Fantasy Superhero Times

[Deathkitten]

Mostly Darren​

Darren let out a little squeak of protest as he was pulled into a tight hug. "N... Nat stop it I'm trying not to cry more," he protested, though he didn't fight her grip, and the tears flowed freely.

"I could go with if you wanted. We could all make them scared to act up!" Jupiter offered, though Darren only gave a dry chuckle and shook his head.

"No... It's okay. Really. They'd turn more heroes showing up into a big PR thing," he said and rubbed his face free of tears again. He looked at Natalie, "Yeah... I... I mean this is California... I am formally dressed for this area of the world. I'd look weird beside you if I was in a suit. I... yeah... they have no reason to take issue with it. You're right... thanks... and I know you're in my corner. I appreciate it. I don't deserve it but I appreciate it."

A couple of moments later they were back in the car again, having said goodbye. Jupiter stayed behind with Sarah to catch up with her after all the years.

Darren was shaking a little, hands clasped together in his laps, eyes fixed in the distance. He let out a loud sigh, forcing a smile onto his face, "I'm so nervous but I missed them. I missed my mam especially. Tad is... complicated. My ewythr though... he's scary. I dunno how to explain it, but he's... he's like a fox. You wouldn't trust them even if I said you could, but especially don't trust him. His name's Cianán, spelled very differently than the US Keenan, even though it sounds similar. He's the strongest of the whole family like I told you before. He acts nice, but he'll tear someone to pieces for looking at him wrong. My tad and I have problems, but he's the reason I know I can't drown... left me under for an hour, chained to a block... just to make sure."

He sighed again and let his nervous hands relax a bit, "I'll be okay, promise. After all, I'll have you there. You're not gonna let them drag me off. Heh... you'd sooner start a big fight in the public eye about it. Oh... by the way... I was crying because I messaged my sister. The... um... It's just something I do from time to time... I miss her. I keep worrying that one day someone else will end up with that number, and it'll feel like I lost the last thing I have of her. I can't tell you how many times I wished I could join her. Typical mourning stuff, I guess."

The airport came into view after a little bit and he groaned as he stepped out to head into the terminal, "And now we wait... fun... Agas I know you can hear me. Please just wait instead of causing problems for Natalie. I'm sure you'll get them... my family... eventually... it's not like they'll be hard to find. They're famous, after all. So... just wait... please. Let me have this, without causing Natalie a massive headache. The peanut gallery is one thing, so be chatty, but she doesn't deserve to have her head slammed into the mental concrete when you know you both want the same thing and will... probably in the next week or so... get it... as much as I hate to even think of it. They'll be here for a while doing PR crud. Natalie, I appreciate you giving me this. I can only imagine their souls won't be pleasant to view or smell."

ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

The Airport​

"Gabriella, dear? Watch your step," Dara said, his right arm, which was cloaked in the length of a suit sleeve, hooking around hers as they moved down onto the steps of the plane and eventually onto the tarmac. His voice was smooth. It exuded confidence and importance, with a prim and proper sort of accent to it. He felt like a worldly man. Dangerous.

"Or what? She'll cut herself?" Cianán teased as he hopped down the steps behind them, voice just slightly deeper than Dara's medium-toned voice. He was grinning practically ear to ear, and his accent and personality felt more playful - chaotic.

"I at least like him putting out the effort," Gabriella returned, her own accent a standout with her hint of Spain that wrapped around her words, "It's sweet, you know? Shows he cares."

"You have a little bit of leftovers on your lip."

"Mm?" Cianán rubbed a smear of fresh blood off his lower lip with his thumb and licked it off with an ever more eager grin, "Thanks. I'm such a messy eater."

"You could at least make an effort to be presentable. There will be heroes."

"Heroes are whatever. Loosen up a little."

"Heroes are not whatever when they've got their claws into Darren. Behave."

"I wonder what she's like. You looked into her, right?"

"Of course." "Yep."

"She's a church hero. Spirit of Vengeance. Big pain in the ass."

"You say 'lots of fun' strangely, Dara."

"Yeah say that again once you meet her. I'm certain she won't be pleased about our very existence."

"I hope she's treating Darren well..."

"He's a softie, but he's still a tough softie. He's fine, I'm sure," Cianán said as he pulled the luggage cart along. He didn't like others touching their shit, "I just hope the lady has enough space in the boot for all this. I also hope she's cute, but that's a different issue."

"Pervert." "Simp."

"Cut it out, you two. I swear... you two get together and all rationale goes out the window."

"Not my fault my little brother's so fun to pick on," Cianán teased and gently touched Gabriella on the back as he passed to walk through the doors, then out once more to the terminal. He was the first to spot Darren, and immediately waved his way, "Ayyy! There's the little man!" Cianán looked to Natalie and as he came within a few feet of them, offered her his hand, "Well hello there! It's not often I see such a beautiful woman standing beside Darren. You must be Natalie. Cianán MacAlasdair, a pleasure to meet you."

Gabriella didn't seem to care for formalities and scooped Darren into a hug as soon as she was close enough to, tears welling up, "Oh my god mi corazón. Te extrañé mucho. I missed you so much. Are you alright? Oh, your hair is so long. You couldn't cut it, could you? Sweetheart... we can make sure to cut it short for you again. Have you been eating well? I swear you look skinnier."

"Mam, mam I'm alright I swear!" Darren flustered, trying desperately not to cry again as his mom fretted over him and pet at his hair and whatnot, "I'm okay. I'm doing fine. Stop your fretting. Please. I'm okay. L-look. This is Natalie. She's my mentor."

Gabriella tore herself from her son to finally look at Natalie with a sweet smile, "Oh thank you for looking after Darren. It's nice to meet you. You're a hero. What class are you? I heard you work for the church. My family has a long history of heroes. I wonder if you've met any."

Dara was standing back from the rest beside their luggage, watching the group with his arms folded, "So what's your plan now, Natalie? Care to show us a little of Los Angeles? After all, I wouldn't like to get lost."

Cianán smirked, "That's Dara for you. Straight to the point."

For the two men of the group, their souls were disturbingly clean... as though they had never so much a jaywalked in their entire life. The woman's soul was dirtier, she had done some questionable things, killed more than once, but still not as marred as one might expect it would be working with The Leash. Nothing like the torture Darren spoke of. No, instead these two men had something worse. A blessing passed down by blood through many generations, given by God himself to these people.

And they did this with it.

