: Streets of Hell City
  Interactions: Daniel Reaving
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  Varia sighed softly as she got out of bed, the young woman briefly looking around her room for a few moments. She got her daily routine finished before getting dressed, ensuring her gloves and boots were snugly secured. Lastly she grabbed up her gun and belongings and headed out, footsteps echoing on the soft carpet below. The home was entirely silent save for her footsteps and the brief sounds of the cleaning staff talking here and there. Heading downstairs she entered a small room she had redesignated as her dining room, a fine breakfast of a cheese omellette and portion of steak beside a freshly brewed mug of coffee already awaiting her.
  
  Normally, the main dining hall was used, though recently she decided there was no point and honestly kinda depressing. She was the only one around to eat after all! Silently she ate her meal and drank down her coffee, a small sigh escaping her lips as she stood and stretched once more. Now that she had some caffiene she was ready to start her day! She had a list of people to go through and get rid of after all that never really seemed to grow shorter due to the nature of Hell City.
  
  She headed from her estate and into town, walking a good six feet above the streets on almost invisible platforms that appeared and disappeared one after the other. Her day went pretty much as it typically did. She scouted around town for information on any and all outfits she possibly could find, detailing information and perfect times to hit 'em where it hurt. Or just to most efficiently massacre them all and put an end to their little organization full stop. At the same time, she was sure to scout and make sure they were actually scum of the Earth rather than just a group of people doing somewhat shady things trying to get by.
  
  Unless the group in particular were murderous thieves and villains or such she wasn't too interested. Unfortunately for her the majority of them were. Oh well! It meant more fun and mayhem for her, right? Sadly the day itself was pretty uneventful for the now rather bored woman. Though, Varia had managed to jot down some new useful info so things weren't a total loss!
  
  Now sitting in the air beside a street light she looked through her list carefully while scratching her head. "Ehh maybe I'll track him down today...no wait I blew his brains out last week..." She mumbled to herself, briefly giggling as she remembered the scene. Truthfully it was more the man blowing his own head off. Her opponent, the leader of a new small time gang and quite the brutish man, hadn't believed the rumors surrounding Varia. How she couldn't be killed by most conventional means.
  
  He like many had decided to test his luck. She assumed since he was a big thuggish man that looked like he could bench press a car that he had an advantage. Especially with Varia being on the more petite and lithe side. He tried hitting her and stabbing her, a grenade was even used at some point. Everything sorta just bounced off. Why in the the world he believed that a shotgun of things would work was beyond her. But, well, as she closed the distance ready to end things a shotgun was pulled from under the table and fired at her close range. The slug shot forward and quickly bounced back resulting in quite the nasty crater in poor Brutus' face and skull.
  
  It was pretty funny to her, especially since the last thing he said was the infamous line "I'll kill you bitch!"most big tough guys liked to say. She was brought out of her own dark and maniacal musings when she heard a rather shrill voice below her practically screaming bloody murder. She thought it was something interesting...until she looked down and heard what came next. She gazed with a deadpanned expression followed by a exaggerated groan. "Hey, keep quiet down there! Some of us are trying to do something useful like plan the mass murder of a group of druglords!" She shouted. "Not squee and boohoo that their imaginary boyfriend got his ass killed." She spoke, sighing and shaking her head.
  
  "The nerve of some people in this town...can't even get peace and quiet in the middle of nowhere.." She muttered, her attention turned back to her paper. As best it could be with Emelia's unwarranted panicking!
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[Damafaud]

Hell Hostess

Enjyre
The 4th Floor of a certain abandoned building, dilapidated street
Interaction: -
Mention: Daniel Reaving
Around: Open
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Enjyre stabbed with a pant, as if utmost effort was extolled by the act. The live stream went wild. Donations racked up, with lines flying everywhere on the screen. With a quirked smile, Enjyre swayed toward the screen, a trick for a moment of rest.

"Thank you for your kind donation~" Melodious voice, which prompted further barrage of chats.
"At our current standing, Mr. Whore (donation sponsored nickname) has survived 12 cigarette burns, 38 slaps, 23 piercing by needles, and two- two, I repeat, flaying! Give our darling victim a round of applause!"

Cruel congratulations rang out, read by an artificial intelligence as Enjyre took the camera and gave the audience a personal and up-close look at the injuries, commenting on and off about Mr. Whore's reaction at each attempt. The man himself was lifeless. He was bound to a chair only in a shirt and a pair of shorts, tears and snots staining his cheeks and burn marks everywhere on his body. His voice, gagged by an tennis ball, had long been reduced to a whimper.

"That's right, esteemed audience! Just 25 more 'attacks' and Mr. Whore will be free! He can return to his loving family with free medical care, and $1,000! What a steal for just three hours of his time!" With a smile, Enjyre returned the camera to its initial location. "It is time to vote again! It will be awfully dreary to repeat the same attacks again, so let's shake things up slightly!"

On the chat, a new poll appeared on screen.

"Pencil, candle, or nail!" Enjyre pulled the three objects out with a polite smile.

"Vote for your favorite, dear audience~"

 

[Solemn Jester]

Milton Crane

Milton Crane

Milton Crane was the most recent Dean of Hell City's University of the inevitably doomed. Odd name but fitting considering anyone who decided to go to a University in Hell City was probably either already a whack job, or so horribly ignorant of the City's reputation that they'd surely die before long. Milton seemed like your average everyday man. Hailing from across the pond in a land known as Britta.(not Britain BRITTA) Where he grew up in the lap of luxury. Some might wonder,"well then why is he in a place like hell city? He seems a decent normal chap!" Well that's simple enough to answer. Milton hails from old blood, and his own bloods a lot older than it appears. For you see! Milton was alive back when the practice of exotic game hunting was still legal! So once it got outlawed he felt his urge to hunt rising! So after much search and deliberation he eventually decided to become the dean of a University in Hell City. Probably the first willing Dean the University had ever had in fact! Oh and a grand Dean he was! Everyone on campus knows and loves chiper Dean Crane! He really brings the light into their bleak little campus! But of course while he surprisingly enough does enjoy his job! There's something else he enjoys much more….



