Fantasy Thicker Than Blood: Reboot

[Der Kojote]

Hector shook his hand at the newcomer, "How the hell did you get in here?! I outa throw you out." Gregory was mid whisky when he heard what the young spell caster said. Slowly he put the glass down, "Thee saw it too? It is not pretty is it?" Gregory nodded, "in a manner...yes, if your referring to the one that sleeps beneath the city, yes. I saw it's shadow. I saw the gaping hole of rejected thought from an insane man's mind. I saw the emptiness that exists when something so Alien to the psyche, the mind voids it out, so that it becomes a black hole where logic and reason cannot escape, and all that is left of the viewer is a quivering pile of fear and confusion. I saw the shadows of an abyss that had no need to look at you, for it's very EXISTENCE, was an affront against everything good and God made in this world. It it could destroy your mind PASSIVELY.


He tapped on the bar, "I saw but an inkling, and am shaken up, though recovering. I fear what the real experience would do to a man." Hector looked at him, "You tell a yougin' this and not me?" Gregory craned his head over in Hector's direction. "technically I did tell you also right now." "He broke into my bar..." "Yes...spellcasters kinda can do that." Hector gripped his forehead trying to repress some sort of anguish, and failing miserably. "your paying for him, $20..." Gregory slid a bill over, as the barkeep began the process of tiding up for the potential gang leader.


Gregory turned his head to the newcomer, "alright I gotta know...how the hell did one such as you learn about Cthulhu..." Surprisingly enough the lights didn't noticeably flicker. Then again...the lights were always flickering in here.


@whateverwater

 

[MittyMittens]

Kira watches as Micah leaves and as he makes his way over towards the man with dreads she saw last night, figuring he must be second in command to Micah. She ponders over that for a brief moment before seeing Micah change course from his car. She raised an eyebrow curiously before straining her ears to hear what was going on when he disappears from sight. She catches Micah mentioning the name Lance and growls under her breath. He's going to get himself killed one of these days eavesdropping, though it's not like she didn't make an occupation of the same thing. However, it seems Lance isn't very good at it being caught by none other than Micah. She would not be very happy at all if she had to go attempt to save his hide, being third in command he should be able to fend for himself. What Shirotae saw in him as third she'd never know. She supposed he provided some amusement to the usually dead serious HQ even if it was begrudgingly on her behalf.


She turns her attention back to Nimensei, still keeping an ear out for any sounds of trouble from the alleyway not too far away. "You sure know how to make a day exciting" She lets out a small laugh. "Seems like Micah wasn't fully impressed.... Though I must say that I am. Now about all that information you seem to possess.... any chance you would still be willing to spill some of it with me?" She asks looking back out at the water momentarily before back up at him. "Either here or wherever you choose. You are correct in saying no place is completely safe to tell a secret" She sighs still annoyed that not only were they found but were being eavesdropped upon. Mostly because she wasn't paying enough attention to her surroundings to realize they were all right under her nose. She mustn't get too greedy when it comes to information, it's apparently made her lose her senses. It had been a good long while since anything of interest came up and it seems the whole city was buzzing back to life about it.

 

[Purpl]

As Micah started to walk away, Nimensei calmly sat down on the bridge and simply said;


"You have a time, and a place, it is up to you to choose between enlightenment and destruction. I hope to see you there, Micah" He said with a cold tone.


Then, when putting his feet back in to the water he sighed, stretched and yawned.


"Seems like Micah wasn't fully impressed.... Though I must say that I am. Now about all that information you seem to possess.... any chance you would still be willing to spill some of it with me?"


He didn't answer directly, just lying there in the rather cold weather he felt alive. Sure, he might have lost one of the gangs leaders and he didn't even know if the other two would turn up. But that would just mean more for him, and enemy that almost only he knew about. And it was not many hours untill the premiere started.


He looked at her, biding time for the others to leave so they could speak somewhat alone, asking her ;


"So, since we got a few hours to pass before they all leave, why don't we just talk? Like normal beings, I'm not entirely sure i remember how to do that. Everything is so tense all the time, but look at this, the water, it is so peaceful and calm around this island of chaos. It's remarkable. Anyway, yes, i do have some information. I have some pressing matters to attend to aswell, but that is in a few hours. So until then, may we speak as normal being, as if we were living in an ordinary town, being ordinary people? Ill show you some things later, you'll see soon enough what i am talking about.." Nimensei lay there on the bride, not knowing where to go from here. In a few hours hybrids would be let loose on different locations of the town, he did not know how to stop them, that was why he wanted to meet with the leaders, to find a way to kill the one imprisoned at the docks. To find a way to kill these beasts would be one step closer to removing them from the island. Now, he just wanted to live, because he could soon die. He hoped with all his heart that the leaders would answer his summonings, it was a very long shot yes indeed, but perhaps they would at least send someone to confirm. He relied on hope and assumptions, not a very good assassin he was relying on those things. Well, let's take those trival matters when they come to me, let's enjoy the company of Kira, she seems to be able to waste some hours in many kind of ways.

