Souls Lost on Black Tides [WoD]

[Sigyn]

Session 1 Epilogue: Prey is Trapped


Morning came with mixed feelings. From just the general weariness from having stayed up too late, to the restless sleep she did have filled with dreams of mixed emotions. She couldn't quite pinpoint exactly what she wished to do, now that she was awake. Most of her wanted to go and see if her Father was still around at the Asylum, and that he was okay... But even worried sleep was broken apart by the sound of footsteps, and wails of some sort. She couldn't place what it was, however, and instead decided to get up to her feet, and get changed for the day. Opening the closet, there was a cascade of brilliant dark colored clothes and expensive dresses for her to choose from, all provided for her by Orfeo. She picked the simple blouse she bought, and the pencil skirt that she usually wore. Lastly, the lab coat slipped over her like a glove, her normal uniform, before she exited the room. She would have to ask what was going on in the first place, even as bare feet started moving against the cool floor. She didn't mind not having shoes. She had some by the door just in case. But first... she wanted to know what was going on.


Who better to ask but Orfeo?


So, the first order of business was to find him. From the look of everything going on, he should still be awake, if the chaos running rampant was anything to go by. What was going on anyway? Well, all the questions would have to wait for anything as she started making her way up towards his usual spot. If anything, she would check there, and if he wasn't in it, then she would check somewhere else.


Lucky for her, he seemed to be there, though he didn't at all seem too happy.


"Orfeo, what's going on? Everyone's on edge and running around... did something happen? And what's with that wailing sound? If I didn't know better, I would say it was a ghost... like in the movies. But they don't exist, so it can't be them... And I don't think they're air sirens either."


First set of questions, though the next set was something she would wait a little bit to talk about until this was sorted out.

 

[Xistund]

Robbert saw the man come in and instantly saw through the con that he was not this vampire creature. And not being in control at the time his Shadow of course had to take a bad situation and make it so much more worse. He had to figure a way to salvage this ship from the oncoming shit storm his shadow was putting them though. Thankfully there was enough death in the air that made him able to use his powers to speak to the living all that much easier. He could only give a small message to the man and so he had to make it good. A ghostly voice called out from seemingly nowhere and said. "It possessed my body, it's not the real me." It was in part the truth since he gave up control of the body for the 'help' that was still yet to come. The shadow did possess him and it was not really him since it was all and all too stupid to be him.

 

[RockstarRaccoon]

The man's eyes widened slightly in mild surprise, as he took a step back, frowning, his left hand whipping behind his back. "Nope." he said, almost as a calm command, "Nope. Nope." Out from under the large suit-jacket came....


Robbert's voice was completely drowned out by the cacophony of what happened next.


The man's hand had grabbed onto a thick, rusty, wrought-iron pole, 3 feet long, which would have been massive in any other hands. Attached to the end, shrieking loudly as if guided by a rusty track through the air as it was swung, was a wedge-shaped metal-shelled monster: its thicker, upper half, had several demonic looking eyes poking out, all of then glaring with hunger at the shadow, it's thin edge a gnarl of blade-like teeth, slobbering and grinding as invisible rails directed it straight for the spirit's neck...


[ 9 Damage, Neckshot. ]


The Shadow didn't even have time to scream, let alone react before a mixture of corpus and essence, incorporeal gore, blasted out of it. The demon within the blade slobbered as it ravenously chewed through him, seeming to get louder and more ferocious as it drank deeply of the other spirit, expelling physical blood and stale essence as it fed, which splattered everywhere. The disconnected pieces of essence and corpus were drawn into the creature wherever it made contact, absorbed into the wedge-shaped metal, and the wall became spattered with more of the stale blood as it became lodged there, snarling for more...


The man stood there, blinking, then bit his lip, looking worriedly around at the blood splattered about the formerly white cell... "Oh... Um... Orfeo isn't going to be happy about this..." He glanced uncomfortably at his shirt, then at the pile of free essence and corpus on the ground, then at the bloodstained corpse and the other remaining spirit in the room staring up at him...


"Um.... Nice to... Meet you...?" He gave an awkward grin, his teeth suddenly looking jagged and predatory...


