Fantasy Superhero Times

[Deathkitten]

Elementa​

Elementa couldn't help but find herself giggling a little at the speedy little chick. She was an absolute cutie and clearly suffered from the disease most speedsters did - quipping. She was fast, too. Her estimation of time seemed pretty accurate, which meant she was definitely among the faster speedsters. She wondered what her stats were like on the test... Her curiosity had to wait, though. They were doing a job. Axiom was redirecting the flow of traffic, though... she would have moved the cars away instead of trying to get the protesters to cooperate and move out of the way. Oh well. Hopefully, it wouldn't be too big of a deal.

She glanced at Velocity, then back to the crowd as she walked along the edge of the building, "I'm going to be having a barbeque with a bunch of heroes. It might be nice for a newbie like you to join in - get to know some people. Since you're not showing your face, I assume you're not like me with your identity. That's fine and well, makes it a little hard to eat with a mask on though..." Elementa rummaged around in her pouches for a moment before producing what looked to be a credit card. She tossed it to Velocity.

"Here," she said, a small smile donning the corner of her mouth, "Two options. Slide it through the air like you would in a card scanner, or set and state the command word. At the moment, that word is 'determination'. You can set it to whatever, though. Once it's active, it creates a shroud around your head where no one can see your face but you can see out. From the outside, it just looks like shadows. I carry around a few for heroes like you. As much as I have my face plastered all over, I know a lot of people hate that sort of publicity and just want a normal life outside work. So! Yeah. Come visit. It'll be at my place after this protest thing is over. I've got meat and veggie options planned. Soda. Alcohol. All sorts of stuff."

"Axiom," she said suddenly, hand at her ear, "To your right, watch that group. They look like they're getting agitated. Shuffling of hands in pockets is never a good thing in a situation like this."

ManofManyRoles Kameron Esters-

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Corvus

She tilted her head in curiosity, an amusing little bodily action that when combined with her mask made her seem quite similar to the bird for which she owed her name. "I'm sorry to hear that." She stood silently as the vampire handled her affairs, taking the time to reach down and grab her medical bag. Part of her was prepared to intervene when she went to swing the bat at the gentleman's face, but she had no reason to not believe her affliction after what she experienced. As she started to walk off quite dejectedly she started after her, staff gently tapping on the ground. "Allow me to accompany you for a time. If you are still cursed I have not administered a complete treatment, only remedied a symptom for a time. Besides, if you have been alone for twenty years it could be psychologically damaging to continue to be alone for extended times."

Cam E. Leon

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Natalie Brenton

"Yea, agreed. I wouldn't ask you if I didn't have to." Standing up she stretched a bit, shaking her head. "My only rule is you don't go copping feels. Besides that, treat me like garbage if you need to. Words don't bother me none, love." She watched in silence as he had his little conversation, giving a small nod and grin. "Right, right. I won't murder your tailor...until we can get away with it. I'll wait for permission. By the way, if I get a nosebleed or anything during all of this just explain it away as saying the cold is poor for my sinuses or something I guess. I'll keep Agas in check." A quiet conversation passed between spirit and host, one with scathing remarks and one with equally as scathing quips.

Arriving at the tailor's place smelt like a garbage dump, or perhaps worse. She shouldn't be surprised, given whoever had to work with Darren's family. She glanced at the two people inside before her eyes drifted to Darren as he made his way off. When he returned she looked him over, hands folded in front of her as she examined him and pondered what he had said. "Sir, you looked as dressed up as a penguin. Perhaps next time we can visit my tailor if you would desire to look a bit less like an arctic bird?" Much more reigned in than her usual brand of snark, but she was being a 'good little girl' for her partner right now so she had to reign it in a bit.

Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

I don't know, I think he said Arendal?

At the threat of 'sour creamless taco's' he gave an exaggerated gasp of horror, a hand going over where his mouth would be if not for his mask. "Noooo! No, I couldn't bear to live like that! Then I'd have to use like greek yogurt as a substitute and it's not the same! I mean sure it tastes pretty damn similar but there's the principle of the matter! Someone suggested Crème Fraîche once, but that's such a TERRIBLE idea! It's less tangy and it's got a cheesy consistency!" After his little tangent he returned to reality...or as close as Wildcard could ever return to reality. "Something other than C4 is what I told him, but he asked for ideas and I didn't have any. He called me stupid, I broke his wrist, he shot me, I stabbed him in the shoulder. Good times!"

Following after Jeremiah at his statement he may have a suggestion for his friend's needs, he let out a soft 'oooh' like he was being offered something new, exciting, and shiny. "I love the sound of an EMP grenade or two for the road!" Seeing the miniature nukes he gave a soft 'ooooh' like he was seeing fireworks on the fourth of july. "This might work! I'll let Alf know, your number is the same as always right? Can you speak Norweigein? He can speak English but like...not well?" He looked around the warehouse in silent though. "What else we got?"

