Fantasy Superhero Times

[Deathkitten]

Beverly Hilton
Enzo, Zaphkiel, Tomb, and Teslie Coila​

Well she waaaaaaaaas gonna go up and say hi to the grumpy puss in the lobby, but! she was so rudely interrupted by mister big face scary arms. SO. NOT. CUTE. She'd have to remember later to find him and paint him pink. Oh! And give him a bow up on his head! He wouldn't be nearly so scary then! Well... at least with scary big mister face she wouldn't be noticed so easily. If she wasn't doing something bad, most people thought she was a normal little cute twelve year old anyway! Silly people. Well. Anyway. That guy was already dead. Ded dead. Not her problem. She hopped over and slid in front of Enzo with a big smile on her little face, pigtails swinging from side to side with the motion.

"Hi!" she squeaked, "I'm Teslie! I just got outta prison and you look so grumpy and like the perfect meanie face. I mean, that big meanie face got a head start, but what do you say? Wanna bash some skulls in with me? OH! But with glitter. Gotta have more glitter." She rummaged around in her bag for a moment before producing a big bow. She tried to plop it onto his head, but if that didn't work she was also grabbing a pin with her other hand - one that had a sparkly pink and purple panda on it, of course, and jabbed him in his chest, probably drawing blood if she succeeded.

"Sorry! You gotta meet a meter of cute if you're gonna work with me! But it's better than sitting around - although apparently sitting around in this place begets some really weird dead bodies bursting through a wall. LA is like that sometimes. Still boring if you aren't the one that caused them," she continued on like the energizer bunny, head darting to the side as if she was listening to someone for a moment. "Oh yeah. Want a gun?"

Aelia Aeldyne Kyrenka Trashler

 

[Aelia Aeldyne]

Zaphkiel - Beverly Hilton suite​

She did not even move, did not even turn her gaze to him, did her best to not even perceive him when Enzo came and yelled at her. Heck, she did not even as much as breathe while he was in her presence, and she went as far as muffle her hearing through magic and telepathy. She would not humour him with a reply – it was the last she could do to stand against him, to feel like a free-willed person and not like Enzo’s slave. And for as long as he snarled at her, she kept her gaze locked on the clouds, lost faraway on the horizon. She did her best to make herself believe that she was still free to live as she wanted, and that she wasn’t basically a cruel master’s pet. But fate was fickle, callous and stark, and every day that past during which she accepted to be Enzo’s thing, she could feel metaphorical chains slither and hiss around her body, ever so slightly binding her more to him. She could not even refuse that fate of hers, lest she renounced her duties – and seeing what had happened to Lucifer when he did – at a cost even greater than Enzo had already made her pay. There was nothing sadder than an angel like her feet chained to the earth, willing to renounce freedom because slavery was the least worst of the two options. She believed that in all its cruelty, fate was equal against all beings, and that nothing happened without a reason.

The instant Enzo left the suite she cried, tears flowing down her cheeks and wails flying past her lips. It wasn’t an ugly sound like Enzo’s voice – rather, it was a seamless streak of notes, harmonious and melodious and bearing a tide of sorrow; it was like a lament, an elegy for and by the seven-times winged archangel, a song immensely sad and yet liberating for as long as she sung she would not have to feel the malady of hopelessness that plagued her very soul. And to hell if she had no public, if only the ravens were the ones to listen, then they would shed a tear. And she sung and she cried, her notes screaming at the world and at fate for making her suffer. And she sung and she cried, and she could finally put words on the feeling in her heart.

When all the tears had flown and all the notes were sung, that her throat was as dry as her eyes, she felt like she had lit within herself a flame, spectral and so cold, unnatural and bleak, and whose absent heat made her spirits rise like the balloon they were. She had only one feeling, the questions that fate had made her to ask away at the world, and she contemplated them both, one a supplication, aimed at all those who could answer it – demanding reasons, asking for a cause, asking for meaning. What did she do to deserve that happening to her ? – The other was grim and deathly, its spectre floating in her mind, a dark reminder of that third option. Should she let herself fall ? Lightly she rose to her feet, and with the softest motion, stepped on the balcony’s rail. Here she stood, gazing at the world helplessly. She tiptoed around, looking above and below – staring at heaven and hell. Oh Michael, what did she do to deserve such a fate – oh Lucifer what did she do to deserve such a fate ? Her feet were flying lightly on the thin metal bar, as she silently asked her brothers about the events that had befallen her. Waltzing with the void, she had stopped to care, und tod sprach “Tanz mit mir” and she listened to Death and danced with her and it was fantastic to behold. The archangel was swirling like a stream of water, back and forth in this tango of despair. Und mitkemm die letzte Tanzschritte and her back arched over as Death embraced her.

She felt a prickle in her heart and her body froze over – something had happened to the one she reviled but was forced to love – and this misstep in the dance would cost them so much more – her feet slipped over, and let go the guard rail.


Kyrenka

 

[Kyrenka]

~Enzo & Kaden~
Beverly Hilton Suite​

He was just pacing around aimlessly at this point now. Burn it. No! Growling, Kaden felt a tug as Mashu tested his concentration. He slammed the doors to his emotions closed, thus locking out the demon once again. Prick, she hissed. He allowed himself to roll his eyes but that was the only response he gave. He should've paying attention. When the wall of the Hilton exploded inwards, Kaden was caught off guard as people automatically fled the source of the noise. Pushed around as the crowd around him scattered in a frenzied confusion. Move your ass! For once, he listened. Without a second thought Kaden raced after the hulking beast that had thrown, the most likely dead, man through the wall. It was brutal, how the victim was splayed out like some sort of fucked up marionette with its strings cut. Monster. His heart was pumping adrenaline through his body, so when he rounded the corner and had the thing in his sights once again he didn't hesitate to light that bastard up. Flames ignited along his arm as Kaden practically whipped a blast of hellfire at his target. Be cautious, let him come to you, then strike him when he's open. Maybe someone else would've appreciated the advice, but it was all Kaden had heard before whenever he sparred at his local gym. That, and the fact that he wasn't about to trust a literal spawn of Hell. "I don't need your help bitch," he growled. She didn't respond, but that was for the best. He needed to concentrate.

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There was a thunderous crash. The sudden noise and dust of a wall collapsing disoriented Enzo for a minute. It didn't stop the mindless sheep around him from crying out in fear and scattering. A few lingered, fumbling for their phones to record what was happening. Not Enzo, he was a lot of things but suicidal was not one of them. So when a girl with pigtails approached his first instinct was to shove her out of the way as he fled; but then he recognized her. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as Teslie Coila approached him, and for the first time since Zaphkiel joined him, he froze. Everyone knew what the fuck kind of monster those doe-eyes hid. He only relaxed a fraction when he realized that she was being friendly. But why? Nobody should even know who he is. Unless I fucked up. It was surreal though. To look a predator in the eyes only to realize that you weren't the prey. Of course, it didn't make the fucking pin she pushed into his chest hurt any less. Enzo hissed in pain as the needle pierced his skin. Rubbing his chest, he wasn't expecting the gun Teslie held out for him suddenly. The whiplash this girl was giving him was incredible, the villain was struggling to keep up with the thought process of someone truly insane. He stared at the gun dumbly. Should I take it? Saying no seemed dangerous in the short term, but saying yes would put him on the radars that he had painfully avoided for years. Gritting his teeth in frustration, Enzo accepted his fate as he took the gun that was offered to him.

