Fantasy ABC's of Death

[BluEndings]

Eth was still in the dark, and it was very much Caeciun's fault. Failing to fill him in whatsoever had left Eth to his own wits and what little information that was shared upon the melding of their minds. With their bond being the way it was, less than ideal, the most Eth received were impulses. The truth had yet to dawn on him, and what shards of knowledge he was catching didn't add up. He wouldn't believe it if he tried.

Devils? Gods? Reapers?

"Holy crap," He muttered in sudden realization. "This is a goddamn cult ain't it?"

Beginning to reel back, Eth looked for an opportunity to slip away. He did look, and he might have even spotted one, but his body did not move. It was just like back then in the woods. In the place of reason was the sole urge to slice up the people present and assert dominance. Detailed images of such an event occurring filled up his conscious mind. They were so vivid he almost took them as memories.

Caeciun was not pleased.

It had been to their understanding that a conflict for control could cause mental instability within the host. So in order to avoid this, they had conceived the plan of transmitting their will through compulsions instead of words. The intent being to deceive Eth into believing it was his own desires and follow through without conflict. A limited connection like this could lessen the potential risks.

It was not working.

Eth was becoming frustrated. It was an overwhelming feeling of displeasure, but he couldn't place from what. Sure, his situation wasn't the best, but he wasn't known for being impatient. This "paralysis" scared him more than anything. He didn't recall being inflicted by something that may have caused this, a poison seemed out the question, but cultist voodoo magic was still on the table.

Yes, cultist voodoo magic.

He was running out of reasonable explanations for things. Actually he had run out, and this was what was left. It wasn't completely insane, though he wasn't exactly set on convincing anyone other than himself. He had witnessed someone punch through a wall after all. If that could happen then he was positive other things could as well.

He took a deep breath.

"I wish to speak to your leader!" He shouted to no one in particular.

Despite his confidence in his choice, Eth couldn't help but will incredible foolish. The feeling of embarrassment and disapproval from an entire crowd, and yet it originated from a single source. He just didn't realize it yet.

 

[littleberry]

Snow

Snow smiled, a bit more confident at the interaction. Colt at least seemed nice. “Oh, my name is Snow.” Her face grew a bit more serious as she concentrated on his hand, her eyes growing sad. “Oh it’s broken… Unless you have advance healing from your host, you should tell your reaper that its vessel would usually take at least 6 weeks before being at full strength again.”

She nodded and brought her little pouch up to her face, riffling through many things. It looked suspiciously similar to an oversized fanny pack…

“Hmm here!” She grinned and pulled out a tiny paste vile and some sticks wrapped in leaves and cobweb. Biting her lip she puffed out her cheeks. “This… is going to hurt possibly. I’m sorry.” She took the vial, filled with Arnica for the bruising and ginger for the swelling and cayenne for the pain all mixed in aloe paste to make the application go on smoother, and began to rub it into his skin. “This will block the pain being sent to your head for the most part, and possibly even assist the healing process.”

She paused, flushing up to her eyebrows. Best friends?? She had never had a best friend! “I… I would love to be best friends!” She laughed giddily, happy and pleased with herself. Looking at Nora she extended the phrase to her as well. "I... I would love to make friends with you all. No one else could ever understand what it is like to share your mind and body with another like us right?" Maybe she didn’t need Melody’s help in her head after all. Once his hand was shiny with treatment Snow took the sticks and looked at Nora nervously then Colt. “This is the painful part…”

She didn’t like the crooked look of his hand and took one finger, snapping it back straight. She quickly placed a stick, a makeshift splint, on it and wrapped it there in cobwebs to keep in place. Doing so to the other fingers she nodded placing a bigger stick from his wrist to his middle finger to make sure he kept his hand straight and wrapped his hand in the leaves, stick on the underside. She wrapped all of his fingers tightly and straight together, wrapping those leaves then again in cobweb.

“All done!” She smiled big and goofy, mighty pleased with herself. Sure she only had two other sets like that left now and sure she only had enough pain reliever for five people before she would need to go to her garden again… but this soul was healed.
Excellent.​

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[NextGenRolePlayer]

Destrey & Colt

Colt turned his attention back to Snow, the blonde girl. He listened to the herbalist commenting on his injury and it's condition. Destrey seems to only have super strength, nothing capable of healing, he pondered. Six weeks till I'm fully healed... Dang it, that's way too long. He was reminded that he owned a backpack; full of food, water, and a telescope. Snow's inventory seemed to be a lot more helpful that what Colt brought. But, he was grateful that he still had his backpack. Colt thought Destrey had left it on their way to the warehouse.

Hey, my vessel has to feel grateful for everything I do, the sadist commented.

I guess so, thanks, Colt replied back in his mind. As Snow was rubbing her ointment on his hand, Colt softly grunted in pain. It stung, but Colt try to hide it with a friendly smile. He then turned his attention away from her, looking at the others. They seemed to have calmed down from killing each other. One of them, however, yelled out, "I wish to speak to your leader." Making the person seem paranoid of the whole situation. He guessed that no one really knew what was going on. Breaking his attention, Snow replied to his small speech, "I... I would love to be best friends!" Even going on a little speech about being friends with everyone else. It gave off a kind mood to the intense vibe in the warehouse.

I kinda hate this blonde already, Destrey rudely interrupted Colt's thoughts.

Colt ignored his reaper's comments. Hearing that he was in the painful stage, Colt held in any screams of pain and waited for it. There were plenty of snaps and cracks during the process, making Colt shed a single tear. That hurts, but not as much as punching a hole in the freaking wall! He snapped at his reaper. When it was done, he was amazed by the blonde's handiwork. His right hand felt a tiny bit better and it looked cool. "Aw thanks, Best Friend Snow!" the athlete thanked the herbalist. He didn't try to move his right hand, as it may not heal in the estimated time.

