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Post by kaybeezy on Oct 22, 2009 23:45:46 GMT -5
Chrystabelle barely glimpsed the gruesome scene before turning abruptly towards Syl and Zachery, shuttering slightly. That was definitely not the kind of street performing she'd expect from any kind of clown, and did not add to her low opinion of them. None of her experiences with them had ever been very heartwarming.
She listened to Zachery intently, nodding as he spoke. His plan made a lot of sense, and his slight antisocial tendencies were almost endearing. "Let's do it!" She said enthusiastically, eyes shining at the chance to be like a detective in novel. She smiled at Syl. "Won't it be fun, to look for clues and solve the mystery?" She asked, hoping to entice him with the positive aspects so that it'd overlook the negative. The truth was, even if they did find every clue in Animus, they were going against a violent, destructive sociopath, and there wasn't anything positive about that.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 23, 2009 0:34:05 GMT -5
Veronica listened to Zachary and Chrystabelle as she formed her thoughts over Asri's question. She felt as if to find the mystery to all this, then she would have to propel herself, and probably Johnny back into leading roles. Johnny had done it before, but having all these people come up to her was something else.
"I don't think he's after something, really.", Veronica spoke. "Because if he were, he would have made it clear by now. No, I think there's something else. Perhaps something more noble, as twisted as it sounds. He seen us look for him, he was there when we fought those robots he unleashed... He knows we want answers. The question really is how do we find him, or better yet, how do we make him come to us? Just as we learned from the Black Goat, we can search and search and search, but no matter how long or how hard we search, he is not going to show himself until he's ready...".
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Post by Selice on Oct 23, 2009 5:47:43 GMT -5
Selice sighed as the clown fled. She was going to have to keep an eye on him, for the people's sake. She allowed her large scythe to return to it's cricket bat cover and she carefully re-strapped it to her back. I am off to see the bomb sites. If you wish, you may come with me. If not, it was a pleasure to meet you Selice whispered to all of the people in the group. Selice turned and ran full speed for a few feet, jumped into the air and took wing, flying off at break-neck speeds toward the area Veronica had told her of.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Oct 23, 2009 6:46:24 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho strutted down the street, his black and white dress shoes matching perfectly with his pants. He is a picture of sophistication. As he struts he uses a bloody sledgehammer as his walking stick, to add to his level of elegance. His scarred muscular body screams as if it has a story to tell, this can all be vividly seen because he wears no shirt. Mr. Psycho hums a happy tune to himself, but is interrupted as he sees a bunch of familiar faces. “Hello V-Baby and J-Dawg!” he yells as he waves to Veronica and Johnny, this welcome is followed by a hysterical laughter. A laughter that warns people of the deeds this creature has committed. The echo within his laughter can be seen as the fire which has consumed screaming souls. He finally approaches the whole group, “Wow, we have new additions to our family... Johnny did I not tell you to keep it in your pants my frisky friend?” Mr. Psycho gestures to the faces he does not recognize, this is quickly followed by an over exaggerated wink aimed at Johnny. And it is all topped off by his sharpest smile, a smile that could skin a innocent being.
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Post by Trace on Oct 23, 2009 9:15:09 GMT -5
Rosa had spent the past several minutes observing the group from afar, monitoring the situation. Nobody seemed to be able to make a definitive decision on what was going on and she herself didn't know whether listening in would achieve anything. Then she saw it, the girl flying off to the bomb site.
"Finally, someone who can take the bull by the horns." Rosa said with a smile as she channeled magic into her body, causing flames to circle her body. It would take a lot of magic but Rosa knew how to handle this spell, she'd used it enough times. Suddenly two flaming wings erupted from her back and she took flight at lighting fast speed towards the bomb site.
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"I dunno what I'm doing. I'm just looking for my mom and my dad, if he's around."
"They look so alike, I guess it must work that way then." Maz said, his eyes focused on the young girl in front of them. His statement only got a nod from Viscum, whose worried expression was clear to anyone that was present at the time.
Both of them could tell it wasn't her, the original. This young girl looked the same, remarkably the same, but there was some small differences. Her aura was different, which easily gave her away to Viscum, and the magic she had used to come back to this time meant that Maz could easily trace it back to her original time, which was too far away to ever be the original.