They took their blessing from God and connection to Heaven and went the opposite direction with it, falling into villainry, taking every opportunity for cruelty. But their souls were immune to such marring actions. They had their own personal little safeguard. It was something that made many an angel or servant of Heaven livid with them and their ilk. Hell, they even had a tiny bit of angel blood, for once upon a time when they still served the word of God, they got along and comingled. Not so anymore, alas.

And that grin Cianán had... oh he knew it. He knew that Natalie and her little friend wouldn't like what they saw. He loved it.

ManofManyRoles

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Morgan Adler

"Proud? No, quite the opposite actually. I would have gladly forfeited my habit if it meant the O.A would not return. They are perhaps one of the greatest obstactles we will ever face in our quest, Dietrich. They are everything we stand against. Their wanton disregard for human life, and the crater they've left in this city is testament to that. Fortunately for us, we are an unknown variable, much like them. I've made certain that we exist only in shadow, until I deem it correct that we step out." Watching him put on his little act did manage to earn a smile, though only a hint of one. "I'm sure you'll recover, some how. Perhaps we can find you a hobby to help." Burying a hand in her coat pocket she tilted her head a bit, expression slipping back to neutral. Not boredom just...neutrality. "As you know, biology is one thing I take deep interest in. It's helped us have an edge in operations, it's kept me at a peak that normal humans cannot naturally achieve. If she knows something I haven't been able to reach myself, then that's all the more I know. Besides...it's always nice to make friends with use, don't you agree?"

The ride to find Anne wasn't that difficult, though one could say she was cheating. To be fair, if one didn't want their cities camera's being used, perhaps they should secure them better. Following Dietrich to the seemingly crazed woman, she tilted her head a bit as she studied her. The doctor had a daughter? Interesting. "We have not seen your daughter, I'm afraid ma'am." She offered a small smile, something that fit surprisingly sweetly on her face. "We will help you, it's only the right thing to do. Nonsense about your van, you'd waste more time if we doubled back as you want. If we keep going now, we'll find her. I am Morgan, and my friend is Dietrich. If you'll come with us, we'll start the search at once." Morgan was a bit of a strange person, one had to admit. One day she'd willingly order the destruction of a small village if it meant the furthering of a grander agenda, but it didn't mean she liked it. She wanted to help, that's what all of this drove towards. And helping the good doctor fell in line with that, as well as future plans.
Kyrenka

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Casey Kemp

Sipping from the cup of coffee in silence as he listened to her he could only give a calm nod. She knew what to do, so she'd been paying attention. Always good to be reminded of that. "Smart girl. It's fine if you're bubbly and friendly when we're home. But on duty, you should be calm, collected, and assertive. Take much too joy in what you're doing and you give the wrong impression. But I trust you...take the job, let me know how it goes." Finishing the coffee in his cup he set it down, offering her a small smile. "Perhaps we'll go watching later. I picked up some schematics I'd like to review, and I left cameras planted around the distraction site. I'll be using those to review heroes who get involved if any do. You're welcome to join me of course. After I finish reviewing and studying, then we can go out for a look around." Placing the cup in the sink he grabbed his helmet, giving her a nod. "I'm going to get out of uniform and get started."
Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

James & Sato

Sato seemingly stared at James, listening to bells. "Smart succubus. You'd be wasting your time...and then even if you succeeded, you'd get killed." James grumbled, burying his hands into his pockets. "Powerful and uncooperative. It's all a very long story." Sato finally turned her head to look at Bells, her chest puffing with pride. "I was a major goddess among those who worshipped me." She held her proud air for a moment before it slowly deflated, the facade fading slowly. "I suppose in the grand scheme of things, I was minor. But that hardly makes a difference, I am invaluable!" "And a pain." At his whisper Sato reached out, slapping him upside the head and earning a soft 'ow' from him. Sato didn't even look around, sighing. "Yes, I suppose this idiot has managed to draw a crowd...he's good at that. You want to get moving, I'll help you. I'm not going to let him get caught in stupidity right out the gates." Raising a pale hand, she pointed her finger due east, wings flapping as she lifted off the ground. "Don't vomit."

Without further warning, a gust of wind picked bells and James up in the air, cold and strong as a twister...flinging them eastward, carried by the wind. Sato kept pace, wings flapping as she soared through the air. She felt..different, more in control. Like she wasn't relying on James anymore, but just herself. It felt...complete, back to normal. As back to normal as she could be, she supposed. James closed his eyes due to the wind buffeting him as he soared through the air, the cold chill of the altitude harassing him. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore he touched down on the ground, tumbling for a few moments before he got upright. Looking at the crater he let out a slow whistler, no real commentary to offer. "Well...this feels familiar," Sato commented as she touched down.
Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Detective Marshall

"Dunnie...I like that. Sorry, I'm terrible at names. My daughter's name was only figured out with my wife's help. Least I was in the ballpark this time, right?" Leading her back to his car he paused at her questions, glancing at her. "Well, I have to file incident reports...and since you're coming along, I have to call ahead so they can set the precinct to the correct precautions so I don't melt someone's brain by inviting you inside. And as long as a cult is after you, you're at risk. So by being in my care, you'd effectively be under my protection until they're dealt with, and we can decide on how to integrate you into society."

Attention went to his car as she sort of morphed it, a soft 'huh' escaping him. "You know...I sort of like it. Has a certain appeal to it in my opinion...Unfortunately, my wife is quite fond of the purple it was, and she won't appreciate the giant eye. Could you please change it back? I'll get started on your shackle, then we can patch you up." Kneeling down so he could look at her shackle he rubbed his chin in thought. He couldn't just snap it off, and he couldn't just contract this away. Time to get inventive. Reaching into his pocket he removed a small picking kit, going to work. Sometimes there had to be a gentler touch to detective work, instead of kicking in the door after all.
Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Natalie Brenton

Natalie offered him a small smile, giving a small nod. "Right. Don't let anyone intimidate or bully you into how you live your life, Darren. Besides, I like the way you look, but that's just my personal opinion." Not long later they were in the car and on their way to the airport, Nat's fingers drumming on the wheel. "Deep breath, love. Relax. I'm not worried, so you shouldn't be either. If anyone should be worried, it'd honestly should be me. I'm sure they're already planning to kill me, and they have fourteen ways planned at this point. Ah well, they can join the club." A hand moved from the wheel across the mid-section to grab his hand, holding it. "Dove, trust me when I say I'm not letting you out of my sight. A little known fact is that I'm the queen of bullshit. I will figure literally anything out to keep you with me...just remember to play along, no matter what. Honestly, even Kali doesn't have shit on my ability to poker face and bluff."

