JoJo's Bizarre Roleplay: Shades of Heaven

[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann


(whoopsie forgot my music.)

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"Gah! Bloody shits! I'll... why's it so bright?" he asked as he moved up his headgear, seeing the van now present. "More people come to play? I hope their joining my side..." he stated as he headed towards the van as November rain watched the final... thing. "You cut me good." he examined the cut on his chest, it hurt, but it wasn't enough to kill. "But sadly, thats all your worth it seems, shoulda picked a lesser man to bother this evening. Its hard to hold a candle... in the cold November rain." And with his final words the stand unleashed it's shots upon the poor bastard, bullets numerous as rain drops, each as deadly as the last.

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Oh baby


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oh deary me


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Rosie now stared at the van that was glaring at him like an angry bull, he scoffed slightly and walked out of it's way as his stand disappeared. "Whoever in the van, I ain't lookin' for trouble, what're yea here for? If it's a fight I still got bullets in me. And my stand doesn't need to reload." he stated as he attempted to stare into the driver's window, his one eye scanning the window for anything that might tell who this person is...





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[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo


The figures, whilst halted by a hail of gunfire, continue to lumber and advance, aside from the previously entirely intact one, who's head goes flying sidelong into the gutter in a spray of bloody chunks. Before you can quite collect an image of who's inside through the tinted window, the side-door of the van bursts open, and a rather handsome man steps out into the street. Somewhat gaunt, fairly tall, with long, shaggy hair, a toothpick perched between his teeth, just in front of his right canine. He wears a tan outfit bearing the same logo as the van: SPEED - WAGON

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He strides out into the street, a thick wire trailing into the van, from an object he holds. It looks almost like he's wielding a set of floodlights as a staff. "Alright Danny! Fire me up!" He calls, before turning to face you. "Avert your eyes if you like using them...." he says, before flicking a switch on the back of his weapon, approaching his still-moving, blood and organ coated skeletons. "You've certainly made this easier for us, kid..." He says, as the floodlights begin to hum and glow. Indeed, they seem to simply be ordinary floodlights. Despite that, the creatures you fought give a scream as the light bursts upon them, their remaining flesh rapidly burning away. After he turns the light off, he turns back towards the van, putting away the light as the smell of cooked meat fills the alleyway. "Ahhhh fuck...HEY! DANNY! SHE'S NOT HERE!"


"Not here? Okay so she made the vampires here then?"





"Nah, these ones weren't as clever as the survivors of the Switzerland incident."


"So? Those guys where old!"





"And kept frozen for 60 years."


"Riiight...The Stand-user? He clean?"





"Seems like it....Hey." He turns back to you, extending a hand as he steps into the van. "Name's Joel Zimmerman. If you don't mind, I'd like you to ride with us for the night. Streets are about as safe to wander tonight as Detroit, and you can probably help us pin down these fuckin' freaks. You are?"


Before you can answer, a scream echoes out in the night.


"...Welp, hop in or stay behind- DANNY! REV THE BITCH BACK UP! YOU GOT A LOCK!?"


"Yes sir!"


@SephirothSage


From your vantage point, you get a rather lovely view of the Van, and something you've yet to see in your many many many MANY years of travel: Artificial sunlight. Not a channeling of the ripple, but a device causing the same lethal effect to the vermin as the sunrise would, before he steps back into his van, and extends a hand to the man with too many arms. Then another scream echoes to the night, from a road on the opposite side of the building you've taken as your vantage point.


@Thief of Words


As you materialized, the beast lets go of the girl. It bears the features and scars of one of Kars's Homo Sapiens test subjects, from fangs to claws, to thirsting eyes. It lunges for you, with a frightful shriek, as the woman screams out again, louder.

 

[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann


Not feeling the need to argue... since the guy introduced himself first AND got rid of his regenerating problem, he obliged the man's offer and hopped aboard the van. "You can call me Gunnery, yea thats my last name and I ain't tellin you the first one... no offence meant, father was an asshole." he stated as he sat on the nearest seat available to him. "So... care to fill me in on this whole deal? I mean i've been to Detroit, it was shitty but it didn't have regenerating assholes with claws and faces a mother wouldn't love. And where can I get one of those heat rays, always wanted one of those, worked for a few guys who had one... bastards always hogged it." he crossed his arms after his small speel, looking at the man named Joel.