A shadowy figure stood at a distance from the young girl reading her book. Motionless no one around to really notice it. Its figure was obscured even more by the mist that was beginning to spread across the campus making it even harder to actually make anything out clearly. The sounds of heavy panting and the clip-clopping of hooves could be heard slowly approaching the girl from behind, and had anyone been watching they would have seen the dark figure of what appeared to be a man on a horse, as well as hearing a hollowed voice cheerfully call out."Oh ho what a grand night for a hunt!!! Why I think I see my target right in front of me! Quite the cute little fox if I do say so my good chap! Yes let's not tarry any longer. We wouldn't want it getting away will we chatter the day away." The man said his voice booming through the campus clearly he had no sense of volume control. But with that the horse would give a heavy exhale and its hooves would begin to grow louder and closer as it approached the girl. By the time the girl turned around or even noticed the figure it would be too late. Almost like a spirit the horsemen was upon her, his blade sword cleaving clean through her neck as he continued to ride by. His hollowfied laughter spreading through the campus as he continued to ride through the campus seemingly disappearing but his laughter seemed to stay in the air for a moment longer before going silent. But what of the young girl? Well she would have died of course, but as she did a dark image of her killer would be burned into her mind. A dark image, of the Headless Horsemen!

Tags: Daniel Reaving Mitchs98 (anyone else on campus)

 

[Damafaud]

Chain Killer

Winter
Abandoned street; where there is rubble nearby
Interaction: Fat Duck Gravitational Force
Mention: Shiro Mitchs98
Around: Open
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The stroganoff from the bunny cafe was not as good cold. Well, nothing could be done as he was on the roof. Winter finished the last bite without removing his eyes from his targets for the last week. A peculiar pair, recommended by Tahara, who heard the tidbit when she was out drinking. Through the connection with a camera he placed some time ago, his gaze flew to a distant part of the city.

Under a rubble just like any other, he knew, was a girl still munching on a cookie. Her physical capability was exceptional in every aspect. Avalor's combat module wouldn't stand a chance against her. He had his doubts if he could, too. The girl, Shiro, as he discovered, was strong.

That was why he hesitated.

Despite her strength, her emotional maturity left some to be desired. Was it safe to take her in? They had Greene in the base, yes, a mere 8 years old, but his destructive potential was only that of a normal mutated child, not... Shiro.

Winter cut the connection with the camera and focused to the present. He edged closer at the roof. For some time, he had been tailing the other part of the target. A shapeshifter with a penchant for ducks. He... didn't show much. Petty thievery was nothing in the rundown city of Hell, but he still didn't know enough of the person's character. Could he be trusted? Then, the relationship between the pair complicated things further. To consider the shapeshifter, in a way, was to consider Shiro, too-

His steeping loosened. Winter's face changed. He activated his Omen, trying to weave the concrete back together, but he was too late. Rubble showered down. His instinct kicked in.

Retreat!

Whether he decided to invite the pair or not, he couldn't be seen during a scouting mission!

 

[kakemha]

Scarlet Jones​

“You finish that hack?” Her twin brother, Silas, asked Scarlet. “Of course. It was one of the easiest requests, I got.” Scarlet replied to her brother as they walked into the Jones Technologies Building. They both usually spent their breaks here, whether that be helping out some workers or their father, or in the basement, which is kinda like their little haven. Although the city was unusually quiet, they just assumed that Lucifer had something up his sleeve to cause some havoc, he always does. After they got past the receptionist, they both got into the elevator going up to the highest floor to greet their father. They had called them from campus asking to get back to the building to talk to them. Once the doors opened, they went straight to their father’s office, greeting people along the way. “What’s up, Dad?” Her brother said happily, strolling into his office. “Hey, Dad.” Scarlet said following her brother. “Good News kids, I’m slowly starting to get the board around to accepting both of you to be heirs to the company.” He said quite gleefully as he faced his children. Scarlet’s face lit up, she had always wanted to be an heir to the company, it was practically her entire life ever since she was a little girl, quite like her father. But before she could even say anything, Silas picked her up and hugged her, spinning them both around, his laugh audible throughout the entire floor. “Isn’t that great Scar! We’ll get to lead side by side.” He said once he finally put her down. “Nothing’s set in stone, Silas.” She said to her brother, trying to calm him down. “Also Scarlet, could you deliver something for me?” Her dad interrupted, asking her to run this errand. “Sure dad, where to?” She asked wondering where the shipment was going. “The address is written on the box.” He said, completely serious and calm, pointing to the box on his desk. “Sure, I can do that for ya.” She agreed, grabbing the box on the desk. “See ya, sis.” Silas waved at her as she exited the office, and too she was back in the streets of Hell City.

Looking at the address on the box, she input it into the GPS system she installed on he watch. The image that popped up shocked her. Her dad send her on a delivery run, to the Judast Estate. Scarlet wasn’t sure if she should be excited to see the estate in person, or scared shitless. Well it wasn’t like she could just ditch the package entirely, so she decided to suck it up and deliver it, if she dies, then she dies. She followed the directions to the Estate holding the quite big box in front of her, in both of her hands.. She never really walked around the city much, opting to stay indoors most of the time. But sooner or later, she reached the gated of the Estate. She wasn’t exactly sure if she would get actually inside the estate, but all she had to do was deliver this package. Walking up to the gate, she admired the beauty of it, it really looked amazing. Remembering she had a delivery to do, she said loudly, “Um, I have a package for delivery from Jones Technologies.” She tried to sound calm, but she would be lying if she wasn’t scared, but she tried to cover it up as best as she could, hoping to get this delivery done.

Sinny The Fool Solemn Jester

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Isla
Location: Abandoned apartment
Interaction: Damafaud

Isla had been honestly having a sad night. Why was no one out? Why was there no body around, no idiots, no drunks, no Well no one! It made her pout as she manifested on the roof of one the roofs of a building with a pout as she stared out over the skyline. That was until it hit her, that undeniable scent. That sweet sweet smell that tingled her skin and begged her to come. Fear oh how good it smelt and by the strength it was a feast as she turned her gaze down the road to an abandoned building about five blocks down and smiled joyously. Then as quickly as she appeared Isla vanished. Melting into the darkness at her feet to travel through the shadows And not long after she found herself in the corner of the room watching a girl who was streaming her torture of a man to people.