LostHaven

 

[ManofManyRoles]

DOOOOOOM
At her request he released her, stepping back and arms spread wide at his sides. "Beautiful is the mind of this child! She see's our suffering, and hopes that we all do not suffer endlessly! Dark times will come, and death will take our lives! Suffering will spread like a cancer, fire will rage in the streets and blood will run into the sewers! Doom will come to our city, and peace will be but a fanciful dream to all of us!" He backed away from the crowd, continuing to rant and rave in similar fashion preaching of doom and death. It was the same message but spoke in different ways each time. And where some of the crowd left, more of the street goers got enraptured in his speech.

Deathkitten​

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Melita Demas
Melita stood in place as she watched Oriax leave the room, attention shifting to Dantalion as she got dressed and changed. Once that was done she followed out into the living room, voice cool as always. "You'll forgive me if I request we walk and talk. As important as comforting him is for you, this is best to not leave waiting." Reaching out to grab Dantalions arm she started out of the commandeered apartment, pausing only for a moment before slowly proceeding after the trail she was given as a lead. "I will proceed as slowly as I can spare on your behalf, Dantalion."

Deathkitten LostHaven ​

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Velocity

Standing, or perhaps more accurately bouncing, at the edge of the building she kept an eye on the protestors down below. At the mention of a barbeque, she was silent, though on the inside she was squee'ing like a schoolgirl being asked to prom. Though she wasn't sure what that sounded like to be exactly honest as she had never gone to her prom. "Uh yea, I like to keep my identity to myself. It's just how I prefer things." She quickly lashed out at the air to grab the 'credit card' examining it. She was going to go to a bbq with Elementa! Holy shit that was fantastic! "That sounds awesome, I-" Wait...error, dammit! "....I can't come. I have a prior engagement I have to oblige." By prior engagement, she meant she had to study notes and do some last-minute homework. At the mention of the concerning members in the crowd she turned her attention to them, stopping her bouncing and adjusting her stance. If something was going to go wrong, her reaction time would be super handy in a moment like that.

Deathkitten Kameron Esters-

 

[LostHaven]

Oriax

Apartment | "It would be kind of funny to watch birdface shoot his kid though... I mean that shit happens in manga all the time."​

It didn't take as long as Oriax had anticipated for Dantalion to get dressed for the occasion. Strange. Oriax had thought that it took about an eternity and a half for women to get dressed - or maybe everything he'd heard this far were nothing more than baseless rumors... Actually, on second thought, they most likely weren't. Dantalion had always been an odd one anyways. The daughter of a complete nutjob was bound to have a screw or two loose as well, after all.

"So then, Reaper, where to?" Oriax asked, turning to Melita as they exited. "If you have an exact location or something, I can probably get us there in a lot shorter time than on foot, given the prerequisite that you're fine with being uncomfortably close to me - shadowstepping technically shouldn't be performed with three or even two passengers. By the way, don't expect me to cross an ocean or something, I can't do that far." Contrary to Dantalion and (maybe?) Melita, Oriax was not looking forward to coming face-to-face with Archdemon Raum whatsoever. Sure, bullshit like happy family reunions were not inherently wrong, but he'd eventually have to explain how in nine circles Raum's daughter died, and how in Lucifer's name she came back to life. Hopefully, the reaper would explain the latter. Otherwise, absolute worst-case scenario, Raum sent his own daughter back to the afterlife himself. He despised undead. Oriax recalled him explaining that Necromancy was an insult to the passed, absolutely shameful and blasphemous, et cetera et cetera. As far as Oriax could tell though, the resurrected demon was far from undead. "Surely, he isn't that much of an idiot, right?" Oriax mumbled to himself.

Surely not...

In any case, all would be revealed once they've located the former Lord of Lies. "By the way, this is when you tell us the birdface is on the other side of Earth, right?"
ManofManyRoles Deathkitten

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Shard glared at Azroch. One not of anger or disgust. But simply distaste and inconvenience. He snapped his fingers as epherial and jezzabelle struggled to carry out The seiva cakes one by one. A 3 foot wide 2 foot tall black forest cake using only ingredients shard himself grows in her. Topped with gold leaf and cherries coated in gold leaf. They were truly marvels. He had called them seiva cakes for a nice reason. But he would never tell the true reason. "Azroch. I will say this once. This is a Lucrum family matter. The last thing. We need right now. Is a senile demon. Whos only purpose in life is to get his rocks off by doing making people hate him. We are handling this. And I will not hesitate to take down this bakery. And this entire city with it. If it means I can I can take my knife and carve into your face a permanent frown so I may never have to look upon the devil forsaken excuse you call a smirk. A demon lord you may be. But that is only second to your true identity of a worthless stain who only enjoys making life difficult for those actually doing something." As his Tyrade of poisoned coating words assaulted. Azroch could see in shards eyes. Right now. They were completely dead. No light had the permission to grace them as they were devoid of all life or emotion. He was serious. He would do his all to get Azroch to leave. He was busy. Ans the only thing this stain of a demon lord was doing was getting in his way. Perhaps now would be the best time for someone to splash some ice water on Shards growing temper.

