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Throne Of Thorns
Diana Young
Diana sighed lightly before looking up at them, "Well one question, does the Mafia answer to you?" She asked in an annoyed tone once again before she moved from the wall and walked towards them, "All my money I earn from here goes straight to them, so talk to them if you feel like taking money. And I don't even think you can call this a gang. It's full of kids and young morons who thought stealing and killing were better options to life." She said in an annoyed tone before she cast a look over her shoulder, one of the older kids standing in the doorway bowing his head lightly.

Looking back to her guests she sighed once again, "I don't have any money to give you, this is a hotel for normal people and a gambling den for those who need it. Money goes to the mafia. And I never was told I was a member in this stupid game. If you want me to pay up then I'll stop being a gang member, but I've taken contracts from you guys before, and if you want a good killer gone then it's your loss. I have no care for the money I'm given since it goes into this hotel." She said once again in an annoyed tone before she turned walking towards the kid before she stopped.

Giving a blank look back at them, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have kids to look after, if you have any more problems, take it up with my boss. Not me." She said in a blank tone before she looked at the woman at the front desk, in her early teens, at least 18, "Jane could you please fill their tea and then escort them outside," She said once again in a blank tone as the girl smiled lightly back at her, nodding her head in understanding.

Diana cast one more look at them, "I will be attending the summit due to the fact my boss is going, but other than that you're not ordering me around. And I'm no boss for a gang, I'm just a killer for hire that owns a hotel." She said in a cold tone once again before walking off down the hallway.​
 
Corruption P.3
Camilla Ferrari | Sam Sarith

The swarm of over sized moths were a negligent threat that became easily managed by Byakko and Ryu. Periodic jolts of lightning and wood, countered the oncoming attack and left piles of insect corpses littering the dim room. Under normal circumstances, Kaivant would have been capable of dispatching the enemy with a single attack, his affinity being fire; however, he was rather occupied with his conversation involving Camilla. "Child, why does anyone ever chose a side opposite your own?" His voice was calm and soothing, while his right hand reached for a long, wooden pipe that was stored in a pouch within his robe. The surface of the wood was carved into the shape of an elegant, soaring phoenix, that only complemented the small flicker of flame that was snapped into existence. "Ideals differ from an individual to the next--something you have failed to learn...or should I say, failed to be taught...as obvious by your choice in speech." Kaivant inhaled a puff of smoke, only to cough in response to the pink mist that was exhaled from his lungs. "Are you aware, your father, himself, was an frequent collaborator with the Dominion--even a member to some degree."

Kaivant settled onto the ground where he inhaled for a second time with better success. The smoke was held in his lungs for several seconds, before he exhaled with satisfied groan. "Myself, a member of faction that hailed itself as one of your father's greatest enemies...yet we remain on relative amicable terms, years later." He turned his attention directly onto the girl, whom he pointed towards with the butt of his smoking pipe. "Titles do not define an allegiance, Camilla. You must determine your own footing with your own two eyes and the weight that you carry on your back." Kaivant concluded his explanation with silence, though it did not last long as Byakko returned from a recent patrol he had undergone.

"Its a weird case down there, hollow energy for sure, but this is on a scale unlike anything I have seen. The entire world has been corrupted--as in the stairs only go part-way before all that remains is an abyss." Byakko's report was riddled with worry that only grew as he continued with his findings. "I threw a rock into the abyss..it traveled a few seconds before all of its energy was gone...I couldn't feel the kinetic potential of the rock anymore."

Kaivant only smiled. "It seems Hanjiro has evolved his power upon hollow-fication. " The man rose to his feet, his attention still directed towards Camilla. "If you have no further questions, Camilla, then we descend."
 

-Audrey Quinn-

Sweat

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Sweat dripped off my brow as my shirt stuck to my skin, the other guy in the ring breathing just as hard as I was before I threw another punch, landing him square in his jaw as he dropped to the ground. The bell dinging as at least 40 people cheered and money was handed around before I spat out some blood on the ground as I stepped out of the ring. Unwrapping the boxing tape from my bloody knuckles. "I reckon that was your best fight yet!" the assistant says as they hand over the money I won from the day, "good, but not good enough..." I sigh walking towards the change rooms. I retrieve my things from the locker and shut it. Some other fighter walk past and scoff at me for going "too violent", I'm used to it, I just ignore them. I walk out the door with my gym bag full of money and a hood over my head, I look down as I walk through the ally ways.
 
Zeke nodded, quietly absorbing the information Lizzie told him; She seemed rather serious about this. While he could not quite understand the severity of what he was about to do, he did his best to at least take it seriously. Just stand your ground, she said. Easy enough, he thought, at least until this ghost of his decided to take over again. However, all this information only raised more questions that he wished he had the time to ask. He sat down obediently, staring at Lizzie for just a moment, as if trying to figure her out.

"Li-- er, Bastion," he muttered, recalling that she had wished to be called that before, unsure of whether she was serious or not. "After the Boss is finished with me, I have more questions for you about all this stuff. We should have a chat later." Zeke, oblivious to how such an offer might sound, leaned back in the chair to relax. He shut his eyes, taking deep breaths, breathing in and out consistently each time. He felt a bit nervous, sure. But what could happen to him, realistically? The Zodiac sees potential in him, doesn't it? It isn't likely to kill him off if Zeke can still be of use to it.
Or at least, that's what Zeke was trying to convince himself.
 
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Devan W. Eldridge ~ Detective Stoner
High Status: 20% - Feeling a bit fuzzy.
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  • (Location: Brookfield, Alleyway of SPINNERS )(Mood: Exhausted)
    (Interactions: No-one. )
    (Mentions: No-One. )

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    "Angel Spinning Knee of Brilliance!" Mouth loosely agape, Devan Helplessly watched from afar the irate behemoth of a human-being catapulted his undressed body freely into the air like some sort of majestic bird, prosthetic wings sprouting out alongside his back, only God would know the true secret of where he was hiding those damn crazy looking thing that complimented his less than charming aerial pose. Soon gracious amounts of feathers disbanded in the expanse of the strip club's rafters making hints of quills cascade towards the linoleum polished floor causing Devan to not only be blinded by the heap of plumage being brought down upon him but additionally creating streams of flashing of rainbow-colored lights to overwhelm his retinas which only made it that much more difficult to evade the wackjobs merciless attack as he brought his excessively hairy physique plummeting Earthbound like some sort of failed NASA project. "What in the s-" Before he could even get out the last bit of profanity he felt the sasquatch's kneecap slide against a part of Devan's unprepared cheek, effortlessly launching the green-haired junkie backwards against the discotheque's guard-rail that divided from a flamboyantly styled dance-floor to a fast paced roller derby of some kind that was now littered in fragments of damaged floor segments making Eldridge's expression become consumed in absolute shock all the while his brain was frantically beginning to question how Devan had accomplished getting himself into such a miserable dilemma, seconds later a whiff of recognizable pine-scented air fresheners tickled his nose, giving him a thousand yard stare as the present-day world stood untouched around him as he watched his impending doom charge at him in slow-motion.