Panic hit him suddenly and hard. It was impossible to decipher the origin of it as he was flooded the sensation of falling. He choked for a moment as vertigo nearly caused him to stumble. What the fuck? Was it the gun? Was accepting it a trap? Shit! He needed to get away, but how? He wasn't supposed to be anywhere near the danger, that was what Zaphkiel was for! She was his weapon and he was the master who wielded it; from a safe distance. Zaphkiel you useless bitch, where are you!? What use was a weapon that was never there when you needed it!?


((Interacting with Trashler 's Tomb, Deathkitten 's Teslie Coila, Aelia Aeldyne 's Zaphkiel))

 

[Kyrenka]

~Dr. Anne Beaufort and Aia~
Angeles National Park​

Anne sputtered a bit at the feeling of a thin tongue gliding over her face. In between her sudden fit of giggles, she cried out, "That tickles!" It was a welcomed feeling though; it meant that she had been forgiven. Moving in to wrap Aia into a tight hug, Anne squeezed the tinier girl in an effort to convey all of her love and affection to her through her own actions before letting her go. "Go on, up up." Patting Aia so that she'd climb back into the passenger's seat, Anne waited until she was situated before buckling the alien up. "I think you deserve a treat for being such a good girl," the doctor crooned as she started the car. "Mommy thinks we should get you a toy. Would you like that? A little buddy?" She hadn't invested in toys outside of blocks and other sturdy things in fear that Aia would accidentally shred something soft with her claws. But she's come so far. Surely one little stuffed animal wouldn't hurt? Something soft for her to hold while Anne drives? Yes, she decided, This is a great idea. The foliage crunched beneath them as the van's tires rolled over the wilderness until they were back on the road again. What will she pick? Now that was an interesting question. Would she choose something eye-catching and colorful? Something that resembled herself? Something that she's hunted? It was an exciting thing to ponder and theories were already forming in her head. Shaking her head in order to scatter her thoughts, Anne focused on the road. Don't turn this into a science experiment Beaufort. This was a normal outing between mother and daughter. Except we're not related and the daughter is an alien. No big deal. Drumming her fingers onto the steering wheel, she ignored the chime of her phone. Police scanner. Nope. Aia had had enough for today. She needed a little treat, not more work. Let her decompress otherwise she'd get too stressed out. Pulling into off of the highway, Anne took care to stay away from the areas of L.A. that had active cases. Soon enough, the van was slowly crawling into the parking lot of a chain store as Anne hunted for a spot. Parking, the doctor gave Aia a grin, "Let's go."

((Interacting with Daniel Reaving 's Aia))

 

[Trashler]

Tomb began to play with his matchbox car once more when his hands suddenly began to catch fire. He watched helplessly as his toy melted in his hands. The orange matchbox car was now a puddle of metal and plastic, burning some of the skin on his hand. For a second, he looked at his hands in disbelief, then turned his head towards the source of the flames. He grabbed his juice box with spite, squirting the grape-flavored liquid over his burning hands, extinguishing them. Tomb roared with a fit of extreme anger, throwing the empty plastic carton of juice at the man. Tomb realized that the carton would do little if anything at all towards the man attacking him. He frantically looked for something to throw, and suddenly diverted attention to the dumpster he was sitting on. Tomb lifted the dumpster with general ease and shouted with great anger at the man.

"YOU OWE ME TINY CAR!"
He threw the dumpster directly at the attacker, laughing as he did so. The dumpster stayed in the air for a few seconds, before it crashed to the ground and skidded its way towards the man. The grinding of the metallic dumpster against the cement created a trail of sparkles, which intrigued Tomb. He watched the sparks, not necessarily paying attention to the man he was previously attacking.

"Pretty", Tomb spoke, gazing at the demolition he caused.

[Interactions: Kyrenka , Aelia Aeldyne , Deathkitten ]

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Aia
Location: Car
Interaction: Kyrenka

Adorable happy clicks echoed from her throat as she felt her mother hug her tighter. Smiling Aia did the same back to Anne, Hugging her tight and nuzzling into her. So much so that when Anne let her go she shook her head no, refusing to end there little cuddle session. It took a moment or two but she did let go of Anne. Pouting at her as she crawled back into her seat and curled up. Like a toddler being put into her car seat Aia tried to help Mother with buckling up. Pulling at the buckle and trying to get it buckled before letting her mother do it. Her head perked up when her Mother mentioned a treat. one of the few words she understood much like a dog understood it. her smile grew as she let out an excited little yip at Anne and clapped her hands a little before settling in for the drive. She sat restless the entire way there. Staring out the window to try and see where they where going to get her treat and to watch the scenery pass. When they pulled up to a store she looked at the building curiously before back to her mother before she smiled brightly. Quickly she pulled the hood of her little disguise over her head, making sure her tail was hidden in the special bag before she unbuckled and hopped out. Quickly closing her door Aia trotted to the driver side of the van and eagerly waited there for her mother to get out and come with.​

 

[Osuka]

Xasura Mi'kael
AKA: WolfSpider
Location: The Cathedral he lied in

If he was going to be entirely honest with himself, maybe doing the assignment that Father Anderson would do him some good in order to clear his head. Ms. Jenny was a sad affair, and he wasn't going to miss out on helping to ensure her soul was secured, but there wasn't anything he could do right now. Hearing Serenity's change of topic as well was a weird shift, given it's obvious that he had asked her to do quite the same as himself, and if Father Anderson was anything, it was insistent on tasks completed, if nothing else. The reward for work well done was more work, after all, and work was always welcome if it helped someone else. Serenity should've known that, if it wasn't the moral of doing good just for the sake of it, some of that tithe also helped their orphanage. So whoever was stealing from the Church was also stealing from their brothers and sisters.

One of his little quirks was to scratch the back of his left ear as he thought. The sound helped to muffle the other ambient noises when he set himself to thinking. There was a book about a boy who liked pancakes when he was thinking, and Xasura was the boy who just liked to scratch, now that he thought about it - but he was getting off-track. It would be, at the very least, somewhat easy to get the scent of the thief if he was able to get at the coffers, and it wouldn't have been the first time he saw it, either. There was a lot of temptation when it came to money, but Xasura hadn't exactly been one who was privy to such, so it wasn't really something he thought about. Rather, he supposed, the motivation could have been simply the desire to obtain, given that it was someone of the Church that stole from the Church. Otherwise, if it wasn't, he was as good as useless in this unless he started sniffing all around Los Angeles.