She fell silent, thumb brushing the back of his hand a few times before returning to the wheel. "I'm sorry, love. I am." She didn't really have anything else she could offer on the input of his dead sister. She was a villain, and she didn't really empathize with them that often, she spent most of her time getting them killed after all. Parking the car and following after him, she glanced in his direction.

--Inside Natalie's Head--

Natalie stood with her arms crossed, staring at her 'other half'. "Can you behave for this interaction? I don't care if you bitch or rage, but no fights." The spirit studied her in silence, weighing her choices. "...Yes. For this one." Natalie studied her, eyes narrowing. "Not good enough, promise. Swear on the Father's name, you won't try to take control for this interaction." This, of course, brought pause to Agas before she spoke again. "I swear on the name of the Father, I will not attempt to take control while you host his scum of a family."

--Back to reality--
"Alright, I got an agreement with her. She'll behave for this. Don't worry about their souls too much, you act like we didn't have the O.A yesterday. Now THAT was bad." Natalie hung out with Darren as they waited for his family, with her making small talk where she could. And here they came...but something was wrong, so dreadfully wrong. Their souls were...clean. Not just clean, sterilized. Like a germaphobic doctor's office, it was bleached. And the mother...not as bad as it should be. Something was wrong. She knew this on sight. She didn't have to take guesses though, Agas cut in. "I said I wouldn't take control...so give it over. They have to die, they must die."

--Back in the head we go!--
"Their souls are wrong, and you know something. Spill." The spirit of vengeance had, for lack of a better term, turned the inside of her brain into a furnace. Sickly green fire licked the mental scape as far as she could see, but none of it approached her. "They were blessed by the Father, this bloodline! They were meant to help humanity! Their souls cannot collect sin, for they did work similar to my own! And they have done this with it! THEY MUST DIE!" "Big fucking whoop, this is important for the kid right now, so shut up! Whether you get them now or get them later, you'll still get them!" "You idiot! The longer you let cancer fester, the worse it grows! They must all perish where they stand!" "Agas I swear to God, shut the hell up or I will beat you with your own femur!" Back and forth the two went in their argument, but with how their relation worked, such happened almost instantly.

--And reality again--

Natalie may be having a war on the inside, but she seemed unfazed on the outside. She only grinned like always as the family approached, raising two fingers for a quick wave, which separated in a 'peace' sign as it reached the end of the wrists wave. Taking his uncle's hand she gave a rather firm handshake, giving a chuckle. "Nice to meet you, you got the name right, I'm impressed." After her handshake she turned her attention to Darren who was currently being coddled by his mother. Once upon a time, she wished to have met her parents, to know what it was like. She didn't really care anymore, but it was always interesting to see from an outside perspective. "Nice to meet you ma'am. I like your braid, it matches Darrens. I haven't really looked after him, he's a smart kid. I've just been along for the ride, in a sense. Do keep the whole hero talk on the down-low if you could though, public secret. But I'm sure you all did some research on me, I am with your son after all. I feel we both know the answers to your questions."

Turning her attention to Dara she buried her hands in her jeans, giving a shrug. "Hate to break it too you, but I'm still learning the place, haven't been here long. But since you're going to be riding along anyways, we'll experience it together." She glanced at all the baggage, giving a dry chuckle. "Glad I got a large rental at least." She refused to show them she was bothered, let alone intrigued. They'd get nothing out of her, except quips and smart ass remarks, and she had plenty to give. Attention going to Cianan and his grin, she flashed her own once again. "Thinking of something funny there?"

Deathkitten

 

[Aelia Aeldyne]

Cinna Arkenian - El Porto High Security prison​

Breathe in, breathe out.

An inaudible gasp, slow and deliberate, followed by a similarly silent exhalation. That would be all for the next few hours. Cinna opened his eyes, gazing without interest through the window of the helicopter's cockpit. Los Angeles was sprawling beneath, the city splattered upon the surface of the earth like a gigantic carrion thing, devouring everything that came in to produce chittering human activity... And here, a hundred fathoms ahead, the occasionnal grain of bloody sand in the metropolitan machinery, creaking between the gears and stalling the system simply by existing - requiring to be crushed with overwhelming force.

Why else, after all, would he be deployed ? His superiors believed him mindless, an untruly tamed beast barely able to follow orders. Mindless he was not, however; tamed neither, but tame he kept himself. He had read the books they had given to him. Like everything else in this world, it was archaic, barely reaching the roots of what his people had been able to do at their peak. He had no interest in infantile research. Had they been able to provide him with interesting conversation, he would not have minded - but all they cared about was his combat efficiency. Truth be told here, he did revel in violence. One cannot spend three hundred years before developing either taste or disgust for one's activities. Cinna had grown taste, and practiced violence tastefully. A prince he was, and princely manners he kept - his own.

He felt the shudder in the helicopter's frame as it became stationary near the prison. El Porto, he'd been told the name was. Did he care ? Not really. A prison was a soulless place, chains put on men by other men and a significant portion of those in chains should be free, and their jailers bound. Morbid. But expected of a place where tensions were left to grow, insecurities, resentment and the entire specter of the most destructive emotions and mental disorders were left to fester behind bars of steel. Putrid, even. He'd not have his way on this point, but if he had, he'd have burned it all to the ground, occupants included. The guilty would've burned in righteous flames, the innocent freed from their torment.

A voice rang in his ears. The man in the backseat, giving him instructions; he was using his phone, and Cinna's headset converted the text into psychic voice messages. Cinna didn't listen. Orders were things he was picky in heeding. This man here... He was not someone that Cinna would obey beyond the barest necessity. That man had no ties to him beyond a mere assignment, and he had made clear that he considered Cinna like a weapon first, a tool second, a test subject third and a person last. Cinna's body instinctively jerked at the thought. Even at the worst hours of the Rustlings, even if he had bled and died for the clan many times, they would still welcome him in their ranks like one of them, never considering him inferior. But this man, Everett Parson... Maybe did he consider himself superior to Cinna because he could insult him ? If so, he totally missed the point of Cinna's silence - or perhaps did he depreciate him because he couldn't speak in the same manner ? Foolish.

Moved by a sudden instinct, Cinna cut through Parson's spiel, his thoughts formed into words by the program in his headset.

"The eagle does not concern itself with the cries of the rabbit, Everett Parson. I do not concern myself with your insults. Keep your words for yourself, director of nothing, and keep my armor clean. I'll do this the proper way. Insects all they are."

