A Means to an End

[Musical Mayhem]

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).

 

[Niihyl]

Cain Orlowe
At a Back-Alley Supernatural Bar, Washington D.C.

A pale man, completely white, hair, skin, and eyes, sat at a bar, musing to himself. He wore an impeccable three-piece suit, and he was nursing a Martini glass. A ‘Kiss in the Dark’ to be precise.

“This drink… too much vermouth, not enough gin. And some idiot thought to shake it. Who am I, James Bond? You have to stir a bloody Kiss in the Dark.”

The bartender, an Absinthe, ‘green fairy’, walked over to him. “Alex, are you complaining about my drinks again? I should toss you out of here before you pick a fight with someone and destroy my bar again.”

“Ah, Verdre, you would never. And I don’t pick fights, people just attack me.”

“You cheated a leprechaun out of his gold. And his beer. YOU STOLE A LEPRECHAUN’S BEER,” the fairy was looking rather amused. However, her eyes were glowing a dangerous green. She was on edge… she had heard of the Blood Bandit. As had everyone.

“I didn’t steal it, he bet it! Sure, I cheated, but he cheated first. It’s all fair and square. I was just a better cheater than him.”

“Screw off Alex. Or whatever you’re calling yourself now.”

“See ya then. I’ll be back…” Cain stood with a groan, tossing his money onto the table. Blood Bandit… what a pain in the *ss. SRA was pretty annoying too. He could hardly walk into a casino without a reprimand. Of course… he had been banned from Las Vegas entirely after the… ah… incident. Well… the SRA was a nice job. He could go about his business, got paid fairly well, although not amazingly, and got to meet lots of impressionable supernatural ladies. All the beautiful ladies.

Lots of the SRA had cut and run after the incident with the fairy. Pathetic bastards. Cain shook his head. He might as well show his face at HQ to show everyone he, of all people, was still around. He whistled, and a little puppy ran in. A little Daschund, of all things. But if anyone could look past the glamour, they would see the massive, bear-sized, and quite ferocious hellhound. Always best to have a guard dog. And hellhounds were nice. Just like real dogs, they were more loyal than the average demon.

Besides, they could learn your real name and not have a problem with it. Best low-level demons ever.

Cain walked down the street, the little puppy by his side. Several people looked over and smiled at the adorable little dog. Cute little dogs attract girls. Unfortunately, they’re all too often little girls. College ladies would usually stop to look at a dog though. Animals were an excellent talking point. Of course... if they tried to pat the dog, they'd feel the giant hellhound. Hm... he'd need to get better glamours. They say one of the fey in China can make the most amazing glamours...

Well, random warehouse that’s secretly the SRA secret base, ho.

Lost
Somewhere in Virginia

A large blob of flesh sat in a corner, sloughing off large quantities of black, gangrenous flesh. The ground of the deserted building was covered in blood and gore.

Lost mused with a sickening squelch, sliding across the bloody floor. The… Blood Bandit. Stupid! Waste… I prefer… to be alone.

The blob of flesh convalesced, and formed into a roughly humanoid shape. It walked around, details forming, flesh, blood, and bone conforming into proper form. Lost stomped to a closet. Inside were various articles of clothing that had belonged to the Witch that lived here. A witch with ice powers, she had put up quite the fight.

Lost dressed itself, and now looked no different from a regular human being. A woman in her mid forties, a little chubby, but with a keen look in her eye. “MeLOdY. meLoDY. MELody. Melody. Melody.” Lost modified the vocal cords until the voice sounded right.

Lost walked out the door, and got in Melody’s car. He revved the engine, and tore off at maximum speed, leaving skid marks on the road.

The police noticed the car moving at 120 mph. They gave chase, and stopped the car. Inside, there was a woman. The woman turned, smiled, and her head opened up into a mouth.

Screams rent the silent road, and a policeman wearing ill-fitting clothes left the scene, driving at maximum speed towards D.C.

The SRA were in D.C. The Blood Bandit could be found by following the SRA. And when Lost found this ‘Bandit’… “Food! Food like all the others!”

 

[Pokefan0234]

((OOC: Well, I promised myself I wouldn't write a 6-page post, and what did I do? I wrote a 5-page, going-on-6 one. >.< Aw well, that's what I get for playing two characters...

For those of you who are interested in visiting Flum's store of various knickknacks, feel free to bunny Drew. The store is about ten minutes from the SRA headquarters. Obviously, you can't buy anything you'd like there, but it's possible to find something worthwhile beneath all the trash. Flum's room is off-limits, (unless you can figure out the riddle, of course. =) ))

Tuesday, Day 2, 8:30 a.m.

oO0 Scer 0Oo
In A Secluded Area of Rock Creek Park, Washington D.C.

“So, how does it look?” Scer added, “I-I mean, if you’re into looks. N-not to say that you're not into looks, because actually you look beautiful - n-not that I was staring at your or anything because you were beautiful, though y-you are pretty beautiful.” A sheepish chuckle escaped his lips, and against his better judgment, he switched to another topic, “It’s really not a lot of trouble to j-join. The B-blood bandit is always looking for new recruits, you know. … Unless you already knew, then there would be no point in me telling you…”

It wasn’t his fault that he was socially inept. Usually, the conversations he had with others weren’t nearly as awkward. But Blood Bane had made the choice to put him in the line of recruitment these past few days, knowing full well that he was about as conversational as a handful of dirt. He’d given him precise orders – convince others to join, or be thrown into the Blood Bandits fireplace. And as if things couldn’t get worse, he’d been given the target of a dryad. In a forest. With plants.

It wasn’t his fault. Honest.

The dryad before him stared at the piece of paper in her hand, her slanted green eyes scanning over the message he had given her. To most supes, she would have been a treasure. An impossible beauty surrounded her, only magnified by the cradle of colorful flowers she rested upon. But Scer was not quite the average supe. To him, beauty was merely a word, and not that attribute that most males sought out for.

“This is… all very interesting…” the dryad spoke. In the back of his mind, Scer practically melted. She didn’t seem sold on the idea at all. What would he tell Blood Bane if she said no? Oh no… oh no no no…

Slowly, she folded up the paper in her hands, setting it down on a rock nearby. “Now, you said… that if I joined… you would deliver the message to the Blood Baron personally?”

Scer nodded vigorously. “Yes, yes… I’m a messenger, and that’s what messengers do. Deliver messages.” He smiled again, desperately trying to hide the lie he was spinning. Honestly, he’d never seen the Blood Baron before in his life. But the less this supe knew about his position in the Bandits, the more likely she’d listen to him.

Smiling, the dryad stood up, emitting a great force of her feminine charms in his direction. In response, Scer just stared. He opened his mouth to tell her that he was an ethereal being and that he didn’t have romantic urges, but the supe spoke before he had a chance to correct her.

“Lovely…” she came in closer, causing Scer to lean back a good 45 degrees in order to avoid her face. Perhaps this was his punishment for disguising himself as a dryad. He made a mental note to create an uglier guise the next time he was forced into a conversation like this.

“I’m sure… that the Director will love meeting you…”

“…Wait, wha-“ Scer began. His words were stopped cold as a thousand needles gorged into his back. The feeling in his body left him in an instant; paralyzed, he tumbled into the sharpened edges of the grass. From the corners of his vision, he could see a dozen tree roots escaping from the ground, wrapping around and around him until the only thing in his sight was the darkness that had captured him.

Vicious laughter echoed from above his cocoon. This whole affair… it had all been a trap, hadn’t it? Great. Just great. If he wound up bound and gagged at the SRA, Blood Bane would kill him. … Then again, Blood Bane would probably kill him anyway, just for feigning his importance in the organization. He shuddered at the thought of his crystallized remains being used to power the Blood Bandits reading lamp…

The roots tightened on his body, slowly dragging themselves into the ground. In a wave of panic, Scer deformed, turning himself into his gaseous state. He squeezed through the crevices in the branches, leaving behind the liquid poison that had been flooding through his system, and made his way into the air like smoke.

“What…?” He could hear the dryad mumbling to herself, probably wondering why his body was smoking all of a sudden. Carefully, she peeled back the roots, her eyes widening at the sight of Scer’s missing form, which had rematerialized a few good paces out of her sight. A wave of curses swarmed his hearing as he leapt into the shadows, reappearing as a crow on the other side of the darkness.

From the edge of the park he flew, making his way into the suburban area – and away from any kind of plant-life. Poison, infatuation, suffocation… he was lucky to be a Shade, even if he had the strength of a human toddler. As soon as he was a safe distance from the park, he dived into an alley and landed on the inside of a trash can. At least he was safe from supes in here…

He sighed, shivering away his last encounter. He hated supes. He really hated supes. No matter what their species, no matter what their temperament, they always wound up trying to kill him. Though he didn’t agree with the Blood Bandits practices, he shared one common sentiment – that it would be beneficial for the supernatural community to come out of hiding. That way, in the midst of the chaos, all the humans would gather up their weapon and fire-making devices and burn all the supe populations to the ground.

They’d burn every last one. He’d make sure of it.

His thoughts were broken by a loud ringing echoing in his ears. Groaning, he sunk his hand into his ink-like body and pulled out a cell phone, rumbling with the urgency of a new order. Despite the fact that the device was covered completely in rubber, Scer didn’t trust it; like all technology, there was always the possibility of it spontaneously combusting. In order to be safe, he pulled a pencil out of his form as well, and, using the rubber tip of the utensil, opened up the message.

To Scer, Blood Bane had 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.

Tomorrow. Always until tomorrow. Scer sighed. Blood Bane always kept him on such a tight leash… didn’t he know that he needed time to prepare for social interaction? And he’d bet that the three Assassins listed in the message had an extra day to complete their missions…

... But it wasn't like he could complain. He was still alive, after all. At least, for now. He could only imagine what Blood Bane would do if he came to "help" him, (though he was fairly certain that it involved the use of matches.)

Sighing, he pocketed the phone and pencil, and leaned on the sides of the trash can, perplexed. How in the world would he convince an SRA agent – of all supes – to turn to the dark side? Cookies wouldn’t do the trick, that was certain. He was a horrible conversationalist; more likely than not, he’d wind up on the side of the SRA, rambling nonsense to their leader.

To make matters worse, he didn’t know of any specific SRA agents – nor did he know of a way to find out such information. Blood Bane and the Assassins had intel – he, however, had to supply his own information. It would take days for him to gather enough information on the SRA, days that he did not have. And it wasn’t like he could just waltz up to any random supe and demand information. There wasn’t anyone he could talk to…

Well… there was that supe.