"Nora, do you wanna be best friends?" He offered. Colt used his left hand for a handshake, adding a toothy smile on his face.
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[Kiroshiven]

Diego and Diala

"Sister dearest, you may wish to refrain from such words towards my champion. He willingly agreed to let me possess him and has been quite understanding of the situation. And as far as I'm concerned that makes him more qualified than the runt that you've chosen to torment for shits and giggles." Her voice was stern like she was talking to her daughter rather than her sister. "And communing with your human isn't off limits nor something only you will be privy to. There are two of us here who can read minds and commune with them. You'll have to get used to us being in your head." Diala's words held no animosity or emotion. It was like listening to someone give a lecture that they held no interest in. Diala, I'm figuring we might as well leave and let the reapers kill one another. After all, if they're not willing to work together now, there's no chance of them agreeing in the future. Diego's thoughts brushed against the reaper's. "Well, dear little sister, my champion and I have come to a similar conclusion. I hope you enjoy dealing with the violent ones of our group."

Diego looked to Percy in front of him and sighed. "And what do you say of the woman beside me? She doesn't seem to. And the human portion of the girl in the rafters? She doesn't have any say in the matter? You and your reaper may have come to terms with one another and a few others may have as well, but ultimately. A number of these reapers took their hosts by force and refuse to let go. They're just strangling the life out of them until they die and then they'll move on. They're nothing more than PARASITES." He emphasized the word so that Lorelai, as Diala explained, could hear him. "But I'll be heading outside. The devil may have come up with this plan, but he's failed miserably in the idea of execution. Thus, this little rag-tag group will eventually fall apart." Diego sighed as he took another drag of his cigarette. I think it's time to drop the dome Diala. I don't feel like wasting my time and energy.

Are you sure? What about the woman beside you? Diala's mind probed into the woman. What of Luciana? She's afraid for her life right now. And her particular reaper is utterly cold and heartless.

Sadly Diala, it's not our place to interfere this time. Humans have to find the strength to do things on their own sometimes. And ultimately, that's why I hate having to work with them and find that working with this group will be rather insufferable. So, we'll leave and merely observe them from afar.

So, we'll just leave them to fight and die on their own?

Do I look like a fucking babysitter? That little brat of a sister of yours is making me want to grab a gun and kill some innocent kid! I'm sorry, but the Devil really should have thought about having you reapers find humans that were not only compatible with yourselves, but the humans that the others as well.

That's the second time you've insinuated that my Lord has failed.

You're the curious type, ask the question. I'll give you the answer, but you won't like them.

Why do you think he failed?

For the very same reason God failed. He gave his creations too much freedom. With that Diego turned his back to the group and started towards the door, the dome dropping as they did. No argument? No forcibly possessing me?

I told you, I'm not the violent type. I'm an observer. And I shall observe and work with you. I have to agree on your judgement so far, including labeling Lorelai as nothing more than a parasite. She is, as far as I'm concerned, a FAILURE as a reaper. Too emotional and unwilling to look at the big picture. They ALL are being that way.

Which is why we'll sit back outside and just observe through your power. You said you can send and receive sensory information?

Yes. We'll go with Destrey and Colt. They're the least likely to notice our intrusion.

Very well then. Diego smirked as he stepped outside the warehouse. He half expected the ringing to return, but when it didn't he took that as a sign of good fortune for him. He walked around into another dilapidated building and sat down, his cigarette still half-lit while Diala reached out to the boy in question, absorbing in the sights and sounds of the situation whie Diego quietly enjoyed his nicotine.


Armenia & Valdan

The one that's arguing with the girl in the rafters seems to have grown fed up with her. He must be a loner type and not willing to deal with their kind of shenanigans. Valdan simply spoke to Armenia who was still keeping her eyes to the rafters when someone cried out about talking to their leader. Quickly changing her pistols into an M16, Armenia aimed down the sights towards where the man was standing. She didn't like surprises nor did she want to deal with ambushers. "State your name and why the hell you didn't just come out like a normal person." Armenia was trained to react quickly like her father and mother.

I thought we weren't talking about them.

Shut up Valdan. Armenia hissed internally while keeping her sights on the strange man. The man who called out didn't really have much of a choice, she had a gun and line of sight. He was dead to rights if she chose. Valdan's power was really becoming like a second nature thing for her. Think of a weapon and it came to be. That meant she had the greatest potential of the group in terms of firepower. Though she knew some weapons that she lacked the physical abilities to wield. "And as of right now, there's no leader. Just a bunch of misfits having a pissing contest. Which is doing nothing but aggravate everybody." Armenia hadn't wanted to get involved between Diego and the woman in the rafters, but after he just walked away, well, there was no point in being civil. The woman in the rafters was so butt hurt over him speaking casually that it was already dividing them. That was poor military strategy, no matter HOW you looked at it.

Kiroshiven littleberry Celeste-Ominous Squad141 thatawesomedude One Mean Ghost AngelicSavant Amerikia1126 AvidElmV2 BluEndings​

 

[Amerikia1126]

Nora

boop

The new girl, Snow, she called herself seemed to know her stuff when it came to medicine. That would be useful. Considering how uhh.. Colt had already gotten injured. Even without a present injury, it was dangerous out there. Raiders, scumbags in general. Particularly ones who stole power generators from peaceful settlements.. She still hadn't gone over that one. It had taken forever to find another traveler willing to sell off their generator.

"I... I would love to be best friends!"

Wait, what?

"Aw thanks, Best Friend Snow!"

What?

"Nora, do you wanna be best friends?"

Colt was holding out his hand towards her. Were these the reapers or something? Who else would declare friendship so soon? Wait, no, scratch that. These two weren't the most.. what was the word? Social. Neither was she, but declaring best-friendship was a process, it took time, it-

"Yeah, sure!"

Did she really just say that? Of course she would. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Nora stuck her hand out and shaked Colt's hand. He had a dumb smile on, she did her best to match it.

Well, this wouldn't be so bad would it? These people were probably possessed too. They probably wouldn't die. After all, they had to survive this long..

For a moment she had forgotten about Snow. The poor thing had barely been able to approach Colt. Probably wouldn't be able to handle a rejection of.. best-friendship. Still felt weird to think that.

"You too, Snow!"

This felt so wrooooong.

Ah, well... so had running a shop at first. Now look at it, it's her livelihood. Was. Right.. she'd left it behind.

No matter, she'd get used to it. She always did.

What the hell just happened!?

