Fantasy ABC's of Death

[BluEndings]

Eth stood idly lapping up air like a thirsty animal. The more he took in the less he felt on the brink of collapse. Something was definitely wrong, and chances were it had little to do with stew. Rolling up his sleeves and exposing his ankles, he began a search for any incisions that may have decorated his skin. Had a venom managed to enter his blood things might make a bit more sense, but the thought was too convenient for a rational hope. The chances of him finding out about this now seemed slim considering his careful examination of fauna in the region, but the possibility of an insect or other such minuscule organisms could remain plausible. Despite his methodical search, for out of place impressions, he found nothing out of the ordinary. As unfortunate as it was, there were few other options to turn to. As a last resort he would have to attempt a different approach. So he pulled out his knife and ran the sharp edge along his tongue until blood began to well up. Then he downed the metallic substance and scrapped his tongue against his teeth to allow additional drops to dribble down his throat.

His entire body froze.

I didn't just do that did I? I did... but... what the hell...?

Willing desperately for his right hand to intercept his left, Eth began to realize a serious inconsistency in his actions. His body wasn't frozen. He was sending mix messages, and it was starting to become difficult to distinguish his true intent. His left hand drove the blade into his right, but quickly pulled out before going too deep. He forced back the pain by biting down on his already sliced tongue causing it to bleed more. Lurching back against a tree he slid down until he was sitting vigilantly. To his dismay, his left hand had not ceased grasping the knife, but at the very least was now resting to his side. He couldn't bring himself to stand. It was as if he were bound to the ground by some alien force. His legs would not budge.

"Seems we're at an impasse," Eth chuckled between breaths. "So what is this then? Have I succumbed to insanity?"

"That would lame," He chided and raised his bleeding hand to his eyes.

After scoffing briefly, he tore off some cloth from his loose clothes and wrapped it around tightly. Putting his hand against the tree behind him, Eth pulled himself off the ground. His pants were totally wasted in mud and general gunk. This trip had been a bust. The stress must've been getting to him. It didn't help a rampant buzzing was now scratching at the inside of his mind. Maybe he really was losing it. Either way, he hesitantly spat out the remaining blood held within his mouth and, after staring at it for a moment, set off.

As the forest of trees he had just been at faded away, Eth pondered over the events that had transpired. His hand was proof enough it had happened. It had happened. All of it had. The buzzing hadn't gone away either, but it was fading the farther he got away from that spot. Perhaps this was his instinct materializing through comprehensible means. It was about time he left that place. No, it was well past that.

He stopped.

Where... am I going...?

Eth's gaze leaped from thing to thing. He hadn't the faintest idea where he was. It was just like his luck today for him to bumble around and get lost.

I'm not lost... wait... I'm not?

He rested his hand on his forehead.

Is this heatstroke...or something?

Instinct had taken him this far, so what harm could it do to give it the benefit of the doubt?


Apparently it could do a lot of harm.

Eth had arrived at a warehouse, and the first thing he saw was a person blow through a wall with a punch. The logical thing to do would be to turn around and leave. So he was greatly concerned as to why he was prancing on in as if everything was hunky-dory. Carefully, he inched around the one he saw obliterate the wall giving them a nervous smile and complimentary wave. Though, after thinking about it the smile might not look as friendly as he intended. Whatever, he was inside now and there was no changing it. That was probably the worst move he had ever made as a hunter. This had trap written all over it.

He examined his surroundings carefully. There were several people here other then himself. Some looked dangerous. Others looked like your average person. He would do his best to fit in, but that didn't seem likely. His hand had yet to give up on gripping his knife too, so that probably didn't help.

Most concerning were the individuals up above the rest. It seemed they had a hunter's intuition.

Clever, just what are you playing at?

Eth followed the gaze of the man until... Oh... Uh... He looked away and coughed into his hand.

This man was a different kind of hunter entirely...

 

[Kiroshiven]

Armenia & Valdan

"Binoculars, First Aid Kit, canned foods, ten magazines for the colt, 72 extra bullets for the magnum, shovel..." Armenia was going down the list of things she was brining along on this journey that Valdan was constantly berating her about going on. Ever since she'd fought for control, and won somehow, she'd been trying to go on living her normal life. But every time she spoke with someone Valdan would constantly push for her to kill them. It was infuriating to say the least. Add in the fact that when she FINALLY made it home, he started berating her about going on some epic quest. To shut him up, she decided she'd at least pack up stuff and leave the mountain. Though it was partially so she wouldn't have to listen to this reaper telling her to kill her mother and father, countless times. "I get it Vladan! SHUT UP!" She snarled as she threw the pack onto her shoulder. It wasn't TOO heavy, nor too light. Armenia had gotten quite use to this kind of thing years ago.

"You waste so much time packing extra bullets. I've told you already, if there's a weapon that has ever been used in war, it is YOURS to wield." Valdan grumbled at the stubbornness of his vessel. She was impressive when it came to combat skills and constantly changing how she was going to proceed, but this was ridiculous. "Also, you already have ten ghost soldiers that can lug this stuff around for you. Why carry it yourself?"

"I'm not some queen Valdan, I'm just me. So I will do this MYSELF." She huffed as she opened the door to only be greeted by her mother. Her seemingly natural long flowing green hair hanging down to her hips. "Mom, what a surprise. You're back from your scavenging."

"I am. But you seem to be going on your own mission."

"Yeah. I'm just going to head out and look for new ruins. We're starting to use up what's immediately around, so I figured better go while I can."

"That's my girl." Her mom smiled, but Armenia just felt like she was a terrible person for lying to her mom. "Armenia, you know that your father and I love you. Right?" Armenia seemed a bit confused by the question. "So, when we say that we're doing things for your best interest you trust us, right?" Armenia already didn't like where this was going. "So, you know how your father's getting on in years and, well, the village doesn't like the idea of you taking over."

"Only because they compare me to you and dad!" She hissed back to her, tightening her grip onto her pack. Her gut was right on the money about where this was going.

"So we've decided that you should get married to Volz." Armenia's mother dropped the news onto her daughter's shoulder without a HINT of regret. "He's a strong up and comer within our village and has the respect of everyone in the village."

"Don't care. I know who he is and I'm NOT marrying some battle-scarred playboy." Armenia pushed past her mother and started down the stairs. She was going to ignore what her mother was talking about, except that it seemed she'd brought insurance in several armed guards blocking her exit. "So, that's how it's going to be."

"Shall we kill them?"