...Like the Vampires of legend...


[ One beat [2/5] Gained from defeating foe. Blade feeds and is filled to 10/10. It is very pleased.]

 

[Morgy]

Lupus continued to look at Oliver with a confused expression, why did he keep barking? Was something really bothering him that much?!? Suddenly Lupus here's someone on the other side of the door yell out "Forsaken", and immediately Lupus's faced paled. 'No... not here.... not now...' Lupus thought to himself with a sense of dread praying it wasn't what he already knew...


All of a sudden two men burst through the door, splintering it to pieces, the larger blonde haired man had tackled the smaller one to the ground and were now wrestling for their lives. Despite the sudden fight Lupus couldn't help but be relieved, the attacking pure hadn't begun to transform yet and looked like he still had his sanity, that was good that mean that he could still reason with him for now that is... It seemed the pure was angered with something that had to do with Ignizko, the only thing Lupus knew about that is that the man had transformed in the police station and fled, did something happen after that? Either way, whether the pure was just in what he was doing or not, Lupus couldn't just stand by and let his brethren slaughter one another. Sure he had not fully embraced his wolf blood but he still felt sympathy and care for his brethren, even if the wolf blooded were considered the runt of the litter...


Lupus made a side ways glance at Yuzuki, she was already armed to the teeth and taking another look around he noticed Oliver had fled in fear, the dogs feelings still ebbing to him as the poor dog ran away. Lupus sighed. "Well my dear Yuzuki, it seems this is where your job ends and mine begins. Angels, werewolves, and hunters...oh my! This is turning out to be quite the date. I guess you can never say I don't know how to show a gal a good time" Lupus said with a chuckle as he took an iron grip on his cane, surveying the scene once more before he prepared for possibly the hardest negotiation of his life...

 

[Xistund]

Robbert was free from his body and looked up at the man who.... who just killed his shadow. If he was not a fugitive he would have asked one of the higher ups in the underworld what the hell could kill a shadow. Robbert had not idea if that was a good or a bad thing in the long run, but it was so nice to not have the monkey on his back. He tried to smile just as much as the man in front of him. "You have no idea how much I've wanted to do that. Not sure how you did that, but good on ya." He rolled his joints in his body, getting used to having it back in his control. "So Frenchmen, I assume since you have yet to decapitate me like you did that spirit then you are here to talk to me... I'd have you know that I was more than willing to talk in my room before being dragged off and stabbed in the chest. I hope this is not how you treat all your guests, for the living ones tend not to survive this type of treatment." He wanted to get the man talking and see what he could pick up on the situation.

 

[RockstarRaccoon]

The Frenchman chuckled, waving it off with his hand, "Ohh no no no! You see, Orfeo believed you to be a vampire, captured by ze Mage council, so ze plan vas to simply put you into a torpor and send you up-town. However, zat is not ze case here..." He reached for his axe-monster-on-a-stick, pulling it out of the wall and putting it back behind his back, "You see, we are not immediately familiar with whatever sort of undead you are..." He leaned casually back against the wall and looked Robbert over once again, studying the ghostly figure of a man's spirit, which seemed to occupy the same space as his own deathly body... There was something vaguely familiar about the captive, actually, but he couldn't place it... "On ze contrary, it iz as if you are a ghost possessing your own corpse, which is a most curious find indeed... I believe zey will want to examine you more closely after this, but in ze mean time, why don't you tell me what it is zat is going on... Mister...?"

 

[Zayuz]

Saede remained quiet as Helen explained her.. Creation.. Was she really not who she thought she was..? "..Thank you." She says after a moment, giving Helen a sincere look. Her gaze then turned to Melody.. At least she wasn't leaking blood everywhere anymore. As she followed her out of the hospital, the schoolgirl made a point of grabbing an over-sized doctor's coat - Using it to conceal the charred ruins that were once her uniform. After the fight, Saede felt surprisingly.. Exhilarated. She beat.. How many was it..? Four angels? They hadn't really all been fighting her, and sure they might have been inexperienced.. But still, she kicked ass. And THAT was a new experience for her. ..Maybe she'd have to try it again sometime. "..Until we can find you both some way to fit in, you can stay with me. My.. Err.. My cover I guess, happens to live in a mansion of sorts. Come with me - I'll take you there." The girl leads them back to the school parking lot, finding her motorcycle where she had parked it. "Get on - It shouldn't be long from here.."


