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AvidElmV2
Four Thousand Club
2:43 PM
San Francisco, California
Uft let out a groan of frustration followed by a string of incoherent grumbles, drawing her final match against the coarse half of the pack it came from once more. The result was less than pleasing; a small, flickering spark, and then nothing. No fire, no heat. Just the dark and an aching disappointment creeping onto her. Sighing, the woman set the match and pack down before leaning back onto the bug ridden mattress she'd slept on the night before. She shifted uncomfortably on it, feeling the torn stuffing within move in a way that made her wonder just how many critters were living inside of it... She was baffled by how the previous owner could bare it, the feeling of living on top of so many wriggling, squirming-
Shuddering heavily, Uft sat up and aptly dusted herself off. She'd lie down later, she thought to herself, as she stretched out her legs in the small room, almost knocking over her unlit lantern. It wasn't hers. None of it was. Not the lantern, not the matress, not the newspaper glued to the walls nor the boards on the windows. No, they were all contributions left behind by those that had taken shelter in this abandoned hospital, one scheduled for demolition that very day, actually. It was to be renovated into an elementary school, seeing how there was no local education facility and most children eitherwent to the school a few neighborhoods over or were homeschooled. The replacement of this building not only meant that it would give children a place to learn, but that it would also give some children a formal educwtion with certified instructors.
It would also be depriving many of the homeless here, or atleast thise who hasn't already run offn without a 'home'. After all, and abandoned hospital was better than nothing. Peeking through a small gap in between the boards, Uft noted that the streets were starting to clear out. It seemed the demolition was beginning. Snatching up her matches, as well as the sole item that remained of her supplies, a bottle of water, Uft stood to her feet and walked out of her room before peering around. She was on the second floor and could easily make it out before everything litterally came crashing down on her head. But... there were still people here. They'd either been too sick to leave or simply had no way to go. She coukd hear their muted moans and hushed speed through the decaying walls and knew they had no clue of the demolition. It was only by a miracle that Uft had learned about it, as she would have slept right through it and died. She was a conduit, but could a conduit take a wrecking ball to the face? Even if she couldn the others were still human. Flesh and blood and no superpowers to save them. She couls help them, she thought, she could evacuate them all. But if she did, that'd only draw attention to herself... and there was always the ever present threat that they'd only slow her down and get them all killed. Turning to one of the rooms whose door had rotted off its hinges long ago, hearing the wails from inide, Uft stoid there for a moment, wondering...
Before turning on her heel and making her way ti the exit. They could manage, and if the couldn't, shame on them. They'd die because of their own stupidity. After successfully clearing the zone withiut garnering anyone unwanted attention, Uft travelled out in the open. She wasn't very covert ops and it wasn't really required to be THAT cautious to travel the city as a conduit. All one needed was to keep their head down and act like a normal human, while avoiding being scanned whenever possible. Strolling down the street like you owned the world would most likely get some eyes on you. So for now, Uft made her way down the street amongst a sea of people, so close you could practically hear their heartbeats. The streets were packed and tensions were still high in the wake of the Curden Cay release. A single slip up by a conduit could have major consequences on their life and the life of them around them... It was best to play it safe and don't take any unnecessary moves.
Then again, when did that stop anybody?
Otakuyaki
I'm the salt master
2:21 am, San Francisco, California
"He trampled on the washing hordes..." a soft voice, barely audible, sang from within the corridors. In his bedroom, a man thrashed against his bindings, only to be met with fruitless fatigue. What the hell was this? Chains had suddenly emerged from the corners, tightly stretching his four limbs apart, suspending him above the ground. His wife shared his fate, suspended above the bedroom carpet by chains that had appeared out of nowhere. Facing each other, his wife was blocked from view by a man with a messy, black mohawk. Paper clung to his wife's exposed body, pressing deep into her skin until it hurt. He could only watch in horror as the conduit before him licked his thumb, coating it in more ink to write on his wife.
"Careless of their souls..."
"What are you doing?" the man groaned, struggling to sound intimidating in the midst of his fear. His panicked eyes betrayed the lack of control he had on the situation.
"But from the dead, the worms seek due payment..." the conduit smiled as the wife continued to cry, stuttering futile pleas to stop. When did that stop anybody? The conduit licked his thumb again, coating it in more ink, "Hungry for his due tolls."
"What are you doing?" the man repeated, mustering up more anger in his voice, "Stop it!" he yelled, but it was for naught. His wife began to croak as she looked down at her own body. Out of the blue, she began to scream and twist in her bindings, tugging at her bindings wildly. Her wrists and ankles chafed against the metallic chains, but that pain could not compare to the pain in her abdomen. Her belly bulged and distended, before worms suddenly burst, erupting from her skin in gross quantities. In spite of her horrid screaming, they continued to eat away at her flesh, slowly reducing her body's flesh as she writhed away in pain. The parasites continued to gorge themselves silly, devouring flesh that was trivial to her survival.
"No! No! Please, no--" her pleas were interrupted mid-sentence as the worms crawled into her mouth. They made quick work of the little flesh on her face, revealing the raw bone and flesh in her twisted, tormented expression. All the man could do was watch his wife slowly wither away as the worms ate, and ate, and ate, saving the most vital organs for last before devouring it completely. By the end of it all, the wife's skeletal remains could only rattle in the chains.
"Who are you?" the man sobbed. His tears blurred the image of the conduit in front of him as the conduit turned around to face him.
"Oh... well I guess it makes sense that you wouldn't remember... You D.U.P. never gave a damn about the experiments you conducted on us." the conduit smiled, "So how about it? Wanna be my experiment this time around?"
2:43 pm, San Francisco, California
"Hmm... about twelve hours, eh?" the conduit ran a finger down the man's muzzled mouth. His body was now a gruesome sight, torments and terrors only imaginable took physical form, evidenced by what was left of his body. The man before him was now completely broken, whimpering and sobbing as he stared straight at the ground. The conduit's eyes narrowed as he eyed the pitiful sight before him. Pathetic, "This is no longer entertaining..." the man's sobbing suddenly stopped, interrupted by the noisy breath of his stuffed nose. Papers suddenly went into a flurry all around him, sticking to him like plasters.