Without waiting for a reaction, he put down the headphones on his seat, jumping out of the helicopter with nothing but the clothes on his back.
Landing with a muted thump behind the police lines, a smirk formed on his lips, and his mouth moved silently as his voice echoed, deep as the grave.

"Fear not. I have arrived."

- outside perspective -

Whoever that was had just landed behind a police van, and the air had rumbled like thunder in the following seconds. Now, they had jumped over the van with perfect ease - as if thinking about the act was more of a bother than doing it - and were walking leisurely - but inexorably towards the convicts' lines. Until they stopped. In the middle of things. Standing there, as if nothing was happening around them. Looked like a woman, a perfect face made of deathly pale alabaster wreathed in ashen hair and lit up by two sickening suns of dulled gold, empty and terrifying. Clothing-wise, nothing too out of the ordinary - black pants made out of a soft fabric, a high-collared black sweater, and... oh. A brown stole... scarf... thing embroidered with shiny yellow and orange pearls. Unusual.



She didn't look dangerous, but appearances often were deceiving. Her lips quirked, and it was by the Grim Reaper's abyssal voice that the air was shaken.

"CEASE"

Or else...


ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

The MacAlasdair Family​

Cianán rubbed his hand after the rather heavy shake it received, but his smile didn't waver. Her being strong only made this more fun. Gabriella was flattered by the comment of her braid, while Darren only looked away at the mention, embarrassed. Dara, meanwhile, just looked annoyed.

"Oh, he's always had that braid in his hair since he was younger. One day he just decided to come up and ask me how to do it. I showed him and helped him out, and he's worn one in his hair ever since!" she chuckled and beamed at her son, the picture of a perfect mom, "Oh I'm so sorry mentioning the hero thing. You know, I suppose I just assumed that since you're mentoring him... you know... it'd be well-known? He is a bit famous, after all. Bah. That aside, I'm sure you have your reasons for keeping such a wonderful thing secret."

"Shame you don't know your way around much," Dara grumbled, eyeing an airport attendant over in the distance in one of the booths freaking out to one of their colleagues, "You'd be far more useful if you did. Beyond that... what are you wearing? It looks like it's been through a grinder."

Cianán rolled his eyes, "Hey, don't knock her. I think she'd look ravishing in anything." He glanced to his brother, then back to Natalie with a hungry grin still planted on his face, "I think it's funny that Darren managed to find such a beautiful woman, and yet he doesn't even seem to notice it. You've got spunk to you. It radiates out in waves. Confidence. Presence. They're attractive qualities for someone to have. Almost angelic." He chuckled at his own joke, then moved behind her as Darren heaved an already tired sigh. His family was such a pain.

Darren walked toward the doors, wanting nothing more than to get to the car and get this over with as quickly as possible. Gabriella followed at his side, eager to catch up with her son. Dara positioned himself in front of Natalie, while his brother was behind. Cianán let a thin wisp of holy energy like a thread of hair curl its way around Natalie's throat before dissipating.

Alas, his attempts were interrupted by the doors slamming shut in front of them - lockdown mode. "Bahaha! Oh you've got to be kidding me," he laughed, nearly doubling over as Darren and his mother looked back through the metal grate at the three of them, "Bud. don't worry about it. Your friend Natalie will be fine with us. I'm sure she'll keep us nice and safe."

Dara gave his brother an almighty glare as the loudspeaker kicked on, Apologies! This section of the terminal is now on lockdown until a hero can examine a body that was found in the bathroom. Please be patient with us as we wait. If there is a hero in the terminal, please come to guest services to help. Dara pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"I suppose that's your call... isn't it? I'll just wait here for things to be sorted out. I really don't want the trouble. Such a great welcome to the states..."

Darren stared at Natalie, wishing he could crawl into a hole and stop existing as he thought to himself, As if it were her I was worried about... No... anyone stuck with Cianán would end up wanting to punch him at the best of times.

"Well, I'm gonna come with! I want to see how these things work here!" Cianán, pleased as punch that his work was so nicely placed and so quickly found, proclaimed as he walked to the guest services area with his hands in his pockets, "Don't worry, cariad, I've got my international card and everything."

ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Bells​

This Sato lady seemed like a bit of a bitch. Geez. She almost felt sorry for this poor guy that had to deal with her... but on the other hand, he had a goddess at his disposal so whatever. Was she a friggen tsundere or something? Welp. Flattery was the best way to deal with chicks like her... but not over the top. Ugh. And then this about "don't vomit", as though she would try to. If she did, it's not like it was her fault, and she could do better to make for a smoother ride! Whatever though. She hopped to stay on her feet once they touched down, appreciative to be once more on solid ground.

"Yeah. Big crater. It's thirty miles across. There were no survivors, even on the edges. No one could be resurrected either... until recently, anyway, when three people suddenly came back, but no one knows why the hell that happened," she explained, rubbing a little of the windchill off her arms. Bells looked at the goddess. She probably hadn't received a prayer in years. Who knew if she could even receive prayers before in that grimoire in whatever world she was in before? Bleh. She was getting soft on people. Bells rubbed her arms a little more vigorously.

Well... they were in a pickle... in a new land... it must be stressful. It wasn't like it was hard to offer a prayer... She dipped her head just a little and closed her eyes for the short moment it took to pray, Thank you, Goddess Sato, for your swift and efficient transport and your aid. Simple... but, she figured, it might be nice for her to feel that way again. She was a goddess after all...

Bells felt her cheeks go a little warm in embarrassment as she walked to the edge of the crater, "So... um... Goddess Sato? If you could tell me what you can do, I can try to think of ways you can help the OA situation."

ManofManyRoles

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Vionas

Vionas eyes went wide when she felt corvus hand on her armor. "...Thanks mom, Whos your patient? can I come?" she asked clmaling down, Corvus calmed her down alot. At least if she was with her she could stay safe. Maybe she should start taking some self defense classes. Viona smiled looking at her adoptive mother. She stared so much she almost missed the burly 6 armed demon woman walking down the street. The rain practically turning to steam as it touched her. "Huh..... Wonder what shes doing, apperently she just signed up as a hero." Viona said calmly before shrugging. Ignoring the demon lady as she continued to walk down the street. "soooo Whos your patient? come on tell me tell me!" she was very excited about her moms work.

ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Dunnie​

Dunnie frowned, mouth stretching oddly as she contemplated the eye she just put on the car. Shame... but... he was nice, so she would listen. He made her feel calm since he was so calm. The eye dissipated, fading out like an opacity layer, until it was entirely gone and the car was back to normal. "Your wife... sounds like no fun," she pouted, "Won't melt... brains... let me fix it."

