JoJo's Bizarre Roleplay: Shades of Heaven

[TacoMann]

The figure strides out of view, vanishing into the night skyline as Rammes rejoins the party. You make your way around a corner, onto a rather busy street, and after a good ten minutes of unmolested walking, you find yourselves at the foot of a rather nondescript office building. Just another tree in the concrete jungle. A tree with a bright orange logo of a wheel hanging over the door, and 4 vans identical to the one you had just been riding in parked out front. As the party approaches, a figure, steps out of the moonlight shade. Like a man in a black suit, and a black hat, who's features are all obscured in shadow. A low, rolling voice echoes from the shaded figure. "Welcome to the Speedwagon Foundation headquarters. I'm temporary studio head Hirasawa. I'd like to-" He pauses, as Joel continues walking, unperturbed, seemingly not registering his presence, walking straight through the figure, and up the steps into the front office. "...As I was saying. I'd like to welcome you all here. Elfman. Bring them in for interview and processing, I've already booked the girl in for room 3-13, Rosie in for 2-14, and our special guest in for a suite in our sub level. We'll run some minor tests on you, nothing too invasive, then get an interview." He nods to Maiden for a moment, before turning his back on the group. "As for yourself, good Serre Stein. I'm afraid we've got a shortage on rooms for the night. It's not exactly an apartment complex. So I'll let you get a choice to bunk with either your comrade here, the girl, or Joel... Regardless, I want you with atleast one of them. Makes surveillance easier as well. No offense."





Danny smiles, nods, and sprints up ahead as the man backs into a door in the shadows. A door that closes into nothing as it shuts. "Alright then folks! Come along with me, I'll get you to your rooms! OY! JOEL! WAIT UP!"


"Uhh....I'd...I'd prefer to sleep alone...n-no offense..." Zappa quietly says to Rammes.

 

[Thief of Words]

Stepping out from the shadows, surprised she was visible within the cover of darkness, Maiden inclined her head with a wary respect to the figure. "You are one of these 'Stand' things, aren't you?" She quirked an eyebrow at him. "I hardly require more in my accommodations than a space safe from sunlight. Any shadowed anteroom or below-grounds space is sufficient for my needs. The knight can take whatever accommodations you prepared for me if space is at a premium." Plus, that way she could avoid whatever set of artificial sunlight devices they no doubt had set to bombard the room with should they dislike her conduct or start to feel even more uneasy.

 

[Orikanyo]

Rosie grimmaced abit at the sound of his name, not responding but giving a silent nod as he followed Danny, letting N.R fade away from reality as they came into safety. Holstering his pistols he crossed his freed arms. "Well, seems the maiden is as generous as she is fair then, do what yea like Count Chocula I'm heading to bed, had enough fire fights for one night. if yea choose the bunk with me the door will be unlocked." he gave the man a small wave as he stopped near the dark suited man.


"Mr. gunnery is preferred, sounds less foolish then my first name." he gave the man a nod with his words, not meaning any offence in the matter. "So Danny, aside from helping eat cookies, whats weird science's function? yea could see November Rain's easily enough. Extra hands come in... handy at times." he gave a slight smirk at his own pun.


@SephirothSage (hes a count and vampire, seriously it was a prime choice of pun!)


@TacoMann


@Thief of Words (because I like mentioning the whole gang.)

 

[SephirothSage]

The count smiles gently at Zappa, and bows his head.


"Of course, my Lady- as you prefer. I'd never dream of imposing upon a fair maiden- certainly not so far as to ask to share her quarters after but a scant meeting." He smoothly reassures her, smiling gently- before he shifts to look at Maiden and nods.


"Are you sure? I have similar requirements- and it seems only right to permit a lady a room while I sleep in a box in a corner, rather than the reverse." He suggests calmly- before looking towards Gunnery...


And squinting. "Meanwhile.. my name is Stein, not ... Chocula. I feel as if I have been mocked- but cannot quite place the reference. Rest assured- I will not tolerate insults to my honor in the future, now that you have been warned."