"Valdan, if we don't I won't get to live my life." Her eyes flashed red as blood as Valdan's power coursed through her. "So let me mow them down." Pulling out her pistols she watched as they shimmered and turned into an AK-47. "Okay, I could get used to this." She fried at the men, watching them drop as she burst out the door and ran speeding through the city. "Think you've got an explosive that can break through the face of a mountain Valdan?"

"M20 A1 B1, coming up, my vessel." The city was built in a hollowed out portion of the mountain, so one good explosive could clear an opening. Watching the assault rifle morph into a super bazooka as it seemed to be referred to from the knowledge that flooded her, Armenia couldn't help but smile. "It seems your opinion of me is improving."

"Still think you're a monstrous murderer, but you're useful." She took aim and fired the rocket into the mountain, watching the gaping hole appear. "Now to get up there."

"Grapple-Claw gun, coming up." Armenia was shocked by the simple device. "Just like the rappel gun, but better." Valdan smirked as Armenia took aim, and fired into the opening. The claw latched onto something outside and pulled her towards freedom.

"Sorry assholes, but I'm not some princess that can be married off because you don't like her. I've got my own life to live and I'll fight for it no matter what." She yelled down. "And because you've decided to treat me like property, I'll be firing several flares from this opening. Have fun with the raiders!" She called in. As soon as she had her feet on mostly solid ground, the grapple hook turned into a flare gun. She fired several rounds into the air, their lively colors flashing brilliantly in the morning. "Let's go Valdan. I've got a life to live and a world to save."

"But of course, Armenia." It was the first time that the reaper had spoken her name. Sure they still hated each other, but they were the only ones that the other could rely on at the moment.


Hours had passed since Armenia and Valdan had escaped. All the while, a buzzing noise had been guiding the pair further and further away from the mountain, but the noise was continually getting softer. "I'm presuming it's that way so that the noise doesn't incapacitate us?"

"Astute guess, and quite probable."

"Satan may be the king of evil, but he does at least show he cares." Valdan chuckled at her comment. "What's so funny?"

"The fact that you can find good within even the Devil himself."

"I like to believe that the yin yang symbol could explain that. Nothing is pure good and nothing is pure evil. If it were the case, God would have already helped us and the Devil would have given up. So needless to say, yes, I can find good in the Devil and evil in God." Armenia huffed as they walked into an abandoned city. "Guess we missed these ruins."

"Oh?" Valdan seemed intrigued. "You did mention that your mother was scavenging."

"Let's not talk about her, or my father for that matter."

"And what of Volz?"

"Speak his name again and I'll blow OUR brains out all over the desert."

"Understood, Armenia." Valdan looked to the building which had a massive hole in the side. "Go to the roof, I don't like this."

"Already beating you to it." She tried to create the grapple claw again, but it wouldn't work. "What the?"

"Twelve hours must pass between each weapon's use. So pick and choose wisely."

"The claw was best for our escape. Got a hook?" The 45 in her hand shimmered and changed to a Rappel-gun armed with a hook. "Still not sure how this is a weapon."

"Ever watched a man get shot in the crotch with one of these? I'd consider that a powerful weapon."

"Touche." She smirked as she shot the weapon before pulling herself onto the roof where she noticed a skylight. "Perfect, we can observe from up here." She pulled out her binoculars and looked inside. There were ten people there, four women, six men. From her position, even the two hiding in the rafters were plainly visible. Following the man in the rafters' eyes she noticed where he was looking. "Pervert!" She hissed to herself before pulling out her guns and creating an old school sniper rifle, the Dragunov as Valdan described it. She took aim and readied the first shot. "Can I shoot him?"

"He's another vessel, so I suggest you don't."

"But he's ogling the women like they're trophies or objects. I don't know if you listened to my speech, but..."

"I did. And that's fine. If he tries to do anything to you, I'll help you in killing him." Valdan smirked. "After all, you're MY vessel. I won't let another reaper take you from me." Valdan had been thoroughly impressed by this woman from the moment she survived his spear up until her acceptance of his power and wisdom til now, though he didn't want to admit it. She was a strong and adaptable vessel. Her worth was greater than any he'd seen throughout the history of war itself. So, NOBODY would take her from him, save madness itself. "Now, keep watch and listen. We're the eleventh to arrive. There are still two more that need to appear." Valdan's words weren't harsh like orders, but a suggestion and warning.

"Valdan, you and I are going to become good partners." Armenia smirked as she went back to watching everyone through the scope of her rifle.​

 

[AvidElmV2]

Aidan Sawyer and Shüümjlel​

"Okay. Recap." Aidan pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled, frustration obvious in his features. At the moment, he was standing in the middle of god knows where after Shüümjlel's lengthy introduction and explanation of what the hell had happened to him.. "You're telling me that not only have I been possessed by some crusade crazy ghost, but I'm also getting drafted by Satan and the Grim Reaper to fight in some supernatural war for the sake of the planet?" For awhile, there was silence, before the monotone voice of Shüümjlel echoed in his mind with the reply.

'There isn't aught supernatural about this war, Sinslay'r. Thy raceth did cause this and anon thee shall endeth-'
"Okay, another thing. You're gonna have to stop that. We speak English here."

More silence? Had he made his ghostly tag along angry? Aidan tugged on the rope in his hand, his pack mule sluggishly raising its head to feign awareness, and carried on, walking a few more miles before Shüümjlel finally spoke to him again. 'How.... Is.... This.' The Reapers had dropped their dialect for the few words spoken, as requested by Aidan, but now their words were painfully slow. It was rather obvious they were deliberately trying to antagonize him. But, at least he could understand them. "Yeah, that's perfect. Now if you could just decide on a gender instead of going with the overused demon voice thing. Y'know, where the demon has, like, thirty voices besides their own saying the exact same thing? Y'know, where it's supposed to make them mysterious and spooky but it's really just annoying? You know what I mean?" Just more silence. Aidan smirked for a moment, feeling like he'd actually accomplished something. He didn't know what, but he did and he was proud of it. "You were so happy when you found a 'gleek'r'... What changed?"

Then came... the droning. "Ugh. I know you're angry at me for being a human with a sense of humor, but this is-" Aidan was interrupted by a bright flash of light from emanating from the horizon, the light so intense he was forced to shield his eyes. Accompanying the blinding light was the bellow of a fog horn, the sound produced piercing the very core of his being in a sense. That was until something did so quite literally. Aidan dropped the arm he'd used to shield his eyes and stared down at the strangely familiar sight of Sinslayer sitting in his chest. Strangely enough, the pain he'd once felt was no longer present, but he felt he would have to at least grow familiar with the sight of this blade in the near future. "Oh, fuck me..." Aidan felt himself tilt back, the world going dark around him as he fell into the inky black depths of his mind, blacking out shortly after.