"Good day to you." the conduit saluted the former D.U.P. commander as he left with a flourish, leaving the immolating man to sob in anguish as the stench of burning flesh filled the house. Quickly escaping the house, the conduit walked with his head down, ignoring the smoke that was rising from the house's windows before turning around in response to a scream, acting as surprised as a bystander as he watched the flames engulf the house. Fourth one this week, Rolod... Good job.
"He trampled on the washing hordes..." a soft voice, barely audible, sang from within the corridors. In his bedroom, a man thrashed against his bindings, only to be met with fruitless fatigue. What the hell was this? Chains had suddenly emerged from the corners, tightly stretching his four limbs apart, suspending him above the ground. His wife shared his fate, suspended above the bedroom carpet by chains that had appeared out of nowhere. Facing each other, his wife was blocked from view by a man with a messy, black mohawk. Paper clung to his wife's exposed body, pressing deep into her skin until it hurt. He could only watch in horror as the conduit before him licked his thumb, coating it in more ink to write on his wife.
"Careless of their souls..."
"What are you doing?" the man groaned, struggling to sound intimidating in the midst of his fear. His panicked eyes betrayed the lack of control he had on the situation.
"But from the dead, the worms seek due payment..." the conduit smiled as the wife continued to cry, stuttering futile pleas to stop. When did that stop anybody? The conduit licked his thumb again, coating it in more ink, "Hungry for his due tolls."
"What are you doing?" the man repeated, mustering up more anger in his voice, "Stop it!" he yelled, but it was for naught. His wife began to croak as she looked down at her own body. Out of the blue, she began to scream and twist in her bindings, tugging at her bindings wildly. Her wrists and ankles chafed against the metallic chains, but that pain could not compare to the pain in her abdomen. Her belly bulged and distended, before worms suddenly burst, erupting from her skin in gross quantities. In spite of her horrid screaming, they continued to eat away at her flesh, slowly reducing her body's flesh as she writhed away in pain. The parasites continued to gorge themselves silly, devouring flesh that was trivial to her survival.
"No! No! Please, no--" her pleas were interrupted mid-sentence as the worms crawled into her mouth. They made quick work of the little flesh on her face, revealing the raw bone and flesh in her twisted, tormented expression. All the man could do was watch his wife slowly wither away as the worms ate, and ate, and ate, saving the most vital organs for last before devouring it completely. By the end of it all, the wife's skeletal remains could only rattle in the chains.
"Who are you?" the man sobbed. His tears blurred the image of the conduit in front of him as the conduit turned around to face him.
"Oh... well I guess it makes sense that you wouldn't remember... You D.U.P. never gave a damn about the experiments you conducted on us." the conduit smiled, "So how about it? Wanna be my experiment this time around?"
2:43 pm, San Francisco, California
"Hmm... about twelve hours, eh?" the conduit ran a finger down the man's muzzled mouth. His body was now a gruesome sight, torments and terrors only imaginable took physical form, evidenced by what was left of his body. The man before him was now completely broken, whimpering and sobbing as he stared straight at the ground. The conduit's eyes narrowed as he eyed the pitiful sight before him. Pathetic, "This is no longer entertaining..." the man's sobbing suddenly stopped, interrupted by the noisy breath of his stuffed nose. Papers suddenly went into a flurry all around him, sticking to him like plasters.
"Good day to you." the conduit saluted the former D.U.P. commander as he left with a flourish, leaving the immolating man to sob in anguish as the stench of burning flesh filled the house. Quickly escaping the house, the conduit walked with his head down, ignoring the smoke that was rising from the house's windows before turning around in response to a scream, acting as surprised as a bystander as he watched the flames engulf the house. Fourth one this week, Rolod... Good job.
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Mist Demon
A Broken Frame
3:00 AM, Border Patrol Checkpoint Delta
A cross country trek across America had never been more dangerous... no, exciting than ever before. The lone ginger had stared outside the dust covered windows of the overcrowded, ready to break down at any moment bus with pure joy so many times at the narrow escapes from getting involved with a rampaging conduit here or a radical military group there across the entire trip. Especially through what many were calling the Fractured States, or where governmental order was all but beginning to break down due to the supposed conduit menace. Then again, that's why the majority of the people were riding this junker all the way to a supposed hope. There were families huddled together that cried every time an explosion or two's shock-wave would rock the entire bus and the other more lone patrons that kept to themselves while either praying or begging for save passage to California. The only guarantee was that nobody was paying any attention to any of the others on the bus, especially a well dressed, sun glass wearing red head.
Many of the inhabitants of the bus were far from legal as far as their papers went. Traveling through state to state would of been far more difficult, even in these troubled times, if the less than shady bus company wasn't operating and driving in only the darkest hours of the night on the most deserted roads. It was a miracle they had made it as far as they did but the state lines to California was in sight and San Francisco not far after. All they had to do was sneak past one last Border check under the cover of darkness and all would be well. As the behemoth screeched to a stop in front of the skeleton crew of a border patrol squad and the small station standing in their way the driver prepared for his usual tactic.
After getting up and warning everyone to stay low in their seats the driver walked out of the bus and slowly approached the lone patrolman. If the encounter went any like the others times that the ginger had watched then a generous bribe would get pushed into the patrolman's hands and the bus would begin moving again unimpeded. Alas, the righteous always had such a pesky way of stopping others from having some fun. There was yelling as the patrolman hurled the money back in the bus driver's face and pulled his rifle. It was only minutes later that the poor soul that had transported everyone this far began to make a run back towards the bus before being gun downed from behind. Commotion stirred throughout the bus as every other passenger was frantic and worried of what would happen next. Everyone but the lone red head.
After getting up from his seat the shady red head began to push his way through the crowded isle of the bus towards the front, nobody thinking anything of when a hand tapped their shoulder here or grabbed onto them only for a second there in passing. By the time he got to the door there was an already pissed border patrolmen that had made his way towards the door and was just about to walk on board.
"Listen up refugee wannabes, each and every last one of you filth are going to one by one leave this here piece ol' shit on wheels and get yourselves a nice scanning courtesy of Californian anti-conduit policy. Kind of how we say hello here. From there we're going to start checking papers and seeing if any of you worthless maggots will be gracing our cities with your presence. Don't worry, if you waste my time I'll be wasting you like your driver that had the balls to try and bribe a governmental official."
Almost as a giddy child the red head proudly stepped off the bus first, all but tripping over the last step on his haste down and having to press up against the border guard to keep from falling. It lasted all but a second before he was shoved away with force and led towards the scanning device.