It couldn’t help but bring a smile to her face as she watched before the darkness in the room seemed to grow. The lights flickering a little and from the corner the girl hid could be seen the slightest outline of her upper half. And it seemed her victim should he be awake would have already noticed her presence in the room. As the darkness grew it became obvious it was coming from that corner as it was darker than the rest only signaling that this presence of unwarranted fear and blackness came from that very upper corner. Then after what could have felt like forever her eyes manifested. Two bright red orbs with nothing but the smallest white irises stared down upon the girl in her victim as she waited for her to continue on with the show​

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Emilia
Location: streets
Interactions: Solemn Jester Mitchs98 Gravitational Force

Emilia was needless to say startled by the words coming from a floating girl above her. Jumping and nearly dropping her book she juggled it a few times before finally catching it and hugging it to her chest with one hand while holding her glasses to her face with the other. Looking up to the girl with a pout at her words she huffed. Honestly if there was anything to get bold about this was not it yet it was for some reason what she did. Glaring cutely up at the girl she huffed and was about to speak. Her lips moments from opening to tell her off before the clopping hit and then everything went silent. Her look frozen in place as she stood there for a few moments before her body crumpled and head fell clean off. Eyes still wide as her head rolled away from her body.

How could this be it. The end already? She was young still had her entire life ahead of her, as her head rolled the last glimpse she saw was her body, blood leaking from her neck and tears welling in her eyes before it all finally died. The blackness of death took over and well…. That was that. At least she thought it was until a moment later right in front of the floating girl the body and head disappeared leaving only the splatter of blood and in the very same instant Emilia appeared standing right where she had been. A look that was almost dumbfounded for a moment or two.​

 

[Damafaud]

Hell Hostess

Enjyre
The 4th Floor of a certain abandoned building, dilapidated street
Interaction: Isla
Daniel Reaving
Mention: -
Around: Open
​

"The 80th attack, another candle!" On the chair, the victim cried and trashed in his binding, trying to shake loose a pencil stabbed to his shoulder. Almost singsong, the fire flickering on the wick. Oblivious of the victim's pain, like the red eyes of the Hell Hostess. "Let's spin the wheel and see where would Mr. Whore burns next!"

Then, the lights flickered. Enjyre blinked. She turned the lights on this floor with a portable battery. It should still hold for a while. In a short reprieve, the man managed to shake the pencil off his wound. The silence, the flickering lights, had him looked around the room. Then, the man started screaming.

Enjyre did not lost her cool. "Esteemed audience, we have with us an uninvited guest."

Her carved smile did not change though her senses all raised in alarm. She now saw the same red eyes the tied man did.

"Dear guest, it isn't polite to stay in the darkness."

[Scanning.]
[Found Match. Mian Bháis: 84.3%. Jackie Jon Jasper: 76%]

Ara.

Enjyre held the candle high, waving it at the corner. "Wouldn't you come out, Omen darling, and greet dear me and Mr. Whore here?"

How troublesome.
The chat blew up.

 

[SidTheSkid]

[Current Objective: W̷h̶e̸r̵e̶ ̴a̸m̶ ̷I̶?̵ ]
[Location: P̷̦͆u̵̥͐r̷̼̕g̷̮͛ă̷̡t̴̥̉o̵̹̍r̷͓̐y̵̜͑ ]
[Mood: L̴̢͝ò̷͜s̸͇͝t̶̨̋ ]
[Interactions: N/A ]
[Mentions: N/A ]

- 11 Hours Prior to Hospitalization | This precedes the current events. -

"The abandoned factory echoed with Varen's hysterical sobbing and screams as the torment continued, there was a time during this torture where he'd give up on screaming because of how much it hurt his lungs and simply decided to cry instead, this would last for several hours with Varen drifting in an out of consciousness before it would 'thankfully' come to an end with the sudden arrival of another criminal."

"Boss! Shit, you're not going to believe this!" The culprits urgently turned once they heard the panicked voice, followed up by the booming sound of the factory's entrance closing back into place. Everyone would be surprised to catch a glimpse of one of their collaborators uncontrollably trying to catch their breathe while they were slanted over; keeping themselves barely propped up by positioning their hands over their knees. The ambience swiftly went from horror to bewilderment as the startled man who was dripping with sweat after presumably sprinting all the way inside stumbled further into the room, in due course he'd be encircled by his other colleagues who were slinging questions at him left and right, wondering what had gotten him so spooked. They'd all soon reluctantly find out once the weighty voice of their leader badgered the man, persistent on seeking out an explanation as to why this 'jackass' subordinate of his was hindering their interrogation. "You better have a damn good excuse for barging in like this!" The masked assailant impulsively hollered in response, subsequent to charging at the inferior henchman and seizing him up by the rolls of his collar; bringing them slightly off-balance and keeping them posted on the very tips of their shoes, moreover scaring the living crap out of them in the process and causing them to blurt out a frantic reply. "We kidnapped the wrong person, he isn't the guy! T-the person that we're looking for has brown eyes!" The ambience of the room grew still after this was said, everyone including the person in-charge of these band of criminals was at a loss for words, mainly because they were all trying to understand what this meant. If they snatched the wrong person, that means they thoughtlessly brought the Syndicate into an unnecessary matter of affairs, an incompetent mistake that was likely to bring about consequences if they were to find out about this. Beads of sweat came soaking through the man's mask in abundance upon bearing this solemn reality he now found himself in the center of, along with his cronies who were now virtually pissing themselves at the notion of possible retribution.