"And yea, I feel like shootin' some more... Mind yea be careful who you point at for me to shoot, I will not be held responsible for any sort of collateral damage, loss of property, loss of local wildlife or emotional trauma." he stated as if he had this down to a science, just had to be sure he wouldn't be screwed over at the end of this.

 

[Thief of Words]

The statuesque, horned woman gives the creature a contemptuous sneer. Without moving or taking her eyes from the beast, she addresses its intended victim. "Now seems a poor time for you to be in the vicinity. Lest you wish for this creature's kin to find you, I would cease screaming and start running away."


Staring the monster down, Maiden held her ground, deliberately allowing its blow to land full force. She could regenerate any damage the creature caused her, and it burying a claw in her flesh only meant that she could devour the thing more easily. But she would get her answers first. She would know who made it, where it got access to one of Kars' masks. "Wrong move, vermin," she cooly informed the vampire as she took hold of its overextended attacking limb and began to devour it. "Tell me who made you, and I might let you survive this."

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Making an improved grab-utilizing melee attack (hitting its arms as it lands its hit.)


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[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo


Joel gives a chuckle as he sits across from you. "Not a heat ray. Just a floodlight with an Ultraviolet Accelerator. To most people, it's just a really bright light, but to vampires? It's like the crack of dawn. Especially to weak ones." He leans back, as you feel the van lurch. Beside the flood light, is a generator. Beside the Generator, is a shelf. A shelf filled with guns. Lots, and lots, of guns. Joel pulls out his cellphone as the van skids around a turn. "DANNY! Ease off ya shithead! I'm callin' th'boss!"


"Might wanna hold off! Think I've found'er!"





@SephirothSage


The Van skids off towards the second spectacle, as the gunman hops in.


@Thief of Words


You feel the cold blood of the lesser vampire feeding your system, as your skin latches sharpely into his hand. He cries out, trying desperately to pull away. "Doktor Sawbones! Doktor Sawbones! She'za back-alley Doktor! She'z'been runnin'xperimentz t'make 'umanity azzend!!"

 

[SephirothSage]

Ramms sighs as he cracks his shoulders, unfurling to stand back up- then begins to race along the rooftops after the car at full speed.


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[Thief of Words]

Maiden considered a moment. That sounded like Kars' rhetoric, to be sure, but Kars would never waste time actually aiming to improve humans, he considered them disposable minions at best and cattle at worst. "Where do I find this...Doktor," the word was strange on her tongue. "And hurry, before I change my mind about this."

 

[TacoMann]

@Thief of Words


"I don't know- I DON'T KNOW! Sh-She haz a kouple of k-klinicks! Mostly in st-storage lots and ou-out of trailer parkz! I don't know wh-where she iz now!!" He yelps as the woman backs against the far wall of the alleyway, watching the scene in horror as the vampire struggles desperately to break away. You hear a screech from the streets, the van from earlier returning, speeding towards the alley you stand in, as you hear a sound of footsteps rushing from deeper down the alleyway. Two more fledgling vampires, a tall, slender woman, and a pudgy, warty, taod-like person, both charge you as the door of the van opens.


"UV Ready!" You hear a man call from in the van.


(Fortitude Save)


@SephirothSage


You manage to keep up with van, and catch a clear glimpse of the scene in the alleyway before the Van skirts to obscure the scene.


@Orikanyo


The Van lurches wildly as it takes a pair of turns far, far faster than the speed limit of these streets, before coming to a sudden, almost painful stop, as Joel sits down, grabbing the floodlight and kicking on the generator it's plugged into.


"Lined up!"


"UV Ready!"

 

[Thief of Words]

Gritting her teeth, Maiden grimaced at the vampire fledgling. "Not. Good. Enough." With that, she absorbs the rest of his blood and body, leaving nothing behind, before whirling to face the high-pitched screech from before. It sounded like the same chariot she'd seen rushing towards the explosive sounds from before. Holding up a hand against the glare of their lamps, she let out a ragged scream as her flesh was bombarded by false sunlight.


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[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann


"Hrrp! Oh god, could yea drive abit safer damn it! I get car sick easily!" he called to the other two as he covered his mouth, his face all green. "Bloody hell on a roll tonight are we?" he then looked through the open door.... "...Oi... is that woman... what in bloody 'ell is she wearing!? Is... is that a f**king frog? What in hell is going on here anymore!" he stared out the van's door dumbstruck as all hell... then he remembered the cookies....