Only a few supe knew about him, the freelancer with a tendency to steal information from both the Bandits and the SRA. He was a vicious, cold-blooded killer, a merciless fighter that left his victim’s remains scattered across the ground like rubbish. And to make matters worse, it was nearly impossible to contact the creature. He knew where the process started, but the end result always had consequences...

Still… did he have a choice?

Sighing, he returned to his form as a crow and dove out of the trash can, flying towards the border of Maryland.

The creature had a name, didn’t it? Let’s see… oh, that’s right. He called himself…

/^\ Flum /^\
Bethesda, Maryland

On the outside, “Best Pawn and Thrift” looked like any other business on the suburban city street. True to its name, it carried a large selection of human goods, all of which were fit snugly into its small space. Shelves groaned from the weight of the objects that lay strewn upon them, and boxes were stacked into neat, mix-matched piles. Though it lacked in its organizational skills, it was a quaint store visited by many but frequented by few.

The store turned off its lights at 8:00 at night, but it never actually closed. Instead, it opened its back doors to its other customers – the supernatural community. A winding staircase led down to the true store, a colossal thrift store swarming with various knickknacks and whatchamacallits. Human goods were sold here, along with various artifacts and objects used only by the supernatural community. A variety of currencies were used here, though it was preferable to use human dollars.

Another staircase, hidden behind several towers of stuff, led to the second floor of the store. The entirety of this floor was empty, composed of only a door leading to another room. This was the room of Flum, the store’s proprietor. Rumors had spread about the Bethesda supernatural community that the mysterious supe had a treasure trove of information about the SRA and the Bandits. In order to deter those looking for such information, the door was fitted with a powerful curse that caused hallucinations and pain in those that tried to enter the room in any way, shape, or form. It was a protective barrier, but apparently a weak one – as Drew liked to say, “That ashy door is open to everyone at an IQ over 16.”

As there was daylight, the human face of the store was open. Drew, a vampiric teenager and the sole employee of the store, sat behind the dull counter of the pawn shop, guarding the valuables under its glass outlining with trademark uncaring. Only the strangest of bargain hunters came to the store so early in the morning – elderlies mostly, speckled with single women and men employed at the museums in D.C.

Drew leaned on a wall nearest to the counter, pressing the buttons on his handheld console with the rapidity of a pro gamer. He was in the middle of a very important Pokémon battle between himself and a complete stranger; his physical sweeper had hit the dust, and he had been reduced to stalling tactics using his Jellicent. Only one person had entered the store, an elderly lady with a walker. She looked as though she might have a stroke any minute – and, at the rate she was going, would probably would reach the end of her life by the time she left the store.

“Hurry it up, grandma,” Drew mumbled under his breath, drawing the curious glance of the old lady to his dull figure. Immediately, he regretted his decision; as soon as the words left his mouth, the Bluetooth in his ear buzzed with an inevitable nag.

“Oh, Dreeeeeewww-eeeww!~” Flum’s singsong voice flowed from the other end of the line. Drew flinched at the sudden shouting in his ears, “That’s no way to treat a customer!~”

Growling, Drew turned back to the elderly lady, “Please, take your time,” he said in his most disgusting, respectful voice he could swallow. The woman turned back to her slow and steady shopping procedure.

How the heck did he hear that?! Drew thought, but he answered his own question. Flum was an expert at being… well, a creeper, what with his acute senses and his fetish for stalking others. It wouldn’t have surprised him is Flum had been standing next to him the entire time.

A bell sounded by the front door, signaling that the woman had left. Sighing at a lost deal, Drew returned his attention to the game at hand. He raised a finger to press a move, only to have the game click another one by itself. Instintively, he spun around in his chair, spotting the furry ears of his eccentric friend in the lower corner of his vision.

Glaring down at the furry, rabbit-like creature, Drew muttered, “Thanks,” in his usually sarcastic way. Flum flashed a smile of innocence; it was his usual expression, an amiable, “who-could-possibly-think-I’m-evil” sort of grin that disarmed even the most serious of supes.

“No problem, friend!~” Flum sang, hopping up onto the counter for a better view of the tall vampire’s face, “But you must end your battle quickly~… for I have news of great importance!~”

“Yeah, that’s great,” Drew muttered under his breath, trying to undo the damage Flum had caused. He cringed as his Jellicent faded into the ground, defeated. “ What did you find, Flum?”

Smiling, Flum produced a piece of paper from behind his back and flung the white sheet into Drew’s lap. Grumbling, Drew picked up the paper and examined it with as little interest as possible.

“… You found a free trip to Hawaii. Great.” He muttered, shoving the paper back into Flum’s many hands.

“Ah-ah-ah!~” Flum said, waggling a finger in Drew’s irritated face, “This is not your ordinary pamphlet, friend!~ This is…” he paused, as it to build suspense, “… A pamphlet for the Blood Bandits!”

“Oooooohhh.” The vampire waved a hand in the air, feigning his care, “How exciting.”

Flum frowned. “You do not think my find is valuable?~”

Sighing, Drew leaned forward in his chair, closing his gaming device in his hands. “Look…” he began, “You’ve been looking for information about the Blood Bandits and the SRA for months now, and all you’ve been finding are names. Nothing else. And it’s not like we’ve even sold any of those names,” he sighed, then added, “No one’s figured out how to open that cursed door yet.”

A smile returned on Flum’s face. “Well, that is because your riddle is not very simple.” he stated. Drew turned to glare at him.

“It involves basic arithmetic and knowledge of the ASCII system!” the vampire exclaimed, “How the heck is that not simple?!”

“Because many people do not know how to count by sixteen.~”

Growling, Drew leaned back on the wall behind him. “Weren’t you going somewhere today?” He asked, hoping that the yellow rabbit would remember some mission and leave him be. Flum paused, tapping his foot against the top of the counter like another famous rabbit as he thought.

“… Oh!” Flum started, “The opening sequence of the SRA!” And, with the thought now fresh in his mind, he disappeared into the air and sped off, jingling the bell to the door as he did so.

Sighing, Drew turned on his game again and picked another move. Leave it to Flum to make everything difficult…

 

[aggiegwyn]

OoC: Well, I might as well take advantage of my two characters. Oh, and I made this post with the iPad.

Kotommo "Tom", riding a plane to the closest airport.
Tom has never rode on a plane before, and hoped he never would again. First of all, it's hard to keep a human body while keeping still and quiet. He was so used to moving, talking. He would love to talk to the older man sitting beside him in the airplane, but the man was sleeping. So, for the next hour Tom was going to be sitting on a plane, with nothing to do but think.

And thinking was hard. No, not because of low intelligence, but because thinking of something always led to thinking of her, and how he couldn't protect her. How he couldn't save her. Heck, he was thinking of it now. But he had to avoid it, because losing his cool could end up in him returning to his original form, which would probably turn out bad, sine Tom was a three eyed, elf eared, red armed Triclops. Yah, he'd probably get thrown out of the plane. And he would die.

Speaking of dying, Tom made a mental note of himself to take an animal heart when he arrived. Although taking hearts from lesser creatures avoided guilt, it didn't last as long. Nowadays Tom was picking up animal hearts once every one or two years. Working in the SRA may not give him a chance to do so, so he made another note to kill something bigger. Suddenly taking a plane to the city was a bad idea. He'd be lucky to find a squirrel and that would probably last him only six months. He sighed. His mistake, so it would have to do.

An hour of thinking later, the plane arrived. He picked up his bag and headed out, really only carrying clothes and cleaning nessesities. Oh, and of course the paper with the adress of the secret warehouse or whatever.

Working in a factory didn't give him a high salary, so unless he wanted to survive on raw animal this week, which he didn't, he was going to have to skip the taxi ride and walk. He was going to walk nineteen blocks with his bag full of stuff. Now that he thought about it, raw animal may not be too bad. But he dismissed the thought, and headed for the streets. Luckily, he didn't have to cross any free ways, so his walk home was only interrupted by traffic on the old streets of DC. He had visited this place once, a long time ago. Some of the places he went to where still there, and some were replace with newer places.

It was getting late by the time he was even close to the warehouse, if you could even call seven blocks close, and Tom sat on a bench to catch some of his breath before continuing.

He bent over and zipped open his bag to check the a dress once more, even though by now he had it completely memorized. He sighed, seeing the same address as the one in his head and out the paper back into th bag and sat back up. He sighed and turned to see a young woman sitting next to him. She must have been crazy, dying her hair green like that. He couldn't see her eyes, but he didn't exactly want to.

He stood up, feeling strangely afraid and began walking away.

Before he knew it, the night was lit up by fire burning the grass surrounding him, and his human cover was lost.


Aroma Robinson, a Witch Assasin

Aroma received the text on her phone the day before. She decided on a man who was luckily in her area. He was a Triclops, a race that had a nag for killing, and rarely joined the SRA. But it was no matter, since having him on her side or killing him herself would be quite enjoyable.

She sat far apart on the plane, not wanting to get his attention yet. She would wait until he was alone, and then confront him, and if he said no, kill him. Most of her wished he would say no. It was much more fun to kill higher races, and she hadn't killed a Triclops before. Unfortunate little things, always hiding in their caves.

She followed him all the way until he sat on the bench. While he was busy with something in his bag, she silently swat next to him, not revealing her face just yet. She kep her hat down and grinned maniacally.

He walked away, as she expected. All creatures were strange about interaction at some point. As he walked away, she stood and launched a slick of fire onto the grass in front of him, just to give him a little chill. He turned in shock an fire, finally getting rid of the human disguise and revealing his true form.

She could tell when he saw her eyes, it was the usual, he opened his own cat-like eyes in shock. She grinned wider. She took out the fire with a wind spell and smiled.

"Ah. So the cards are set on the table." She said with a smile. The boy relaxede and laughed nervously, but obviously was no longer afraid.

"Oh, so your a Witch. The name's Tom." he said, holding out his hand, she giggled and shook her head, as if what he had said was a child's mistake.

"I know that already. Instead, why don't you tell me about your...motivation for joining this government group?" she asked simply. The young man gulped, and his eyebrows crossed with his frowning expression.

"Why are you here?" he asked cautiously, but with an edge. She smiled. Good, she was worried he wouldn't be a challenge.

"Well, if you really must know, I have come here to see if you had another choice in mind for your occupation. A smarter choice." she explained, giving the last part and edge.