And there went the quiet.

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[Celeste-Ominous]

Ovia had thought she had gotten used to Lorelai's sudden bursts of anger by this point, and she still wasn't. It was nearly impossible, she now found it, to keep her body from moving on its own. Lorelai had gone from a 1 to 100 in two seconds flat after hearing Diala's words. Her hand had since found its way to her gun and it was there, that Ovia began fighting back.

Stop. Fighting.

"This is not what I signed up for Lorelai! Hell, I didn't even sign for this in the first place!" Ovia argued, not listening. "You said your mission was to save the world, how can you do that by yourself!"

That was never the point.

"Then what was? Being respected? Was being respected worth so much that you needed to put all of us at risk! You're inhabiting my body, mine! I don't want to die because you're acting like a fucking queen that refuses to even speak with other people normally!", Ovia couldn't stop now even if she wanted to.

She fought Lorelai, yelling at her the entire time. "Let me out! Do it! Whoever that reaper was, she was right and you know it! Stop being such a prideful bitch and let me out!"

Lorelai had no fighting chance against the human's rage and sorrow, so gave in without another word, disappearing into the back of her mind. Ovia could feel a vast amounts of emotions coming from inside her that weren't her own, rage, remorse, shame, embarrassment. God she'd been stuck with a piece of work.

Ovia's hand fell away from her gun and shakily she stood up, she let out a shuddering breath and smiled softly in relief. It felt good to be back in control...

Back in control, on the rafters.

One false jostle of surprise seeing how high she was, and Ovia was falling backwards. She shrieked in fright, feeling the air disappear out of her body. Okay she wanted control back, but she didn't want to die! Where was Lorelai? Couldn't she save her? Did she even care at this point? Ovia yelled within her own mind.

"Lorelai, help me!"

Her call went unanswered as she continued to fall.




I'm sorry...

 

[AngelicSavant]

Luciana
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For the briefest of moments, Luciana felt her spirits lift at Diego's words. His refusal to comply with the request of the oddly cold boy in front of them was a great comfort. It was when he continued to speak that she felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. He said that he was leaving; he'd grown weary of this nest of demons. But... what did that mean? Slowly, Luciana began to feel the dark chill that was Belial growing within her once more.

A slight whisper of a word escaped her. "Diego?"

Whatever he had done to restrain the demon within her... that power was ceasing. Her hazel eyes widened in fear as she reached out for Diego's sleeve, only to grasp air.

"Please don't-!"

Collapsing to her knees, Luciana watched the man walk away, her eyes clouded with tears. Her chest heaved with sobs. She could feel her limbs stiffening; she was once more losing control of her body. This man... he was just leaving her at the mercy of this demon. What kind of person would do something like that? She opened her mouth to ask him why but found herself unable to form the words. Speech, too, was now beyond her control. Now there was only the demon's voice, and the chill of its presence, occupying her body as she was swallowed by the darkness of her mind.

Belial

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Tilting her vessel's neck to the side, Belial relieved some of the tension that had settled there. Whatever manner of foolishness had taken place was clearly the fault of the man to which her vessel had clung so fiercely. The one that had called for her release was strange, but seemed to be in sole possession of a sense of duty. Belial forced her vessel's body to its feet. Whatever that man had done had been a massive waste of everyone's time, and Belial had little patience for such. There was a task at hand. Completing it was her priority, but unfortunately, this male vessel seemed to be the only one with a capable reaper within. It was just as well. This one would help, one way or another.

Belial followed Diego outside, eyeing the mortal before silently drawing close as a cloud of mist on a breeze. The smell of his cigarette betrayed his movements as she marched her vessel towards one of the abandoned structures nearby. It wasn't long before her gaze settled on her target. This one... he would help her to achieve her goal.

"Vessel," she called out, her voice a hollow echo of her host's. "My master has a desire to see this wretched world saved. Let's be on with it."

Kiroshiven

 

[Squad141]

Percy was shocked at how little this guy cared for reapers, and how he thought they would most likely drop them dead afterwards. As he was thinking of this, he heard the reaper he knew and had a mutual friendship with return. How long was I gone? It had startled Percy a bit, his face showing a bit of shock, before responding quietly, as not to disturb the other conversation and chaos around him. "You've been quiet for a while. What happened? You don't seem to be the observer type to me..." Puen quickly answered back, "I think I know who that man over there has for as his inner-comrade. I Know her briefly from her creation time, and believe her name is...Diala? I think that's how you say it. But first, you need to know that some of my comrades WILL drop their vessels after they are needed immediately. But that reaper is one of the calmer ones, like myself. She also seems to be keen with the operation and power of silence, hence the silence from me. Let me drive so that you may apologize." Percy nodded, and switched places with Puen, the area around him becoming immediately very cold. Puen walked outside, not running (for of course he had to keep his composure), but swiftly walking to not lose the man.

He arrived in the dilapidated building, without being seen somehow. The man was obviously in some kind of relaxation-mode, as he was currently smoking. As Puen got closer, the air got MUCH colder, almost putting out the heat from the nicotine currently in use. Puen emerged from the shadows, and began to talk. "Greetings. I hope I didn't scare you. But I must inform that the humana and the reaper are apologetic from the former conversation. I know that my comrades (or at least some of them) would, and it must upset you to a great degree that the vessels, or as I like to call them, humans, would be killed. You also appear to lack the trust that our little rag-tag group of people will be able to save anyone. I know. We lack that trust to, but we have a common goal. To keep the world as it is. I hope you can understand why what you think is false hope. But we strive to make it real."

Kiroshiven

 

[BluEndings]

Eth tossed his hands into the air in response to a gun being pointed in his direction. This had gone bad quick, and there was little he could do about it. He would just have to play along until an opportunity presented itself.

"Oh ok, ok," He chittered and emphasized his raised hands which, as unfortunate as it was, still held the knife. "We can forget about the whole leader deal. Gun beats authority. Point taken."

He noticed his knife.

"Knife too. Gun beats knife. I... just hold onto it as a stress reliever. A false sense of safety doesn't do anyone any harm m'kay?"

He was so screwed.