Upon coming to, well, let's just say he wasn't happy with the way things were going... The sun had changed positions in the sky, although not drastically so. He couldn't tell how long he had been moving (or more accurately, how long Shüümjlel had been moving) but it was easy to tell they'd been doing so for a few hours. 'Holy... BOUNDARIES. DOES THAT WORD MEAN ANYTHING TO YOU.' The Reapers response was short, blunt, and, most importantly, free of their dialect.

"No."

Aidan fumed and began to thrash about, or he would if he had a body to control at that moment. 'Where are we!?' Shüümjlel stepped into the warehouse and closed the door behind them. There was no need to perform any of the more dramatic entrances that their siblings had planned when you could simply walk through the front door. A chill ran up Aidan's back, one he could feel perfectly. At least now he knew that even when he wasn't in control of his body he could feel the outward forces acting on it. The smell of sulfur hit him immediately, as did the obvious smell of sex. Really nasty sex, at that. The smells didn't mix well together and he couldn't quite pinpoint the source but it HAD to come from somewhere around here. "I sense SIN," Shüümjlel hissed, rushing forwards with renewed vigor in an effort to combat the present threat... Before the came to a complete halt. "No... This would be the perfect opportunity to test you, Slayer. Seek out this sin and eliminate it. Dash this blight against the stones and trample any who would dare to stop you... By turning their own evil against them." Wow. Even more gibberish. Shüümjlel went quiet once again before...

Absence. Yep. Shüümjlel had retreated back into his body once more, leaving him alone and confused for the moment. He would have called out to the Reaper had he not been falling face first onto the ground, the way control had suddenly been thrust upon him catching him off guard for a moment. He twisted and fell onto his shoulder, sending a wave of pain up his body, but it was nothing serious. Standing to his feet, Aidan dusted himself off and rubbed his shoulder through the shirt he wore to relax it. It only seemed to agitate the pain, but soon enough it began to dull down a bit. "Thanks for that, Shuu. You don't mind if I call you Shuu, right? Your name is too long and hard to pronounce, it's like something straight out of a spelling bee." He was greeted with an eerie quiet. Either Shüümjlel was ignoring him... Or they were gone. He hoped for the former, given the current circumstances. "Right." After his fall, he didn't doubt his presence had already been noticed by whoever else was in this building beside himself. Still, seeing how he hadn't exactly got an answer to where he was, Aidan decided it was best to stealth this one, or at least try to. The man ducked down as low as he possibly could and began to 'sneak' around the largest obstacles he could find, looking more like a penguin with stiff legs than anything else as he made his way around the warehouse.

"I am... Ninja. I am.... Stealthy. I am... An idiot."

 

[AngelicSavant]

Luciana
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One moment Luciana was a silent observer, struggling to make sense of the situation unfolding around her, and the next, she was once again in control of her body. The shift in control was so sudden that she nearly collapsed onto the filthy, concrete floor. She caught herself just before she did so, her knees still taking the impact. She cried out softly, wincing at the pain, but thankful for the ability to function. Shakily, she rose to her feet, observing everyone around her.

The feeling of relief quickly gave way to more shock. Her breath caught in her throat as she panted, gasping for air. Her own heartbeat was deafening, her vision blurring as she tried to take in everything at once.

"Wh-? Where am I? Who are you people?!" She stood finally, her hazel eyes wild with panic. There was something inside her... some demon. These people... had they suffered the same fate? If they were also possessed, did they even know??

It was all too much.

She had control now. She could run, though she didn't know where. It didn't matter. All she knew was that she wanted to get away. No, she needed to get away. Not waiting for the man to respond, she bolted forward, seeking to run past him and out of the door into the midday air. Run until something made sense again..

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[Squad141]

Percy had arrived safetly, and watched the others arrive from his line of sight. Puen and himself had mostly kept quiet, as the others appeared to be doing, except for the most recent noise in the place. A man (though not the last to arrive) had asked a simple question about Percy and the others. He looked okay, and though he seemed to make no noise when he was walking in, he was friendly enough. Though the rather silent agent above had made some noise from looking around a bit (and didn't notice that he had done so), and nobody else was talking, Percy might as well introduce himself to everyone else. "Hello, My names Percy." Percy said this without a smile (one that was fighting against his reaper would most likely not have). And though he looked as if he was currently possessed by the cold and stony reaper, his personality shined through his facad when he said very loudly, "Its nice to meet all of you, too."

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[thatawesomedude]

My partners are here.
"What are you talking about?!" yelled Blake. Blake looked around him and saw quite a lot of people. "Shit..." he mumbled. "They'll all think I'm crazy-- I probably am.."
That was quite embarrassing, wasn't it?
Shut up, Xoh.

Wait. Partners. Does that mean they're like me? Possessed by a...
Blake snickered quietly.
By a reaper?
You got that right. Introduce yourself. They will be your friends and are also my friends.

Just as Blake was about to say something, someone else introduced themselves. Blake looked at the person. "I'm Blake. Pleasure to meet you." said Blake, trying to smile, though it hurt his face whenever he attempted to do so.
What the hell?! What's the point of not letting me smile?!
There was no response. Blake sighed and looked at Percy. He walked closer to Percy and whispered in his ear, "I'm not crazy, right? You're also possessed by a crazy person? Or am I crazy?"

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[Squad141]

Percy had turned, that still stony expression on his face and hands behind his back professionally (it just felt normal), as someone else introduced himself to him. Percy shook the mans hand, before his personal space was quickly violated, and the man whispered something to him. He hadn't flinched when the an leaned toward him, and though the man was shaking a bit, and seemed to be struggling on doing something with his face (possibly forming an expression?), Percy motioned with his hand as he spoke, like someone would do in a classroom. "You aren't crazy, I can assure you that. I am also currently sharing with a reaper that your might recognize. Let them know about Puen. Hoping to get along with you later." And with that Percy returned his arm to back and his professional stance.

Squad141

 

[NextGenRolePlayer]

Destrey & Colt

"This really hurts..." Colt said out loud. Out of all the things that could happen to me today, getting possessed by a reaper wasn't one of those... he thought while holding his broken hand. Colt looked around and saw a number of people. He walked around and felt awkward, who were these guys? Colt was quietly cursing at himself, he couldn't feel his right hand. Destrey must've did this on purpose or by accident. Either way, Colt didn't want to forgive the sadist reaper.

What am I supposed to do now? Colt kneeled down and gathered his thoughts.