    "Oh.. I remember now." Suddenly, outright darkness as if somebody had turned off the lights until he discerned the well-accustomed noise of his apartment's digital alarm clock sounding off like a siren before being swung to the unforgiving ground by Devan's bare hand only to have it vibrate amidst the ground before being aggressively kicked across the room by his foot, never to disturb anyone's beautiful slumber ever again although now it just meant the former detective would now have to purchase a new alarm clock, what else is new? Just another thing to add to the collection of bills, expenses, and unpaid loans made even more difficult after being let off from Brookfield PD about two months ago. A grief-filled snicker left his tiresome throat as Devan's feet hung off the bed, soon caressing the floor as he set himself upright with a temporary glazed look in his eyes, recounting all of the terrible accounts of misery that had happened to him within a mili-second before setting aside his everlasting grief to satisfy his appetite that has been bothering him throughout his night of shifting and turning on that poor excuse of a bed. "Surprising." He coughed, after turning the lights on he was expecting the usual disgusting roach to do its usual 'seven yard dash' across from one end of the checked kitchen floor to the next, but it was nowhere to be seen which gave the impression that it could've just left which isn't too staggering to say the least... Not even a damn bug would want to live in this broken down residence, it was almost shameful that the poor thing left, Devan was starting to warm-up to the idea of the apartment's newfound mascot living with him.
 
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The Sins of the Past
Kisaki Kisaki​

Rear-facing to the district where Diamond Bakery was located, was a small park defined by lush woodlands in present bloom. More often than not, it was forgotten as a relic of the past, but for some, it was the ideal location to hide, if one desired to not be found. The spring days were growing longer each week, but still, the sun began to set, earlier, rather than later. At the present time, it was about four in the afternoon. The sun had drifted from its peak in the sky, and now cast the woods with a dim, orange hue; one that contrasted against the vibrant color of Spring's fresh growth. Overall, the park was quiet--its only sounds coming from the resident wildlife, and the occasional elderly couple enjoying their daily afternoon walk.

It was a simple run for Amelia--through a couple back alleys that led up a hill and directly into one of the many entrances that lined the perimeter of the park. She stood on a stone walkway that stretched into the interior of the reserve, but more relevant, were the off-shoot paths that led directly into the underbrush of the dense foliage. Only the major walkways of the park were ever patrolled, leaving the woods open as popular option for the mischievous antics of the neighborhood's children and young adults--or in Amelia's case, a place to escape her life for a while. The only requirement was that she remain uncaught while entering; a fact that would not come true given the gruff, elderly voice that called out to her.

"Child, where are you running off too." The voice originated from the nearest bench, where an old, Japanese man was staring at her with an empty expression on his heavily wrinkled face. He was dressed in all black, with a suit covering his withered body and a top hat which rested over a bed of short, grey hair. In his lap was a metal walking stick with a handle that was embossed by a soaring bird of sorts. "You seem troubled in your heart..." He rose a shaking arm and beckoned for Amelia to come his way. "Perhaps, you need a listening ear...come, child, take a seat by me. Let us hear what you heart desires to say."
 
Throne of Thorns P.3
| Diana Young |​
2:33PM
Diana Young's Base
Lobby​
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Calm eyes watched Diana see herself out of the negotiation, leaving both individuals to sit there in silence as a butler of sorts approached the female, tea and tray in hand.

As Diana would've made her way further and further away from the lobby, the echoes of broken glass would have reached her ears from behind.

The butler, forced to stand in the least painful way, quivered in the iron grip that the female had on his wrist. Technique rather than strength held the butler in a constant state of pain as his wrist was only a flick away from snapping. "W-what is this? Let me go..!" He pleaded. The male observed his female companion without a care for the man in her clutches. "There's another?" He asked the girl, who's expression definitely wasn't a calm one. She released the wrist of the butler, who collapsed in the tea-soaked carpet to caress his contorted wrist in agony, and rose to her feet with a hint of resolve. A scoff escaped the male's lips as she made her way to the hotel's receptionist desk and hop over it. Any attempt to restrain the girl resulted in a swift takedown that would render her attacker unconscious.

By the time Diana returned, if she returned, she would only find the male still sitting in the sit she found him in, his attention focused on the little amount of tea that swiveled around at the bottom of his mug. "Back so soon, Metal Bitch?" Hazel eyes shot up to meet Diana's. "My co-worker was eager to meet your boss, so she went ahead." A sly look remained locked on Diana as the mug was placed on the countertop beside the chair's armrest. A *ding* resonated from the elevator as it's double doors slid open, and the man known as Diana's boss came crashing out onto the carpet face first. Following him was the girl, who ejected his hidden gun's magazine, racked the bullet in the chamber, and tossed the gun in a can she passed as she approached him and dragged him along the carpet to the center of the lobby. "Is this man your boss?" She questioned Diana with a hint of surprise and disbelief in her tone. The girl's boot pressed against the man's head, keeping him pinned but at an angle to see Diana in the room.


Den of Snakes P.8
NIGHTMARE
| Ezekiel Kokinos |​
10:13AM
Club Cosmos
Lizzie's Room​
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As a response, Lizzie only rolled her eyes with a untamed smile forming on her face. The newbie was respectful enough to refer to her by her desired name which was satisfying to hear. On top of that, someone took a genuine interest in something she was passionate about. For Zeke, her smile quickly became the last thing he saw as darkness shrunk his field of vision until his sight was nothing but blackness. One by one, his senses were stripped from him until the sensation was akin to a lucid dream or out of body experience. In that darkness, only Zeke's thoughts remained. It stayed this way until his sense of touch returned to him. He was on a floor. A cold, hard floor that felt slightly wet in some areas. His hearing returned. There was a steady fire going somewhere in front of him. As his eyesight returned to him, Zeke would find himself within a cell. Wood made up his floor and back wall, but to his left, right, and forward were iron bars that kept him contained. Other cells were connected to his, merely separated by a layer of bars. In it were decomposed bodies, all wearing the same rags of clothing as Zeke himself was. Come to think of it, Zeke's body was once badly injured. His body was riddled with bite marks from what looked like a mixture of creatures. Smaller marks looked eerily human, too. Slash marks were also common, but it explained the blood, and why some scars were still bandaged on his body.

Though only lit by a series of standing torches, it was clear that Zeke was in a dungeon of sorts. To the right of his cell door looked to be a corner at the end of the hall, in which a faint view of stairs could be seen. To his left was another corner, but it was too far to see what existed on the other side. On the opposite wall from the cell was a key-ring that hung on a rack. Zeke wouldn't be able to reach it. The cellmate to his right had completely melted to the bone. In it's cell was a improvised stick made up of bones tied to one another at the ends. That was in reach, but Zeke would have to really reach for it to get it.


