Fantasy Department of Defense Against the Supernatural

[Hel]

"Oh, yeah, I had forgotten all about that, Hmm." Liliana mused to herself. She found the group a bit amusing. Leaning back in her chair a bit so that her long hair fell away from the chair some, the blonde chewed on the straw that she grabbed from the drink tray.





Alexander listened to the others, then asked, "So, are you gonna join or not?" He leaned forward, propping his chin on his hands and staring at her intently through his black veil of bangs.

 

[Sleipnir]

After another moment, Shylock sat, quietly listening and not necessarily wanting to force his way into the conversation. He say back, sipping the latte and waiting.


Sanja nodded to him. "This is Liliana, Fred, and Kyuma. Did I catch your name...?" She asked quietly with a frown. "Shylock...?"


He nodded. "Yeah, that's right."

 

[WitworthGold]

She nods when her name is called and takes another sip before answering, "I think so..." she sets down her mug as she leans forward wrapping her arms around her knee.


"I felt a strange pull to move here and this...," she gestures to the building, "Might be why."


Then she adds with a playful grin, "That and I'm a badass witch that these guys would totally lost without." She says gesturing to Justin and Liliana.

 

[BookWyrm]

(All caught up, and ready to finally introduce Ronan to the fray)


It had been, by far and large, the most interesting and frustrating month of Ronan's life. Oh, D.C. was incredible by every mean. The local day to day life involved invasions from strange otherworldy beings and grand historical monuments, where else could you find that in walking distance? But, that wasn't the problem. The problem was the fact that Ronan had a rather bad situation he was stuck in at the moment. The previous night had been a fight night at one of the local underground clubs, and he had been lucky enough to come out on top, at the cost of burning up both his Dire Wolf and Hydra reserves. The joys of Osteomancy, he grumbled to himself as he stepped out onto the sidewalk. He had heard of a local shop the had opened that specialized in magical materials and what not. Maybe, just maybe, they might have some clean bone powder. Good quality bone powder, or "clean cut" in the Osteomantic street slang, if there was such a thing, was notoriously difficult to find outside of areas rich in fossil beds. Back at La Brea Ronan had had his pick on the lot, but now he had to micromanage what stock he had left. It was far too valuable to use up.


He had been trolling along and almost walked past the door to the shop. Turning back to look he noticed the sign read "Closed". "Damn it." Ronan turned back to the street, looking at nowhere in particular. "Now what?" Finally he sighed and walked back towards his apartment, luckily he was only about four blocks away. Once inside he opened up his laptop, checking his email to find a message.


Ronan,


The items were sent last Wednesday, so it should arrive by the end of the week. I hope this helps. It is the last clean stock I could manage to get out of LA, and I had to tip off a few people to make sure nothing happened to it. You don't just send this much Osteomantic material without someone taking notice. That, and you aren't the most popular person around here. Luckily, I am a master puppeteer. Don't worry about compensation, I owed you for the favor back in Nepal.


Honestly, I miss you already.


Best of luck,


Jess





Ronan sighed. He missed his friends, Jessica most of all. They had been close, perhaps more than friends. If it hadn't have been for the event back at the tar pits they probably would have been more. But when you make the wrong people mad, and those people happen to have close ties to the local mob, lets just say things get out of hand. "Well, I guess my old life is done. So, now what?"

 

[Hel]

Liliana smirked and said, "Oh, yes. Lost is what we would be." She knew how to be casual, despite the popular belief of many, but she had to be comfortable around those people. She stacked her empty plates and pushed them out of the way, she was done, but not yet ready to leave. Besides, this new face interested her. Who was he? He certainly dressed like a professional, but he wasn't a familiar face, if he was in the department they hadn't met yet.


"What about your shop? What'll happen to it?" Alex asked, "Not that we aren't excited you'll be part of the team, of course! Ooo, do you have a familiar? Maybe you could just let him run the shop, that would be a neat touch to a little witches shop!" He reached down to take another bite from his plate and realized it had gone empty. After she answered he'd have to go get more.





Around that time, another visitor stumbled into the Department's HQ. It was around 9:45 in the morning and the man seemed to be drunk already. He was dressed in a hoodie and dark blue jeans, the hoodie had some greek letters on it, as though he was from a fraternity:???. One who knew who the guy was would understand what that was for: The first three letters of the greek word for wine. The guy was about 5'5, and had mildly curly dark brown hair.


He went straight past the front desk, much to the dismay of the poor secretary and headed towards Piper and Greyston's offices.