Well, meet my brethren, of course... I told you already. Destrey reminded. Make friends... (kinda hate that word)... with these guys and STOP LOOKING WEAK! You're making me look bad.

Shut up, you sadist. Colt stood up and walked around. The people at the warehouse looked... normal? Well, as humanly possible. Were they actual humans or demons? Ah well, the athlete had walked towards a white-haired woman who seems like she goes on plenty of adventures. Colt felt like he was unprepared to do adventuring.

I forgot what the names of the other reapers, so keep that in mind, Destrey told. Maybe the girl can heal your right hand, the jacket of yours won't do anything.

Destrey had the right idea. The jacket that he bandaged onto his right hand didn't do anything. So Colt quickly said, "Hi there, um... White-hair? I'm Colt." He gripped his right hand, it was hurting a lot. Though, he put out a smile as if he was okay.

"Uh, do you have a bandage I could borrow?" He kindly asked. "My right hand is broken due to an accident..."

It's not my fault that I assumed humans were super durable, Destrey remarked. But, I got to give you props for taking it like a champ.

Amerikia1126
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[Kiroshiven]

Diego & Diala

"Woah there!" Diego stuck out his arm, grabbing the woman whom had freaked out from gaining control of her body again and spun around where he stood to pull her into an embrace. "First thing's first, take a deep breath and calm down." He whispered into her ear while trying to make sure this girl didn't break free and run off. Leaning in close, he whispered into her ear as calmly as he could manage. "The minute you get too far away from me, whatever took you will come back, and this will turn into an endless cycle."

Diego, more of my siblings are here. One decided to join the pervert in the rafters, I doubt she's realized what kind of man he is. The crashing of metal warranted the entrance of another. It seems the destructive one had joined us as well. Though his human will likely suffer for that. We have two that barely walked in, predator and sadist. We also have a guest on the roof aiming down the scope of a sniper rifle. She seems preoccupied with the gigolo. And lastly someone who seems.....mentally unsound, is sneaking around inside. Be careful how you proceed.

"I'm glad to see that those of you hiding above us haven't tried to kill us just yet. So thank you for that." He continued to keep calm as he let go of the woman he'd stopped from running. "Alright, so let's all just introduce ourselves first and then we'll see what happens." Diego looked up to the ceiling and shouted out. "You might as well come down, we know you're up there!" He hoped that his cry wouldn't upset them, but this was what he could do. "My name is Diego. Now I think it's best if we all just take a deep breath and stay calm about this whole possession thing for just a moment. Okay?" so far, everyone seemed to handle it, fairly well, though this dark haired woman that tried running was panicking to no end.


Armenia & Valdan

"Shit." Armenia cursed as she heard the man call out down below them. "Jig's up Valdan." Walking back to where the grappling hook had been sunk into the top of the building, Armenia looked a bit surprised. "So once it's fired, the loosed ammo will stick around? Weird." She muttered before attaching it to the edge of the skylight and slowly riding it down into the group. A warm smile made its way onto her face as she greeted everybody. "Sup? My name's Armenia. And as of right now, I can't really say I like the idea of being forced to save the world, but we got chosen for it, so might as well do it." Tact was not a word that Armenia knew. Valdan, you got anything for close range? Silence answered her. Valdan? Still no answer. Her hand found its way to the colt on her left in a second, ready for any kind of attack these weirdos might try and pull on her.
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[Amerikia1126]

Nora

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Introductions were taking place, and someone was trying to run away. A few minutes ago there had been a big crash, too. Nora had barely just met these people and already things were crazy. She had mostly been standing there observing the mess. It was almost peaceful. Coshani had been quiet, and for someone who was recently giving useful information and whining about various things, that seemed to be off.

"Hi there, um... White-hair? I'm Colt."

It appears she had been snuck up on. By someone with no social skills too. Nothing new, it happened often when you were lost in your own world.

"Hey, Colt. The name's not White-hair, it's Nora."

"Uh, do you have a bandage I could borrow?"

"Borrow?"

How does one "borrow" a bandage? Once you used one it was all bloody and dirty. Unless you wanted to give them an infection, letting someone else use it was a terrible idea.

"My right hand is broken due to an accident..."

"Uh... I can check, but I probably left my medical stuff at home."

Nora shuffled through her bag, looking elsewhere when someone jumped down from the rafters. Ceiling, upper floor, whatever the proper name was, she didn't know architecture.

"You wouldn't happen to know, would you? Maybe a secret passion or something?"

There was no response from the reaper.

"No? Alright then."

The bag yielded no results.

"Sorry, no bandage. I don't think a bandage would really help, either. I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure you've got to get your bones set back into place and not move them for a couple months if your hand is really broken."

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[Celeste-Ominous]

Lorelai had been telling the truth, Ovia really was hopelessly confused. The people down below them, and the man in front of them, they all looked normal. Well, she supposed she did too, but that didn't change the fact that those below her were acting...human.

She had already established that this thing - Lorelai it had called itself - was not normal by any means. So was she just an odd one in their group of reapers? She had no idea.

Stop thinking so loudly, and I am a "she". Not an "it" silly human...

Ovia flinched, "Sorry." Her voice echoed in her own head.

Lorelai watched as the group below her interacted, and was perturbed. Her fellow reapers were allowing their vessels to control them? This made no sense, the humans could not be completely privy to what their mission was, no matter what had been shared with them. So why let them have control over a situation they could not possibly comprehend? She bit her lip in annoyance.

"Ow!" Ovia yelped in pain, "Watch it, I can feel that!"

Lorelai scoffed and bit down harder. Silence dear. I'm thinking.

Ovia winced in pain, but nevertheless, listened to the reaper. Lorelai released her lip and huffed out a sigh and began walking at a quick pace, down the rafters, closer to the edge and the man still crouched there. What was he doing anyways...

Lorelai and Ovia then heard someone calling out to them, and the latter was surprised at the anger she felt flood her mind, and it wasn't coming from her...

Looking at them, Ovia's normally magenta colored eyes were instead a glowing blood red as Lorelai glared down at Diego through the darkness. She spoke lowly with Ovia's voice, "I believe I'll take to staying right here... I can hear you just fine without you shouting at me, and if you were one of my reaper brethren, you would know that. And you would also know this; " Her tone stayed low and curt as she spoke, "I do not take orders from humans. Let your reaper take over, I do not wish to speak with you."

She sat down on the thin beam and rested her chin on the back of one hand in apparent boredom, eyes magenta once again, but flaring red in irritation every few seconds. Her gaze did not move from Diego for a second. Whichever reaper was controlling this impudent human was doing poorly indeed...