"What other choice?" Tom asked.

She lit small fire on here index finger, and watched the flame float above the finger.

"The Blood Bandits. We fight for what is truly right, the freedom of those who are more than human," She began, flicking out the fire. "and dispose of those who oppose us."

The man shook his head.

"No, I think I'll stick with my original idea." he answered turning around to walk away again.

She threw the fire in front of him again.

"Sorry, but we Bandits don't take no for an answer." Aroma stated with a smile before racing towards the man with a flame in her hand.


Tom, a future SRA Agent fighting a witch on the streets.

Fire appeared before him again, and he turned to see the witch was racing towards him with fire in her hands. Well, this was turning out well so far.

He turned back and grabbed his bag, then jumped over the small wall of flames and started running. Worrying about people seeing him in his original form wasn't so important anymore.

He raced down the street, turning back every once in a while to see if the woman was catching up with him.

Running straight down the street wasn't working. He needed some kind of diversion, something to slow her down. He looked wround him for something, anything to stop this ridiculous chase. There was nothing, until he looked to his left to see an alleyway. That would at least put him out of sight for a while.

Thank fully the street was empty, so running across wasn't terrible. However, he saw that the woman behind him was doing just as well, and maybe even better.

He slipped through the alleyway to reveal a busy street, and a sign farther down on the opposite side that said "Wineary"

The idea popped in his head sighing seconds, and he ran into the street.

He ran fast enough to avoid the lanes, but he was running to fast to turn, so instead if going around the car parked on the curb, he jumped over it, sliding on the top.

He looked back to see if he even need to run any farther, to see if the witch was run over. That was hardly the case. She simply made the fire in her hands bigger, causing the humans to slam the breaks on their cars in disbelief.

He ran down the street, going faster than he ever had before, and ran inside the vineyard store. Immediately screams filling the small building, and yells amid threats filled it even more when he took two wine bottles from the shelf.

He ran back outside, and kept running down the streetm even though by now the woman was only a few feet behind him.

She threw fire in front of him again, just as he expected. He jumped over it and continued running before throwing the wine bottles behind him, causing an explosion.

His bag was probably fried by now, but at least he was safe.

He ran the next two blocks, and made it to the warehouse by midnight. He had no clothes, no cleaning stuff, and no address, but he was safe, and he had memorized the address, so everything was fine.

He knocked on the warehouse door, ready to head somewhere safe.


Aroma Robinson

Aroma growled as the uncontrollable flames brewed before her. By the time she had put out the flames with another wind spell, she had lost the boy. Oh well, she could always find some other meat to kill.

 

[Niihyl]

Cain Orlowe
Why the heck is the city IN FLAMES

Cain walked leisurely down the road, deciding to pass by the old Winery. Maybe pick up a bottle of nice, sweet Riesling. As he walked, he noticed that the Winery was on fire. Well, it wasn’t too bad. Wine wasn’t particularly flammable, not at the level vodka was. This kind of conflagration, which died down suddenly in a gust of wind, wasn’t natural.

No… it was Supernatural.

He placed a hand on his gun, and undid the safety. The Daschund Hellhound growled, and they moved towards the Winery. He noticed a large boy running off into the distance, towards the SRA HQ. Well, there goes all the secrecy. Inside the Winery was a woman, with green hair of all things, scowling furiously.

A witch. Likely a fire-witch. Potentially skilled with wind as well. Dual-element witches were a pain in the *ss. Hey, maybe she was a friend. Not likely. SRA agents didn’t burn down buildings.

“Hello beautiful. Your skin looks gorgeous by firelight,” Cain drawled, kneeling and etching a circle around himself. “Why would a pretty witch like you be blowing buildings up?”

The circle was complete. Now for a pentagon inside the circle… “Why don’t you come with me? I’m sure we could have a wonderful time together. Why, our passion would be… burning. Anyway, identify yourself.” Cain smirked, finishing his circle. He drew a ceremonial knife and slit his palm, allowing blood to drop into the pentacle.

“Aranearum ab inferis surgere, ut interficeret inimicorum. Caperent in maledictionem inimicorum filum. Venae sanguinem bibant vitae!” Cain’s eyes turned dead black. The ritual was prepared… if the woman made any threat, he’d be ready.

 

[Kiruria]

The setting was a little cafe in Washington DC. For a place in the middle of the capital city, it had a nice homey air about it. Though it was a hole-in-the-wall place, there was a little patio area in the back, situated in a "donut hole" surrounded by tall buildings. The tallest building on this block was blocking the morning sun, casting a mellow shade about the patio. Around the edge of the patio was a short brick wall, atop which a few pigeons were walking. There was a pleasantly sweet scent about the patio, due in part to the jasmine bushes situated just past the brick wall. This patio had several tables on it, some with large beach umbrellas over them. At this hour the cafe was modestly busy, though only two tables on opposite sides of the patio were occupied.

One of the parties sitting at such a table consisted of three men in their mid or late twenties. There was a short one with an almost feminine appearance, given his long black ponytail and the fact that he wore green eyeshadow. There was a skinny one dressed all in black and wearing glasses. And there was a rather large man in braided hair and a kilt, a sheathed sword attached to the left side of his belt. A waiter who had just walked up to the table, carrying a few plates with food on them, was just remarking on this sword.

"Oh, it's purely ornamental, you see," its owner replied. "I am a collector of fine blades and I much enjoy fencing, so I carry this rapier around with me so that people may catch of a glimpse of my passions before they even get to know me."

Merlin and Lupin grinned, while the waiter merely raised an eyebrow.

"Well then," the waiter announced, deciding to ignore the swordsman's statement, "one Florentine omelet... one fresh fruit crepe... and one ham and egg croissant." After handing out the breakfasts, he left the patio promptly, wanting not much more to do with this odd trio.

"I must say, Halberd," Merlin mused, while an apple slice rose from his plate with no utensil support, "I've never heard you make such a witty introduction. The saying is true, then, that one performs the most marvelous feats when acting out of their deepest passions. Ah, which reminds me, you have your very first fencing tournament tonight, do you not?"

"Well, I do," Halberd replied after swallowing his first bite of omelet, "but I decided that I'm not going to show up." Merlin gave him a look of surprise. "Truth is, I'm thinking of hanging 'round here for a while. Thought I'd stick around to provide assistance to this investigation of a supernatural threat."

Merlin and Lupin looked at each other, both puzzled.

"Surely you don't mean that, mate, though I must say I am flattered." Merlin placed his hand over his heart, and let the apple slice fall back onto his plate. "Your father would need to work extra hours in the auto shop without having you around to assist him, yet you decide that the need of a friend is of greater importance."

"Well, I don't mean that I'll be with you all the time," Halberd corrected. "Besides, I doubt it would be a good idea for the SRA to know about us. I'll be operating mainly from my apartment, so I can still be working at the shop. This way I can have easy access to our technology base, should you two ever need any information from it."

"You do realise that we're not dealing with Digimon here," Lupin commented, not sounding pleased at all. "Attempting to hack into anything will not be of much use here, unless you plan to use the city surveillance to our advantage."

"There's an idea," said Halberd, pointing a thoughtful finger at the thoughtful thief. "And besides, we're all Black Cat Bandits. We're all a closely-knit family, practically. Any information that passes through one of us passes through all of us. Now if only Warren weren't so busy nowadays, he could be a part of this as well."

Not another word was spoken for quite some time, for words and food should not occupy a mouth at the same time. On several occasions Merlin had fun playing with the grapes surrounding his crepe, making them float into many interesting patterns such as a happy face. It helped that his back was turned to the other group on the patio, so nobody over there would witness his telekinetic display. At one point he even made a croissant flake fly off of Lupin's plate and land in front of one of the pigeons.

Lupin could tell that Merlin was excited about solving the supernatural mystery the SRA was involved in: he always had a habit of toying around with his powers like that whenever he was in a jolly mood. And he always did so in such a way that muggles would either not see it or think someone was physically throwing things. Lupin just had to admire him for taking such things into consideration, though he still scowled at the unnecessary waste of a bunch of grapes. Morning was always a slow time for Lupin anyway, a time when he was a bit grouchier than usual. It wasn't because he was reluctant to wake up--in fact he had been awake since just after sunset yesterday, deciding to search the city for supernatural clues in the middle of the night. In a couple of hours it would be time for him to go to bed, provided the SRA didn't force him to stay awake in the middle of the day.

For a long time Lupin gazed at the tallest building on the block, despising the sunny glow slowly creeping out from behind it. While doing so, his thoughts turned to Yamiko, his missing girlfriend. Where in the world could she have disappeared to? She was neither in the Mystic Sanctuary nor in her college dorm, nor had she returned any messages the other Black Cat Bandits had sent her. In fact, her cell phone had apparently been off this whole time. Halberd had suggested that she might be on a trip somewhere and her phone had died, or maybe she lost it given her bad luck. But still, Yamiko was one of the most sensible people Lupin had ever met, and a sensible person would have gone to a location where others she knew would find her. Instead, she had been missing for a couple of weeks now.

What if she had been kidnapped or something? And what if the kidnapper was a supe who was associated with whoever made the bloody threat to the SRA? If the latter was the case, Yamiko might be dead by now. Or worse, her kidnapper might have been Silent Sadie, the assassin who tortured Lupin in her secret basement only months ago. He sincerely hoped that that was not the case. With the possible exception of enemies who stood in his way, he would never wish the pain that he had suffered then on anyone else. A fearful chill shot through his body, as it did whenever his mind passed too close to memories like that. For minutes he sat still with his hands in his lap, his thoughts either flashing quickly before him or swirling into a meaningless haze.

"You know, Lupin," Halberd interjected after several minutes, pointing a fork at him, "I didn't order that croissant for you so that you could just leave it on your plate. And don't tell me you're not hungry--I'm getting tired of that excuse."

"And I'm getting tired of both of you always pressuring me to eat," Lupin retorted.

"Ah, I wonder if You-Know-Who's influence on you is still lingering..." Merlin pondered, gazing curiously at the dark and quivering appearance Lupin's aura had taken on.

"Perhaps this will cheer you up," Halberd commented, sounding as if he had just remembered something important. He rummaged around in his satchel for a while, eventually handing Lupin a pair of what at first appeared to be black leather tubes. "I got these for you just the other day, figuring they would come in handy should you encounter any supes who want to attack you. I'm pretty sure they should fit snugly around your forearms. In fact, let me show you how to put them on..."

