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Post by citizenmike on Oct 20, 2009 23:48:14 GMT -5
"A gathering of people, that doesn't tend to end well around here."
"No, that doesn't.", Johnny spoke. The girl had read Johnny's mind. For some reason they all seemed safer their own way as opposed to collecting together.
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For girl of seven, the spell seemed to work. The only problem was that she didn't did know how far back it took her. She arrived in the catacomb beneath her mother's church. Gazing around at the Earthly walls, she could barely make out the little drawings that lined it. She pressed her on the walls and allowed her fingers to trace the drawings. Stopping before a picture of a woman, she murmured, "Mommy...".
The voices above alerted the girl. Facing towards the ladder etched on the earth, she quickly made her way up to the church. She gazed for a moment at the two men she saw inside. She smiled at their presence, these men were familiar faces to her.
"What're you two doing?", she asked.
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To Zachary, Veronica replied, "Indeed it has, how have you been?".
"Hello everyone! Are you having a sidewalk party?"
Veronica turned to Chystabelle and replied, "I'd like to think of this as an informal gathering of sorts."
Johnny looked at the group and said, "Since were all here, how about we discuss the bombing that happened a couple weeks back and lets find a way to find the bastard before he does any more damage."
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Post by Selice on Oct 20, 2009 23:57:02 GMT -5
Selice giggled at Syl's eagerness. "A pleasure to meet you, young one" she whispered softly. She had to say, his hyperness made her feel much more cheery than she had been before, which was quite a feat considering how happy she had already been. "Well I don't know if we are bestest friends, but I do consider him as a friend" she added, the warm smile still firmly planted on her face.
As Veronica mentioned a bombing, Selice's smile faded. She had been assigned to clean up many bombings in her day. Escorting young and old to their final resting place was no easy task, and it weighed heavily on her heart each time she had to do it. "I have not been here long enough to know of such things" Selice whispered to all present. "Please, someone, enlighten me to the situation".
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 21, 2009 0:10:35 GMT -5
"There have been two bombings.", Veronica replied. "The first took place around two months ago, right around the time those world war two soldiers retreated from the city. The second took place a couple weeks back when the Admiral Hotel went down, we right there...".
Fleur... The thought of her came into Veronica's mind. It had been weeks since she had seen her.
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Post by kaybeezy on Oct 21, 2009 0:36:29 GMT -5
Chrystabelle instantly sobered, saddened by the situation. She'd studied bombs, and she knew the drastic effects they had, leaving her to wonder why someone would want to hurt people in such a way. Though she'd been safe inside the hospital at the time of the bombing, it hadn't taken long to see the forlorn remains of what once was a grand hotel. "It's strange, knowing how the person who did it is still out there," she added, looking around the buildings as if he was going to appear. She couldn't imagine where he was, or what his plans were.
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Post by cyansky on Oct 21, 2009 6:08:04 GMT -5
Syl cocked its head at the new arrival, completely ignoring Veronica's change of topic. It simply sragged Asri over to the unknown, white-haired man and grinned at him (never mind his unsociability).
"Hi there! You look kind of lonely," said Syl to him, smiling happily, "so why don't you cheer up a bit, hmm? My name is Sylredrae, or Syl. What's yours?"
It turned to Chrystabelle and waved at her as well, grinning.
"Miss Chrys! It's good to see you! How've you been?"
Asri rolled his eyes as he broke free of Syl's grasp. Yep, Syl was the undisputed master of introductions, willing to befriend almost anything that moved. It sure helped though that Syl was very easy to please and get along with.
He didn't want to visibly acknowledge Veronica's change of subject immediately though. He was too busy cooking up solutions and back up plans in case something went horribly wrong, which it likely would. Asri had seen so many horrible endings that he was beyond used to them. So long as he wasn't dead, he swam through them like a fish through water, knowing how to wiggle his way out to survival.
He remained silent, simply smiling at Syl, viciously debating with themselves on what to do witht he bomber, and how to keep Syl safe. Flee? Hide? Fight? Calling in Kiel? So many options, yet Asri was wary of all of them. They each had their pros and cons, which Syl's analytic side would neatly evaluate and take into account. Unfortunately, Syl had lost much of its analytical insight when the deaths of two of its friends had triggered some considerable bugs. Kiel and Asri now had to care of the analytical legwork, for the sake of Syl's happiness.
He looked at the sky absentmindedly, casually applying handsanitizer, as he thought. Calling in Kiel was the most drastic measure sthat he could do. Kiel had a wide array of skills at its disposal, and was highly useful as the trio's 'problem solver,' but if it decided to show off its powers, it would defeinitely be seen as a threat... Asri didn't want that. Kiel was usually only a threat if it was fighting for Syl's safety...
What to do? thought Asri to himself. Should I contact Kiel? No, it's not needed. Kiel's already watching us from above, hidden somewhere where no one but Syl and I can find it...