He couldn't believe his obliviousness. Eth swore he had identified all nearby weaponry. At least the larger variety. How he could've missed something like that was beyond him. This entire place was messing with him. He couldn't concentrate. Some third element was in play, and if he didn't identify it quick he would reduced to swiss cheese.

"I'm uh... Stanley?" It was apparent Eth was a terrible liar, and he knew that more than anyone. "I'm a bit... lost," That much was true, "and I mean like... in all fairness, pointing a gun at someone isn't exactly considered 'normal', as far as introductions go, either—not that I'm nitpicking or anything."

What the hell am I saying? Am I trying to get myself killed?

"So if there's no quarrel between us or anything, then I'll just make my leave." He pointed to the hole in the wall. "No foul play. I just want out. That cool?"

 

[One Mean Ghost]

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Reaper: LuxLocation: On the Floor

It seemed like things were rapidly disintegrating now. The man below whose Reaper seemed capable of stopping the others had reached the limit of his patience and stormed out. Luciana, freshly repossessed, followed after. The one that gave Dante the bad vibe followed soon after. It was a mass exodus. Some were leaving, one trio was somehow making friends, and Armenia was holding some poor dipshit at gunpoint. Things couldn't get much worse at this point.

A shriek next to him jolted him out of his thoughts.

As his head turned, he saw the woman next to him falling back off the rafters. The world seemed to slow down as her feet left the rafter, her body starting to descend headfirst towards the unforgiving ground. There wasn't time to think. A hand grasped the whip on his right hip as he let his left leg over the edge, hooking his heel on the rafter to pull himself hard over the edge.

'Dante what are you doing?!'

To be honest, even Dante didn't really know.. As he fell, he flicked his wrist so that the end of his whip wrapped around the rafter. When his body passed the rafter, he pushed off of the rafter to accelerate his fall, even as his hands worked to tie the handle end of the whip around his waist.

How much time had passed? It felt like an eternity flashed by in the fleeting seconds as the gap between him and the falling woman closed. Dante could vividly see the fear written in her eyes as the ground below rapidly rose up towards them.

Dante's own body, falling headfirst to the ground, finally caught up to hers. His arms snaked around her, one wrapping around to her hip while his other palm cupped the back of her head. As he pulled her into his chest, one leg wrapped around hers, the other he tangled up in the whip as the slack started to give out as an extra bit of insurance, but now he wondered if it would be enough.

The ground kept growing larger before Dante's eyes as he tried to will the whip to shorten. Fearing the worst, he closed his eyes and tucked his head, waiting for the inevitable impact. Just as the ground was about to swallow them up, Dante felt the tension tighten on his leg and all at once, their fall stopped to leave them swinging slowly like a pendulum.

For several moments, Dante just felt his body swing. When his eyes opened, he looked up to find the lose strands of his hair lightly dusting the ground just inches above (or below, depending on perspective) his head. He couldn't help but laugh at the ground in spite of himself. "Damn.... That is a LOT closer than I ever want to cut it again...." Dante quipped,tilting his head to look at Ovia in his arms. "You still with me?"

While waiting for an answer, Dante carefully untangled his leg, contracting his core as he slowly righted himself and the rescued Ovia. Resting his foot on the ground, he winced a bit at the slight burns he'd gotten from the whip before untangling himself from her. At least for now, he kept one arm around her waist to steady her. No doubt there'd be some unsteadiness to deal with after that, and the last thing she needed was to collapse...

'Lux, don't even think about trying to grope her..'

'No, I'm good. You're riding that hero vibe now and there's no way I'm risking losing that. If that holds up 'till tonight, she'll be riding your -'

Dante did what he could do ignore what his reaper started to say next... But unfortunately he had to listen.... After quite a vulgar bit of commentary, Lux continued.

'Keep this up and we'll have all of them in our harem in no time!'

'Lux... just shut up...'

He'd have to figure out a way to deal with the current divide between everyone in a moment. For now, he wanted to be sure Ovia was alright and not about try and die on him again...

It would be difficult to convince them all to work together. In this world, trust wasn't easy to gain. If nothing else, he had an idea to at least get cooperation, if nothing else.

 

[Celeste-Ominous]

For a long moment, Ovia felt as if she couldn't breathe, everything was moving so fast. Then she felt arms wrap around her and her body jolting to a stop. She breathed in with deep shuddering breaths, why was it so dark?

She heard a voice very close to her asking if she was alright. Ah, her eyes had been screwed shut. That explained it. Ovia forced her eyes open and looked up to meet the eyes of the man Lorelai had spoken to up in the rafters. She blushed in embarrassment, realizing how close they were. She hesitantly nodded in response and thanked the man quietly as he helped her stand up.

She wobbled a bit, her legs shaking now. She was glad the man was giving her support, not trusting her legs at the moment. "I uh...it's me...Ovia I mean," she notified the man not sure if he would be able to tell the difference, "Lorelai is...she's...away I think?"

Ovia blush faded as she brought a hand up to her face to cover her face. No...Lorelai was still there, she could feel her, but she had regressed further back into her mind than ever before. Like she was sleeping or hiding... Ovia frowned, she'd figure out what was happening with her later.

She looked at Dante, putting her hand down. "Thank you so much... I...I'm not the most graceful person at the best of times..." She glanced around, looking at the group of people around her. "I...I have to apologize to that reaper...she seems to be the most sane around here, and I don't think Lorelai is going to come out to do it..."

She then looked back to Dante, and smiled softly, a bit embarrassed. "Can you help me again? I hate to be a bother but, without Lorelai here, I'm kinda lost.", she admitted.

She didn't want to ask anyone new, especially since with Lorelai's previous behavior, they probably thought she was like that as well. Of course Lorelai had said something about Dante being unlucky with the reaper that possessed him, but he was in control, so Ovia didn't foresee anything bad happening.

 

[littleberry]

Melody

Two best friends… oh wow! Snow grinned but that grin was slowly erased as a purr came roaring in her head. Melody. Snow turned, confused as she saw Diego and other leaving, her breath gone. She turned to Colt and Nora worriedly and quickly began speaking.

“I am so so so so so sorry for whatever she says. I promise I'm not like that! She is a siren and-” Snow stopped speaking, slowly going inside of her own mind as Melody swam her way to the front and in control.