As he was by her ankle, lockpicking it in his very noir sort of detective way, she focused on how calm she now felt. She wasn't in danger, she didn't have to run, she could relax and focus on her form. After a moment or two, the eldritch nature of it sucked itself inside the eyes all over her body, which then closed themselves to make for normal human skin and features. Aside from the odd color of her hair and eyes - which in this city wasn't too odd anyway - she looked like a normal kid, just a bit older than his own.

"Is this better?" she asked, voice that of a normal human child as well, "If I'm not... scared... I can maintain it."

ManofManyRoles

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Xiard

Xiard calmy looked up at the rain. around him ruined steel and slashed concrete. Alarms blared in his ears as he reached out with his own hand and felt the heavy rain. ".......Beauitful" was all he mumbled. before he kept walking. He was tired of being cooped up inside. Alexandria had left so it was a perfect time to go on a walk. He even thought of a plan. Just make a loud sound before someone tried to order him. That way he wouldn't hear it. He began to step away from the building Alexandria had him staying in, and began to wonder. The sound of the rain dripping upon his helmet and armor. Little plink plink plinks were made. It was calm, peaceful and innocent. Hardly a sound fit to be coming from this blood stained armor. He could feel the creaking of his armor as it rubbed against each other. Just how long had he wore it... It felt like skin to him at this point, every point of rust a blemish. Every scratch or crack a scar upon his body. The squeaking and creaking signs of its age. Like ones bones would creak when old..... Perhaps it was time for it to be shed. This was a new world. With endless possibilities in it. Would his armor be able to stand by him even in this world? What about his sword? He had slain every type of beast under the sun and moon. Dragons to vampires.... along the way it had become literally a part of his body. They say the greatest sword masters treat their blades as an extension of their very body....then what did it mean to him, who had his sword literally be his body. Xiard did not know the answers to these. He was merely a countries blade. Blades are not suppose to think, they are not suppose to question, they are meant to simply cut down anything that they are told to. Truly, a puppet may cut their own strings, and be left to lay there lifelessly. But what about a blade, their was no strings to cut. It can not escape its destiny. ".....Was i always this weak." he asked himself as he looked at his sword. He had wandered far into the city. He didnt even know where he was anymore.

Thankfully. He did not have to continue to ponder these dark thoughts. As he stood in the street. Someone,.... or something had begun to approach him. Through the rain was a large cloud of steam, a golden glow inside of it. As it approached closer.Xiard got a good look, it was a demon. Nearly 13 feet tall as her body was adorned with glowing sygils. Her clothes resembled that of a Monk. But the flaming golden eyes, large size and body mass was screaming berserker. Emerging from her back were four golden arms. Gleaming as beautiful and bright as any treasure. She had approached to just 6 feet infront of him.She was staring him down, inspecting him with eyes like that of a beast. Xiard could feel the blood lust emanating from her. Finally she gave a smile that betrayed her body, one of an innocent child. As if she had just met a brand new friend. "Knight.....No.... Blade. Tell me.... When two warriors paths clash. What must happen." she asked as steam coming from her mouth. Xiard looked up at her before to his sword. He had to answer, She had said 'tell me' so. He gave the answer he truly believed. "when too warriors paths clash, so two must their blades." he answered. Scile looked happy before letting out a bellowing laugh that one would expect from a drunken dwarf or an aged knight. "You know what I mean! I like you. SO.... we are warriors. Our blades must clash. A fair fight between Strangers. Let us not have fate decide the victor. For only our skills and strength shall." She said smiling. A fair fight... "if you require a fair fight.... You should seek elsewhere. I am cursed, to obey any order I hear and not stop until it is complete." Xiard told the woman. But that only got another laugh from the woman. "is that all!? here, let me handles that." She declared in a boisterous tone before she walked up, and on each side of xiards head she clapped both of her golden arms together. The rain around them being launched away as windows nearby became covered in cracks..... A loud ringing. That was all Xiard could hear as he felt a bit dizzy. He felt liquid dripping down the sides of his head before he put his hand to the bottom of his helmet... ah.. blood. His eardrums were ruptured. So much blood was coming out of them. Certainly, this would make the fight fair. But what the demon did next surprised him. She had just stabbed her thumbs into her ears. before pulling them out, blood dripping down her own face. "now were equal! come on!" the demon mouthed before turning around and walking off. using one of her golden arms to leave writing in the air. "I know a place fit for our battle." Xiard could only look at her back as she walked away. Gripping his fist, He followed her, the pain of his head and the dizziness gone.

 

[ManofManyRoles]

El Porto High-Security Prison (More of a warzone at this point?)

Those close enough to hear it swiveled their heads at the muted thump, looks of relief covering their faces, as well as confusion. They weren't really picky at this point, a hero was a hero, and they'd take any help they could get. The rumbling of the air in thunderous fashion earned more looks, which in turn caused them to duck behind the line of vehicles in order to look safely. As the would-be hero leaped over the police van, the gunfire only continued between convicts and police. No one was overly concerned with the figure right now, for all they knew it was just a negotiator. Then came the voice, dark as the grave, which indeed cause the convicts to cease firing.

No one budged, even the police's weapons fell silent, as if time itself had demanded it hit the pause button. And then, all at once, as if a order had been carried through the convicts in silence, they all opened fire on the hero. Pistol and semi-automatic rifle that had been looted from the armory, a hail of bullets all heading for their intended target. What did they have to fear, besides some spooky voice? They weren't even armed from the looks of things! Though none of them were supers in their own right, the police weren't about to let the figure who had arrived to save their asses go without help. The order to provide cover was barked down the lines, and police once again open fire, hoping to suppress the convicts. This had minimal success, the convicts already dug in hard behind their barricades, and all it really did was earn another Molotov towards the police lines. A scream of pain went up in the air as some poor soul was saturated in the make-shift weapons fire. "GET A MEDIC UP HERE!" came the barking order from one of the swat members.
Aelia Aeldyne

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Natalie Brenton

She had already won a small victory, in her opinion causing Darren's uncle to rub off the handshake. She doubted it really hurt all that much, but establishing her place in a pecking order was always a good thing to do. Attention went Gabriella, offering a small smile to her. "That's honestly pretty cute. The little matching braid thing you two going on." She shrugged a bit, raising a finger to her lips in the 'shh' fashion, lowering it again. "Just because people know my face doesn't mean they know who I am, is the thing. There are hundreds of heroes, I'm just another random face hanging with Darren here. Even if they guessed me as a hero, they would never guess which one. I find it sort of fun, plus there are real reasons I try to keep it on the down-low."

