Musical Mayhem
~Simple and Clean~
Hi all! Welcome to the beginning of a Means to an End! Here's who's allowed to post here (aka the list of accepted people). LSU's will be accepted here.
Supernatural Response Team:
Lucienne Bellefleur (Vampire, Supervisory Agent)--> Musical Mayhem
Penelope Gallen (Human, Special Agent)--> treespyro
Vincent "Merlin" Estrel (Witch, Special Agent)-->Kiruria
Cain Orlowe, etc. etc. (Contractor, Probationary Agent)-> Niihyl
Kitt Morrison (werecat, Supervisory Agent)-> Musical Mayhem
Lester Putzkanner (Goblin, Special Agent)--> Universe Chaser
Katommo "Tom" (Triclops, Special Agent)--> aggiegwyn
Edwin "Lupin" Tasselbury (Human, Probationary Agent) -> Kiruria
Blood Bandits:
Scer (Shade, Messenger)--> Pokefan0234
leaf vesselius (Woodland Elf, Assassin)--> lawmaster
Aroma Robinson (Witch, Assassin) --> aggiegwyn
Lucas white (Akhlut, Assassin)-->lawmaster
Freelancers:
Lost (Fleshing)--> Niihyl
Desmond Walsh (Witch)--> ironknight42
Todd Richards (Human name), Kuvaler (Merman name) (Merperson)--> YDT
Flum (Jorculine)-->Pokefan0234
Weijun Muilum (Qilin) --> wayjun
Tuesday, Day 2, 8:45 a.m.
SRA Headquarters, Washington D.C.
The office was almost silent in the early morning. Many of the team members from last night’s investigation of the bloody wall had headed home or out to investigate. Even more had left, probably never to return. Desks had been packed up in fear, boxes were strewn on the floor. In the midst of this mess stood one vampire, her flaming red hair curling down her back in loose waves. It framed her face, her large, angry blue eyes as they surveyed the damage before her. It was into this mess that Special Agent Kitt Morrison walked, only to be skewered by the director.
“Morrison, where’ve you been?!” She demanded, her fangs protruding just enough to look intimidating. Kitt raised an eyebrow at Director Azeur, her green eyes following her superior’s gaze.
“At home? It was my day off yesterday...” Her voice trailed off unsurely, “What’s happened?” The werecat’s ears pushed back against her head fearfully. Her fingers were curled, ready to extend her claws in case of danger.
“No need for that Kitt,” The director sighed, before gazing at the supervisory agent, “Unfortunately after the discovery of our fairy friend, it looks like quite a lot of our agents have... flown the coop.”
All of the agents had heard about the fairy’s death. The agent had been ambushed and killed, the note written in a red liquid pinned to his body. No fingerprints. No evidence aside from the puncture marks in his neck. Which was considered to be a sign that the Bandit himself had done the killing instead of his mutt, the Blood Bane. All of the agents had been called in to investigate, the body sent to the medical examiner, a necromancer by the name of Peter. Most of the agents fondly called him “Patch”, due to his ability to patch up dead bodies. The evidence had been sent down to the forensics lab, but DNA and dental records were taking a while to process. No leads. No nothing. And they only had twenty-eight days left. This was the beginning of day two, which saw the packing up and departure of several agents, effectively disbanding old teams.
Kitt was looking expectantly at Director Azeur, who continued patiently, “We only have enough agents left for about...” the woman’s red brows furrowed as she did the math in her head, “five or six teams. Which means I have to promote two agents to Supervisory Agents,” Her eyes were meaningfully on the young agent.
“What... me?” Kitt exclaimed as she noticed one other person enter the room. The short, skinny form of Lucienne Bellefleur appeared as she pushed through the door into the room. Her green eyes widened in surprise.
“And your old partner over there,” The director waved her hand towards the other vampire, who was now staring blatantly at the boxes and a desk that was even lit on fire.