Seeing this play out Ruru quickly scedaddled into the back looking for one of the few people she knew could solve this. "Seiva! Mom! Grandma! One of you please go out there and stop Shard and the demonlord out there from destroying La!" She quickly said as she pulled the oldest trick in the book. Tatttling to someones boss. Or worse.... Their wife. Or even worse.... Their mother.

ManofManyRoles Deathkitten

 

[Cam E. Leon]

Thyris smiled some as she gently left the embrace of Sato. "a cruise ship? hmph. Very well! I suppose I am a guardian after all." she said with a smile as sophia appeared in the book. "I have located the cruise ship. Preparing travel." she said without giving James or thyris a chance to prepare. All three appeared on the deck of the ship off to a corner near a bar. Thyris smiling reaching over a counter to grab a bottle of wine. "ooh! this one is nice. Sophia. Save this for me will ya. Ill get right to work james. For now, Your on a cruise. Why not show some skin and relax with sophia~" she chimed. Before running and jumping straight off the side of the ship. doing a triple backspin before posing mid air leaning back into a dive straight into the water. Sophia clapping as she watched. Thyris smiled her toothy grin as her eyes glew a bright yellow. Zooming through the water as fast as a marlin. diving ever deeper "Been a while since ive been in this form. But honestly. Sucha gigantic ship. made out of metal too? Humans.... you never cease to amaze. If only you could put forward as much effort keeping the ocean healthy as you do making vessels to explore it. I was hoping to tower over this ship. Hmm. maybe if i create a water spiral i could.... James might yell if i cause too much damage. I'll just have to do my best " she smiled as her body began to glow golden.

Sophia was looking at some swimsuits on the top deck shop. tilting her head quizzically. "I have not understood the concept of Humans making clothes that are defined as revealing. To crate clothes. whos goals are to cover as little as possible while maintaning coverage of only select parts. And yet. for some reason. The covering of the parts makes it that much alluring? it does not make sense to me...... Master? If i was to acquire one of these. What is your preferred option? As we are in California. Which has 840 miles of coastline. I believe it will be beneficial in the future?" she asked. Completely ignoring the fact this ship was currently hostage .As Sophia and james were talking. A Giant shadow appeared beneath the ship. Nearly one third the size of the ship itself.

ManofManyRoles Deathkitten

 

[Deathkitten]

Kite​

It was soooo hard not to start bouncing with excitement. It was good she had a mask on because her poker face was nonexistent right now. She was grinning ear to ear. This job sounded like so much fun, practically a playground. And when Jewel shrugged to his comments about being a larger target - unphased - and walked off, saying she was gonna go watch some TV, Kite turned to her father.

"I'll make sure to follow your lead! I'm beyond excited but I'll try my best to contain it. Promise. What first?" she asked, looking around at the massive assortment of houses that vaguely coalesced into a single home through a maze of hallways. It made her feel tiny. Even from here, she could see the sporadic bustle of heroes getting ready for the day through the windows.

(( ManofManyRoles Sorry super small post. Tactician is kinda leading so there was little I could do.))

 

[Deathkitten]

Seiva​

Seiva groaned as though the effort of getting up and heading out to Shard was so much to ask of her. She was comfy, and she didn’t want to deal with the asshole that was Azroch. Oh well, though. Once Ruru made it her problem, she had no choice. She turned to Zuzu and Chrysalia and Diadem, waving them off, “I’ll handle it. Don’t worry about a thing. He’s a pain in the ass but he’s not stupid.” The way she said it, it was hard to tell whether she was talking about Azroch or Shard or both.

She let out a shrill whistle with her fingers, “Shardaken. Down boy. All you’re doing is amusing him. He cares not for your words.” Seiva passed by him and out to Azroch, playing with a knife between her fingers she got from who knows where.

“So sexy face, why are you out here bothering my subordinate? If you wanted to get ahold of me you could have just left me a message, you know. That said, I don’t mind a visit. Come to finally take me up on that offer of a good night? I’d even throw in a dinner if you wanted. Make it look all proper.”

ManofManyRoles Cam E. Leon

 

[Deathkitten]

Dantalion​

Dantalion thought as they walked, arm in Oriax’s and somewhat leaning on him for support, that she’d probably start crying when she saw her father again. How long had it been since she saw his face with her own eyes? As cruel as he could be to others, he was perfect in her mind. She’d do just about anything for her dad.