Staring at the bag he withdrew one.. sniffed it... then looked at ti confused. "...Did that old hag.. drug me?" he asked as he then glanced outside, seeing the woman.. absorbing the other ugly thing.... "yep... yep that has to be it, I tripped on a piece of glass, stabbed myself, and I'm tripping balls as all hell, only explanation for this..." having found a... reasoning behind all of this, he then paused for a moment as he tried to figure out his next action.. should he shoot at the things down the alley? Are they only hallucinations? Maybe they're just hobos fighting over something?


"Joel, joel, I'm not hallucinating right? Your real right? If I was, tell me, seriously shoulda known from the heat ray thing... or was it U.V... ah great now the lady's screaming, this is the worst trip I've ever had!"

 

[SephirothSage]

At this point, the observing knight frowns. He witnessed the scene in the alleyway- and his mind is not slow. The woman was attacking another vampire- saving a mortal, in essence... but like him, burns in the sun; if slower than a normal a vampire. It's a quick decision in his mind- easily made. It's a rash, foolhardy one, as well- as he grabs his trenchcoat, and rips it from his frame; leaving him completely bare chested for the world to see his glorious musculature in harsh, metallic relief..


As he leaps down into the alleyway, throwing the trenchcoat over the UV rays as he booms out in as commanding a voice as he can.


"Halt, Speedwagon!" It ripples from his lips as his trenchcoat, hopefully, blocks the UV Rays before he or the woman is petrified, or burned away. "I am not your enemy- and I doubt this woman is, either." He insists, as he lands between the woman and the Light- blocking her body from it regardless; it feels simply wrong letting a woman, even a fellow monster, be assailed in a way she cannot defend herself from.


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[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo @SephirothSage @Thief of Words


The two lesser vampires stop dead, slowly disintegrating to a pile of glowing, molten ooze that rapidly withers to ashes.


Maiden's skin is bombarded. She feels, not burnt, but frozen by the heat, a shell beginning to form around her flesh in the false sun before the large vampire moves to interpose. The heat of the false sun burns against his calves, but he's mostly unharmed by it. Joel flicks the generator off, the heat of the UV Amplifier dying down.


"Okay. Okay. Easy. Easy- Gunnery, you're not hallucinating. Sir- Sir. Please stand aside. We're liasons from the Speed-Wagon foundation. My name's Joel Zimmerman, and I'm hoping desperately you're non-hostile. We just need to have a word with the lady." He sighs, as he pulls the floodlight in, placing it between himself and Rosie. ""Then again. You may as well come with us yourself, considering those burns on your legs there." He gestures to the back of the van, as a Green arm, bearing white stripes in the patterning of a tiger, reaches back and begins moving the many guns taking up a good portion of the van into the front seat. The strange, psychedelic, disembodied hand seem to bear golden gloves, emblazoned with bright blue lettering: W-S "Danny? Mind radioing in after you've cleared the guns? I'll talk to these people assuming they don't kill and eat me?" He, again, gestures for the Vampire and Ancient Sumerian Ur-Vampire to take a seat across from him, at the back of the van.

 

[SephirothSage]

The Huge vampire grimaces as the sunlight burns at his back for but a moment- before they flicker it off. He heaves a sigh of relief, straightening out from his hunched posture- still facing the woman. He knows and understands the danger these humans have invited- perhaps even overestimating it, due to underestimating their capabilities. He stares briefly at the woman who he shields with his metallic body; before making his own gesture of trust..


As his body ripples away from being steel, into being mere flesh once more as he speaks in a softer voice to the woman. "A moment. Please- I ask of you. Trust me." He murmurs softly- before turning to rise and face the men from the speedwagon foundation, cracking his huge shoulders- and then nodding. "Thank you for your.. understanding. I do not believe us to, at present, be at crosspurposes, from what I have seen this night. So let us break bread, and be at peace for a little while." He offers, spreading his huge arms wide- before nodding and following the man into the back of the van slowly- crouching to see if he fits; pausing just outside the door to look to the woman.


She's unfamiliar to him- but of interest nonetheless, he supposes.