"So, fucker, I expect wearing those dark tinted sunglasses with it being this late at night and pitch black you're probably higher than the empire state building right now but why don't you just step through this little scanner for me if you'd be so kind?"
Given that the official had asked so nicely, the ginger could only smile as he stepped through the scanner that began flashing crimson red at the detection of a conduit. As the official went to raise his rifle the ginger took off his sunglasses to reveal solid black eyes with blood red pupils. It was only seconds later that a flurry of bullets ripped through the conduit's chest one after another. The holes it left in his body, however, simple coiled back together as string after string rapidly strung the conduit together before morphing back to flesh and blood. On the bus there was the sound of screaming bloody murder even greater than before as someone's chest exploded with bullet holes. On the Conduit's waist, a nearly unnoticeable doll burned away into oblivion.
"I'm going to just adore my time here. I'm Jaraxxus, by the way, and you just fucked with the wrong conduit love," the ginger finally spoke as the border guard looked shocked at the ineffectiveness of his entire clip being poured into the individual in front of him. Then, before he knew what was happening, there was a doll in the conduit's hand. One that resembled the border guard down to the last detail. The conduit wasn't nearly as clumsy or under the influence of drugs as the man may have first thought.
The red head shoved the doll forward in a almost throwing motion, meanwhile the actual border guard was sent flying with many times over the force as he struck and nearly shattered the glass of the lone patrol station. The only other officer on duty of the skeleton crew ran out of the building with shotgun in hand aimed towards the conduit.
"Do-Don't move or I'll fire. S-Shouldn't you know your kind isn't welcome here!" the clearly young, fearful for his life teen shouted as the conduit whispered in the ear of the doll something inaudible. The kid was seconds from pulling the trigger and possibly taking his first life when the back of his skull was sent flying in about every direction causing blood and brain matter to splatter everywhere. The other border guard was crying as he looked at what he did, a look of anguish on his face of not wanting to do it but not having the will to resist the voices in his head. The conduit whistled as he walked into the building and raised the crossbar blocking the bus from moving forward.
"So, which one of you wants to drive us the rest of the way," the now blood covered conduit asked as he walked onto the bus. There were no takers. "Come now, don't you understand that if this bus gets stopped again before we reach San Francisco we'll all be in a rather large amount of trouble now?" after this grave reminder one of the other passengers slowly walked past the corpse on the bus isle floor and took the driver's seat. It was mere moments later that the bus continued on with the city of dreams within sight.
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2:45 PM, Local Coffee Shop
A lone ginger sat alone while sipping on a salted caramel mocha as he read the local news praising the city as a continued safe haven from the conduit menace. With every line Jaraxxus scanned over he began to crumple the paper more and more. The marvelous, technological wonders of conduit scanning technology being provided by various private institutions all across the state? He'd see every last one of them shattered and broken down for profiling and oppressing the grand conduit race. The brave men and women of various PMC's working day and night to keep the cities safe? He'd systematically hunt down and annihilate their puny organizations one by one for daring to think they could prevent Jaraxxus and those like him from having his fun. The wonder drug that weak-willed conduits were begging for to deprive themselves of their gift? He'd see it all burned to the ground and every producer killed for trying to inhibit and control the conduit race.
The red head took a deep sigh.
All in due time.
He was going to enjoy every second of watching this world burn for his amusement.
A cross country trek across America had never been more dangerous... no, exciting than ever before. The lone ginger had stared outside the dust covered windows of the overcrowded, ready to break down at any moment bus with pure joy so many times at the narrow escapes from getting involved with a rampaging conduit here or a radical military group there across the entire trip. Especially through what many were calling the Fractured States, or where governmental order was all but beginning to break down due to the supposed conduit menace. Then again, that's why the majority of the people were riding this junker all the way to a supposed hope. There were families huddled together that cried every time an explosion or two's shock-wave would rock the entire bus and the other more lone patrons that kept to themselves while either praying or begging for save passage to California. The only guarantee was that nobody was paying any attention to any of the others on the bus, especially a well dressed, sun glass wearing red head.
Many of the inhabitants of the bus were far from legal as far as their papers went. Traveling through state to state would of been far more difficult, even in these troubled times, if the less than shady bus company wasn't operating and driving in only the darkest hours of the night on the most deserted roads. It was a miracle they had made it as far as they did but the state lines to California was in sight and San Francisco not far after. All they had to do was sneak past one last Border check under the cover of darkness and all would be well. As the behemoth screeched to a stop in front of the skeleton crew of a border patrol squad and the small station standing in their way the driver prepared for his usual tactic.
After getting up and warning everyone to stay low in their seats the driver walked out of the bus and slowly approached the lone patrolman. If the encounter went any like the others times that the ginger had watched then a generous bribe would get pushed into the patrolman's hands and the bus would begin moving again unimpeded. Alas, the righteous always had such a pesky way of stopping others from having some fun. There was yelling as the patrolman hurled the money back in the bus driver's face and pulled his rifle. It was only minutes later that the poor soul that had transported everyone this far began to make a run back towards the bus before being gun downed from behind. Commotion stirred throughout the bus as every other passenger was frantic and worried of what would happen next. Everyone but the lone red head.
After getting up from his seat the shady red head began to push his way through the crowded isle of the bus towards the front, nobody thinking anything of when a hand tapped their shoulder here or grabbed onto them only for a second there in passing. By the time he got to the door there was an already pissed border patrolmen that had made his way towards the door and was just about to walk on board.
"Listen up refugee wannabes, each and every last one of you filth are going to one by one leave this here piece ol' shit on wheels and get yourselves a nice scanning courtesy of Californian anti-conduit policy. Kind of how we say hello here. From there we're going to start checking papers and seeing if any of you worthless maggots will be gracing our cities with your presence. Don't worry, if you waste my time I'll be wasting you like your driver that had the balls to try and bribe a governmental official."
Almost as a giddy child the red head proudly stepped off the bus first, all but tripping over the last step on his haste down and having to press up against the border guard to keep from falling. It lasted all but a second before he was shoved away with force and led towards the scanning device.
"So, fucker, I expect wearing those dark tinted sunglasses with it being this late at night and pitch black you're probably higher than the empire state building right now but why don't you just step through this little scanner for me if you'd be so kind?"