She looked up at Oriax, then back down to the thin thread she held in her hand, “He’s close. Honestly if he was far off I probably would have failed. No... I’d say he’s in the region. A bond this thin and barely there... I’m not skilled enough to pull at it from far away. My mother would likely be able to, but I haven’t gotten to train with her. Maybe one day. Reaper perhaps if your tome could take the form of a car that would speed things up? I’d not even have to focus on walking. Either that, or perhaps we could do short jumps in the correct direction via you, Oriax? I’d lose it during the jump, but then I could focus on it again once stationary... and rinse repeat.”

“We shan’t have to explain my circumstance to him. He will understand, Oriax. He always knows. You know that. He would take one look at me and know what has happened. Even what little I do know of blocking an ability like his or my own, I would not do so to him. I would share everything with him anyway, especially if there were things I did not know - as in this case.”

ManofManyRoles LostHaven

 

[Deathkitten]

Elementa​

Elementa laughed, smiling sweetly at the girl, “I mean if you really can’t that’s fine, but it’s a little party of heroes, sweetheart. If you come for a bit and suddenly have to leave, no one’s gonna think twice or be offended. It’s good to have a bit of chill between work and school and whatnot. And if you’re busy immediately after this protest, then you can come over after your prior engagement is done with instead. Like I said though, if you can’t, no big deal. You can keep the card for another time. Think of it as a welcome present for being an up and coming hero.”

Her eyes were on the crowd all the while, watching that one group of people with particular focus. It was still early, and she was kind of surprised such fanatics would miss church for this. Maybe it was to make a point about it? Who knew. Damned crazies. She watched as a glint of silver flashed in the early light of the day, obscured by distance and the gentle rain that fell.

One of the idiots had a knife. They hadn’t done anything yet, but by the looks of it they were thumbing that thing with the nervous intention of a perp. She tapped Velocity’s arm and nodded in the direction of the man, “Near the back next to Axiom. Brown jacket. Silver in his pocket. If you can move fast enough not to be seen, double check that it’s a knife. If not, no problem. We can let Axiom handle it for now since he already knows to watch that group, but if it gets out of hand you should snatch the knife away. Axiom has armor, but if they go for someone else it could get messy. We, of course, would like to avoid that. That said, let’s not cause undue panic either. That’d be messy too.”

“Possible threat on your left,” she muttered into her comms to Axiom, “Don’t cause a scene, just be aware.”

ManofManyRoles Kameron Esters-

 

[Daniel Reaving]

Charlie
Location: LA
Interaction: ManofManyRoles

Charlie has been enjoying her apprentice ship so far. Being given the day to go do small time missions she made her way through the city. Using her line arrow to traverse above the streets. She planned to respond to a call of a pack of animals. Naturally she had always been good with animals so she figured why not see how she did with this. It was strange though to hear of a pack of dogs roaming the streets but then again she was 10feet tall and given a bow by a god of animals and nature so she couldn’t really complain. Moving from street to street Charlie searches diligently to find this supposed pack of stray dogs that have been around.​

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Azroch

The archdemon tilted his head a bit as he listened to Shard, eyes on his. He had considered smashing one of his prized cakes in front of him, but there wasn't enough joy in his eyes to even make it worth the effort when he could actually eat. "Shardaken, your bark is as weak as your bite, perhaps less so." Pulling out his wallet he offered his debit card, an unamused expression on his face. "You know for someone who caused one of my favorite wars, you really have become less interesting as time wore on. Tear down your bakery. Tear down the city for all I care. I'll enjoy every moment of it. It would take a worthless stain to know it's own ilk, wouldn't you agree? Cast out of your fathers domain, your only strength comes from wounding yourself. Remind me, didn't you kill your mother in childbirth? Can't even be born properly."

Attention jumped to Seiva as she arrived on the scene, an annoyed noise escaping him. "Don't refer to me as if I'm your new plaything Seiva, you know how it aggravates me. I'm bothering your subordinate because I took an interest in the fact two very old souls of powerful demons just so happened to be resurrected. That's not a parlor trick, and I took interest in the fact it was accomplished. He was just suggesting he'd tear down the city if I kept bothering him. Give me five minutes, I'd like to see it happen. That Alliance or what have you a few years ago didn't quite do the job now did they?"

Cam E. Leon Deathkitten

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Melita Demas
She cast a glance towards the both of them at the question about manifesting a car, giving a calm nod. "If it expedites our endeavours, I will accommodate this." Out of absolutely nowhere a Mercury Montclair manifested with a considerate backseat, an unheard-of quirk for the car design. "Inside, if you will." Walking towards the car she slid into the drivers seat, hands on the wheel if for nothing else than show. "Your fathers ability for knowledge will be useful, Dantallion. And if he does happen to kill Oriax, I will be there to collect him so his spirit doesn't wander." It was a dark joke that to Melita, was just a statement of fact. If Oriax died, she'd do her duty and continue on. Simple as that.