The three ride back, Helen holding Melody in the back while Saede drives. Even as the most 'experienced' human, Saede did not say much. She wondered just how much any of them know of the world.. One of the first questions in her mind was 'could they drive?' Followed by an extended trail of thought. Finally, she asked the question, which was met by a solemn head shake from the nurse. After that, the ride home was completely silent. She parked the motorcycle in the garage, dismounting and going over to help Helen carry Melanie to her room. The stronger nurse hesitates before accepting her help, the two working together to bring her up the stairs and into Saede's room. It was a large place, with diagonal walls and a nice white theme to it. ..Very modern looking. The two passed through the room - Ignoring Saede's rather large selection of clothes that she hadn't bothered to put away since they had been washed and went instead right into the bathroom. They quickly stripped the dying girl, starting the water and gently lowering her into the bath. As the two start to work to wash the blood from her body, Saede calmly asks her second question for the night. "Do you love her?" She asks, hey eyes focused on the one being bathed. Her tone was somewhat quiet, but she was sure that Helen heard her. "Why does that matter?!" She would reply quickly, almost as if she was defending herself from another attack..


..She had hit the nail right on the head, or so she thought.


"..I guess I just noticed how much you cared for her is all.. It's really sweet."


"I'm just doing my job. That's all. ..And my job is to protect everyone, except you."


"Oh."


..The glare helped encourage Saede not to ask again.


Bathwater ran red for a few minutes, after which they dressed the girl in some of Saede's clean clothes. With her injured ally now lying unconscious on the white bed, the girl finally had a moment to relax. ..Normally, she might collapse back onto the bed with her arms outstretched, but it didn't seem right with the injured girl there. ..Not that the bed wasn't big enough, being queen sized. The girl sat on the edge of her bed, sighing and redressing herself into something more normal.. A red T-shirt and a white skirt.. And throwing the burnt uniform in the trash. Trying to break the silence, Saede makes a final attempt at being friends with Helen.


"..Did you want to learn to drive? I could lend you my ride if you want.."


"I'm good."


A moment of silence occurred between them, and Saede arose from the bed, looking to the door.


"..Right, you can wait for Melanie to wake up then.. I'll get some food."


..With that, she left the room.


And gave up.

 

[Xistund]

Robbert did not like the sounds of these, examinations. "The name is Captain Robbert Maxwell, also known as the Shark Feeder. And I have no interests in staying chained up to a wall while you 'examine' me. The ones who captured me brought me to you were assuming we are the same, if we are not then let me go and I'll be out of your hair. I have way more important things to do and this is apparently a waste of our collective times." He gritted his teeth a bit his crew was still out there and he did need to see if he could save them there was also his wife... He needed to know if the vision he saw of her was a trick or not.

 

[RockstarRaccoon]

The Frenchman flinched with a brief moment of recognition at the name... "Shark Feeder"... He didn't say anything, though the name brought quite a bit to mind... The news headlines with vivid descriptions of bleeding men being thrown to their deaths... The wanted posters with a man who did, in fact, bear a great resemblance to this one... The stories from sailors of one of the most notorious murderers to ever sail the high seas... A rogue warship approaching head-on from the horizon, the fins of the pack of sharks perpetually following it poking out it its wake.....


"Well then... Captain Maxwell... I am not sure zat we can really let you out without following proper procedure, especially as you committed a crime... But in ze mean time, you can call me Jean." He held up a finger, backing out of the room momentarily and returning with a metal chair, setting it in the doorway and sitting down: it was almost comically small for someone his size. He continued, speaking calmly, like someone who could be trusted to help, "Now, Captain, I will have to duck out in a moment to deal with another detainee who is not currently conscious," he gestured to the hallway behind him, where several people were restraining someone against the bars inside a more jail-like holding cell, "but in ze meantime, perhaps you can explain how you came to be in a state of undeath in ze twentyfirst century?"