 

[whateverwater]

Ikaron heard "How the hell did you get in here?! I outa throw you out." coming from the drink server. With a turn to face towards the bartender, he bowed his head and quickly apologized "I am sorry, but this is important."


"in a manner...yes, if your referring to the one that sleeps beneath the city, yes. I saw it's shadow. I saw the gaping hole of rejected thought from an insane man's mind. I saw the emptiness that exists when something so Alien to the psyche, the mind voids it out, so that it becomes a black hole where logic and reason cannot escape, and all that is left of the viewer is a quivering pile of fear and confusion. I saw the shadows of an abyss that had no need to look at you, for it's very EXISTENCE, was an affront against everything good and God made in this world. It it could destroy your mind PASSIVELY."


Ikaron listened attentively when the man replied in detail. 'The one that sleeps beneath the city...' he repeated in his head while thinking back to the old man's mad song. Ikaron tried to keep his focus on the man's speech, but couldn't hold his mind from wondering about the possibility that the old man and young adult had seen the same creature.


"I saw but an inkling, and am shaken up, though recovering. I fear what the real experience would do to a man."


As he listened to the man's words about recovering, a small frown appeared on his hooded face. "Thou should purify thyself to be safe." Ikaron suggested to him not wanting to describe what could happen. "I hope that no soul should have to suffer from its wrath or even appearance.


"You tell a youngin' this and not me?"


"technically I did tell you also right now."


"He broke into my bar..."


"Yes...spellcasters kinda can do that."


"your paying for him, $20..."





He idled as the two conversed about him. Rocking from his toes to his heels, while organizing his thoughts. 'Paying for my presence? No. Maybe he's paying so I can be here... I could pay him back after the talk. The green paper with a 20 on it is most likely the 'twenty dollars', he has heard about.' Ikaron thought while looking around the almost deserted bar.


"alright I gotta know...how the hell did one such as you learn about Cthulhu..."





With a snap of his fingers, Ikaron beams as if given the last piece to a puzzle "That was its name! I had thought it might be a supernatural being ... but... did father just send me after a deity? No, no, no. That couldn't be. This is but a trip to a city. Nothing else." After a few nervous laughs from his assumption, Ikaron noticed that he didn't answer the man's question at all. "From my father. He taught me almost everything I know. He also taught me alot that I have forgotten. The most I remember about it is a little history." He answered with a serious tone.


@Der Kojote

 

[MittyMittens]

Kira leans back against her hands and looks down at Nimensei. "Talk like ordinary people? What a strange concept" she chuckles before laying back as well. "Though I have to say some days it'd be nice to live in an ordinary city but some days it's just too much fun to give up. But either way for the moment I'll keep things simple" She looks up at the dreary sky. "What shall we talk about then?" She says thoughtfully. "I suppose we could go back and forth with random questions. Let's see..." she taps a finger to her chin before rolling over onto her side to look over at Nimensei. It was quite odd to be lounging casually on a bridge but she didn't really care at this point. "I've noticed you're not associated with any particular gang? Any reason for that or do you just like being independent?"


(Sorry for the shortish reply. I'm on my phone)

 

[divyansh]

Lance grunted as his face retreated back, he could feel his rage taking over now. " And why might your stroll include stalking? I have been following you....." he said pulled his hand back and putting it in a pocket, he was ready to pull out the knife maybe one or two wounds might just make her talk. Soon another guy approached the scene, it was the leader of the Athenaem gang. lance just sighed, he could not do much in front of a leader, well he could attack him just to get beaten or to start a wars. He heard what he said, so the girl's name was Fayde, as soon as he realized who she was a grin came to his face. He knew who she was, a lone wolf. Lance was dubious that someone would even try to save a gang-less wolf.


He listened to what Micah said, " Am I really in that much trouble? How? " he thought to himself. Lance tried to calm himself not wanting to lose his control to the beast that he housed within himself. It always resulted badly, " If it isn't Micah Ivory himself, and what type of shit am I in now? " he asked. Lance knew that the only trouble he might have was if Kira found out about his whereabouts and so got to know that he was stalking her. Lance pulled out kept the knife and gripped it tight in his hand but was not willing to attack just yet, maybe because he was more worried on knowing why was he in trouble. Lance began to think of reasons that might cause him a challenge. Shortly his feet trembled, it seemed that Lance's thoughts might just be more deadly then the reality itself. Lance's grip on Fayde loosened up a little and he tried to grab his temple with one hand, " You are just over thinking it. " he said in an almost inaudible voice.

 

[Purpl]

"Mh, you are correct. Some days there are definitely too much fun to give this city up. I guess i have just been in this life for so long that i forgot about the old world. I think you cought up with me in a bad moment. Hah, i have never before wished about the past life, before my craving for...blood and murder arose inside me."