Deathkitten LostHaven
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[ManofManyRoles]

A whole LOT of dogs

The report had said there was a pack of dogs running around L.A. Unfortunately, said report failed to state how many were in that pack. Charlie would have almost no difficulty in finding the canines, at least thirty-five of them taking a leisurely slow run through the city streets towards a nearby park. The strays consisted of mostly large breeds, but there were a few smaller breeds that had gotten intermingled with them. Due to the fact there were so many dogs, traffic was to an even greater halt than usual, and the civilians on the sidewalk were pushed further towards the buildings to avoid the animals.

Daniel Reaving

 

[ManofManyRoles]

Velocity

"She paused as she considered it for a moment, her mind running thousands of miles a minute. "I'd love too but I can't. I appreciate the offer though but I really shouldn't." Studying, homework, daily check in with her family, help Addison with her theory, go to the store for a new skirt...so much running around to do. The rain drummed on her 'exoskeleton' in a simple and steady rhythm. Attention snapped towards the point of interest Elementa pointed out. The movement was so fast that it appeared as if her head had simply changed direction without movement.

"Yea, on it. I'm the fastest girl around, won't even notice I'm gone." True to what she said she moved quickly, rushing down to investigate the scene and then coming back to Elemanta's side...the opposite side. For anyone on the 'outside' it'd look like she had teleported to the other side of Elementa. "Alright, done." The only indication she had moved was a decent gust of wind. But given the fact it often blew a gust of wind when it rained in L.A, no one would be the wiser. "It's a knife. If something gets out of hand I'll be right back with it before someone gets hurt. Keep me posted on anything else you need me to check in on."
Kameron Esters- Deathkitten

 

[Stricken Steel]

Project Nexus
Deep under the Sewage systems in L.A. was a Secret abandoned Lab exposed to the Stinkness of the Murky Water and small Rodents and Bugs. Old once Clean but now Yellow dull and broken fluorescent lights had switched on due to a rat triggering the generator. Many old Screens and Computer-systems rebooted and came online as well but all had a message that read similarly on it, 'Sattelite Offline. Please report this to the Technician ASAP.' An old Preservation-pod, About 20 Years of age, Had begun to creak loudly and opened slowly.
What...I meant Who was Inside, Was the most important. The Visor of the Humanoid-Mech had lit up with Information and soon went out, And alas...I was awoken.
I sat up quickly half-expecting a Theif to try and Hack me or Scavenge me but to no avail. "Nexus suit Online. Sattelite Data: Lost. Date: Unknown. Wearer ID: Markus Nexus." The Suits AI said as I crawled weakly out of the Pod. My metallic fingers had touched the cold hard dusty floor...I could feel things. I was still alive...Thanks to those Scientists. Want to know how I got this way? Let's see...I...I mean my Head and Spinal cord had survived an IED in Afghanistan and these Scientists had saved me and gave me this suit. This is my new body, And I must rise back up from the Battlefields of Death.
I soon found myself near a Bright Orange but rusty ladder near a manhole cover. Water poured down from the cover meaning it was raining on the surface. I attached my M4 Carbine onto my back and I climbed up the ladder and pushed the Manhole cover away. I peeked out absorbing my new-found surroundings as Cars and other vehicles had barely missed my head. I slowly climbed out of the Manhole and quickly ran to the sidewalk as I opened my visor. "Water..." I whispered as it soaked my hair and face. The Rain was nice and Cool like it should always be. I stuck out my dry tongue letting the water ooze down my tongue and swallowed, As I was very dehydrated. I grabbed my Dog-Tags and I stared at them as I sat on a bench as it was still raining. The rain made soft pitter-pattering noises as each and every droplet hit my closed Visor.

 

[LostHaven]

Jeremiah Lloyd

War Hawker, Underground Warehouse | "Sorry, it's because melee weapons aren't really high in demand."​

Jeremiah completely ignored Wildcard's tangent on the topic of tacos, only nodding occasionally to pretend he was listening. For some reason, Wildcard's reply seemed to make Jeremiah believe that he wasn't lying when he said he had an 'acquaintance' that wanted to make Norway go up in flames. Wasn't his problem, though. If anything, Jeremiah was rather interested in watching how it all panned out. "Yes, of course, I haven't had the need to change numbers yet. Law enforcement is doing a rather poor job, considering the amount of illegal weaponry I've managed to smuggle thus far. Tell your friend I'm willing to sell him every charge I have for around two-hundred grand."

Jeremiah walked back towards Wildcard, and placed two EMP grenades in his hands, taking note of his crude drawing on the tablet as he was at it. If nothing, Jeremiah admitted that the drawing was somewhat amusing, but if Wildcard were to actually ask for the barely intelligible weapons depicted in his horrid doodle, Jeremiah wouldn't have an issue either. He was a salesman, and a salesman that understood what madmen wanted well enough. "I have almost everything your imagination could conjure - do you have something else specific in mind, or perhaps something that you feel like today? Poison gas? Napalm? Magic cursed dolls? I did remember that you wanted a particle-blade bayonet? Perhaps I'll bring those to you next. This way."