 

[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo @SephirothSage @Thief of Words


Danny gives afew quick claps as he turns around. "Alright! So perhaps we could split it this way! We give Ms. Zappa a room for one, Maiden can bunk with her after we get a few samples- just skin and blood, and just a little, we don't want to be too invasive, just see if there's anything we can gleam from your own unique permutations. Santanna is still more than enough specimen on his own for more dangerous experimentation than a potential ally.- Meanwhile, Stein can share a room Joel, who also lacks a stand, but is well trained in dealing with vampires- both diplomatically and physically, no offense. Leaving you with me, G-man!" He tilts his glasses, obscuring his eyes as he grins down at the party from four steps above. "As for your questions, yes, the boss does usually speak through his stand. Even I don't know the specifics of his stand though. And honestly, he's LESS cryptic than our usual boss, Professor Kujo. Joel'll be sending an interviewer by to each room to conduct a debrief." He gives a proud snicker for a moment.


"As for my Stand's function?" He grins, then picks up a chunk of scrap-metal off the ground. "This is a plate typically used as under-armor for some of our vehicles. Other than the paint on one side, the entire construction is purely of a single element: Iron. WEIRD SCIENCE!" A breif blare forms as his Stand emerges, holding the metal at arm's length. The mouth of the stand opens and vibrates, creating an odd, barely audible whistling noise. The metal begins to shake and shiver, paint flaking off of it, until eventually, the metal simply flakes apart, crumbling like a cooking in an enraged toddler's grasp. "It's the basic principle of exact resonance! You ever see an opera singer shatter a glass? Same concept. Now. Follow close, and unless there are any objections to the plan, our good Count can follow Joel, G-Man can follow me, and you ladies can take the elevator in the front lobby up to the 3rd floor. Room 1-3 is the fourth door on the left of the elevator when you exit!"





His grin stays as broad as humanly possible as he turns, and moves back up the stairs, leaving a footprint in the newly formed pile of iron shavings on the steps.


(Also, all three of you! 4 character points! Either mark it down onto your character sheets, or: Add in a HERITAGE POOL section of your character submission.

 

[Orikanyo]

"Well I'll be... cool shit danny." Rosie smirked at the strange power, taking in every detail he could from the strange resonating power. Atleast he now knows what to look for should he use it, possible that the man needs to be in contact with the metal... would explain the extending arm he saw not to long ago. Now for the big guy, seems he took it personally, should keep that in mind, touchy about his title it seems.. or at banter in all.


"Right right, I most honestly appologise for my horrendous behavior, i shall endeavor to be most careful in my words in the future. If we see each other again after this of course." Rosie waved off the whole thing, moving forward as he started to take in his surroundings once again. "Don't take things to hard there Ser Stein, the world ain't as formal as we once were, and your social status will give yea nothing from a common man these days, atleast in the ways of subordination and respect, unless they're a history buff mind yea. But I get yea, a man has to have his principals, not a man alive who likes to be the butt end of a joke." he shrugged off the rest of the situation as he climbed higher up the stairs.


"So the interview, this a debrief? if its worth anything I'm dieing for a job, tired running around looking for cats."

 

[TacoMann]

As Danny leads you past the mirrored glass, and into the building, the doors swing open to a rather large lobby. Black tiles, patterned with golden designs, echo with thousands of footsteps, and Four great elevators sit perched across the far wall, behind a rather ornate desk. Balconies from the seven other floors sit in an esoteric pattern. A pair of secretaries work rapidly as agents scuffle from elevator to elevator to staircase. Out the doors, over balconies. At first glance, it would seem a normal- if rather stylized and busy -office. But the occasional second glance betrays the nature of the building. Not only do countless stands make themselves apparent amongst the staff to those who can see them, (The secretaries split into four more nigh-identical individuals, briefly phasing together between shiftings) but oddities continue even to those who lack the sight. A man skips the elevator to simply walk his way up the wall towards a balcony. A woman swings from one balcony to another carrying a bag of packages. Another man stops at the secretary's booth, folding up various papers, then tossing them to drift through the air and out of sight with impossible precision. The spectacle is distracted from as Joel, looking strikingly indistinct in this mass of quirks, waves over to the group.


