Fantasy The Same Kind of Different as me - IC

[Zena_Kuzuki]

This RP opens in the modern-day city of Hulmar, society is in the throws of political unrest. Society is divided: Humans versus the Supernatural.
The Government seeks to eradicate, and take captive, those who classify under the supernatural community - for reasons only known to the authorities. The supernatural community is breaking beneath the pressure and instability of their livelihoods.
Flashes of TV screens and the buzzing of radio-controlled communications echo the city streets, shops, alleyways and public commute areas as yet another case provides an overused and familiar story for the News - the murder of a politician, Danver Freidsman, by the hand of a middle-aged werewolf, enrolled in the 'Resistance' group. Your characters are placed in the city, at the time of the new murder reports, and must decide where your paths lead following this case, in the face of such opposition.






Have fun, and enjoy 'The Same Kind of Different as Me'! ​

 

[DankBoi333]

"And in other news the murder of Mayor Danver Freidsman is still being investigated, The suspect is a middle-age werewolf supernatural. If you see anyone matching this description please locate your nearest supernatural containment unit."

The news has been talking non-stop about the murders, Politicians, Military Officials, Scientists. Day after day it seems as if another person is murdered and all the same way, A supernatural.

Tensions are high in these trying times, Its only a matter of time till it boils over.

That spark might just occur in a small bar on the outskirts of Hulmar...

 

[DankBoi333]

Dr. Sergey Nikitovich was one of if not the smartest human to have ever lived. His accomplishments have furthered humanity into a age of technological progress that has never been seen before.

Unfortunately he was framed for a murder he did not commit and has only just escaped to the city of Hulmar.

Looking around Sergey finds a small isolated bar on the outskirts of the city.

"That should be a good place to lay low while I plan my next move" He thought

Sergey looks at the charge on the makeshift exosuit

"I only have about one hour of use left on this thing...I hope"

Sergey begins to approach the bar wearing a trench coat to hide his identity

"Hopefully Hulmar has not heard of the assassination yet, If so This might be the end of the road."

 

[Feralstryker]

"Great work these last few days, Mr. Flint. I know that Trevor's latest drop out has forced all of us to carry more weight around here, but your dedication is appreciated. John is coming in to fill your position so you can go home for a few days and get some earned rest. You deserve it."

Such words, normally headed with a great anticipation for personal reflection were barely given more than a small nod of appreciation and a sparing glance at the canine that stood by his side. Hands still deftly bagging the remainder of his uniform and whatever supplies he had chosen to bring on his extended shifts, the executive head of the Hulmar fire department gave him one last pat on the back before leaving the man be to enjoy his starting time off. Happy to be freed of his usual uniform in exchange for a comfy pair of jeans and a simple back T-shirt along with his usual black boots, the young man popped the last of the tension out of his left shoulder before resuming eagerly to his task. The black and brown, brindle akita, who waited idly by sniffed eagerly at the door while bearing her master a small whine of anticipation; clearly just as eager to finally head home. "I know Sasha." Devon reassured with a stroke of her ears, hazel eyes gleaming with earnest as he checked through his bag to ensure all was collected. "Let's head home."

Sensitive ears were soon met with the ever bustling noise of the city as the young man stepped out of the fire department, bag in tow with Sasha right on his heels. The sights, smells, and sounds were always overwhelming to the poor shifters senses; yet he would not be downtrodden by such a burden today. Now was the time to enjoy his period of rest and recovery. Gaze gliding passively over the many townsfolk that passed during his walk, his mind flitted to a scene of similar, lively setting. A village, interwoven within the very forest to which it was founded as home. The common townsfolk replaced by burly Brightwings eagerly bringing in hauls from a good hunt, or supplies pillaged from the mountains that curled distantly around the clearing like a great wall. Thunders of dragons soared the great open skies, taking to the clouds; roaring to the high heavens in farewell to their mates or loved ones before taking off. To most, such a reminder would seem almost unthinkable when compared to the vast technological development that now embodied the place he called his home. Yet to Devon, nothing seemed more similar. The active noise and conversations of the people as they went about their daily lives, the whir of planes overhead, the smells of food emitting from the many buildings that clung to the streets to be noticed...it was all a reminder of what he had once had...and lost.

Shaking his head dismissively, Devon picked up his once leisurely pace, fingers tapping in habit against his thigh as he brought his attention to anything else in the world. His half lidded gaze soon landed on the bright and familiar sign of The Crimson Lounge. The bar was small and subtle, but still lively enough to grant him a good time without overwhelming his senses. Clicking his tongue, the shifter patted Sasha's coat in comfort before making his way to the bar's red double doors. "Just a couple of drinks, girl. Then we'll be on our way."