"W-what did you just say?" Even though he heard what they said, their boss was in absolute disbelief at how majorly they screwed things up. It was at this point he grasped at the possible consequences that were in store for him and because of this, their confident demeanor was abruptly replaced with a mixture of fear, anger, and plethora of other inconstant emotions. "BROWN EYES?!" They'd instinctively release their hold on their stooge's clothing, pushing them down onto the ground with a forceful shove before backing away, clutching the sides of their own head in dismay and hurling a string of profanities at the top of their lungs while indiscriminately tossing miscellaneous objects that were nearby; angrily pitching them across the room. "No fucking way! Eye color of all things?! The Syndicate is going tear our god-damn heads off... No, we can't let them know about this, if they do we're all dead." The outrage they had progressively lessened as they ambled away from everyone, giving themselves enough time to reflect and finally come up with a solution to this troubling predicament they were in. Without warning he would hastily act on this purpose he had in mind; after just a few minutes of departing from the factory, they would now arrive with two burdensome gasoline canisters hung in each hand. "We need to get rid of him, he's liability we can't risk." With this disclosure they'd take off the caps sealing the nozzles of both containers and proceed with dumping the contents right onto Varen causing them to be revived from their state of obliviousness after they caught a whiff of the unmistakable stench of fuel, the unbearable scent crawling through their nostrils with a powerful burning sensation as the gallons of gasoline tainted their clothes and skin. "Oh g-god! W-what the hell are you d-doing?! Stop! Just let me g-go I promise I wont tell anyone!" They spoke, choking briefly on the fumes and the fluid that marginally got into their bloodied mouth. "Sorry kid, that's not going to happen." Varen unexpectedly felt the cold touch of firearm's muzzle gracing his forehead as he looked up at the masked individual, undeniable fear visible in his eyes as he stared down the fate that awaited him. Each heart beat inside his chest felt like an earth quake, shaking his body with every palpitation that was made. "Nothing personal pal.." Varen's pupils widened with anticipation as he watched the man slowly contract his finger on the trigger, furthermore, leading him to beg one last time. "NO PLEASE WAI-" It was too late, his final words were interrupted with a blinding flash and deafening 'bang'.

For a moment it was as if time had stood completely still for Varen after the bullet had disembarked from the gun, piercing through the front of his skull and navigating its way through his brain and finally out the back of his head. There was a hint of consciousness that remained, albeit from the perspective of Varen as he acknowledged the shivering sensation of blood trickling down from the entry-wound on his forehead and after a while his vision faded, interrupted by a temporary darkness that nullified all of his senses until just shortly afterward he was flooded with an overwhelming feeling of excruciation as he envisioned his body being consumed in a blanket of flames that stretched throughout most of his body. He wasn't able to scream but he was able to feel his flesh gradually melting away from his muscle as he stood locked in place, unable to move an inch as smoke manifested around him, eventually blinding him. Fortunately this atrocious ordeal didn't occur for too long as now the pain subsided, except, he was left with the sense of sound, oddly enough he wasn't able to hear the snaps or pops of embers crackling around him but instead he perceived an orchestra of screams that were not of his own, gut-wrenching bellows that pierced his ears and unveiled his sight once more, allowing him to see the appalling illustration of ghastly entities huddling around him. Many lanky appendages fitted with grotesque 'claws' slid across his body, marking his tissue with deep lacerations until whatever it was that was tormenting him had stopped completely as a darkened silhouette of tremendous size appeared before Varen, gawking at him through what appeared to be some sort of plated stone visor that was chained around most of their head, only allowing for their twisted, morbid maw to droop lazily down; exposing its honed teeth along with the nails and hooks that gouged through its rotted skin.

This chained amalgamation of tortured and resentful souls soon reached out towards Varen with one of its colossal-sized hands, smothering him until it coiled its digits down and clamped down onto him, somehow bringing all of Varen's previous senses back into him as well as resuscitating him. The place and injuries he sustained while inside of it it were now gone, including whatever abomination had seemingly crushed him. However, he was now inside of a burning factory that was crumbling all around him! Surprisingly the ropes that had been wrapped around him were now shredded to pieces, as if torn apart by a wild beast that allowed Varen to haphazardly stumble onto his feet, although with great struggle as he nearly collapsed while maneuvering his way around the place with the assistance of strange unknown cackling voice leading him around like he was a helpless calf until he was finally able to reach the entrance/exit of the building. Unfortunately it was locked, the push bar was wedged into place, preventing it from being opened, yet, not for long as before Varen's very eyes he watched as the door itself become severed by an invisible force with such a tremendous amount of strength that it blew the mangled pieces of the entrance out the front of the building and into the parking lot of the factory, allowing for Varen to finally escape but not without immediately collapsing onto the pavement and blacking out shortly after.

Spoiler: Silly Sid's Summary Because He Writes Too Damn Long!

> Varen has been kidnapped by a bunch of nasty baddies who mistake him for someone that stole from the Syndicate.

> He didn't.

> They'd end up torturing him for awhile, even taking his fingernails 'n' stuff.

> Random bozo criminal barges in, tells the other dumbos and his boss that Varen wasn't the right guy.

> Masked Crime Boss throws a temper tantrum after finding this out, believing they're now in deep shit with the Syndicate.

> Masked Crime Boss tries to cover up the evidence by dumping gasoline on Varen and poppin' a round in his little 'ol noggin'.

> Varen 'dies' and he's greeted by the souls of the damned who tear apart his skin like confetti. (Very kind of them)!

> These mean nerdy spirits back off when a hugemungus chained poltergeist thingy arrives to resurrect Varen for whatever reason.
(It'll soon be explained why later on).

> Varen awakes with only a serious sun burn and hole in his head and ends up leaving the burning factory cuz he doesn't want to get turned into a pile of ash.

> Varen escapes with the help of some mysterious unknown force that blows the entrance of the building apart.
(They also sliced away the restraints he had on too).

> Varen passes duh fug out in the lot of the abandoned factory.

> De End.

 

[Solemn Jester]

Six "Mister Genocide" & Jackie Jon Jasper "Japer Prince of Antics"

Location: Center of Syndicate Territory - Cold Gate Prison
Interactions: N/A
Mentions: N/A
This is a collab by Sinny The Fool & Solemn Jester

Part 1 of ?
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The iridescent moon hung over the dark night sky illuminating the city of sin below. The pitch-black blanket of the cracked night sky was coated in stars, and for once Hell City seemed calm. But sinister forces gathered high above the city. If you looked at the tallest building of Syndicate territory, you might spot the shadowy figure of a man, his feet dangling over the edge as he stared down at his target. Cold gate prison. "I guess it's about time we made our move." A wispy hushed voice said from somewhere behind the man. The man nodded in agreement and without a word leapt off the building, his clothes billowing in the wind as he fell towards the earth. But as he fell about halfway down his momentum stopped and he stood up straight going from a fall to a quick trot downwards almost as if he was walking downstairs quickly making his way to the ground level. He stepped into the pale moonlight, his image finally being revealed showing a man in a clean grey suit bandages covering every inch of revealed skin leaving no clue as to what he really looked like. Soon after a blackbird landed on his shoulder, opening its beak and speaking in the same wispy voice as before. "Time to get to work, he's waiting for us, Six." The bird reminded the man who nodded, raising a hand towards the wall of the maximum-security prison.