 

[Umbrie]

@Morgy @ValkyrieRose


The small figure with black hair falling to her shoulders, visibly pale skin, deep blue eyes with enlarged pupils, disguised by a charm provided by the badge pinned to the left breast of what appeared to be a pale grey blazer, a pale blue short pleated mini skirt, and black laced trimmed thigh high stockings covering her pale legs. the youthful figure appeared to be a member of the police, or at least a civilian consultant following under Aatto.


The girl, now currently going by the Alias Madison Tailor, coming across as a newbie police officer, stepped from her path along the shadows into the limelight of the room, an innocent smile adorning her youthful face.


With a giggle, she typed onto her phone with her left hand, having it speak for her in a pre programmed innocent and inexperienced naive sounding tone, words like those of an apprentice. "We needn't fight over this. I am sure we can resolve this matter peacefully."

 

[Xistund]

Robbert rolled his undead eyes and said "And what 'crimes' did I really commit that warrants this treatment. The piracy was over a hundred years ago, by what I hear I can not be charged for them. All I've done in recent years that you'd care about is breaking into some monument of myself and trying to get back items that belonged to me, items that were stolen off my now living body. If it's wrong to take back what belongs to you, I don't want to be right." Robbert thought of some way to get out, he had a thought. "In fact, I tried to save lives and destroy the cursed gloves of the devil in there." The Pirate said, implanting the idea of the glove and how he tried to do his part to rid the world of evil. Whether or not that was the case remains to be seen, but maybe the thought lingering will help set him free.

 

[RockstarRaccoon]

Jean narrowed his eyes, "I was not going to mention the fact that you were a criminal in the past, but it did not escape me. While we are not in the business of holding people for the long-term, we are, at the moment, the only authority for you to answer to. On that note, it would be in your best interest to cooperate with us and explain your presence here. On top of that, I may be the most helpful individual you come across, so it would once again be in your best interest to tell me how an anomaly such as yourself came to be in Black Bay..."


There was a sudden thought in the back of his mind, as if a subject had been brought up... but he couldn't remember when... Something about... a demonic glove?

 

[ValkyrieRose]

Yuzuki had an awful lot to suddenly process. Seren was still absent, which is something she didn't particularly like... if anything it kept her on edge. The only possible thing she could logic out was that something was causing interference with her... and anyone that could jam Demon Radio was going to be an issue to deal with... that's what she thought this person was, until she simply recognized him... he was actually a cop, and occult investigator if she remembered correctly.


Then threat number two appeared... one that seemed a lot less nicer than Atto, in fact it seemed like he was planning on attacking... new target acquired. She aimed Dreamer at the man, listening to Lupus for a moment... werewolves huh? Both the person present and Aato were? How did Lupus know that? Then again... she did remember him saying something about being mediator or the like, so i guess he would if no one else would.


Threat number three, the woman... where the hell had she come from?! Was she hiding behind Aatto the entire time?! Sleeper was raised at her... sneakiness like that was high on the suspicious list as well... these people come busting into her house and want to talk. "If you louts wanted to talk then you could have called. Now is NOT the best time to be dealing with me." She advises. Two supernatural beings... maybe three, she wasn't sure if this other one was one or not, but seeing as how there were at least two in the room she wasn't about to write her off.


"Darling, you know we can't have a date with other people, I hate showing people how I perform." She says, glaring at Lupus... well, he was the mediator. Yuzuki was more than ready to shoot but doing so may cost her her life right now... she wasn't an idiot. "Make them go away."


@NovaPheonix @Umbrie @Morgy

 

[Trickster Queen]

Coins rippled throughout the area from the other's punch, despite this he seemed to have lost if they went by the true standards of the battle. This would have already been over, it could have been called Eidolon's win. Yet as his body bent back together from space, Sword hadn't seemed deterred from continuing their fight. What a nuisance this was, in his attempt to stop the battle, Eidolon brought his right hand up onto his glasses and adjusted them into place. His eyes were focused solely on his opponent's head, beginning to glow a vivid green that stood out from everything around them. It was as if the world around them was beginning to slowly darken and only those eyes would remain, attempting to penetrate his mind and leave a hesitation which would prevent further harm - yet when he tried to there was this explosive roar that knocked his concentration into pieces and the world came back into focus, the glow vanishing away from his hues. He even flinched as he found that penetrating the man.. no.. the beast of a man in front of him was going to be a much more taxing task that first assumed.