The smell of alcohol mixed with the enticing smell of various foods entered Devon's nostrils before he even made his way through the door. Sasha's tail wagged happily as she sniffed the air hopefully and made her way to his usual stool at the main bar, curling around it while eyeing the people around him with a calm, yet cautious stare. Sitting down with a sigh, Devon ran a hand through his slightly overgrown locks and waved the nearest bartender over. Sulfur stained nails absent mindedly traced patterns over the wood of the table while he ordered his usual, the Old Fashioned, a hardy blend of bourbon with two dashes of Angostura bitters topped with a sugar cube and orange twist garnish. A beautiful combination of bitter and sweet, just the way he liked it, along with an order of steak to fill his aching stomach. Leaving the bartender to it, Devon once again ran his gaze over the small amount of people that currently embodied the quiet building, sighing softly while reaching to once again rub comforting circles upon Sasha's coat.

Watching...

Waiting...

 

[Sostos]

Late nights and programming, probably one of the best matches of all time, seemed to be absent on this night, the first time in a long time. Thomas was no stranger to staying awake past the dead of the night and through till the first rays of day arrived, and this meant that he felt tetchy, fidgety, and unable to sit still tonight, having nothing else to do. He did something he never thought he'd do - go out and get some fresh air. He slid his laptop into a bag in case of an emergency (everything he'd need to survive was already on it) and headed out.

The buzz of the city, as well as the many artificial light sources provided by phones illuminating faces, the occasional lamppost and the interior lights of the houses led to an overall pleasant mood for Thomas, the hubbub of the streets seemed almost soothing, especially as it wasn't bright. As he walked outside, the first thing Thomas did was whip out his phone, browsing through various social media platforms and news moguls at a rapid pace. There was no real destination in mind, and the path he took was truly random since there was no real danger in getting lost thanks to GPS technology being easily accessible by all. Plenty of news on that Resistance group, huh? The government really started to crack down on shifters... luckily I'm still in the clear. Not like I could pose any threat while shifted anyway...

The common fruit fly seeks out rotten fruit as they have often fermented, leading to the production of alcohol. In laboratory settings, fruit flies always choose food with higher alcohol content than that without, leading to a very simple conclusion: they enjoy being drunk. The somewhat sweet odour grabbed Thomas's attention and pulled him away from his phone, and he was up for a night of just downing a few drinks before heading back to his room, and the building seemed nice and quiet, with only a few patrons at the pub at the moment. Upon entering, he noticed a few people, but nothing too out of the ordinary: a somewhat awkward couple, a man with a dog, a quiet girl reading some book, and an elderly man, amongst others. Everyone kept to themselves, but one man especially stood out, seeming a bit suspicious, donning a trench coat. Seems kind of suspicious, might be bad news... maybe a drug dealer? No, don't judge people based on their appearances, just ignore him and keep to yourself.

As he thought to himself, only briefly glancing at the man, he ordered from the bartender, starting the night off easy with a few light drinks, positioning himself on a stool somewhat near the man with a dog. Cute dog, he thought to himself as he sipped his drink.

 

[Lilliana2]

Elaine changed out of her work clothes into some casual clothes, it had been a long day at work 2 dogs had been put down 3 puppies came in for their first round of vaccines and some lady came in with 7 cats for their yearly checkup it had been rough. As much as she loved animals they hated her as soon as she pulled out a needle or thermometer she had scratches all up and down her arms from the cats.

She sighed and glanced at the door she thought about staying in but there was a bar not too far from her place and she really needed something to drink...maybe a beer? Nope something stronger...a vodka and sprite. She grinned at the thought, that was definitely going to be the drink of the night. She put on some simple flats and headed out the door, her feet hurt way too much for heels of any kind. She walked about a block before reaching the bar and quickly ordered herself a vodka and sprite she held her drink in her hand spinning her seat to face the crowd, it wasn’t too packed but there were some interesting characters around. She scanned over all the people before her eyes landed on the dog in the room, finally a dog that won’t be mad at me for trying to take care of it! Elaine made her way over to the dog.

“Cute dog can I pet it?” Elaine asked smiling at the owner. There was another man standing next to him sipping on a drink she hadn’t seen either of them before she was excited to meet some new people though that might’ve been the vodka though.

Sostos Feralstryker

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

for many in the bar, the arrival of a new man walking into the bar his clothes seemed surprisingly old slightly torn his head darted around looking at people only for a moment then darting to the next he seemed confused... lost unsure of himself mumbling something about huge lizards and creatures in the fog... he fell over onto the floor getting himself back up everyone started to whisper and talk about this strange man, he then sat and the bar, his body seemed to jitter constantly as he was slight giggling the whole time his eye where bloodshot red tapping his hands and feet constantly the bartender looked around to the disheveled thing "j-j-j-just g-g-g-g-g-g-g get... me a d-d-d-d-rink im so... confused.." the bartender just shrugged throwing the man a drink. he sipped it attentively still jittering like crazy there was something definitely wrong with him..