Ovia sighed and hoped that Lorelai was sitting her body in a way so no one could see up her skirt, but was more interested in the reaper's reaction to the man that had spoken to them. She hesitated to speak, "Why are you so upset?"

I am not "upset", I am irked. Humans should not address me in such a casual manner, I deserve respect and nothing short of it. "You might as well"...Unbelievable...

Ovia felt herself about to laugh but held it in, for the life of her she held it in.

Are all humans this crass?

"Snrk-!"

What was that?

"What the fuck is crass?"

 

[AngelicSavant]

Luciana
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Luciana's breath caught in her throat as she was suddenly stopped, mid-stride. For a moment, she struggled against the man holding her. Why was he stopping her? Didn't he understand what had happened to her? To all of them? Even still, his voice sounded so calm; his words so certain. She could feel his heartbeat as he held her in place. The even, rhythmic beats against her cheek. It was, admittedly, quite calming. She took a deep breath as he insisted. It helped, if only slightly.

His warning momentarily sent a small jolt of panic through her. So this nightmare wasn't over yet. Staying close to him, though... if his words were true, it would help. As he released her from his embrace, she found herself gently taking hold of his arm as she struggled to steady her breathing. The man said his name was Diego. He was urging the group to remain calm.

What kind of person took this sort of thing in such stride? Everyone except her, it seemed. Somewhere among her panic, a flicker of shame stirred. She felt weak. "Thank you, Diego..." she whispered, finally forcing herself to release him. Quietly, she cast a glance around, remembering his words and staying close.

 

[littleberry]

Snow

Melody was outraged. Silenced? She had just been getting used to the reigns! She swam in her tailed form in the back of Snow’s mind, seething as she eyed all the males, biting her lip with hunger.

Snow winced, taking a step back, biting her lip as well. Where was Melody? She couldn’t feel or hear her anymore… and even though she did not like the siren… These were some big personalities. She could use all the help she could get.

One who introduced themselves first… Percy. He then went to talk to someone introduced as Blake. Those two seemed to hit it off okay. A girl went running only to be stopped and apparently calmed by… Diego. Who was silencing the reapers. Oh so that was why Snow had control again.

Melody frowned at Diego and snarled inside of Snow’s head. Of course Snow could not feel this since pretty boy messed with things!!

Another girl introduced herself as Armenia… that was a mouthful of a name. Snow looked at the girl and took another step back. Something about her… it wasn’t sitting right inside.​

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Snow looked around again at the last pair of people who were saying names. Colt had hurt his hand and was looking for help from… Nora. Oh… maybe she could be friends with her! Snow looked at the pouch she carried full of medicinal herbs/ homemade pastes and seeds and edible plants. I... I could help them…

Snow took a deep breath and headed over towards Nora and Colt, blushing in the fear scenarios playing in her head. They laughed. They glared. They hated her.

“Um…” Snow looked at Colts hand, sympathy in her heart for this poor soul who had to be abused by the thing in his body now. “I... I um… I c-could help? Maybe… I um… well you see, I have herbs and… pastes and… I’m really good with plants and I could help… ease the pain I mean… if… um… you want? And if you know Medic stuff… I’m sorry I overheard your name was Nora. I could offer my help as well… I have some knowledge… not a lot! B-but… some?”​

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[One Mean Ghost]

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Reaper: LuxLocation: In the Rafters

The more of them showed up, the more insane things seemed to get.... One, it seemed, quite literally punched his way in and righteously messed up his body in the process. Others were similarly ungraceful. Granted, Dante could only see so much given Lux's gaze never seemed to wander far from the ample bosoms on display below him.

'Dammit Lux, let me have my damn eyes back before you get us killed!'

'Hush Dante, I'm observing....'

'While you're "observing" I'm pretty damn sure someone's going to get the high ground on us!' Dante was growing increasingly frustrated with his reaper. It seemed the imbecile was fully intent on sacrificing his life so long as a peep show was offered in exchange!

Dante felt his eyes roll, but at last he seemed to regain control of them. 'Fine.... See for yourself there's no.......Not a word.....' Lux grumbled in his head as Dante's eyes immediately snapped to the high ground he had seen when he came in: the opening in the ceiling.

Sure enough, the scope of a rifle was aimed right at him. By some stroke of luck, she didn't pull the trigger, even though she had him dead to rights.

Not more than a few moments later, one of the ones below called up to them. Dante's eyes narrowed as his mind raced.

How?..... Had he made any noise? No.... He never made such an amateur mistake... He wouldn't have lived so long as a thief if he could be so easily detected.

'Calm down.... It's probably something to do with whatever Reaper he's got filling him up.' Somehow, one of Lux's innuendos actually contained some useful information....

Then came a voice FAR too close to his side. 'Dammit Lux! Twice! Fucking twice over you could have gotten us both killed!'

He shook his head, realizing now it was pointless to hide. Even still... He didn't like the prospect of giving up the high ground when there were so many. Many down below clearly had more raw power than Lux did, so getting too close could prove fatal. Then again, there was the woman now next to him. If she wanted to kill him, she'd have done so when Lux refused to relinquish control of his eyes. Besides, a one on one fight against her seemed like a better gamble than dealing with the monstrous powers down below.

"I gotta agree with this one." Dante called down, glancing over at the woman next to him. "As fun as it looks down there, I think I'd be best served staying up here until I get a better feel for what's down there" He remarked as he seemed to relax his posture. In truth though, he was better balancing just in case his rafter-mate decided to get violent.... Honestly, he didn't trust any of those below as far as he could throw them with his little toe.

'Dante, I'm shocked at you'

'What?'

'You're actually taking the initiative for the harem. I'm so proud!'

Dante just sighed. "I'm going to say this now though, I apologize profusely and earnestly in advanced for anything my reaper says or does." He rubbed his temples, hoping that would at least earn him some forgiveness.

'Now that was just rude....'

'That's not rude, that's self-preservation...'

His gaze turned to the woman sharing the rafters with him. "My name is Dante. Dante de la Cruz. To whom am I speaking?" He inquired, quirking an eyebrow as he watched her. He already knew he was talking to a reaper, that much was clear. Even still, the more he knew about the closest threat, the better off he'd be...

For now, he observed those below out of the corner of his eye. Taking in what he could about them. It seemed one of them was an herbalist. That could be quite useful....

 

[thatawesomedude]

W-woah! This guy is too calm! Way too calm! Xoh, I don't want to be here.
Too bad, you're here now and if you try to run away, it won't work.