"It's funny really, a place like Hell City you wouldn't think it'd need a prison. Everyone commits crimes, so what's the point right? Well, the big dogs in the city don't like some of the wild cards going around unchecked. The psychotics, lunatics, homicidal maniacs. This is where they go, as well as the few criminals who dare try to oppose the wrong person and fail without dying in the process. Some criminals even willingly volunteer to go into Cold gate as a kind of initiation ritual for gangs. Yep, this whole city's more or less run by criminals. Even the prisons and hospitals. If someone big wants you dead in Hell City and you ain't got the clout to match you may as well blow your brains out before they get their hands on you. It would probably be easier. But here Six was ready to go against the biggest man in the city. Lucifer, Mister Satan himself, and probably worst of all. The man who had control of his soul...at least he did until the anomalies started, but none of that's important right now. What's important is what's about to go down. So sit back and watch as Six over here declares war on god."

Suddenly the air around the prison wall began to shimmer before it suddenly expanded, exploding with a thunderous sound that could probably be heard all the way across the city. The wall of the prison began to crumble, and Six stepped closer ready to enter as the prison sirens began to blare.

In the top levels of the maximum-security prison run by criminals: Jackie was just ‘hanging’ around in his tiny one-man cell, hanging literally by a set of luminescent chains suspending from a small wormhole in the ceiling sealed around his hands, like someone had melded a color-shifting steel into the flesh and bone of his wrists. The pain…Tickled. Oh, how Jackie loved all the fancy tricks up that geezer goat’s sleeve, but this one? Well, this was just a little dull, but he found himself staring up at the dazzling ‘cracks’ in the sky above Hell City from the barred window at the top of his cell, wondering ’I wonder what would happen if someone just...Split those cracks open - could I make the sky fall? Well everyone does say you can never know until you try...’ chuckling away as the rays of the pale moonlight were cast into his cell. “Heeeelloo out there, mister guard, you old buddy, old pal - get over here!!!” he called out to no response, but Jackie didn’t seem fazed, as a grin stretched across his mug, ‘I wonder what got me in this position in the first place, the ole’ memorator ain’t what it used to be…But I bet it was something funny.’, he mused to himself and burst out in a fit of psychotic laughter that echoed throughout the empty cell block.

“Shut up back here!!” sounded one of the guards passing by, and he stopped in front of Jackie’s cell, staring at him through the bars and looking unimpressed at what he saw “Hey buddy boy, when’s my meal get here? I’m just dying to have some more of that slop you serve, minced rat meat was it? Such a fine taste in the culinary arts you all have, really.” he said with a toothy grin and twitching fingers “Hah, you stupid, crazy piece of shit. Me and the guys just figured what’s the point? You’re at the end of your run, once the boss comes back he’s gonna’ make sure you pay for what you did - and I’m gonna’ be there.” the guard moved his hand over the gun strapped to his waist “You probably don’t know this, but you killed my brother. That’s why I made sure I got this position, I wanted to personally see that you got what you deserved.” he spoke with pure spite in his tone, and Jackie frowned for a second as he tried to think back, now what the hell was this guy talking about!? He stared up at the ceiling for a moment then looked back down at the guard “I did!? Huh…Oh, how sad, you know, I’d give you a hug, buuuut~” he looked up the strange chains bound to his wrists, and rattled them “I’m a bit tied up at the moment - maybe you’d loosen them for me?” Jackie chimed and the guard gritted his teeth, slipping his gun from its holster and aiming it at Jackie between the bars of his cell “Oh, I’m sure you think you’re funny but you’re just a split hairs away from a beating, you psychotic prick. Everyone knows you’re just some rookie who got lucky, but now your luck’s run out, so drop the ‘clown’ act and shut the fuck up like a good little prisoner.” the guard said with a cocky smile, he thought that while Jackie was bound by those chains he wouldn’t be much of a threat - that’s what he thought. “Now that’s just rude...And you kiss your mother with that mouth? You know, I actually do remember your brother…Oh yeah, it just came back to me! How could I forget the old squealer?! He was a fun one he was, you know when I stuck him in JUST the right places his screams sounded like a live orchestra? He cried, and screamed right out into the pale moonlight, actually…” he looked back out toward the window in his cell and if it were even possible his grin grew wider “It was a night a lot like tonight..” Jackie was completely lying, he didn’t remember anything at all, but it was more than enough for the guard to lose his composure, the man gritted his teeth “You sonofabitch...HEY BOYS, GET UP ERE’!!! It’s time we teach this clown punk a lesson.” the guard tried to play it cool, but it was all too obvious that Jackie had gotten under his skin “Oh? A little play session with the pals? Haah..How sweet is the fruit of companionship? Nothing better than ‘kicking it about’ with your buddies, am I right!? I know your brother thought so, oh and did you know--OOMF!! Oho! that got the blood flowi--HRMPH!”

The guards started flooding into the cell room, taking advantage of the chains subduing Jackie and his powers to start beating the living daylights out of him. They probably would have beaten him to death, but at that moment...the sirens started a blarin!!! Suddenly the lights went out and the chains around Japers wrist went limp giving him full movement over his arms as well as his powers. “The fuck!?” “Huh!?” “Hey! What happened to the lights!?” “The fuck you mean lights? What about sirens!? Someone must be invadi--”, “Hey man, what happened? John!?” - “Oh Johnny boy’s not in right now, but Jackie sure is.” the sound of three gunshots sounded in the empty cell block and stepping out from the cell - free of his bonds and his body salivating in a thick glowing green aura was Jackie Jon Jasper, his hands dressed in blood “I take back what I said before, I felt no companionship in that at all…Tsk tsk tsk, now…” he looked down either end of hallways and rubbed the exposed flesh and bone of his wrists “I wonder if that ole stickler Moses is still brooding around here, broody broody boy, what shall we do? Oh, I know!” Jackie grinned and drew a red smile along his face with his blood-soaked hands “I’ll put a smile on you!~” he said in a sing-song tune as a luminescent bubble expanded out from his body, bringing to life everything it touched as the cellblock around Jackie started to twist, contort and animate “Wonder where they’re keepin’ my threads..” his voice faded as he strolled down the steps, giving way to a series of screams, then hysterical laughter...