 

[TheWaffleLord]

Viola Winthrop
"Good things come in small packages, y'know."​

location: The Crimson Lounge

outfit: this

with: Tom

tags: Sostos Feralstryker Lilliana2 Huntertabbysandshark3 DankBoi333

It was Viola's night off from work. She had been studying and attending classes as a college student all week, and although she enjoyed what she was learning, she needed to go outside and be active in something. She often made time to do so and tonight was no different. Viola walked with her hands in her pockets, feeling the evening breeze kiss her face. The concrete veins, neon lights, and ever-moving pedestrians of this labyrinthine city were no stranger to her—neither were the smells.

During Viola's first few weeks of living here, it had been very easy for her keen nose to get overwhelmed by it all, so much that she had to wear a surgical mask everywhere to prevent herself from getting nauseous in public. Now the medley of aromas and odors are but a cohesive existence and she doesn't need to rely on such masks anymore. She always carries one on-hand however, just in case.

Viola approached the front of a small establishment, one that was squeezed between a boutique and a bakery. The red neon sign suspended high over its door read: The Crimson Lounge. It was a bar similar to Tengoku in terms of atmosphere, but she abided to a self-made rule of never drinking at her workplace even during her time off. A change of scenery was always good and she had been here a couple times before. She opened the door and walked in, glancing at a handful of people.

There was a man who smelled like brimstone accompanied by an obedient dog, then a long-haired woman standing next to him who appeared as though she wanted to pet the furry companion—who could blame her? There was a boyish young man staring nowhere in particular, a jittery dragonoid much bigger than ones she's seen before, and a man in a trench coat.

The dog inspired a grin on Viola's face. However resisting the urge to pat its head, she opted to take one of the few empty seats left at the bar, next to the customer with a boyish face and tousled brown hair. She called for the bartender's attention and preemptively showed her ID. People have mistaken Viola to be an underage girl on multiple occasions, so she expects skepticism in places like these.

"Give me an amaretto sour," she said. As she waited for her drink, she looked up at the flat-screen television overhead. It was broadcasting local news; the murder of Danver Freidsman was making headlines everywhere. She sighed, brows furrowed while she pondered. Shit. Is there no such thing as 'good news'? A sip from her lemony cocktail soothed her nerves by a small degree. Then she turned to her neighbor, the stranger who looked her age. "Hey. What do you think about all this mess?"

codedbycrucialstar​

 

[DankBoi333]

As the bar enjoys the merry times it brings the television channel switches. The broadcast has the seal of the Hulmar police.

A monotone voice announces "This is a public service announcement."

A image of a man with a beard and shaved head appears.

"A One Million Credit reward is being issued for the capture of Dr Sergey Nikitovich. He is wanted for..." A list appears next to the image. "1st Degree murder, Inciting a prison riot, Murder of a detective, Treason, Possession of classified documents."

"If you have information on the whereabouts of Dr Nikitovich, Report them to the police. He is a dangerous man and is to be presumed hostile at all times. This concludes our public service announcement."

The bar now sits still as tension begins to grow within the patrons...

 

[DankBoi333]

As Sergey watches the broadcast his fears and paranoia grow to massive extents.

"One Million credits..." He thought to himself "That is how badly they want me?" Sergey reaches into his pocket to find the badge and pistol he took off the detective.

"I hope no one actually cares about that bounty..." As he thought he gripped the pistol in his hand, Finger on the safety. "I hope I do not have to do something...Drastic." As he thinks about his next move he looks around at the fellow patrons studying their behavior. He notices the man with the dog and the people crowding around him. "At least they are grouped together and not paying attention." He thought, Then his eyes fell on a jittery old man. "If I sit by him he would attract more attention then I, Time to switch seats."

Sergey stands up and walks over and sits next to the old man opposite the other patrons.

Sergey looks at the man taking pity at the mans spasms.

"Interesting turn huh?" Sergey asks pulling down his hat. "Such a brilliant man turned to violence, A pity isn't it?" He turns his head slightly towards the old man as he asks his question.

 

[Feralstryker]

The sudden arrival of a new comer to the bar, a young man with mouse brown hair and a peculiar scent about him, caused Sasha's head to raise slightly from the ground in curiosity. He gave a small yet friendly nod as he scanned the people around himself with some consideration before making his way to a seat next to him. The enticing scent of cooked meat mixed with a alcoholic mixture of his drink diverted his attention, however; mouth practically watering in anticipation.