Given that the official had asked so nicely, the ginger could only smile as he stepped through the scanner that began flashing crimson red at the detection of a conduit. As the official went to raise his rifle the ginger took off his sunglasses to reveal solid black eyes with blood red pupils. It was only seconds later that a flurry of bullets ripped through the conduit's chest one after another. The holes it left in his body, however, simple coiled back together as string after string rapidly strung the conduit together before morphing back to flesh and blood. On the bus there was the sound of screaming bloody murder even greater than before as someone's chest exploded with bullet holes. On the Conduit's waist, a nearly unnoticeable doll burned away into oblivion.
"I'm going to just adore my time here. I'm Jaraxxus, by the way, and you just fucked with the wrong conduit love," the ginger finally spoke as the border guard looked shocked at the ineffectiveness of his entire clip being poured into the individual in front of him. Then, before he knew what was happening, there was a doll in the conduit's hand. One that resembled the border guard down to the last detail. The conduit wasn't nearly as clumsy or under the influence of drugs as the man may have first thought.
The red head shoved the doll forward in a almost throwing motion, meanwhile the actual border guard was sent flying with many times over the force as he struck and nearly shattered the glass of the lone patrol station. The only other officer on duty of the skeleton crew ran out of the building with shotgun in hand aimed towards the conduit.
"Do-Don't move or I'll fire. S-Shouldn't you know your kind isn't welcome here!" the clearly young, fearful for his life teen shouted as the conduit whispered in the ear of the doll something inaudible. The kid was seconds from pulling the trigger and possibly taking his first life when the back of his skull was sent flying in about every direction causing blood and brain matter to splatter everywhere. The other border guard was crying as he looked at what he did, a look of anguish on his face of not wanting to do it but not having the will to resist the voices in his head. The conduit whistled as he walked into the building and raised the crossbar blocking the bus from moving forward.
"So, which one of you wants to drive us the rest of the way," the now blood covered conduit asked as he walked onto the bus. There were no takers. "Come now, don't you understand that if this bus gets stopped again before we reach San Francisco we'll all be in a rather large amount of trouble now?" after this grave reminder one of the other passengers slowly walked past the corpse on the bus isle floor and took the driver's seat. It was mere moments later that the bus continued on with the city of dreams within sight.
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2:45 PM, Local Coffee Shop
A lone ginger sat alone while sipping on a salted caramel mocha as he read the local news praising the city as a continued safe haven from the conduit menace. With every line Jaraxxus scanned over he began to crumple the paper more and more. The marvelous, technological wonders of conduit scanning technology being provided by various private institutions all across the state? He'd see every last one of them shattered and broken down for profiling and oppressing the grand conduit race. The brave men and women of various PMC's working day and night to keep the cities safe? He'd systematically hunt down and annihilate their puny organizations one by one for daring to think they could prevent Jaraxxus and those like him from having his fun. The wonder drug that weak-willed conduits were begging for to deprive themselves of their gift? He'd see it all burned to the ground and every producer killed for trying to inhibit and control the conduit race.
The red head took a deep sigh.
All in due time.
He was going to enjoy every second of watching this world burn for his amusement.
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Keltoi
Senior Member
"Bio-terrorist bastard!" A muffled, deep voice shouted from behind Ronan, and he turned to see what on Earth was going on. As he looked down the dark, dirty alley, and tried to focus on whoever had shouted the vile words, he glimpsed something that resembled a wooden baseball bat just before it came in contact with the side of his skull.
Although he possessed the regenerative and resistant traits of a conduit, even this super-powered human couldn't not gasp in pain and shock as blinding hot daggers of pain stabbed throughout his head, before watching in almost slow motion as the concrete ground rushed up to meet him.
Ronan must have...blacked out for a few seconds, because the next thing he remembered was being pressed against a wall with a 10mm pistol pointing between his eyes, just inches away.
"What you gonna do now, bastard." The thug with the gun smirked from beneath the scarf he wore around his head. He was flanked by two other brutes, all with hats and scarves to cover their faces. The other two were armed with bats, just as Ronan thought when one of them smashed him across the head.
The Irishman was unable to reply, as much as he wanted to insult the brutes, but he WAS being held to the wall by his throat, restricting his ability to speak.
Ronan an looked around at his surroundings desparately, searching for anything to help him out of this situation. They were still in the alley. Old planks of wood were leaning against the opposite wall, along with a large rubbish bin. None of that could help. Then movement caught his eye.
One little pidgeon was overlooking the alley below, watching intently. Ronan winked at the bird, and it flew off.
"What are you looking at, freak?!" One of the thugs snarled.
Ronan's eyes darted back to where the pidgeon was, and the thugs followed. The pidgeon was still gone, it being unsuited for this kind of work, but a large murder of dark, gloomy crows perched above in it's stead. Ronan loved crows; they were such intelligent, ruthless creatures. Perfect for nearly every job he needed a bird for.
The gunman laughed, and turned back to Ronan.
"Birds?!" He chuckled heartily. The bastard must really have thought it funny.
With a mighty, unified caw, te crows dive off their perch, towards the four men. More birds followed, whole murders that had been perched unseen.
It was like watching swarms of insects attack larger insects, but these insects had claws and sharp beaks. The gunman went down nearly instantly, a few dozen crows stabbing their beaks into wherever they could. The other two tried to fend off the waves of avian beasts, but to no avail.
About two minutes later, Ronan walked out of the alley into the open street, where the sun could light up everything. There were a few drops of blood on his hoodie, and that would need to be taken care of.
As he strolled off and enjoyed the sunlight, Ronan swore he could hear a distant scream. Someone must have found the crows and their feast.
Although he possessed the regenerative and resistant traits of a conduit, even this super-powered human couldn't not gasp in pain and shock as blinding hot daggers of pain stabbed throughout his head, before watching in almost slow motion as the concrete ground rushed up to meet him.
Ronan must have...blacked out for a few seconds, because the next thing he remembered was being pressed against a wall with a 10mm pistol pointing between his eyes, just inches away.
"What you gonna do now, bastard." The thug with the gun smirked from beneath the scarf he wore around his head. He was flanked by two other brutes, all with hats and scarves to cover their faces. The other two were armed with bats, just as Ronan thought when one of them smashed him across the head.
The Irishman was unable to reply, as much as he wanted to insult the brutes, but he WAS being held to the wall by his throat, restricting his ability to speak.
Ronan an looked around at his surroundings desparately, searching for anything to help him out of this situation. They were still in the alley. Old planks of wood were leaning against the opposite wall, along with a large rubbish bin. None of that could help. Then movement caught his eye.