Eidolon hadn't even noticed it yet but small cracks had formed along the rim of his glasses, it was just a visual effect from the backlash of their usage - his pair in reality were more than fine. Why couldn't he get the other to stop this battle? Why was Sword so fixated on his demise at this point that he didn't just wish to secede and adhere to their agreement? Xanthus would have tried to reason with Sword with his words but Eidolon was much too hardened for any calm resolution. He only saw this as another battlefield, it was no longer just a 'game' he had intended it to be, he was going to have a being coming at him ready to kill and he'd have to be prepared for that. He'd protect his body.. no, their body above all else. Xanthus - Eidolon, two sides of the same coin but even with Eidolon's greed, he still held some sense of care for his other half, the version of him who knew more than just desire for everything in the world. Just as Xanthus had thought to him before.. they couldn't afford to lose.

 

[Xistund]

"Well it's good to know you you only have my best interests at heart. I can't think of any reason to mistrust you, I mean it's not like you stabbed me in my sleep and locked me in a padded room or anything... Oh wait you did just that." He said sarcastically and added. "In fact as you said the only reason I'm in your care now and not in some barrel being shipped off to 'uptown' is because I'm something you don't know what yet. How am I to know you won't just ship me off to some other prison or kill me when I fully satisfied your curiosity?"


Robbert rolled his wrists lazily, as if to get comfortable though since he had no feeling in his body it was mostly for effect. "I Think I'm done talking to you Frenchmen, go see to your other prisoners or what have you. Maybe if you're willing to make proper deals I'll be more in a talking mood." He said making it clear that whatever information he'll give will have a asking price.

 

[RockstarRaccoon]

Jean kept his eyes narrowed, speaking slowly and resolutely, "It is impossible to make a 'proper deal' with someone without knowing anything about zem. As far as we were told, you are a former rogue pirate who assembled a gang of miscreants and broke into the museum. Our entire organization exists around ze importance of keeping the supernatural away from the public eye, and what you did jeopardized zis immensely. You ask us to release you? How are we to know zat you will not become a liability in the future? How do we know zat you will not attempt to do the same thing again?" Jean rose, picking up the chair and stake and moving out the door, "Clearly you were not entirely yourself at ze time, but ze fact zat you do not seem to even comprehend even ze idea that your actions have gravity and consequences shows us zat we cannot simply let you go." He walked off briefly to set the chair back in its place outside and went back to the doorway, speaking finally, "Someone else will come to speak with you, eventually. At zat point, how to deal with you will be decided. Until then, I suggest you consider ze actions which lead you to preside in this cell..." With that, he closed the door, the latch clicking back into place.


Outside, Robbert could hear him talking to the guards from directly outside, muffled through the padding and the solid metal door, "Jeff, Steve, Shield, be sure zat the pirate is comfortable, but know zat he may have powers beyond our knowedge. Be wary, and do not allow him to escape. In ze mean time, watch ze other ones like hawks and call me when zere is a change. I am going up to breakfast... I will send some down for you." Jeff said something in affirmative, and soon Robbert heard the clicking of locks being put into place...