"Here you are, Mr. Flint, your usual." The tender responded with a friendly smile as he slid the meal over to his station at the table, the young shifter's eyes practically gleaming. He hadn't realize the faint gnawing of hunger that persisted his body until now, a welcome surprise that made his stop all the more worth the sacrifice of the comfort his home had promised. Digging in eagerly, it was upon the start of his first bite into a slice of the steaming meat that his dark gaze fell upon a coated figure that sat a little off from his current position. His eyes had roamed over his form before, the model choice of a large trench coat to adorn his being a little out of sorts amidst the usual company that often made themselves known in this establishment, but nothing that warrant too much concern in that moment. Upon closer inspection, however, something seemed...off.

Deciding it was best to keep the man within his peripherals at all times, he attempted to resume some of his attention to his meal when light footsteps perked his hearing. It was a women, petite with long brown hair that currently cascaded her small frame with glasses resting upon her face. Her gaze was drawn to the fluffy canine that rested at his feet with an almost childish excitement about her, a mood far brighter than the usual gloom that tended to loom about the dark place.

"Cute dog" she stated in earnest, "can I pet it?"

The scent of alcohol mixed with faint traces of isoflurane and peroxide led to his confirmations that her profession most likely resided in the medical field, for animals nonetheless considering the remaining traces of fur that stuck persistently to parts of her clothing. Devon gave a small sigh, knowing full well the frustrations of caring so much for animals to the extent that saving their lives often means sacrificing their tolerance of some of the necessary evils that go on inside the walls of those clinics. In response, the young man gave a warm smile while gesturing welcomingly towards his companion.

"Of course." He stated. "She's friendly and quite frankly will accept just about any manner of attention you give her. Be my guest."

It almost made him chuckle in amusement as the Akita's eyes seemingly brightened at the hidden message he offered to her, the eager pup yipping happily before trotting over to the newcomer. Her tail began to wag insistently as she leaned into the touch of the waiting women's arms, tongue lolling out the side of her mouth as she practically grinned at all the attention. The women was attractive, he had to admit, a thought that he couldn't help but to pass within his considerations of the scene unfolding before him. How long has it been...he pondered within himself with a dismissive sigh.

But soon the peaceful environment was broken as an old and odd smelling man stubbled heavily between the double doors, his nervous and almost painful looking gaze flitting sporadically among the setting around him before he collapsed into a seat nearby. Form shaking heavily from some unknown exertion, he stuttered out the need of a drink; the bartender quickly pouring the man a basic brew before sliding it over to his station. Gasping heavily, the odd man stared at the filled glass blankly before giving it a small sip, the action doing little to calm his current demeaner.

Snapping his fingers to order Sasha to stay by the women's side, he quickly made his way over to the shock ridden man at sat next to him; leaning in enough to make his words empty to other wandering ears.

"Listen to me, I want you to find a single object in this room...your drink for example...and put all of your focus onto that one thing, do you understand." He whispered in a soft yet stern voice. "I know what it is like to be overwhelmed by the many scenes that pull instantly against forms a sensitive as ours. The trick is to take it all in one thing at a time." Devon stated while pushing the man's drink closer to his line of sight. "Focus on what it looks like, smells like, sounds like...all these other things around you...they are all just secondary to what is right in front of you. It doesn't matter, none of it exists in this current moment, understand?" By now whispers of annoyance and concern rang about the bar in subtle fervor, the shifter casting a warning gaze to the nosey onlookers before giving the man beside him a pat of reassurance. "Just do what I have said and it will all start to fade, alright?" before promptly moving to give the poor being some space.

He walked calmly over to his previous station before downing his drink with a single heavy gulp, waving his had to the bartender to put another one on his tab. Looks like he would be staying a while after all, he thought with a small huff. No way he could leave the poor man to his own devices among a crowd of short tempered onlookers. Casting another cautious glace at the trenched figure that still remained still within his seat, he returned his attention over to the concerned women from before, Sasha still sitting obediently by her side.

"Hey, what do you think about all this?"

The unknown voice spurred his attention back to the young, brown haired man from before. It was another women, most likely making her approach during all the commotion, who's attention was focused in annoyance at the TV that blared overhead. Blinking, he calmly swiveled his head to peer with mild interest at the broadcast that was currently underway. Tales of a recent murder, a being of higher power no less, at the hands of what was presumed to be a pursuer still on the run. The insistent order to call the officials on sight, along with a reward for his capture was quickly followed by the picture of the presume criminal. One that he at this point could recognize almost instantly.

A small growl emitting deep within his chest, the shifter rose abruptly from his seat to turn towards the trenched figure before him, the man's form turning about as the tension within the small building rose to a thickness that one could nearly fillet with a knife. Oh yes, that was him alright. The stubble clad face and features a perfect match compared to that which was presented on screen. A snap of Devon's fingers brought Sasha swiftly by his side, her large frame emitting a low warning growl; fur rising as se crouched and awaited the order to give chase.