One little pidgeon was overlooking the alley below, watching intently. Ronan winked at the bird, and it flew off.
"What are you looking at, freak?!" One of the thugs snarled.
Ronan's eyes darted back to where the pidgeon was, and the thugs followed. The pidgeon was still gone, it being unsuited for this kind of work, but a large murder of dark, gloomy crows perched above in it's stead. Ronan loved crows; they were such intelligent, ruthless creatures. Perfect for nearly every job he needed a bird for.
The gunman laughed, and turned back to Ronan.
"Birds?!" He chuckled heartily. The bastard must really have thought it funny.
With a mighty, unified caw, te crows dive off their perch, towards the four men. More birds followed, whole murders that had been perched unseen.
It was like watching swarms of insects attack larger insects, but these insects had claws and sharp beaks. The gunman went down nearly instantly, a few dozen crows stabbing their beaks into wherever they could. The other two tried to fend off the waves of avian beasts, but to no avail.
About two minutes later, Ronan walked out of the alley into the open street, where the sun could light up everything. There were a few drops of blood on his hoodie, and that would need to be taken care of.
As he strolled off and enjoyed the sunlight, Ronan swore he could hear a distant scream. Someone must have found the crows and their feast.
hudhouse
The Voidwalker
2:40 PM
San Francisco, California
Void silently rested upon a bench within the Golden Gate Park, one leg over the other and his back taking up the entire bench. His clothes were ravaged, ripped to shreds on many spots. His thin muscles and weak body was easy to see from the slashes. A few bullet holes adorned his jacket. Bloody bandages were hidden below the rips and tears. His golden eyes opened to a small squeak. A pitch black shade of a bird, a hardened specter of gravity stood on him. He snickered, it truly was working the way he wanted it to. He twirled a finger, warping the shadow-like field of energy to improve on his precision. He needed to keep on working here to prepare for a future. Or... maybe he could just fall back asleep? Falling back asleep sounded way more easy, as well as more pleasant. All for falling asleep? I? One I here right? Then 'I' shall fall asleep!
Void began to loudly snore on the bench. He had already been there so long a bit of dried blood was under him.
San Francisco, California
Void silently rested upon a bench within the Golden Gate Park, one leg over the other and his back taking up the entire bench. His clothes were ravaged, ripped to shreds on many spots. His thin muscles and weak body was easy to see from the slashes. A few bullet holes adorned his jacket. Bloody bandages were hidden below the rips and tears. His golden eyes opened to a small squeak. A pitch black shade of a bird, a hardened specter of gravity stood on him. He snickered, it truly was working the way he wanted it to. He twirled a finger, warping the shadow-like field of energy to improve on his precision. He needed to keep on working here to prepare for a future. Or... maybe he could just fall back asleep? Falling back asleep sounded way more easy, as well as more pleasant. All for falling asleep? I? One I here right? Then 'I' shall fall asleep!
Void began to loudly snore on the bench. He had already been there so long a bit of dried blood was under him.
Netherdragon
The Dark Light
Frost was walking around in the abandoned school room. A cloud of frosty air followed her at her feet. The air around her itself was chilled. She was looking forward to the weak's home getting destroyed. After all, why should the strong suffer to help such weak fools? She ended up seeing a being who in one of the rooms. She appeared to run away before she finally managed to track her down again. "[COLOR= rgb(100, 149, 237)]Hello there, who might you be?[/COLOR]" She asks to Uft.
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Assailant
The SHSL Shadow Alchemy Stand Using Lab Member
Damian hitched his bag up as he looked at the border patrol checkpoint from the hill he was standing on. "Mmm, such heavy defences," he said as he looked at it. He looked all over. "What do you reckon we can take it down?" He shoved his hand into a bag of potato chips and ate them with a huge grin. He looked up and down, left and right, with his never ending smile.
"Yeah, I guess not," he responded to no one in particular. He turned to walk away before he heard screams and gunshots. "Ah, I guess they found a conduit." He took a step and looked around the coffee shop bathroom. "Not bad." He opened the door and walked outside, looking around at the patrons of the store mindlessly drinking away. He shrugged and walked up to the Barista at the counter.
"Hello sir, how may I help you?"
"Just a hot chocolate, thanks." He leaned on the counter.
"Whipped cream?"
"Of course." She nodded and prepared it quickly. She handed it over to him.
"That'll be $6.99." He hissed through his teeth.
"$6.99? That's robbery." He sighed as he moved his satchel and stuck his hand into it. After feeling around for a bit, he pulled out eight dollars. "Ooh, close." He threw one back in his bag and gave her the seven dollars.
Damian exited the cafe onto the roof of a skyscraper overlooking the city. He saw a bird about to fly into a window as it whizzed past his head and over the skyscraper. "Stupid bird," he murmured to himself as he looked down on all of the ant-sized people roaming around the streets. He kicked his legs and hummed to himself. He stood and stretched for a moment. "Alright... time for the daily go. Let's try not to break any bones. Here we go!" He tossed aside his now finished hot chocolate and rolled his shoulders in preparation. Then, he jumped.
The wind rushed past his face as the screams from the pedestrians below emanated once they noticed the falling man. He grinned, and just as he hit the ground he soared up into the air. He slowed down as gravity began to pull. Slower, slower, slower.
He sat down on his couch with a sigh. He rubbed his butt. "A bit hard of a landing, but it seemed to work well." He smiled. Not ten seconds ago had he jumped. He loved being a conduit.
"Yeah, I guess not," he responded to no one in particular. He turned to walk away before he heard screams and gunshots. "Ah, I guess they found a conduit." He took a step and looked around the coffee shop bathroom. "Not bad." He opened the door and walked outside, looking around at the patrons of the store mindlessly drinking away. He shrugged and walked up to the Barista at the counter.
"Hello sir, how may I help you?"
"Just a hot chocolate, thanks." He leaned on the counter.
"Whipped cream?"
"Of course." She nodded and prepared it quickly. She handed it over to him.
"That'll be $6.99." He hissed through his teeth.
"$6.99? That's robbery." He sighed as he moved his satchel and stuck his hand into it. After feeling around for a bit, he pulled out eight dollars. "Ooh, close." He threw one back in his bag and gave her the seven dollars.
