Fantasy The Bad Guys (Old)

[StrixDesmodus]

Dr. Sullivan: I moved her away from the wall and pressed gauze on the back of her head.

 

[Veltsu VI]

Fayette Solo
StrixDesmodus

Fayette's magic calmed down little bit and she let out whisper.
"Big sis..."
Gauze that was pressed to her head turned little bit red from bleeding.
Hanah was still sleeping, she hasn't never slept at real bed before.​

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Dr. Sullivan: I got more gauze and put it over the gauze that was already soaked through, taking it as a good sign that she was talking. Can you hear me?

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

(Aaaeeeh... Good ol' lack of notifications. Did I miss anything?)

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Archie Bailey​

Archie let out a yawn, as if he were uninterested in the encounter, before heel turning towards his closet to retrieve his trench coat. He wouldn't be going anywhere without it, especially considering the fact that the inside was packed with an experimental protective padding as a substitute for the traditional armored vest. Its purpose was to keep him alive during firefights and close quarters combat and so far it had done its job... On test dummy's, anyways. Slipping the trench coat on over his regular clothing, not feeling like slipping out of it for anything else, the boy removed the duffel bag from earlier and unzipped it, revealing all of his things. He stepped aside to show the others and let them take their pick. "My way of saying thank you for including me on this venture, and for getting in your good graces. Don't get greedy, but you can keep what you take." There was more than enough for everyone, it seemed, and even then it could only be assumed he had more elsewhere. He removed his own gear -a pair of trench knives, throwing knives, smoke pellets, and a single shock blade- before zipping it back up and throwing it underneath the bed. "This is a good chunk of money. I hope you are all prepared to stab each other in the back for it because I will." He smiled lightly, although his eyes remained void of the spark of emotion that would have made it at least appear genuine, and removed his precious mask from its casing. The boy slipped it on, the fit tight and snug but not uncomfortable. He stroked the side once more, causing the entirety of the mask to light up with an ethereal glow. It almost appeared to be magical in a sense, but it exuded no such presence that any attuned to said forces in the room could feel. On the inside of the mask, in each lens, a video game-esque display appeared, running through strings of data and studying the forms of all those that were focused upon to create more. This was a technological marvel. Night vision, thermal, sonar, radar, wall-penetrating image tracking, communications, and more all rolled up into a tight mask that looked like it was porcelain... Even if half the systems were broken, useless, trivial, or only implemented for 'play testing', it was still a great invention in its own right.

And Archie had only had time to practice using any of it for three days before he came here. He didn't even know how to turn communications off mute.

Oh well, he'd learn as he'd go. Adjusting the fit of his gloves for a moment, Archie turned to Travis and gave a slow nod as if to say he was ready. "Let's go make some money and smoke... 'herb'."

(Sorry for not posting, I apparently missed a post and missed an entire page worth of content.)

Sprios
StrixDesmodus

There's this, if you haven't read it.

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

(Just re-read it. Thank you.)

No one outside of his dorm would want to pair up with the wolfish demigod, would they? Would this mean Dei-Loki was alone on the money hunt? He'd hoped not. Though he'd be fine on his own, in a group he'd been far more likely to find what the hunt had been for. Kind of like a wolf pack, as his family would think.

No harm in asking his dorm members. At least, that's what Dei-Loki thought. Even if he'd, dare I say, gotten off on the wrong foot with Travis, Dei-Loki's skills with shadows, stealth and senses were helpful to the cause. And thus, that brought him to the action of approaching the group of three. His brow lifting in the process.

"I could also be of assistance." The short wolf eared and tailed, Irish-sounding male would comment. His gaze drifting down to the bag of weapons before back up to his dorm members.

AvidElmV2 , Sprios , StrixDesmodus

 

[Veltsu VI]

Briana Skullbash
Ghost Toast StrixDesmodus

Briana had arrived little bit after Matthew, as she had stayed behind to beat down people that annoyed her Master. When she arrived to school there was dried blood at her clothes and fists, but she didn't seem to caring about it. Three students stopped her front of dorms, she looked up to guys that stopped her, she was just 4 feet and 7 inches long.
"Where you thinking to go little girl?"
Briana pointed to dorms.
"What if we don't let you?"
"Then i move you."
"Ooh, little girl talks. Do try, if you can't we are going to..."
Briana didn't let him end his sentence, she grabbed from his waist, lifted him over her head and throw him away, second boy tried to punch her but she caught fist with her hand and gived own punch to his stomach, third runned away after seeing that she was stronger than she looked. Briana didn't care running boy and continued walking towards rooms where she had been put.