“Well this sucks,” Luce sighed, running her pale fingers through her hair. “What’s up director?” Her eyes darted nervously to Kitt and back to the director once more. Director Azeur waved her hand, signaling the two agents to follow her. They reluctantly did, heading down a cream-colored hallway. Recruitment posters, informative posters, even some of those inspirational pictures hung along the wall. At the very end of the hallway were several offices, currently closed off behind two very heavy doors. Between the two scuffed wooden doors was a huge poster that read “SOAR”. On it was a picture of Harry Potter on a broomstick.
“Nice gag.” Luce chuckled under her breath as she eyed the Harry Potter, “Now what in the world is going on?” A tiny bit of her French accent popped out in her irritation. Luce pushed open the door on the right, revealing a small room. The walls were painted light blue and four desks sat in a loose circle in the center of the room. Each was a simple oak desk, complete with a computer and little name-plate. One wall was entirely cork-board, the one opposite of that was a giant whiteboard. A high-tech television sat in the middle of the cork-wall, which Luce supposed would be used for solving cases and such.
“This is your new office Ms. Bellefleur,” the director answered. Luce whirled around to find the other vampire leaning casually in the doorway, “Ms. Morrison’s new office is right next to yours. Both of your teams could practically live in these rooms. There’s bunk beds through the door in the corner,” She nodded towards a white door in the back of the room, “Bathrooms too.”
“So... we’re gonna be here a while, aren’t we?” Luce asked, trying to sound casual.
“Yes. Here’s your new team assignment,” The director yanked out a sheet of paper and glared at it, “Special Agent Vincent Estrel. Also known as Merlin. Witch. Male. He’s a good kid,” She pointed to the desk closest to the white door, “Next, Penelope Gallen. Human. Not sure how she found out about us, but I’ll take what I can get at this point.” She gestured to the desk next to Merlin’s, “And last but not least, Cain Orlowe. He’s a contractor and your probie. Watch out though, I’ve heard he’s a womanizer,” With that, the director winked and dropped a stack of files in Luce’s arms, “Your new team’s files. Study up on them until they get here. I must go meet with Ms. Morrison,”
The director walked out the door, trying to keep her stride steady, then pushed into Kitt’s room. The werecat was standing in the middle of the room, her eyes focused on the cork wall, “Ms. Morrison.” The director announced as the werecat jumped around.
“Your new team assignment.” The director handed another stack of manilla files to Kitt, “Lester Putzkanner. Goblin. He’s a great guy, very clean, contrary to popular belief,” She gestured to his seat next to Kitt’s desk, “Tom. He’s a triclops. Good luck figuring those buggers out,” She pointed to the desk near Kitt’s white door, “And finally, Edwin Tasselbury, also known as Lupin. He’s your probie. I believe he’s friends with Merlin, the witch on Luce’s team.” Kitt’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Now Ms. Morrison, I know you’re fighting with Lucienne, but you have to accept that your teams will be working closely on this case. Study that. I’m going to wait for the other agents to arrive so I can send them to the proper room.” With that, the director turned on her heel and departed.
The red-headed vampire returned to the deserted and broken room that had once been their central headquarters. She perched on a desk, staring at the door in wait. Perhaps that had been the Baron’s plan all along, to break them down. Well, the director thought as she straightened the black bat pinned on her pink blouse, she couldn’t let that happen.
Blood Baron, undisclosed location.
“They’ve scattered my Lord.” A voice whispered in the darkness, a pair of vibrant yellow eyes peering out, “Very few remain.” The creature’s voice was low and gravely, almost menacing.
“Good work Bane,” Another voice concluded. Its owner was completely shrouded in the darkness, not even its eyes could be seen, “Go speak to the others. At the very least, text them. I want Scer to find members of the SRA. See if we can get them to flip. If they don’t, send in... oh, hmm, who to send...” The voice trailed off, pondering, “Leaf. Aroma. Lucas. Any of them will do. Have them follow the agents. Follow, not kill. We may need their magic.”
“What if they run into any freelancers, sir?” Bane questioned, his long fangs flashing in the dim light of the cave.
“Kill them.” The voice sighed, “Unless they can... persuade them to join us. We need as many as we can get for the... unshrouding.” Voice chuckled and Bane could almost imagine the chilling smile that would cross the face it belonged to, “Go Bane. Find the others. Tell them their duties.”