He paused, briefly taking a pause before he adressed the question.


"As for the gangs, well i feel that nothing fits someone with my....personality traits. I am too much of a wildcard, i think. Since i have two very different personalities, both fighting for power within me there are no sure cars when it comes to me. So i guess most of the times i stick to myself since that is the safest option. It is very safe for me to know that i need to watch my own back at all times, but at the same time i feel tired from fighting all the battles by myself. I want to be able to trust someone, but for that someone need to trust me. And that is probably not going to happen anytime soon. Unless i find another mad person like me.


Hah! I don't even know why i am sitting here, and opening myself toward a stranger. Perhaps because i feel that my time here soon is done? That i might die soon and i want someone to at least know something about me, us.


Long story short! I don't fit anywhere but alone, and that is both a blessing and a curse."


He looked up at the dark sky, sighing as the last drips of water hit his face. There he was, lying on a bridge in the city of darkness and talking to a lycan about his feelings. It was a long time since he had any, since when the other one ruled there were no feelings but thurst, almost like a vampire. But, he felt that almost everyone of these people that had a job about killing had some kind of connection, that they were all twisted in the same strange way. He wanted to open up to this woman, and he wanted her to open up to him too, lying here in the morning rain a saturday, perhaps his last saturday.


"How about you Kira? Why are you in the Shreds, and why are you even here in this town?"


As he asked her he turned his head to look at her, lying there on the bridge she felt almost 100 % human.

 

[AshenLily]

Micah? Suddenly, Fayde remembered where she had heard the name before. Several years ago. He'd been friends with Ariakan-- Nevermind that. She quickly turned her attention back to the situation at hand. She felt the man's grip loosen slightly over her mouth, and seized her chance. She bit down on his hand. Hard. Feeling her teeth break skin, and blood begin to trickle into her mouth, she threw her elbow backwards, into the man's gut. She swung a leg backward, kicking the man's legs out from under him. Taking advantage of the time she'd gained, she quickly shifted, turning back to face the man in her true form. Though Micah was behind her, she wasn't too worried. Based off of the man's history with Ariakan (her deceased mate), and even the slight friendship they'd had themselves, she didn't think he had any intention of hurting her, especially after his greeting.


She approached the fallen man, fangs bared. Suddenly, she was able to smell it. He was a Lycanthrope, as well. Fayde laughed, a deep, growling noise. "You're too sure of yourself," she said, drawing nearer. "If you'd been able to focus a bit better, I may very well be dead right now." Fayde towered over the fallen man, close enough to him for her warm, damp breath to caress his face. "I should kill you, here and now. Alas, it wouldn't be a fair fight, unless I were to let you shift, first. And I don't think that would be in my best interest," she paused. "No. We shall not fight this day. Another, perhaps. But not today. When we're on more even footing." Again, Fayde wasn't certain that she could best this man in combat, if he was allowed to shift. But, she saw no need to let him in on that secret. "You are but a pup," she spat, the insult seeming to ring through the small alley. "Now, leave. I don't know who you are, I don't know why you saw fit to follow me here. And I don't care. Now, leave. Before I change my mind." She turned, leaving the man, and approaching Micah, after shifting back to her human form. It always felt awkward speaking in her true form.


She raised an eyebrow as she approached Micah. "Micah... is that you? How long has it been now?" A number of emotions came flooding back to Fayde, regarding Ariakan (her previous mate), and her past friendship with the man before her. She lowered her gaze, slightly, in an apologetic manner. "I-I'm sorry. I never thanked you for what you did..." she paused. "I truly am sorry..." her voice trailed off. After Ariakan's death, she'd completely cut herself off from the outside world. It wasn't fair to those she knew, least of all Micah, who had been present at the time of her mate's death. In fact, he'd actually avenged Ariakan's death, somehow managing to slay the three Bloods that had murdered her mate. She owed Micah a great deal, though it pained her to admit it. The man behind her had been completely forgotten, irrelevant at this point in time.


@Prizzy Kriyze


@divyansh

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory


Micah observed the spectacle with a small smirk on his face. Fayde was better at fighting than she knew. She had a calm that surpassed most people he knew, and that was a powerful ability. He chuckled at his own thoughts. Here he was, almost 90 years younger than her, seeing promise in her. It was funny. The more you saw, the more you realized than age was simply a number. It wasn't unusual to see someone at 200 acting more childish than someone at 14. "You are but a pup," His smirk faded, and he had to force back the laughter. He whispered very quietly so he didn't undermine her authority "Actually, he's older than you.."


"Micah... is that you? How long has it been now?" He initially kept his cheery mood up, and responded "I'd say about three years." with a smile, but he was swiftly brought down by her expression. She didn't look happy at all. He immediately understood what it was about, but didn't feel like taking on the subject. "I-I'm sorry. I never thanked you for what you did... I truly am sorry..." He took a step up and placed his hand on her shoulder. "It's fine. I'm just happy he got a proper burial. He was my best friend, but you and him.. I can't imagine how you must've felt. I can't be mad at you after that. That's unfair." He grabbed both her shoulders, and subconsciously squeezed them as he forced the tears to stay a painful lump in his throat. When he realized what he was doing, he let her go and said "Sorry.." He stepped away from her again and massaged his cheeks with his right hand.