Greston turned and thought the guy seemed familiar, but couldn't quite place him until he spoke, it sounded a bit slurred, but he was still perfectly intelligible through the thick greek accent.


"You guys gotta help me. I've lost all my followers- ever since the whole ordeal with Oberon, it's like no one what's to go party with me. I can't take this anymore, college kids are made to party, guys, and all of my followers have left." Dionysus said. He looked desperate, Greyston glanced to Piper. One of these problems seemed MUCH less important than the other.


Dionysus:

 

[Sleipnir]

Piper raised her eyebrows, looking at her partner. The heck was this? She had never met this kid. Followers? "Uh, slow down, please?" She looked back at the deunken frat boy. "What's happened?"


Shylock sat back, still listening quietly. "So, you all just joined?" There was a tinge of envy to his voice.

 

[Hel]

Liliana nodded to Shylock, "Yes, more or less almost all of us here are new." Liliana said, "Who exactly are you, by the way. I caught your name, but I don't recognize you." She said. She did not intend to sound suspicious, but she also didn't try very hard to prevent it.





"Ah, Piper, this is Dionysus, he is the greek, err, god of wine, merriment, ecstasy, etc. etc. You get the point." He turned back to Dionysus, waiting for the response that he quickly supplied.


"Right, um, well I have this band of followers, great people, they follow me around, we go cause and crash parties, everyone has a great time, sometimes we loose our clothes and, well, lets just say it's the best way to spend your free time- or all the time. But lately it's like my friends- the ones who follow me and worship me and whatnot- it's like they've all just cleaned up and gone home to live boring lives with families or something. I don't get it! Jasmine started studying to pass her summer classes! Studying! What's happening to the world?" The guy seemed distraught, as though he was announcing the end of the world or something.

 

[WitworthGold]

She chuckles before taking another sip of her espresso, "I've considered that but there is just one problem with that. He's got no thumbs so he'd have a hard time working the register and restocking."


She even finishes off her espresso, slides back in her chair and stands to smooth her dress before stepping away from the table, "Thanks for reminding me." She says. "Maybe I'll hire someone to run the shop while I'm busy with Department business." She adds with a with a shrug."


"But before any of that I need to go inform Piper of my decision and go check on my shop. I'll catch you guys later." After speaking she picks up her mug and places with the rest of the dishes before heading off to find Piper and Greyston.

 

[Sleipnir]

Piper nodded slowly. "...I can see how that's a problem," she said with more than a tinge of sarcasm. "And how do you think we could possibly help?"


Shylock shrugged. "Nah, I'm not an agent of the Department," he replied. "A friend of mine is sick and we couldn't think of anyone else to help, otherwise we would have gone to them." He didn't care to elaborate any more on that.

 

[Elias]

Jeff was flying around the city looking for any more disease cases and indeed that's what he found. They were turning worse. Minutes ago, he fouund three guys gurgling their innards out through their noses, while something looking like chicken pox was forming all over their body. 1 hour ago, he found a kid dying of cancer, minutes after he was born, and after, he found an old man, dead, shadow-blow like formations sprouting from his neck. The diseases were getting worse and worse, and they were getting more and more unusual. His CDC members couldn't make out what was causing. Or who was causing it. Jefferson had to consider even the possibiltiy someone was involved with this. He knew there were all sorts of derranged people and creatures in the world that could have done such a thing. Only recently he had heard about the lich thing back in DC, or the Yog-Dagor fight from New Orleans. He feared something like that, something huge was unfolding here and he couldn't make out what was it. He wasn't showing any symptoms yet, but that was probably because he was a phoenix, and diseases didn't exactly stick to pure fire creatures. But who knows, a disease may be wating for him aswell.


Justin got up from his place in the cafeteria and went for his room. On the way, he noticed a strange guy in Greyston's office, and oddly enough, he seemed drunk. Really drunk. Justin shrugged. He had to be quite the party man to be drunk at this hour.

 

[Hel]

"Do I really need to spell it all out for you? Geeze I thought you guys were competent. Whatever you all did to rid the city of the chaos monsters rid the city of general chaos. Before you ask how that could possibly be a bad thing, I'll ask you this: How much do you weigh?" Dionysus asked, pointedly, using the pause in the conversation to take a large swig from the . He knew she wouldn't be able to lie. He may not seem it, but despite his constantly drunken state he was actually fairly intelligent. He didn't know what exactly had happened, but he knew it was linked to the fight with the lich and that the department was responsible.