“Aye sir,” Bane yelped before he transformed himself. His body quivered anxiously as he became a large, black wolf. Its fur was tattered, part of an ear missing. His yellow eyes glowed as he ran through the dim forest, the morning light barely touching him beneath a canopy of green. After quite a few minutes of a flat-out sprint through the woods, Bane deemed it far enough away from his master to stop and text some of the others. He transformed back into his human form. The Blood Bane was a tall, dark-skinned man, full of brawn and bulk. Even in his human form, he possessed yellow eyes that scanned over a tiny, blue phone in his hands. His fingers slowly began to move over the keys.
To Scer, he sent this message.
The SRA agents are your new targets. Try to flip them. If they will not flip sides, alert Leaf, Aroma, or Lucas. They will eliminate the threats. You have until tomorrow to check in or I’ll come “help” you.
To Leaf, Aroma, and Lucas, he sent the following:
Scer is attempting to get some of the agents and freelancers to switch sides. If he has any problems, he will contact you. For now, see if you can trail any of them. Follow but do not kill. Do some of that investigating that they hold so dear. Report back to me by Thursday.
Bane smiled to himself. Quite the job well done, if he did say so himself. Oh, the plans they had...
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Alright, so here’s the deal. SRA guys, go to the SRA headquarters, which appears to be an old warehouse on the outside. Meet up with the director (who is an NPC that you can temporarily control, usually she’ll be controlled by me or Pokefan) who will show you to your proper team room.
Bandits, your job is to try to stop the agents from getting to the building (or wait until they leave, which will be soon, don’t worry) to try to get them to flip sides. If they don’t flip sides, pick a fight, try to capture them. It’s up to you and whoever you attack whether or not they get captured. It is only Day 2 after all.
Freelancers, the Bandits are after pretty much everyone right now, so watch out! Feel free to wander about the city, or wherever you happen to be until you happen upon something noteworthy (perhaps you’ll even stumble upon some evidence.... evil smile). And if you do run into any SRA people, you might want to make sure you don’t become a suspect (another evil smile).
Supernatural Response Team:
Lucienne Bellefleur (Vampire, Supervisory Agent)--> Musical Mayhem
Penelope Gallen (Human, Special Agent)--> treespyro
Vincent "Merlin" Estrel (Witch, Special Agent)-->Kiruria
Cain Orlowe, etc. etc. (Contractor, Probationary Agent)-> Niihyl
Kitt Morrison (werecat, Supervisory Agent)-> Musical Mayhem
Lester Putzkanner (Goblin, Special Agent)--> Universe Chaser
Katommo "Tom" (Triclops, Special Agent)--> aggiegwyn
Edwin "Lupin" Tasselbury (Human, Probationary Agent) -> Kiruria
Blood Bandits:
Scer (Shade, Messenger)--> Pokefan0234
leaf vesselius (Woodland Elf, Assassin)--> lawmaster
Aroma Robinson (Witch, Assassin) --> aggiegwyn
Lucas white (Akhlut, Assassin)-->lawmaster
Freelancers:
Lost (Fleshing)--> Niihyl
Desmond Walsh (Witch)--> ironknight42
Todd Richards (Human name), Kuvaler (Merman name) (Merperson)--> YDT
Flum (Jorculine)-->Pokefan0234
Weijun Muilum (Qilin) --> wayjun
Tuesday, Day 2, 8:45 a.m.
SRA Headquarters, Washington D.C.
The office was almost silent in the early morning. Many of the team members from last night’s investigation of the bloody wall had headed home or out to investigate. Even more had left, probably never to return. Desks had been packed up in fear, boxes were strewn on the floor. In the midst of this mess stood one vampire, her flaming red hair curling down her back in loose waves. It framed her face, her large, angry blue eyes as they surveyed the damage before her. It was into this mess that Special Agent Kitt Morrison walked, only to be skewered by the director.
“Morrison, where’ve you been?!” She demanded, her fangs protruding just enough to look intimidating. Kitt raised an eyebrow at Director Azeur, her green eyes following her superior’s gaze.