"I think it's best not to linger on it though. I had gotten past it, and there's no reason to stir up old emotions." He said with a sigh. He looked up and over the shoulder of Fayde. He raised his voice and addressed Lance. "It might seem very tempting to retaliate now, boy," Ironic, calling him boy. That guy was more than 90 years older than him. "but do so, and you won't live to regret it. I suggest you run off." and with that he turned around and led Fayde with him out of the alley, but not towards Carlos. Instead, he signaled to Carlos that he was free to do whatever pleased him.


Once out of hearing range of the others, he stopped and turned to Fayde. "Are you still into occult things? If so, I've got something I could use as many trusted minds on as possible." Finding smart people was difficult, but finding smart people he could trust was harder. Fortunately, Fayde was one of those who fit the criteria.


@AshenLily


@BrownBear


@divyansh

 

[MittyMittens]

Kira smiles a little at his reason for not being in a gang. She used to be a renegade of sorts, doing her own thing and as she pleased. But after 200 years you start to settle down a little. "Well as to why I'm in the shreds is for my love of power and for a sense of belonging. It's kind of instinctual as a lycan to be "pack like" so to speak. Though I think we all go through a sense of rebellion. I know I did. But that was years ago about a hundred to be somewhat exact. I can only let you guess at my age, as a lady you couldn't expect me to be honest about it. And besides I lost count to the exact number anyways. If this had been a century ago I would have never of glanced twice at or spoken to a human. But I suppose their actually of use now a days or I've grown soft. Probably both." She gives a teasing grin. "But I suppose you're about as much human as I am. As for how I got here, well I heard a city like this had needs for bounty hunters. And so the city sucked me in and Shirotae asked me to join and so I did. Eventually I became second in command due to an unfortunate accident to the previous one. I'm originally from Persia if it wasn't obvious in my voice i believe there's a little Russian in there as well. But what I'm getting to is asking where are you from originally if I may ask?" She asks not quite sure why she let her guard down with this stranger, perhaps the feeling of impending doom in the depths of what soul she had left. Besides it was a nice distraction compared to most days. Her hair was now fairly damp sticking to her and losing some it's wavyness to the weight of moisture giving her more of an honest look than dolled up and looking for trouble. (Ok finished, stupid phone)

 

[divyansh]

Lance just got up on one of his knee and crouched there. His face pointed towards the ground and so was his gaze. Lance did not say a think as he heard what that Fayde Lycan had to say. Lance did not care for the bloods that was dripping from his hand, he just tightened the grip of his other hand which had a knife in it. Lance could feel his vision turning a little blur, he could sense the inner beast taking over. Lance was surely not the calmest or the most strategic person but he surely was the third in command for a reason, he was one of the wildest Lycans.


Lance rose his face up just to see Fayde's back, a grave mistake on her side. A devilish and sadistic smile stole Lance's face, his golden eyes grew vivid and now having a hint of red. It was not just any red, it was the crimson like one's blood. All Lance wanted now was a blood, maybe take a bath in his new adversary's blood. He shortly began to laugh, his laugh sounded like that of a maniac who had lost himself and ran on a killing spree. " Foolish girl....." he said with a pause at the end, his tone was low but still menacing.


Lance hurriedly got up, gripping his knife even tighter and leaping over at the Lycan's back, his blade tearing into her back. Lance growled as soon as the knife penetrated her skin. Lance pulled the blade down as he came back to the ground, his breathing was heavy and so were his words, " I won't even need to.......change to kill you....." he said, as he took pauses to breath. He breathing grew heavy by the minute and so did his rage. it seemed that someone was going to see Lance's wrath today and once he had lost control over himself he did not care for whom he charged at, it did not matter anymore after all now the only thing driving him was his thirst for blood.

 

[BrownBear]

".... i guess.. i guess i can go now?..." Demon said bewildered and confused. He isnt sure what happened or if it was still happening but he did know that his boss went away with some girl. He hadny noticed lance and kira at all, but they were still at he piers he was still not noticing. He tapped the limo on the top, telling it to drive off. He felt like walking alongside the water for now. He pulled a blunt out, cleaned his glasses and began swaggering down the street while singing, "day and night... the lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night..." he didnt know the time of day or if it was still raining but whatever

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Micah Ivory


Well. That was unexpected. You'd think he'd have a higher sense of self-preservation than that, but apparently not. Micah hadn't been angered in a long time. Annoyed, maybe, but not angered. He quickly spun around Fayde, and raised his hand, aiming four fingers at the lycan. A blinding flash was released, and suddenly the Lycan must've found it rather hard to grip his knife. Mostly because he didn't have a hand to grip it with anymore, let alone an arm. Micah had severed his shoulder cleanly off of his torso. He quickly followed up with a kick to his chest, putting the lycan on his back. He moved up and stomped his foot down on his chest.