Halberd spent the next few moments rolling back the sleeves of Lupin's coat, fastening the simple gauntlets around his arms. He laced them up on the sides, explaining to him that the gap should be where the least amount of flesh is exposed. When that was done he pulled Lupin's sleeves back down, covering these armoured additions up completely.

"I know from experience that the arm is the target of opportunity," Halberd was explaining. "And if it gets slashed or bitten deeply enough, it can sometimes result in restricted movement in the hands. I know that you wouldn't want that to happen."

Lupin nodded in agreement, and a smirk played across his face. As an afterthought, he reached into a pocket on the inside of his coat, taking out some money and handing it to Halberd.
"And this is to help with your rent. The SRA won't be paying you, after all."

Halberd's eyes widened for a brief moment. "A hundred dollars," he muttered. "You had quite a successful night, didn't you?"

"I split the other half with Merlin of course," Lupin added. "I really hit the jackpot earlier in the evening, when all the tourists were still out and about. It seems they feel safer when they're in a capital city, so they don't guard their pockets very well."

After a muttering of thanks, Halberd stood up, glancing at his watch. "Well, it's almost 8:30 now, so I'm gonna go take care of the check now. When I get back, that croissant had better be gone. And Merlin, you better straighten out that spoon before a waiter finds out."

As Halberd was walking away, Merlin took a brief look at the spoon Halberd mentioned. Only recently had he been able to use his psychokinetic abilities to bend a spoon like that, for it was much easier just to move small objects around. In fact, he had also found out that only metallic objects could be distorted like that, given the free electrons present in the material. And it still required a significant amount of focus to do so, so it certainly wasn't something he would be playing around with on too regular a basis.

After he had finished straightening out the spoon, Merlin took a look at Lupin, who had just finished a few hurried bites of the croissant. He tossed the rest behind a jasmine bush and proceeded to finish his tea. But then something caught Merlin's eye: a brief flash of something, coming from behind one of the bushes. Leaning closer to whatever it was, he moved his hand over to his left hip, ready to draw out his athame at any moment.

"What is it?" Lupin asked him, not seeing anything wrong at all.

"I do believe we have a spy among us..." Merlin whispered to him.
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OOC: I don't have any plans for who that spy is, hint hint.

 

[lawmaster]

Lucas white, aklut, on a patio, in wolf form hidden as a dog

This is so boring Lucas thought as he hid behind a bush. I need to be able to do something, like kill or capture them. As Lucas simply just kept listening a piece of food was flicked at him. So he jumped a little thinking it could have been a bomb. Then one of the supes at the table said "I think there is a spy among us." With that Lucas knew he had to get out of there so he decided he would pretend he was a normal stray lost in the city. So he grabbed the food in his mouth and dragged it out with a fake limp and slowly walked away but then one of them said "Why does that dog has red eyes." Lucas knew that he would be caught if he didn't escape. Lucas knew only one thing would save him so he burst into wolf mode for a mere 3 seconds jumped off the patio and when he hit the ground was a normal dog. He took off through the crowd making sure they wouldn't know where he was. He looked up and saw the group looking confused "They will never know who is following them." That is when someone walked right behind him and said "Quite a show you put on." Lucas jumped back and looked it was only leaf "Do that again leaf and I swear." "You know you love me," Leaf said mockingly. "But seriously who are you spying on?" leaf asked "A small group one of them is human but seems to know about supes and there are two wizards." "That seems interesting lets spy on them a little more." So the two went in to spy a bit.

 

[treespyro]

Penelope Gallen
Washington D.C:

"It is actually funny" a young woman thought to herself looking through a window. She was dressed in a dark blue blouse with a black skirt that went past her thighs. She had long straight bright copper red hair styled in a way where a blue headband keeps it in check. She had simple silver earrings, a silver necklace and a dark blue bracelet on her left wrist. "Just another day in a life of a girl who's job makes no sense to the world" she muttered to herself. She had an American valley girl accent mixed in with an Australian one as well.

Her name was Penelope Gallen. Born in Brisbane, Australia. The young lady was the daughter of a government agent from Canada and a musician from Monaco. An odd mix but the Australian born woman looked down at her coffee while she sat at a diner waiting for time to fly. She always asked herself how a human can get a gig like this. Penelope wasn't something special but she had good looks, teamwork skills and physical prowess but other than that compared to any other human there wasn't much difference. However the red head did have an advantage and that was connections.

Since the previous government was close to her father because of the connections between Canada and the United States. Penelope's father managed to sneak her name out there. She had credentials though, she could in fact recite 17 languages from around the human world, she worked in the fashion business, she had degrees in political science, social science and law which is an advantage of course. She had gotten an internship working the with government while she was completing her degree. So Penelope worked hard and used her connection wisely but the question to her was "Why me?"

Why out of all the possible humans did the SRA pick her. Penelope knew that she wasn't anything special. She wasn't smart, she was a physical ditzy girl which works in very odd ways. The only thing she could think of was connections and that's about it. She thought she could land a job that wasn't so secretive let alone different in its role. Penelope looked at the clock at the diner. "Well I guess I have to go" she muttered as she got up and tripped over herself. "Heh whoops" Penelope giggled nervously.

After she left the diner, Penelope received a text from her father. "Your mother and I are proud. Remember always go with the book unless your instincts are there. Also don't get involved with the males, you don't know where they have been. This isn't like your professor...yes I know. Also remember your job is a secret. You can thank me later, Penelope. Good luck" she read the text in her mind. "How on Earth did he know?" she asked herself. It was her gut feeling though. She had to have gotten this job with her father's connections, there is no other alternative. "Couldn't he get me something more normal" she thought to herself.

The red head then managed to survive the harsh winter morning in order to get to her destination. "Woah it looks like a warehouse...oh wait it is" she laughed at herself. She then looked around to make sure that no one was around her. "Ummm how does this open?" she asked herself. She shrugged as she kicked the door to no avail. "Oh there is a handle" she discovered. Penelope managed to finally get inside eventually. "Oh you guys really have made it difficult to get inside here. It took me a long time" Penelope was simply a clumsy idiot with no common sense however she was actually pretty book smart which is rarely shown.

 

[aggiegwyn]

Tom, future SRA Agent trying to get inside a secret base.

Tom banged on the door, but nothing was working. He took a deep breath, trying to figure out what to do. Ah, regain human form. That would help with matters. He calmed himself and turned into a short portly man with circular specticals. He grinned, regaining his cool and looked for a way inside.


He found an actual door on the other side, and knocked. That didn't get a response, so he simply opened the handle. It was still late at night, but now that he thought about, it may actually be early morning. He looked around the room to find a clock hanging on the wall. It was five in the morning. The sun was just rising.

"Hello?" He asked the room, expecting no answer, since this room was empty.

A door opened and two women came out. One looked particularly happy and bubbly, while the other seemed to hold more confidence and authority.

"Who are you?" The more confident women asked.

Tom had a feeling that these women were in charge of this whole SRA ideal, so he let go of his human disguise, revealing his original form.

"Oh, you must be Kotommo. I'm Director Azeur, and this is your team leader, Kitt Morrison, but you can call her mamm." She said, shaking his hand with a serious expression.

"Hi, please call me Tom...mamm." He said, shaking the hand back with a smile. The Director nodded and left, leaving Tom and Kitt alone.

"Come on, I'll show you were you'll be living."

Tom sighed in relief at that. He was planning on having a second job, but living here was okay. She led him down a hallway into an office with bunk beds set in the corner.

"Okay, this is where we start, so I'll just leave you to pack..." Tom saw her glance around for a bag of his, but all of his stuff was currently burnt to crisp, so he would just have to use his last few bucks for different nessesities. Maybe a cheap t-shirt. How much would twenty bucks last in a city like this?

"Or...just get used to the room." Kitt finished. Before she left he wanted to say thank you, so he did so.

"Thank you, mamm." She closed the door behind her, leaving the room to himself. He laid on the bed and decided to let himself rest. He could catch an animal tomorrow. He probably had a week to live.


***


Aroma Robinson, Blood Bandit on the streets of DC

Aroma was goiong to pay for losing that Triclops, but she promised to find him later, and end him. All the sudden, her mother was beside her. She was in her usual attire, a messy t-shirt and bellbottom jeans, and sticking the needle in her arm. Just the sight of the drug reminded Aroma of her addiction, so she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and pulled on out, putting the box back in her pocket. She lit it with her finger. She was going to ask her mom to split some of the stuff she had, when she heard a voice behind her.

“Hello beautiful. Your skin looks gorgeous by firelight,” Aroma took the cigarette out of her mouth and laughed. She blew out the smoke as she turned around to get a good look at the guy. “Why would a pretty witch like you be blowing buildings up?”

Aroma turned to her mother to see if she if she reacted to the comment. Nope, know she was sitting on the ground, playing with the ashes. As Aroma caught her eye her mother began to speak.

"You know, Contractors can be very powerful people. You should entertain him in order to gain his power." Her mother suggested. Aroma could laugh. A Contractor? They weren't even worth her time. They didn't even have magic. They were practically human. She shook her head at her mother, and turned back to the man.

“Why don’t you come with me? I’m sure we could have a wonderful time together. Why, our passion would be… burning. Anyway, identify yourself.” He suggested as he enacted himself with a spell of some sort. His eyes turned black, and his hand was bleeding. Well, she supposed he could be a good recruit aswell.

"Yes...my name isn't very important, only my mission. Only wondering, however," She began, walking towards him slowly, holding her cigarette to the side. "What exactly are you doing, boy? If our "passion" is so great, why bother with your fake magic?" She asked with her smile menacily growing as she stuffed the cigarette back in her mouth. She was only a few feet away from him now, close enough for anything to hit. On both sides.



***


Tom, Future SRA Agent, waking up at the time that Penelope is walking in.


Tom has terrible nightmares. This of course, was one of them.

He was sitting on the couch in his old apartment, watching TV with his passed lover, Eliza. The show was uninteresting, so they decided to make some dinner. Eliza offered to cook, or at least help, but Tom turned it down, thinking it would be nice for her to take a break.

He cooked the meal, test-tasting it ever so often. It was delicious. It was a red soup, but for some reason, Tom didn't think it was tomato.

When he finished, he called Eliza to the dinner table. He didn't noticed until they were finished that her shirt was covered in blood. He asked her what was wrong, unnaturally calm.

Eliza smiled as tears came from her eyes and told him that because she loved him, she had given her heart to him.