Corruption P.4
Camilla Ferrari | Sam Sarith​
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Camilla listened intently to Kaivant's words. The mention of her father's past employment shed some light on why he never talked about his years after Armstrong Academy to her birth. Her guess now was that Kaivant and her father were co-workers of a sort, split apart by the irrational 180 of the Dominion's moral compass. It wasn't a new concept for Camilla to think for herself when it came to being taught one way and only that way. Her life was spent in solitude from humanity. After the great war, she was brought up to loathe the Dominion for everything it stood for. Such words from her father were merely just words - until she and her brother Logan were captured, and he, killed right before her eyes in cold blood. It was on that night that she truly took in Dominic's warnings. The Dominion was sick, no better than the cursed souls that roam Limbo for an eternity. Her confusion for their animosity mixed with the frustration of her inability to avenge her brother's death. Now, she found herself in the Dominion's company, talking to a man who claimed to have a different outlook than every other dog of that holy organization.

Byakko returned, bringing with him ill news of the path - or drop - ahead. As he explained, Camilla peered down to the abyss below them. A faint, warm breeze brushed against her face. Something terrible was down there, but for some reason she didn't feel scared. What she actually felt was sadness. Whatever corrupted beast resided beneath them.. She imagined that she felt it's pain.

Tsu said:
"If you have no further questions, Camilla, then we descend."
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Grey eyes turned to meet Kaivant's. There were plenty of questions she had. If it were up to her, she'd learn all she could about him, her father's hidden past, and the Dominion. Instead, she nodded to the man. "After you."


Down with the Sickness
Lucy Black​
10:00AM
Lucy Black's Apartment
Living Room​
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An immediate look at Delcan's eyes unleashed a dizzying and nauseous spell on Lucy Black. The symtom's were very much like her illness as a child, only this was sudden and fast-acting. Any sense of balance would be robbed of Lucy. In her eyes, the walls began to run with a black ooze. The flooring beneath her cracked, and through those cracks came a variety of insects that scattered in every direction. On one hand, the feelings were brutally nostalgic, but on the other, Lucy had never experienced such an extreme hallucination before. An old prescription bottle for her illness was still around. Taking a dosage would have immediately subdued the suffering, returning her to her normal state. In turn, the side-effects would impose a wave of fatigue best weathered by laying or sitting still.



Haymaker
Audrey Quinn | Devan W. Eldridge​
2:33PM
Outside Spinners
Alleyway
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THWACK
A sickening sound of wood against flesh reverberated through the alleyway Audrey had walked down as a baseball bat landed squarely on the back of her head. Her collapse freed the bag of money. It's cheap zipper busted, releasing a flurry of twenties down the alleyway with a gust of wind. "Shit! Stupid bitch.." Exclaimed one thug who dropped his bat to help his two other partners pick up the scattering money. "We wouldn't have to do this if you hadn't bet wrong." complained one of them in an annoying tone. "How was I supposed to know she was going to win? It doesn't matter. The whore costed me my tax money."

Several bills would flutter over Devan's disposed body, undoubtedly catching his attention. The convenient, short-term answer to his financial problem flew by with the spring wind carrying it away. Some bills had even landed in the street in front of Spinners, where it sat annoyingly under the protection of a parked car. "Don't touch that money, bum!" One of the three shouted at Devan.
 
Amelia Diamond

Amelia glanced at the older man, slowing her pace down. "I'm going somewhere that has some peace and quiet." Amelia grumbled. The girl then stopped when the senior man suggested to come sit with him. Amelia was hesitant to move any closer to man but she pushed back her worrying thoughts and sat down next to the him. The bench creaked as she shifted her body. "My idiot of an father that I haven't seen for years is back in town. Two weeks ago, he just arrived out of nowhere ...Suprise!" She began, feeling more at ease. She took a deep breath then continued. " I know my father is in the some shady bussiness but he didn't have to bring his troubles to me. I freaking cut a man's hand off since he threaten kill me with a gun. Possibly, he'll probably bring his hooligangs to get revenge." She shook her head in disappointment . Amelia turned her head to face the old man. "Now, I'm here with a old man who's willing to listen to me rant about my personal problems. Why's that?" She asked curiously, furrowing her eyebrows slightly.
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Throne Of Thorns
Diana Young
Diana rushed back into the lobby as soon as the glass smashed, looking around to see the remnants of the tea and the young kid on the floor, as well as one of her "Guests" sitting there calmly. Letting out a sigh she held in the remnants of her anger. Axel I swear if I made a deal with the devil just to be fucked over I'm going to kill myself just to piss you off. Now help me. Diana walked towards him before her attention was drawn towards the elevator doors, seeing Julius being thrown out into the lobby she let out another sigh with a blank look towards the girl.

"Before you do something stupid I must remind you I'm no gang owner. You kill him you're starting a war between yourself and them. I'll have no part in it." Casting another bored look down to Julius, "Then again, he was the one that tore off my arm." She said a flash of anger passing her face before she looked back at the male, "Seeing as how your keeping your emotions under control I'd assume you'd agree with what I'm saying. He's his own organization in it's own right. And I doubt he'll take kindly if she keeps her foot on his head much longer." She said casting another look at Julius who was already fuming with anger, his eyes focused on the girl above him, if looks could kill she'd be 6 feet under already.

"Julius this is sort of your fault as well, being the fact you didn't bring me up in your last summit meeting." She said in another annoyed tone before she tapped around her jean pockets, pulling out a cigarette and lighter, lighting it up before she threw the lighter back into her pocket.​
 
Haymaker

Audrey Quinn
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Audrey slowly arises from unconsciousness, she flinches as she touches the back of her head, she looks down at her hand, blood, she then looks up to see the three thugs taking the money, "ugh" she moves disorientated but is still able to move her leg to trip the one closet to her over. she looks up at the other two thugs still standing "was this really necessary?". She stands walking over punching one square in the jaw, pulling out a gun from a hiddin pocket. She had always kept a gun ready for just in case matters, or if she were to find anyone involving the case of her dead fiance. She aims the gun at the last standing thugs head, flicking safety off. "Now, do I need to shoot? Or will you return the money?"
 
Lucy Black​
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"Wh... What is this?" Lucy stumbled back, her right hand clenching her forehead, her eyes shutting almost immediately after she had stared into the boy's eyes. She began to tumble in each direction, trying to fight her own debilitation. It was to no avail, as the back of her body struck the wall with a *thud*, her trembling legs soon following as she sunk into the ground. As soon as she opened her eyes once more, horror engulfed her, almost stunning the girl in place. The walls, oozing black, her body seem to fall into the very surface of the floor itself as it cracked open, uncountable insects flooded out, crawling over every surface, including her own body.

Lucy tried to scream, but nothing escaped her mouth, not even air. She couldn't breath, maggots and all kinds of disgusting creatures crawling past her cheeks and between her agape lips. The girl's hands shook in terror, reaching toward the cupboard to the side of the room, her body falling toward it in a pathetic attempt to save herself. This was like nothing she had experienced before, and even worse, her parents were no longer around to help her. It had been so long since anything exceeding a minor fever had taken hold of her, and yet here she was, hands desperately stretching toward the bottle, yet as she looked on, reality itself seemed to warp the cupboard's handle further and further away.