As she get to door of their room she opened it, powder at doorknob didn't matter to her, she had been Matthew's over 4 years, maybe even more she just didn't remember anything from before chemicals modified her. She looked around room, it seemed that there was at least one other person than her Master who lived here already. After dropping her bag to bed she taked money, that she had looted from bodies of her victims before arriving in school, from her pocket and put them on Matthew's desk. Then she started standing behind closed door waiting for her Master or new slave. ​

 

[Ghost Toast]

Matthew smiled at her as he came back in and said "Ah, my loyal slave! Briana, how much cash in total did you bring as tribute for me?"
Veltsu VI StrixDesmodus

 

[Sprios]

ooc//shows up 15 minutes late with starbucks

Spencer!
Eventually Francis meandered back into their dorm, though it was later than Spencer would have expected, and his face seemed to have lost its happier glow from earlier. That wasn't Spencer's business, though, nor her problem. She elected to ignore his sullen face and toss the briefcase his way. It didn't weigh a whole lot, since it was totally empty, but the outside was crafted in great detail. The mock-up would elate whoever managed to find it, so its creator believed. And she couldn't wait to see the look on whomever's face when they banged it open and failed to find a thing.

And since Spencer's focus was fairly nonexistent, and without yapping about something or other she grew rapidly bored,in the time Francis was absent and off doing... Francis stuff, Spencer had begun to turn her pencils into glow sticks.

A shaft of orange light flooded in through the dorm's far window, beaming a rectangle into the floor and furniture. It bathed Spencer's toes as they wiggled and kicked upon the bed. "Hood! You're back, nice. Sun's going down so we gotta get this shit outside. Get your shit ready, bro."

Travis!
"Cool, I'm rooming with Jim Carrey from The Mask," Travis deadpanned, watching as Archie's eyeholes illuminated purple once more with a quirked brow. The teen slid to one of the drawers and dragged a red hoodie from inside, tossing it over himself and shifting his arms inside as Archie spoke of the contents of his duffle bag and Dei-Loki requested to join their band of freaks. Travis cracked a sly smile. "D'oh ho ho, you've brought house warming gifts I see! "

"And the only assistance I want from you is for your face to be my personal punching bag." He paused, narrowed eyes locked on the boy for a moment in cold calculation. Finally, he blinked and turned away with a shrug, moving to the significantly more interesting Archie and his bag to explore its contents. "Come if you want. I don't mind seeing someone else kick the shit out of you for money, I guess."

He eyed all of Archie's shiny trinkets, gently foraging through. Didn't quite look like anything to Travis' taste, but there was one curious thing. Towards the bottom was a small, bronze colored revolver. It looked sort of antique-y. He drew it out, inspecting the cylinder. It was such a small gun, it barely fit in Travis' hand. "Hm... Cute. You should keep her though. She looks pretty solid, and very easily concealable."

With that, Travis returned the weapon to Archie's bag. The gesture of allowing him the gun was certainly nice, but to take another man's gun without buying, winning, or outright killing for it was against Travis' moral code. Besides, it probably had history, and Travis had more than enough weaponry. Speaking of which, on their way out for the hunt he'd need to make a pit stop at the gym to grab his own artillery.

AvidElmV2 Dire Wolf Devil StrixDesmodus

 

[Veltsu VI]

Briana Skullbash
Ghost Toast StrixDesmodus

"500, Master"
Briana looked up to Matthew.
"Where is your new slave, Master?"
​

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Carlie: I entered, just managing to hear the other girl's question. I'm here now, and I'm Carlie by the way. I opened the door and extended my hand to shake, feeling like mom was watching me every minute.
Francis: I caught the briefcase just barely, (clumsy me, but I was getting better at it, at least) beginning to examine its facade. Aye, aye, captain. Is this the bait? I started back towards the door.
Nellie: We had better prepare now so we can get a head start. I continued to dig through my hosts belongings. Perhaps she brought a weapon or so? I didn't know if she came prepared, as I found her in the assembly. No, not even a pair of binoculars with which I could spectate from a safe distance. Might I have a weapon? Just a knife will do.

 

[Veltsu VI]

Briana Skullbash
StrixDesmodus Ghost Toast

Briana looked up to Carlie and shaked her hand, her grip was painful.
"I am Briana. I am doing this right, Master?"​

 

[Ghost Toast]

Matthew nodded and said "Good. Now, Carlie, how goes Rosemary?"
Veltsu VI

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Carlie: I massaged my hand after she let go. The pain would have been slight for other people, but it lingered. Sensory processing issues suck. She's doing fine. Last I saw her she was headed for the cells.

