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JoJo's Bizarre Roleplay: Shades of Heaven

"Makes one...great?" Simon says in a confused tone, as Franzesca explained her research. Once more, Simon got all the wrong vibes from this woman, feeling weird about how she seemed to worship him. It made him shiver slightly, upon seeing her smile.


'What does she mean by removing the limits of the body? Is it some kind of weird therapy? Really, just who the heck is this girl?" Simon thinks to himself. He sets his eyes on the mask Franzesca holds in her hand. The stone item looks slightly creepy, but fairly...normal, he guesses. However, Simon feels like there's something he's missing, beyond that...


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Unable to shake the feeling, Simon decides to take a closer look at the mask, and the woman holding it. "Sooo, where did you find such an amazing item?" He asked, feigning interest for the sake of Francesca's feelings, as he used this as an opportunity to observe her.


@TacoMann
 
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@Kalin Scarlet


You note a slit seems to have opened in her empty hand, and from it, a glistening edge of sorts flickers. "Oh, I found it in a car wreckage near my clinic! Some men from the Speedwagon Foundation got in a fight. After I showed my boss how it works, he threw a fit! Said we had to find more! I've used this one on almost forty subjects, and almost all of them have gotten stronger, faster, and afew even smarter! Only a few, on that." She gives an unhinged giggle, leaning over the mask. Without her coat, it becomes clear just how lean the woman is. Her figure is tough, sinewy. Muscle, skin, and bone. Not at all a healthy frame. She holds up the mask. "We're going to change the world. And I want you to be with me when my family and I do it, Simon!"
 
Simon unconsciously took a step back as he stared at Franzesca. He was beginning to feel very wary of this obviously uncommon fan. Simon was not getting positive vibes from the nurse at all, now. Everything in his head was telling him to toss her out, but he wouldn't listen.


"I...I'm honored to be considered for such an interesting, uhm, thing. You said your family is working with you on this?" Simon asked, his eyes moving down to the item in her other hand. Literally. "What's that?"


@TacoMann
 
@Kalin Scarlet


She tilts her head as the smile grows. "A scalpel. I need to draw a living person's blood to use the mask. Don't worry. I know what I'm doing! It worked when Brother Curtis asked I use it on our other brothers and sisters! We're nomads, on the travel and the like! We've finally reached our destination..." She pauses for a moment, turning away from you. The unnerving smile turning to a cold, dead, toxic grin, that stretches past the threshold of the surgical mask. The glass scalpel folds back into her hand. "...And in time...by night...this city will be ours..." She gives a soft giggle as she turns. "If you're not ready to join us. Don't worry! I can come back later!"


@Thief of Words


As the night carries closer to morning. You feel a shifting of sorts. Someone moves through your shadow, as you lay within it. Not taking up space within, simply, brushing through. As if they, too, carried your mode. As you feel the presence rush through your shadow a second time, you note it seems to move in a pattern, a circling, tracing pattern. Not a patrol, but a search, as if it's looking for something amidst the rooms and halls.


@Orikanyo


As the morning approaches, a looping jingle, a disturbing catchy jingle, that rapidly reveals itself to be Danny's ringtone, echoes through in still air. The man in the labcoat slides out of his hammock, moving to lock the door, then set a bar across it you could easily move aside, before crawling back into his hammock, not saying a word.
 
@TacoMann


This night wasn't a restful one, Rosie's body felt as if it was charged with electricity and no matter what he did, he just couldn't sleep, resting atop of this lumpy cot is the best he could manage. He was quiet for a time, not wanting to disturb his roommate, when suddenly Danny started moving about on his own... locking the door?


He was definitely locking something out, the bar wasn't intrusive should he need to get out himself... but... why? Surely the door lock would suffice? Or is there something else he should worry about tonight?


"Great... Now I'll never get to sleep..." he mumbled to himself has his ears attempted to breach the insufferably deafening sound of silence.


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Focusing her senses, Maiden begins to hunt for the intruder into her shadow-realm. If someone was making their way into her domain, they were going to learn a harsh lesson about presumption and experience. Casting her senses out, she let herself grow indistinct, hiding herself as she searched for whatever presence had alerted her.
 
"Y-yeah, this all is...a little bit much to take in..." Simon thought to himself, smiling softly at Franzesca, while his mind simply blared with warnings to run away as quickly as possible. He ignored this initial reaction, however, in favor for a more inquisitive approach. The woman might be crazy, but she said that she'd tested...whatever this was, on other people. Better to know what to avoid, if possible. Simon put on the most charming false smile he could muster, and spoke.


"I think it would be for the best if I took some time to think about this. But...I want to thank you, Franzesca. Thank you for presenting such an...interesting offer. Though, I'm still confused about a few things. Like, how does that mask work, and what, exactly are you and your family trying to achieve with it?" He asked, pointing to the mask.


@TacoMann
 
@Orikanyo


After a good hour. Or maybe only half of one. A sound of something dragging through the halls makes itself known. Like sharp metal dragging across the floor. A footstep following every scrape. As the sound grows louder and louder, closer and closer... it stops...only for a moment. Then carries on.