“At home? It was my day off yesterday...” Her voice trailed off unsurely, “What’s happened?” The werecat’s ears pushed back against her head fearfully. Her fingers were curled, ready to extend her claws in case of danger.
“No need for that Kitt,” The director sighed, before gazing at the supervisory agent, “Unfortunately after the discovery of our fairy friend, it looks like quite a lot of our agents have... flown the coop.”
All of the agents had heard about the fairy’s death. The agent had been ambushed and killed, the note written in a red liquid pinned to his body. No fingerprints. No evidence aside from the puncture marks in his neck. Which was considered to be a sign that the Bandit himself had done the killing instead of his mutt, the Blood Bane. All of the agents had been called in to investigate, the body sent to the medical examiner, a necromancer by the name of Peter. Most of the agents fondly called him “Patch”, due to his ability to patch up dead bodies. The evidence had been sent down to the forensics lab, but DNA and dental records were taking a while to process. No leads. No nothing. And they only had twenty-eight days left. This was the beginning of day two, which saw the packing up and departure of several agents, effectively disbanding old teams.
Kitt was looking expectantly at Director Azeur, who continued patiently, “We only have enough agents left for about...” the woman’s red brows furrowed as she did the math in her head, “five or six teams. Which means I have to promote two agents to Supervisory Agents,” Her eyes were meaningfully on the young agent.
“What... me?” Kitt exclaimed as she noticed one other person enter the room. The short, skinny form of Lucienne Bellefleur appeared as she pushed through the door into the room. Her green eyes widened in surprise.
“And your old partner over there,” The director waved her hand towards the other vampire, who was now staring blatantly at the boxes and a desk that was even lit on fire.
“Well this sucks,” Luce sighed, running her pale fingers through her hair. “What’s up director?” Her eyes darted nervously to Kitt and back to the director once more. Director Azeur waved her hand, signaling the two agents to follow her. They reluctantly did, heading down a cream-colored hallway. Recruitment posters, informative posters, even some of those inspirational pictures hung along the wall. At the very end of the hallway were several offices, currently closed off behind two very heavy doors. Between the two scuffed wooden doors was a huge poster that read “SOAR”. On it was a picture of Harry Potter on a broomstick.
“Nice gag.” Luce chuckled under her breath as she eyed the Harry Potter, “Now what in the world is going on?” A tiny bit of her French accent popped out in her irritation. Luce pushed open the door on the right, revealing a small room. The walls were painted light blue and four desks sat in a loose circle in the center of the room. Each was a simple oak desk, complete with a computer and little name-plate. One wall was entirely cork-board, the one opposite of that was a giant whiteboard. A high-tech television sat in the middle of the cork-wall, which Luce supposed would be used for solving cases and such.
“This is your new office Ms. Bellefleur,” the director answered. Luce whirled around to find the other vampire leaning casually in the doorway, “Ms. Morrison’s new office is right next to yours. Both of your teams could practically live in these rooms. There’s bunk beds through the door in the corner,” She nodded towards a white door in the back of the room, “Bathrooms too.”
“So... we’re gonna be here a while, aren’t we?” Luce asked, trying to sound casual.
“Yes. Here’s your new team assignment,” The director yanked out a sheet of paper and glared at it, “Special Agent Vincent Estrel. Also known as Merlin. Witch. Male. He’s a good kid,” She pointed to the desk closest to the white door, “Next, Penelope Gallen. Human. Not sure how she found out about us, but I’ll take what I can get at this point.” She gestured to the desk next to Merlin’s, “And last but not least, Cain Orlowe. He’s a contractor and your probie. Watch out though, I’ve heard he’s a womanizer,” With that, the director winked and dropped a stack of files in Luce’s arms, “Your new team’s files. Study up on them until they get here. I must go meet with Ms. Morrison,”
The director walked out the door, trying to keep her stride steady, then pushed into Kitt’s room. The werecat was standing in the middle of the room, her eyes focused on the cork wall, “Ms. Morrison.” The director announced as the werecat jumped around.