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Post by Trace on Oct 21, 2009 13:54:33 GMT -5
Rosa continued to kneel on top of the building, out of sight of the residents. She could easily hear the topic, and as such was interested in what they had to say. Rosa would have liked nothing more than to get herself involved with them, to talk to the friends she had made since she had returned to Animus, but that was not her immediate concern. Rosa had a job to do and that meant only doing what was necessary. If the residents came up with a beneficial idea then she would lend her thoughts and considerable talents to their task. Otherwise she would do it herself.
Anything to avert the disaster that this psycho bomber may cause, anything to avoid waking it...
< *** >
Maz sensed the spell in work before the girl appeared in the catacombs below them. He was still tethered to the magic in the church and as such he was sensitive to any spell being cast in the nearby area. The fact that this was just a little girl startled Maz, she must have some kind of natural magical knowledge, like he himself had at her age.
"We have company." Maz noted, causing both himself and Viscum to turn around as the young girl entered.
"What're you two doing?"
Viscum and Maz immediately noted that this girl didn't belong here, at least not now. She was from a different time, a different era. What made it worse though, was that they recognized her.
"You..." Viscum said softly. "How did you get here? Why are you here?"
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Post by Selice on Oct 21, 2009 15:13:15 GMT -5
Most interesting. And you say that there are no leads as of yet to the bombers identity. I think I might visit the bombed areas. Veronica, could you perhaps point me in the correct direction? Selice whispered softly. She wanted to see the devastated area. Sometimes, a site held enough residual energy after something so negative happened that she could pick up on what had happened, almost like a slide-show running through her head. Selice freed her wings and flapped them a few times, jumping into the air and hovering there, waiting for Veronica to point her to the bomb sites.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 21, 2009 20:50:14 GMT -5
Veronica turned her head up the street and said, "It should be about two blocks up, along Gillespie Avenue. The site was once the Admiral Hotel. Let me go with you.".
<***> "How did you get here? Why are you here?"
The girl couldn't help but giggle at the sound of Viscum's tone. Shrugging her shoulders, she replied, "I dunno what I'm doing. I'm just looking for my mom and my dad, if he's around.".
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Post by maliciousmatt on Oct 22, 2009 2:00:26 GMT -5
The sound of thick blood slapping against the solid concrete ground echoed throughout the warehouse. A tall muscular man bounced around, humming a hysterically happy tune as he did. Another figure could also be seen, a mindless, who was tied to a chair and being beaten to a disgusting pulp, literally. Mr. Psycho hit the mindless in the face again with his crowbar, buckets of the crimson fluid pumped out of the mindless’s head. The bald fiend was getting ready to hit his victim once more but he suddenly stopped. He dropped his crowbar and looked at his wrist as if a watch should be there; he smiled sharply then skipped towards the door. “Quitting time folks.” He sung happily then picked up an overly big tuxedo shirt and a suitcase. He marched quickly out of the warehouse, and down the street. His eyes flicked to every moving object, analyzing and studying everything that passed his vision. Mr. Psycho’s march suddenly stopped in front of a house that was painted with aggravatingly bright colors, he ripped the mailbox out of the ground as he proceeded to the yellow door. He opened it silently then snuck on his tip toes towards the kitchen/dining area, and then he slammed the mailbox on the table. “Honey I’m home!!” He screamed in a window shattering tone, his smile ripping from ear to ear. A mindless woman was hanging above the kitchen sink; the thick rope was ripping into her neck, blood flowed from her wound and into the sink. Her body was completely lifeless as she slowly swung from left to right. Mr. Psycho was now comfortably sat at the dining room table; he spoke rapidly of his days work. “… Bill was late as usual so as the boss I had to take care of him, it’s not a pretty thing to do, so it has to be done away from the rest of the workers…” The body made the house groan in agreement as it swung from side to side. “… Because a happy work space equals happy workers babe, you should remember that, aspire to it and quietly wish that you could be a work hero like your loving husband. But just remember that it will never happen…” Mr. Psycho hysterically laughed, when he finished silence consumed the air. “Where’s dinner?” he asked in pure excitement. The body just slowly swung in a depressing rhythm. “No dinner?! I’m sick of this!! I work all day, and all you have to do is provide me with a meal at the end of the day! That is all I ask for!! I want another divorce!!” He screamed as he giggled insanely. Mr. Psycho excused himself from the table, “I’m going out… and I don’t know when I’ll be back!!” He yelled angrily, he approached the front door which he power kicked. The door flew off of its hinges and planted itself firmly into the side of a nearby tree. Mr. Psycho began to whistle as he finally escaped his house and met the sidewalk. He walked down the street.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 22, 2009 2:16:17 GMT -5
Tommy was looking uncomfortably from one member of the group to the other, nervously scratching at his arm. It started to go red, then the skin started to flake away, he looked down and realized he should stop. He had smoked all his blunt right down to his end, it was after the second or third time burning his lips that he'd taken it into account and flicked it away. "You people are all so strange.. YOU PEOPLE ARE ALL SO FUCKING STRANGE!" Tommy was breathing hard, "You're all a load of piss!" Tommy hocked back some fleghm and spat on the ground. "I'm out this bitch right now!" And with that he sprinted full speed down the street laughing, though with a hint of terror in it. Knocking over a trash can, a mindless aproached him and tried to get him to pick it back up. The mindless made his first mistake by trying to talk to Tommy in this state, his second was grabbing his shoulders when Tommy tried to keep running. Tommy slowly turned to face him, grabbed the mindless by the shoulders and lifted him off the ground. Staring deep into his eyes, the mindless was experiencing horror in its truest form, Tommy smiled and like a freight train forced his head into that of the mindless'.