"You appear to have gotten yourself into quite the predicament.." Devon stated matter of factly, eyes flashing a deep crimson while a smirk adorned his once peaceful exterior, sharp canines protruding slightly from his lips. Remembering the small lady from before, he shuffled his form to shield her from the scene that was unfolding before him. This was something he didn't need innocent passerby's to be caught in. He calmly began to place his left foot at an angle behind his right, form straightening in a form that, to the trained eye of certain fighting arts, signified a soft paw's stance. "Care to explain?"

"An interesting turn huh?" The criminal stuttered out while flitting his eyes over the learing forms before him. "Such a brilliant man turned to violence, a pity, isn't it?" Such a statement was directly oddly towards the old man from before, his nervous gaze fluttering from his seat.

Sasha barked a warning at his side, teeth bared as she stalked the man's movements, prepared to strike given the orders. Devon placed an open palm in her view, a sign to stay put...for now.

"Now..." He addressed with a calm gesture. "It would be a shame to cause such unnecessary violence and bloodshed in front of such kind and innocent people, would it not?" He reasoned with a smile. "And I have to say, I already have such little tolerance for men like you." He warned with another growl, the beast within him threatening to reveal itself at any moment. He steadied his breathing and hardened his stance, eyes narrowing in concentration. Now was not the time to lose himself, even to the smallest extent. If he started now, chances are he wouldn't be able to stop himself, something he REALLY didn't want to deal with at this moment.

"So why don't we nip this little game of chase right to the bud and get straight to the point." He offered with a grin. "Do you concur...Dr. Nikitovich?"

 

[Sostos]

The question asked by the woman, who appeared to be around his age, perhaps a fellow student, was short and simple. "Hey. What do you think about all this mess?"

The sociopolitical scene of the country condensed in a single word - "mess". People far more intelligent than Thomas argue night and day in a voracious search for solutions, and the mess was apparent, constantly drip fed via social media and news outlets. Frankly, it wasn't something that he concerned himself with that often since he just wanted to live in the shadows, but such a simple question got him thinking.

Now, time to approach this question with something equally short and punchy, that achieves the goal of condensing such intense thought and discourse. Something equally casual. Let's begin with "Yeah, it sucks." then maybe mention the dog and how the little things in life provide some smattering of hope and optimism. Everyone loves dogs. Look, that woman who came in earlier is already playing with it! Okay, now, open your mouth and begin conveying that sentiment, and you'll have gotten through another social interaction with success. These thoughts whizzed through Thomas's mind before he began articulating, but within this time, the atmosphere seemed to have changed. "Yeah, it su-" he was cut off by the man who had a dog.

This threw a wrench in the works as this wasn't something that Thomas had anticipated in his turn of speech, leaving him fumbling with his words in some incoherent jumble of words before he managed to shut his mouth.

"Do you concur...Dr. Nikitovich?"

Cue dramatic music, silence from all patrons at the pub, and an off-screen gasp. There appeared to be some sort of confrontation, and it seemed that it involved a man who had been just declared to be a dangerous criminal on the TV. Thomas's eyes widened as he looked over at the man in a trench coat; there was no doubt about it, a photo perfect match. From the fact that man with dog (the official name for said character in Thomas's mind) bore animalistic features that he did not bear beforehand, it was a safe assumption to assume that he was a shifter.

After processing all this information, the simplest and most obvious solution occurred to Thomas: just get out. Thomas's ability was best utilised for running away and hiding, perhaps for a bit of spying too, though he really didn't want to become a mass of insects in a place where people eat. He looked at the woman who had asked him and tried to pull of a look that conveyed "I'm sorry to cut our conversation short, person who I have just met, though isn't it ironic that the mess you had just referred to has deepened in our very presence? I think it's best if we run or sneak out before this escalates into a full blown brawl." though it may have simply appeared as a series of vague contortions of his facial features, with an overall sense of confusion.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

The man continued to sip away at his drink mumbling something to himself about how a month Just disappeared on him, and how he was probably losing his memory. To a outside observer it really did seem that he had lost it, not noticing Sergey sit next to him only noticing him once he spoke up causing the old man to practically jump out of his seat although he very jittery to begin with his blood shot eye darting around before looking into the mans a frown laden his face before he spoke “ y-ya v-v-very strange.... I-I wait want..wa” there was another person interrupting butting into what the old man rambling speech, it seemed this interruption or perhaps the aggressive nature of his approach, had set the old man off slowly he appeared to increase in size his face morphing out into a reptile jaw his hair become more like long thick tendrils jet black scales growing out form his skin along with a tail and claws his scale covered arms had a root like pattern on them too, in the end the man had transformed into a titanic reptilian beast that was half squatting as to not hit its head on the roof. “What just happened where am I?”