"I don't think we'll see Father Anderson do stuff like that all that soon," the pup said as he looked towards the office wing. "Rather, I think we should focus on what we were asked to do so we can make sure that people aren't just stealing from the Church. That money goes to charities and organizations that help people. It goes to the orphanage's food, clothing, and utility bills, too, and I don't like that. What if the thief gets more and more bold? What if they're someone who could take a lot all at once and the past few robberies were just a test of the layout and security?"

When he looked to Serenity this time, there was a glint in his gaze. A fire of intensity - small, flickering, and fleet, but there. Xasura's small posture had shifted as well. It almost seemed to have grown. A slouch had straightened, a low head had lifted from the floor to the height of the heavens as a thrum of conviction seemed to fill him. Sure, it was only a Church matter, and it wasn't "Save the World" level, but it was enough to affect more than just maintenance of the Cathedral. It was taking from the mouths and other needs of so many that it had served. It served them, as well, and so it was also on a personal level.

"If they kept stealing, and started stealing more, our friends at the Orphanage might not be able to eat as much - or it could be closed down. We have to do something, and if not for the Father and the Lord, then obviously for our own. Let's start at the coffers and work our way outward."

Deathkitten


Alexandria Norman
AKA: Machina
Location: Redacted

"Dr. Norman," the cool, smooth voice of Namina chimed. "Xiard has recovered consciousness."

Ah, fuck. A sigh left Alexandria's lips as she put her bottle of booze down, then tried to collect herself. Fucker woke up quick, didn't he? First he had to listen to all those idiots at the park, and now she had to think about the possibility of a rematch all too soon. Even with the hood of her pajamas covering her head, thin digits raised to slip through silken locks of blonde to calm herself. Now painted nails scratched at the back of her head-

"Dr. Norman?" Namina chimed again, breaking her attempt to even slip into a moment to think. "It would be pertinent to attend to the matter at hand."

"Alright, alright, I get it," Alexandria found herself grumbling. Instead of a gentle, graceful step through the kitchen as a queen is wont to do through her castle, until she reached her Subject, her movement was moreso a mess of a shuffle. She barely even gave the effort to lift her feet from the floor, which allowed the soles of her house slippers to skiff and skid, the sound less like sandpaper scritching across a rough surface, but rather soft rubber as it slid across linoleum or even glass, given how polished she kept her floors.... At least, any of the rooms but her bedroom, and especially clean in her workshop. Honestly, she should just move her bed into there, since the damn place kept clean, but for now, she had to put it out of mind. It was only before she had reached two doors down from his own that Alexandria made her adjustments. Outside of the room's door in which Xiard occupied sat a wheeled stand, the contents being nothing more than headache medication, a pitcher of water, and a glass.

There was also the 9mm with stun rounds chambered hidden in her pajamas, but that wasn't on the stand and no one asked.

With a much more graceful motion, Alexandria eased the door to Xiard's recovery room open before pulling the stand behind her. She was silent as her fingers slipped around the pitcher and glass, pouring the contents into the glass which seemed to settle more than slosh, but it was moreso due to the tilt of the glass than anything else. She was pouring it as if she poured a beer into a frosted glass, but then again, Xiard didn't know anything about it, so she didn't feel as if she had to worry. Afterward was the headache medicine, and a release button for his left hand before she approached him.

"Take this," she started, holding out the small dosage cup with the two pills. "Nothing to worry about - just to help with any aches. Drink it down with water once you have it in your mouth so it'll dissolve quicker and work faster."

Alexandria was.... A spectacle. The fur of the pajamas she wore was, in fact, quite visibly fake, but nature just couldn't get as comfy as what they could produce nowadays, even if it was only partially cotton. It was a fleece - sue her. She'd enjoy her fleece in Prison or Hell, and no one was going to stop her. Azure jewels were more relaxed as she looked down at Xiard and gave him a small smile which pulled her flesh-pink lips by the corners.

"Pinky promise it's not poison, though I guess a villain would say the same, huh? Guess I can't say much since I've been on that side of the coin, but if it works, you risked nothing, and I doubt I could develop a poison strong enough to kill or even disable you."

Cam E. Leon



Fay D. Fluorite
AKA: Celesteon
Location: Aphera House

Jupiter and Caesar sure were quick to leave - quicker than the Keatons that even had portals at their disposal, and he did not like the feeling of the portal. It wasn't anything too nauseating, but it was enough. The sensation that he had acquired due to it was a mix of snakes churning within the confines of his intestines mixed with the sudden feeling of a giant rattling him as if fit to break him to pieces - without the ungodly pain, of course. No, it was simply the feeling of the motion, but it had passed as quick as the wormhole between locations had been created and dispersed. Whatever kind of magick Henry used, he was hoping he wouldn't have to tangle with it in the future. He even found himself ruffling his own hair in frustration at the thought when it already brought the sensations from before to the forefront. He wasn't a Council Mage for nothing, darnit! Sucking it up was what Council Mages did best when things were FUBAR, and if it wasn't that which they excelled at, it was also being incredibly irritating to have to deal with. "Novice" or not, if pushed to, he wouldn't have any choice to give even Merlin of Yore himself a run for his money or die trying, so Henry shouldn't be any different.

Though the thought was no offense to the Hero. The man was well-known for a darn good reason, and more than earned his right to be respected and feared, but literally nothing but survival meant anything when it was a duel. All of it goes out the window, and no one will care about your accomplishments in the heat of it all.

That said, Fay didn't feel too much more steeled against the thought, but it'd have to do. He'd use Jewel's advice as a viable distraction, though what he found wasn't exactly something that pleased him, though it did in fact give him an avenue to vent. Someone had broken into a library that was due for remodeling or maintenance, and why exactly he wasn't sure, but one thing obvious was: Someone was breaking into a library, and that was Heresy of the second highest order. Knowledge was free, so one should use the proper channels to gain that information. Hoarding it from the astute or scholarly was a sin, darnit, and it almost made him irritated enough to cuss.

"We're going now," he started, moving towards the door. Before he would do so, however, he was sure to give respects to the House that had given him invitation. Fay had turned as if on a dime to face the Aphera head and give him a bow with his hand to his chest and staff firmly planted. "Thank you, Ser Aphera, for hosting me. I shall take my leave. If you find any reason to call for my services, please consider it a favor to repay you."

Once they were clear of the door, and Fay had a moment to really gather himself, he would start again, moving quickly towards the front gate.

"Someone's trying to rob a Library," he started once more, looking behind him. "Either they're incredibly rude and doing it as a 'proving' of sorts, or the Library had something that was incredibly important that shouldn't be in just anyone's hands. We should go before they can escape and make it more difficult for us to track them."