Damian exited the cafe onto the roof of a skyscraper overlooking the city. He saw a bird about to fly into a window as it whizzed past his head and over the skyscraper. "Stupid bird," he murmured to himself as he looked down on all of the ant-sized people roaming around the streets. He kicked his legs and hummed to himself. He stood and stretched for a moment. "Alright... time for the daily go. Let's try not to break any bones. Here we go!" He tossed aside his now finished hot chocolate and rolled his shoulders in preparation. Then, he jumped.
The wind rushed past his face as the screams from the pedestrians below emanated once they noticed the falling man. He grinned, and just as he hit the ground he soared up into the air. He slowed down as gravity began to pull. Slower, slower, slower.
He sat down on his couch with a sigh. He rubbed his butt. "A bit hard of a landing, but it seemed to work well." He smiled. Not ten seconds ago had he jumped. He loved being a conduit.
Chayliel
The Angel of Strength
A fair looking young man, dressed in a vest and dress pants, was sitting behind the counter, reading "The Alchemist". Ray looked up from his book and was keeping an eye on a certain red-headed character, skeptical by his looks. He had an inherent trust for people, but the way the guy looked just made him want to make sure he wouldn't try something. Ray stood up and said hello to a few regulars in the cafe, and walked towards the red-headed man, asking if everything was alright, to introduce himself and let him know that the people in his cafe were good people.
"Hello sir. Excuse me, but you look like a new face in here. The name's Ray, nice to meet you." He gave a smile and remembered what he had ordered earlier, a caramel mocha, one of his own personal favorites. "How are you liking the coffee? Caramel mocha is my go to as well."
"Hello sir. Excuse me, but you look like a new face in here. The name's Ray, nice to meet you." He gave a smile and remembered what he had ordered earlier, a caramel mocha, one of his own personal favorites. "How are you liking the coffee? Caramel mocha is my go to as well."
AvidElmV2
Four Thousand Club
Continuing her unsuspcious stroll down the sidewalk, Uft jumped in shock when she heard someone directly address her. Turning, she noted the woman and her strange militaristic attire. Still, she couldn't say much. She must have been a sight to see amongst the sea of suits, dresses, and casual clothing. She was still wearing the outfit she'd worn when she delparted from her cults camp grounds. It was meant to be a sign of disgrace but Uft had never felt like it was. In fact, she somewhat enjoyed wearing it. It wasn't like she'd had a choice, though. It was all she had, but she took care of the outfit. Focusing her attention on the strange woman that had spoken to her, attempting to hold still amongst the bodies pressing and flowing against her. She felt an unnatural chill wafting off the woman, as did those around her. Even in the inland heat, it felt as though the temperature was well below what it should be.
She was also quick to notice the trail of frost left in her wake, zeroing in on the small detail in no time. Frost trail, freezing aura, complete with an interest in the strange girl? She screamed unnatural, if not conduit. Maybe the last part was a bit of a stretch, but the first two points still stood. Pivoting on her heel, Uft hastily made her retreat, slipping between the heavy crowd in an attempt to lose the woman in it, although she seemed to keep up with her. As she continued forwards, the crowd began to thin out and eventually Uft was left out in the open as the human sea parted and went in their own directions. Noticing the woman hot on her trail, Uft ducked into an alleyway and instantly regretted her decision. It was a dead end and the woman was already in the exit, blocking it off. A scowl forming on her face, Uft met Frost gaze with her own. "If you come any closer, I'll scream bio-terrorist. I swear, I'll do it." During the time she spent in the city in herql quest for answers as to what she was, Uft had found nothing more than what her kind were commonly called. Where their powers stemmed from and why she'd been chosen to recieve them was still a mystery to her.
Netherdragon
The Dark Light
Frost just laughed. "[COLOR= rgb(100, 149, 237)]Oh, how cute! You're just asking me to freeze you.[/COLOR]" She sighs after catching up to the girl. "[COLOR= rgb(100, 149, 237)]What were you doing in that abandoned hospital?"[/COLOR] she asks while leaning against the wall of the building adjacent to the alley.
Keltoi
Senior Member
The first thing someone would realise when they looked through the eyes of a hawk, was that colours looked different. The second thing would be how much sharp your vision was, able to pay attention to every little detail.
City hawks were beautiful creatures; feared in the local animal kingdom, nigh in worshipped by humans(most of the time), and without a rival. Another of Ronan's favourites.
Why was he a hawk at this moment? That would be something Ronan could not answer. But the feeling of flying was so...free and wonderful, he always tried to do it in his spare time. Besides, it always helped him learn about events in the city without risking detection. No anti-"bio-terrorist" soldier ever attempted to try and scan a bloody hawk for the conduit gene. That would be both plain stupid, and sort of amazing.
Just like at that moment, being a bird flying over the city proved useful, as Ronan found something quite odd. Two particular women(that in itself was not too odd) in a crowd, both quite preposterous looking.
One has some frosty air emanating off her(either she had some power, or she had just eaten a whole lot of icepops and had spent the last month in a freezer), and the other just wore very unusual clothes.
Always one to be nosy, Ronan swooped downward until he was just gliding a few metres above the crowd. Some people smiled and pointed towards him, awestruck to see such a magnificent beast fly so close, but Ronan ignored them. The time to show off was later, and now was the time to be nosy.
While one of the women(the one with the odd clothes), she just wasn't moving enough. Ronan merely had to circle above, and watch below, and clacked his beak impatiently. He wanted to see something!
City hawks were beautiful creatures; feared in the local animal kingdom, nigh in worshipped by humans(most of the time), and without a rival. Another of Ronan's favourites.
Why was he a hawk at this moment? That would be something Ronan could not answer. But the feeling of flying was so...free and wonderful, he always tried to do it in his spare time. Besides, it always helped him learn about events in the city without risking detection. No anti-"bio-terrorist" soldier ever attempted to try and scan a bloody hawk for the conduit gene. That would be both plain stupid, and sort of amazing.
Just like at that moment, being a bird flying over the city proved useful, as Ronan found something quite odd. Two particular women(that in itself was not too odd) in a crowd, both quite preposterous looking.
One has some frosty air emanating off her(either she had some power, or she had just eaten a whole lot of icepops and had spent the last month in a freezer), and the other just wore very unusual clothes.
Always one to be nosy, Ronan swooped downward until he was just gliding a few metres above the crowd. Some people smiled and pointed towards him, awestruck to see such a magnificent beast fly so close, but Ronan ignored them. The time to show off was later, and now was the time to be nosy.