 

[Lilliana2]

“Thank you! She seems very sweet!” Elaine was quickly on her knees petting the dog. “Who’s a good girl?!” She cooed as she petted her. She had finished her first vodka and sprite even though she was normally a light weight she was drinking at a good pace tonight. She got herself a second one when the dog owner had walked away sipped it down quick and had started her third, the alcohol had already hit her so she decided three was good for tonight. The other woman there asked what someone thought of what was going on on the TV, Elaine wasn’t sure who exactly she asked but she went ahead and answered rather loudly.

“Crazy stuff happens all the time! I hope they catch the guy but I’m not going to worry about it.” She scratched behind the dogs ear “I’m just gonna pet this dog...” she mumbled the last part almost to herself before smiling at the woman and the man with the brown hair she was going to make a remark about how she didn’t ever watch the news because was so negative all the time but her new friends seemed very distracted. She turned and watched as the dog owner called out the guy from the news channel. She was still trying to figure out how to react when suddenly the strange man that had been muttering to himself transformed into a giant lizard. It frightened her a bit at first but then she realized he just seemed confused. She looked down at Sasha she was now in a defensive mode watching her owner to make sure he was ok she didn’t seem as interested in getting attention. Clearly there was a situation arising.

She wasn’t sure what to do now. She hadn’t been prepared for all this stuff she just wanted a few drinks. She could feel herself panicking. She glanced up at the man with the brown hair for guidance but he seemed confused and worried too. She wanted to run away but then she saw the lizard man and how confused and scared he looked and she felt an enormous amount of pity for him, while she wasn’t a shifter herself she knew the world was a scary place for one at the time and she had never met a shifter before so she was also curious. She walked over to him and gently placed her right hand on one of his claws. “You turned into a lizard here at the crimson lounge it’s a bar, it’s ok thought I’m sure it was an accident. Are you feeling ok?”

 

[TheWaffleLord]

Viola Winthrop
"Good things come in small packages, y'know."​

location: The Crimson Lounge

outfit: this

with: everyone

tags: Sostos Feralstryker Lilliana2 Huntertabbysandshark3 DankBoi333

The television flickered, catching Viola's eyes once more. The channel switched to a public announcement that was marked by the insignia of the Hulmar Police Department. A man by the name of Sergey Nikitovich had escaped from federal prison and was wanted for several felonies. Information of his whereabouts or his capture would be rewarded handsomely with a sum of one million credits—this intrigued many more patrons. The image of his mugshot made the hairs on the back of Viola's neck stand. She immediately glanced at the man in the trench coat as he moved within her peripheral, but his back was turned to her and she couldn't see his face.

The freckled woman who was petting the dog piped up with an opinion, and although she didn't ask for hers specifically, she didn't mind. She could smell vodka on her breath. “Crazy stuff happens all the time!" she said. "I hope they catch the guy, but I’m not going to worry about it.”
Viola, still being on alert, gave a nod that was almost imperceptible. The boyish patron next to her had formulated his response, but before he could get three coherent words in, the man with the dog had spoken so loud and clearly, it made everyone's heads turn.

"Do you concur...Dr. Nikitovich?"

The whole bar went silent. Viola gripped her drink, slightly fracturing the glass as she looked at the man in the trench coat. She had a clear view of him now; he was unmistakably the man who was shown in the public announcement. She looked at the young man next to her, whose face was utterly panicked and confused. He looked as if he was trying to convey a plea for help through his eyes—at least she thought he was. Her lips formed a tight, firm line as she assessed the situation.

The fugitive presumed to be dangerous was likely hiding a firearm or two underneath his trench coat. Would he have enough bullets to silence everyone in the bar so as to not leave any witnesses? No matter the amount, there would be casualties. Viola didn't want that. She wasn't sure if she could smell metal on Nikitovich's person when she came in; perhaps he wasn't armed? If that were the case, why wouldn't he be armed? He was foolish not to have skipped town or the whole country altogether.

The man who smelled like brimstone had been the one to alert everyone of Nikitovich's presence. He was blocking the front door and looked ready to fight. His dog stood beside him, baring its teeth menacingly. Could he take down the fugitive himself? He looked strong, but would that be enough? She didn't know if Nikitovich was a human or a supernatural. If he was the latter, it would be a lot harder to incapacitate him.

The backdoor leading to the alley was being blocked by several people now—they were encouraged by monetary gain. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the jittery old man from earlier shift into his dragonoid alter. Viola didn't flinch nor did she look away from the fugitive. If given a distraction, he could do something drastic, and he seemed desperate. While the freckled woman attempted to soothe the old man, Viola made her decision. She gave a reassuring pat on the boyish patron's shoulder.

"Stay behind me," she muttered to him. She wouldn't blame him if he decided to get out while he still could. She abandoned her seat and stepped away from the bar, and as she did so, dark fur began to grow along her forearms and hands. Her fingers elongated and her nails turned into sharp claws. Viola's eyes changed from earthly brown to bright yellow, but the rest of her body remained the same. As she stood close to the alley door some ways behind Nikitovich, she enunciated her voice with only one question toward the fugitive.