 

[NovaPheonix]

@Trickster Queen


Sword saw an opening once he focused on the man, aiming straight for his face with a brutal hook infused with his bestial blood. Space warped around his hand, bending and twisting before he could even make contact with the Mage. When his eyes blinked open next he saw the dome above his head and the dragon in the distance roaring and flying around beyond the boundary. While he was still recovering from the sudden teleportation into the air, he heard the air scream and push against him. As he started to fall violently towards the 'ground' made up of a sea of coins, something strange occurred even for this space that Xanthus would recognize. One end of the arena started to tilt sideways, and it sent a tidal wave of gold crashing toward the detective. The pillars held the space together, but for some reason it was still shaking and rotating. Sword tumbled and spun in the air, struggling to keep his bearings. He knew he was going to hit the floor hard, but he also knew his reinforced body would protect him. He would be safe as long as he was a kindred, and this was nothing to him. He closed his eyes again and braced himself for the fall, preparing to take the impact and survive like the apex predator that Orfeo bred him to be. Underneath him, the world started to tilt on the right side at about a 45 degree angle, which caused Xanthus' side to move backwards while the coins moved down the slope downwards toward him like an avalanche. Sword fell into the oncoming avalanche, only being bruised and battered from a fall that would have crippled a lesser man. He opened his eyes again and saw himself falling down the slanted arena, surrounded by gold and jewels, and sliding towards the waiting Mage in the distance. The dim and dark distance, with those green glowing eyes.

 

[Trickster Queen]

Raising his hand up into the air towards the avalanche of gold coins, the area stopped entirely around them. The coins held their place and acted as weighted bindings around the Kindred's body. Sword would be held by the coins position and the tilting would have stopped. Eidolon lowered his hand once more and the area around them began to tilt back and return back into place. He used the shifting positions to his advantage and began to use this to fire off beams of green energy from his fingertips. He fired approximately five beams which all seemed in the shifting confusion of the tilting area, to miss their target and hit their footing instead. What that meant was that their footing which he had just gotten to set correctly now had begun instead to crack and slide apart into parting solid sections. Some of the pillars had gotten cracked in the process but for now they wouldn't fall... just yet.


"Damn it... can't believe I missed."
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[NovaPheonix]

@Trickster Queen


Sword smashed his way out of the pile of coins, splashing them into the air, like the beast he was. He charged towards his opponent rather rashly and was punished for it. He balled his hand into a fist and made another swing toward the mage. The ghoul would be surprised once again by his ability to defend himself with the aspect of Space. Within the next moment, Sword went from charging toward his foe to rushing himself right towards one of the gigantic pillars in the upper left corner of the arena. His arm, he now noticed, was flailing upward behind him because of how the mage had redirected both him and his arm away from him. Sword's face crashed into the massive silver structure. He now had another large bruise forming on his face as he turned towards his prey with anger. "You fucker...I'm gonna find a way to get to you...somehow." His raging mind quickly came up with a plan. Punching him was no longer going to work. He barred his fangs in anger and prepared for his next attack while the detective prepared a counterattack of his own.

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[Trickster Queen]

The world around them felt like a storm of chaos, endless coins streaming down broken lines, jagged formations making up their footholds from what the pillars could hold. Eidolon watched as the Dragon overhead even let loose a mighty roar as he began to fly off into the darkness of the abyss laying farther from the arena. It stood out as a drop of white within the inky black sea of space, like a single star among the night sky. Eidolon could begin to feel his body swaying to the rumbling of the arena, even having aligned it straight, the pillars cracking made for it to continue to split apart in small increments.


"Get to me? You want to get to me?" Sword's words began to shift around the entirety of Eidolon's mind, swirling like a vortex of paranoia and anger all in one. "Everyone wants to get to me, everything is out there in the world to come at me and ruin what enjoyment I have! That Demon, That Girl, Even Xanthus! I won't let anything stop me from taking what I want, I want everything this world has to offer and more! I want to have -- Eternity itself! I want my OWN life - to be ME!" All around Sword and Eidolon, the world was shifting several shades darker and only those green eyes kept in remaining. Some slight wisps of black smoke puffed up from his shoulders, though it was hardly noticeable in the backdrop of darkness. He was staring down Sword with a new-found anger that hadn't been there before, all this time Eidolon figured this battle was a stepping stone towards something much more fun but now he saw it as an inconvenience - an obstacle to be taken care of.


Eidolon jolted his hand backwards, shoving Sword's frame forward in his direction while his frame began to glitch just as it had before - a tell of the magic the Mage had in store. As soon as his body stopped glitching Eidolon had an orb of green energy in his hand, pulsating with a sharp glow of power. It's mere presence resonated with the area, supercharging it with these yellow cracks of light around it. It began to fan out into a more crafted state until it became a two-handed irish sword with a spike-styled hand-guard.