 

[Orikanyo]

Rosie stared at the large... being that was once steel a few moments ago... Yep... this day was one hell of a ride... he seemed well spoken enough, but of course this also meant he was good at hiding his true nature.... What seems peaceful and handsome now may just be a trap laying in wait... be it as it may. He was about to say something to the man... but then again they still had that woman there... Are these two safe to have in here? Was he safe to go along with these Speedwagon folks...


Regardless, he found his words once again. "Seems the lady here is the important one of the bunch... or their just trying to be gentlemen. Regardless I hope this night ends well enough, whatever those things are I'd rather never see them again..." her took a moment to eye the man who newly joined the in the van club. Bloody hell he was huge, do they even make shirts that size? Man could probably wield a tank as a club, best stay friendly while in tight quarters... that woman doesn't look that skinny either, both look like their bloody carved outa stone and steel respectively....


With that thought Rosie started to feel a tiny bit smaller the normal... Bloody giants the lot of em.


"So big guy, I see you've been picked up to, call me Mr.Gunnery if you want, professional mercenary, jack of all trades."

 

[Thief of Words]

Panting, Maiden inclined her head in thanks to the colossal vampire. Gritting her teeth against the pain from her partially ossified portions of flesh, she turned to look squarely at the van's occupants. "What was that? It...it felt like the sun. Has the Hamon clan learned to apply their ripple to these light-projecting devices?"


Her brows furrowed together as she shook her head and turned to the woman she'd interposed to save. "I realize you are frightened, but these streets are not safe for you just now. Wherever it is you were going, you should get there. And fast." Pausing a moment, she turned back to the chariot-rider. "What is your name, chariot-rider?"


Taking a step forward with a sound like a statue come to life, she stepped toward the vehicle. "I will join you on two conditions. One: you use your vehicle to take this human woman safely to her destination. Two: I will need blood to heal the damage you have down to me. Should we be attacked en route to wherever you intend to go, you will allow me to feed upon any creatures such as those," she gestured back at the still-glowing ashes where once had been vampires, "which we find."


Realizing something, she added, "Aside from this one," gesturing at the giant vampire with her thumb, "whatever else he is, he is clearly not a minion of those men."


Raising a brow, she put her hands on her hips and awaited the other's response.

 

[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo @Thief of Words @SephirothSage


Joel sighs. "Alright. My name is Joel Zimmerman. I work for an organization known as the Speed-Wagon foundation." He taps the emblem on his chest. "We're mostly known as a charitable organization making breakthroughs in medical research, prosthetics, and technological advancement. This is a secondary facet of the legacy of the late legend, Robert Edward O. Speedwagon. We fight the dangers the good people of the world don't know about. Now, we'll gladly take miss..." He looks to her then rolls his hand.


"Z-Zappa. J-just Zappa." She chimes in softly.


"Wow. Odd name."


"DUDE, my last name is Elfman. His is Gunnery. I don't think we're in any position to judge here."


"Shut the fuck up, Danny!- Alright, Miss Zappa, if you come along, and tell us where you where headed, I can drop you off. Maiden." He turns back towards the Pillar Woman, holding himself steady as the van lurches back into place from Rammes' weight shifting within. Joel groans softly. "Ugh. Maiden. Now. First off- Ripple, no, I wish. One of the earlier investments of the speedwagon foundation was an Ultraviolet Radiation Amplifier- Then again, I don't know if you're at all the scientist the last person we dealt with from the pillars was. Forgive the caution, but the last four people accidentally released from those pillars resulted in countless human deaths, and an attempt at hunting my race to extinction. Now, please, get in, it'll take a LOT of time to explain, and I'd like to know what you know about the masks, because someone has been using one recently, as you can no doubt gleam."


He sighs, and leans back into the van, then looks back to Rosie. "...This'll all make a lot more sense in about two hours, my friend."

 

[SephirothSage]

The huge wall of a man nods, soaking in the information- before responding in his usual rolling, deep tone.