Fay was back in the mentality of business - maybe it wasn't the most threatening issue at hand compared to the "Teleporting Torturer," but it was important to him and maybe whatever was supposed to be kept a secret. It could've either been some dusty ledger, or something of great importance - maybe maps of complex building infrastructures that they were planning to rob which gave floor plans and hinted at what to avoid... Or maybe it was worse? Maybe it was something that could warrant a Code Red? Maybe it was a tome that the Library had which they had forgotten about or relied too heavily on their security to protect? If it was something to warrant a Code Red, then it was obvious that it would be safer to intervene before they had their hands on it so it didn't escalate.

As he pushed through the gate to exit the property, his stride seemed to lengthen by the slightest iota. It was more brisk and confident, with his shoulders square and strong enough to hold the weight of the world - or at least the weight of his sins, but it was still debatable which was heavier, given the affliction of Mages and the matter and manner of their Souls. What was once deep pools of gentle hue became steely jewels that rested upon his cheekbones. Fay was ready to take on whatever it was that threw itself at him, burglar or Balrog, and with how he carried himself, even a Mage of a higher order had to admit he might be able to pull off the latter.

He was the Little Mage that Can, after all.

Deathkitten

 

[Deathkitten]

Ryuleianna​

Ryu grimaced a little. He was clearly depressed... but it wasn't like she could help a demon get stronger. That would go beyond just sitting in their shop... no... it would be full-on rebellion from the laws of Heaven. She sighed inwardly and finished off her coffee as he dealt with the next customer. Her fingers fiddled with the edges of the cup. No... she couldn't help... but maybe she could call Seiva? Seiva was one of the few demons Heaven came in contact with more often. There were others, but Seiva was one she'd almost call a friend. As long as they were not in a direct battle with one another, she could trust the woman's actions. She'd have to contact her and tell her about this Shard individual. Perhaps she could assist him in getting stronger... or at least point him towards some therapy.

She stood, and as she did so, brilliant white wings sprung from her back once more. They spread as wide as they could in the shop before tucking neatly behind her back, "I bid you both adieu. As much as I cannot help you in most situations given our... shall I say, differences... I cannot in my good nature allow someone to be in such pain. If you need me, call me. If there is goodness in your request and you think my name in your heart, I, Ryuleianna, may well answer. Though, know that I am busy as well." She bowed slightly and turned and left the shop with a massive sigh as the door closed behind her.

Wings spread at the slightest hint of a breeze, and she was off. She didn't want to go back to Heaven yet though. Uriel and Michael would be annoying. No... perhaps there was something she could do here? They always had superheroes off doing things... but how was she to know what was happening? Perhaps a place of worship? She debated as she flew higher, just below the clouds where her tiny shape could be seen for miles. Just another flying super, to most, but she could see the city well from up here. A church of some sort would be a decent start... or perhaps she could skip that and go straight to a police station and inquire? Oh... but they had some laws... that sounded troublesome. Hmm...

Aelia Aeldyne Cam E. Leon

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Sherm
LA Bank
​

Sherm rolled his eyes not bothering with fear from the girl that clothesline. "trust me. a hero is the last thing I want to be" he calmly commented as he was sweating bullets." Ya know. even if you destroy the vault door. that would be counter productive to you. with the strength you confidant in. more then likely all the money in valuables within the vault will be heavily damaged by whatever you do. so if you actually want whats inside i would recommend against blowing the door down. Then again Mr. security cameras. i am currently being held against my will. and any actions are to protect my own life." Sherm said aloud looking at one of the cameras. He dint know how long he could keep this act up. Sure he looked calm but that was because he had so many chances to practice his poker face dealing with Panzer. " To any people watching. I claim Duress defense right now." he said before taking out his personal PDA and a flat-blade screwdriver. popping open the panel to the digital lock plugging his PDA into it and beginning to type into the PDA. "please give me a few moments before you decide if i should live or die." Sherm said having put his goggles down typing faster then the average person could see
Daniel Reaving

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Scile
Downtown
​

Scile was busy reading the map as 10 people ran past her. until she heard the crash and shoved the map into her pocket turning and looking to see what to her at least. was a helpless girl being teamed up on by 9 guys. gripping her Staff tightly she walked over to them standing behind right behind. "hey girlie. Mind if i make the fight even?" Scile asked before with three of her arms punching 5 of them from behind. and slamming her staff into the remaining 3 launching the further into the alley. "If your gonna fight someone 9 on 1 Fight me. SCILE THE DEMON OF JUSTICE!" Scile yelled proudly her golden arms glowing as she showed a big carefree smile. Sure she didn't know the full story. But anyone teaming up 9 on 1 was dishonorable. And scile hated dishonorable warriors almost as much as criminals. Besides. she was feeling antsy from having trouble with the map and this seemed the perfect chance to cool off.

Daniel Reaving

 

[Osuka]

Caesar Aphera
AKA: Lord Caesar
Location: Aphera Garage --> Bank

Even after being dead for ten years, if you didn't bet he didn't still have it and more, you should've known you'd lose a fortune. Caesar was quick to tap the top of his car the moment he could even just barely reach it, and his car did still look like the beauty it used to be. Oscar had taken damn good care of his baby, and the man deserved a king's ransom just for that. It meant that his brother would've had to do maintenance and drive it, though, and it made his visage of indomitable confidence waver. Hand still on his car, a breath escaping his nostrils, he couldn't help but frown as he thought of just what it had to mean to his brother for him to have died and left so much to bear on his own shoulders. Aphera were tough, and he'll never tell you otherwise even if one were to have crippled him - and he'd even bet that any Aphera with a broken back would've been out of their wheelchair in a week due to their sheer determination and hard-headed bullshit, but they were still a Family. They had each other on all accounts, but Caesar being dead meant he - naturally - couldn't be there for Oscar and the rest or even apologize.

Ah, he wasn't good at that shit anyway. He never was, and probably never would be. It'd be more like himself to get a few beers with his brother and bullshit rather than sit down and have a heart-to-heart. Onto the stuff he can handle, though - like driving, kicking ass, and escorting the best lady friend he had in the galaxy. With a thumbing of his nose and a quick, stylish entrance into his vehicle, his foot was on the gas the moment Alida was buckled in, and they were screeching out of the parking garage like bats out of hell.

"I figure if we wanna keep it simple, we'll go kick some ass at the bank," he started, drifting a turn as the lights on his vehicle flashed - a sure sign that anyone in their way better move if they knew what was good for them. "Make a few arrests, make it look good, and get an easy win in so that the people can remember who we are and what we can do. If you need to get the rest of your Contracts settled before we go in, we'll probably have to do it guns blazing, so do it quick - and uh....

"You know I hate it," he continued, giving her a quick sideways glance before returning his attention to the blur that they called a road. "But if you need help, I don't mind lending you some extra persuasion or whatever to sweeten the deal for whoever you're callin' on."

Deathkitten Cam E. Leon

(Sorry for the quick-and-small post - wanted to at least get it out before hitting the hay.)