“Your new team assignment.” The director handed another stack of manilla files to Kitt, “Lester Putzkanner. Goblin. He’s a great guy, very clean, contrary to popular belief,” She gestured to his seat next to Kitt’s desk, “Tom. He’s a triclops. Good luck figuring those buggers out,” She pointed to the desk near Kitt’s white door, “And finally, Edwin Tasselbury, also known as Lupin. He’s your probie. I believe he’s friends with Merlin, the witch on Luce’s team.” Kitt’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Now Ms. Morrison, I know you’re fighting with Lucienne, but you have to accept that your teams will be working closely on this case. Study that. I’m going to wait for the other agents to arrive so I can send them to the proper room.” With that, the director turned on her heel and departed.
The red-headed vampire returned to the deserted and broken room that had once been their central headquarters. She perched on a desk, staring at the door in wait. Perhaps that had been the Baron’s plan all along, to break them down. Well, the director thought as she straightened the black bat pinned on her pink blouse, she couldn’t let that happen.
Blood Baron, undisclosed location.
“They’ve scattered my Lord.” A voice whispered in the darkness, a pair of vibrant yellow eyes peering out, “Very few remain.” The creature’s voice was low and gravely, almost menacing.
“Good work Bane,” Another voice concluded. Its owner was completely shrouded in the darkness, not even its eyes could be seen, “Go speak to the others. At the very least, text them. I want Scer to find members of the SRA. See if we can get them to flip. If they don’t, send in... oh, hmm, who to send...” The voice trailed off, pondering, “Leaf. Aroma. Lucas. Any of them will do. Have them follow the agents. Follow, not kill. We may need their magic.”
“What if they run into any freelancers, sir?” Bane questioned, his long fangs flashing in the dim light of the cave.
“Kill them.” The voice sighed, “Unless they can... persuade them to join us. We need as many as we can get for the... unshrouding.” Voice chuckled and Bane could almost imagine the chilling smile that would cross the face it belonged to, “Go Bane. Find the others. Tell them their duties.”
“Aye sir,” Bane yelped before he transformed himself. His body quivered anxiously as he became a large, black wolf. Its fur was tattered, part of an ear missing. His yellow eyes glowed as he ran through the dim forest, the morning light barely touching him beneath a canopy of green. After quite a few minutes of a flat-out sprint through the woods, Bane deemed it far enough away from his master to stop and text some of the others. He transformed back into his human form. The Blood Bane was a tall, dark-skinned man, full of brawn and bulk. Even in his human form, he possessed yellow eyes that scanned over a tiny, blue phone in his hands. His fingers slowly began to move over the keys.
To Scer, he sent this message.
The SRA agents are your new targets. Try to flip them. If they will not flip sides, alert Leaf, Aroma, or Lucas. They will eliminate the threats. You have until tomorrow to check in or I’ll come “help” you.
To Leaf, Aroma, and Lucas, he sent the following:
Scer is attempting to get some of the agents and freelancers to switch sides. If he has any problems, he will contact you. For now, see if you can trail any of them. Follow but do not kill. Do some of that investigating that they hold so dear. Report back to me by Thursday.
Bane smiled to himself. Quite the job well done, if he did say so himself. Oh, the plans they had...
-------------------------------------------------------------------
Alright, so here’s the deal. SRA guys, go to the SRA headquarters, which appears to be an old warehouse on the outside. Meet up with the director (who is an NPC that you can temporarily control, usually she’ll be controlled by me or Pokefan) who will show you to your proper team room.
Bandits, your job is to try to stop the agents from getting to the building (or wait until they leave, which will be soon, don’t worry) to try to get them to flip sides. If they don’t flip sides, pick a fight, try to capture them. It’s up to you and whoever you attack whether or not they get captured. It is only Day 2 after all.
Freelancers, the Bandits are after pretty much everyone right now, so watch out! Feel free to wander about the city, or wherever you happen to be until you happen upon something noteworthy (perhaps you’ll even stumble upon some evidence.... evil smile). And if you do run into any SRA people, you might want to make sure you don’t become a suspect (another evil smile).