He hadn't felt this kind of rage in years, but his pragmatic self was still dominant. He leaned in close to the lycan's face, and with the most resentful voice said "The only reason you're still alive is because you're part of Shirotae's gang! If she's seriously hurt, I'll come back for your second arm. And Don't. Even. Try... Do that again and you and everyone you've ever cared for is dead." He lifted his foot off of him, and took a look at his arm. Perhaps he'd overdone it. At least he wouldn't bleed out. The thing about lasers was that they cauterized wounds. Having your life drained out of you in the form of blood was an awful feeling, and it was exactly what this man deserved, but Micah had to hold back. He didn't want to start a fullscale war between the shreds and The Athenaeum. No one would come winning out of that, except the bloods. "If you hurry up, maybe you can get that arm reattached." He said, before letting a kick to his ribs loose.


He felt done after that. Even angered like that, he wasn't the type to beat someone's face in with his fists until he hit their brain. He quickly turned around and gave support to Fayde. "Fayde? Fayde? Are you alright? Talk to me!" He was overreacting, and he knew it.


@AshenLily


@divyansh

 

[Der Kojote]

"A little history ehh...that tends to be all anyone knows." he slid aside the drink for a while, when ever Micah got here, he'd at least feel it'd be good to be sober. "I think I figured out what unlocks the one that sleeps...that's what i need to tell my friend...where? I dunno, what...well between insanity and madness, I did glimpse some clarity, poetry buried in metaphor, images betwixt the pages of a mad mans-" Hector slammed the table, "Stop talking sideways and speak properly...Your drunk, not a poet."


Gregory nodded, "I got visions, I saw what the insane author was writting about, pleasing images? Noo...but do they make sense now that I think of them. Yes, yes they do." Then he scratching his chin, he wondered out loud. "the question i have is...why would someone want to release it....do they think they can control it? Do they just want to cause chaos?" Hector replied in a british accent "Some men just want to watch the world burn." Gregory met it with an arched eyebrow. "Hector! i'm not allowed to make poetry, your not allowed to quote movies from over 100 years ago!" The bartender from a corner of the bar still tidying up hollered back "F--- off it's my bar!"

 

[divyansh]

As lance crashed on his knee with his arm, Lance gave out a little howl before he was kicked to down on his back, a foot laid on his chest. He wished to bark at Ivory but could not. Lance took a deep breath after he removed his foot over his chest. Lance tried to get up but he could not seem to feel his arm, he looked toward his right just to find out that he did not have an arm anymore. He howled again this time it was filled with pain and agony. It seemed that the poor Lycan wished to call for help but none he knew that no one could help. Lance tried to get up, but collapsed at his first try. After he finally pulled himself up, he just gazed at Micah with resentful and revengeful eyes. He knew he could not do anything at least not at the moment but he was surely going to have his vendetta even if it would be the last thing he did before dying.


Lance picked the decapitated arm and gave out a little whine. He was walked his feet falling at randomly, it seemed as if he was about to collapse any moment. Lance's breath was now slow, his blood still dripping down slowly. He walked out of the alley using the wall for assistance. Lance could see a figure far away it was blur but it did seem like Kira. " Kira...." he said in a low tone, indeed he no longer possessed the power to even shout. It seemed that his fate now relied on the Kira's sense of hearing, well it was not a bad gamble but still it seemed that after Lance's cry for help he had collapsed, his arm falling next to in. it was pathetic to even a see a pure Lycan in such a manner, collapsed in a little puddle of his own blood.

 

[MittyMittens]

Kira picked her head up at hearing the howl, she knew exactly who it was from. She turned to see a figure calling out her name. "God damnit Lance!" She called out and quickly scurried to her feet, slipping her boots back on as she did. So much for a peaceful morning. She looked back at Nimensei. "Obviously there's pros and cons to being in a gang" She states before grabbing a pen and takes Nimensei's hand in her's and writes her cell phone's number on the back of it. A bit old school but she still liked to do things that way. "Call me later. Maybe we can meet up for a drink and discuss things further. As for right now my idiot of a pack member has seemed to have gotten himself in some trouble that was way over his head" She quickly takes off over to Lance, seeing his arm was no longer attached. "I knew I should have gone over to you as soon as I heard Micah say your name earlier. You don't fuck with gang leaders Lance" She pulls out her cellphone to call a cab knowing it would get here more quickly than an ambulance. For a city riddled with crime there was never enough ambulances. "Lance I need you to get back up. I can't carry you. I just need you to get to the edge of the street and into a cab" Her voice had a slight hint of panic, not because of what she was seeing but because a pack member was injured. He may be the most annoying thing on the face of the planet but he was technically part of the pack and therefore some form of family. "You stupid stupid boy" she mutters as she glances to the street to see if the cab was here yet. She grabs Lance's arm delicately, it did creep her out just slightly before turning back to Lance to make sure he was still alive. "GET UP LANCE!" She yells at him before hearing the cab pull up. "I will drag you... and you won't like it..." She waits to see if he'd get up or if she'd indeed have to drag him.