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Kali
​

Kali patiently stood in her armor as souflare approached. " Miss Soulflare. i do request you call me Kali. we are on duty right now. And to answer your question. Yes. I do believe criminals must get what they deserve. But for me, I believe they deserve Death." she said as drew one of her swords and pulled off her back a net launcher. "Tristan industries non-lethal net launcher. coated in a sedative that is administered through skin. I thought it may be helpful but unfortunately They don't make electrocuting versions. " she said idly spinning her sword. "so. any picture of the teleporter?" she asked. "and do be easy on the rookie. She is our ranged support so id like her to have a nice first mission."

ManofManyRoles Deathkitten

 

[Deathkitten]

Father Anderson - The Cathedral​

"The Pope decreed a long time ago that those not of the faith may use the church's facilities to their fullest, if during a time of crisis when one's life was at risk. That said, I will hardly force you. Simply pray for forgiveness and you will be suitably cleansed for me to work with you," Anderson said with a small, apologetic smile, "Alas my abilities work best when one's soul is cleansed. Thus is the blessing of the angels, I suppose."

He left the man to it, walking over to his office to retrieve the tithing container. He unlocked the door, gathered the box, then walked back out and handed it over to Xasura, "Here, son. Be careful with it. I fear it is a child, perhaps one of the visitors of the church, that is getting bolder at the idea of a little extra pocket money. They do not steal it all, only bits at a time. With that in mind, after you are satisfied, I'd like you to deliver this money to the food bank please."

Once Shade seemed to be done, Father Anderson returned to him with a smile, "Right. Now please be precise. What is it you'd like to know? Often I can answer up to seven questions. Beyond that, it becomes quite taxing." As he spoke, he stripped himself of his robes and set them to the side neatly on an empty pew. Underneath them, he was wearing a simple white tank top. Now that his skin was visible, it was clear he has fit, and across the muscles of his arms were intricate symbols that looked like they were seared into his flesh with glowing light. Now that they were free from cloth, they lit up with a dim variety of hues. Across his chest and back, what one could see from the tanktop, there were markings there as well.

He stretched his arms out in front of himself, fingers laced together, "Please, sit. Ask each question again, one at a time, and I shall answer them best I can, one at a time."

Osuka ManofManyRoles

 

[Aelia Aeldyne]

Zaphkiel - Beverly Hilton suite​

The sensation of fall was exhilarating. The blood rushing in her ears, the wind humming in her wings and the thrill of impending doom… It was great. Mortality was a cast-aside concern at this point – the rush of adrenalin was putting a grin on her face, while sadness – both from not minding the fall and for being denied the impact – drew tears from her in the fashion of a woeful killer. Droplets of sorrow and anger all the same, spilt without meaning nor blatancy – filled to the brim with corrupted intent and twisted considerations. Those sobs meant nothing to her, even though she could feel them flowing from the edge of her eyes and jolting up to the heavens as she fell, leaving behind her a twisting spire of tears. She wasn’t allowed to let herself die, in the end. Enzo was in danger – again – and she had to rush in to protect him; hopefully he wouldn’t be in too big of a mess, otherwise she might have to resort to some dire extremities.

Now, throwing regrets aside, the question of how to handle the reception was asked. In an instant, it was answered. There rang a boom of thunder in the cloudless sky, and magic crackled in the air. Zaphkiel reached out with her hand, and a miracle happened. As she bent her body over to land feet first, a twisting rope of light emerged from the ground, called forth by her magic – and she landed on it. There was no more sound, besides the clear and inaudible ringing of angelic feet against solid light. The rope bent like a coil spring, transferring all the energy of the fall into energy for a new a-rising ~

And seven transient pairs of wings soared in the pristine skies, rising from a blast of light dissipating in the morning dew; bound to them was a bellowing archangel clad in armor of heavenly silver and wielding a spear whose golden tip was beating like the rageful heart of a fallen warrior awaiting its avenging, its reckoning brought forth by the one bearing what was essentially an entrusted will from comrade to comrade – a seraph blade. And her cries were of fury doubly – first for the so much sought liberating death that she had been denied and second for the mere thought that someone believed themselves able to trespass on her duties and rid the world of the living of the one she was tasked to protect.

The roaring archangel blasted through the morning air, arcing over the Beverly Hilton, appearing in front of the crowd assembled in the now-marred lounge all wings open like seven crowns of crimson pride that flared up behind her, giving birth to a scarlet eclipse of celestial light – and Zaphkiel’s war cry echoed through the hall, amplified by all the power of her magic – there were not many who could withstand such a sound and among those there were few who would even be able to discern the word – Ariel, that is. Ariel – God; in other words, the archangel did not embarrass herself with subtlety, choosing instead to call directly upon the name of the Lord to help her in her duties.

In the hall in which now resided a stunned silence against which the echoes of her scream were fighting, she noticed that Enzo had been pushed back by her entrance – he was a sinner after all – so she positioned herself in front of her with a quick motion that one might mistake for teleportation – while it was merely another act of magic. Lowering her spear into a defensive stance, she swept through the air, dispersing the last echoes of her call to the Lord. Another word escaped her lips, a warning and an order, that beckoned only obedience.

“Begone.”

And she stood there, wings aflutter and spear in hand, dyed by the vermillion luminescence of her death-seeking anger, her impassive face a challenge to whomever was foolish enough to deem themselves able to face a wrathful archangel.


Deathkitten Kyrenka Trashler

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Soulflare
Empty eye sockets regarded the woman in silence, the only noise escaping her the sound of fire crackling. "Right...seems I misinterpreted your names on the file. We're in agreement that a well-deserved punishment is the offender's death, but I'll be the one doing it. She'll understand every ounce of suffering she's inflicted on everyone she's ever wronged until she dies. No pictures on hand, however, I can describe her..." What followed was an extensive description of the woman they were after, every possibly detail she could list rattled off. Hearing her comment about going easy on the rookie her head turned to stare at Muse, flaming skull studying her. "I see. I'll take care that she doesn't get tossed into harms way if I can help it. You're both either free to attempt to track the woman at large or help me search through buildings for whichever she had been using. The choice is yours." Turning on a heel she started towards the building that Shield had taken a moment to inspect. "Good a place as any to start." Approaching the door she took notice of an old rusted lock which caused her to pause. A further scan revealed that the building looked otherwise untouched...she had been bringing quite a few unfortunate souls to her slaughterhouse, it was unlikely anything would look undisturbed. But on the other hand, she was a teleporter...there was no reason she had to use doors if she could help it. May as well start with the closest building and work her way through then? Grabbing the rusted lock in hand she yanked her hand back, the lock snapping and coming off into her hand.