"Why did you do it?"

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[DankBoi333]

Sergey was now cornered, Like the rat these fools thought they were. His plan at blending in had failed and now three of the near heretical creatures stood before him. The large lizard was in the middle, The obvious dragon reject by the door, And a filthy werewolf blocking the back.

Unlike most people Sergey has had lots of experience with supernaturals...Albeit dead ones. The sheer amount of autopsies he has performed trying to understand how these pseudo-humans work he has learned to identify one when they are not even fully transformed. If only he could identify them without need of physical signs. A way that didn't require weeks of lab work. But that was for later now he had to escape to continue his work elsewhere.

As he surveyed for potential threats he looked at the eyes of the she-wolf...Those eyes reminded him of the murderer of the President. He did not know the power of the draconian but he assumed the confused lizard would act as a barrier. Now he had to quickly think of a plan.

He came up with three options. 1. Surrender and escape later. 2. Try negotiation. 3. Hope the pistol has charge.

As he rapidly debated his options his eyes fell on the bar itself...Stocked with high-proof alcohols. Very flammable. That was his escape. Thankfully the pistol he took from the detective was one of the new plasma pistols. The heat of the plasma should be strong enough to light the liquors on fire.

"N-Now listen Чудовисько I never wanted any trouble." He grabbed the pistol firmly. "But I had no other options" He looked for a way to escape the bar so he could escape the eminent inferno. "But сволочі like you keep making things difficult." He had his escape plan ready now was the time to initiate his plan.

Sergey quickly pulled out the pistol and fired at the liquor. "Горіти в пеклі!" He shouted as the shot hit the bottles and exploded in a blaze of plasma and fire. Now was his time to flee.

Sergey quickly sprinted to the wall opposite of the inferno and smashed through it using the exosuit. As he exited through the newly made exit he ran fast into the night...Hopeful he could find somewhere more adequate for his experiments.

 

[Feralstryker]

The situation that began to unfold before him was beginning to lose control fast, the transformations of the now lizard-like being and werewolf at his side causing other bystanders to suddenly stumble back in shock. Murmurs of concern rang about in a steady fervor while Devon quickly glanced over in warning towards the two shifters, form tense and ready, unknown of their control or intent within their new forms. If they were anything like his, anything human within this establishment was now at a heavy risk. It was until the brown haired women from before suddenly rushed to the large scaled being's side that he allowed himself to relax slightly. The creature's eyes bore no hostility as the women rested her hand upon one of his talons, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance while the wolf's eyes gleamed with anger but lacked no self control. He almost envied their resolve, how despite the changes to their forms they still bored traces of what their mind once was. Something he had never been able to manage in all his years as a brightwing.

Letting out a calm and relieved sigh, he shifted his gaze back towards the man of concern before suddenly tensing as he quickly brought his hand into his cloak. Such a gesture only signifying one thing...the man was armed.

The moment the trenched fugitive reached within to unholster the foreign pistol from its resting point was when Sasha howled an alert and lunged towards the Dr.'s hand. It was within this moment that all time seemed to slow; Devon's control unraveling steadily, painfully, fearfully...like a flame that burned insistently within his core as it fed off of every emotion that now consumed his being. He could feel his skin crawling, changing...his muscles tense to the point it was almost painful as a low and inhuman growl suddenly resonated deep within the dragonoid's chest. The innocent bystanders that once looked to the scene unfolding before them with nervous interest now slowly rose in fearful horror as the weapon was now fully unsheathed from the man's cloak, the beginnings of screams a sure rumble within their throats as they seemed to flee in slow motion. Items began their slow decent towards the ground, the sounds of shattered breakables and the crash of belongings overwhelming his senses as the guests of the once peaceful bar threw their things about in a blind panic.

He knew not of the current positions of the obvious shifters behind him, but he knew that the barrel of the murderer's weapon was aimed not towards any of them as was to be anticipated, but towards the vast display of alcoholic beverages resting upon the many shelves behind the building's main bar. It was in this moment that Devon's once hostile face twisted with fear as Sasha's still lunging form received the full force of the raging inferno that followed, time resuming its normal pace.

Shouts and screams filled the shifter's sensitive ears as the now erupting carnage encouraged the full retreat of the remaining bystanders, the once quiet and peaceful lounge now in full chaos. A shrill yelp broke through his canine's maw as Sasha suddenly tumbled away from her target, her once thick, dark fur now alight in flames. "Sasha!" Devon shouted with a crude mixture of concern, terror, and anger as he ran towards the steadily growing flames with his work jacket instantly in tow. The dragonoid skidded to a stop by the thrashing akita's side before wrapping the thick material around her and embracing her, the oxygen deprivation killing the flames in a matter of seconds. The injured canine whimpered against his form as he shielded her from the head that spiraled around them, his hands shaking as he carefully removed the coat to asses the damage. Her left side, slightly ventral to her spine was now devoid of fur, the skin red and slightly oozing from the aftermath of the intense heat. Not as bad as he had originally feared, the fur surrounding the worst of the wound singed and still emitting a slight smoky residue. Sasha has dealt with this sort of thing before, her once writhing form now calm and panting steadily within his arms, yet this did nothing to stave the heavy rage that now coursed his being much like the fire that now threatened to consume the whole building.