@Thief of Words


As you reach out for it, the "figure" ascends, exploring the shadows of the floor above. Faster, more frantic. Examination makes it clear that this presence is the same figure introduced as the foundation's current leader. He seems to be unaware of your presence, busy looking for something in the solid world, from the presumed safety of the shadows.


@Kalin Scarlet


"Simple! Blood stimulates an injection of ancient experimental compounds, bringing forth a mass shift in anatomy! As for the exact specifications of Brother Curtis's goals...I'll admit to being not entirely in the know. But I trust Brother Curtis. We all do!" She gives an assured nod, the transparent blade retreating into her palm as she gives what's supposed to be a re-assuring nod to you.
 
@TacoMann


Rosie wasn't an idiot, curiosity killed the cat, the owner of said cat, and all people in a 7 mile radius of said cat as it went nuclear, so this sound, this feeling of "What is that? Should I look?" Will not pressure him to look outside this room, nope, not a single bit, not even a smidge, good luck weird scraping sound, and have a good night!


Now spending a few moments staring at the door as his mind kept trying to keep away all thoughts of every single horror movie he has ever seen, which is a considerable amount, he narrowed it down to two, no three possible things.


One, evil ghost hunting for people to slaughter.


Two, he was halucinating this in his tiredness and Danny only locked the door because he forgot to do so earlier.


Three, he was 3 inches of door away from being murderized by pyramid head.


Laying back down in his bed, wide eyed and feeling awefully exposed, he took out his pistol and layed it next to his head, and attempting to fall asleep with one eye on that door...


"...What did I get myself into."
 
Flitting through the shadows to hover beside the hunting figure, Maiden offered up a suggestion, "If you tell me what you seek, I could help you search. It would go faster with multiple hunters." She tilted her head, adding, "Assuming you trust me sufficiently well for that. Perhaps then you could tell me how you came to be able to reach into the shadows."
 
@Orikanyo


The scraping grows quieter and quieter, further and further.


"Don't worry, it's probably just Forces again...." Danny mutters, before dozing off to sleep.


@Thief of Words


Hirasawa turns towards her presence "My people know the situation, so there is little risk. However, if you'd be so willing to aid, I suggest you start from the upper floors. I'll ask you not enter the top-most floor, otherwise things shall turn hostile between us, but otherwise..." He pauses adjusting his attire. "There is a stand stalking the floors of the building, it occaisionally breaks loose from our containment. It doesn't cause trouble unless provoked, I just need to find it and wrangle it. Humanoid, but indistinct and shifting in color. It can wield any metal object as a proficient and lethal weapon. So be wary."
 
@TacoMann


"...Forces?" Rosie grumbled, staring at the doorway once again... "...And hes off to dream land again.... guess its nothing to worry about..." Rosie grumbled as he lay back to bed, not totally at ease for he kept his gun out. With a slight sigh he finally was able to drift off once the sound had disappeared... Asleep, but still wary.


(And Rosie is tucked in and asleep.)
 
Maiden grunted in the affirmative and reached up through the shadows of the air vents to haul herself up and through them at a rapid pace. Starting from the penultimate floor, she slid through the shadows of each level, searching for anything matching the description she'd been given. She did wonder why that top-most floor was grounds for instant hostility, but she assumed such questions could wait, much as ones about how said individual was able to slip into shadow as she did.
 
Simon tilted his head in confusion and worry, his thoughts feeling somewhat scrambled by the sudden intake of information. "Uhm, I'll take your word for this, madame. Now, I'm sorry, but I've got a long day ahead of me, and it might be for the best if I get back to sleep for what time I have left...." Simon said, motioning to the door as he finished speaking.





@TacoMann
 
@Kalin Scarlet


"Alright. If you insist. I'll be back later." She calmly packs away the mask, and walks for the door. Stopping, to give you a kiss on the cheek. As she parts, you feel a sting, and note a trail of blood from your cheek to her lips. "A cool taste to it...like mint..." She grins, as you see the blood seep into her lips. A growing sting forms on your cheek as the odd woman steps out into the night.


@Thief of Words


Three floors down, of empty hall after empty hall, you see something rather distinct: A humanoid figure, with a hulking, primal gate. A cylinder of metal, with a coiled, drill-like pattern in hand (rebar). Odd protrusions peak from the figure's head. Horns? No, a faux-metallic effigy of a howling wolf is the beasts's head, it stalks the halls, not seeming to have noticed you as it walks along, dragging the metal behind it.
 
Scowling at the creature, Maiden sent an arm lancing up to the area the stand she'd conversed with had occupied, reaching to either grasp it or to draw its attention to her. If attended to, she would lead it down to her current position. However, she did not wait more than a few moments, being loath to let a creature with potentially unknown capabilities escape her. Sending her other arm reeling forward as a shadow, she allowed part of her forearm to manifest as flesh to take hold of the escaped metal Stand's ankle and then rapidly pulled it back towards her in an attempt to pull the thing from its feet.
 