Blake looked at all of them. They were probably all scary like that one guy, Percy.

What do we do after this? Do we huddle up and do chants and dance around a ritual circle or something? Do we summon the Devil? Blake was joking, but Xoh took it seriously.

Keep quiet, human. I'm here to save Earth, so be glad we're all here.
Only crazy people would be glad.
I told you to keep quiet.

Are you going to encounter someone or make them encounter you?
I don't even want to be here...

Blake sat on the floor, looking at everyone and observing everyone. It was mostly Xoh observing them, but Blake observed them a bit too. The thought of Percy made him shake. The thought of what other people was probably like made him shake even more.

We're not that creepy. We are normal people.
N-Normal people? You'd be anything but normal people!

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[Celeste-Ominous]

As Lorelai begrudgingly explained words she would have thought would be easy to understand to her host, she was interrupted by a man's voice. Her eyes sharply panned over, ready to tell off whoever had just interrupted her conversation, until she realized who had spoken. The man that had been up there when they arrived was finally speaking to her, and luckily for him, he was doing so politely.

Lorelai straightened up and placed her hand in her lap, twisting back to look the man in the eyes. "My name is Lorelai, Reaper of Arachnids. My host's name is Ovia Leslie."

Ovia just listened in curiously, not even wondering how she knew that. Ovia had never told the reaper her name, but she had access to her thoughts and by extension, she supposed her memories were free game too. Disregarding that, Ovia felt that the reaper possessing her, had a bit of an ego, not introducing herself like so before.

"Great, possessed by a drama queen...", she thought to herself.

I do not know what that is...

Before remembering there was no "to herself" anymore, and letting out a string of curses.

But don't call me that again...

Lorelai then kicked her legs up and spun herself around to fully face Dante, disregarding Ovia's warnings to not kick her legs too high, lest her underwear show. "It is very nice to meet you Dante. Now who...?", Lorelai trailed off as she reached a hand towards Dante's head and placed her thumb and middle finger on his forehead.

After a moment of silence, Lorelai removed her hand with a humored smirk. "Ah you, I do believe I know who is possessing you. For that I am sorry, and I believe I may have just humiliated my host in front of the worst possible reaper here...", she noted recalling Ovia's insistence on not lifting her legs just moments before.

Though I have to wonder, what kind of sniper wears such a short skirt? Impractical, yes?

Ovia nearly cried in her mind, "I wasn't expecting to be going any long distance! Fuck!"

Lorelai put a cruelly innocent smile on Ovia's face, "My bad..."

 

[Kiroshiven]

Diego & Diala

Diego, some of the reapers are already figuring out what you're doing. This may pose you some danger. The Siren inside the small blonde is fuming. Diala was quietly listening to each of the thoughts of everyone, her presence was more like a silent observer sitting in the back of the mind rather than an active participant at this point, however, one of her more violent sisters refused to speak with her human. That was a problem. Probing a bit deeper into the two that stayed on the rafters, Diala found names for both the reapers and the people. "So, Lorelai, you don't approve of my human? Though he's trying to make the humans more willing to work with us? You know if the humans fight too much they'll just go mad that much quicker." Her words echoed within the mind of Ovia. "I apologize for my sister young Ovia, but I do hope that you'll be able to see past her vile temperament and get along with her.....somewhat."

"Just catch your breath for now ma'am." Diego spoke to the woman who was doing what he expected from the forceful silence of her reaper. He could tell Diala was talking on her own. It seemed a lot of her abilities were static, always there and always working, save for the silencing affects for the reapers. What they didn't know, thankfully, was that he could also stop their powers if the reapers got out of line, but that would come up later. "You demand respect but show none towards others. Not exactly an even trade, but based off how you're forcing your human to stay quiet, I guess I shouldn't have expected as much." Diego reached into his pocket and pulled out his cigarette pack. "Hope nobody minds if I smoke. Stress tends to get to me." He lit up and took a quick puff, aiming away from the woman at his side.


Armenia & Valdan

So far the two that were in the rafters wanted to stay that way. That was fine. She had smoke grenades in her pack, escape would be fairly simple. "So the pervert who was staring at all the women's tits wants to blame it on his reaper, though he seems to have perfect levels of control now. Uh huh." Armenia shook her head while rolling her eyes. With a quick turn she moved away from the group and closer to a stack of boxes where suddenly she felt the presence of Valdan return, fuming mad.

I don't know which of these humans' reaper just did that, but I'm going to kill them.

What happened to working with these guys Valdan? Armenia snickered as she teased the reaper who seemed to want to take control and start smashing things. Easy killer, if anyone dies first it's that pervert in the rafters. Armenia sighed as she leaned back, immediately toying with her pistol. Got anything melee?

Plenty. Valdan shook his head in disbelief at the question. War had been melee range for centuries, swords, spears, axes, she could wield any of them to the degree of an expert. The fact that she had the audacity to ask such an asinine question just infuriated him more. Do you ever worry about more than just the situation at hand?

Nope. She smirked as she aimed to where she'd last seen the man in the rafters. She pretended to fire a round while glaring fiercely. Talking with these people so far seemed to get nothing going. Sure the one in the center was trying to stay calm and talk, but in this situation, nobody was willing to trust the others too much. "So, anybody know what's supposed to happen next?" She called out. "Is the devil himself going to appear and tells how the fuck we're supposed to save the world?" Armenia didn't like this situation one bit. She was all for improvising, so long as she knew what the goal was. How exactly were the twelve of them supposed to save the world?

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[Celeste-Ominous]

Ovia went cold as she felt something crack...Lorelai's patience. But unlike before, her eyes did not change color, her head just dropped limply. It was as if Lorelai could put her energy only into speaking, leaving her body stiff there. She could hear another woman's voice trying to speak with her, this was really weird. Then Lorelai spoke in their mind.

You come in my host's mind, and begin speaking from inside that impudent beast... You test my tolerance sister. But at least I can speak with you now.

I do not disapprove of your human, but your human's blatant disrespect towards a higher being such as you and I. I do not wish to charm these humans, so you let him do so, but he will not do so to me. Never to me. Never to my host. My host is here, she is listening, she understands, and she doesn't need to be calmed like a child.

Ovia was surprised at Lorelai's words, seeming very similar to what she had told Lorelai earlier.

Lorelai barely heard Diego speaking as she stood once again, lifting her host's head just enough to look at Diego with barely open black eyes.

Now tell your dog to heel and stop barking at me before I silence him...




"Damn..."

Ovia.

"Sorry, couldn't help it!"