"Congratulations," her last words began. "you get to live another generation."

***

He woke up shocked, finding it hard to breathe. He obviously had released his human disguise during the night, seeing as how the sheets were torn apart with his claws. Well, that would have to be his money's worth.

He stepped outside to apologize to the director before seeing a different girl step in. She had coppery hair, and was wearing some sort of jacket and a skirt. She looked as she was in her younger twenties, and seemed to be looking around for someone. Tom was seeing her from the far hallway, so he wasn't surprised that he didn't catch her eye.

"Oh you guys really have made it difficult to get inside here. It took me a long time" The young woman stated as she left herself completely in. He wasn't sure how she would react to seeing a Triclops, so he went back to a human form, turning into a young man with curly brown hair and hazel eyes. That way, his clothes still fit correctly. He buttoned up some of the buttons that lost themselves the previous night, and slipped his shoes back on. Then he flattened his hair to the best of his ability, which didn't do very much at all, and stepped in.

"Hello. Are you a new recruit to?" Tom asked, since due to her previous statement it didn't sound like she had been to the place before.


***



OoC: Sorry it took me so long...

 

[ironknight42]

First Post

OoC: Mabye I missed it but what time of year is it just so it can be described consistantly? Should everyone present a time and day at least for now so we all know when we are? Oh and sorry my LSU is delaying this but I can't neglect this so its going on hold for a while.

Tuesday, Day 2, 7:15 a.m.
Desmond's Hotel Suite, Washington D.C.

Desmond rose, his alarm had long since sounded and he had overslept, he should have been up just over an hour ago. It did not matter now it was done and now he would at least be well rested. His suitcase was laying opened out on the floor, but he had laid out his cloths for today already.

Today he could take it easy, he had told the old man that it would take time to investigate the spirits occupying his house, so he had all the time he could want. He thought all this as headed into the shower planing out his day. What to do? Well he would like to grab a newspaper and probalby go out to breakfast and read the paper there. Then he would spend the rest of his hours looking into that infernal Bandit, he would have to gather information but how to get at it.

Having finished his shower he set out getting dressed, his shoes looked a little dull so he gave them a quick spit shine. Than leaving the bed room he moved out into the small living room and set out from his room all his equiment in tow, with his bag on his shoulder and gun in its holster. Down in the lobby he picked up a paper and tucked that into his bag. Just as he began to walk towards the door though the man at the counter declared "Wait are you Mr. Walsh" he turned around looking at him, what could he want.

As he approached the counter he uttered "In the flesh", wordlessly the man handed him a letter with a some flowery handwriting on it, addressed with soley his name. Within was a letter seemingly written under some sort of stess judging by the script.

Desmond leave the city as fast as you can, odd things are afoot there are rumors about the Blood Bandit, why people are saying a fairy was murdured just last night. I pray you do not become involved it is dangerous for everyone in this city, flee, I know I am.​

It was addressed at the bottom as one of his friends from his travels, whom he had spent some time with, she was a fairy probably the reason she was running scared. Never knew her to be a coward could it be becoming that bad would the streets fill with blood...

No matter he thought as he set out on to the street, if that was the case then this would mark the beggining of his heroes story, and without a doubt he would foil the Blood Bandit one way or another. He corrected himself, first he would have to attend to his stomach, even heroes have to eat, so off to breakfast.

 

[Pokefan0234]

((OOC: @ironknight - From what I know, there's no set time of year, (though I assume its somewhere around spring-summer, where there's generally neutral weather). As for everyone presenting a time... I'd say that you'd only need to post the time if you're a few minutes behind or in front of the rest of the players. Otherwise, you're in present time.

M_M and I are keeping track of the (general) time of the day in our posts.))

Tuesday, Day 2, 8:45 a.m.

oO0 Scer 0Oo
“Best Pawn”, Bethesda, Maryland

A faint jingling sounded from above as Scer stepped into the fairly-lit store. It was a quaint little place, filled to the brim with useless goods and human knickknacks ripe for the picking. Not nearly as big as he had heard, though this was apparently the smallest section of the store – the real deals happened on a subterranean level.

Scer let out a nervous sigh and adjusted the position of his hood. He hated having to disguise himself as a human – honestly, he did. There were so many details he had to pay attention to, so many variables that made their way into his appearance. It was a pain to hold up a costume like this, especially for a lengthy period of time, when his attention might wan and leave some forgotten mark still in its ink-blot form. Besides, it didn’t help him socially in any way; even though he looked human, he still managed to make a fool of himself when trying to gather information.

Oh, how many times he had made a fool of himself…

Slowly, he made his way over to the back of the store, his eyes examining the many objects that lay lying around the shelves. Even for a human market, there was a surprising amount of selection – clothes, toys, tools, machine parts. He picked up what looked like a clock face on a thick band of metal and held it up close to one eye. An intricate little accessory… what was it called? A watch? He fingered the object in his hands, feeling over each small detail. An accessory like this… it didn’t seem hard to mimic. Still, another detail was another detail; it was better for him to keep his human identity as simple as possible. Sighing, he set it back down on the shelf. If only he got a paycheck…

A dull stare greeted him as he approached the counter. “Uh… hey,” Scer said to the boy behind the counter. He seemed fairly old – a teenage human, maybe – and completely bored out of his mind, “I was wondering if-“

“Store’s closed,” the boy cut him off. His head, propped up on one fist, barely moved when he spoke.

Scer stared at him, caught off guard. “But… I… I didn’t…”

“Listen,” the kid began, lifting his head off of his hands with a sigh, “I know what you were going to ask, and I know what you’re looking for.” He leaned in closer, his gaze sharpened into a cold glare, “If you want that type of information, you need to come back later. Got it?”

Scer cringed underneath the kid’s brutal stare. “But I was just-“ he tried again, only to be interrupted once more.

“-Leaving? Then get going.” And the man brushed him off with a wave of his hand.

Now, this was one of those moments where Blood Bane – or any of the Blood Bandits, for that matter – would have told Scer to take this human down. Scare him with his powers, torture the kid until he was laying on the border of life and death. And, though he was a Shade, he did have the strength to beat him senseless. But… what if the kid fought back? Even humans were capable of doing serious damage; why else would the SRA employ them? And it was possible that this guy wasn’t a human at all, but a supe – a vampire, a werewolf, maybe even a demon. Besides… he could come back later, couldn’t he?

“A… alright, then,” he stammered, unsure of what to say. He glanced at the kid once more before giving him a quick nod and heading back to the front of the store, muttering a few “Excuse me’s” along the way.

Once he was outside, Scer ducked into an alley, diving into the comfort of the shadows. Ah… home sweet home. He stripped away his human disguise, leaving him entirely in his humanoid, blob-like form. Now this form he could handle. No perks, no frills… just plain ol’ black. Just proportions. He could do proportions.

He pulled his cell phone out of his arm and checked his messages. Thankfully, nothing new had made its way into his inbox while he was out. He figured that Blood Bane would send him one more message later, probably to ask him about his current standings and whether or not he was being useful, (since the majority of the time, he wasn’t.) Blood Bane… he shivered at the name. Out of all the supes he could get himself mixed up with… and to make things worse, he was close with the actual Blood Bandit. Sure, the werewolf made his life a living hell, but Scer couldn’t begin to imagine what would’ve happened to himself if he refused to pay off his debt…

Sighing at his many predicaments, he pocketed his phone, turned into a crow once again, and flew off toward D.C. . Well, he was out of ideas again. From the looks of it, he’d have to wing it and hope that he stumbled upon an SRA agent in the city. He groaned; city roaming meant more disguises. Aroma, Leaf, and Lucas were probably having an easier time than he was…

~*** 8:55 a.m. ***~

It took him a few minutes to reach the city again. From the air, Scer had a birds-eye view of the people and potential supes below. It wasn’t much of an advantage – most supes took care to hide themselves from the general human public. It’d probably take him an hour or so to find something str- hey, what the heck was going on down there?

Out of the corner of his eye, Scer spotted two people confronting each other on the burnt remains of a downtown Winery. His eyes widened at the sight of a familiar face. Was that… Aroma?! Ohhh… no… Aroma specialized in fire and wind elements. No doubt she was the one who had burned the building to a crisp. He paused in mid-flight, surveying the scene. Perhaps it would be beneficial for him to listen in, see if Aroma’s prey mentioned any more names. Still… this was Aroma he was thinking about. She’d probably launch a fireball at him just for the heck of it.

Silently, he swooped down, landing next to a hole in the ceiling that had been burned out by the past flames. Aroma stood on the far side of the room, a cigarette sitting in her hand. Closer by was a man – get this – wearing some fancy suit, (as if he intended on fighting her in it!) He was the closest thing to a colorless human that Scer had seen; his face, so pale that it looked like someone had drawn his features on a piece of paper and taped it there, stretched into a cocky smirk. In contrast to his cold skin, his unnaturally black suit made it seem like he had just walked out of a black-and-white movie.


“Hello beautiful. Your skin looks gorgeous by firelight.” Oh, great… he was one of those “romantics” he kept hearing about, wasn’t he? Scer half-expected Aroma to slap him in the face with a blast of fire, but she merely laughed the remark off, “Why would a pretty witch like you be blowing buildings up?”

Scer sighed. Knowing Aroma, this conversation would go sour at any moment. There really wasn’t much for him to do here. Unless… He turned toward the man, his eyes narrowed. Perhaps… if he could get a good look… no, that was a bad idea. Pretending to be a man like this… Scer wouldn’t be able to pull it off. But… such a form would work wonders in convincing people to switch sides…

He stuck his head inside the whole for a second, trying to get a good look at the man’s face. He was performing some sort of ritual, drawing symbols on the ground, and therefore had his head turned downward. At least he had a good angle on the man’s back. He copied what he could of the man’s attire and proportions, waiting for him to stand.

“… our passion would be… burning. Anyway, identify yourself.” He stood, revealing his face. But… something was wrong. His eyes…! They were completely black, pupiless, without any sort of white filling. That wasn’t natural for a human… or even a super-powered human, for that matter. It probably had something to do with his powers, powers that Scer knew nothing about. Oh well. Once again, he copied what he could of the man’s attire and facial features, keeping the proportions of the man’s eyes but adding his own human identity’s dark-brown irises.