Meanwhile outside the mysterious man known as Six began to make his way towards the more secured prison cells where they kept their deadliest characters. Such as the man he had come for, Japer aka the embodiment of Madness. However, as he took a step towards the roaring prison building a large shadow came over him and he suddenly sensed impending destruction hurtling towards him. He blasted the ground, sending himself flying backwards to stare down the menacing figure of the man who had been hunting him ever since their plans had fallen apart and Japer had gotten captured. "Thaddeus...looks like we can't run anymore Six. Time to kill or be killed." Dust said in a very serious tone, Six nodding in agreement, his body tensing up as he prepared for the first of many intense battles to come in this war over Hell City.​

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Isla
Location: abandoned apartments
Interaction: Damafaud

Those red eyes watched unblinking as the girl quickly found what was causing her toys screams and even invited her to show herself and even waving the candy up at the corner which only seemed to dim the closer she held it. For a few moments they sat perfectly still staring at the woman, piercing into her soul as even that aura of fear would start to be felt physically if not already seeping into the woman’s mind. Then it moved, slowly of course but moved. Almost dropping down like a gelatinous mass it moved slowly down towards the floor till the eyes disappeared leaving only a solidified looking blob of shadow.

Slowly it slid across the floor to the woman’s feet before it seemed to grow upwards till it was the height of a little girl up to Enjyra’s stomach. Then the black faded in the same dripping fashion back into the darkness on the floor leaving in its place nothing more than a tiny little girl with those same red eyes peering up into Enjy’s. For a moment she was still before her hands went behind her back and she twisted at the hips a little. Her head going down in cute childish shame as she spoke with a cute pout. “I’m sowwy I couldn’t resist the smell of a meal.” She mumbled to Enjyra as she continued to twist, her head rising enough to slightly look up to her with creepy yet inoccent puppy dog eyes before they went back to the floor as she fiddled with the hem of her skirt with one hand A with the other held onto a stuffed bunny she had by its arm. Clearly waiting to be scolded as the shadows of the room moved on there own. Twisting and deforming in unnatural and demented ways as if they where trying to reach out. To grasp onto the little girl and anything else around with each passing second but followed a pattern at the same time of trying to swirl around the child.

At the same time the shadows reached for Enjyra’s chained victim too. Pooling under and around the poor man as a sign she enjoyed the woman’s work and even started to materialize in black tendrils. Reaching up from the ground and wrapping around his legs and the chair. One even reaching up to find the hole from the pencil wound and diving into it. Boring itself into the hole to cause him more fear and pain since she wanted to continue feeding even while waiting to be scolded by the older woman.​

 

[Knight boi]

Mr.Död
interactions: Isla ( Daniel Reaving ) Enjyre ( Damafaud )
Mentions: N/A
Location: Some abandon Apartment

God how this was so disgusting to watch definitely unsettled him but he’s done worse things than this little girl or at least he hoped though once he watched some sort of tentacle reach into a man’s womb it sincerely concern him that this girl or if she was even a girl and not fear it’s self. He signed as he lit a cigarette and put in the the hole of his mask as he appeared from the shadows, god how he hated baby sitting, he had to watch this 8 year old girl sadly, and he crossed his arms before leaning into a nearby wall posing behind her.

“Isla please just make this quick, I want to get back to finishing my glass of whiskey I was drinking all week and rudely interrupted by doing this babysitting job and watching you, just hurry yourself up okay, we don’t got all day y’know.”

His voice was oddly unique and quiet calm , though he reached over his shoulders before pulling out his rifle and loading it then resting it onto his arms sending a message of no funny business, he watched the girl Isla called her,’prey’, hm quite odd indeed, why was this girl doing this to her man? Possibly a heated argument turned to violence? Possibly. But this girl could also be what was called a serial killer and this man was just another victim. He tipped his fedora to the woman who was violently harming the poor man as he slowly raised his rifle to the woman as he took another smoke in his mouth. He would notice that there was some type of computer or electronic stream that had a lot of people watching, god damn this woman was a psychopath, and they even praised her for it. God the world we live in. Though he must admit the smell of blood was quite reassuring to him, it awfully smelt good but that wasn’t the main focus. Hm, if he was to attack how should he do it? Wait no Isla is trying to do something after all, but what could it possibly be?

“Pardon me ma’am but if I may ask, what the hell are you doing to this man? He’s human and they’re quite fragile, and what the hell is behind him? Is this some type of fucking tv show?”




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[Damafaud]

Hell Hostess

Enjyre
The 4th Floor of a certain abandoned building, dilapidated street
Interaction: Isla, Mr.Död
Daniel Reaving Knight boi
Mention: -
Around: Open​

A few minutes earlier

The sensor Enjyre set on the stairs sent a signal.

"Esteemed audience, it looks like we will have an interlude after this! A very special appearance... by an uninvited guest!"


Present

An embodiment was the last thing Enjyre expected. The most troublesome type of people to run into. Even as her AI rang in warning of an abnormal alteration in her mood and mental state, the fear encroaching her mind was present and palpable. Fear of blindness. Of illogicality. Even as the embodiment manifested into a humanoid, that instinct to flee remained. Enjyre wanted nothing to do with embodiments.

Even as the chat went wild on the girl's appearance, on Mr. Whore slowly being drained by the tentacles, only survival was on her mind. A vicious cycle of wanting to avoid fear, of fear propagating in her mind, stopping her tongue, and intensifying her fear once more.

Then, the man arrived.

Enjyre could almost laugh. The interloper. Babysitter? Darling, your baby was the equivalent of a bioweapon. The humor in the situation broke through. She laughed.