 

[NextGenRolePlayer]

Destrey & Colt

Colt (and Destrey) felt disappointed by Nora's answer. He couldn't let his right hand be broken. Colt needed it for his exercises and other human things. Plus, the pain was getting pretty worse to Colt's and his possessor's dismay. He smiled at Nora, even though he's in pain. He managed to say, "Thanks for trying... Shoot, I didn't mean to sound irritated."

He still stood next to Nora and let his eyes observe the area. There were plenty of events going on. A man named Diego, who looked pretty cool, was speaking to everyone. Even while calming down a woman. Then, another lady came from the ceiling to introduce herself: Armenia. Okay, that's three names to remember now. Then there was another lady, geez a lot of women, sounding pretty bossy.

She sounds annoying... thought Colt and Destrey in unison. Are we really working with her?

Before he could analyze the situation more, a blonde lady approached Colt. She looked and talked nervously of how she could help out Colt. Destrey was peeved of how she spoke, but, Colt was happy for the kind offer. "Yes! You could help me with my broken hand, um... Blonde-hair? What's your name?" He asked, not trying to be rude.

Ugh... fine... Destrey said in Colt's consciousness. At least my vessel will be in great condition.

Stop talking to me like that, he retorted. Colt took off his jacket-bandage of his right hand to show it's condition to the blonde. It seemed to be in a bad state. Looking over, Colt analyzed the scenario more. Certainly, the humans are here, but what now? He projected his voice, "So, I'm Colt. Pleasure to meet you, fine people. We're all here to save the world, so let's be best friends while we're at it!" He spoke with pure determination and excitement. Even if these people could be annoying, cool, or a wild card, Colt was concentrated on his given goal.

That speech was flawless!... 10/10, Destrey remarked with sarcasm. Don't think I'll care about these guys when they get hurt.

You're becoming hypocritical right now, Colt commented. He continued on, "I'm wondering, what are we up against? Certainly not the Devil or even God, I think. Do any of your reapers now?" The athlete was giving off a friendly, determined vibe around him. You know, to keep everyone on task and not kill each other.

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[AvidElmV2]

Aidan Sawyer​

Aidan continued to creep around the warehouse, determined not to stay in place for too long out of fear of being spotted. Or was he supposed to stay extra still? He didn't know, he was scared out of his wits. Everyone was talking nonsense and some guy was speaking into the rafters high above them. Apparently, someone had been watching them, from the get go and, well, he wasn't exactly thrilled at the thought of it. Shüümjlel was, as always, being extra quiet and mysterious. It probably didn't help that he STILL didn't know what he was supposed to be here for, but, after eavesdropping a bit, he had a basic idea. They'd all been brought here for a reason, it seemed. It all came back to their less than satisfactory predicament... And yet a vast majority of these strangers were treating this like it was no big deal. Their composure was surprising, to say the least. Forcing himself to ignore the worsening stench of sulfur and sex (was this the site of some ongoing mass orgy?), Aidan pulled his shirt up over his nose and lowered himself down even more. He needed a breather. All this sneaking was taking its toll on his back and legs.

"Shuu. You there? Gimme a hint or something man, c'mon! Don't just dump me into the thick of things and expect me to know what I'm doing!" He spoke in a hushed and obviously distressed tone, making an effort to keep his voice as low as he possibly could. Despite that fact, there were a few people in the room who were bound to hear him with a little help from their Reapers. He didn't get a response, this only leading him to believe that Shüümjlel was simply sitting back and watching. Was this supposed to be a practical joke? No, no... This was a test. They'd made that clear enough. They wanted him to seek out whatever 'sin' was in the room, but that could be anything from stealing candy from a baby to killing the pope and wearing his entrails as a scarf. Sin was a very broad topic. There were countless representations of it and thus countless possibilities. He mentally groaned at the thought of having to find that literal needle in a haystack, especially seeing how he was going to have to 'dash them against the stones'. Depending on the severity of the crime, could he go through with killing someone? The act of violence wasn't a rarity, especially during these times, but these people seemed different from your average psychotic killer.

For now, he'd watch and wait. The person he was looking for had to show themselves eventually. And then he'd get his answers.

 

[Squad141]

There sure was a lot of chaos (or introductions complete with drama) going on in he decrepit building. Percy sighed, though usually Puen would have made a comment about what to do about around this time. He was making silent chatter until....Diego. When introducing himself, Puen had gone silent. This was not normal. So, with his conclusion, he and his purple garb walked over to the man currently smoking, and offered his hand for a greeting. "Nice to meet you. My name is... Well at the moment it appears to be two. Percy, the human, and Puen, the reaper. You can call by the former at the moment. I would like to kindly ask for your reapers name to, if it isn't too much trouble." after saying this with the same monotone expression, Percy leaned forward a bit and began to whisper, "Listen up. Something happened, and only happened after you arrived with the whole "greetings" charade. Most of the humans in the room have come to terms with their demons (literally), so you can stop whatever you're doing now." Percy leaned his head back to his normal position, with his hand out, as if still expecting a shake.

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[AngelicSavant]

Luciana
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Luciana nodded as Diego spoke. Somehow the others were managing introductions and even conversation. She couldn't understand how they were managing to stay so calm. She felt like she was losing her mind. The words being said blended into a low hum, with a few phrases sticking out.

'The Devil'

'Save the world'

She wrinkled her nose slightly at the smell of the cigarette. Apparently, he found the situation more troubling than he was letting on. A young man in purple approached Diego amiably enough, offering his hand to shake. His whispered words chilled her to the bone. This thing inside of her had driven her to commit murder. He actually wanted the demons inside of them to have control?!

Before she'd realized what she was doing, she'd snatched the front of the boy's shirt. She snatched him close, shaking him. "Are you insane?!" she screamed, her shrill voice carrying into the very rafters of the building.

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[Squad141]

Percy, still waiting for answer was surprised (though he tried very hard not to show it), as the girl who had previously tried to run away grabbed him by his hoodie in front and shook him violently. Her shrill voice echoed through the building, and though it hurt his ears, Percy just wanted to break through from this woman's grasp. "Excuse me, but I think that, One, you shouldn't be eavesdropping, and two, this world is already insane enough. Your reaper may be a bit...angsty, but if you just talk it through, negotiate, get to know each other a bit more. You'll eventually understand who we're fighting for." And with tat, Percy shook from her grasp, and walked back over to Diego, still waiting for that answer.

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[One Mean Ghost]

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Reaper: LuxLocation: In the Rafters

All at once, Dante felt his eyes snap down so fast he thought they would pop free from his head. When Lorelai turned, Lux had caught the sight of her undergarments and had seized control of Dante's eyes to burn the sight into his memory.