Head-turning to look at Shield she gave him a nod. "Remember what I said. Stay here." Heading into the possibly abandoned building she scanned the surroundings, slowly walking inside. Didn't look like she picked a winner this time...some graffiti on the walls, a homeless man who looked like fucking a hedge wizard was passed out in the corner, and over off to the side farther down as evidence of druggies if the discarded needles were any indication. No luck this time...and she still had so many warehouses to check. She didn't have this sort of time to waste. Heavenly Father, give me a sign here. It doesn't have to be vegas neon and a giant arrow, I'll take sharpie on cardboard.
Cam E. Leon Deathkitten

 

[Kyrenka]

~Dr. Anne Beaufort and Aia~
Store​

She fumbled for a second while unbuckling herself, but that one second was all Aia needed to situate herself right outside of Anne's window like some sort of stalker and give her mother a small heart attack. "Oh geez!" The doctor put her hand over her heart before letting out a few breathy giggles. "You're shaving years off of my life babycakes." Aia kept staring at her, clearly eager, which only made the dark-haired woman laugh more. "Alright, alright! I'm coming." Getting out of the van, she locked it before holding out her hand with a grin for the alien to take. "Ready?" Together, they made it into the store with little fanfare as no one around them gave the duo a second glance. Nice. She always got nervous when going in public with Aia; she didn't want a particularly observant pair of eyes to notice the girl's too sharp teeth or her too pale complexion. Even the backpack sometimes didn't hide Aia's tail completely if it was too loose. Checking said backpack, the doctor was satisfied that it was snug enough. "Stay close," Anne said. It was something she told the alien every time they went out; she didn't know if Aia would wander off if it wasn't said, so she always made sure to remind the girl to stay nearby. Giving the signs above the aisles a short glance, Anne strode through the aisles with purpose until the shelves around them displayed toys and games. Hm, I guess if she wants something other than a stuffed animal she could get that instead. She really didn't even know if Aia would go for a stuffed toy after all. She might want something that lit up and made noise instead, or a bubble-maker. Eyeing the rows and rows of children's toys, the doctor felt a little...old. I don't even recognize half of these things. Times had apparently changed. Regaining her focus, Anne beamed down at Aia, "Alright! Like I said, you've been such a good girl and been doing so well that you need a treat." Gesturing towards the aisles full of colorful items, she declared, "Pick one thing and we'll buy it!" Letting Aia loose upon the aisles didn't concern her too much as long as the girl remained in sight; going apeshit in the toy aisle while your mom followed you around was a damn rite of passage in Anne's book.

((Interacting with Daniel Reaving 's Aia))

 

[Kyrenka]

~Kaden Caruso ~
Responding to Beverly Hilton​

He wasn't really sure what had just melted in the monster's hands. He was sure that it just threw a fucking juice box at him. Kaden stared at it, dumbfounded for a moment. The fuck? His gaze snapped back to the monster as it lifted a nearby dumpster with ease and tossed it at him. Lunging out of the way, the brunet landed, ready for another attack, only to be met by his opponent completely distracted. Oh he's one of those. All brawn and no brain. They're really fun to fuck with. When she got no response, Mashu 'nudged' Kaden's mind. Fuck with him. A look of disgust flashed over his face, but he quickly schooled his expression. His opponent obviously wasn't all there. Did he throw that guy through the wall randomly, or is there someone else pulling the strings? It seemed too sudden how quickly the hulking beast appeared and then left the scene; something more had to be going on. Maybe something that would finally give him a new lead. His flames extinguished as he adopted a more neutral stance. Ignoring Mashu's increasingly vulgar demands of what he should do to his opponent, Kaden raised his hands up in a surrender position. "I'm sorry," his tone was a little off, he had never been the best actor, but he kept going, "I'll get you a new car. How-"

His next sentence was interrupted as Mashu suddenly and forcefully began slamming herself against the walls he had put up around his mind. Get out! RUN! Stumbling back a bit, Kaden hunched over as he gritted his teeth. No, you get out! He mentally shoved against her, but she came back like some sort of rabid animal. Something rang through the air, a noise he had never heard before, and it sent Mashu further into her frenzy. Kaden was starting to feel the first trickles of fear sink into his stomach. He had never seen her like this before; she was using all of her strength which meant she'd be weaker later and she never spent her strength carelessly like this. Something that scared a demon was here. The demon let out a piercing scream as even Kaden felt something dangerous approach. But just like that, it flew past him at an impossible speed and into the hotel. Wide-eyed, he glanced between the monster in front of him and the hotel to his side. Should he- NO! Stay away from that! He was curious, but for once he listened to the demon in his head. Straightening up like as if he had never been in pain in the first place, Kaden addressed the monster again, "How about you come with me and I'll get you a new car?" Mashu hissed at him to just leave. He didn't want to though; not without prying some sort of scrap of information from this thing. Maybe it'd lead nowhere, but he had to at least try.

((Interacting with Trashler 's Tomb | Mentioned Aelia Aeldyne 's Zaphkiel |Nearby Deathkitten 's Teslie Coila and Kyrenka 's Enzo))

 

[Kyrenka]

~Enzo~
Beverly Hilton ​

Finally. There she was; his guardian angel with her wings outstretched, spear at the ready, and fucking late as always. He'd have to deal with her later; he knew better than to yell at his protector in front of everyone. They'd see them as weak and that's the last thing they needed right now. Finding his spine again, Enzo straightened up with confidence as he stood safely behind his angel. As far as he was concerned, nothing could touch him now. Staring down at the Teslie Coila, she became just a girl in his eyes. What was a human, no matter how insane or powerful, to a fucking celestial? Nothing, she can't touch me. "Here's the deal kid," waving his newly acquired gun around, Enzo said, "I'm keeping this and leaving. You can get some other sucker to help you. Unless..." Grinning wide, he jabbed a thumb towards Zaphkiel and the obviously other-worldy presence she exuded, "You want to piss her off?" There was no way Zaphkiel would let him get hurt, especially by someone as dark and twisted as Teslie surely was. The question now was, would Teslie do anything? She seemed crazy enough to try but smart enough to pick her battles. He hoped it was the latter. The police had to be on their way or worse, a hero. He needed to escape; this had gotten way too messy. He didn't even have time to wipe everyone's memories and at this point a disguise didn't matter since he had been seen by too many people. What a fucking hassle. They would have to find somewhere new to stay too, which pissed him off more since he really liked this hotel.