Gesturing to Wildcard, Jeremiah lead the mercenary to the far end of the warehouse, where all the bladed weapons. The far end was noticeably messier than near the front, with objects sitting on wooden crates all over the place, and oddities laying over the floor - most of them were 'magic' items, like catalysts and grimoires. Needless to say, they fell pretty far out of Jeremiah's field of expertise. Mounted on a stand on the wall was also the annoying, 'cursed' sword he had acquired the day before. Rummaging through piles of junk, Jeremiah cameout with a small, measly metal attachment. "This one's the only one in a remotely presentable condition, and it's quite old, no idea if it works or not. If it doesn't, I'll get one made as soon as possible and have it delivered."

With a small push of a button, an azure blade extended from the metal attachment, flickering for a moment before the energy blade died pathetically. "Hmm. That's a shame. Not many people are in need of melee weapons, so I don't tend to have them in-store very often, I'll get one ordered then."

As he tossed the broken 'lightsaber bayonet' aside, a loud snickering could be heard coming from the cosplay-sword hanging on the wall. "Pffft. You call that a blade? Fucking idiot."

The sword's comment earned an eye-roll from the merchant. "As you can see, that's also new - bought it off a demon for one-hundred and seventy dollars and a packet of spearmint chewing gum. I thought it was a joke, but it might be genuine. It talks, and has quite the obnoxious voice, after all."

"Show some fucking respect to your elders, ant."

"Hush now, swords don't talk." Damn, the thing really annoyed Jeremiah. He massaged his temples momentarily before a brilliant idea suddenly crossed Jeremiah's mind. "Say, would you like to purchase that thing? It's obnoxious, but I can more-or-less guarantee its usefulness... maybe."

"USEFULNESS? I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW, I AM ZAEL'TEPH, ARCHDEMON OF-"

"Eleven dollars. You get a fancy magic sword out of an RPG, and I get tonight's dinner solved, plus I'll be rid of a pain in the neck. How does that sound?"

ManofManyRoles

 

[LostHaven]

Oriax

Magic Grimoire Car...? | "Oh please death would be a fucking mercy." ​

"He's close...?" Somehow, the thought of the damned crow being horrifically close annoyed Oriax. One happy coincidence? Oriax thought now. Chances were that all three of them had played into one enormous, elaborate scheme they didn't. The idea of shadowstepping was also suddenly less appealing, after Dantalion revealed that they would have to rinse and repeat the process of extracting threads of mana from the contract every time he performed the trick. Undoubtedly, the little girl wouldn't be capable of handling the toll. Thankfully, the Reaper had another solution, by... conjuring forth a vehicle like some sort of familiar...

At this point, Oriax wasn't surprised at all. He simply began to accept any and everything as they came. He just pulled open the back door, and ushered Dantalion in before getting into the back himself, leaving the front seat beside Melita unoccupied. Though the Reaper hadn't done much at all to Oriax, he didn't like her very much, and even less so after her dark, and absolutely terrible joke. "Please, Reaper, I'd welcome death. He hath great despite unto dignities," Oriax retorted before reciting a line from the Lesser Key of Solomon. "Dying would be the least of my concerns... whatever, I'll live. Nothing can get worse than hunting seven Permafrost Serpents with nothing but a flimsy net and a rusty spear." Sighing, Oriax kicked his legs up, resting atop the head-rest of the driver's seat. "Besides, if I die, I'm going to haunt the motherfucker for all eternity. By the way, are we there yet?"

ManofManyRoles Deathkitten

 

[Deathkitten]

Darren​

He let out a soft huff of amusement, shrugging, "Your tailor would make me look ridiculous. Penguin it is, then. I'm not pleased, though, Mr. Lenik. I feel like I smell like I stepped out of an old closet. You could have done far better keeping these looking and smelling fresh. I'll save you the embarrassment of telling my father... for now." Darren sighed, fitting the role disturbingly well. As much of a puppy as he seemed, he was no stranger to this seedy underworld. "I'll have them send you a little money later. Expect less than usual." The man had no argument to this, of course. He wouldn't dare. But, he was still displeased as one would expect.

Darren hated this. Internally, he was broiling like a sea in a storm. He hated that it felt right, being in that station, acting like that. It made him feel powerful. He hated that he felt like this. He didn't want anything to do with this side of his family anymore. He wasn't a villain. Even at his worst, he was nothing more than a small-time criminal! This shouldn't make him feel so good!