"H-help me." Lucy could only manage to mutter, her body beginning to freeze up, her mind dancing between consciousness as the terrible images began to consume her. It was an all too real taste of reality, they weren't here to save her, and she could barely save herself. Her body stopped, still drifting, her arm almost frozen, still outstretched desperately.

Boss Boss
 
Throne of Thorns P.4
| Diana Young |​
2:35PM
Diana Young's Base
Lobby​
"Make no mistake, Metal Bitch. The Ferrari's govern all manner of illegal operations, including the assembly and management of gangs and mafia. Nobody steals a penny unless we allow it. Every petty crime, every hit, every gang war. It happens so long as we permit it to. A low-tier swindler such as this 'Julius' is of no concern to us. We're only interested in real power here." The male explained, swigging down the last of his tea after his short speech. Meanwhile, Julius remained pinned between the carpet and a boot. "You're the chosen representative of your organization. Reluctance will only cost lives." It was clear that the two weren't joking around. The female's harsh restraint of Diana's boss ceased, however, as she began to walk off towards the exit.

"On the other hand, it's important for a gang to sort out it's own internal issues. We only care about the end result, Diana. We needn't remind you what that is." The male swiftly rose to his feet and trailed after the female, who had departed from the conversation much like Diana did earlier. "We'll see you at the summit."

The atmosphere within the lobby thinned with the visitors' departure. While the spirit that approached Diana some time earlier was silent, there was a strange feeling in Diana's body that seemed to respond to her anger. The air felt lighter the angrier she got during the conversation. She felt lighter, like her clothes were weightless. It wouldn't be clear what the effects meant until she grasped something in her hand, which would have completely crumbled and contorted under extreme pressure.


Down with the Sickness P.2
| Lucy Black |​
2:35PM
Brookfield General Hospital | Sixth floor
Room 633​
Lucy's brain felt like it turned and flipped as if it were freely floating in a jar of liquid. All the while, she heard the faintest hints of ineligible whispers always coming from her blind spots. Her only relief at that point was the hastily loss of consciousness.

When Lucy came to, her state of mind felt restored. As her first sights were of the bright ceiling light that was installed above her medical bed, it was clear that the hallucinations had disappeared as well. At some point, Lucy had been taken to the city's hospital and admitted into ER. Her left arm had been connected to a monitoring machine that displayed normal vitals for her age. Judging by the analog clock that hung on the wall, roughly three hours had passed since the attack occurred.

She would be alone in this state for ten minutes before a nurse waltzed in, greeting Lucy with a smile. "Good afternoon, Ms.Black. How are you feeling?" She asked.
 
Sam had mostly stayed quiet during the conversation. He was busy trying to figure out just how...and where they had been teleported. Based on Kaivent's reaction, they weren't in any immediate danger, but the presence of Camilla had him on edge. She was a tough girl, but she was still a kid. And Sam didn't want her to deal with something that was more than she could handle. He kept close to her, trying to let her feel his presence as a reassuring vanguard. Logan was gone, Dom was missing in the field...maybe even dead. He wasn't going to let her suffer anymore, his teeth slowly elongated and retracted, tension clear in his eyes. He let Kaivent talk to Camilla, there wasn't anything to say in response. After all...the man was telling the truth. Him and Dom were part of the Dominion before they went crazy, he wasn't going to deny that. He almost expected questions from Camilla, but she didn't seem to ask Sam anything. The man released a small greatful breath. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say.

When they were about to descene, Sam peered into the abyss below.

"So what, it's a hollowed limbo? Been awhile since I've had to deal with one of those." He chuckled sardonically. "We got a gameplan going in?"
 
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Devan W. Eldridge ~ Detective Stoner
High Status: 30% - Narcotics Kicking In.
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  • (Location: Brookfield, SPINNERS Alleyway )(Mood: Starstruck)
    (Interactions: Audrey Quinn / Goons. )
    (Mentions: Boss Boss , Idri Ave Idri Ave )

    Wallowing in self-pity, embarrassment, and possibly soiled undergarments after having the entirety of his head used as a football by a bare-bodied male stripper, it was pretty safe to say that this afternoon wasn't exactly what you'd call the 'bee's knees'. Soon an unsavory ringing made itself present as it resonated through the open-pocket of his jeans, it happened to be his PDA going off nonetheless for the 'seventh' time! Probably a telemarketing scam artist wanting to sell him some useless product that he couldn't afford or that one occasional collect-call from the credit card company wanting to collect payments but regardless of what kind of negative possibilities it could've been he was satisfied with the fact that his PDA was surprisingly undamaged from his prior altercation. "Shit.." After observing the notifications popping up on his screen, one of them happened to be The Zodiac Maniac case he was tracking until he got preoccupied with getting a fix. Nervously biting his lip, Devan's eyes fixated at the updating list of news sources reporting about another one of his victims being found severely mutilated in an abandoned duplex not far from SPINNERS, luckily for him it was walking distance.

    Nobody really knew anything personal about this lunatic other than the fact he was a Zodiac User and he had some odd fetish for dismemberment which in itself lets you know how screwed up in the head this guy was! Five dead bodies were found in different locations by the time the PD and Devan heard about this lunatic, all of them with his gruesome calling card carved in their lifeless bodies. Focusing more on the case, all he could really do now was schedule his appointment with the crime-scene after the damn feds take all the evidence and hope that they missed something vital which they'd most likely do just to hurry up to the end of the week and receive their paychecks. "Hmph, looks like i've got some time to kill!" Thwack! Suddenly a sickening sound of a blunt objecting cracking against flesh and bone rang out from the entrance of the alleyway, following a large thumping noise that caused him to look towards whatever created that dreadful racket and notice the distinctive image of a woman's silhouette collapsing onto the ground and three standing bodies rushing towards her as they bickered between one another about losing a bet.

    Masses of twenty dollar bills soon carried themselves against the breeze, covering the dirtied alleyway in money and even happening to land on Devan's lap making him pick it up to examine it before uncurling his fingers from the piece of green paper and tossing it aside. Not because that piss-smelling thug told him to drop it but because of the fact that it wasn't his to begin with and he'd be damned if him or anyone-else would take advantage of some defenseless woman lying on the ground! "I've seen plenty of scumbags but you three? You all take the cake." Without wasting any time, Devan ignored whatever kind of injuries he may have had and stood himself up onto his feet yet struggling to maintain his balance as he stumbled towards them, nearly tripping as he snatched up a nearly empty whisky bottle out from some hobo's hand and guzzling down his throat in preparation for another fight.