((Interacting with Aelia Aeldyne 's Zaphkiel and Deathkitten 's Teslie Coila | Nearby Trashler 's Tomb and Kyrenka 's Kaden/Mashu))

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Havoc
Location: Bank
Interaction: Cam E. Leon

Havoc watched him with cautiously as he worked on the door before she realized what he was doing It made her smirk mischievously as she walked up behind him. wrapping her arms around his chest and resting her chin over his right shoulder to watch him work. She couldnt help but smile more and kiss at his neck once or twice. "mmm Keep working like that and you'll definitely live." she purred to him before she let go. taking a step back she put a flat palm in the center of his back. Unable help but giggle psychotically. "Im hurt darling.You really think im that dumb? Im insane but im not stupid." She said before leaning in and kissing his cheek. "Cameras have been disabled honey." She cooed into his ear before stepping back again with a devilish smile, Keeping her hand firmly on his back. "Now open my vault." ​

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Sirius
Location: Alley way
Interaction: Cam E. Leon

Sirius hadn't been expecting help. but when a big red skinned woman showed up she happily accepted it. watching the woman toss them around gave her a smile as they regrouped farther in the alley. she sighed in relief as the kinetics powers stopped squishing her to the dumpster. "Thanks." She said to her with a sigh of relief. Reaching up she gently touched her nose where blood was coming out. looking at the blood on her glove before flicking it. "Fuckers." she said as her right glove clicked, the fingers folding back into itself and down her hand locking around the wrist. Immediately the area heated up tremendously as the immense heat flooded off her hand along with the light. Slowly she got up and looked down the alleyway at the men who where now clearly terrified of the sight. Though what came next they never expected. They saw her as a hero, hero's weren't supposed to kill, but as the wave of super heated magma rushed towards them from her hand they panicked, then melted. Sirius sighed in relief as she engulfed the crooks in magma and flame. "Thank's again miss." She said without second thought like she hadn't just killed 9 guys​

 

[Trashler]

Tomb forwarded his eyes towards the man, and a sudden smile appeared on Tomb's face. His smile faded when he noticed the man's internal struggles, and realized that they might share a problem in common. He walked towards the puddle that was his matchbox car and picked up his lunchbox off the ground. The lunchbox had a few indents from falling out of the dumpster, but otherwise, it was still usable. He then trodded back towards the man, stowing the lunchbox on his back. Tomb crouched down to the man's level and spoke with a somber voice.

"You have a brain voice too, Fire-man, this makes us friends. I Tomb, but sometimes people call Tom for short. I go with you, but do not hurt with flame again, Fire-man, or else you and your brain voice will be punched. A lot."

Tomb straightened himself up and reached for his lunchbox on his back. He opened the metal container and grabbed his Kit-Kat, which had survived all the calamity surprisingly. Tomb stowed the lunch back on his back and peeled open his chocolate bar. He broke the chocolate bar in half and passed the end piece towards the fire-man, before devouring his part of the chocolate bar. He pressed a button on his collar, and his mask suddenly began to form over his head. Soon a reflective-like dome surrounded Tomb's head, blocking all vision of his deformed face. Tomb generally didn't have to worry about getting permission from his employer to do things, as his employer seemed to have eyes everywhere. If his employer didn't want Tomb to wander off with the fire-man, he would've spoken up about it by now. The information his master had on his opponents often impressed Tomb, as his owner would point out weaknesses and fighting styles for Tomb.

Tomb hadn't noticed the lack of advice from his employer for the fire-man, which was very out of character for his employer. Tomb suddenly realized that he had forgotten to do something. He brushed past the man and walked towards the dumpster he had thrown. He once again lifted the dumpster with ease and carried it with him back towards the man. He placed the damaged and dented dumpster back in its original spot and dusted off his hands. "Me not want litter. We go now, Fire-man. I made list of things to get in my brain, give headache if think about it too long, must hurry.", Tomb spoke, waiting on the man.

[Interacting with: Kyrenka Near these Nerds: Aelia Aeldyne , Deathkitten ]

 

[Kyrenka]

~Kaden Caruso ~
Responding to Beverly Hilton​

The urge to back up in response to Tomb's approach was strong, especially with the demon in his head giving him a constant stream of 'danger' and 'run', but somehow Kaden managed to keep his legs rooted in place and a blank expression on his face. He was glad that he did, because somehow he had earned the thing's, Tomb's, friendship. That's great, have fun making friends with the- He blocked Mashu out. It was easy at this point. Nodding in agreement to Tomb's condition, he mentally tucked the 'brain voice' comment away. His first thought was that Tomb was possessed too, but that didn't make sense. He displayed none of the abilities or cunning that a demon should have. That means that he has someone talking to him. A earpiece maybe? Whatever it was, he was right; there was somebody else acting as a mastermind.

Blinking down at the offered piece of chocolate, Kaden hesitantly accepted it. "Uh, thanks." The brunet suddenly felt a pang of pity. He's innocent. Yes, Tomb had just murdered a man, but he was being puppeteered. Usually he had no sympathy for puppets, but this guy clearly wasn't functioning at full capacity. He was being manipulated. Taking a somewhat harsh bite out of the chocolate he was offered, Kaden simmered as he redirected his rage towards Tomb's faceless master. Scumbag. Watching Tomb replace the dumpster as he finished off the rest of the chocolate, he wiped his hands on his pants as he moved to follow the villain.

((Interacting with Trashler 's Tomb | Nearby Deathkitten 's Teslie Coila and Aelia Aeldyne 's Zaphkiel))

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Shade

He gave a slow nod, the inky black mess of where his head should be leaving a wisp of black behind it as it moves back and forth, almost looking like the tail of a tadpole before it came to rest, coalescing with the rest of the mess. "Thank you, Father. I deeply appreciate your aid, and I do not request it idly. I would not seek you out otherwise." Heading to a pew he took a seat in it, hands folding in front of him as he bowed the black blob that was functioning as his head. His 'eyes' closed shut, a soft sigh escaping him as his mind raced before slowing enough to focus. Father in Heaven...It's Alexander again. I know I am a monster by the standards of many...I know I do not forgive as I should. But I seek your aid through your priest in a time that I cannot sit by. My beautiful wife's soul is no longer at rest, and she spoke with fear and terror of the one who ensnared her. I fear that my daughter may as well be at risk. Please God, if you will not help me for my sake, do it for there's. They were good people, they did not deserve to die so soon nor the way they did. Cleanse my soul enough so that Anderson may help me. Even if it means the end of my own life, let me bring them the peace that has been stolen from them. I have tormented myself every day, for over a century, over letting them suffer like they had, letting them die. God, please...help me now, when they may need it most.