 

[divyansh]

( on phone so idea about the length )


Lance could hear Kira's sound it was irritating as ever but still a bliss. The words that kits spoke did enter Lance's ears but he was unable to comprehend what she had spoken. To lance it was just a bled of sound some low pitched and some high, then Kira yelled, his words seemed to have given Lance the force he required. Lance pulled himself back up," geez I am no goat, remember I am still a pure Lycan" he said with a grunt. It would rather die then seem feeble in front of a convert, after all he had to uphold his family's pride even if his own had new shattered by that Micah . Lance grunted and gave out a few whine as he pulled himself towards the cab, the few meters seemed to be a dozen of miles Lance but he didn't give up, his ego won't let him be carried or dragged by Kira. Lance finally brought himself into the cab, sighing as he did. " dammit it was harder then I thought" he said

 

[whateverwater]

Ikaron froze when the man mentioned that he might know how to unlock the slumbering deity. With frantic thoughts that believed the man might awaken it, he felt compelled to do something. He convinced himself to hear out the man fully and not assume anything. After a small argument with the bartender, the slightly mad man voiced a reassuring question that calmed Ikaron's overactive mind.


"the question i have is...why would someone want to release it....do they think they can control it? Do they just want to cause chaos?"


"Some men just want to watch the world burn."


The bartender replied with a strange accent that confused Ikaron. 'Was he referencing something? Was it a joke understood only by a select few?' he thought while watching the young man's reaction.


"Hector! i'm not allowed to make poetry, your not allowed to quote movies from over 100 years ago!"


"Moo-vees?" He asked with a curious inflection. Ikaron finally noticed the magnitude of his outdated knowledge when the man said the unknown thing was from 100 years in the past. Questioning his education in history, he hesitantly asked a second question "I-Is it still 1820?" All the literature Ikaron read growing up never showed a date newer than 1820, yet here in this town there are millions of undocumented inventions, buildings, and foods. 'Was I tricked? Was it for my own good? Did father even know the year?' his mind wanted to find an answer, but could only make assumptions and questions. So with steadied eyes and bated breath, Ikaron awaited the answer.

 

[AshenLily]

"It's fine. I'm just happy he got a proper burial. He was my best friend, but you and him.. I can't imagine how you must've felt. I can't be mad at you after that. That's unfair."


Fayde nodded slightly, unable to speak. The tears of her anger and frustration over the last three years threatened to overtake her. All she could do was nod again, as she choked back the sobs that tried to force their way from her throat. As Micah grabbed her shoulders, she couldn't help but feel comfort. The first real comfort she'd ever felt, since Ariakan's murder. She smiled bitterly, and swallowed the lump in her throat. "I-It's not unfair. I deserve it. You were there for him. You did what you could to protect him. And I just ran." She shrugged lightly, and felt him squeeze her shoulders. "Sorry.."





A light blush crept into her cheeks, only barely noticeable. It felt nice, frankly. She hadn't been touched like that in quite a long time. Far too long, for her taste. "O-o-oh. N-no. D-don't b-be," she silently berated herself. Why was she stammering like an idiot?


"I think it's best not to linger on it though. I had gotten past it, and there's no reason to stir up old emotions."


"Y-you're right. Ariakan wouldn't approve," she laughed lightly at the memory of the man, feeling a dull ache throughout her body, as she realized just how much she truly missed him.


She followed Micah out of the alley. "Are you still into occult things? If so, I've got something I could use as many trusted minds on as possible." "Micah, you know I'm not one for the idea of gangs. The only reason I was close with the Athaeneum before at all, was because of him..." her voice trailed off slightly. "Besides, you know just as well as I do, that I don't play with others. If I had to take orders like some lackey, I'd probably end up either killing whoever was issuing them, or myself," again, she laughed.


" Foolish girl....."


She heard the words just a moment too late. She gasped, and cried out as she felt the blade sink into her skin. The knife slid down her back, ripping through her flesh along the way. She fell forward, the combination of shock and pain taking it's toll on her. Everything around her seemed to move in slow motion. She was only vaguely aware of the confrontation between Lance and Micah.


"Fayde? Fayde? Are you alright? Talk to me!"