    Three against one? Great, Devan could already feel his bruised body ache at the idea of being pummeled with a baseball bat along with a few kicks to the rib carried on by those lackeys. Continuing to awkwardly stumble towards them, he was hoping to make some sort of glorious introduction to himself until the seemingly comatose woman pulled herself off the ground like a zombie and took matters into her own hands, beating the ever loving hell out of two of them and aiming the main thug's firearm back at him! Just what in God's name was this woman made of? In any case he wasn't going to let this girl out-do his spectacular entrance he had in mind! "Hey bud, this is for calling me a bum!" Devan remarked, leaving a devious smile crawl up the side of his lips before swinging the empty whisky bottle over the unaware man's head and shattering it like he were the groom at some Redneck Jewish wedding. Seeing the woozy man crumple up while ungainly descending to the ground and accepting his rough embrace was a beautiful reprisal to say the least. "Oh, no need to thank me or anything! Glad you saved me the work taking out those two guys who I totaaaally could've handled myself but yeah! Wait.." He couldn't help but squint as he spun around to face the woman, noticing something familiar about the woman's face until he managed to make out the identity. "No way, Audrey Quinn? I mean bad timing to be having a fan moment but.. You're the famous woman MMA Fighter that's been all over sports entertainment news! What are you doing in a place like this? Are you okay?" Overcome with stardom, Devan took a moment to breathe, untensing his muscles as to not to look like too much of an idiot in-front of the renown athlete.
 
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Lucy Black​
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As Lucy awoke weakly, she slowly examined her surroundings, groggily moving her head from side to side. It had been a long time since she had been it such a place, yet the setting was by no stretch unusual. "What happened?" She thought to herself, attempting to recollect her earliest memories. The only things that came to mind, however, where those that she did not want to reminisce over.

As the nurse walked in, Lucy was still laying down, moving her vision to meet theirs. "Uh." Lucy began to attempt to respond, looking over the nurse slightly. "Okay." She almost whispered in response, her eyes looking over the apparatus beside her for a short moment, before back toward the nurse, trying her best to look away from the woman's eyes. One thing still made no sense, however, and though it took her a moment, her curiosity finally built up enough to overcome the fear of asking. "How... Did I ar... Get here?" She couldn't help but blush at her own cluelessness, before it would have been obvious, and now... Her tone was almost drowned in worry.

Boss Boss
 

"Clown & Tom B. Stone"
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~Tom’s Warehouse~

Secluded within a dark and stuffy warehouse, inside packed to the shelves with wooden crates and other containers, with little to no light to illuminate the darkness that loomed heavily throughout the warehouses’ interior, aside from a few rays of light shining through the few dusty and grimy windows. A single window at the end of the warehouse completely open, and close by, a figure hunched over a messy steel desk, with scrunched up pieces of paper, an eaten box of noodles, empty energy drink cans and numerous potato chip packets with a heavily modified laptop as the centerpiece. The hooded figure typing using various keyboards, both laid on the desk and below it; only ever taking one of his hands away to either take a potato chip or beverage and his feet on the lower keyboard never ceasing. On the monitor, numerous windows open and varying in size all over the screen listing different information, pictures and programming. “Hrmm, let’s see how you like this ‘Mr. Harris’..Have fun with your new life as a kidnapping ring leader.” stretching back and revelling to himself of what he had just done. “You outdone yourself this time Clown, yeeesss I have.” musing to himself only for a short time before all his thoughts and actions were cut off and intervened by a distinct noise coming from outside the warehouse, suggesting that he was no longer about to be alone. While Clown had an idea of who it may have been, taking chances was hardly in his nature - and leaving his computer gear behind he moved quickly out of sight, using the numerous crates and wares as a means of hiding himself, and to also get a vantage point on seeing who it could be arriving to the warehouse.

Tom had finally made it to the warehouse. He sighed, relieved to be home. He passed the chain link fence, with slightly rusted barbed wire covering the top from lack of maintenance. Tom assumed most of his lackies had forgotten to take care of that. "Damn useless sobs. Maybe I should feed them to the dogs. But that might make them sick. Besides then I wouldn't have anyone around to watch this place while I'm gone.” He came to the conclusion that he could forgive his lazy crew members just this once. He kicked open the big thick steel plated doors, cheerfully calling out, "Honey I'm home! Yo is anyone here?” He called out impatiently, noticing the place was almost pitch black from the windows being to filthy for any light to break through.

As Tom started making his way a little further into the warehouse, seemingly out of nowhere Clown appeared from the corner of the Tom in an near instant. Popping into sight with his hand in a semi-waving gesture, and a mask with a clown’s smile hiding his face “Yo~”.

Tom turned towards the corner of the warehouse, where his hacker friend had popped out of. Tom smiled a big goofy smile, raising a peace sign as he chuckled giddily to himself. "Hey Clown! You know, some Russian guy kept mistaking me for you today.” He told him walking over to clown, a skip in his step. He side stepped crates, and other items. All probably some form of weapon. Tom had done a quick inspection, and stock check of the place when he first took over. But it was surprisingly large for such a dirty, decrepit, and kind of trashy place. Tom had done a bit of cleaning when he arrived. Well, he had hired some people for it. Honestly who'd thought for such a highly respected weapons dealer. This guy sure was messy, although he was kind of a recluse, so it's not surprising. Clown making little response to the mention of Tom being mistaken for himself, scratching the back of his head slightly and tilting his head to the side.

With a curious glance, like a gopher peeking out of his hole to see what's going on in the surface. Tom peeked over Clowns shoulder, his big curious eyes staring at the computer monitor in fascination. "Ooh, what ya doing? Watching dirty videos?” Tom asked in a serious tone, although a bit of amazement remained. Of course this was just his way of messing with Clown, who he had become acquainted with these past few months they worked together. He snatched up some of Clowns junk food. Clown looked back over his shoulder with Tom, realizing that he had already made quite the mess the little area he claimed temporarily for himself. Chuckling to himself at the mention of ‘dirty videos’ “Well not me, but someone certainly has been.” musing to himself for a short moment.

Quickly making his escape, Tom plopped down onto Clown’s reclining chair. He began munching on the bag of chips contently relaxing as he feasted on the hopes and dreams of Clown’s stomach. "These chips are amazing man. I love BBQ flavor, oh by the way. I have a job for you.” He said leaning back as far as the old turquoise recliner would go. Which happened to make his face disappear from sight as he spoke. ", so I was looking for clues as to what I could do to be a thorn in the criminal worlds side today. I decided to stop by the Dionysus Lounge. Uncle Phil told me the crime bosses were having a summit. Sooo, I figured i'd meet up with them. Of course I had no idea where it was, and of course neither did Phil.” Tom said making dramatic hand gestures, which looked odd due to him being reclined so far back. So it was just his hands doing gestures over his raised feet. Like some sort of two headed, confused monster.

He then Rose up, a big smile on his face. "I think you can guess what I want from you.” His eyes glimmering with that trickster shine of theirs. "I found a russian mobster willing to help me... although he thinks I'm trying to stop some traitor from turning the summit into a bloodbath. Buut, that's an issue for another time. I just need your help framing one of the mafia bosses... or a few... or all of them.” Tom seemed uncertain about which he wanted. But just shrugged it off. "Ok, so I need you to make it look like some of the mafia bosses ordered a large shipment of weapons from us recently. Hell, send them a large shipment if you need to make it look legit. Hold them somewhere near the summit location, in a cargo container or something. Just need to frame these bad boys.” Tom raised an eyebrow, popping his head up to see if clown understood what he wanted done.