Batting her eyes she tilted her head to the side, a sweet smirk dancing on her lips. “Thank god that annoying girl is outta the way hmm? Now what were you saying? Best Friends? I would LOVE to have a good friend and such pretty ones too.”


Snow’s voice was different, pleasant, nice to listen too. A siren’s voice of course would always be pleasurable to the eardrums. With the commotion behind… or more like above her though, Melody was distracted from weaving her spoken spell on the two. People falling from the ceiling. Oh god it was that queen spider’s host and the pervert.

A hand went on her hip as she raised an eyebrow, bored of course with the turn of events. “Oh big hero here to save the poor girl. So great. Now everyone, I suppose we need to stop this talking and stupid idle chit chat.” With a wink at Colt Melody’s eyed him up and down. “Though we can chit chat later.” She quickly added.

“But we are here to do Devil’s work hmm? Save a world. Or am I the only one who want’s this place looking its best when I’m finally allowed to have some fun and reap some souls?”

She marched over to the center of the room, her hips swaying since when a siren was in control… confidence was natural. She took out a satchel of water from snow’s pouch and poured it in one of the pans left in the rubble of this place. She stood in the water (since she needed it for her power) and opened her mouth to sing.

Now a siren’s song has a curious effect on the brain. It is not an immediate I love you spell, that would be too powerful for such a manipulative creature. But it was slow working in that way. It took what ever could intrigue you about it and the siren and spun it into lyric form. Not one person would hear the same song. Not one person would tell you the same story as another on how it sounded. It was a true mystery.

On reapers it was even more confusing. Her song could not work on reapers so any vessel that a reaper was in complete possession of would not be affected… but it did work on their human shells. So any humans around would be drawn to the source of noise. And the reaper in that now spell stupefied human would hear the song as Melody’s attempt to gather them all so they could talk about completing their mission… so they should not be threatened by it. And even if they were… it was still a nice song to hear as they passed the time at being stubborn.

So in conclusion, Melody, controlling Snow, stood in a dish of water singing a come gather and talk song, a song that compelled humans to want to come gather and talk.

Better than no plan right?

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[NextGenRolePlayer]

Destrey & Colt

He was making some friends at the moment. Kind of odd considering they were living in an apocalyptic world. But, Colt was having a good time right now. Things got weird when Snow warned them about "her". He somehow figured out that her reaper was gaining control of her. Colt wondered why his reaper didn't take control of him for the past moments. Destrey seemed to be a manipulative sadistic jerk, so it would make sense to take control of his body all the time. Well, enough thinking about the subject, Colt paid attention to what was going on. Apparently, Snow's voice had changed into something pleasant-not to say her voice wasn't kind-and maybe seductive? It certainly didn't match Snow's previous image. Either it way, it confused Colt and even made him blush to her remarks.

Looks like the herbalist had a personality change, Destrey finally said. Anyway, our so-called group is pretty vulnerable. The remark was probably true. Not everyone here was all friendly; Diego left the building followed by a few others. Two others were having a quarrel and another pair were hanging close to the ground. What kind of team was this? They were dysfunctional right now. They needed to be guided in the right direction. Destrey had some mixed feelings about the whole thing. He did want to this kind of saving in his own way, but, The Devil might punish them all.

Colt's thoughts were similar to Destrey's. How were they going to save the world with this kind of team? Then, "Snow" walked confidently, seemingly wanting the attention from everyone. Colt watched her curiously, the blonde poured water and stood in it. She started to sing, singing something that sounded nice and took some control. The song that Colt heard was triumphant and powerful. He walked towards "Snow" feeling to discuss the matters at hand. It was either Colt's own thoughts or just in a trance.

Destrey heard the herbalist's song. It certainly sounded weird, Destrey didn't know how to react to it. He was trying to snap out of it, even trying to get Colt's attention. But his vessel was ignoring him, concentrating on his own thoughts. What's going on? Whatever it is, I don't like it one bit. Though he was thinking this, he was curious and simply watch the events unfold. It didn't seem to be harmful.

"I guess we should have a civil discussion," Colt started off, sounding determined in his words. "Our team seems to be dysfunctional at the moment, so we should work on it." He fixed his cap and carefully put his sport's jacket back on. Colt waited for everyone one else to get a say in the discussion. He was quite confident that his team would change and focus on the task at hand.
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[Kiroshiven]

Diego & Diala

His moment of silence was quickly ruined by the intrusion of two reapers making themselves known. "My name is not Vessel, it's Dieo." He smirked at the reaper possessing Luciana. "I'm not upset about the humans being killed. I just wanted that kid to face reality. Not everyone was having a perfectly fine relationship like you and him or Diala and I." Diego's words were firm as he looked into the reaper's eyes. "Also, I AM working on the mission. Observation is the key to victory." Unbeknownst to the pair in front of him, Diala was relaying information to him after gathering it from Colt inside the building. He witnessed the fall of Ovia and Dante's rescue. The whips are definitely part of the reaper's gift. He thought to himself. "I'm learning of the other reapers' abilities, without actually having to...." His words cut short as he listened to the girl, Snow, suddenly change her tone and begin singing. It was alluring, but because it was being observed through Colt it wasn't as effective. "So alluring to its listener. Much like a Siren." Diala, you may want to withdraw for the time being.

Understood Diego. It seems you have some guests as well?

Indeed. They wish to achieve the goal, but ultimately three possessed humans can't exactly save the world. Feeling Diala's complete presence within him once more, it felt oddly comforting to Diego. Like a piece of himself had returned. Possession is definitely weird. "So, three of us can at least get along.....sort of. However, I don't think you," Diego pointed to the reaper possessing Luciana, "have a very healthy relationship with your host. We'll need to fix that." Diego sighed as he stood up. "So now the question is, do we approach the siren and the rest of the group or head out to find our first steps in saving the world?"