While one of the women(the one with the odd clothes), she just wasn't moving enough. Ronan merely had to circle above, and watch below, and clacked his beak impatiently. He wanted to see something!
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AvidElmV2
Four Thousand Club
Uft grinded her teeth, resisting the urge to turn the woman into walking pin cushion. She sounded so arrogant, so cocky and it only made her angrier. Was she supposed to be afraid? She'd already confirmed she was a bio-terrorist -because who threatened to freeze anyone- so perhaps this was the reason why. She also confirmed that she wasn't against hurting anyone to get what she wanted, no matter how stupid it was. Uft plastered an expression of mock shock onto her face, although she was mostly just amused that the woman had followed her all the way here JUST to ask her this. "Oh, wow! You really are as stupis as you look... Maybe even more! I mean, I thought it was just your FUCKING FACE, but now... Woo!" Uft usually wasn't thjs hostile, but she couldn't stand anyone who acted this way. Arrogant and foolish all at the same time. It was a toxic combination that she couldn't stand. It practically fumed from some people it was so strong...
Netherdragon
The Dark Light
[COLOR= rgb(100, 149, 237)]"Look, I didn't want to hurt you. I was just curious was all." [/COLOR][SIZE= medium]She says. She creates herself a chair out of ice under her and she sits in it. She then creates one behind Uft for her to use if she wished. [/SIZE][COLOR= rgb(100, 149, 237)]"After all, you don't seem like a pure human either... I can see it in your eyes. You're strong. You know it. I know it. However... you seem scared of your strength? No perhaps scared isn't the right word..."[/COLOR]
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AvidElmV2
Four Thousand Club
Uft narrowed her gaze at Frost, studying her features with an unrelenting suspicion. She honestly couldn't say if she trusted Frost or not, mostly due to the strange first impression. Then again, who did she trust? She hadn't made many friends since her arrival in the city -none, really- but it wasn't like she was actively seeking them out. When the woman created the ice chairs out of no where, Uft opted to stand, taking a step forward. "Getting pretty deep, huh? The whole 'I see power inside of you' shtick? Okay then. Tell me, what intrigues you so much about this presumed power? Why follow me around just to tell me about whatever potential I may hold?"
Netherdragon
The Dark Light
[SIZE= medium]Frost shrugs her shoulders.[/SIZE][COLOR= rgb(100, 149, 237)] "I don't really have a reason. You just seem interesting is all. Perhaps it's out of boredom."[/COLOR][SIZE= medium] She said while crossing her legs and stretching her arms behind her. She seemed really relaxed in spite of the tense atmosphere.[/SIZE]
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Mist Demon
A Broken Frame
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San Francisco, California. Local Coffee Shop.
Jaraxxus was almost too caught up within his own inner monologue to first understand exactly what the waiter had said once approaching him. Only almost, after all, a certain level of awareness was kind of necessary in a city that would of wanted him and any others like him dead. The red head rested the crumpled up newspaper onto the table and looked over the one who had dared intrude upon his inner conversation from top to bottom while he spoke. There was a temptation for Jaraxxus to offer up a handshake in first greeting like he commonly would but the conduit already knew that he had gathered more than enough dolls in even his short time within the city. There happened to just be one small little doll, nearly unnoticeable, hanging from every loop of his belt and there was no exceptional need at the moment to add just another waiter to the list.
"You're right. You could most certainly call me new here. Fresh off the buses even. You can call me Ginger," the unbeknownst to the other man conduit spoke before consuming the very last sips of the coffee the waiter would then go on to talk about. The caramel mocha satisfied the sweet tooth Jaraxxus had been carrying for quite some time but it wasn't all he had hoped it to be. Still, Ray was being nice enough and the conduit's silver tongue just couldn't help itself once the red head opened his mouth.
"Another just absolute masterpiece creation for a man who I'm sure makes works of art in the form of caffeine shots every day." just then another thought crept into the ginger's mind. "Tell me, if you have the time, would you be kind enough to sit and tell me a little more about this just grand city? You wouldn't believe what I went through to make it here."
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AvidElmV2
Four Thousand Club
Uft's eyes widened in disbelief at the womans response, rubbing her chin in thought. Was that really the reason why she'd followed her here? It couldn't be. Who would draw attention to themselves by chasing someone through the streets just out of boredom? A bio-terrorist, no less! It was beyond bold... it was idiotic, but one had to have atleast some respect for a person willing to do something of the sort. "Out of boredom... Hm. Out. Of boredom. Wow. I just can't... My brain can't process this. Out of all the things you could've done in this city, you followed and cornered me in an alleyway. Explain how I'm sooooo interestinf that you just HAD to do this," the woman said with a certain amount of disdain that plainly conveyed her disapproval of Frost actions.
Netherdragon
The Dark Light
[COLOR= rgb(100, 149, 237)]"It's not like I had to run. Nobody really followed me." [/COLOR][SIZE= medium]She sighed.[/SIZE][COLOR= rgb(100, 149, 237)] "Besides, it's not like there's much to do with this city considering how much of it consists of fools." [/COLOR][SIZE= medium]She said with a frown.[/SIZE]
Keltoi
Senior Member
Ronan was a tad shocked about how...little the conduits below cared about keeping a low profile. He could almost see the headlines on the news, "Two conduits talk on ice chairs in the middle of an alley. Soldiers march to attack en masse."
And while it would be wise for the Ronan to move away, in case soldiers were to attack, it would be more boring. Besides, these were his kind.
Despite them being his kind, he didn't feel the need to show himself yet. Not until something really spectacular happened.
@Netherdragon @AvidElmV2
And while it would be wise for the Ronan to move away, in case soldiers were to attack, it would be more boring. Besides, these were his kind.
Despite them being his kind, he didn't feel the need to show himself yet. Not until something really spectacular happened.
@Netherdragon @AvidElmV2
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Chayliel
The Angel of Strength
"Well I personally like this city. I never really had a proper home, but this whole city, despite all the shit we have around us, at the end of the day, we all go home at the with drink in our hands, coffee or a beer, it doesn't matter, and a home to be grateful for." Ray said to the odd looking man with a smirk on his face. It had been a while since he had thought about his home, but it always made him happy to think of all the friends he has made.