Shifting on her foot in idle fashion as she focused on Darra she gave her usual grin and shrugged. "Shame it is." And a crying shame I don't give a shit if you find me useful or not. At his comment about her attire, one could swear her grin got just a bit wider. There was a certain exhilaration about people taking offense to how she stood out, how her presence demanded you notice it. How she stood center stage, and love her or hate her, you had to admit she couldn't be ignored. "This? Telling me you're not a fan? I have like, twenty more pairs, maybe we can find one you prefer."

Darren was right, his uncle was a fox...or more like a creeper, in her opinion. "Cianan, flattery isn't going to win you anything, y'know? Wouldn't call it 'angelic' at any rate. I make myself known, and that's what I aim to do." If he wanted Angelic, she could just let Agas out...and as tempting as that was, Darren wouldn't be pleased. Plus, they didn't need to crater the poor airport. She resisted the urge to swivel her head to look at him as he moved behind her. If he was going to try something, he wouldn't do it in an open airport. As darren painted it, their PR was everything. And if she got knocked out, there was a good chance Agas really would snatch control. Following after Darren, an annoyed noise started in her throat but it died before it made itself known. Did this jackass really just do that? God she wished she could plant her boot firmly up his ass. As the lockdown mode engaged she heave da huff, hand going on her hip as she shifted her weight. "Now that's annoying." Listening to the speakers proclaim the issue she puffed a breath of air, tucking hair behind her ear. "Darren, don't worry much love. I'll be out in a bit. Text me if you need me, alright? I'll kick down a lockdown door if I have to. I won't be long."

Giving her usual two-finger wave she started towards guest services, not even bothering to see if the uncle was following. "If you're coming along, just let me handle everything. I gotta handle this a certain way this time." Great, stuck with a homicidal pervert, and a homicidal spirit in her head. His sheer existence almost proclaimed 'kick me in the dick', and God she was tempted too. Game plan was to get one of the guest service folks to speak to her in private, establish the situation, and get it handled. Easy, right?

Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

James and Sato

The two stared out at the crater, James the first to speak up. "Is it bad that I say I've seen larger? Though...absolutely no survivors, and no resurrections...that's bothersome. I wonder what changed to allow recent resurrections. Thoughts Sato?" He turned his attention to his companion, who could only stare out at the devastation. It bothered her, deeply. To see such destruction and loss of life...brought back memories she wanted to stay buried. The storm continued to rage above them, soaking poor James to the bone, and Sato was in much the same boat, though she didn't seem to care. "Dark Magic, perhaps. The kind that no one should touch."

Sato mulled over the options before...before a warmth flooded her being, energy hitting her. And she knew, instinctively, what it was. A feeling she had long since thought to never come again. A prayer...a prayer from the succubi. The devastation...a prayer...the perfect recipe for memories to come swimming forth.

--Memories of the Dead, The little girl--
The mid-summer sun hung high in the air, warmth filling the village with life. People of all ages milled about and did their duties. Children ran and played, the grizzled veteran worked his smithy in solitude, the warriors honed their craft with the blade. Farmers tended to the field that had been gifted fresh rain, and a gentle breeze caressed every soul in the small place of land they called their own. And at the center of the village, atop a hill, sat the shrine to their goddess. A beautiful thing crafted from stone and wood, polished and cut by hand, small tapestries on the outside depicting Sato in kneeling posture, sharpening her blade. Another set of tapestries depicted her atop a hill, a mighty storm in the distance flooding the land. And yet another showed the village itself, in the loving embrace of its goddess. To this village, the goddess was their everything. They prayed to her in happiness and mourning, in peace and in turmoil. They spoke her name in awe and respect and called upon it when times were the hardest. They cried out to her when they experienced great loss, and sobbed for her aid in the darkest days. The goddess wasn't widely worshipped, but her people were exceedingly devout...and from their love, she grew strength beyond what many minor's could hope to hold.

A raven haired young girl sprinted up the steps to the shrine, dressed in a kimono with sakura flower design. As if disrespectful to the shrine she rushed inside, hyper as could be, smiling brightly. "Kami! Kami! I'm sorry I ran inside, but I'm excited!" She approached the small shrine table at the end of the temple, kneeling down and bowing her head."I made you a doll today...I hope you like it! I also brought honeycomb from my fathers apiary!" Keeping her head bowed and eyes shut tight, the girl tenderly placed a handmade doll of Sato on the shrine, along with a small jar of fresh honeycomb. "Thank you for the rain, it's helped the farmlands. And thank you for the wind, the sun has been hot this season. Thank you for keeping us safe, and for always being there for us. I know you'll never let anything bad happen to us. We all love you, Kami." A pale hand reached out, patting the young girl on the head. Beside the small shrine table stood the goddess, lacking her mask. Beautiful blue eyes regarded the young girl, a smile on her lips. "And your kami loves you...thank you, young one."

--Memories of the Dead, The men who'd give their lives--

It was the fall season, usually time for festivities and time to be merry. But instead of the streets being populated with joy and happiness, there was no soul to be found. Every woman and child were hidden away in their homes. And to the north, at the top of a hill, stood every man and boy of age, dressed in splint armor. The grizzled smithy stood at the front, staring down the hill. Below them, a barbarian horde was amassing, something so large it would destroy the town. But they would all fight to the last man for their home, for their families, and for their goddess. "If you have prayers, offer them now!" Not a soul hesitated, each man crossing an arm across his chest. Each prayer was the same, each one asking for one thing. 'Grant us the strength to keep our home safe.' She would do more than that. Stormclouds rolled in, faster than should be natural. Lightning slammed the ground and wind howled, the rain came down in an endless wave. And as the men opened their eyes, they beheld their goddess, hovering in the air before them. "Young warriors, proud men of the town Birabiro. Fear not the horde that lays before you. For in my arms do I embrace you, and by my sword shall they fall. You do not fight alone, you fight along with your goddess. I am the storm, and I will not be weathered by these vermin." Not a man dared speak, though the grizzled veteran barked out. "Sato stands with us!" All at once, in unison, the cry went up from the men. They didn't fight alone, and their lives would not be thrown away. They stood with their goddess, and their goddess stood with them.