"I see... interesting. I am Count Rammes Stein, originally of Nuremburg- former crusader. I thank you for the trust you are showing, and the risk you are taking, by allowing us inside your vehicle; I understand that you are fully aware of just how this would have gone, were we not friendly; and shall endeavor not to betray that trust, on my honor as a knight of Germany. Now that the manners are out of the way.." He trails of, frowning. "What's this about pillars? I presumed she was simply like me- an old and potent vampire who has, for one reason or another, chosen to prey primarily on lesser vampires, as I do. Which.. reminds me. You did not grievously injure me- but I will be.. weakened, until I too have partaken of blood... though admitably, we hunt my primary food source anyway, it seems." He muses aloud- chuckling deeply.


It is worth noting at this point that he is still shirtless, from using his trenchcoat as a projectile to try and block the UV light- only a pair of black leather pants protecting his dignity and modesty.


"It is a pleasure to meet you all, regardless- I rarely in my years have had a chance to... spend time with others who do not intend my death. It is a refreshing sentiment."

 

[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann @SephirothSage @Thief of Words


Rosie gave a large sigh. "i certainly hope so... wait... vampir-" the thought suddenly burst into his mind like a wrecking ball ridden by a certain songtress... His hand pressed over his wound from before and eyed the big guy with a mix of worry and caution. "..Yea... good to meet you aswell... You often go around shirtless? Mind you comparing you and the lady over there... you may aswell be wearing a suit and tie." he spoke to keep the attention from his current pain in the shoulder.


"2 hours then, owe yea that much for the save back there... Side note.. anybody want a cookie?" he looked to his bag that he has SOMEHOW not lost just yet, filled with the cookies that he blamed so much for his current predicament.

 

[Thief of Words]

Half-listening to the long stream of words she had no context for, Maiden eyed this Joel human warily. He had tried to kill or forcibly hibernate her on sight, after all. She waited for the human woman to enter the chariot before climbing in after her. A remarkable device, if it could run without manual effort of any kind. Drawing her lips into a thin line, she leaned forward, her expression suddenly intense. "Two things. One: how do you know my name?" She bared her teeth for the next one, "Where did those four go? I must hunt them down and kill every one of them for what they did to our race. Tell me! I will tell you what I know of the individual creating these wretches," she gestured back to the piles of ash that remained from the lesser vampires. "But I must know where Kars has gone."

 

[TacoMann]

@Thief of Words @Orikanyo @SephirothSage


Joel leans back with a sigh, and closes the door of the van behind Maiden. Then he flicks on a non-UV light in the roof of the van. "Alright...okay..."


"I'll take a cookie!" Again, Danny's disembodied green and white arm reaches into the back seat, to grab one of the snacks, as the van kicks to life.


Joel gives a sigh, and pulls out a toothpick, putting it between his teeth to replace one that dropped from the Van's wild drive to the current location. "Well. Two of his associates, Wham and ACDC, died about eighty years ago. Our last CEO- Er. My last leader, Joseph Joestar, slew them in single combat, using the ripple. The first of your kind we uncovered, known as Santana, has been held for research in an inert form for about as long as those two have been dead. Kars, however, is not dead. If old man Joestar was telling the truth..." He leans back with a sigh, and opens a small compartment, filled with ice, and bottles. He pulls out two. "-Cola anyone?" He hands one over to Zappa, who just sort of quietly nods, then holds the other out to Rosie. Should Rosie not accept, he sets it down back in the compartment. "Okay...so...If the old fuck was right. Kars is in space. By accounts given by our founder, Speedwagon, Old man Joestar, Retired Governor Smokey Brown, and a deceased nazi officer, Kars achieved ultimate immortality, even mastery of the ripple. So he's been launched into space with no way of returning. Our astronomers have confirmed he's now past Jupiter. We're alittle worried he may be on an intercept course with pluto, however. I'll probably be dead before that means anything."


He adjusts himself as the van takes to movement. Much slower than before. "Now. How I know your name. Is that we've been studying you about twenty years. You got stolen awhile back in transit by some goons who thought you where a mural. We finally managed to track you down to an illicit art auction. Before we could reclaim you, a firefight broke out, then you wound up getting fed and breaking out and-well no point in trying to contain you if you AREN'T the one making these vampires. We still have Santana for research. Now. You've been recovered, that's good. We're taking you to headquarters for some interviews. Now. I desperately hope you know the location of your mask. If you don't, however. That may explain the events of the past few nights....Also where where you headed Ms. Zappa?"


"T-To meet some friends at Time Square..."