'The delicate, untainted garments of a fair maiden. Truly this is a glorious day!'

'Dammit Lux, shut the fuck up and give me back my eyes before you get us killed!'

Dante could see her hand reaching towards him out of his peripheral vision. When her fingertips made contact with his skin, Lux finally relinquished control, no doubt expecting to get some sort of retribution for his wandering eyes. Luckily for Dante, it appeared that Lorelai was understanding of his plight, and realized his wandering eyes were directly caused by her own indiscretion.

He managed a bit of a smile. "I appreciate your understanding, and to both of you I again apologize.. Lux seems to be content to let me handle things for the most part, but he's a bit.... insistent.... when something catches his eye...." At least this one didn't seem likely to murder him for Lux's antics. That was a plus, given her host was armed. Given she was armed, Dante had to assume she was a decent shot. To assume otherwise would be asking for trouble, after all.

'Okay, now I'm curious. Why is she being nice to you, but she damn near bit that other guy's head off?'

'One thing I've learned in my life.... The way you talk to someone has a heavy influence on how they respond to you. She made it clear that the way.... I believe he said his name was Diego... addressed her wasn't to her liking, so I just made it a point to address her in a way that was more in line with how she preferred to be addressed.'

It was one of the reasons Dante kept himself alive so long. He had a silver tongue that had saved his ass a fair number of times. Due to his dealings in various settlements, he'd gotten quite good at picking up subtle clues to discern the best way to address a potential source of information. Granted, Lorelai took most of the guesswork out for him with her little outburst. To add icing to the cake, his tact had yielded some information. In addition to her name, he now knew that Lorelai seemed to have some affinity for Arachnids.

'And from what she told me, safe to assume I do not want to be on her bad side'

'The arachnid thing?'

'That could have a variety of implications.... She could control spiders, or toxins, or any number of things... It does explain her balance up here, too....'

As he watched her, Lorelai's body went limp. Dante wasn't sure what to make of the sudden change. Rather than stare at her until she came back to life, he turned his gaze elsewhere, just watching her out of the corner of his eye in case her body started to fall.

"So the pervert who was staring at all the women's tits wants to blame it on his reaper, though he seems to have perfect levels of control now. Uh huh."

'Busted....'

'Dammit Lux...'

"My Reaper is....selectively cooperative. Unfortunately, I have the distinct displeasure of being possessed by a perverted Incubus....." Dante sighed as he explained from the rafters. He doubted that would be sufficient for the gunslinger girl, but unless someone could validate his story, she likely wouldn't believe it coming from him.

'Oh sure, throw me under the bus....'

'Why not? It's your fault....'

Dante shook his head, taking stock of those below him while his rafter-mate seemed dead to the world. Some of the faces he recognized.

'That one... I remember she worked in an electronics store in one of the settlements... One of the few places I never tried to steal from... Mainly because that store had more cameras than I could ever hope to avoid... Got some great portable generators from other parts of the settlement though....' He watched the one known as Nora as she tended to the human wrecking ball along with the herbalist he had noticed before. No doubt that boy would be a loose canon in need of careful management to prevent problems...

Thankfully, it seemed they had a medic in their midst, who drew his attention with a rather loud yell.

His eyes settled on Luciana. 'That one is... or was at least, a wandering medic.... She's bought supplies from me before. I can't say her reaction surprises me. She never struck me as a particularly violent person....'

Then there were the others...

The one Luciana was yelling at seemed.... Cold.... He couldn't rightly place the feeling, but something about his posture didn't set right with him. Given he got Luciana of all people to yell at him, it seemed his first impression was on point. He'd have to be cautious with that one....

As for Diego, that one seemed dangerous. His posture was balanced, he made no noise when he moved, and, given what Lux said before, it seemed his reaper could locate other reapers. That, most certainly was disheartening. That meant there would be no hiding from that one. That could be problematic..

Then, there was the one who called him out. The one who had a sniper rifle just moments before. No doubt she was a damn good shot. Not exactly one he'd want to piss off, but it seemed Lux had already done an excellent job of that...

Among the others, the last one to truly stand out thus far was one that.... For lack of any nice way to say it was trying to sneak but really just looking like he was walking with a load in his drawers. Dante's eye twitched irritably as he watched the sub-amateur display.

'The only thing worse than someone sneaking around, is someone doing a terrible job of sneaking around....' It was almost insulting that this guy thought that piss-poor example of stealth would work on anyone.

The others, Dante didn't have much of an opinion on as of yet...One quiet one seemed to have noticed him, but for whatever reason averted his gaze rather quickly...

Dante's eyes snapped back to his side when Lorelai started to move. He followed her gaze to Diego. It only redoubled his impression that the man was dangerous.

He rose up next to her, his motions making virtually no sound. "I don't suppose you know what his Reaper is capable of, do you?" Dante inquired. Right now, information was valuable. Knowing what the other Reapers could do very well could save his life, and he knew it. At the very least, it seemed he started off on her good side.

 

[Celeste-Ominous]

Lorelai's eyes traveled to the man next to her, magenta peeking through black now, but still not completely reverted. She found her gaze returning to Diego as she was asked about the reaper inside of him. Her voice came out quiet, trying to keep herself under control. "I don't know much, but I do know this; The reaper inside that impudent man is much of the reason why none of my reaper brethren in a near vicinity to them are in control of their hosts.", she noted.

"I could understand one or two of them relinquishing control, but all of them is unfathomable, especially considering the more violent ones are down there.", Lorelai finally was able to tear her gaze away from Diego to look at the ceiling. She exhaled in a calming manner, "Regardless, even if I am incorrect in my assumption, I won't be going down there with them unless it is to start our mission."

She looked back down, now observing the rest of the human vessels besides Diego. Interesting, she could say. They had gathered quite an interesting group of humans, and some troublesome ones as well.

Are you alright? Lorelai spoke to Ovia.

Ovia, not expecting to be spoken to, stammered. "Uh...you...yes? Wh-why do you ask? I thought you wouldn't care..."

You are my vessel, I cannot risk you becoming ill, in any way.

"Well...I think I'm alright. I'm more worried about that woman below us, she seems hysterical..."

Why worry about her?

Ovia watched as Lorelai focused on the woman, "To put it in terms you'd understand, she's a vessel to a powerful reaper, she cannot get ill, in any way." She knew why she was truly worried though, at this rate she was going to really go into hysterics, and Ovia didn't do well around highly emotional people, being one herself.