"You've never tasted what it feels like, have you? To get your life cut down before your very own eyes. The last remnants of your mind being on what you did last in your miserable life!" Eidolon's body jolted forwards toward the oncoming body of Sword, lining the weapon at his hip horizontally. "I think every day WHAT WILL MY LAST VISION OF LIFE BE! WHEN WILL I STOP EXISTING!? AND IT - TERRIFIES -" As their bodies drew close he rose the weapon up and swung it at the other male's neck, a thin line of green coming across it where it had been struck before jolting pain would sear through his insides from the psionic energy coursing through his fibers. "MEEEEEEE!" His voice echoed throughout the air, Sword experiencing it in full blast in his ear drums while the weapon in Eidolon's hands as his body landed in a mass of gold coins no longer had the energy weapon. The energy had been used up and while it wouldn't be enough to knock the other being out, it was certainly no 'love-tap' either.


His breathing came out as pants, heavy and rough as he looked back towards the being, speaking under what oxygen he could fill his lungs with. "That's why I'm going to make every last moment I have, towards a last moment I can be proud of..."

 

[NovaPheonix]

@Trickster Queen


Sword felt the sudden pain as if his neck was going to be separated from his body. The shock vibrated through his mind, causing fear to run wild within him. The psychic attack blasted him with something that his vampiric body couldn't withstand so easily. In that moment, he thought he was dead. In that moment, the beast within him took full control of him. The instinct sent his body straight into a terrified frenzy. He couldn't control himself much longer. His eyes became an even deeper crimson and his movements became even more animalistic. He focused instantly on the walking bloodbag that was huffing on the floor. He pounced rabidly, jumping a few feet in the air and landing on top of the man. The ghoul pinned him to the floor and made attempts to feed on him in a swift maneuver. He was able to start biting in the blink of an eye, his fangs primed. However, after a tense struggle above the sea of coins that swallowed both of them, the detective was able to hold the rampaging ghoul at bay. It was mostly the force of space bounding against Sword and keeping him mere inches from Eidolon's skin to keep him from being bitten into. This magical boundary gave the mage the space he needed to move, giving him the upper hand and allowing him to push back against the predator. He was almost as ferocious as a werewolf, trying to pounce and bite in one motion. However, the detective had seen werewolves before, and they were much more dangerous than a fledgeling vampire...even in this frenzied state.

 

[Trickster Queen]

Eidolon's eyes widened when he witnessed the anger infused evolution by the Vampire across from him, a wild and savage shift that had the beast-like being now atop him, attempting his best to pin the Mage down into the golden coins. However his passive space control was presenting enough distance to bring the biting away from him and keep them at a slight distance of a few inches. He could feel the force of each snap of those strong teeth that would gnash through his flesh like it was paper! With enough time to do so, Eidolon's eyes kept their vivid green but intensified in such color as the space began to get more thicker and expanded on it's orb-like control. Even the coins beneath him all began to spiral and warp, making them either fly around him in a whirlwind of whipping gold or get displaced all around the Arena into the other stacks. He tapped into his spacial control and in a flurry of his own he used the bending of the space to bounce Sword off of him and across the Arena, giving them both distance once more. Eidolon now had a much stronger hold of space around his body, enough that even attempting to strike at him would be an achievement in itself.

 

[NovaPheonix]

@Sigyn @RockstarRaccoon


Orfeo stood in the meeting room in the southwestern corner of the manor. The sun is blocked from entering the room, but just being awake in the morning forces him to feel its weakening rays. With his enhanced senses, he is able to pick up a set of very loud wailing noises that sound like ghostly sirens screaming as they enter the manor. The haunting screams start to mix with human screams as Naomi enters the place. Orfeo yells into a walky-talky "What in the name of Dante's great Inferno is that damned sound?! Somebody report!!!"


“Probably some kind of ghost, we didn’t put up any wards against these things- wahh! Run!” there is a sound of clattering and loud footsteps before the radio cuts off.