Armenia & Valdan

"Yes, guns beat knife any day." Armenia sighed at the man's terrible lying. "You know, if you're going to lie badly, you should be honest to begin with." Armenia lowered her gun while looking at him. "You were pulled here indiscriminately by a reaper like us. That's probably why you're timing is so perfect." She sighed as he tried to talk about leaving. The falling girl had caught her attention but the other rafter dweller had played hero well enough. Noticing the small girl though, Armenia couldn't help but smirk. Cute.

Stay focused Armenia.

Oh come on Valdan. She is! Armenia pleaded with the reaper to cut her some slack when suddenly a song started to fill her senses. It's echo within her was powerful and lofty like she was a mighty eagle soaring through the sky, free from the bindings of the mortal world's decay. It was intoxicating, but she quickly felt pain filling her mind as well. It was a familiar one at that.

Stay focused Armenia. That harlot is using her power on you. The pain of war may keep you grounded, but if you let her take you, you'll likely regret it. Valdan had decided to put her through the test once more and pull her back to his side. No reaper was allowed to mess with her head except him. She was HIS.

Glad to know you care Valdan. Armenia was actually thankful for Valdan's influence. It seemed he'd been saving her life quite a bit lately. "I'm all for chatting, but the singing is making my reaper a bit antsy." Armenia kept her weapon at the ready while she looked at everyone who was in the light now. It was a diverse group, but so far they'd been all throwing about their powers willy nilly. Armenia's gut didn't like the sound of that and could feel herself tensing up. "For now, I think we should find a better place to group up than here in some abandoned warehouse. It just screams deathtrap."

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[AngelicSavant]

Belial

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Luciana struggled in vain to regain even partial control of her body. These two men were the last two people she wanted to be around, just now. Each time she made even the smallest bit of progress, the chill presence stamped her forcefully back down. The others seemed to at least be able to speak at will...

Is this reaper more powerful than the others?

.... Or am I just weaker than everyone else?

As Belial forced her eyes to rest on Diego, Luciana felt immediately sick to her stomach. Here he sat, admitting that he didn't care if any of them were killed by these entities. She'd thought that this man might have been sympathetic to her struggles- that he wanted to help. What kind of person didn't care about other's lives? What kind of person would pretend that they cared and then...

You... monster.

For once, Belial felt the rise of an emotion she could actually identify with.

Resentment.

It was the primary emotion the reaper had felt since her arrival in this world. Resentment at being given form; at being forced to attempt to save this wretched world. The human taint on this world needed to be eradicated, not preserved.

"Vessel," the reaper bit out. "Your concern is noted, if not self-contradictory. My host is breathing, which is markedly more than it deserves. Do yourself a favor and don't concern yourself with how I wield it. Besides, I'm fairly certain that giving my host control at this moment wouldn't end well for the two of you. It seems very preoccupied with gaining control of this arm."

Belial flexed her right arm, shifting the weight of the double barrel shotgun she held. She rolled her eyes at the prospect of rejoining the menagerie of fools they'd just escaped. They were a necessary annoyance, she supposed. "May as well collect the rest and find somewhere to corral them for the time being." Moving towards the exit, she beckoned with the barrel of the shotgun. The gesture teetered just on the edge of being a threat. "Let's be quick about it, hm?"

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[BluEndings]

Eth & Caeciun

Eth sighed, but before a response could come off his lips a lure had gotten a hold of him. It came in the form of a song. He turned to face it's source bewildered by who was singing. It had sounded familiar, but he didn't recognize the girl that was weaving these calming lyrics. That didn't really matter though, he supposed. The only thing that seemed real in this moment was their words. Everything else was confusing in comparison and faded into background noise. Without these words he would be lost. He could trust them with his life. Thoughts like these were all that was circulating through his head now. It felt right, but something wasn't right. A feeling in the back of his mind was trying claw to the front.

Fury.

I'm supposed to be in control. This is my territory.

For a second Eth hesitated, and pondered over his warped thoughts.

I am in control. Stop listening to this vermin.

He couldn't help it but stop in his tracks. Then he gazed haphazardly at his knife.

Ears or tongue. Those are the options.

Eth shook his head, and exhaled. Then he focused on the words that were being sung. They drowned out these absurd thoughts, and set him at ease. If he was basing his trust on anything it would be that fact. They could just talk and sort things out, so there wasn't much point to the blade he was holding. With that in mind, he returned it on his person in spite of trembling hands. The action relieved him, and before he knew it he had arrived to where they were being gathered.

Herded like cattle. Despicable. Pathetic. Unforgivable.

"Sorry about my earlier 'introduction'," Eth grimaced, and ignored the conflicting emotions twisting inside his head. "I think I get the gist of the situation now. You can all call me Eth. I'll cooperate to the best of my ability." The words came out so naturally it nearly scared Eth out of his own skin, and for a brief second he questioned it. After all, he wasn't fully sold with the story he had been told, but all doubt quickly vanished anyway. Odd.

Caeciun was pissed.

 

[One Mean Ghost]

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Reaper: LuxLocation: In front of Melody

"Can you help me again? I hate to be a bother but, without Lorelai here, I'm kinda lost."

Given he could feel how much she was relying on him for support to stand at the moment, Dante knew he didn't have much in the way of choice. Besides, it'd be a real dick move to just leave her hanging at this point... He nodded his consent, starting to walk with his arm still around her to support her in case her legs still wobbled when that sound reached his ears.

It was... beautiful.... He couldn't understand the words, but it called to mind feelings of hope, of a future worth striving towards. He felt drawn to it, and his feet started to move on their own, if only for a moment. All at once, Dante felt himself pulled from the forefront of his thoughts and thrust to the back of his mind as Lux took full control. The body's eyes, a hazel mix of many hues, normally seemed to be blue to most observers so long as Dante was in control. With Lux, the green in his eyes stood out more.

His arm still around Ovia to support her, he made his way to stand directly in front of Melody. For the first time, Dante's form was enshrined in light that filtered in. Given the nature of his Reaper, it was little shock that Dante was, by most standards, aesthetically pleasing to the eye. His body had almost no fat to his form, giving him a lean, powerful silhouette that his dark clothing only seemed to accentuate. Now that he was in the light, for the first time his face could be clearly seen.

In another world, or in the world as it once was, he likely could have been a celebrity or at the very least a model by virtue of his looks.