There. That was enough detail. Smiling, Scer crawled over to the side of the roof and hopped down, his inky form landing softly on the ground below. His gaze wandered to his own reflection, standing at the bottom of a puddle of water. It was… great. Perfect besides the eyes. If he ever met the man again, he would be able to correct that little feature. But for now… he was someone entirely different.

Someone, he realized, that he did not know the name of.

…Uh-oh.

He stepped out onto the street. A name… what kind of doppelganger was he if he didn’t even know the man’s name?! Sighing, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and quickly typed up a text.

To Aroma:

If you’re not busy – though I guess you would be because you’re in the middle of a fight right now – but if you had, like, a break in the fighting or something – but then again, you’d probably use that to set up another magic spell – but if you’re not busy, could you send me the name of that guy with the black irises? Oh, and a picture – if you can snap a picture, since he might be a vampire - but if he’s not a vampire, a picture would be nice – that is, if you have time to send a picture because you’re probably busy fighting this guy – but then again, if you were reading this, you wouldn’t be fighting him-

… Send me a picture? And a name. Oh, and anything else that might be important. You know, if you’re not busy.

He waited for the message to send before putting the phone back into his “pocket.” Now… to mind some kind soul in the SRA who would be desperate enough to talk to him...

 

[Musical Mayhem]

Yup, Pokefan and I are keeping track (mostly) of the time/date. The thing that really matters more than the time is the Day (i.e. Day 2). Time I can let slide since it'll most certainly get difficult to keep track of. As for season, I'd say late spring-early summer. Generic weather. Right now it's sunny. I'll try to keep track of any weather changes that get thrown into the mix as well.

Also, aggie, it's not five in the morning... so I'm just going to assume that Tom's clock was wrong for now. It's easier that way.

Also everyone, the special agents are supposed to know at least a little about the warehouse/how the agency works. They're not the probationary agents, who are truly the newbies. For the two who've already arrived, I'll let it slide, but other special agents should know how to get in and such. Phew.

Also (last thing, I promise), what do you guys think about a discussion thread? Yay or nay?

~Special Agent Kitt Morrison~
"Abandoned Warehouse" (SRA Headquarters) Room 201B
Day 2, sometime before 8:55 am

Kitt was slowly unpacking a box, her eyes focused solely on the piece of cardboard below her. She was completely ignoring that she could hear Luce moving furniture in the next room, probably without any help at all.

"Vampires." She muttered under her breath. In the last few months, the vampire had come to annoy the werecat more and more. She denied that she'd seen anything about Brad's death, but Kitt wished she'd known. She needed someone to blame.

"I heard that!" Luce bellowed through the wall, followed by a faint chuckle. "And no, I don't feel like using a phone." Kitt hissed, her ears flattening against her head. Psychics. You couldn't live with them, couldn't live without them.

Kitt sighed, turning her attention back to her personal affects, where they'd been moved from the Rafters. The Rafters was the hide-out for agents who could climb and hide fairly easily, Kitt included. Mostly undercover agents worked up there, but Kitt wouldn't be going under cover anymore. She glanced at the golden nameplate on her desk. Special Agent Kitt Morrison. Team Leader. Fantastic. She sighed and placed the box gently on the worn wood before moving towards the main room again. She passed the hallway, tail swishing behind her impatiently. Where was her team?

"Sh!t," The cat swore. She'd left her files on the desk with the box! Who was on her team again? The goblin, the triclops and a human. But which human? The boy, she thought. Luce was still shuffling around furniture, doing who knew what to her room. Building a tunnel to Autopsy perhaps.

Director Azeur was perched on a desk in the main room, not the one that was on fire, of course. She smiled at the sight of the irritated werecat, whose face immediately spread into a smile. No use in letting the director know that she was out of sorts.

"Planning on putting that fire out?" Kitt inquired, her large eyes moving to the burning wood. The director smiled serenely and shook her head. "Why not?"

"It gives the room character." Director Azeur sighed, but then her eyes moved to the door. There were some banging noises, muffled words spoken at the door. "Ah, sounds like Tom is here. He's one of yours."

After a brief conversation with the somewhat confused agent, he disappeared to the back room. The director and the werecat eyed eachother for a moment before Director Azeur sighed.

"Kitt, why do you insist on keeping yourself disguised like that? We're all friends here," The director gave her a smile, eerily similar to Luce's. Her fangs were just peeping out. Kitt sighed and twisted a charm on her fake silver bracelet. Her feline features sparkled into view, revealing her big floppy ears and swooping tail. "That's much better Morrison."

"We have another guest." Azeur announced slowly, "Do you hear that?" Kitt's large ears rotated in the direction of the doorway, trying to locate the sound. She sighed and shook her head, "I would expect that, your hearing isn't quite vampire material."

Finally a young woman stepped through the doorway, announcing, "Oh you guys really have made it difficult to get inside here. It took me a long time." Kitt stared at her blankly as the director inhaled through her nose.

"Human. Penelope." She whispered into Kitt's large ears, "Not yours." Kitt couldn't help but mutter under her breath.

"Thank God," That earned her a slap on the wrist from the director. Kitt hissed, pouncing back a foot or so. Tom reappeared, disguised in some manner. His eyes moved to the human.

"Hello. Are you a new recruit to?" Tom asked. New recruit? Kitt pondered this. He was supposed to be an agent! Seasoned and trained, like herself.

"Luce." The director muttered under her breath.

*Lucienne Bellefleur*
Still at the warehouse
Day 2, 8:55 AM

The vampire was moving the desks into a tiny square. They would all have to look at each other when they worked, which, in Luce's opinion, would enhance their teamwork and also give her a fair amount of entertainment whenever a funny face would pop up. She smiled to herself, and that's when she heard the director call her name.

"Merde, what does that woman want already?" She mumbled to herself before sprinting out to the main lobby. There she found the director, still perched on the desk, a short man conversing with a human, and Kitt staring daggers at her. "Well this is nice."

"Shut it Luce," Kitt mumbled, the cheery smile wiped off her face. If looks could kill, Luce would have been staked, beheaded, and lit on fire about sixty times in the last minute. The two stared at each other before the director cleared her throat.

"Luce, this is Penelope, one of your new agents." The director moved her eyes between them meaningfully, "Lucienne Bellefleur, Penelope Gallen."

Luce moved over to kiss the human's cheeks, once on each one, "Mon plaiseur," she smiled at the new recruit.

"Kitt, take Tom back to your room and look up where Special Agent Yims lived. When you find the address, wait for the rest of your team before leaving," She instructed before turning to Luce, "Luce, I want you to find out who she hung out with, inside and outside of work. Make a few phone calls with Special Agent Gallen. Wait for Merlin and Cain to do anything else though."

Luce nodded, as did Kitt. They both headed back to their desks, exchanging a slight glare before departing. Hopefully the other two would follow them and do as they were asked.

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Alrighty, aggie feel free to make up some random address in DC if you'd like to find out where she lived. treespyro, same goes for you, you can just make up random people that the fairy hung out with if you'd like. Fairies are fairly social creatures, especially among other fairies.

 

[Niihyl]

Short post, sorry, posting from iPhone... From Vegas! ^.^

Cain Orlowe
Winery in DC

"Yes...my name isn't very important, only my mission. Only wondering, however," She began walking towards him slowly, "What exactly are you doing, boy? If our "passion" is so great, why bother with your fake magic?" she asked with menace growing in her tone. She came right nearby, close enough for Cain to strike her.

"Alas, the layman cannot comprehend the complexities of Contracting. Fake magic? I assure you, my magic is very real. It's not mine, but it's very real." Cain winked.

He kneeled, touching the circle and poured a potion over it, slowly and easily. In an odd arcane tongue, incomprehensible to any not learned in it, he spoke; "Lady Arachne... Rise from the nether and greet me. I offer you a portion of my lifeblood, servants, and the life of your prey... And does not this woman share the look of she who cursed you? The same warlike fire, the same arcane knowledge as she, the lady Athena?

I would pay you to take vengeance. Would you accept my offer?"

A voice hisses from nowhere, "I accept... Human..."

The pentacle glows. With the help of the potion, the summoning time would be just several minutes. Now... Cain just had to survive for several minutes.

"I am Dreizel. Dreizel Dietrich. Contractor of Demons. And I'm sure you'll forgive me if you're not an enemy. But i should probably arrest you or something before I get yelled at again. Hrm... I can't kill you... Not that I've ever done well with rules. Besides, I'm sure you'd look just as beautiful all tied up... Hm? Attack!"

The little Daschund puppy rushed forward, the glamour disappearing into mist. Revealed was a huge, flaming bear-sized wolfhound from Hell. Woof.

Cain leaped backwards, drawing his gun. He emptied the entire magazine, 12 shots, towards the witch's legs before taking cover behind a building. The tactical value of running and hiding while waiting for reinforcements was sadly underrated.

He looked over, hoping to see a severely wounded witch.

 

[Universe Chaser]

OoC: A discussion thread would be nice.

Lester Putzkanner
SRA Headquarters, Two Days Ago

She always seemed to be in control. As if this entire world was a game filled with pawns to be played with, and then sacrificed arbitrarily. Les was content with this, as long as he stayed alive. Being a pawn is easy; you don't have to think, you're blissfully unaware of what truly goes on, and you don't get blamed for any mistakes. You're disposable, after all. Les, unfortunately, was not an average pawn, no matter how much he wished he was. He was educated. He didn't only know what was going on behind the scenes, he was what was going on behind the scenes. As much as he hated it, Les was more than what he wanted to be. So one can imagine his reaction to Her plea:

"Look, Lester. I came to you first, because like it or not, you're the best one for the job. Agents are dropping like flies, and so we need to shift up the teams. Two agents need to be promoted to Supervisory Agents, so I came to you first. You've been with us this whole time, and you know the entire supernatural community and situations like the back of your hand. You say that you're not a leader-"

"B-b-but I'm not!" Lester objected. This was exactly what he was expecting and he knew She wouldn't understand...

She motioned for him to stop, which he did immediately.

"As I was saying... You've exhibited traits of leadership ever since I met you. I have no idea how or why you have them, and I sure as hell hate them- the only good goblin is a blind, deaf, and mute one - but they're nonetheless there. The SRA needs you closer to the top."