Danny turns back to the group "Alright! Good Count, feel free to follow Joel upstairs, ladies, take the leftmost elevator up to the third floor, and it should be the fourth door on the left once you exit. G-man, keep close!" He grins, as he sets into the crowd, heading for the rightmost elevator himself. Weird Science stretches out behind him as he passes the now singular secretary, saying afew brief things, handling a pen for a moment, then retreating into him as he rings for an elevator.

 

[SephirothSage]

The Count bows his head calmly, before straightening out to follow the others along. He looks briefly to the Gunslinger- then nods.


"Of course. I am fully aware that my social status from long ago means little- but the fact remains. I am a man of honor, not a walking joke." He states calmly- before turning to Elfman.


"I don't mind sharing a room, no." He says in a polite, refined tone- before moving to follow Joel- nodding thankfully to Elfman, before flowingly striding towards Joel.


"So, you've been in this organization a while, then..? Fought many grand battles, I take it..? I don't suppose you'd care to trade stories about old battles..? I figure if we're going to be fighting side by side, it would be good to get to know each other a little better." He offers calmly- a relaxed smile on the huge vampire's face as he holds out a hand to shake with a faint smile.

 

[TacoMann]

@SephirothSage


He gives the hand a rather firm shake, and turns, heading up the spiral staircase at an easy pace. "Well, why the fuck not then. I wouldn't say grand battles, but I've spent my time working with some weird sorts and dealing with some odd shit. When stuff like your hand growing its own hands, or the guy your teamed up with morphing into an inverted slug-man becomes commonplace, you know you're used to this line of work. Nothing really crazy. No real grandeur to me. I've just been here long enough to know how to survive. Hell, I started back when this place was still under Joseph Joestar, but now it's technically his Grandson, a Japanese scientist named Jotaro Kujo. Professor of fuckin' Marine Biology of all things. Usually he lets Hirasawa take the reigns while he's off teaching or studying. Of course. His daughter got into a spat and got arrested. She was locked up in Green Dolphin street prison. We wound up losing touch with the boss-man abit after that. Still. He's been off the grid longer.... Bah." His walk continues up to the eleventh floor of the great complex. A rather long trek, before he comes to a fairly large door. "Veteran suite. Good chunk of the floor." He continues on to a smaller door. "My suite. Comfortable and practical." He opens the door revealing a rather sparsely decorated, but still fairly ornate apartment. It'd make good housing for a small rich family, and the furniture all seems to be quite expensive and comfortable. "You should see the Joestar suite up top. Professor Kujo only really uses it for charity events. Well. Apparently people have also seen a turtle striding around there from time to time..."

 

[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann


Following Danny, and thankful the count didn't propose a duel or something of the sort, Rosie kept an eye on all that was transpiring around him, oddities not unlike him were all over the place, it was almost as if this place was a haven for wierdos of all variety... Already feels like home.


"Well Danny, whats this interview about anyways? Guess ya'll are looking for new hires or something of the sort? I don't mind if it is, got no job at the moment anyways." the man states as he put both of his arms behind his head, trying to stretch them out abit to get rid of any stiffness in them. "I ain't no vamp or.. whatever the horny woman is, but I can shoot damn well if you need that, make a mean lasagna to." he started shooting the shit.


Its a pretty big office... tells that this corporation sees alot of money going through it... Would be a good place to work for if he had the chance. If he manages to get his own room in the end he could vacate his old place to, will require some heavy lifting on his part but.. thats moving right? And if he has to stay at his own place.. well guess thats that, use the money to improve things back home, or maybe continue on that donation thing... poor kids.