Long dark hair hung wildly about his shoulders with faint, gentle curves twisting his hair once it got past his ears. Left unrestrained, the unruly locks likely would have shrouded his face in mystery. Perhaps that was the reason that some of those strands were tied back behind his head in a half ponytail, giving him a look reminiscent of the Vikings of Norse Legends..

Unlike many in this wasteland, Dante's facial hair was decently trimmed and maintained, somehow adding to his roguish charm. His skin was without any blemishes, featuring a tan from his time out in the unforgiving sun traveling between settlements. Without a doubt, however, the most alluring feature on the young man was his eyes. To gaze closely upon them, one would notice a myriad of colors: yellows, blues, greens, and browns. From a distance, though, those colors blended into a beautiful shade of blue, unless Lux was in control.

It was astonishing how much difference a subtle shift in color could make. Dante's eyes seemed, in many ways, like the ocean's calm before an impending storm. They were gentle, but seemed to still carry strength and power. Lux's eyes, on the other hand, were like those of a predator. Anyone those eyes stared upon for too long was considered prey...

Now, those eyes met Melody's.

The colors in his eyes began to swirl around each other. His Hypnotic Gaze held onto Melody's like a vice. "I think it's time you stop singing, dear..." Was Dante's voice always so.... alluring?

'Lux, what are you doing?....'

'It's a siren's song, Dante. Humans like you are, unfortunately, quite vulnerable to it. I passed quite a bit of my powers onto you, but even then, you wouldn't be able to resist very long. So I stepped in to deal with it. I can't very well let a Siren steal my vessel..'

'But... what are you doing to her?'

'Simply my Hypnotic Eyes. So long as I'm attractive to the victim, I can make them bend to my will'

'.... This is the only reason you picked me, isn't it?...'

'I knew you'd understand'

A subtle smile spread over Lux's lips when Armenia suggested finding somewhere else to go.

"An excellent suggestion my dear..." Lux waited just long enough for his suggestion to take hold before his emerald gaze shifted to Armenia.

'Lux... Don't you fucking dare....'

"As it so happens... My host is in possession of the perfect place for us to bed down...."

'LUX!'

"It's secluded, safe, and.... extremely well endowed... with supplies..."

'LUX SHUT THE FUCK UP!'

Lux let his smirk linger as he watched Armenia. "But... if you want the details, you'll need to get them out of him..." His eyes slowly closed.

'You can take it from here Dante, Let's see if you can get that fiery one next... Oh, and you may want to work on mentally blocking people out, otherwise one of them can simply probe your mind to find your hideout.'

Dante's eyes opened, the blue hues once more in control. He hadn't wanted to tell these people about his silo. He was quite happy keeping that as his own secret place, where he could keep things safe and hidden from those who would try and steal from him. However, it seemed Lux didn't much care for Dante's opinion on the matter.

He looked around the group, but there was no doubt everyone had heard Lux hint at his hiding place. That idiot didn't realize the kind of trouble this would put him in. Not only would his home be in danger, but that would also put him in danger as well. Taking Lux's hint, he started trying to scramble his thoughts. Pushing any thoughts about his base to the back of his mind and trying to drown it under other less-secretive thoughts. Honestly, he wasn't sure if it would work, and he was half certain Lux was just screwing with him again, but he didn't want the others to know about his secret...

In this world, people would kill for far less than the proverbial treasure trove he had hidden...

"I swear... if I find a way to get this bastard out of my body... I'm going to kill him"

 

[littleberry]

Melody

Melody stopped her singing as many of the humans found their way. Sure she would have stopped on her own but the eyes of a certain pretty boy savior really did make her stop her little tune. Snow whimpered a bit, shrinking into Melody's mind. 'He... he seems really different from the hero act before...'

This man was very attractive and Melody immediately felt her stomach growl in hopes of a nice meal… but she shook her head, placing a hand on her hip. She would not eat one of her fellow reapers hosts. That was against the rules and Melody was one who followed rules. Made it much more fun to find loopholes and bend them.

“Sorry for the control of your humans my sweet brethren. But I figured that we all needed to have a little chat hmm?” She blinked her eyes flirtatiously, managing to stop finding the new man in front of her so attractive. He was possessed by the incubus. Had to be. Usually her will bent others not the other way around. Stepping out of her little makeshift water pan, she lifted it to our it back in the small leather pouch. It was not drinking water but a reserved amount in the cases she could not find a natural gathering to stand in and work her magic.

“For all the humans in the crowd, my name is Melody. Snow’s reaper. Sweet little lamb won’t be with us much for I like having legs for once but I will get bored perhaps.” She laughed, Snow’s usual sweet smiling face a smirking expression.

'You're joking right? You will let me have control more right? Right?!'

“And your little human there has a home. Well then. Until we all can find the big baddies and kill them in order to save this little planet. I do agree with handsome here that his place would be best for us ALL to gather and… what is the word?”

'Melody answer me! Please! Please it's scary just being alone in here! Melody!'

'Shut up and we will talk later.'

She paused, tapping her finger to her pouty lips. Her mind was filled with worry brought on by Snow. Word... Word...“Oh right!” She exclaimed with a clap of her hands. “Strategize. Yes. So. Let us all get going hmm?”

Her eyes met those around her, “Colt, Eth, Falling girl” Her eyes went to those of the girl talking about this place being a deathtrap and the handsome man she did not trust at all, “Cutey one and two.”

With that she turned and went to the exit with a sway in her step. She opened the door to find other little morsels outside. The man who silenced her out of her own hosts head, a very still being and of course the girl who tried to run.

“Hiya. Name’s Melody. I don’t think I had a chance to introduce myself before because I couldn’t speak.” Her eyes darted to the pretty boy who she also did not trust. Damnit… why couldn’t they all just look good and behave? “No matter. Whip boy wonder apparently has a place for us all to stay and plan out a strategy for battle. I mean, saving the world. Maybe we should think a little on how hmm? Sound good? Great.”