--Memories of the Dead, The dying elder--

It was the winter season, and in such times life faded away into slumber. And so to true was the village. In the smithy's house lay the grizzled man, bedridden and attended by his wife. His days of glory had long since gone, his youth a fond memory. Here he lay, dying of his age. He had no regrets. He had served his people, and he had served his Kami. This in itself was the life he had chosen, and this in itself was a good life. The soon to be widow wept at his bedside, begging him not to pass. "My beautiful dear...do not cry for me. I will meet you again when you to pass...and we shall live for eternity thereafter. The savages could not take me...the winter could not take me. No...I leave on my own terms. Kami...if you can hear my prayer, take care of my beautiful wife. Do not let her live in pain." The wife begged and pleaded, clutching the mans hand until it went limp, the mans dying breath on his lips. A hand landed on her shoulder, the goddess at her side, silent and stoic. "He was a good man...he will be welcomed to the afterlife with glory and honor. Do not cry for the dead, you shame them that way. Remember them with joy and pride...not for what they became in their old age. But for who they were in their prime."

--Back to reality--

The memories faded, sweet like honeycomb and bitter like crabapple. She stared up at the sky...it was a good day for such a storm. The rain hid the tears that streaked her face as they trailed down from behind her mask. She'd failed...she'd failed so terribly. And this devastation...it looked too much like what had become of her town, but on such a larger scale. She had a responsibility now...she had no attachment to anyone here, but this was a matter of principle. She had to help. "I d-don't need your prayers, demoness!...What can I do..." She trailed off, as if the question left her dumbstruck. "I am the gentle wind that caresses you on the hot summers. I am the rain that feeds your crops and waters your town. I am the storm that blows away the army who threatens you. I am the blade that does not bend against a foe." Realizing that, despite being poetic, it was still rather cryptic she spoke up. "I control the wind and air. I can call forth great storms to do my will. I am fast...very fast. And I am one of the mightest swordmasters to exist." James simply stared out at the crater, his own mind working. Sato's flashbacks had only taken moments to do, so not much time had passed since bells had asked. "She's telling the truth, that isn't bravado-" He glanced at Sato, falling silent. "You alright?" She snapped her head in his attention, a lightning bolt striking close to the ground to him, perhaps a little too close. "I-I don't need you concern, you idiot! You caused this after all, getting us here!"


Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Corvus

A soft laugh escaped the doctor as she finished her tea, repositioning her mask. As she did so, the pitch-black cloud that covered her head dissipated, leaving her back as she was. "His name is Anthony, and he's a curious case. No matter what I do, his condition returns...he's so very fascinating. I try to return here as often as I can, as I can 'cure' him for a short time. If you wish to come, you're welcome too. Just be careful with him, the poor gentleman is held together with twine I suspect." Her attention went over her shoulder as Viona pointed out Scile, a soft 'hmm' escaping her before she went back to looking at Viona. "After we finish here, we can head that way, yes? I can cover the payment, don't worry."
Cam E. Leon

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Detective Marshall

A soft chuckle escaped him as he shook his head. "Sylvia? Nah, she's great to be around. She just prefers not to pass out or have headaches. I try to limit that as much as I can...there we go!" The shackle gave a soft noise as he undid it, letting him stand up with it in hand. Watching her 'transform' he tilted his head a bit, observing her. There was the form everyone could see, but for him, it was almost semi-transparent. He saw things for what they truly were, after all, he had sight beyond that of the normal man. It had its upsides and downsides...just made this a bit confusing he supposed. "Yea, I think that'll prevent folks from freaking out. Hop in, and I'll get you patched up, then we'll get the formalities sorted out." He certainly hoped Sylvia didn't mind that he'd probably bring work home with him this time.
Deathkitten

 

[Kyrenka]

~Anne Beaufort & Dietrich~
Streets of L.A.
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The people in front of her were strange. The girl spoke too well for someone her age; Anne had thought that they were family, maybe cousins or something, but she might've misjudged their relationship. Maybe a rich girl and her chauffeur? It made sense, kids didn't usually carry the kind of air this one had. She didn't really care, she was just glad that this girl had a conscious and was compassionate enough to lend the doctor her help. The relief was so overwhelming it made fresh tears run down Anne's face. Lunging forward to envelope the redheaded girl in a hug, the older woman did her best to hold back her sobs. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. You have no idea how grateful I am." Wiping her eyes as she drew back, Anne took in a shaky breath in order to calm herself and gather her thoughts. "Lead the way."

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The woman was obviously inconsolable, but the ever lingering doubt that it was all an act nudged at the back of his mind. Perhaps this was one of the reasons why Morgan kept him close. He was paranoid. Dietrich felt that this justified how he tensed when Anne Beaufort sprang forward. It was just a hug, one of desperate relief, but it only made him relax a fraction. It could all still be a farce. After all...Anne Beaufort had no children. Even if the birth was hidden Morgan's resources would've found it. Adoption, taking in a wayward child, hell even kidnapping would've all been included in the information gathered for them.

But there were no children. Morgan herself didn't seem too bothered by the unexpected twist, but Dietrich didn't like unknown variables. Maybe if he were on his own he'd find it just as interesting as Morgan did now, but for some reason the amusement that sudden changes and situations brought had waned as he spent more time with Morgan. He knew that she wouldn't turn this woman down though. Even if it was a trap, the child genius wasn't heartless like some people believed. That was something he admired in her. The ability to see the worst the world had to offer and still be able to put faith in it. Enough faith that she believed that it could be rid of its corruption once and for all.

Dietrich smiled at Anne Beaufort. "Right then, stay close ma'am."

((Interacting with ManofManyRoles 's Morgan | Vaguely Mentioned Daniel Reaving 's Aia))

 

[Deathkitten]

Sylvia​

"Of course, Mike," she said, giving the man at the counter a small thank you as she passed into the security room, "Thank you again for having me. I'll try to make this quick, get out of your hair, and get the villain out of your hair as well." She leaned against a table, looking at the man, then around the room, "Alright. Let's get started, shall we?" She made a little ball of spirit fire appear in her hand like a fidget toy, making the tiny spirits that were starting to surround her back off a bit.

"This can't set anything on fire, just so you know. No risk there. I'm a bit of a shaman, so I deal with the dead. Ghosts and whatnot. Right... anything new happen since yesterday?"

Aelia Aeldyne

 

[Deathkitten]

Bells​

Geez, this lady was such a tsundere. But... she sensed such sadness coming from her. Succubi, while of course great for bedroom activities, are masters at "reading the room". They have an innate ability to read the emotions of an individual to better understand what course of action to take. This lady? She was sad. Beyond sad and into the realm of depressed. Still, her tail flicked with a bit of excitement when she said she was fast. It seemed indeed they were going fast to get here... but... mmmmmm... it was so hard for a speedster to resist the allure of a potential speed buddy and race!