Greyston watched the two, a bit amused. He could see where Dionysus was going with this, having noted that he couldn't lie when asked about his condition since he woke up. But, he wondered how long it would take poor Piper to figure it out.





Liliana noted Justin's departure, as well as Freds. "Well, I suppose I should go find my own desk, hmm?" Liliana said to those who were left, "Pleasure to meet you, Sanja, Shylock," She said with a stronger sense of formality than usual. She got up and left, heading to her own workstation and seeing Dionysus herself. She recognized many of the so-called-gods. It had been part of her Valkyrie training to know them all and understand the relationships.





Alexander watched as the others left, then leaned back in his seat a bit, his attention fully on Shylock now. "So who is your friend? How come we seem to be the last people you wanted to come to?" He asked, watching him.

 

[WitworthGold]

Leaving the cafeteria Fred wandered the halls for a few minutes, searching for Piper and Greyston before deciding to try out a locating spell.


Removing one of her pendants she she holds it in one hand while waving the other hand over it and whispering, "Quaero cui duci." Placing it back around her neck the charm would glow and point itself in the direction of what she seeks.

 

[Sleipnir]

Piper opened her mouth to answer and said, "160 — wait." She frowned. "First, that is extremely rude. Second, I didn't intend to answer. So the balance is thrown off – more order than chaos is what you're saying? What does my answering have to do with if, then?"


"His name's Kidlat," Shylock replied instantly. "We didn't want to come to the DDASPETAMI because we-" he stopped suddenly, clamping his jaw. What? He had not intended to tell anything to a total stranger. Certainly not who his friend was and where they were from. "We don't get along," he finished awkwardly.


Sanja watched, curious. What was that? She thought the response was odd at best and suspicious at worst. Same as when she'd been working on Kidlat in the healing room.


 
While waiting, Piper sent out a group text.


We have a new case. Justin, Fred, Kyuma, Alex, Jumil, Sanja, you're going to Detroit.


Then she texted Luke in particular. Luke, could you call your brother? I don't know what's happening in Detroit yet, but it's bad. And we have two members of the Golden Fang Brotherhood in the building right now. They could be involved.





She glanced at Greyston. "Do you want to send the two vampires with them to Detroit or watch over them here?"


@KattRai @subject 635

 

[Kalin Scarlet]

Piper opened her mouth to answer and said, "160 — wait." She frowned. "First, that is extremely rude. Second, I didn't intend to answer. So the balance is thrown off – more order than chaos is what you're saying? What does my answering have to do with if, then?"
"His name's Kidlat," Shylock replied instantly. "We didn't want to come to the DDASPETAMI because we-" he stopped suddenly, clamping his jaw. What? He had not intended to tell anything to a total stranger. Certainly not who his friend was and where they were from. "We don't get along," he finished awkwardly.


Sanja watched, curious. What was that? She thought the response was odd at best and suspicious at worst. Same as when she'd been working on Kidlat in the healing room.


 
While waiting, Piper sent out a group text.


We have a new case. Justin, Fred, Kyuma, Alex, Jumil, Sanja, you're going to Detroit.


Then she texted Luke in particular. Luke, could you call your brother? I don't know what's happening in Detroit yet, but it's bad. And we have two members of the Golden Fang Brotherhood in the building right now. They could be involved.





She glanced at Greyston. "Do you want to send the two vampires with them to Detroit or watch over them here?"


@KattRai @subject 635

Kyuma looked down after feeling a rumble in his pants...of the unnatural sort. He reached a hand into his pocket, removing his phone to find that he'd received a text from the boss. 'Detroit, huh...? Well, it could be fun to go back home for a while.' he thought as he looked over the contents of the message.

 

[Hel]

Dionysus waved Piper off, and said, "it's a side effect, right? You can't lie, you have to answer, yadda yadda. Plus, this is your problem because one of your members caused it. So fix it! You're really killing my vibe."


Greyston smirked and nodded, "Don't worry, We'll take care of it. Do you intend to hang around until we do or what?"


"I'll be around." The man said before disappearing.


Greyston turned to Piper then, "Right, send them both with the condition that they help. Beyond that, you're in charge, Pip."


Alex looked at the message as he listened to the man speak. "Oh, yeah, looks like I'm heading out that way, too." He said.

 

[Sleipnir]

Sanja nodded. "Me too," she said. "Wait." A second message went through. 'Find those two vampires while your at it. Tell them they have a choice here: Stay at HQ or come with us and help. They can't just leave.' She looked over at Shylock. "Reed said you can either stay here or come help."