Like a child, he wanted to hold Natalie's hand, to lean on her for support. She was so stalwart and steadfast to her morals. She, and Agas for that matter, would never even think of doing anything bad, let alone feel good for being an... asshole.... okay maybe Agas would enjoy being an asshole. She'd definitely enjoy being an asshole at any opportunity. Ugh. This was different, though! He... he didn't want to end up like them.

"We can head to the meeting place if you're ready," he muttered, glancing around, "I hope I don't actually look bad. I quite like how this looks on me... Even if it is reminiscent of some less savory times, I feel like I look so professional and stuff in something like this. Anyway, we can handle Mr. Lenik later. He's always here, so there's little to worry about in terms of that. Unfortunately, he's got a shipment coming in - I could tell while I was in the back. That means he'll have a girl or two held back there while he toys with them. Torture, most likely. Mayhaps after we meet with the OA, you can get them out of that poor situation. At the moment, it's not like we can blow this, but afterward... I have no plans. Just please save my suits from the building before you level it, yeah?"

Without warning, he connected to Natalie. It wasn't like he knew what he was doing, but he wanted comfort, and his fledgling powers sought that through her. So without warning, that warm blanket would surround her again, and she'd be able to see Darren's rather unnoteworthy soul once again. Even without being SoulFlare, she had her own little hint of power through him. He, oblivious as per usual, didn't even notice. He was just beside her with his typical little frown and furrowed brow, looking concerned as always.

ManofManyRoles

 

[Deathkitten]

Seiva​

Seiva grinned and ran her fingers through the archdemon's hair, "Aww come on. You're no fun. Sweetie, his mother is just a fragile little piece of glass. You know that. She's brilliant at other things, and more than makes up for her weaknesses. I'm so happy she's back, as with Zuzulian. Watching Shardaken suddenly get the light back in his eyes has been so pleasant~" She sighed softly, "No one is going to be destroying anything while I'm here. I'm enjoying watching the show, and you'll not ruin that for me." She pulled away, tossing the knife loosely to Azroch, "The Occard people are a formidable enemy for the people of this region. Their mysteriousness really makes things more difficult. It was them that brought back the two women that should have been nigh-impossible to revive. We don't yet know for what reasons, but one reason we do know is for energy. A strange approach, for sure."

She moved to his back, looping his arms around his shoulders and leaning forward in a lazy hug, head on top of his, "If you want we could go have some fun of our own? Non-sexual, this time. The others would probably slow us down, but the two of us causing a little destruction... it might be fun. There are even tunnels, so we know generally where to go. It might be fun to fight them... maybe they'd even be a little bit of a challenge? We could catch one or two for you to play with and see how they tick!"

ManofManyRoles Cam E. Leon

 

[LostHaven]

Ashimar the Sorrowmaker

Catacombs | "Ahahahahahaha... squirm for me, struggle more~!"​

"Hehehehe... hahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA!" His crazed laughter echoed, reverberating across the walls wrought of bones. A hooded figure stumbled across the morbid halls, limping and practically crawling. At the rate it was 'fleeing', they were barely at the pace of a jog. They were missing an arm, and their right leg was mangled and twisted beyond recognition... It was nothing short of a miracle that the hunter was yet to catch up. Slow, methodical footsteps rang ever louder behind them, each tap intentionally made as slow and loud as possible, accompanied by the wrenching scraping of chains against the ground. It wasn't that Ashimar was so slow that he was unable to match the pace of a grievously injured prey. Rather, he was taking his time stalking his poor victim solely for the spectacle, for the sheer fun of it. He did so love the sight of his prey squirming and writhing from his grasp in desperation.

The maimed reaper made a turn to face a dead end. Normally, a wall of bones was nowhere near an obstruction, but he had neither the strength left to force through nor the hope of escape. The dragging of chains grew even louder, and the footsteps became clear as crystal. The reaper turned, to meet the abomination behind him in the eye. "Going somewhere...?" Ashimar cackled as he took another step closer, then another, and another, each footstep slow and drawn, an impossibly wide, grotesque grin twisted across his skull-like face. When the monster was only inches away from his prey, the skulls that comprised the walls started rattling, their jaws shuddering as a horrid, shrieking laugh echoed out from each one of them. Then, the walls shifted, morphing util the entire labyrinth of bones had taken on an entirely new geography... with a wall between Ashimar and the unnamed reaper.

For a moment, the world fell silent. The footsteps ceased, as did the clanging of those dreadful chains.