Clown had practically been hovering over Tom from behind him as Tom took to sitting in his recliner chair, munching on his ‘hard’ earned food and being way too close for comfort to his priceless equipment. So when Tom turned back around to face Clown, he had already been staring down at Tom through the slits of his clowns smile mask. His eyes telling a much different story from the expression shown on his mask “DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT TOOK ME TO GET THAT PACKET OF CHIPS?!” clenching both of his fists in a fury and flailing his arms in the air.

“AND STOP KICKING YOUR FEET EVERYWHERE LIKE THAT SO CLOSE TO MY STUFF!!” After Clown had finished his little fiery tantrum. He patted off his hooded jacket from the dust it gathered from being inside the warehouse and letting out a heavy sigh. “On the other hand however..” a smile stretching on his face, hidden from his mask “I’m sure I could do what you need, as long as you replace my packet of potato chips, and I’ll also be needing a favor from you - but I won’t tell you until you agree, and until after I help you be a thorn in the side of the criminal world.” Reaching into the pockets of his jacket, taking out a chocolate bar Clown started to unwrap and eat it before moving on “So, where are these other people in on this? Also, you might want to tell me who you want framed, I don’t want to get you in trouble just to be paid to get you back out of it..” continuing to munch away on his chocolate bar.

Tom sat up all the way, scowling toward Clown in a rather serious manner. "I'm sorry, but the last time I checked...THIS WAS MY WAREHOUSE!” He stopped for a second, putting a finger to his chin as a thought popped in his head. "Well... actually, it’s that Gregory Handson’s warehouse. But he's dead, and I'm pretending to be him. So it’s mine!” He stated one more time to make sure it was clear. He then crossed his legs, and stroked an invisible animal. Considering Clown’s offer. "Fine! I can promise you the chips. BUT I WON'T BUDGE ON THE FAVOR UNTIL I KNOW THE DETAILS!” He stated with his arms crossed and a stubborn pout on his face. "Alright, so I honestly don't care who you frame. So long as it's not my girlfriend Diana, and it is one of the big wig mafia members. Just make sure it's good evidence, and believable. I want the other gangs at their throat's.” He leapt to his feet, walking in circles as he considered the other questions. "As for my associate. Here is his card, do a search on him.” Tom demanded tossing the business card Andrew Orlov had given me at the bar. "I don't trust the guy... although I don't trust anyone..so nothing new.” He said with a chipper tone, and a smile on his face.

Clown wiggled his finger in disagreement with his left hand, facing away from Tom for a short second before retorting in response “As far as I knew this was still Gregory Handson’s warehouse, I didn’t even know you took over this place~” He was lying, he did know “Also you’re the one who wants me for this job right? Sounds pretty big to me, so I think it calls for a mysterious favor from your friendly neighbourhood Clown..If not..” He looked toward his equipment, before looking back over his shoulder toward the exist “I could always go help the Mafia instead, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind owing me an unknown favor.” smiling under his mask, he felt confident he knew Tom would budge, if given a convincing push “Though I can say, my favor involves both of us coming out with profits to gain.”

Taking the card from Tom, Clown slipped in right into the pockets of his jacket without taking much of a glance, and retorted once more to the mention of a lack of trust “That would make the both of us~”

When Clown mentioned going to help the mafia. Tom was prepared to put a bullet in both his legs, and force him to do his job under the threat of never eating another bag of chips again. Luckily he said the one word Tom could agree with. "Profit?” Tom asked raising an eyebrow showing he was intrigued. His hand slowly moved from the trigger of his gun, and out of his pocket."Fine, deal, but ever threaten to go betray me to the mafia again, and~KRPOW!” Suddenly a bullet whizzed past Clown. Planting itself in the wall next to him.”The only thing you'll be eating is lead.” He warned with the most pleasant smile you'd ever seen.

For a moment, Clown was fairly relieved and giddy with himself - until a bullet whizzed right passed his skull by only a few inches and hit the wall behind him. One moment being still with shock, and right after that had passed going into a mode of panic which if the lack of facial expressions didn’t show it, his tone of voice certainly did “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” cupping both his hands to his ear, that had been throbbing at this point “WHAT IF YOU ACTUALLY SHOT ME!!” Sitting down on his feet and cradling slightly, he tried getting rid of the ear pain from rocking himself back and forth for a few seconds and he was reminded how badly he needed his own gun for these types of situations. ‘Maybe saying I’d help the mafia was a little too big of a push..’

Tom waved the gun as if it were a toy, "Oh don't be a baby. We both know if I wanted to hit you then I would have. You're not exactly a hard target to hit you know.” He told Clown, holstering the gun once more. Glad they were on the same page.

After the pain started fading a little, Clown stood back up and patted himself off whilst letting out a relieved sigh that he was still alive and in one piece. “Good, always a pleasure with you Tom.” He walked back over to the steel desk with all of his equipment, taking out his card and showing it off to Tom “So shall we look into more about this associate of yours?” he said, sitting down in the now empty recliner with his hands & feet at the ready. "Sounds great, I'm curious as to who we're dealing with.” Tom told him plopping back into the recliner and smiling evilly. His hands forming a evil finger pyramid, and contemplating his next move, while waiting for what Clown could pull up on his newest associate.

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(This was a collaboration post done by Solemn Jester Solemn Jester & Sinny The Fool Sinny The Fool )
(Color Code - Tom B. Stone & Clown)
 
Haymaker

Audrey Quinn
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Audrey sighs, putting away the firearm back into her hidden pocket. "I'm fine." Grabbing the bag and what's left starting to make her way back home. She stops and turns around, "to answer the rest of your questions, I go this way to avoid people who would recognise me... like you. Besides I should be asking you the same question. What are you doing here?" She looks and sees the spinners sign and realises the situation, she scoffs, "of course, I'll be taking my leave..." She turns and starts walking when she stumbles and falls, the blood wounds gotten worse.
 
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The Sins of the Past
Kisaki Kisaki

The old man listened in utter silence, to the point that Amelia might have assumed he had fallen asleep. Nonetheless, his body began to stir as he reached for her hand with a surprising amount of strength. "Sometimes, all you need is an open ear, to keep you on the right path in life." With his free hand, he reached into his coat pocket where he retrieved a handkerchief--one that was not dry, but rather soaked in what smelled to be rubbing alcohol. He used it to wipe away the stains of blood on her hand, before letting go with a sullen expression on his face. "I can relate to your father..." The man said after a heavy sigh. "I too left my daughter...when she was nothing more than a babe, at that."

As he spoke, it was almost as if his tone was growing louder, not by choice, but rather because the surrounding environment gradually fell into an unnatural silence. Soon, there was no movement from the underbrush; no songs from the birds; there wasn't even the rustle of leaves, much less a breeze to pass through the area. Even more peculiar was the fact that the other patrons of the park were no where in sight--it was only Amelia and the old man, the latter who seemed entirely unfazed by the sudden transition in environment. "I won't ever get a chance to see her again. Perhaps you should consider what you have a blessing, even if it brings forth your negative emotions. He may be unsightly in the now, but perhaps, this is the only best he can offer you."
 