 

[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo


The elevator slowly slides closed, the inside as ornate as the lobby. "Well, first off, the interview's actually regarding tonight's events. I'm going to need a rundown of everything you know about the vampires, how they attacked you, what you know about the Stone Masks, and more specifically to you, if you've had any jobs tied at all to the stone masks in months prior. Sorry to focus on the grim, man, but it's just part of the job. On it Sal?" He looks over to the corner of the elevator. Revealing the room to not be entirely empty as he presses the button to head to the 9th floor. A paper airplane, made of bright blue paper, has been floating in the corner of the elevator. At his word, it flattens out to a creaseless sheet against the wall. A pen begins to fall out of it, before stopping at the bottom of the paper, then tracing along the edge to the top. "...Yeah. The paper is the stand. I don't quite get Sal's powers. Regardless. Feel free to start the rundown." He smiles as the elevator lurches to life.

 

[Orikanyo]

@TacoMann


Staring at the scene before him he waited for but a moment, but then nods to the man, scanning the room for any other surprises. "Well, first off I've fought some weirdos in the past, never really tagged them as vamps, but in the line of work I have I've never really come across any stone masks discussion, plenty of masked villains and fools trying to act mysterious, but no masks made of stone. As much as I have been playing mercenary, haven't come up against something that just refused to die like those ugly bastards... Wait... did get some strange job, was to steal some sort of artifact , or atleast act as muscle, never took it, since thievery really Isn't my thing, I can be subtle when i want to be but i'm no thief.


I get that this all seems real damn mercenary, but that really is my line of work, don't really have another way of going about it, stands have a tendency to freak folks out or atleast when suddenly things start to get giant holes blown into them they do, can't seem em, but folks no doubt see what they can do. Well, thats my auto biography, didn't always work for jack asses, some folks really wanted to make the world a better place, sometimes I just showed them they were doing it wrong... Course doing that really hurts the wallet yea know." Rosie sighed heavily once he was finished, ending off with yet another reference to his money troubles.


"...We'll be sleeping in beds tonight right? tired of sleeping on a matress."

 

[TacoMann]

@Orikanyo


"Actually, I take to a hammock. There's a cot you can fold out of the wall, not quite a full bed, but still fairly cozy I've been told." He beams, as the doors open, and he strides down the hall, the paper and pen folding back up into an "airplane", as they cruise down the hallway. There's a LOT less people moving through this hall than the others. To the right, a series of desks, each with someone at them, and many more paper airplanes flying, in a wide assortment of colors. The vampire who was walking up the wall earlier strides off the balcony and into the office, sitting down at a desk nearby. Danny gives everyone a wave, then opens a door, turning into a room, and clicking on a light. It's a rather small set of quarters. A hammock resting about 10 feet up. The walls fairly well soundproofed, a single window beside the mentioned cot at the far wall. A small minifridge sits perched in the corner by the door, and a small lab-set beside it. A stand bearing a stereo, a TV, and afew consoles bridges the gap between the lab-set and the cot. Weird Science extends, dragging Danny up the wall into the hammock. "Welp, time for some shut-eye, m'friend! Tomorrow we should be out to hunt down this Doctor and deal with this shit. Y'know the first job Old Man Joestar did with the current boss, Jotaro, was apparently tracking a vampire around Cairo for afew days or something like that? Hey, maybe you'll be running the show next!" He gives a chuckle, before tossing the labcoat and uniform jacket onto the floor, then folding back down onto the hammock.


@Thief of Words


Zappa takes to moving rather slowly as she heads towards the elevator. Careful to give almost everyone around her a wide berth, as she moves quietly. She's seen a share of oddities in her life, but this is just too much, even for her. She stands, waiting by the chromed black door of the elevator she was directed to, looking around the great atrium.

 

[Orikanyo]

A matress on stilts. best way to describe a cot really. Not that he could complain really, it was the start of a new journey, or rather some bizzarre adventure to be honest(HAH). "Right, good night Danny." he spoke simply, unsure of what to make of everything today, so he simply took off his boots, his coat, his various amounts of equipment, but kept his two holsters for the simple sake of having some security in this strange place... Shouldn't be a bad place to settle and work, maybe he'll meet more folks, perhaps another lovely lady... Bah whats he kiddin', what girl alive, or dead for the matter, would be charmed by a scruffy bastard named Rosie.