Shylock looked a bit surprised,


Then nodded. "Well — uh, yeah. I mean, it's out problem so we might as well help."

 

[WitworthGold]

Her phone buzzed, interrupting the quiet clicking of her heels on the tile floor. Pulling out her phone she read the message moments before she arrived at their location. "It looks like we're headed to Detroit, Barty." She sends to her half asleep familiar through their link.


Upon arriving the pendant would cease glowing and fall back to her chest.


"I've decided to join..." she says. "I've got the power to help, and I've kinda gotten attached to this circus." The second bit was unintentional, and what followed even more so, "Also workng here might help me find out just who murdered my parents." Her statement tumbles out without her having really thought it through, but she can feel the truth in them once its been spoke.

 

[BookWyrm]

It had been only a matter of days since the incident with the Lich, and D.C. had already seemed to be going back to normal-ish conditions. If it wasn't for the strange spell affecting the city it seemed like nothing had happened at all, the people just went about their business with no care as to what happened outside of their own worlds. Out of sight, out of mind, or so it would seem.


Unfortunately, if you looked hard enough into the dark areas in life, something was probably going to look back at you. That is what had happened with David Renolds, a pseudoscientist and former contractor for the Order. The Order had been quiet about their intentions for Renolds employment, all they had said is that they believed his theory on dimensional portals was accurate, and that they would supply him with a lab and equipment if he would assist them in a project. Renolds, fueled by the opportunity, as well as the considerable paycheck, signed on without much thought into what he was really doing. And now that choice had come back to bite him.


Carnifex stood over Renolds, laughing at the scientist's pain. "If you wouldn't have perfected that theory of your's, this wouldn't be happening. At least you can take comfort in knowing that you were right." Carnifex grabbed Renolds by his throat and slammed him up against the wall of the warehouse. The scientist had arrived at the warehouse thinking he would receive his payment. Instead he was met by the product of his work. Carnifex and Vortigas had been assigned their first target; the very man who helped bring them into the world. "You....monster...", David managed to cough out the words before Carnifex tightened his grip. "If you think I am a monster now, let me know what you think of this." Carnifex growled as his body began to shift and warp. What looked like blood began to ooze out of his eyes and cover his body, twisting it into a horrendous form. A mouth formed across the Hollow's face, filled with razor edged teeth. "What do you think of me now? Behold the product of your theory. I am Carnifex, violence incarnate!" Carnifex let go of Renolds, who slumped against the floor as he grabbed at his throat. He managed to catch his breath before he felt a sharp, agonizing pain in his stomach. He looked down to see himself impaled by a blade like projection that had grown form Carnifex's arm. Renolds was hoisted into the air before being impaled by the other arm, only to be torn in half a moment later. Carnifex walked over to Renolds' upper half and picked it up, turning to a chain that had been hanging from the ceiling. The chain had a large meat hook dangling from the last link. He hung the remains of the scientist's body in the hook before turning to Vortigas. "You think that'll leave a message?"


@Elias

 

[Kylesar1]

Luke was in his office doing a crap ton of paperwork, and operating a couple of construction bots for some businesses not fully repaired when he got a text from Piper asking about his brother.


He texted back to her. "What exactly do you need him for? He's not the type to come on vague details, even for me."


Meanwhile, Allen Phennell deactivated his camo in front of the main DDAMPSEA building, and looked to a summoned chameleon off his shoulder. "Let's head in, buddy." he said. He had just gotten back from a Blacklist Hit from an overseas terrorist, as he was one of few that could do it without bullets or reliably traced magic. He was never the type for flashy appearances.


He checked in and went to the back, where Piper and Corin were. "Agent Allan Phennell, reporting. I haven't been here due to classified business." They both knew he was in the CIA, but he still couldn't relay to them mission details. "I heard DC went through quite the attack. Hell, it's all over international news." His hit was to keep the terrorist and his group from striking DC during the Lich attack, as it was the perfect time to strike.


@KattRai


@Sleipnir

 

[Archon]

Victor (totally changing my name) stood at the center of the manor, his prescense evidenced by the various bodies surrounding him. Security never were much of a challenge...