She looked at the girl speaking, knowing that it was a fellow reaper but mmm mmmm the shell it chose was cute. “If your host in there is ever nervous by the way. I would LOVE to help all I can to soothe her down. I’m great to talk too.” She winked, hinting to the effect she knew all her brethren felt her song had on their hosts.​

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[Celeste-Ominous]

Ovia smiled in thanks as Dante began escorting her, glad to have someone's support in this insanity. But she stopped when a voice filled her senses, calling her in the other direction. It was hypnotizing, transcendent, yet haunting. She vaguely noticed as she walked towards the girl singing with the voice of what must have been the reaper inside of her, that Dante's hand still supported her.

She didn't feel the need to question why they had started to walk away from where they had intended to go in the first place, but suddenly, she felt she didn't need to keep her guard up so much.

Then there was a moment of clarity.

Don't listen...feel.

Ovia blinked, her eyes becoming clear, and looked up at Dante. He looked...off... the only way she could describe it. His demeanor had shifted entirely and when he opened his mouth to speak, it was definitely not Dante in control anymore. The sultry tone was unfamiliar to her, and she all of a sudden felt uncomfortable being this close to him.

Though as nothing happened and everyone continued to speak, Ovia listened. She listened and observed those around her, taking mental notes of the people around them. Unlike how it seemed to be just minutes earlier, it seemed more reapers were in control of their hosts now, though not all of them were.

Ovia was snapped out of her thoughts when the reaper she now knew as Melody, spoke to her. 'Falling girl' seemed like an embarrassing nickname and so Ovia opened her mouth to correct her, but before she could, she was was already on her way to the exit where she had been heading before.

She stood dumbfounded and a bit disoriented, her mind now clear of whatever spell she'd been put under to make her want to come over. She had heard Lorelai for a moment, and wondered if she was up for talking now, but then looked to those around her.

After looking at Dante once more, it now seemed that he was back in control of his body. Ovia turned her head to face the rest of the people still standing close by. She ducked her head a bit before standing up straight, moving away from Dante's hand, feeling well enough to support herself now. Lorelai could wait, she certainly wasn't going anywhere.

"Hello I guess? My name is Ovia, and the reaper that's possessing me is Lorelai. I won't cause any problems for anyone unless they do for me, and Lorelai is a bit touchy, but I hope to get along with you all.", she stated adjusting the survival pack on her back remembering her guns stashed inside.

 

[Kiroshiven]

Diego & Diala

Diego sighed as the reaper possessing Luciana spoke. "My CONCERN is that your host has a will of her own and that you're completely disregarding it. The point of saving this world isn't just for your master's amusement. Human will is what screwed up this world, but it's also what's going to save it." He spoke clearly as he stood and walked past her. Only to turn around and place the dull edge of his knife against the reaper's throat. "And although I don't care ultimately if we die, I DAMN WELL won't let someone's feelings be trampled on for the sake of a mission......Not again." He muttered the last phrase to himself before turning around as the main warehouse's door opened.

"Oh lovely, the Siren's come out to play." Diego reached for another cigarette and lit it up. Diego, they're speaking of a hideaway. And if my.....investigation, is correct. There are quite a number of smokes, as you call them, waiting. "Guess I can play along. This group looks less fit for combat than any village I've helped." He spoke, moving the cig to the other side of his mouth. "Save for the girl with the assault rife and our little girl with the long range rifle on her." He sighed as Diala reached out to each of the individuals present's minds and spoke to them.

"Hello siblings and their champions. My name is Diala and Diego here is my champion. Though he's a bit gruff and direct, he's reliable and fairly kind. Just give him some time and I'm sure you'll get along. Just note that I won't take any sass regarding his attitude. I chose him now you can all deal with him." Diala's "voice" sounded firm and immovable but warm and welcoming. It was a rather difficult thing to describe.


Armenia & Valdan

Armenia was thankful that the song finally stopped and the echoes of war filling her mind stopped as well. "Ugh, that was so damn rough." Armenia looked up as this...Melody decided to play nice. And although she called some of the people by name, Melody seemed to just refer to her as cutey one. "Armenia. Get it right." She growled as she watched the people that left walking back in. And shortly after a reaper had literally invaded her mind and was speaking to all of them. "Diego and Diala? How is it your names both wound up starting with that same syllable? Freaky coincidence." She shook her shoulder while holstering her pistols, which had returned to their original condition. "I think I'll let bloodthirsty and pale introduce himself."

Armenia's eyes shone blood red as she gave Valdan control of her for the first time since they merged. "Well well well, my siblings sure found some interesting hosts. Did you people just pick at random? Half of these people don't even look like they've seen enough years or hardship to deal with stubbing their own toes. And for that matter...." Quickly pulled back, Armenia stepped up.

"Sorry bout him. He hates humans......a lot. His name is Valdan. He's apparently got a lot of knowledge on war so consider him a help when it comes to battle experience." She chuckled awkwardly while scratching the back of her head while observing the group more closely. Valdan really did have a point. Everyone here was actually well groomed and attractive, save for Eth. He had a bag of cloth over his face for some reason. The two young girls Snow and Ovia were too damn adorable for this shit show. She'd have to try and help protect them. Unlike the way my parents "protected" me.
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[AngelicSavant]

Belial

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The Reaper eyed the blade at her throat, though she didn't flinch at the sensation. If the vessel had any plans of ending her, it would have done so already. It was a rather obvious bluff. Still, this one had a rather unique talent for contradicting itself. She took careful stock of that fact before following Diego back to the warehouse.

An annoying sensation stabbed at her as they approached. A persistent tug, auditory in nature. One of the others was weaving some sort of spell. Fortunately, her vessel had no control. Otherwise, she might have found her body drawing nearer to the source of the sound. Such weakness... for a moment, the Reaper wondered how her host had survived to maturity.

It seemed an accord had been struck amongst the group. Ultimately, they would corral themselves. It was a convenient turn of events. There was no need to waste power beating them into submission. Their complacency was both a boon and a glaring weakness.

Belial blinked, reaching up to massage the back of her vessel's neck. This body was tired, and beginning to ache. Deciding how to manage this group of fools could wait until she'd figured out how to properly restore it.

"You," she said, finally. Gesturing towards Dante, she tilted her head towards the exit. "Lead the way. Quickly, before my vessel dies of old age."

Kiroshiven One Mean Ghost