Lester took a deep breath. This was big. Goblins didn't command. Humans commanded. Vampires commanded. Gods commanded. Even werewolves occasionally commanded. But, goblins? He thought that She was out of her mind. He wanted to scream in her face, and yell THAT'S NOT THE WAY THINGS WORK!!!! He wanted to run off into the forest and wait another millennium like he did before, to be reborn into a new society as a slave once again. But... But... But Ludwig's words from right before he was sent off to the army came back to him:

"Goblin, don't eat with your hands while you're gone. I know that's what you've always done, but that's for animals. You're more than an animal. You're special. Even when I'm gone, and you have a new master, you must always follow this command. You must always be special, Gobbo. Always. Now, get me my coat..."

Lester thought for a moment, and realized that he disagreed with all of these thoughts. He'd never be special, that one was obvious (to him, at least), but he was more than what he once was. He looked up back into Her eyes, and told her,

"I'm sorry. I can't do it. At least, I can't carry the title. I can promise you, though, that whoever is chosen to be my leader, I will do everything in my power to make sure that they exceed the expectations that you had of me. Again, Frau Director, all apologies."

She stared him down for a moment, and then got up silently. As she was exiting, she said, without turning around,

"I expect you to be up bright and early tomorrow, and have bunk beds in the new SA rooms by 5:30. Desks must be in there too bu 5:37. And by the time I walk in with the new SA's, there had better be some decent plumbing done."

"Right away, herrin." He smiled.

Present Time

Lester walked down the hallway towards the new offices, carrying two 300 pound stoves on his shoulders for the new offices. He knew that She didn't tell him to bring them, but he felt that some more homey touches were necessary. After all, they'd be spending a fair amount of time holed up in those sh!tholes.

He walked funny, not because of the immense weight on his shoulders, but simply because he always walked funny. As strong as he was, Lester was fat and had skinny legs. He hoped that it would not undersell his usefulness to the new recruits... Perhaps that was why he waited until now to bring the stoves in...

Lester arrived outside the office to see everyone already there. He smiled at Luce, bowed to Her, nodded to his new boss, the girl Kitt, and put the stoves down in each office. He walked back outside.

"I hope you don't mind, Frau Director," he said, trying to conceal his accent. He knew how biased people were to Germans, and he didn't want the new guys thinking that he was either a Nazi or a sex fiend. "I just thought the new SA's would appreciate a little gifts..."

"That's perfectly fine, Mr. Putzkanner. This is Tom, a triclops Special Agent on your team, and Penelope, a human Special Agent on Luce's team."

Les shook their hands, worried that they would be utterly disgusted by his presence. He tried to make up for it with usefulness.

"Anything you need, I will provide. Tours, snacks, money, anything." He smiled, forgetting how disgustingly small his teeth were...

 

[YDT]

Kuvalar
Los Angelos, California - Ocean front
Day 2, 4:37 pm

Kuvalar sat on his stool with his feet up behind the fish stall he had. It was on the edge of the beach, where the sand meets the grass. Different kinds of fish were hanging from the sign at the top that said 'Fresh Fish', each one in perfect condition(unless you think dead fish is bad condition). Kuvalar was picking at his nails with a fish bone below the stall, while waiting for some people to come by. Though this was distracting him a fair bit and many people walked past him without him noticing. A plump lady around the age of fifty walked up to him, and stood there for a second. When he noticed the shadow he looked up.

"Hello Todd. It's nice seeing you again today. It's my husbands birthday and I want to make him a delicous meal. Give me the biggest fish you have!" She said Cheerily. Kuvalar took a 3 foot fish that was hanging from the stall and gave it to the woman. Fat human, she doesn't need to eat so much. That could really be useful for someone else who actually does some work. Not just sitting all day waiting for their husband to go home. Kuvalar thought to himself, while smiling to the woman

"Hello Mrs. Patterson. Tell him I say Happy Borthday! There you go that will be ten dollars." He said as she took the fish and handed over the money.

"It's pronounced Birthday, not Borthday, but your english is improving a lot. Though your accent is still rather strong." she complimented him. She look over the counter and saw him picking at his nails and started blabbering again "That is a very gross habit you know, especially using a fishbone. You really should really pay more attention to all these people passing by, they can all be potential customers. You do have a very good quality fish, it's like you know which ones will taste good before they are cooked and they are always so fresh. Well I should go, I need to start cooking this big thing." She laughed at her comment then walked away.

Filthy human, how can they call this fresh? It's all dead, it's so revolting. And why does she think she can lecture me? She clearly thinks she is better than me. She's just a fat walrus. Walrus now that's something really tasty. I should go back to the North Pole soon, the animals there are so tasty, filled with fat. He thought to himself as he kept picking his nails.

Kuvalar sat there for a few more hours, having a few more interactions with his other regular customers. Around eight o' clock he noticed that no one was around on the beach, so he took off his clothes and put them underneath his stall. He then took the few fish he had left from the day and headed towards the ocean. He threw the fish really far into the ocean and waited a few minutes before heading into the water. Once in he immediately reverted back to his normal form, and went to the areas where he the fish. He saw a tuna fish eating one of the dead ones he threw in before. Kuvalar rushed over to it and before it noticed that he was even there he had torn it's head off with his teeth. He started eating the big fish quickly, hungry from not eating since that morning. When he was finished eating he sadly left the water, put his clothes back on and walked back to his small house.

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10:03
Outside Kuvalar's House

Kuvalar just left his house with his gloves in his pockets. He started walking on the sidewalk. It was a nice night, cool but not cold. He saw a few couples walking on the street and it made him sad, yet angry. They reminded him of her, and the times he spent with her. Going through this feeling every night always made him emotional, but what he did later always made him feel better. This night is was worse though, his anger was bigger than normal.

He had gotten past the areas with the houses, and he was now where all the strip malls were. Few of them were still open this late. He walked past this closed ice cream store and right behind it was an alleyway. He looked down the alleyway and saw a man and a woman talking to each other. Kuvalar looked around nobody else was around. He pulled his gloves out of his pocket and put them, the metal glinting in the light of the lamp posts. He started walking towards the couple they were just talking to each other on top of a garbage can. They looked like they were in there early 20s. They saw Kuvalar walking towards them.

"You humans have given my people no mercy and now I will give you none." Kuvalar said. It was his usual line, too stupid to be even cheesy. It proved his anger though, he was in too much rage to think anything logical at all. The girl seemed sort of scared by him, but the guy just laughed. Kuvalar twitched and thought that he was mocking him, ignoring the fact that there was no possible way he knew what Kuvalar was talking about. He then lunged at the man with his claws tearing at his throat. The man looked shock then fell down on the ground faced down. The girl was frozen with terror, too scared to even scream.

"He can cause no harm anymore, you are next now." Kuvalar said anger still full on his face. He lunged at the girl's neck, she fell face down too.

"Todd Richards you are hereby under arrest by the Supernatural Response Agency." A man said from behind Kuvalar. He turned around and saw a weak looking human holding a gun at him. Kuvalar started laughing.

 

[ironknight42]

Ooc: A discussion thread would be fantastic. Thanks for the information about season and time just going to approximate actual time now.

Desmond Walsh
The streets of Washington D.C.
Day 2, 7:45 a.m.

Desmond headed off under the radiant light of the the morning sun, down the side walk passing every few steps underneath the shade of a small tree covered in verdant green leaves. It seemed to be a normal day, like nothing was wrong, but then again ignorance is bliss the world would be none the wiser to everything as it unfolded. All this time as he thought this he strode down the side walk, his lanky legs carrying him along rapidly. In a matter of minutes he arrived at the small cafe and took a seat in the open air area right up front. Leaning back in his chair he pulled out the paper and began to read, it was the same old stuff. Just then he heard "Excuse me sir are you ready to order" lowering the paper he saw a waitress, she was cute and seemed polite enough.

"Oh yes, of course. I'm sorry I was absorbed in the paper, I would like some tea, and as for actual food I'll take one of those delightful butter croissants and one egg scrambled" he cut off like he was done and the girl nodded curtly and began to walk away. Then it occured to him he had forgotten something, "Excuse me miss, but it totally slipped my mind that if you have anysort of fruit please bring that for me, thank you very much". Once again the girld now facing him again nodded and set off into the cafe. The girl was back quick with the tea and a bowl full of various berries in hand, he thanked her and she gave a smile back it seemed a little half hearted but no matter, he once again resolved himself to look at the paper.

He worked his way through the paper, slowly sipping the tea and munching on all manners of berries, eventually decieding to flip to the police blotter, he sorted through the the list of reported crimes, mostly small stuff but what really struck him was that their was a disapearence of a women and wierdest of all, they could not provide much information on her it was like she was living in secret. As this thought crossed his mind the waitress approached with the egg and croissant, so he set down the paper and as his luck would have it the little note about the girl complete with picture happened to be visible.

"There you go sir, I hope you enjoy it", but as she rose up from setting down the plate she shuddered and a tear rolled down her eye, she went to go and leave, but Desmond seeing this grasped her by the wrist.

"Whats wrong is it something I said, something I did, you seem like a nice girl you shouldn't cry, tell me whats wrong, I would like to think that nothing I did made someone such as yourself cry without need." the girl then turned a few more tears rolling down her face and her eyes straying towards his food and the paper, Desmond saw this and jumped on it "Is there something the matter with my food thats no reason to cry, or no that's not very likely, the paper then whats wrong with the police blotter?" Then is dawned on him, struck him clean across the head, "Tell me do you know anything about that missing women, did you know her by chance", as he spoke his insistance grew he felt as if he was on to something, it was surely fate.

"I knew her, she was my friend thats all there is to it" she murmured as if trying to keep it a secret. Desmond felt as if something had been lost and opportunity mayhaps, he had long since let go of her wrist but now he reached for her hand, but paused that was not prudent, damn it all what could he do to comfort her, he had brought this about. As this thought crossed his mind his frustration boiled over and a green spark came forth down the circuit on his slighly extended hand, the girl had seen it he knew it. "Sir, your hand did it just spark?"

"No, thats obsurd that's not even possible, you must be under a great deal of stress its a small miracle you are able to be here working in you condition" trying to difuse this extreamely dangerous situation.

"I'm certain I saw it, without a doubt, are you a witch or something" she wasn't buying it, would he have to do something, the tables had turned against him.

"A witch, you have to be kidding I'm a man, if I'm a witch or wizard or something you must be a fairy" her face twitched uneasily, if he kept her busy put her on the defennse she would do away dismiss the whole thing, hopefully.

"I know I saw that sir, and just because I'm certain your witch, I think it is only fair I tell you I'm a fairy as you asserted" as she said this her face changed a little reavealing notably fae characteristics, but they were soon concealed again.