"It's rude to intrude someone's show, darling, but it's fine for now because the audience likes it."
Blip. The chat was turned off, though the live stream was not. Enjyre knew firsthand how crass the comments could be and she did not desire to die stupidly.

"Ask for permission next time, alright, darling?" Enjyre turned and flashed a smile at the rifle pointed at her. With an embodiment present, a gun was almost laughable in comparison. That included hers. "Do remember that everything is recorded for now. We don't want anything untoward outside of the feast darling here is having, do we?"

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Isla
Location: Abandoned apartment
Interaction: Damafaud Knight boi

Isla frowned more as the girl somewhat scolded her then her babysitter showed up who truly was a party pooper. She couldn’t remember who or what took her after her parents died. All she knew now was that whoever or whatever it was had hired the masked man to watch her and ruin her fun mostly. Her pout turned into a cute glare as she turned to him. “Lemme alone mask man your a party pooper!” She said before hugging Enjyra’s left leg tightly while glaring at him adorably as she clung to the lady. Looking up to Enjyra with her chin resting on her thigh she spoke

“I’m sowwy miss lady I only wanted to come watch and feed. He’s so scared and it tastes so good. Can I help if that will make it better?!” She asked almost excitedly to her clearly having no I’ll will to Enjyra’s little game and stream. All she wanted was the fear and if she could help out that would be even more fun!! Looking back to her babysitter she glared adorably at him while clinging to Enjyra. “Go back to your no no drink!! I’ll be fine.” She said sticking her tongue out at him cutely before a tendril shot from the wall. Wrapping around the muzzle of his gun and pulling it down so it wasn’t pointed at Enjyra anymore.​

 

[Knight boi]

Mr.Död

interactions: Enjyre ( Damafaud ) Isla ( Daniel Reaving )
Mentions: N/A
Location: Abandoned apartment ​

Mr.Död had noticed that the kid he was supposed to be watching at all times was actually getting herself into more trouble than she already was, god damn it she needs to behave herself every once in a while.

He looked up at the woman after she was observing the demon child play with this poor man who sadly gotten into, this man should’ve been with his wife and kids if he had a family instead of being tortured on tv with this psychopath of a woman not to mention the insane audience who was watching and giving her more money to continue. He observed the woman and her posture, she didn’t look like she could cause much trouble, or cause too much harm to the two of them. It didn’t help that she kept teasing and making fun of him constantly and give him an odd name.

“Good grief, darling isn’t my name you know, call me Mr.Död for now okay? That’s such a weird name to call someone honestly good greif.”

He said as he took another hit of his cigarette as the puff came up into the air, he looked back to the man behind him and was thinking if he should mercy kill this man, after Isla pulled down his gun he waited a minute before quickly pulling it back out and shooting the man straight into his fore head. God this little girl was freakishly weird.

“Don’t act cute little girl, that shit doesn’t work on me, don’t try it again that’s your first warning.”

God he couldn’t believe he had to watch this girl for a long time, this was so dumb he didn’t know she’d act like this.

“The both of you are sick beings, Jesus Christ. I’ll also take that into thought ma’am.”

He said referring to the statement the lady said for him to ask permission first. He then was curious of what she meant of feast.

“Explain.“

 

[Mitchs98]

• Shiro Fujima
• Varia Dremer

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  Location: Streets of Hell City
  Interactions: Gravitational Force
  Mentions: Daniel Reaving Damafaud Solemn Jester
  
  

  
  
  Shiro had, in all honesty, been entirely unaware of the cause of the rubble or even if it had came from directly above her. The entirety of her focus was on her meal choice and the cookie in her hand. Though it was a little distracting to have the old bricks and mortar fall on her! With essentially no damage done except maybe a light bruise she remained fairly undisturbed. She had heard the sound of the horse clopping but in all honesty...that wasn't the oddest thing in Hell City so she didn't exactly react.
  
  What she did actually react to? The familiar smell of a pork bun! From her favorite restaurant at that if she had the smell right! A pile of rubble near Isaac mysteriously began to quiver before soon a certain albino gal burst forth sending debris flying in all directions. She B-Lined straight for the source of the smell, accidentally toppling some poor fool that got in the way of her and the source of that tasty meatbun. She made a small arc and ultimately ended up standing right in front of Isaac with a big ol' dopey grin on her face. "Hai~" She spoke simply.
  
  Did she exactly recognize him in this form? Nope. Did she care? Nope. Did he have the meat bun she wanted? Hell yes he did! Her eyes were clearly looking at all the various bags and containers he had trying to deduce which had the meatbuns. "Can Shiro have a meatbun?" She asked with a pleading gaze. She wasn't exactly terribly hungry...but...meatbun! Shortly after she did hear the screams of someone shouting "AHH! DIE ZOMBIE! with gunfire soon following.
  
  Did she take her gaze off the meatbun? Nope. Not even for a second. Hey! If she got distracted by every crazy thing in Hell City she'd never get anything done!
  
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  Location: Streets of Hell City
  Interactions: Daniel Reaving Solemn Jester
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  Varia blinked a few times as she heard the sound of a...horse? Well, okay then. What really stood out to her was the dark figure and what they said in particular. She stared blankly at their rather odd speech. "What the fuck..." She muttered under her breath. What was with this city these days? People were getting more and more absolutely batshit! Imagine dressing up in some weird Halloween costume talking like you're straight out of Robin Hood or some shit just to commit crimes! Ridiculous! "Uhh. Hey ki-" She began to say, though was a bit too late as Emelia was decapitated pretty much in the middle of her speaking. "Ooh...ouch...oh well. I tried." She hummed in a non-chalant manner.
  
  Hey, not her problem. As far as she was aware 'Whacko on a horse' wasn't on her list of known targets. "Have ya ever heard of simply walking up and shooting someone, ya freak!" She shouted in the general direction of where the horseman ran off too. She briefly stared at Emelia's lifeless corpse before turning her attention back to her list. "At-least he solved the noise problem...now where was I.." She muttered. She began humming once more while merrily deciding who to kill next.
  