A shaky breath escaped him, the black wad that made up his head fluctuating like a flickering ember before it solidified once again, 'eyes' opening to stare ahead of him. There...he had prayed. He prayed harder than he ever had, he could only hope it was enough...No it HAD to be enough. There wasn't an alternative...he had to do this. Looking towards Anderson as he approached to reach him he studied him in silence, listening to his words. "Understood...the questions will be as precise as possible, and I will ask no more than seven." Looking at this man's body filled Shade with more questions, but those would not be asked. Taking a deep breath he exhaled again, the shake leaving him. "What are the directions I should take, to reach the spirit I seek?... Who is the one currently in control of this spirit?... How can I find the one currently controlling this spirit?... Is there another spirit bound to this person, a young girl?" A hand clutched his knee at the thought of not only his wife but his daughter suffering more than she had already as well. Between each question was a pause for either an answer or acknowledgement, careful to do this slowly. "Are these spirits in pain, or has pain been inflicted upon them?... How can I rescue these souls?" A seventh question danced at the tip of his tongue, something he was almost afraid not to ask. But...Anderson was said to be a man who could get true divine word. If there was any chance he could...this is the man who deserved the question. His voice nearly broke, soft and tender as if scared to hear the answer. "How do I bring these souls back to me?"
Deathkitten

 

[Aelia Aeldyne]

Slimewyrm // Corvo - Queen Mary / Los Angeles airspace / Los Angeles cathedral​

The puppet in the likeness of Corvo rushed down the stairs, searching for the source of the ear-splitting scream that was resonating throughout the ship. It was a noise unlike any other or any they knew, and it was unbearable to either of them. And then it stopped, as abruptly as it has begun. They stopped dead in their tracks, in the middle of a row of stairs, and Corvo's voice echoed through the now-calm atmosphere.

"The fuck was that ?"

Athra's response was curt, and the dragon wasn't more enlightened than his servant.

"I am left just as puzzled as you are. What kind of creature... ?"

They shook their head.

"Anyway. Let's keep searching."

And as they kept walking through the ship, going down the floors, they finally arrived in front of an open door. It was on the most bottom floor of the vessel, and it looked like it was a quite grandiose room. After peeking inside, they understood that it was the concert hall of the Queen Mary - though it was devoid of any sign of life. It did seem like some pieces of furniture in the room had been moved around recently, but there was nothing that would corroborate the presence of any strange creature. Except, maybe, one thing...

"Feel that ? It smells..."

The puppet's eyes shone brightly in the dark, two small dots of ugly crimson light, scouring the room like a deathly torch.

"It smells of spirits, yes. A necromancer on the ship ? No... I would have felt it. In the city ? Most likely."

"Ae. Though it's not like you'd be able to find them either. Even with a big hole in the middle, the city is still huge."

"Do you doubt my power, Corvo ? Even after I demonstrated it to you ?"

"Always."

"Tss. Anyway. Let us leave. This place smells of tortured spirits and reeks of anger. Someone has been toying with souls. I will not let that stand."

And the puppet deployed its wings and prepared itself to take off.

"Oi. What you think you doing, you crazy asshole ? We're at the bottom of that ship !"

"Witness, miscreant."

The puppet's wings turned black, the energy of darkness seeping through like sickened blood. A strange sensation grew in the atmosphere of the Queen Mary; thick and tense, like the high-pitch note of a score, keeping the pressure high, waiting for the scene to unfold. Strands of magic surrounded the puppet, creeping through the air as they remade the body into a mass of blitzing shadow particles. And the puppet took off. It would have been a wild ride, if it was not for today's passengers. Shadeshifting through magic was something Athra was familiar with, while Corvo - due to being dead - would not feel a thing throughout the entire event. If there had been anyone to witness, they would have seen the shadows in the ship writhing and bending as something went through them at unbelievable velocity - but there was no one, and the shadows twitched in silence.

Instants later, on the bridge of the Queen Mary, a mass of darkness jolted out and - with the sunlight - turned back to its original state. The puppet's wings flapped in the wind, heading towards the city.

"Do not doubt me, Corvo."

"Tss. Show-off."

The puppet darted through the sky, reaching the outskirts of the city in a few minutes' time. Hovering over the buildings a couple hundred paces below, its wings slowly moving as to keep it up in the sky, Athra and Corvo mused on the situation.

"What now, O Grand Dragon of Stupid Darkness ?"

"What now indeed, you would like to know... Well. I heard a saying. "Wait and see." We will wait and we will see."

"Eh ?"

And the puppet's body thrummed with energy as Athra released a very faint wave of magic towards the buildings and the streets below. Nothing would happen, really... But those whose magic was deathly in nature would feel a strong enough sensation for him to perceive the reaction of their spirits.

Descending smoothly, the puppet landed on the roof of Los Angeles' cathedral, sitting cross-legged as it turned its eyes to the streets around.

"I find this place to have a distinct and disappointing lack of gargoyles. Let us play pretend for the time being."

ManofManyRoles Osuka Deathkitten

 

[Trashler]

Tomb trodded outside of the alleyway, accompanied by the Fire-man. Every step he took left a clear indent in the concrete walkway below, but Tomb wasn't particularly paying attention to the damage he was causing and continued on his merry way. He seemed to know exactly where he was heading, which was out of character for Tomb, to say the least. Tomb usually needed the city map, and even then, he tended to be aloof in the streets. He cut his way through alleys and walked the streets with the Fire-man. Pedestrians, seeing the oncoming brute walking along the sidewalk, would quickly cross to the other side of the street, or even run in the opposite direction entirely. Tomb never quite understood why they did this, even when they had seen him before.

"I have nice home, Fire-man, and it close to here. Walk here everyday, see same people walk too. Never want talk to me, but yet you talk to me, Fire-man. Make no sense.", Tomb spoke in a saddened tone, turning the corner. Tomb was happy that the Fire-man had talked to him, mainly because he hadn't had any social interaction in a while. He usually didn't notice the other people walking the street, but somehow with the man, he was aware of his surroundings. Tomb's sadness would not remain long, as he turned a final corner, and realized what street he was on. HIs posture suddenly sprung with happiness, and he trodded as quickly as he could, making his way towards a store.

Outside of the store was a man adorning a bright colorful outfit, watering his petunias. Suddenly, a stampede of noise intruded his ears, as he quickly turned his head in the direction of the sound. Originally, he had thought it was a bulldozer or some sort of construction crew, but a sudden gaze of horror appeared on his face when he looked. The man quickly bolted inside his shop, switching the 'open' sign, to 'close'. Tomb knelt down to the store's window, gazing at something on display. It was a red children's wagon, adorned in a red metallic coat, and supported by four large rubber tires. The owner appeared terrified, but suddenly noticed a man tagging along with the creature. He slammed himself into the glass door of his shop and pleaded with the man for help.

"SIR, SIR! Please, you have to help me! Th-Th-This Freak has been sitting outside of my window every day for the past MONTH. Please, I DON'T WANT TO DIE, HELP. PLEASEEEEEEEEEE!", The man pleaded, pounding on the door.

Tomb had indeed been sitting outside the window for a month, gazing into the shop. Every morning he would stop by the shop, and sit to look at the wagon. He was always too scared to go in, mainly because he hadn't been in a store before. Tomb was always perplexed by the tiny wagon, and he never understood how they could add wheels to something that wasn't a car. Tomb's concept of cars was very misguided, and he always thought of them as living, breathing creatures. Tomb usually carried a lot of equipment with him, and he always imagined carrying everything he owned in that wagon. He was so intrigued by the wagon, that he was practically deaf to the man's pleas for Tomb to leave. He was also currently deaf to the man pleading for help from the Fire-man, distracted by the wagon.

[Interactions, Kyrenka ]