"What was that sound? Everyone, unit 3 has gone quiet. Possible threats near their location. Be on guard and investigate."


“We’ve got a beat on them sir, they came through the wall into the lobby!”


The door opens just then to a rather confused doctor wearing her normal white blouse, black pencil skirt, and white lab coat reserved for doctors. All she was trying to do was ask a certain question. "Orfeo, what's going on? Everyone's on edge and running around... did something happen? And what's with that wailing sound? If I didn't know better, I would say it was a ghost... like in the movies. But they don't exist, so it can't be them... And I don't think they're air sirens either."


"What are we dealing with? Also, Jean, your presence may be needed there." He turns around to see Naomi. "Ah Naomi, thank heavens you're safe. All hell has decided to roll up to the manor this morning." Orfeo moves to hug Naomi comfortingly "I'm unsure what it is, but it seems to have breached our defenses."





She was definitely surprised by the hug, and even more confused now as she brought up her hands to push him away just enough for personal space. "Yeah... I'm safe. I came here when everyone was running around... and what's this about being breached? By what? The Police? Thugs? A Gang?"





A voice from the radio echoes out “Sir! It just bit into one of the men, there’s two of them swarming into the library! I think he’s dead!” The wailing noises seem to screech ever closer to the meeting room as the ghosts cull their way through.


"It's something of the supernatural persuasion, as whatever it is, it's just passing through the damn walls."


A crackle on the radio “Are they ghosts or are they sharks?!” Another pause of static “Looks like a bit of both!” the occultists scream.


Reaching from under his cloak, Orfeo grasps his whip and speaks into the radio "Sweet Christ, Jean where the hell are you!?"


Someone... was bit? Was it rabid dogs? She wasn't even paying attention anymore as to what it was, but rather that there was someone hurt. "Tell them to put pressure on the wound, and immediately pour alcohol on it." She gestured to the radio before the part about ghosts was spoken. Sharks? Ghosts? Ghost Sharks? "But ghosts don't exist! What are they talking about?!"


Jean is most likely on his way, last you heard he was headed up from the vault after putting away the prisoners. He was making his way up the elevator to the first floor and someone’s already radioed him.


"Oh my innocent child, there are many things that exist hidden away from the mortal eye." Orfeo spoke in a comforting voice.


"Yeah. Like the illuminati... but ghosts? There is no way that ghosts exist. There are too many violent deaths every year that we would be seeing them every day."


"My, for someone who does not believe in them...you seem to know a decent amount about them"


She was looking around for a first aid kit. If someone was injured, she would have to patch them up. "Do you know how many ghost movies and shows there are? They all have the same themes. If they did exist under those circumstances, then it would be more common with that amount of similarities. They do not exist." She started to move outside the office and followed the path toward the library where the screams echoed from.

 

[NovaPheonix]

@Trickster Queen


Sword, still in a frenzied state, barreled toward his prey without regard for anything else. The larger invisible spacial barrier was the only thing that held the beast at bay. His arms flailed as he screamed, being forced back with each movement while his arms were deflected away. Sword continued to screech and mindlessly swing toward Eidolon even after he had failed several times. Each time he was bounced backward and he would just rush back in a mad leap in an instant and repeat the process. He continuously flung his arms wildly at the man, looking more like a rampaging ape than a man. He was only halted when his arm was deflected back into his own face. Sword reeled back, still furious, from the force of his own strength that was now reflected back into him. It stopped him for a moment, giving Eidolon another opening while the beast in front of him recovered.

 

[Trickster Queen]

Eidolon watched the Beast that used to be Sword swinging at him, only to be bounced away by the power of space that whipped around him in a large sphere. Eidolon didn't give a shit anymore, there was no words that could get to the man in front of him anyway. With his hands risen, he used the power of his psionic control to form long chains which shot from his palms and wrapped around the neck of the beast, pulsating pain through his insides again as they crackled with yellow energy. "Stay down." He spoke, his green eyes lit with the flames of anger that burned through them brightly, making their arena turn into nothing more than a backdrop within their presence.