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Post by Trace on Apr 25, 2009 12:52:21 GMT -5
We keep a close eye on this clown, and kill him if we get the chance.
Trace didn't answer the voice's demands, but he wasn't going to take this clown lightly. He looked down at his wrist, the blood had stopped, and his flesh had already regenerated. His wrist looked as good as new. Trace walked up beside Johnny, and talked quietly, to ensure nobody else could hear.
"You've not got a clue where we are going, do you?"
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Post by Tig on Apr 25, 2009 14:41:16 GMT -5
Anya stared at the group, it wasn't a good idea to go with the clown, he looked no worse than the crazies they fought previously. Maybe he was worse, she smelt blood on him, only the scent didn't make her wnat to attack him, instead, it made her cautious. She could tell when the bloodshed was caused by violence, it had a particular scent, fear, death, it's taste wasn't good either. Blood from an innocent, or willingly offered was a much better treat. She trotted after the others, she couldn't help but think it was a terrible idea.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Apr 25, 2009 23:05:08 GMT -5
Dissapointed that there will be no faygo anyttime soon and seeing that I just do not posess the leadership skills to have these people trust me.. yet.
"I still think we should head to the mall as there is no better ideas...." "Quiet, you'll get your chance to have your say and the respect that follows suit. Just be patient.."
I've never liked being patient, I'm a here and now person! But like always more often than not the voices know best in their own aggrivating way.
I couldn't quite put my finger on why they didn't fully trust me? Or if they didn't at all? Paranoia's a bitch....
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 26, 2009 2:18:34 GMT -5
"I think its best if we looked for the Black Goat.", Johnny said as he lit a cigarette. "I don't see any manholes around here and the closest one we found was right by the school, so I reckon we head there."
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Post by sacredrapture on Apr 26, 2009 2:31:13 GMT -5
Myzrael spotted them from the air. He sensed that Zealot had dissipated. Arqus was out of his hair, for now.
He landed, and his wings disappeared. 'Hello again'. He said, showing a small smile at all of them. 'What has been happening?'
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 26, 2009 3:50:02 GMT -5
Johnny pulled the cigarette away from his lips and said, "That's what were trying to figure out."
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Post by Trace on Apr 26, 2009 4:19:19 GMT -5
Trace stared at this new arrival. He seemed calmer than the Clown that seemed to have joined them, but that didn't mean he was going to be any easier to be around.
"If you want to join us, you may as well. We seem to have taken on an open door policy."
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 26, 2009 4:41:06 GMT -5
Johnny flicked off his cigarette as they approached the school. Looking at the ruins, the scattered remains of what the school used to be, Johnny turned to Myzrael, he asked, sarcastically, "I reckon you're quite proud of this, aren't you?"
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Post by Trace on Apr 26, 2009 4:48:10 GMT -5
Trace looked at the ruins with a grin across his face. This disaster zone was, in short, incredible.
Somebody's got some power if they did this.
"What in the world happened here?"
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 26, 2009 5:12:38 GMT -5
Johnny replied, "The Black Goat... That guy we met in the sewer, he unleashed some crazies from the local nut house. This is what happened, due in part to Myzrael choosing to blow everything up." Johnny turned his head and approached what was left of the front door.
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Chains
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Post by Chains on Apr 26, 2009 5:15:29 GMT -5
What's not to be proud of, Chains answered in Johnny's mind. Take a long look around you, my naive friend. You see a smoldering school rotting in the ashes of a doomed building. DO you know what I see? I see a lie brought low. A school? A school for what, for who? The mindless? The shells? The wandering husks that come lurching up from the sanitarium. Everything's connected, Johnny. Take a look in the mirror. You see yourself as you have known yourself since you woke up. Do you know what I see? I see the you that's lurking beneath your facade of careful-protector, devout guardian. Facades. Look at all of you. Her he swiveled Johnny's conscious to take in Anya. Hiding behind her lineage, adopting a sense of self control. Him Again, that movement of awareness to consider Trace, Hiding in his mind, that one. And this one? This one, Chains let a smile bleed through onto the words as he studied the newest addition. The so called clown. This one wears insanity like it's his own personal suit of armor. And your silly little minds react to his drivel and his amateur violence like it's something to be feared. Want a hint, Johnny? Want a word of friendly advice? The individuals that are to be watched and feared, are those that are insane and don't even know it. Those are the ones that are deadly. Ever wonder what it would be like, Johnny? To be insane and not even know it? To wake up and not even know it? I assume it is a wonderful, glorious thing. But this clown, he un-nerves you. Make your hearts thud a little faster with uneasiness. And I can't have that now. Not when we are so close to the truth. And so, I come to protect my interests. Through the mental connection, it was only Johnny who had warning of Chains' approach as the Clockwork Angel ghosted up from the darkness of the school's rubble. It was impossible to tell if he had been there all along, or if he had somehow eased around them unseen only to confront them now as they stared at the ruins. As it was, he drifted into view moving with his sinuous, effortless grace, and graced all those assembled with his most disarming smile. "Well I'll be damned," he said easily. "I hadn't even hoped to see most of you alive again. But it seems that the city is more merciful than I expected, and here you are and here I stand once again. I do apologize for my previous behavior. For me to attack you like that? This place does strange things to one such as me. But that is behind us now. Abandoned the aerial escape plans I take it. Is there any strategy behind this gathering or are you simply drifting where the wind and the blood tell you to go?"
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Post by Trace on Apr 26, 2009 5:21:18 GMT -5
Him again. The one who provides so much entertainment.
"You'd have to ask Johnny about our strategy. I got bored of planning things out. Right now, I'm just itching for a fight, and one always seems to find me when I'm near you people."
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Chains
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Post by Chains on Apr 26, 2009 5:25:12 GMT -5
"Then by all means, take your pick. I'm sure they won't begrude you one. They're all wound up like clocks: the humans especially." Chains had never stopped smiling. He looked almost benign as he inclined his head to where Veronica stood amongst the rest. "If you wish to create a spark, choose her. That will provide much blood-filled spectacle for us all. I will be sure to give pointers. And to savor the efforts."
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Post by Trace on Apr 26, 2009 5:29:22 GMT -5
Chains wasn't wrong about them being wound up, Trace could smell the tension on them. It seemed to him that it took a special kind of crazy to enjoy the situation they had been placed in.
"I don't think Johnny would be too happy about that. He's very protective of that girl."
We all know why that is of course.
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 26, 2009 5:31:14 GMT -5
Johnny shuddered at the very sight of Chains. "You again.", was all he said as he turned away from the group and lit another cigarette.
Maybe I'm not going crazy.
How could I be?
Chains is just playing mind games.
How could he?
He's over there.
Standing right across me with that wicked smile on his face.
How could he haunt me?
Why would he want me?
What have I done?
What haven't I done?
What doesn't he know?
... God damn it, Johnny... Control yourself. You know better than this.
You're just scared.
You're doubtful.
You don't wanna hurt Veronica, man... And that's all it is.
"If you wish to create a spark, choose her. That will provide much blood-filled spectacle for us all. I will be sure to give pointers. And to savor the efforts."
Johnny turned back and got right before Chains and said, sternly. "Don't you dare."
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