"Well. That works alright then. We're headed to Manhattan, and this has mostly kept to Brooklyn, me and Danny will be coming back to Brooklyn to investigate after the interviews at Speedwagon HQ are done."

 

[Orikanyo]

@Thief of Words @TacoMann @SephirothSage


Rosie grabbed the can with a nod of his head, listening to the man's words as he cracked the can open, not a many to refuse a free drink, at least he wasn't offering beer, hated the stuff. "...That a stand?" Rosie asked as he pointed to the green and white hand. "Or you got a guy with one really strange arm up there?" he took another sip of the cola as he started to explain the situation to the woman who really could do with an update in her wardrobe... along with the man who current takes up half the back of the van.


"So, vampires, people in space, a interview at a company HQ, U.V lights that melt folk... Sounds like this will be a fun ride, thought something tells me by the end of this night the worlds gona be turned on it's head for me....yet again...." the man gave a slight sigh as he then looked to this Zappa person... A civilian, hopefully she doesn't run into trouble again later.. or perhaps shes simply a magnet for it?

 

[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo @SephirothSage @Thief of Words


The hand gives a thumbs up, flexing the W-S outwards as it does so.

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"Aye. It's my stand indeed! I call mine Weird Science! It's been keeping an eye back there for a while now! Gotta say, your stand looks pretty cool on its own, Cowboy." You hear the crunch of the cookie being eaten, as the hand again retreats into the front. An obtuse humanoid head, bearing a massed compound eye like the head of a dragonfly, and an odd, fanged, sucker-mouth like a lamprey. The mouth wobbles oddly as the human voice continues speaking. Zappa giving off an odd Eek! as Weird Science's face pops into view. "Huh. So you can see me too, huh? Interesting...most interesting. Only those with Stand potential can actually see most stands....but, that'll take a full seminar on its own to explain."





"So everyone can see that, huh?" Joel says. "Yeah, no, I'm used to just seeing things float the hell around, things randomly shatter. Occaisionally feel someone tapping me. Honestly. You get used to anything working with the Speedwagon Foundation for thirty years." He leans back with another sigh. The guy only looks to be in his mid-twenties, at most.


Zappa chimes in, herself. "So...So you're all, sure I'll be safe in Manhattan? I-I mean maybe I could just phone my friend, let her know I can't make it and-"





"You'll be in a crowd. And we have alot more operatives in Manhattan than Brooklyn. No problems have occurred in the mains of the isle of Manhattan long enough for there to be press coverage since the 40's, and if you know how much weird shit actually goes on in the world, that's SAYING something. We have an average of 5-20 Stand operatives, 2-10 ripple operatives, and occasionally even a vampire of own on patrol in the beat around HQ. Keep in the sun, keep with friends, you'll be fine as long as we're still a functioning organization. Of course, since we're technically a fracture of Joestar Enterprises, If you'd like, we could set you up with a safehouse in a hotel suite owned by Joestar Enterprises, and let you know when the problem in Brooklyn's been dealt with? We could even send a runner to your house to pick up a list of your belongings? Ms. Zappa."


"..." She zoned out at some point during his explanation, staring at all the oddities in the van with increasing acclimatization, eventually coming to rest on a specific sight.


"Ms. Zappa?"


"Hrm? Oh! OH!" She sits upright, blushing heavily realizing she had just zoned out staring at the muscular, idealized forms of the man and woman across from her. "Th-that sounds like a good idea."





"Hah! Ab-ogler!" WS's mouth curves into an odd pseudo-grin, before the Stand retreats.

 

[Thief of Words]

Maiden tilts her horned head as the long speech rattles forth from Joel. Seeing a compartment inside this chariot which contained cool air and ice, Maiden's eyes opened wide. Now that was an invention she would have given her eyeteeth to have in the old-old days. No more meat spoiling after a hunt. "I...am impressed at your....ice-box? Yes. Ice box. Er, there. Is that typical of these horseless chariots? Or is it another case of your Speedwagon Foundation's fantastic inventions?" She offers the human a small, still smile. "Might I try one of these 'colas'? I have yet to taste the cuisine humans have come up with in this age. I can remember past times when they proved rather inventive in their use of spices. The...what was the word...Olmec were quite good at seasoning food with the native vegetation."