Amelia Diamond

Amelia understood what he meant. Sometimes talking about your problems relieves your inner conflict. She watched the other pull out of a wet cloth. She assumed it was cleaning alcohol due to the pecuilar smell. Her hands twitched as she felt the cloth being applied to her skin." Thanks..I guess I was in to much of a panic to see the blood on my hand." She said as he wipped away blood from her hand. Her eyes soften as he mentioned his daugher. Amelia imagined it would be achingly painful to not to see your child ever again. " Was there a reason why you had to leave her?" Amelia asked.

Amelia's father may be protecting her from his crime life but she still believed that he should of gave her and her mom a goodbye."Perhaps your right about my father. However, he has a long way to go for me trust him again ." Amelia said. She pushed herself off from the bench and stood in silence for a minute as she observed her surroundings. " I know I said I want peace and quiet but this is oddly too quiet. Maybe it's time for me to go home." The girl muttered under her breath. It felt like she was in some alternative world that was frozen in time. " You know, I haven't gotten your name yet. I want to thank you for the advice."

Azukai Azukai
 
Down with the Sickness P.3
| Lucy Black |​
2:33PM
Brookfield General Hospital | Sixth Floor
Room 633​
Lucy's assigned nurse went through her routine of checking up on the machine Lucy had been connected to. Nimble fingers tapped away at the expensive monitor the same way for many years. "I would have to check with administration for that, dear." Was the swift response from the nurse. After updating the machine, the woman swept around the bed to the other side of the room, where a blank form upon a clipboard laid next to a pen. Grabbing both, the nurse turned to face Lucy. "I can go check for you if you want to know, but I'm going to have to ask you a few questions first now that you're with us." As the nurse spoke, the pen in her hand had already begun scribbling down information Lucy couldn't see at her angle. "So, Ms.Black, according to our records, this isn't the first time you've been admitted for this particular illness. We have several visits logged over a decade ago where you've spent a large amount of time here. Are the symptoms you've suffered today anything like back then? Can you remember?"


The Underbelly P.9
Tom B. Stone | The Clown​
12:30PM
Gregory's Tom's Warehouse
Clown's Workstation​

Andrew Orlov.
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With a typical search, the name wouldn't bring up anything more than a couple of social media accounts, all of which were owned by a different Andrew Orlov. A scan of Brookfield police database would unearth the right man's ever-growing rapsheet. Aggravated assault. Arson. Public indecency. The works. It wouldn't be impossible for Clown to add more charges.

A search on the deep web would come up with nothing, as per usual, as birth names were solemn used. No mention of gang affiliation, recent activity, nothing.
 
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Devan W. Eldridge ~ Detective Stoner
High Status: 25% - Nerves Soothing.
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  • (Location: Brookfield, Random Convenient Store )(Mood: Stressed)
    (Interactions: Audrey Quinn )
    (Mentions: Boss Boss , Idri Ave Idri Ave )

    After some time Devan was able to keep together his serenity in the presence of notability before watching Audrey casually seize her luggage along with the money that had escaped from it. Having grown up with some kind of mannerism in his days of youth he politely assisted her, scooping up heaps of twenty dollar bills and placing them back into her baggage where they belonged before raising a brow at what she said. Wanting to be avoided? Why would she want to do that? If it was him he'd bathe in whatever kind of praise he could get! Although that negative attention she received earlier would explain why she'd want to be out of the spotlight. "Rude." Devan sounded off after being a tiny bit offended when she mentioned that also involved him, especially when he didn't do anything wrong except have a fanboy moment over the woman! Despite being given the cold-shoulder, Devan shrugs it off once she questions his reasoning behind being in dark alleyway next to a strip club which makes Audrey immediately jump to conclusion causing him to slightly panic in embarassment. "O-okay, it's not what it looks like alright? I'm not a pervert or anything! It's perfectly reasonable for a detective to look for clues in a strip-club!" His cheeks were quickly flushed with a crimson-hue as he dwelled further on the subject of perversion as she walked away. Not even a simple thanks? Is everyone in Brookfield rude? On second thought, that's a stupid question, of course they are. Devan brushed the dirt of his pant-legs and ogled her frame swaying from side to side as trinklets of blood cascaded down the nape of the woman's neck making him a bit concerned for her safety as he now attempted to warn her of the serious injury on the back of her head that she was probably trying to tough-out which was only a matter of time until the delicate swaying of her hips transitioned into a rough stumble, almost making the woman fall to the ground at the last second until Devan swooped in and caught her, swinging Audrey's arm over the back of his neck and using his own free-arm to support her weight as he positioned her feet back onto the ground. What a drag! To think he'd get a break from being distracted or having to do anything physical, now he has to carry Audrey around town like a human-taxi?

    Guess it wasn't all too bad, I mean he was holding onto a celebrity, an attractive one at that too! "Jesus! You're bleeding everywhere, we need to get you to a hospital." Except that was impossible knowing that the nearest hospital was miles away and with all that blood pouring out from the gash in the woman's head it'd be too late for any ambulance to arrive on time, only narrowing things down even further to the point where he had to rely on his own set of skills. Thank goodness for having basic first aid skills, learning them from Brookfield PD Academy during his training! Looked like all was not lost, what he would need is a bit of disinfectant to clean the wound, makeshift head-wraps for pressure, and a bit of gauze-pads to stop the wound itself from bleeding. Only problem with that is they were in a stinky-ass alleyway and all he was carrying was the clothes on his back, food supplies, and that 44. double-action revolver stashed away in his knapsack, the one that he should've pulled out earlier instead of wasting time like an idiot. Running out of luck by the second, Devan assisted Audrey out from the alleyway, scanning the area for any temporary sanctuary or any wandering threats that wanted to finish the job. Minutes had past of strenuous walking, soles of his feet aching as he walked alongside the barely conscious Audrey as her body was leaning on him. Eventually they had discovered a rather large convenience store just across the street from them in their time of need. "How convenient!" He winked, dawning a cheeky smile at his own stupid joke before rushing her across the street and through the opening of the automatic door where aside from having bad puns, another issue had arrived once the plump looking store-owner freaked out at the sight of the woman bleeding all over the place, stating that he was going to notify the police and paramedics which was only going to complicate things further.