After a long night in which at least one secret handshake was developed- and many stories of battle and adventure where shared... an old, old vampire lays himself to bed- sighing wearily. The old man is asleep already- but the vampire is troubled.


The old stories remind him of his life before- of war and fire. Of the crusades, and the torch and flame... of the heroism of those he fought, all those years ago- and the heroism of those he saw fighting in the depths of the hell that was the second world war.


It's stirred something in him- and as he lowers himself down to sleep... he sighs wearily.


"...It'll be daymares again, for me, won't it..?" He rumbles, as he closes his eyes and tries to fade to sleep- a weary old monster... yearning for a real battle- to throw himself into bloodshed and chaos once more...


Just like before. He yearns for a battle to forget himself in..
 
@Thief of Words


The figure develops a rapid twitch as it spears the floor infront of it for leverage. It locks steadfast in place as it turns to look down at the shadowy arm grasping its ankle. The spastic vibrations of its head turning nigh violent as it gives off a snarl. A snarl that is at once human, and bestial. A vicious, wounded, trapped snarl. Like a trapped hound struggling against it's bonds. Or a tortured man gargling threats at his captor, as a lung is extracted.


"GrraRRaahhggaaagrr.."


The figure steadies itself against your grip on the pole further, reaching out towards a gold-framed painting...


... as Hirasawa steadies himself into the corridor. His shadowy form dropped to reveal the visage of a slender, short asian man in a rather plain business suit, panicking as he fumbles around in his jacket for something
 
Simon cringed as the woman left. He held a dumbfounded expression as he closed the door, before his grip fell apart as he couldnt stop his hand from shaking.


Simon's breathing grew heavy as he rushed to the kitchen, and turned on the faucet. He splashed the cold water on his face, but he couldn't calm down regardless of how hard he tried.


'Touched me...she touched me...why did couldn't she just leave!? Why'd she have to do that...'





@TacoMann
 
@Kalin Scarlet


The sting of her glass-laced kiss lingers. A chuckle can be heard from outside, as she walks off. The morning carries on uneventfully, As the first rays of sun begin to breach the horizon.


(Make a perception check to listen!)
 
As he continues to panic in the kitchen, Simon thinks that he can almost hear Fran's voice, outside still. Cutting off the faucet just as the water in the sink starts to freeze over, Simon tunes into the sound, and wonders if the woman might be up to something else...


@TacoMann


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As she pulled the creature back and it attempted to steady itself with its weapon, the pillar-woman gave a dry laugh at its tenacity. As the shadow-form of the Speedwagon officer revealed a worried-looking human, however, she knew further action was warranted on her part. Sighing, Maiden reached forth with her other hand and grabbed the metal beast's other leg, hauling back on both legs so as to pull it off its feet, leveraging all she was worth into the effort. At the least, it ought buy the stand-user time to act.
 
@Thief of Words


The being crumpled onto its knees, as it tore the painting from the wall, swinging the golden frame down, it moves to swing, before it sits upright. "Staring", insomuch as a eyeless visage can, at something the stand-user holds. A blank mask, baring a hollow slit in the forehead. While the mask is totally blank, it, along with the placement of it's thin facet, brings uncomfortable memories to front. It's shape makes it unmistakable what it is. The humanoid, metallic being, begins to fade, turning to a thick, black smoke, which rolls into the hole in the mask, filling it as a dense black gemstone, in the suited man's grip. Hirasawa wipes the sweat from his brow, and collects himself, returning the mask into his jacket.


"Thank you, Maiden. You've spared a great hassle. And a lot of potential damage and lost sleep."

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"I suppose if you have any questions about me, that, or the facility, now would be the time to ask. I'll read the interview file later. You're probably wondering about my presence in the shadows, hai?" His authoritative tone fades on the last syllable. It sounds almost out of place. Like a held-over habit, from another language.
 
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The night carries still into the morning.


@Orikanyo


A loud buzzing rings out across from the cot, as a flashing green light blinks at you. A clock. [09:08] The loud, sharp beeping, ending by the rubbery arm of a flexible stand reaching down to switch the alarm off, as the light turns solid. A pair of legs stretch down from the Ceiling, as the stand holds out a pair of pants, and Danny slides down from his hammock, the stand tossing him his labcoat as Weird Science retreats into him. He looks around to you, that wide grin already pasted on his face, as he gives a tired stretch "Welp. Hope you caught a good nap, G-man. Time for work."


@SephirothSage


A light beep echoes from something in Joel's pocket. Despite how little the mortal's slept, his eyes spring awake and he lurches to a sitting position. He braces himself out of bed, and heads towards the kitchen-area of his apartment. Offhandedly grabbing a rifle from a locker as he pushes a button on a device in the kitchen. The smell of coffee rapidly entering the apartment, as he stops by the fridge, rifle slung over his shoulder. He presses three buttons on a phone set, then nods over at you, grabbing a coffee mug as he waits for the pot to brew.





@Kalin Scarlet


As proper morning breaks, you are again awoken by an unpleasant, persistent sound. Not a knock at the door. But police sirens outside...
 
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