Turning her attention back to the count, she inclined her head. "As before, you have my thanks for your timely intervention. I did not relish the thought of another millennium encased in stone." She frowned a moment. "Why do you not act as most of your kind do? Most of your sort behave as little better than ravenous beasts."


Scratching her cheek with one arm she turned toward Zappa. "Oh? If you like the view I do not begrudge it to you. I have no shame regarding the aesthetics of my physical form, merely regarding the conduct of the genocidal monsters who annihilated the rest of my race."


Shrugging, she addressed Joel's initial question. "I have no idea where the mask is. I did not have time to secure it before I had to leave the site of my awakening, as dawn threatened."

 

[SephirothSage]

The muscular vampire strokes his chin slightly, thinking quietly. He's been leaning back for a while now, simply listening to the others silently, stroking his perfect chin- but now, he speaks.


"I see.... so you too, hunt the one responsible for these.. lesser vampires who have been created by one 'Sawbones'.... Hrm." He thinks idly, before turning his attention, and chuckling faintly, as he notices the stare. "Hrm? Ahh- my apology for my immodesty. My shirt couldn't properly contain my physique, and ripped; and I've yet to have a chance to replace it... as for that question, my lady.." The hulking vampire turns towards Maiden, and smiles gently at her.


"I am differentiated from the others of those created by the masks for a few, simple reasons. One- I was not a degenerate low life thug /before/ the mask, but a ruling lord among my people, and a warrior. I remain as I was in many ways, for the mask seems to have had little effect on my mental state. Secondly? I am nearly a thousand years old. I've had the time to... acclimate to my state, so to speak." He says casually- before turning to Joel an Danny. "As for masks... apologies, but the one I used was left where it laid in my family's castle in what is now Nuremburg, after I... at once made use of it, and discovered what it was." He explains softly- a sigh on his lips as he closes his eyes- painful memories flickering across the ancient vampires face... before he chuckles once more.


"Sadly, I will have to turn down the offer of food and drink; normal fare... does not sit well with me, sadly. Now... onto the matter at hand." He clasps his hands together, and a solemn frown grows onto his face. "Hunting down the woman who is creating these vampires. I have a theory that she herself used a mask of similar quality to my own, and is using assorted, weaker methods to create these spawn- weaker, lesser vampires subservient to her. Alternatively, she is repeatedly using the mask; there is no real way for me to tell which is her mode of operation, though I did question a trio of her minions on this before killing them. Do you have any further leads than I do?"

 

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"I...uh..." She returns to blushing, and trying not to continue staring as she finds a lack of place in the conversation.


Joel opens up the cooler, and hands another can to the Maiden. "Personally? No. No leads beyond the fact that most of the identified corpses are all people from Brooklyn neighborhoods, so, in all likelyhood- Sawbones? Huh. Could be a good lead to follow. Any word on where we can find them? Full name? Was Sawbones just a nick-name or do we have a full name?- And no, most vehicles don't have an ice-box in them. Usually we use it to hold organs or study specimens, but I was sent out to recover you, miss. So I figured it'd be a long night." The man stretches out with a sigh. "I figure your interviews should be up about... 11ish? Maybe just past midnight? They'll probably send us back out on a hunt after everything's filed. Probably ask you to come with us. I probably won't get into bed until it's the time I usually clock into work. Fuckin' night shifts..." He groans, leaning back, as the van swerves alittle, then again, then again, before a more distinct rolling noise from outside as you take to crossing the Brooklyn bridge. "How much longer you figure, Danny?"


"Good traffic? Half an hour?"





"Huzzah."


"S-So...Y-You two are...vampires? Like. Like this is Hellsing or something? Am-Am I going to turn into a vampire to or something?! What does Stand potential mean?! IS THAT A VAMPIRE THING?!" Panick begins hitting Zappa, quite rapidly, before Joel calms her down.


"Stands and vampires are different supernatural phenomenon...but yeah. Kind of like Hellsing. Although she's not a vampire. She's from the race the ruled the world before humans. Note the horns."


"...She looks completely human besides the horns, though. A-And I mean th-they aren't like demon horns or anything, just cute..." She blushes softly.


"So shit.." He turns back to Rammes. "A fuckin' noble, eh? Christ, you been active your whole life? Or how long have you been up this time? It'd probably be on record if you where leaping through the trenches in World War II. We have more Nazi records at the SWF than most German organizations."