"You shouldn't be here, it isn't safe." Maz spoke to the girl, his face deadly serious.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 23, 2009 11:54:59 GMT -5
"Where am I supposed to go then?", the girl asked as she took a seat on the steps that led to the altar. "I don't even know how I got here. I was flipping through my mommy's books, and before I knew it, I was here."
Looking at the two before her, she quickly changed the subject and asked, "What'cha doing?".
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Johnny was still pretty unnerved by Mr. Psycho's presence; for the life of him, he just couldn't get a grip over why Veronica trusted him, let alone amused him. Girl trusts too much and too easily.
Johnny shot Mr. Psycho a smile and said, "I'm hardly busy, friend, but even when I'm busy, I don't do much.".
Veronica turned her head and nodded to Mr. Psycho, acknowledging his presence. A part of her wanted to follow Seliece, but still, she'd rather find a way have the bomber come to them. Turning towards the group, she placed her arms on her hips and said, "I have an idea... Let's trace Soloman. While I still doubt we won't see him until he chooses to come to us, I think a little sniffing around wouldn't hurt. What's important is that we find something to pick up on, that should lead us straight to him. So, who's with me?".
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Post by Geinkotsu on Oct 23, 2009 12:40:48 GMT -5
Zachery watched Selice fly off, one less in the group. But he could easily sense the presence of fire, seeing a flicker of flamed wings fly through the sky. It bemused him slightly, he had never thought of using fire for wings. Even as he had the thought of it in his mind, he returned to the current conversation, ignoring Mr. Psycho’s comment. It disgusted him that he would be considered their child, they were but humans. “If we are looking for bait, we should either find something in common with the bombing sites, or we could try and find what he is interested in. Either way it will lead to the other.” he said, for a moment sounding like a strange poet, but not purposely. And he completely ignored the fact, “Seems you have a name, you should start off with that. Perhaps we should have three groups. One for Bomb Site A, another for Bomb Site B, and the last for the library. We might be able to find a fragment of information this way. I’m not a fan of the day or missing any fighting. So you would have to choose for me if we were to split up. We should decide quickly though, I’m sure it would only take longer if we stand here jus-” Zachery fell silent in middle of his sentence, feeling something familiar. It was an aura of someone walking around downtown, an unmistakable yet eerie one. He was here in the city, how come he had not noticed this earlier?
“Kankure Namurei….” he whispered, barely audible and hard to hear. That man was in the same city, the bastard who had destroyed his village and most likely destroyed him and sent him here. But there was something different with his aura, as if a large chunk was missing, leaving it weak and hard to trace. Zachery’s demeanor seemed to change, as if he were ready to run off at any second and take Kankure’s life. A murderous intent, a hatred that one could gain over the years of bad pasts and mistakes. It was strange for Zachery to act this way, fidgety and shifty as he stared down the street with narrowed eyes, a boiling hatred that could easily consume ones action. This change was apparent and easy to see; he was uncomfortable and held a sort of fear hollowed inside him. His sluggish, uncaring, emotionless act had disappeared as if it was never there to begin with. Leaving an agitated, ready to run Zachery. This wasn’t the mind of a rational, quick acting, trapping sort of teenager. This was one of a severely hurt kid with a past killer to haunt him like the boogey-man underneath the bed at night.
However so, he continued to speak the last fraction of his sentence. “As I was saying…. We shouldn’t stand here just talking.” he said, his voice was low and irritated. He wasn’t able to be himself knowing that Kankure was here in the city… what if something like Nahalia happened again? Truthfully, it scared the hell out of Zachery.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Oct 23, 2009 19:35:35 GMT -5
Mr. Psycho laughed long and hard at Johnny’s comment, “You tickle me in places that should be illegal Johnny-boy!” he said then giggled like a high school cheerleader. He then watched as one of the members of the group flew off, with fiery wing. It reminded Mr. Psycho of fireworks. “Okay people, I know that you love me... but fireworks? Oh I feel so spoilt!” He said, adding over exaggerated hand gestures to every word that crawled out of his mouth. His attention turned towards Zachery. “Whitey here has a point... We shouldn’t just stand here talking; we should at least have a tea party or something...” He said with a big cheesy smile slapped across his face, “We could have a Mexican party; we all wear sombreros and we go around beating up Mindless with sticks! Everyone could join in! No one would be left out!” Mr. Psycho hysterically laughed, his laughter mimicking the sound of torture and chaos.