"Hmph." he grunted as his back impacted the bed, the creaking of the cot under his weight was slightly alarming.. but gave little cause to move. Tomorrow is another day... I should get to writing that letter soon to if I find time tomorrow.





@TacoMann

 

[SephirothSage]

The man soaks it all in, listening attentively after the brief but firm handshake as they walk into his quarters. He looks around and finds it pleasingly utilitarian compared to the rest of this building- more in accord with an old soldier's habits than some might have expected- ornate as befits a man of good stature, but the focus more on comfort than impressing others.


He slides into the room calmly and nods, looking around silently for a moment as he soaks in the mans words, nodding slowly.


"I see... an interesting Organization then, this Speedwagon foundation... Mrm. I must say- your taste in housing is certainly of the wiser sort than most; no need to focus on impressing others above making sure your home is comfortable, eh?" He says with a slight grin- coughing. "Apologies if I am.. somewhat awkward. I haven't really had a good long conversation with someone in.... a long, long while." He admits- the grin fading as he frowns slightly.


"I think the last time was... a little after the second World War- the bloodshed in that war is what woke me up, after all..." He murmurs softly, remembrance flickering through his eyes. "...There was a family in one of the concentration camps that I tried to talk to, after butchering the men guarding it- but... well, I was a big german monster- yes, a big german monster who had just saved them all, but... Hah! The mother told her children not to talk to a Djinni, in case it changed it's mind.."

 

[TacoMann]

@SephirothSage


"Yeah, yeah. Well it's not like I bring a date back here often enough to worry about impressing." He carries on as he steps into the suite, pouring out a cup of coffee, then draining it back even faster than it was poured. "Alright, alright...Shit, World War 2 eh? Then you woke up just a little bit after Old Man Joestar started running this show, mate. 'pparently he lost one of his best friends in that war. Damn Nazi, so most people didn't feel too bad about hearing about him being dead, but apparently Old Man Joestar really liked that one specific crazy bastard. Crazy bastard being an affectionate term. I'll admit, alot of our tech nowadays is based off research that bastard did. No point not using it, it'd be an insult to the few innocent non-volunteers caught up in things, and the memory of Stroheim himself....Hell, thinkin' on it. Alot of our resources - heck, some of our agents aren't too far from when we started up. Alot of families working for the Foundations as a family career- not just the Joestars, either. The Otoshi family out in Japan's been in for afew generations. Mrs Robinson has records dating back to the FIRST world war. Hell, she'd probably deal with this vampire problem in three blinks. Then again she'd also probably kill you and the pillar woman. Cost us an asset that there. Anyways. Sun should be up in about four hours. So...I'm gonna grab some shuteye. Don't know if that's the kind of shit you need, so I'm just gonna trust your not going to tear my throat out in the middle of the night. A UV-accelerator tied to my heartbeat above my bed'll probably help with that. No offense, just had it there for years. Now... Oh right. Interview stuff as well."


He fumbles for a pen for a good few moments. "...Alright...so..." He starts scrawling on a notepad that lays on the counter for afew moments. "Okay...okay...mid 30's....so yeah, Stone masks, recent vampire scourge, and your night tonight. Lets get this shit filled in."

 

[Thief of Words]

Following the directions given by the Foundation employee, Maiden notes the location of Zappa's room. "If it significantly perturbs you to have another sharing your space, I could remain in the shadows. I do not need significant space." Considering for a moment, she spent a brief time examining the room for hidden versions of that sun-lantern device which the vehicle from before had been carrying. She also felt for seams in the outer walls that might conceal an out-facing window. One could never be too careful, after all.


Still, she wondered what she could learn from them regarding the fates of the others. They'd said something about Kars' returning? That would be a thing to prepare for, if he had surpassed the need to shelter from the sun.