Seeing Jaraxxus finish his coffee, Ray motioned towards the but and said, "Would you like another, Mr-" He paused, "Sorry, don't think I caught your name, sir."
Seeing Jaraxxus finish his coffee, Ray motioned towards the but and said, "Would you like another, Mr-" He paused, "Sorry, don't think I caught your name, sir."
AvidElmV2
Four Thousand Club
That was it. Uft was done. Throwing her hands into the air in an act of surrender, Uft marched past Frost. "Yeah, last straw. You're giving me no good reason to be here. Like, no good reason at all. We could get caught, with this weird ice furniture, and I am NOT going down with you for aiding and assisting a bio-terrorist." She kept her voice low, not wanting anyone in the area to overhear their little conversation. She made her way out of the alleyway briskly while trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. Still, there was always a level of suspicion present when you witnessed someone exiting any alleyway, no matter how they held themselves. Rounding the corner, Uft continued forwards without looking back to see if Frost was following her. She knew if she truly was 'bored' she'd possibly end up following her. If not? Good riddance. She'd had enough of the conversation.
Netherdragon
The Dark Light
Forst sighed. She was genuinely curious about this person. She exuded power yet feared to use it. Why? This question intrigued her and as such she followed after allowing the chairs to melt.
Mist Demon
A Broken Frame
"That's right, you didn't," Jaraxxus smirked as he was prepared to raise from his seat and leave the coffee shop behind him before a squad of heavily armed soldiers marched down the sidewalk with haste. Nearly simultaneous one of the small televisions propped up on the walls for ambient noise broke into an urgent news report. One of the other employees of the store seemed to take a remote and increase the sound so that all could hear the announcement. Apparently a tragic assault on a patrol station had taken place last night by at least one conduit, the data from the scanners proving so, that was now likely running free throughout the state. Moreover, an abandoned bus had been discovered within San Francisco with a corpse that had died under suspicious circumstances: wounds relating to being shot without any bullet fragment or powder present in the bus or even on the victim.
My, my did I already stir the hornet's nest a little? How intriguing...
Despite having been in the process of standing up the Ginger all but sat back down into the seat. If the streets were going to be swarmed with aggravated patrols it likely wouldn't be wise to walk among them unprepared. Unless of course it seemed fun at the time. The news report went on to talk about how a lone survivor from the patrol station attack had been administered to the hospital after being too shell shocked to talk or provide any answers. Alas, until Jaraxxus was prepared to make the next move in his grand chess match against the world he'd need to keep himself occupied a different way.
"So... about that mocha?" the red head finally spoke as he ensured his sun glasses didn't sink lower on his face and reveal his eyes. While all of these actions might have seemed more than suspicious to Ray, the Ginger seemed completely at ease. There may have even been hints of excitement when the news started to play.
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My, my did I already stir the hornet's nest a little? How intriguing...
Despite having been in the process of standing up the Ginger all but sat back down into the seat. If the streets were going to be swarmed with aggravated patrols it likely wouldn't be wise to walk among them unprepared. Unless of course it seemed fun at the time. The news report went on to talk about how a lone survivor from the patrol station attack had been administered to the hospital after being too shell shocked to talk or provide any answers. Alas, until Jaraxxus was prepared to make the next move in his grand chess match against the world he'd need to keep himself occupied a different way.
"So... about that mocha?" the red head finally spoke as he ensured his sun glasses didn't sink lower on his face and reveal his eyes. While all of these actions might have seemed more than suspicious to Ray, the Ginger seemed completely at ease. There may have even been hints of excitement when the news started to play.
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Assailant
The SHSL Shadow Alchemy Stand Using Lab Member
After resting for a little bit, Damian finally left his little base and wandered the streets aimlessly. He was a people watcher, and at one point he watched a guy acting very peculiar. It was tough to describe, but something was very clearly off. The man seemed to notice Damian watching him, and he smiled and quickly ran over to Damian.
"Ah, a new face, lovely to see a new face," the man said as he shook Damian's hand violently. "I don't see them very often." The man's face scrunched up. "Of course, that doesn't mean good things for you. Yeesh, that killed my mood." Damian frowned, confused at what was going on. "Ah, new person, what's your name?"
"Ah... Damian. Damian Teller." The man froze for a moment and laughed, as if he knew something Damian didn't. "Um... you?"
"I'm amazed I haven't met you yet, what with Maxamillion... ah, I'm Jayce. You can call me Chronos." Damian frowned and opened his mouth to speak, but the man cut him off. "Just figured I'd stop by, make a cameo as it were, see how the place changed and all. It's changed so much, and yet not at all. Isn't it funny how things can do that? I think so." Damian opened his mouth to speak, but Jayce sighed and shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't talk, buddy, I've got an appointment in five minutes back in New York City." Damian shook his head.
"Umm... that's across the country. You won't make it." Chronos laughed.
"Ah, it's fine. I have all the time in the world. See yah!" The man ran around a corner. Damian stood frozen in absolute confusion. People in LA were weird... He guessed that guy was high off his ass. With a shrug, Damian went and sat down in a bench across from the coffee shop he'd been in earlier. More people watching, but after that last encounter, he felt he might never top it.
"Ah, a new face, lovely to see a new face," the man said as he shook Damian's hand violently. "I don't see them very often." The man's face scrunched up. "Of course, that doesn't mean good things for you. Yeesh, that killed my mood." Damian frowned, confused at what was going on. "Ah, new person, what's your name?"
"Ah... Damian. Damian Teller." The man froze for a moment and laughed, as if he knew something Damian didn't. "Um... you?"
"I'm amazed I haven't met you yet, what with Maxamillion... ah, I'm Jayce. You can call me Chronos." Damian frowned and opened his mouth to speak, but the man cut him off. "Just figured I'd stop by, make a cameo as it were, see how the place changed and all. It's changed so much, and yet not at all. Isn't it funny how things can do that? I think so." Damian opened his mouth to speak, but Jayce sighed and shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't talk, buddy, I've got an appointment in five minutes back in New York City." Damian shook his head.
"Umm... that's across the country. You won't make it." Chronos laughed.
"Ah, it's fine. I have all the time in the world. See yah!" The man ran around a corner. Damian stood frozen in absolute confusion. People in LA were weird... He guessed that guy was high off his ass. With a shrug, Damian went and sat down in a bench across from the coffee shop he'd been in earlier. More people watching, but after that last encounter, he felt he might never top it.