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Post by cyansky on Oct 24, 2009 0:05:19 GMT -5
Syl was miffed at the silver-eyed man ignoring it, but due to to there being issues more important than introductions, it decided to let it slide this time.
It watched the conversation with little interest, yawning throughout. Booorrriiinnnnggg. We're not getting anywhere. Syl was odd in that way - the action that most found entertaining, it found boring. Mostly because it simply didn't care. The bombing was just one building, and none of its friends had perished in the blast. Well one would think that Syl would be afraid that the man could attack again and that it would be wise to stop but... Bah...
I'm not needed, thought Syl, so I may as well leave. Kiel's watching this anyway so there is no need of my presence... it probably sent a spy here when it noticed the residents congregating here, knowing that when we get together, there's bound to be some grand adventure... The others... they can handle the bomber on their own. They don't need me.
Syl slipped back into the depths of the city, without anyone noticing it. Upon sensing Kure within range, it immediately gravitated towards him, trying to find some peace in this chaotic city. His location was vague, and Syl knew that it would woudl not be guaranteed to find him, but he was a better alternative than this merry little concregation here.
Asri, meanwhile had also drifted away from the group, and was gone even efore Mr. Psycho showed up. He disappeared back into the shadows of the city, also unnoticed. Unbenownst to anyone, he was using Kiel's intel to guide himself to the bomb site. It was the link they shared that permitted this... for Asri to be able to be given access to Kiel's information banks. Considering that Asri couldn't fight well on his own, and that he didn't want to show off the power granted to him by his curse, he thought that it would be best if he was not in the thick of the action. He might as well stay behind and watch from a safer place, lending his assistance as a medic as necessary... Although he was only decent at dealing with physical wounds.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 24, 2009 15:08:49 GMT -5
"I'm a full blooded Latino.", Johnny said to Mr. Psycho. "Like hell were beatin' anyone with sticks, man.".
Johnny motioned several steps away from the group and lit a cigarette. He didn't want Veronica or the baby taking in the smoke. Even through she didn't say anything to Tommy when he was smoking that joint, even though he knew she was cool with it, man couldn't do it.
Veronica motioned towards the bombsite and looked at the group, saying, "It wouldn't hurt to give it a look.".
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Post by Geinkotsu on Oct 24, 2009 20:47:30 GMT -5
Zachery was completely disgusted with Mr. Psycho, which was a true accomplishment since he was rarely phased by anything. “Would you keep your gruesome comments locked away in your head? I don’t need the mental image of you in a sombrero, skipping down the street and whacking random people’s heads in with a stick.” He said, a bit more coldly then intended. He then followed Veronica, not wanting to be near Mr. Psycho.
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: : Downtown near the tea shop a few blocks from the park : :
Kankure walked down the street, wearing the same type of cloths from the first time he came here. His white hair astray across his shoulders as light winds blew down the streets. It was always so quiet and eerie in the city, making one wonder if it was really all that inhabited. The skies were fairly clear today, the air a warm temperature and there wasn’t any type of disturbances just yet. The day was empty for now, nothing to do but relax or occupy yourself with work. Kankure folded his arms, wrapping his Haori around him in the process. He found the to be comfortable, more so than average clothing could be. It was strange for most people to wear such garments, but he found it to be normal, and it was a bit of a habit as well. Even though he picked through cloths at stores, the only type that would peak his interest were Chinese or Japanese clothing.
He stopped at the familiar green bricked tea shop, opening the door and letting himself in. Kankure said hello to the woman behind the counter and asked for some tea. She turned around and took out a brown rigged cup that he preferred, and poured hot water in it, spilling in some sugar and herbs. She then put it on the counter and continued her work like a zombie. Kankure thanked her, and sat down at one of the tables, placing the tea cup on his left palm and shielding the right side with his right hand. It was an odd way of drinking tea, but he preferred it that way. He took a sip and put the cup down, tracing his finger tips on the small carved lines in the cup.