 

[TacoMann]

@Thief of Words


The room was rather small, a double bed perched immediately next to a window. The blinds of the window seem to be hand-drawn (currently closed). A closet sits across from it, a small bathroom behind a door aside it. Zappa sits herself down on the bed. "I don't mind..." She says rather softly, as she folds herself onto the bed, still fully clothed. After a good three minutes of silence, the door creaks open, Zappa springing up, as a small cloud of paper sheets and rolling pens wafts in. A good share of the paper and pens fold together, a horrible, horrible crunching, splurching sound as they merged together into a human arm, jutting form the wall. Three other pieces of paper lining up beside it, and a pen clicking in the arm's hand. The hand begins scrawling a series of questions.

For the Records:


Name?




Knowledge of the race known as "The Pillar Men"?


Knowledge of the figure known as "Kars"?


Knowledge of the Stone Masks?


Knowledge of Tonight's Events?



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The arm twists the pen, and extends to offer it to you as it does so. The full shell of the pen looks to be made of ivory, the ink laid across the paper has a distinctive, familiar red tone, and the paper itself bears an unusual pinkish tinge.

 

[Thief of Words]

Maiden turned, regarding the paper-construct with curiosity. It appeared to be another of those Stand phenomena. Watching the arm sketch out its questions, she took the pen when offered and immediately began to write.


I am Iron Maiden. I am the last survivor (which I know of) of that race, and I know all that remains to be known about us. Our full history would take more time than most human lifetimes to record. What specifically do wish to know about us? Regarding Kars, he was a madman and one who tampered in things that ought not be. He attempted to lead our kind into becoming monstrosities in his own image. His method was the referenced Stone Masks. They utilize acupuncture and other arts to transform the wearer. In humans, they create what is known as a vampire, a predatory creature which feeds on blood and is functionally unaging, if not precisely perfectly immortal. In my race, they create what you know of as Pillar Men. They are to our race as vampires are to yours: a cannibalistic step up the food chain. We bear the same weakness to sunlight as the vampires do, save that it does not kill us outright. It ossifies our bodies and prevents us from regenerating damage done to us. As with vampires we are functionally immortal. Unlike vampires, we are able to regenerate even after exposure to sunlight, so long as we are brought into contact with blood to fuel the repairs. Another note on the masks: they hurt to an agonizing degree when donned. They require contact with blood, human or that of my kind (though arguably you could say we are human as well...we are not so divergent an offshoot of what you think of as humanity as you'd no doubt like to think).


As to last night: I awoke in a building filled with flying projectiles and wounded or dying men. Uncertain how I had gotten there and not wishing to draw attention from Kars and his minions, I fled into the sewers. I searched afterward for signs of Kars' group. It was my intention to find a way to kill them. I came across creatures created by Kars' masks. I killed them. Your group killed them. The metal vampire killed them. As did the Stand user, Gunnery. In the process I kept Zappa from being eaten. I suspect she either has the ability to form a Stand or is related to the Hamon clan. I am unsure precisely which, but it seems only those with such powers can manage to see such constructs. During the fighting I discovered that a Doktor Sawbones is responsible for the vampires. She operates out of storage units. During a later fight, when we were ambushed, I noticed a female figure observing us from the rooftops. I am uncertain as to the identity of the watcher, but it is fair to say they probably were on the enemy's side.


Nodding judiciously, she held the pen out for the arm.

 

[TacoMann]

@Thief of Words

Thank you. This report shall be filed. Feel free to explore the premises or rest to your leisure. You shall be contacted in 14 hours.

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The arm folds the pen into itself, then vanishes out the door of the room in a loud flurry of papers scattering to the wind. Zappa sighs softly.


"...I don't think I'll ever be able to remember anything so strange as tonight...." She lies down on her back, folding her arms over her chest and closes her eyes. She passes to sleep rather soundly, all things considered.


...The offices grow quiet....


.... The night carries to morning still, in the Speedwagon Headquarters....


....A new day, has begun...