But only for a fleeting moment. In another instant, a sickle burst through the wall, shattered fragments of bones scattering all across the floor. It whizzed past the Reaper's head, before Ashimar tugged hard at the chain, which flew backward, digging deep into the abdomen of his precious prey, dragging the unfortunate victim back with it. "I've had my fun," the monster cackled as he grabbed his victim by the neck and lifted him up to face level, his empty sockets stared into his victim's eyes. "Tsk tsk tsk," Ashimar clicked his 'tongue' slowly, shaking his head as he did so. "You were more disappointing than I had anticipated," he said with disappointment. "I've decided. You're not even worth devouring. Do send Lady Death my best regards, though." Ashimar tossed the mortally maimed reaper to the ground, before kneeling down in front of him and lurched his arm outward, digging right into the reaper's chest, and slowly began to pull. As he retracted his hand, rays of a soft, azure light peaked from the cavity in the reaper's chest, revealing a mote of gentle glue light which Ashimar had torn from the vessel - the victim's soul. "As promised, you may return to your master," Ashimar said with sadistic glee, before he clenched his fist closed, crushing it in his palm.

The orb burst into tiny wisps, into dozens of shattered fragments. They desperately danced in the air as they fell, struggling to repair itself and escape to safety. The sight of their pathetic struggle brought another horrid smile to Ashimar's face. He could've easily snuffed the miserable thing's existence there and then, but he ultimately decided to allow it to retreat to safety. It had been rendered beyond repair - even if shoved into another vessel, it would never be whole again, its soul would bleed for all eternity. "Hehehehehe... how pitiful," Ashimar chuckled maliciously to himself. "Now, this is also annoying." One problem solved, but there was a second since long ago - an irritating pull, tugging at his side, beckoning. He had immediately figured out the source of the annoyance. Somebody was summoning him. Or, rather, more likely unintentionally beckoning to him.

Nevertheless, Ashimar gleefully answered...

Apartment Block | "AahahahaHAHAHAHA, thus like the shadows, I arrive! Hide your children, shelter your elderly, lest the monster takes them all!"​

"Bullshit, this'll never work, lol."

"This is totes gonna work, I swear."

"It better, I bet money on it working."

Three girls, all teenagers, sat around a darkened room lit only by candlelight, surrounding an ominous circle drawn into the floor with red paint. One of them was holding a Demology grimoire, whilst the other two watched with bated breath. The sleepover had gotten really boring, thus the trio had decided to 'summon' a demon. Unfortunately, one of them had failed to drag themselves out of bed at 3am, and thus, there they were, trying their best to summon forth a demon in broad daylight, using a cheap demonology grimoire they bought from a second-hand book shop.

It'd been about three minutes since the 'ritual' was supposed to take place, and yet there was still no reaction from the summoning circle. At this point, the girls were close to given up. "See? It's ain't worki-" One of them had begun to voice their disappointment (and partial relief) when, without warning, a sickle flew outwards from the summoning circle, and before anyone could register what had occurred, the girl to talk had slumped over...

Actually, it was more accurate to say that she had been bisected cleanly, horizontally across the middle. Her upper torso dropped to the ground, followed by the sudden spurt of blood and organs that spilled onto the floor. Them, from the circle, a gauntleted hand extended out, before pressing against the ground, fingers digging into the floorboard as the entity pushed itself out from the ground, revealing itself in its terrifying entirety. The entire room was lit a spectral green by the ominous flames that irradiated from the skeletal creature's body. "You beckoned...?" Ashimar asked, grinning widely.

Suddenly, a shriek before one of the survivors bolted for it, stumbling out the door and sprinted for the exit. "Leaving already?" Ashimar called out behind her, slowly following suit. The last girl cowered in absolute terror as the creature passed her, and chased after her friend. There was another shrill shriek, followed by the snapping sounds of bone and horrid tearing of flesh. Then, the creaking of hinges as the front door opened, and then shut behind the creature as it presumably exited the apartment.

At this point, the last girl was in quite a panic, and in her infinitely wise judgement, committed one of the worst mistakes to ever grace horror films: she hid in the closet. Hands shaking violently, she retrieved her phone and began to dial for help. "I-I-I-I w-we summoned a d-demon... I didn't t-think i-it was going to work b-but it d-did and he killed almost a-all of us..." She held her hands up against her mouth as she sobbed and attempted to explain the situation, still in terror. Then, the front door opened again, and the horrible scraping of chains returned. The girl held a hand up against the mouth, and another against her phone to block out the receiver. The creature was now pacing up and down the living room, judging by the footsteps that were alternating between getting louder and softer.

That was it. She needed to run for it. The window was just on the other side of her room, and even if it was the third floor, it was far better than dying to that creature. Thus, when the footsteps reached their softest, she burst through the closet and made a dash toward the window only to feel something tug at her ankle, causing her to fall flat on the ground. When she looked back, her blood turned cold as she froze in horror. Her friend, the one that was sliced in half... she was grabbing at her legs. That's not right. That's not right at all. She should be dead. Nobody survived being sliced in half. Her skin was already deathly pale, and one eye was rolled to the back of her head. She was covered in blood as well... She tried to scream, but no sound came out.

"Don'T LeAVe ME!" The animated corpse screamed.

The last thing the receiver would have heard was the door to the bedroom slamming open, followed by shrilling screams of horror and a burst of sadistic laughter.