  Her happy decision making was interrupted when she looked over and saw Emelia standing there entirely unharmed, but confused. "AHHH! DIE ZOMBIE!" She shouted, quickly drawing her gun for her hip, lining up a shot, and firing. Sure, she was a murderous sociopath that cared little for the world around her and didn't really fear pretty much anything. But zombies were different okay! It wasn't until after she fired that she realized one important fact. "Wait...zombies can't survive decapitation...what the hell..." She muttered. Something definitely didn't add up....so Varia decided to watch closely this time and see just how Emelia survived losing her head.
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[Daniel Reaving]

Emilia
Location: streets
Interaction: Mitchs98

Emilia looked around still dumbfounded. Slowly bringing her hands to her neck as she glanced around before up to the girl just in time to see her pull a gun. Immediately she freaked yelling out and holding an arm up just as she was shot square in the head shattering her glasses as her head shot back and she fell. Blood splattering everywhere as she fell dead once more. Then only a moment later the same thing happened. Her body disappeared and in the same instant it was gone Emilia was back standing in the same spot perfectly fine. Her glasses even fixed like it had never happened.

She stood with the same dumbfounded look before looking up to the woman floating and started to shake. Slowly a hand came up slightly to point at Varia. The other hand gently grabbing at her chest as she spoke. “D-d-did you…. J-just… shot me? A-and a-am I w-wha…..” she stammered shakily clearly panicking about the situation. She had just died twice right? This wasn’t some dream or hallucination? The first time she thought it might have been but now her heart raced with panic.​

 

[RedArmyShogun]

Iris Smith
Location: Judast estate​

Today was one hell of a day, the woman thought to herself, stretching a bit as she did so, while not allowed inside or even "needed", Iris had followed the boss, slightly amused with the situation. Having arrived in the limo with the driver, Sirius had stated readily that she needed no security and so the Mercenary was left out in the cold. Well, the weather wasn't cold at all, but details, details. Still it was interesting to watch all the big shots arrive, if anyone really wanted them all dead, now would be the perfect chance to strike, they believed themselves to be akin to gods, but she had seen enough to know Omen's could be killed, though with some difficulty.

Still, she wasn't paid to do it and even if she were, she wasn't about to accept such a job. There was little money to be gained in suicide... Still with enough suicidal people this place could be leveled, or as her father would say; "Fuck around, find out." She said to no one as she watched the next arrival, whistling a bit Mian Bháis was next to take a suicidal path to the place, stopping at the last minute in some tidy sports car, making her tone a bit threatening to the main greeter, treating him like a bellhop.

And lo the seal was open and upon the sportscar rode a woman and she was named death.

Iris thinks but does not say out loud. She had heard plenty about this woman, whispers in the deep. If even half of what she heard was true, this woman, if she could even be called that, likely danced on the razors edge of insanity and indifference, for one so long lived so much must have been lost and at some point in time those losses had no value. No matter how powerful she was in a manner she was the weakest person in the world for she was truly alone in a way very few could understand. Still she was nothing to be pitied, she was much too dangerous for that.. Eyeing the car over, she had half a mind to take the job off of the other fellow, take it for a spin herself and immediately abandoned that train of thought. She had a feeling her life would be cut very short and she doubted the Devil himself would extend her a line of credit.

Staying near the gate what happened next put her on guard. A girl with stylish black hair and a huge box... There was also something about this girl, she had a face that Iris should know but could not quite place, the box however was of greater concern, immediately she placed her hands on both pistols in their hip holsters, read for a quick draw as her mind read the gate around her to place the shots expertly. Straining her ears to listen in, the words "Jones Technologies" could be heard clearly.

Was this a worker or one of the family? Thinking on it a bit more and putting her focus on the girl, Iris had neither the authority nor the will to see the girl inside. Moving her hands back away from her handguns, she walks up to stand alongside the gateman that still had to park the sportscar.

Mentions: The Gate NPC(s) kakemha

 

[Knight boi]

Kito
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Interactions: RedArmyShogun The Gate NPC’s kakemha
Location: The gate
Kaito stood there currently hired to guard the area at least for a while that was, he had noticed another guard relatively distant woman, he would send a smile at the woman and a small little wave to the woman trying to gain her attention, it wouldn’t be to much of a pain to talk with his fellow co-workers? Definitely not.

He gave a warm smile as he walked in a normal formation and tempo of his footsteps not in a rush to go anywhere, he walked to woman and smiled before introducing himself.


“Hello there ma’am, my names Kito, Kito Hiroshima, would you mind if I ask you for your name?”

His tone of voice was oddly king and calm though it was also reassuring, he looked at the girl as he kept a straight face, he was also paying attention to anything particular to happen. He noticed that she was currently arm and took that to note.

“Nice gun you have there, what is it?”

 

[Mitchs98]

Varia Dremer

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Location: Streets of Hell City
Interactions: Daniel Reaving
Mentions:

Surely, Emilia was dead now, right? She was already decapitated and survived that somehow. Varia wasn't...sure how. That didn't make much sense. She'd killed many people over the years and one sure-fire way to do it if all else failed was removing or otherwise destroying the head! And well, with the caliber her gun fired the round she placed between the young girls eyes surely did that. In the back of her mind though she still had her doubts, that somehow she'd rise again. And sure enough, she was right! The way she vanished and blinked back into existence reminded Varia very much of video games. The Super Mario 1-Up theme specifically playing in her mind.

She couldn't help but to laugh, especially at Emilia's expression. "Pffft. Sure did! Right between the eyes. You're probably the first person I've shot with this puppy that just stood up and got angry I shot them." She spoke holstering her gun. Despite the fact it was traumatizing and the poor brunette was clearly panicking Varia couldn't of possibly cared less. She hopped up and made her way down towards her soon standing on solid ground. She poke Emilia's cheek lightly just to see if she was real. She studied her closely, looking her up and down slowly while circling her. "You don't even have a scratch on you." She muttered. "How aren't you dead..?"

As she pondered on this fact several scenarios played through her mind, a big menacing grin forming on her lips. Most of said scenarios involved exploiting the poor girl and her ability to just not die. "Say...how would you like to make a ton of cash?" She questioned, head tilting curiously as she came to a stop behind her. "Nothing pervy I swear." She decided to quickly tack on. She wasn't particularly in the mood for such things, having something much more fun in mind!

Fun for herself, anyways.

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