...CHAPTER 1: CLOSE

 

[TacoMann]

CHAPTER 2: NO VALENTINE

Is known to our history or our future.

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@Kalin Scarlet


At once, a knock is heard at the door. Again. Again. Sharp, rapid knocks resound against the door of your trailer in the early hours of the morning, well before the sun's dawning. The knocks grow harder and harder. Still, they remain rapid. Spaced about twenty seconds between bursts. The eager knocks echo through the trailer again and again.

 

[Kalin Scarlet]

For some time, the sound of knocking is ignored by the sole occupant of this particular residence. "Ugh, just go away...this is my day off. Im not available!" Simon calls out sheepishly, pulling the massive blanket he is lying under over his head. Sadly, his plea goes unheard, or outright ignored, and the knocking continues. With a sigh, he sits up, and stares at the door with a mix of annoyance and disappointment. "Damn... why do they have to be so persistent?" He asks to himself as he crawls to his feet. The young man fixes his hair quickly. He notes that the room is colder than it should be, as was usual for any place Simon decided to stay for more than a moment. He sighs, ignoring the cold as he reaches for a plain white tee lying on the floor. Annoying as it was, this something he had to live with, and complaining wouldnt do anything to help.


Pulling the shirt over his bare chest, Simon made his way to the door, avoiding the soda cans, pizza boxes, and other assorted pieces of trash alongside intermittent pieces of clothing scattered across the floor. He grasps the knob, and considers just returning to the couch for a moment, before shrugging, and opening the door. The sooner he dealt with...whoever this was, the sooner he could go back to bed. He rests his sight on the person standing at his door.


@TacoMann

 

[TacoMann]

@Kalin Scarlet


Your eyes adjust faster than you expect, as the sun's not quite out. However, the sight you're greeted with is nonetheless, one that take more than a moment to accustom yourself to. While the sight of a beaming young woman at the door isn't a new one, the sight of a beaming young woman in a surgeon's scrubs and a fresh overcoat, with a dufflebag in one hand, and lamp in the other, is decidedly uncommon.


"I heard you where in town! I thought it wouldn't be too true but it's so nice to see you Simon! I'm a fan!" She beams, pushing past into the room with surprising force. "Sorry it's so late but I'm afraid I can't be particularly active in the day, regardless. I have a gift for you!!" She gives a broad grin, and heads towards the table, setting the bag down and opening it. "My name's Franzeskca, call me Fran though!"

 

[Kalin Scarlet]

"What do y-"


Simon was stunned slightly as the stranger pushed past him, and made her way inside, and it took a moment for him to regain his composure. He was almost certain that the woman had brushed against him on her way in. But after a few deep breaths, and the fact that she was still walking around with the same pep as earlier, Simon could focus on the details again. Or try, at least.


This guest looked like a nurse, which was confusing enough for him on its own. However, the odd hour at which she decided to visit, her uncanny knowledge of where he was staying(when he was sure he'd kept a low profile), and the lamp she was carrying around...this Franzesca woman was certainly one of the strangest 'Fans' Simon had ever laid eyes on. He blinked as she opened her bag, and cleared his throat before speaking,


"Uh...alright then. Good morning, Fran...at least, I think its morning...anyway, What is it that you want? Or, more presicely, what exactly is it that you wanted to give me?"


@TacoMann

 

[TacoMann]

@Kalin Scarlet


"I've been studying it for afew weeks, and I've discovered something about it! Something wonderful! Now, when used on a normal person, it simply removes the limits of their body, but on someone great, it grants powers far, far greater! And there are very few people greater than you to me!!" She gives an unhinged smile over to you reaching with her free hand to pull up a surgical mask over her mouth.


From the bag, she pulls out an odd-looking mask. An image of a fanged, humanoid face, curled into a scowl. "With your grace, your powerful personality, and that legendary cold presence of yours! You could be even greater than I am now if we used it!" She turns the mask around, holding the inside to face you, as she grins.


(Perception check to notice something else..)