Fully crimson eyes now glared in hatred at the last of the scientist's fleeing form, his skin and muscle now shifting, reforming, his fingers bending into talons as the last of his control faded into nothing. The scene around him seemed to temporarily fade, a loud roar forcing its way out of his chest, dark red scales that began to dot his form gleaming amidst the flames that burned at his side. His mind was clouding fast, vision filled with a redden haze that only fueled his loosened grasp at humanity. He wanted nothing more than to see the man broken and bleeding beneath him, watch as the murderous scum's life faded slowly from his eyes, the look for pain and fear the last he feels within the miserable life the man chose to claim.

Sasha's warning bark slightly broke his trance, his dragonoid form now fully exposed to those that remained within the now smoke filled bar. "Sasha, flee." he ordered the large canine, her eyes blinking with obedient understanding before hobbling away and eventually out of the hazards that spread around him. Devon gazed back to the shifters and people that remained, his eyes concerned and apologetic within the anger that now threatened to take him over. "I'm...I'm so sorry..." he mustered with the last of control that remained.

It was then that Devon was gone, replaced with a consciousness far colder, mind filled with anger and bloodlust as the dragonoid's form seemed to erupt into heated sparks; body changing...growing. Bones popped and shifted as his muscles nearly screamed in temporary agony as his body shifted to accommodate the growing and crimson scale cladded being that embodied his brightwing heritage. The floorboards groaned against his new weight as the entire building threatened to collapse, his wings straining against the interior while another roar erupted from his gaping, teeth filled maw. The large dragon that once was Devon let out a hiss of irritation before crashing through the nearest wall that blocked his path, large head shaking away the broken remains that clung insistently to his horns before swiveling his gaze to where his new found prey had fled, scent still clinging heavily to the streets.

His mind filled with nothing more than the thrill and desire of the hunt.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

skotádi​

Looking around worried the slight pressure on one of his claws alerted skotádi to the presence of a girl who made an attempt at explaining exactly what had just happened, a small smile grew across his tooth-filled maw. “Well that explains something now, doesn’t it? Certainly explains how I got In here, as well.. my size is a bit of an issue.. but yes I think it was accidental shift” he paused for a moment looking around the bar there was a second far more tense dragoniod and a rather grumpy werewolf. Oh and some fellow brandishing a weapon it did concern skotádi much. It wasn’t his problem now, was it ? Turning his huge head back to the girl. “Where are my manners my name is skotádi What about yours?” Not a second after he had finished did the man with the weapon set off an explosion skotádi in a reactionary move wrapped one of his hand around her to shield them from the blast only for that Dragonoid to shift as well destroying even more of the bar the skotádi inadvertently had there wing pushing against his face. The just destroying a wall and running off leaving the place in ruins and skotádi rather stuck if he got up he would probably bring the house down he was already bent over as is, unfurling his hand form around the girl he looked down at her with a smile “sorry about all that nonsense I do hope your ok? perhaps i can get you a cup of tea and maybe tell you a story or two?"

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[Lilliana2]

Elaine was amazed at this shifters huge size up close his face was much bigger than she realized. She was about to give her name when she noticed all the commotion growing worse. She turned to look right as the explosion started before she could even react she was shielded by the large reptilians hand when he opened it again the bar was clearly destroyed. Elaine scanned the place in shock before simply turning back to Skotádi. She was still processing what had happened. She’d heard that people were supposed to stay after just instances to tell the police their side but it looked like others had fled the scene and she knew political tensions were high with the shifters at the moment. She stared at her new friend for a moment and wondered what would happen to her savior if he was taken into police custody? Even if she vouched for him she wasn’t sure how they’d treat him, while she never had issues with them she recognized that she was a human and knew she had a bit of an advantage when it came to dealing with authority figures, being human and all. We should leave, even if it’s wrong it’s probably safer for him in the long run, and I do like tea!

“My name is Elaine, and to be honest Tea and stories sound amazing right about now.” She admitted. “We should get out of here though. Can you punch through the rest of the ceiling?” She asked she was still leaning back into his palm almost sitting but not quite. She pointed to where he was pressed up against the wall “I have a feeling you’re not going to fit through the door anymore.” She joked trying to make light of the situation.

Huntertabbysandshark3