In what would look like a blink of an eye to James, she was in front of Sato, giving her a sweet smile, "I'm pretty fast, myself."

She brushed tears and rainwater alike from the goddess's cheeks with her thumbs, "Hey. You might not need prayers, but that doesn't mean it's not nice to get them. It's okay to enjoy it." Bells glanced at James, "Hey! James. Make sure to give her a prayer like once a day or something like that. If you're the owner of her grimoire, it's your job to take care of her, of course. Divine practically live off of prayers. Like water in a desert. Prayers don't have to be complicated. It can be as simple as you saying thank you to her for something. I dunno how it worked in the last world or two you were in, but here she can receive prayers even if she's in a grimoire."

Her finger reached out and booped the nose of her mask, "Right. So, Goddess Sato," she still used her title out of respect, a common thing to do in Hell. If you didn't call a demon lord the right thing you'd be dead, so it was important. "You're a storm goddess. That's a potent set of abilities! I think we should test to see what's different for you and James and the others... however many others there are. You wouldn't want to run into a fight or something and be surprised by new rules of the realm, right? You're already out, so how about we start with you? Test your limits. If you want, you can use me as a target... just uh... try not to kill me please?"

ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Cianán and Dara​

Once again, Darren was more than a little concerned for the safety of his uncle... and moreso the safety of everything around the two of them. Unfortunately, he couldn't follow and was instead just stuck here... with his father and mother... fuck. Dara eyed Natalie as she left before leveling his gaze through the gate at Darren. A wisp of golden energy, almost invisible, flowed through the gate and wrapped itself around strands of Darren's silver locks.

Are you enjoying time with your mentor? he asked, voice like a wisp through his mind.

Darren flinched, avoiding eye contact, Yes... sir. I am. She's kind to me.

Does she know what we do?

Yes sir. I didn't know how your souls would look to her. I didn't want to risk her attacking you all on-sight, he felt sick to his stomach. Even talking about Natalie without her here felt wrong.

She can't see shit. Our souls are like hers. Perfect, pure little things. Eventually, yours will be too, once your damned abilities awaken. For now, though Cianán will handle her. I can only hope he doesn't cause a scene. That body is his latest prey. Indulged himself on the plane. Your mentor isn't stupid. She'll make the connection, I'm sure. You're cruel to make her deal with us, it's almost admirable. She must hate our very existence.

Darren was silent... was he really cruel for it? He was selfish... wasn't he? Damn it... He turned away from his father as though it would stop the discussion. There was no privacy around them. They would worm their way in no matter what. Luckily he was used to keeping his thoughts to himself with this.

Sulk all you want... it doesn't change the reality of the world. Anyway, we have some matters to attend to later. You'll be coming with us. It's been too long since you've been involved in a torture session. I don't want you to get any softer than you already are.

Meanwhile, Cianán was following his cute little ball of vengeance to the guest counter. She had a nice ass. And yes, he came off creepy. He was picky with women but not so picky with his victims and toys. He was still looking for a wife. Dara had found his and Darren certainly had great potential but he was a little bit of a fairy. He wanted someone even more powerful if he could swing it. As she was now, Natalie would never agree to anything. She was a goody two shoes and it was hot. But... if she could manage to break her and her little spirit... mm... he was getting excited just thinking about it.

They ushered them into the back room without Natalie even having to ask, the poor attendant who found the body looking so shaken up and scared. His bodies he left did have that effect on people. Oh, how he wished he could grin and soak in her fear... but he had to remain stone-faced for now. While he was here though... perhaps he could slip into that mind of hers and have a private conversation.

Hello~ I wanted to take an opportunity to chat with you in private, given your concerns about your identity. I know you know the truth about us. You don't seem like the stupid type.

To say the least... he made a calculated risk... but man was he bad at math.

ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Dunnie​

Dunnie rubbed her leg where the shackle once was. The area looked raw even on her natural flesh like it had bitten in over time. Finally able to sit down, she clambered into the car with her knees up against her chest. Her fingers danced along the edge of the window, naturally curious. This was the first time she had ever seen a car. Her eyes started to well up with little purple bubbles that split off and floated up to the roof of the car, where they burst like little balls of smoke. She was crying.

"I'm sorry... I was so scared... I grabbed that man... will they be okay?" she sniffled and hid her face in the cuffs of her sleeves, "Will their heads be okay?? I didn't wanna hurt them! I just... I didn't wanna get taken back... I wanted freedom. I don't wanna hurt people."

As she was saying that, with his sight, he could see a duality to her. As though a dark shadow clung to her shoulders. The chaotic nature of people like her. It would be a struggle for her. As it seemed, she could go one of two ways, become someone sort of like Adam, or become like Nyarlathotep, enjoying the chaos and madness. She was so thoroughly split between two worlds.

ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Chutes​

An old, solid wood door, perhaps Victorian in style, appeared in the lower stands of the stadium. It was empty. This was not the season nor the day nor the weather for a game. That said, there was a game afoot, and he could feel it. After he stepped through, a small man of unintimidating stature, the door blinked back out of existence behind him just as his white wolf tail passed through.

In his hand, he held a glass of wine, and while he sipped at it, the rains parted for him. He sat on a bench nearest to the front, the water whisking itself away as though it daren't get his bottom wet. Now, he waited for his show to arrive. Two strong individuals, both suited for little more than combat. He wondered if they would even notice them in their fervor, and if they did, what they would do. Likely nothing. He wasn't their target.

He looked bored despite his interest in the event to come. Often his face came off as uninterested. As though he were some kid with no regard for the wonders of the world. Indeed it was hard to maintain such enthusiasm, but he managed, even as it did not show. He thought in silence, listening to the rain around him, about how he might make it more interesting? Perhaps a scoreboard? Keep track of who lands the most hits? That would be fun...

Cam E. Leon

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Aia
Location: City Streets
Interaction: ichthys Kyrenka (mentioned)

Aia continued to curiously lick him before she heard a word she remembered. When he said family she froze in place for a moment before her tongue whipped back into her mouth as she looked up the around almost frantically at the realization of who wasn't with her. Suddenly she dropped him plain and simple as she lifted herself higher with her tail as her head whipped around. "Mama?! MAMA!!!!" She yelled out over and over as she frantically looked through the crowd. Upon no sight of her mother she leapt from the ground onto the side of a building and started to screech out into the city. loud alien like barks and calls for Anne echoed around them against the concrete as she leapt around frantically from building to car to light pole all in attempt to find her mother all while staying near weird boy.​