The world spun around her, as she perched on the bring of consciousness. She'd felt worse pain before in her life, definitely, but the shock factored with the pain in this case was overpowering. She nearly lost consciousness several times, but was able to focus on Micah's voice, and just barely managed to hold on. After leaning on Micah for a few minutes, she was able to regain some of her strength. She was definitely paler than normal, but her blouse had become caked with blood, and stuck to the wound, managing to halt the blood flow for the time being. She offered a weak smile, and slowly pushed Micah away. "I-I'm fine. Don't worry yourself. I c-can manage." Any onlooker would disagree. It was quite clear that she was, in fact, not fine. Nevertheless, she stood tall, albeit quite unsteady, her Pride refusing to let her ask for the assistance she obviously needed. There was no doubt that she would end up alright. Definitely scarred, but alright.


@Prizzy Kriyze


(Sorry for the stupid long post, and stupid long response time. Work got crazy busy)

 

[Der Kojote]

"I-Is it still 1820?"


Hector and Gregory looked at each other, with obvious confusion. Both seemed to mouth a few words, then both went off into a corner. They kept the whispers low, as their company may not hear.


"he's kidding us right?"


"I'm not sure what to believe."


"Gregory, you can't seriously think."


"I just saw the shadow of sanity's Satan, this would be normal, comparatively speaking of course."


"But come on...you can't really believe it?"


"Well we have only one option."





With that Gregory turned around, his facial expression again serious, like usual. Gregory though slightly intoxicated, was back in his right mindset. "Alright...The current year is 2120, AD. Your knowledge base would correspond with something we call the industrial revolution." Pausing he thought what that meant. "How...have you even dealt with this city? I mean, practical use of lightbulbs didn't occur till the late 19th century? Cars must be a complete mystery to you." Hector also looked concerned. "Holy crap, kids never had a cheeseburger or a deep dish pizza, never used a computer or looked on the internet." Looking at Ikaron, Gregory guessing his age was that of either a late teenager, or young adult, shook his head. "Hector I don't know what more damaging to my sanity, what I saw an hour or two ago...or that a young adult never looked on the internet, Micah is going to get a kick out of this...someone he doesn't know about."


He sent another text on his phone.


"Still here Hector is keeping the bar closed so people stay out, one person got through via magic. Consequently to add to my list of improbabilities today, I've encountered a spell-caster who thinks it's the 1820's.


So to be entirely unprofessional sounding...yeah that's a thing."


@whateverwater

 

[Magikarp]

Everett Belphegor:


Everett simply smirked when he saw how riled up Shirotae was getting but then gave a smile when he admitted defeat. It was a wonderful feeling to have the leader of the Shreds submit to him. Shirotae was practically bowing down to him, letting his pride and dignity get squashed like a bug for some stupid kid. Honestly Everett had no idea why Shirotae would sacrifice himself like that, if Everett was in his position he'd just forget about the kid after all it wasn't his problem. As far as Everett was concerned forgetting about that kid would be doing himself a favor. A little intrigued by this display and a bit disgusted Everett placed a hand on his hip and stared down at Shirotae.


"I'm afraid not, if I let the boy go you'd probably just take him and leave and I can't have that. Though I am interested on why you admitted defeat for a kid, doesn't make sense why you even have him, he's just a hindrance, he has absolutely no value to you so yet why do you practically sacrifice yourself for him?" Everett asked him.


Everett wasn't clueless when it came to bonds after all he and his second command Abaddon were close, but then again he was useful, Kuro was not. Why keep something that was ultimately an interference? Honestly I can never understand beings under a century old, they're too sympathetic. Everett was broken out of his thoughts when Kuro started transforming, his eyes grew red and black fur appeared on his body and then he started attacking his guards. For a little pup he was amazingly strong but not strong enough. Rolling his eyes Everett flared his wings and bared his fangs. The guards were taken by surprise by Kuro's sudden transformation so they were struggling, Everett would have to kill them later for their incompetence. Everett flashed toward Kuro and grabbed his neck essentially choking him, his nails digging into his skin.


"Listen here you brat, I know you can still hear me somewhat so I’ll give you a piece of advice, you continue to pull this s*** and I will have you and your brother experience the worse pain of your life, you both will burn in misery and be lost in unrelenting suffering, understand? He will help me find Lilith, end of story."





(sorry for the late reply I haven't been feeling good >.<)


@DeijiiChan

 

[whateverwater]

The two men seemed perplexed by his question. They escaped to one of the bar's corners and lightly spoke to each other to provide secrecy or privacy. Doning a expressionless face, the young man returned and answered Ikaron's question.


"Alright...The current year is 2120, AD. Your knowledge base would correspond with something we call the industrial revolution."





"The industrial revolution..." he whispered to himself while letting his vision fall to the floor. A stupefied smile layered over his dazed face. "300 years..." he trailed off, wanting to say something, but couldn't find the words to describe what he felt.


"How...have you even dealt with this city? I mean, practical use of lightbulbs didn't occur till the late 19th century? Cars must be a complete mystery to you."





"Cars... Are those the carriages made of metal?" Ikaron surmised while scouring his memories for information on cars. He remembered finding an abandoned 'car lot' with faded pictures of cars along with many lines of small writting attached and scattered near the building. Now knowing why he had subconsciously connected the word 'car' and the moving metal objects, Ikaron tuned into what the bartender was saying.