    "Ugh, well looks like I don't have much of a choice, do I?" Knowing that they needed to steal supplies in order for their survival and that there'd be potential questioning for having a bloodied woman with him, as much as he wanted to go through all that trouble he decided to think of a plan as he cautiously dug through his knapsack, retrieving the 44.Magnum before making his route to the distracted owner. In one swift motion Devan used the butt of the firearm against the man's head with enough force to knock him out but preventing any serious injuries to his cranium. "Alright now that's one problem solved... Let's get you fixed up." Twirling the 44. back into his leather hip-holster, Devan sprung from one end of the store to another while knocking down anything that seemed remotely useful and brought it back to Audrey where he began patching her up until the bleeding was non-existent and after propping her back up against something in-case of further head trauma. "Not too shabby right? You should be fine for now but don't let-up on those bandages no matter how tight they are, just let that gash of yours heal for now." A soft sigh snuck past between his lips as he looked back at the unconscious store-owner, not knowing what exactly to do with the poor chap. "We have two options Audrey, we can stay here which will help both of us for shelter until we're ready to head out or we can risk traveling again... I'll leave the decision up to you, if we stay you can help me look for supplies to last the night while I take care of the owner and lock-up the store to prevent weary eyes." Plopping himself on the ground, Devan waited for Audrey's answer as he twiddled his thumbs together impatiently.

 
Lucy Black
Brookfield General Hospital; 2:33pm​
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"They were..." Lucy did her best to recollect the images that flooded her mind, invaded it like a plague, she could hardly remember what lead to it, but it all felt almost real. Her expression visibly cringed at the thought of it, a slight tear escaping from the side of her eye. "Worse..." Was all she could muster for a long moment, her eyes moved from the nurse's vacinity toward her own legs, covered in thin blankets. Gradually she moved her arms before her vision, even now the memory of the images plagued her. Lucy's palms outstretched as she stared deeply into them, confusion cursing her as she attempted to recollect more, though her own fear prevented her mind from delving deep enough.

"I'm sorry." She finally sighed, slumping even further before moving her gaze back up toward the nurse's coat once more.

Boss Boss
 
Haymaker

Audrey Quinn
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Audrey delusionally stumbles towards Devan. Collapsing on his lap and hugging him. "Let's go home babe..." She says eyes close smiling at the warmth. For she believes that Devan was actually her fiance. She had always gone to her fiancé whenever she was injured or needed help. Loosing him, she had always dealt with things on her own, hence why she was so rude. Then Devan was there, making her injured brain think back to her fiancé as if he was still there. She didn't realise that it was in fact Devan and not her fiancé. But she wouldn't care, someone was caring for her. It made her happy. She thought to herself maybe it was time to move on. But soon realised that was stupid, and that she needed to kill every single person that killed her fiancé. Maybe Devan could help her. But for now. Rest. She fell asleep still hugging Devan. All in all it meant that they would stay there for shelter.
 
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Corruption
Camilla Ferrari | Sam Sarith
Boss Boss TerraBooma TerraBooma

Kaivant was the first to enter the abyss. There was no hesitation as he jumped from the stairwell and plummeted into the darkness below. Minutes went by to the point that his body was capable of reaching its terminal velocity, yet in time, his speed began to gradually slow. The air had grown heavy with a thick mist, almost as if it were a cushion to prevent an imminent crash; though, the density came as both a blessing and a curse. Kaivant reached the bottom floor relatively unaffected by the corruption in the air--Ryu and Byakko were not as lucky, given the mixture of vomit and blood that left them hurling on the putrid ground. Noticing the unfortunate arrival of his comrades, Kaivant reached into his robe where he retrieved four black pills that were handed to the others. "It will help alleviate the corruption." He explained, before knelling towards the ground where he wiped his finger against the layer of black sludge that coated it.

"What has festered in this land..." Kaivant muttered with an incredulous look towards the surrounding environment. Visibility was relatively low, but there was enough candle light along the walls to reveal the cluster of vines that had overgrown in the space. That being said, there wasn't any recognizable source. "I'm not seeing anything, boss." Byakko announced; his eyes glowing a bright yellow from the night vision he acquired when bonded with his Zodiac. "Doubtful." Kaivant replied, just before there was a burst of illumination from the single, flaming wing that erupted on his right side. In the distance was a hulking figure that sat against the forward-facing wall. It had the body of a grotesquely muscular man, but its head was covered by the mask of a large book with holes for its eyes, nose, and mouth. The vines of the area protruded from its body to the point that nearly every inch of skin was ruptured by the growth. The same black sludge that covered the ground dripped from every open orifice and wound--creating the growing sea of rancid fluid that had now reached ankle height.

"It's ink." Kaivant announced with a sudden realization of the sludge's identity. He unsheathed his sword and not a moment too soon as the ink near his feet began to bubble. From it, a humanoid figure burst with a spear readied in its hand. It was immediately decapitated by Kaivant's sword, but the seemingly fatal wound had little affect. The figure's spear was still thrust forward, to which Kaivant dodged by stepping to the side. He reached forward with his right hand and formed a torrent of white flame that engulfed the creature, whose form began to evaporate from the sheer intensity of the attack.

All around the room, the ink began to bubble and dozens, if not hundreds of figures began to rise. A few were equipped with spears, others with swords, and some were mounted atop a horse-driven chariot; but they all resembled the shape of Chinese warriors from an ancient era long past. The army of warriors did not engage in immediate combat--rather, they formed a circular wall around the intruders and fell motionless with their weapons at the ready. "Ten bucks says they'll let us pass without a fight." Byakko joked with a chuckle.

"There is only one way to find out." Ryu replied. The man took a single step forward, and that was when the army attacked.
 
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Sam grimaced at the stench of a decaying limbo. He wasn't vomiting his guts out like some of the others, but the wave of nausea unsettled him to the point where he was more than glad to take one of Kaivent's pills to at least temporarily deal with the issue. The shark man had smelled the ink at around the same time it took Kaivent to figure out what it was, and reacte by manifesting some harpoons in his hands. He looked around unsettled at the ink army, and his brows went up at Byrakko and Ryu's comment. "Wait hold on, I don't think that's a g-"

And that was when the army attacked.

Sam was not in peak form to fight in. The various burns on his body telegraphed weakspots where his normally enhanced skin would protect him. With it peeled away however, Sam was more than aware of how much getting attacked in those spots would hurt, and he was quite keen to avoid getting hit if he could avoid it. He instinctively moved to Camilla's side, standing slightly in front of her to hopefully shield her from the incoming assault, and waved his hands with a single harsh motion. Around the group, dozens of harpoons manifested into a ring facing outwards, like a phalanx of floating spears. Should any of the inky creatures come close to it, they would lash out, converging together in various points to repeatedly impale whatever was foolish enough to approach. Seeing his inverse net set in a defensive formation, he drew his sidearm- An old prototype Dominion handgun from back when he had worked with the group. It was designed to be able to work on both normal people and those more zodiac in nature. It was something of a personal treasure of his, and he'd stolen it when he and Dom had ditched the organization. He quickly manifested a harpoon and handed it to Camilla. He didn't know how many weapons she had on her, and he'd rather her be armed then defenseless. "Keep Close. Don't get surrounded. Keep your exits open and always know where your going next." Sam ordered with a surprising calm to his voice. His split second preparation complete, he turned back to the horde of inklings.

With his focus primarily on keeping Camilla safe and the ring of harpoons maintained, Sam began to take shots into the horde as time would allow. The sound of gunshots echoed throughout the limbo, and he began to fire bullet after bullet into each creature with trained expertise and calm efficiency.
 
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