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Post by Selice on Oct 24, 2009 20:57:26 GMT -5
Selice found the bomb site easily and landed quickly. She knelt down in the center of the area and closed her eyes, taking in all of the pain and anguish that still surrounded the site. Her brows furrowed and she broke down into tears. She could feel every death as if she had been caught in the explosion herself. Selice wrapped her arms around her shaking frame, trying to calm herself. After some time had passed she finally stopped crying. She slowly opened her eyes which were glowing a deep silver color, burning with anger over the person who had dared commit this crime.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Oct 24, 2009 23:59:36 GMT -5
“Why? Because you’re threatened by how sexy it would be?! I know you want me! It’s only a matter of time!!” Mr. Psycho screamed at Zachary as he left with Veronica, he then proceeded to laugh hysterically. “Man, I am truly hilarious; I could easily be a comedian” Mr. Psycho wipes a fake tear away from his left eye, he then spins on his heel so he is facing in Johnny’s direction, “What do you get when you dislocate a dead baby's jaw?” He yells out at Johnny, he then waits three seconds and quickly answers his own joke “Deep Throat!” This disgusting joke is followed by Mr. Psycho grabbing his stomach as he laughs even harder than before.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 25, 2009 0:21:53 GMT -5
Tommy dropped yet another mindless to the ground with a solid punch to the face, his fist punching through his face, brain matter spurting out the back as it dripped from his closed fingers. With one fluid motion Tommy jerked his arm back through his fist smearing the flesh around his mouth. His eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
The mindless were running wild, screaming for their lives, begging for mercy. Tommy nonchalantly looked up and smiled to them his teeth showing, blood dripping from them. Tommy stopped smiling though, a small pain was forming in his lower intestines, he groaned as he held them. Bent over looking as though he was going to hurl. Tommy made gagging sounds, and just as he was going to throw up a hole ripped in his pants as a figure viciously crawled its way out of Tommy's anus. Tommy was screaming in pain. With a wet slap the figure landed on the ground in a fetal position, Tommy curiously approached it bending over to look at it closer. It started to uncurl, sticky strands of purple gunk drooping from it, it rose to its feet it was the same height as Tommy. Both figures just looked at eachother, circling, inspecting. They both laughed.
The figure shook like a wet dog, the gunk instantly flying away and leaving the figure clean as if it had never been on in the first place. It offered its hand, Tommy took it and shook gingerly. "I am Mr. Happy, I imagine you already know that. For I am that little voice that tells you what to do.." Mr. Happy hugged Tommy lovingly. Tommy returned the love by wrapping his bloody arms around him. They let go of eachother, Tommy didn't need to ask if Mr.Happy wanted to join in on what he was doing, if anything Mr.Happy should be asking Tommy. They both looked at the mindless that had gathered around to see the spectacle, then to eachother nodded and lunged at them tearing them apart with shared blood lust.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 25, 2009 0:29:59 GMT -5
Johnny pulled the cigarette away from his lips and pat Mr. Psycho on the shoulder, saying, "You're a strange fella, friend. You're a strange fella.".
Johnny takes Mr. Psycho and wraps his arm around his neck, pulling the bastard in close to him. "I'll tell you a story, man. One day, there was this young bull and an old bull, and they were standing on top of this hill, right. And there both lookin' out over a pasture full of cows, and I'm talking about a whole fuckin' pasture." Johnny brought the cigarette to his lips and took a long drag, before pulling it away and continuing. "So, the young bull, he turns to old bull and goes, 'Lets run down that hill and fuck one of those cows.'. And the old bull, dude, the guy's just sitting there, paying half attention to this kid, until finally, he turns to him and goes, 'No. We're not gonna run down this hill and fuck one of those cows... We're gonna run down that hill and fuck all of those cows!.". Johnny began to laugh, it was almost freaky, "So kid, you get the gyst of the story?".
Approaching the bombsite, Veronica turned to Johnny and My Psycho' hearing the ruckus, she asked, "What's going on?".
"I just decided to tell him a story, Roth." Johnny replied as he looked at Mr. Psycho. "One I hope he gets and not in the wrong way.".
Veronica nodded before turning away towards the bombsite. Slowly, she approached Seliced and waved Zachary her way. "What's the matter?", Veronica asked.
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