"P-Please! I'll... I'll tell you what you want to know... Just don't... Don't hurt me!" The man cried, realizing his life was potentially over. His name was Connor Maxeme, a prominent man indeed. Wealthy, renowned, important. He had been funding a scientific experiment to develop a neuro-toxin that would grant greatly increase the capabailitites of the human body. Victor couldn't have that... But what he could have, was that neuro-toxin... Even more power would be most desirable. Of course, Connor wasn't going to live. All his files were in his room just up the stairs, Victor could find out what he needed there.


"Don't worry... I don't need your information."


There was a sickening splatter, as Victor shoved his fist through Connor's chest, ending his life in a rather effective manner.


Then he decided to get what he wanted, heading up the fancy stairs, Victor entered the largest doors, and peered throughout the room at the many majestic pictures, and the grand furniture, before heading towards the desk and settling down. It appeared Connor had already been studying the toxin... All the files were scattered upon the desk, with time of the essence, Victor set himself to work. Chances were the police would arrive soon, but would see the bodies, and contact the Department of Defense against the Supernatural. Not that he couldn't handle them, the morons were used to dealing with big lumbering nigh-omnipotent powers. Not a superhuman genius... Like Victor. Although regardless of who came, they were no laughing matter. It'd be better to read the files now and leave, he couldn't transport so many... Curses, if only he'd brought a bag.

 

[Elias]

Vortigas watched in silence as Carnifex did his work. His moves were accurate, brutal and had just enough of that sadistic thing he liked in his killings. As Carnifex hooked the body, Vortigas released an eerily derranged chuckle as he closed in on the hooked dead meat. His mask was motionless, as unemotional as his intentions. Grabbing the body slightly, he gave it a quick stroke, smearing his hand in the blood of the victim. Renolds was a piece of shit. He was basically the reason he and Carnifex were what they were now. True, more people contributed to his demise, as was the sadistic scientist he was put in care of. Oh well. Every thing has it's way of unfolding. Releasing a small sigh of pleasure, Vortigas turned to Carnifex. ''This will do'' he said simply as he backed away from the body. His time to shine will come. For this mission, it was truly Carnifex's turn to release his anger. But soon, he would get a chance . A chance to do some play of his own. Oh, joyous, delightful play.... @KattRai

 

[Sleipnir]

"We could very well need an exorcism. Whatever this is, it is a powerful entity. It's effecting an entire city and then some," Piper texted Luke back.


Sanja sighed and stood up. "Well," she said, "I better go back. Gotta be ready when we get called out."

 

[Hel]

"Yeah, yes it was." Greyston said to William as he walked up, then he turned to Fred with a smile and said, "Well, we'll be glad to have you around, and if you can find some justice in your free time then that's all the better." He knew that wasn't really what he was supposed to say, but that's what he thought, anyway.


He then turned his attention to Alan, "Yes, yes we did. Hopefully we'll get just a bit of a break now, if you'd like to stick around I'll find a case for you to work, or you could take a bit to shake off the jet-lag. Your choice." Then he turned back to William, finally.


"Right, so we have a few other cases to handle- last on the list is fixing whatever imbalance between chaos and order there is around here. Dionysus may be angry about it, but I for one am enjoying the political suicide happening lately. Besides that, the local police are having a much easier time catching criminals when they can't lie, so I say we leave that alone for now. There's been a break-in at a very wealthy mans very expensive home. The police were on their way there now, but if it turns out to be anything they need our help for, I'd like you to head out to take care of it. Take, hmm, Alan if he's up to it, and Liliana with you. A team of three should be more than enough to handle whatever is out there, I'm sure." He was referring to Connor Maxime, his alarm system had alerted authorities of a problem, and when very wealthy people have problems, very high authorities are charged with monitoring them.


@Archangel Galdrael (Because we're talking about your case)


When Sanja and Kyuma got up to pack their things, Alex followed suit and headed up to pack a backpack for himself, then he went on down to where Piper's office was, across from Greyston's. "It's rather busy here, huh? So when do we go?"

 

[Elias]

''Got it'' William said as he did a short nod to Greyston and left his office. Passing around the hallways, he looked for the ones he was sent to take. Reaching Liliana, he informed her of the job they got and motioned for her to follow him (@KattRai


Justin went downstairs, backpack on his back, he reached the place where Sanja, Kyuma and Alex already stood. ''This is exciting..'' he said as he got closer. ''Our first official case. I hope we'll succed in figuring what's happening in Detroit''

 

[WitworthGold]

Heading to where she and the team are supposed to mee^ she speaks. "Before we go can we stop by my shop? I want to pick up a few protective charms and such..." then after thimkimg for a moment she adds, "That and I don't remember having locked up before the crisis."