 

[Ghost Toast]

Matthew smiled and said "Good. Now, slave Carlie, I want you to go out there and make some friends. Get them to trust you, and then take my Formula and brainwash them into being my slave while I and Briana will leave to talk to Rosemary,". He then left the room heading to Rosemary's office
StrixDesmodus Veltsu VI

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Carlie: I nodded and grabbed my pelt bag, heading out myself. I had some "friends" to make.

 

[Veltsu VI]

Briana Skullbash
Ghost Toast

Briana followed Matthew, without word. Outside of dorms there was reddish puke where one that had get punch to stomach was before and small blood pool where other one had landed.​

 

[Ghost Toast]

Matthew ignored the remants of the attackers and waited for Rosemary to return with Briana
Veltsu VI StrixDesmodus

 

[AvidElmV2]

Archie BaileyArchie eyed up the weapon Travis had retrieved from his bag, a frown forming on his face from underneath the mask. How had THAT thing gotten in his bag? The ginger was right to think it had history, although it was nothing pretty. "Suit yourself," he stated, managing to keep his tone monotone to hide his distaste for the mere sight of the firearm. Taking it from Travis and burying it underneath the contents of his bag, Archie turned to Nellie. He thought he'd made it clear enough that everyone might as well take something, but perhaps the girl would need a much more clear explanation. "I carry a wide variety of bladed weapons. They're my specialty. I like the way they cut through flesh and so I've practiced the art time and time again. Take your pick, I'm sure you'll find something that suits your particular needs and taste..." The masked man carried his bag over to Nellie and held it open for her. Once she'd chosen something, Archie made his way over to De-Loki and held his bag out to him. He had, of course, offered everyone something, and he might as well outfit everyone.
​

Sprios StrixDesmodus Dire Wolf Devil
(>travis
>homocidal badass ginger
>moral code
Something about that... It just doesn't add up.)

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Nellie: I plucked a knife from the array, unsheathed it, and examined it. It was about mid size, its blade creating a glare in the dying day's light. This would keep me from having to switch hosts. I returned the knife to its sheath and pocketed them.

 

[Dire Wolf Devil]

Dei-Loki silently gave an exhale at Travis's words. It was to be expected, though, so he hadn't spoken anything of it. Mostly, he'd been surprised that he'd actually been allowed into the group, rather than the more probable rejection.

His emerald, luminous gaze drifted towards the bag yet again - sifting through what had been left before gripping a katana and pulling it from the bag. It was the closest to one of his usual weapons that he could get, so it had been a good pick, in his opinion. Without another word, the Irish wolf gave a single nod to Archie as a thank you.

AvidElmV2 , Sprios , StrixDesmodus

 

[Veltsu VI]

Sprios StrixDesmodus You two only watch?

 

[Sprios]

Travis!
It wasn't as though the boy could see what was underneath his roommate's eerie mask, but the subtle adjustment in tone of voice made apparent Archie's feelings for the prize of Travis' choosing; at the very least, he had mixed feelings about it.

That fact made Travis ever the more curious what might lie lurking in Archie's identity. Monstrous deeds seemed an obvious conclusion, given the circumstances. He was a Halloween-ready preteen toting duffle bags of death around school, after all.

Dei-Loki just whipped a full scale katana out of the death bag. Aw, Jesus.

Travis found himself equally with... mixed emotions. He angled towards the door and moved out, striding down the hall. His roommates, Travis imagined, would follow shortly in tow. Their next destination was the gym locker room, where they were likely to bump into who may or may not be a familiar teacher to them: Warmonger.

Spencer!
Francis managed the catch, resulting in Spencer's hop up, arms reaching for the ceiling in genuine surprise. She let out a loud feminine chuckle that ended in a snort. It couldn't be helped. "Yeah Hood!!"

Instantly renewed energy. Spencer twisted, grabbed a number of the pencils and tossed them at Francis as well--just to see if he could do it again.

"Oh hey yeah, I was thinking we should stab these into the ground as, like, a pentagram and bury the box below it. Are you any good with a shovel?"

ooc//ack i hate writing on mobile but here we go. 8% battery left rip. & lol yeah Travis may regard many humans as pond scum but he respects guns!!

 

[StrixDesmodus]

Sprios , When's Riley coming into action?
Another note, for those who have forgotten earlier exposition, Carlie is reputed as antisocial and dorky, so anybody who'd know about that would know something's up.
Francis: I didn't manage to catch the pencils however I tried, so I had to pick them up from the floor. I'm not bad with a shovel, I guess. And I think the pentagram is a great touch.
Nellie: I followed Travis out, practically skipping with the thoughts of watching the carnage.
Carlie: I noticed some other exiting a dorm and approached them. Master did tell me I was supposed to brainwash some people, and while I didn't have any of his formula on me, that could wait. Hello. What are you up to these days?

 

[Sprios]

StrixDesmodus you'll seeee B)