With the mindless flat on his back, a large dent into his forehead and blood flowing freely from the gash and broken skull Tommy sat down cross legged and started to feast. The mindless stirred as Tommy had disposed of his legs from the knees down, the mindless started to scream. Like a suprised beast Tommy's eyes fdarted up to his face and with one fluid motion Tommy's jaws clasped around his throat his carved broken teeth sinking into his jugular.
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Post by Selice on Oct 22, 2009 9:54:36 GMT -5
Selice stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Tommy. You shall stop this instant she whispered, her inner voice growing hostile and ethereal. Selice drew forth her cricket bat, which changed into her large scythe as she held it out towards Tommy. Drop him, or I shall take your head from your shoulders" Selice flew over to the mindless and removed her glove, reaching down to quickly end his pain. She righted herself and glared at Tommy. "As I said before, leave. If you value your life, you will leave now".
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 22, 2009 10:36:29 GMT -5
It had scared Veronica that she had grown used to Tommy and Psycho's antics. Walking slowly behind Selice, she said, "Heed her words, Tommy. Don't you remember what happened with Sorazen?".
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 22, 2009 12:55:09 GMT -5
Tommy was in no postition to be told or ordered what to do. "What do you you think I was TRYING to do" Tommy spat out between mouthfuls, then grinning with flesh stuck between his teeth. "I run away away from you people who call yourselves my freinds and this is what happens! I don't think we can be friends any more! ANY OF US!" Plunging his fist into the mindless' chest and ripping forth his heart, devouring it quickly before jumping to hia feet and running off again, holding the mindless by the hand dangling in mid air as Tommy raced further away from the group. Oh were can I find some TRUE friends?.." "Oh my dear Tommy, I'm always here and you know that, I'm always going to be your friend no matter what. Afterall we go together like your feet and socks." Tommy enjoyed his voices he didn't know why he would ever want rid of them, he smiled happily to himself s he ran, unnaturally fast.
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Post by cyansky on Oct 22, 2009 19:43:53 GMT -5
Asri sighed and walked up to Selice and Veronica, temporarily leaving Syl with the white-eyed man, who he recognized as a spiritual being... A species that he was well-acquainted with in the past. Dear Luisine... could the past come back to haunt him any more than it already had?
"And now you know one reason why I hate insane clowns like that," said Asri wearily, "just recently, I tried to give him advice on getting friends, but I'm afraid it hasn't quite sunk in. I'm not sure even if he remembers me giving him advice to begin with..."
He sighed once more and turned to Veronica, looked at her straight in the eye, with a concerned expression on his face.
"I'm curious though... and I'm sorry for changing the subject so abruptly, but... what do you know of the bombings?" he asked, "I mean, about who's behind all of this... and why..."
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Geinkotsu
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Post by Geinkotsu on Oct 22, 2009 20:45:47 GMT -5
Zachery watched the scene be displayed in front of them as the mad clown killed the innocent mindless and ran off. Strange people they were, it reminded him of a few people he use to know in the human’s village. But it didn’t disrupt his calm mind, though he did feel a small tinge of sorrow for the person. He couldn’t defend himself, or much know what was coming. “You probably don’t want my opinion, but I’d say the bomber was after something in particular.” he said, ignoring the entire ordeal of the killing as if it hadn’t happened. “But I suppose you already knew that. I suggest we should search the bombing sites and collect the history of the places. Perhaps we can narrow down the list of possibilities of culprits and reasons and get some answers.” Zachery was leaning to one side with his hand in his jean pockets, watching the two. However, his eyes drifted to the bloody spot on the pavement. Such a mess. Even though he seemed cold-hearted, his actions could always tell one that he cared. He was strange that way, but perhaps in time he would be able to warm up to others and become more sociable.
“Though I suppose you wouldn’t take the word of a stranger who doesn’t know much of this trapped of city.” he said and fell silent. He didn’t care if they listened to him or not, it was their decision.
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