"Holy crap, kids - never had a cheeseburger or a deep dish pizza, never used a computer or looked on the internet."





"I know none of those things, but I have eaten an o-ma-let and wa-fell. Before I left, father and I would always cook our meals. The food I have tasted here is much more better than what I used to eat." He naturally smiled while directing his answer at the bartender.

 

[Der Kojote]

Name: “All you need is my first name…”


Hector


Apperance:

Spoiler

(See how happy he is!)


Age: “Why are you asking…buy something or get out.”


58


Gender: “Are you blind?”


Male


Race: “Ok Fair question…still...BUY A DRINK OR LEAVE”


Human...? (Can a human be this pissed?)


Sexual Orientation: “BUY SOMETHING OR LEAVE”


Too old to care.


Gang (can be unaffiliated):“That’s it you’re out…”


Unaffiliated


Role in Gang: (grabs shotgun)


none


Personality: “MOVE IT OUT NOW”


Hector has been in R’yleh for 58 years, he’s seen most things. Vampire and Lycan in a relationship, break up and kill each-other? Seen it. Gang wars? He’s lived through them. Gun fight in his bar? He cleaned glasses through it, then after both parties had sufficiently bled the other dry…he shot the survivor and proceeded to go back to work. Anything that challenges his sense of normalcy (he’s very used to the highly chaotic atmosphere of R’yleh) just gets him annoyed, or frustrated.


He cares only for two things…his bar, and his loyal customers. Everyone else is just someone outside his bar, or someone buying a drink. If you are in his bar and NOT buying a drink, there is a problem. Though he does tend to show respect to gang members…as it is important…though to a limit…because, rule number 1 in the Shoggoth surprise. “Don’t be a F—ing idiot.” its written on a plaque right next to the door.


(also if you want more reference to how he’s played…just like I’ve had him act.)


Bio: He doesn't tell much…he set up the bar about 20 years ago. Been there ever since.


Other: (I use him as an NPC so often I’d think I’d write him a character sheet. If anyone needs to have a scene in the shoggoth surprise, feel free to use him.)

 

[Der Kojote]

Gregory rubbed his temples, "Alright...alright...we got a someone that doesn't know anything about the modern era. Hector got any ideas?" The bartender gave his trademark frown, "Me ideas? I'm a bartender. I don't do babysitting. If you are trying to solve this problem it's on you." Gregory was about to say something when hector cut him off, "If you're about to say something akin to, 'what about the loyal customer tradition?' You are." He then pointed to the confused young'n. "He is not. Although based of his last comment, he understands how not to insult people intentionally...so that'll get him somwhere. Anyway I'm already giving you use of the bar for this meeting...gah i'm getting to old for this crap...call me if someone wants a drink...IF EITHER OF YOU TOUCH THE BOOZE WITH-" Gregory cut him off and finished his scentence, "OUT PAYING I'LL BLAST YA. You already know I won't..." Hector nodded and as he walked through a door he ended with, "And that is why you are on my good side. You know how things work here!"


Now it was just Gregory and the young one. "So...you have limited knowledge of the world around you. Alright...I can't quite educate you on everything that happened in the past 300 years...but I have to make sure you can at least survive...because at this rate, i'm surprised you LASTED this long on the streets." He looked over, "What is your full Name, and schools of magic you are familiar with? I can't in good conscious let you leave by yourself unless you know some form of offensive spells."


@whateverwater

 

[Purpl]

He was surprised with Kiras action, giving him her telephone number. It was as if they were two youngsters being drawn away from eachother and they just HAD to keep the connection. He chuckled a bit, it was like an Old school fling.


Nimensei heard everything that was going on around him, but frankly he was too tired to care about it. He knew he had his roll to play in all this and that was to try and stop the hybrids, even if that meant doing all this alone. If he had to take his arsenal with him to that one beast locked inside the dock, then he should. But now? Now he wanted a few minutes of peace, shutting the screams howls and talking outside for a minute or two. Then, he simply got up, walked back to where all the people were standing. He have Kira a look that said "do not get in trouble now" while he walked past. He nodded a greeting to the rest and continued walking, then casting his hand over his head as if he said goodbye and a simple "don't kill yourselves, we will probably have bigger trouble soon enough" in to the air as he walked back towards the city, touching the trees with his fingertips and thinking about his next move. Not many hours were left and he really did need to find a way to kill them.


After a few hundred steps he pulled out his phone an texted Kira;


"Meet me in the docks @11. Bring everything you can to kill stuff with.


We need to find a way to kill hybrids"


Then he slid the phone down his pocket and started slowly walking through the town with a million thoughts in his town.


What did he leave behind him?


Who would mourn him if he died?


Who would die if he failed to find a solution?


He shakes his head, this is utterly stupid to think before a fight. He slapped himself with his hand and then started walking faster towards his home.