"I see, so then do you want to tell me more about the missing women or has this changed nothing"

"It has changed everything, you may of heard about rumors of a dead fairy, well they are in every respect true, she never told be what her job was, but I suspect it was something secret in nature something most 'supes' are not supposed to be aware of. What I can tell you is she was certainly not working for that Blood Bandit everyone is talking about, so mabye on some other side, she was always very keen on protecting her identity as a fairy and her job." these words came out quiet and fast so as none could hear, but then again this whole conversation had been conducted in low tones but they were now drawing attention. "Here take this" she said as she ripped a page of the note book she wrote orders in, quickly jotting down some information, when she handed it to him he folded it up and stuffed it in his pocket he would look at it after he ate. "That man, I guess you would call him that, should be able to help you, he'll tell you all you need to know for a price".

"I feel I should give you something for this" he pulled out his buisness card and handed it too her "If you ever feel in danger contact me I will do everything I can to keep you safe. Hopefully you will never need it, please stay happy don't let this bring you down, I will sort it out one way or another"

"Enjoy your meal sir, I wish you the best of luck with your endeavors." with that she was gone walking back into the cafe.

He quickly set about finishing off his egg and stood up grabbing the croissant and practically ran out of the cafe back towards the hotel. Once there he leaped into his rental car that was parked around back, not time for valets, he had a lead or at the very least a contact. Now in the car he pulled out the sheet of paper it read as follows...

Bathesda, Maryland - the man's name is Flum he is a Jorculine who runs a pawn shop, he is secretive be insistant, he has alot of information on the Blood Bandit, then finally the adress.​

He hammered on the gas and sped off toward Bathesda, to meet this Flum the Jorculine. The time was now about 8:45 a.m.

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[Corrosion]

((OOC: I would <3 a discussion thread.))

_Weijun Muilum_
_Philadelphia_
_Day One_

Weijun stood while glancing through a window at the high-end clothing store as though interested her, but the reflective qualities of the glass were what she was looking for. A suspicious man had been walking along the street opposite the fancy clothes shop, and the glass was perfect for looking at somebody across the street. The bar that the man-who-Weijun-did-not-like and his dog – she thought it was his dog, but you really cannot tell with some – had exited from seemed to be a normal one, but people with tendencies to be strange. Not strange as in crazy or mad, but all the same strange. The suspicious man was one of them, and by the way that he walked –quickly, as if he had somewhere important to go – it might be fun to follow him. Without being seen, of course.

The smell being emitted by the dog was not like most dogs’ smells, by what Weijun had to go on. She sniffed the air quietly, trying to find the dog’s scent in a throng of car exhaust, stale alcohol, sweat and bad breath. It was not easy, but finally she managed to do it, but gave herself an enormous headache in the process, for smog is not good for heads. She was right: the dog did not smell like a dog, it smelled like someone left an egg outside and forgot to take it back in. ‘Sulfer. Demon – no, what kind of demon resides in a dashound’s body? It does smell like dog though. A very good glamour on the dog, if I may have a comment on it, though the smell needs some work.’ She continued in the line of thought while the man of dubious nature stood ogling a burning winery.

Weijun sighed inwardly; no use attracting attention from the townspeople, after all, one might ask about her parents. The alcohol selling building was burning with such vigor that the Qilin was certain that it was not a natural fire, though she could not tell if it was magical arson or a simple accident. The smoke finally drifted down to the people walking along the crosswalks, and they lifted their heads to get a nose-full of the acrid scent. To be honest with herself, Weijun thought it was magical fire, though one could never be certain. It had struck too quickly to be a result of a simple kitchen fire, alcohol is burnable,’ she reminded herself. ‘Perhaps one of the foolish humans in their folly left a match burning near the cases of imported fermented grapes, that would explain the near-spontaneous combustion, but the employees should know better. But if it really was the wine, then why does it smell like burning rubber?’

Casually strolling to the flaming winery (along the sidewalk), Weijun noticed that the suspicious man heading around the side of the burning alcohol selling place, the Dashound trotting faithfully at his heels. A different man, this time came dashing out of the burning building, looking as if he was running from something. A second different man, perhaps the first different man in disguise, dashed around the flames and into the back. Weijun decided that this was getting dangerous and quickly she started to walk away from the fire.

When she finally stopped hurrying, Weijun found herself in a place that normally nobody would visit at night: a public park. She smiled to herself; the trees could hide her, and she could sleep until she was ready to find the suspicious man and his dog. “Tree, can you hide me from view?” she whispered to the nearest, one far away from the center of the park. The tree rustled its leaves in agreement and the Qilin climbed up into it, making sure not to break any of the branches.

‘I wonder…were those Blood Bandits that I saw running from the building? No, probably the SRA, cowards. Working with humans, surprised they call themselves Supernaturals. What does SRA stand for? Scrumptious Resume Association? Maybe that’s why the Blood Bandit is chasing them down! The SRA taste goo—I have to get myself away from that train of thought! They probably stand for something like: Supernatural Resource Advisors, or something of the like. Weijun decided that that was enough and went to sleep.

 

[Kiruria]

OOC: Yay for discussion threads! Now if you'll excuse me I have to get my characters to the SRA headquarters.
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Merlin, Lupin, and their sword-wielding friend Halberd
A cafe in D.C, around quarter to 8AM

The so-called "spy" who was watching over Merlin and Lupin from behind the jasmine bushes turned out to be only a stray dog, one who only hung around a short time before disappearing into the streets. Lupin rolled his eyes at the sight. For the past few years he had always suspected that he naturally attracted dogs--perhaps it had something to do with him picking a nickname that meant wolf, or perhaps it was the fact that he himself had a dog, one who was currently waiting outside the cafe. So without a word, he returned to his seat, patiently waiting for his kilted friend to return so they could leave this place. Merlin did the same thing, though he seemed much more pensive while doing so.

"Hmm, there's something rather peculiar about that dog," he remarked, eyeing the corner the curious canine had disappeared around. "He has an almost... dare I say... lupine air about him. Not in quite the same way that Artemis does, but one that suggests that there is something more to him than just being a stray."

Indeed--what was it about that dog's aura that made it so? At first Merlin saw it as a flash of burnt orange with occasional bright yellow sparks about it. It suggested curiosity, but also a tinge of mischief... Then, when it revealed the form of a stray dog, its aura thinned out a bit, as if it was repressing something, not wanting to be noticed... It was almost the same sort of aura he saw around Lupin whenever he was sneaking into a place.

"No matter," Lupin replied, as he saw Halberd approaching from inside the cafe. "We're about to leave anyway, so we need not worry about him unless he attacks us or something. That would be a laugh..." He muttered the last part in a sort of grumble.

Halberd broke the silence by slapping the little folder containing the check onto the table. He took one moment to notice Lupin's empty plate and a straight spoon on the table in front of Merlin, nodding in satisfaction. "Well, shall we toddle off then?"

Merlin and Lupin stood up in unison. Both of them decided that it was best to not mention that strange dog just yet--it probably wasn't important. The three Black Cat Bandits headed back through the cafe without so much as a word to one another. By that time, the cafe was starting to get more business--three more groups of people were just now being seated inside the cheery, well-lit place, amongst the occasional clatter of chinaware and whistling of tea kettles.

"Bye-bye, hope you feel better!" Halberd greeted to someone as he walked by the register where he had paid the check. Soon Merlin discovered who he was talking to: a waitress standing behind the register, appearing to be reading a business card of some sort. Merlin detected a somber air about her, that of one who had suddenly lost something--or even someone--that was important to her. Given that she was not as willing to be as busy and energetic as the other waiters in this place this morning, this was not surprising. However, Merlin couldn't keep his caring, marble-green eyes off of her.

What was also peculiar was the fragment of aura that was around the business card she was holding. It was certainly different from hers--it was a bright blue, almost purple, dazzling with a certain mystical intensity. Such a magic tinge could only come from someone who often worked with magic, like a witch or a faery. But there was yet something else--a hint of modesty and independence... When his eyes met hers, he detected a similar magical air about her--though it was more covered up. Something about her looked very familiar as well... though he couldn't put a finger on it. She was thinking the same thing--she had definitely seen him before... aha!

But just as she opened her mouth to speak, Lupin grabbed Merlin by the arm, leading him out of the cafe and mentioning something about it being the wrong time to be messing around with girls like that. Once they were outside, a husky dog barked at them, wagging her tail and gently tugging on the leash that was tied to a parking meter. Lupin proceeded to untie this leash, giving the almost wolf-like dog a brief pat on the head as he did so. Artemis certainly seemed to be in a good mood today--her deep blue eyes glistened in the sunlight as she took a look at all the tall buildings, and her short, shaggy tail wagged back and forth with the consistency of a metronome.

After walking about half a block, the three men came across a dark blue Prius parked on the side of the road. Its tail lights blinked as Halberd unlocked it, opening the front door and sitting in the driver's seat. Merlin rode in the passenger seat, presumably so that he could easily remove any obstacles in the road or small enemies blocking the way. Halberd would occasionally joke that Merlin could use his powers to make a red light turn green, but he had never proven that to work. Lupin sat in the seat directly behind Merlin, sitting up straight yet keeping calm and quiet throughout the ride. His eyes were currently focused on a figurine of Meta Knight hanging from the rear-view mirror.

Halberd was known to be a patient yet efficient driver. He drove in such a way as to upset as few of the other drivers as possible, speeding up if they tailgated him but obeying the other traffic laws otherwise. It was as if he was trying to disprove all those negative stereotypes of people who drove Priuses. One thing he didn't like to do was drive too slow, going just above the speed limit whenever possible. It was in this fashion that it took only about ten minutes for him to reach what looked to be an ordinary warehouse from the outside.

"So who was she?" Merlin asked along the way, referring to the waitress he had met back in the cafe.

"I dunno," Halberd replied, keeping his focus on the road. "When I asked her what was wrong, she told me that she had recently lost her best friend, but she didn't seem to want to talk about it. I take it you have taken a liking to someone as simple as her, Merlin?"

Merlin put on a very Lupin-esque smirk and leaned back in his seat. "We must not make such quick judgments about those who might be modest about who they truly are."

Lupin thought about commenting on this, but didn't quite feel like it. He kept his primary focus on Artemis, who was sitting next to him on the back seat. For the most part she was a very benign dog, not even getting too excited upon seeing the bouncing chihuahua in the car next to them. Now if that bouncing chihuahua exited its open window and started growling in her face... then she might have to rip his head off. Maybe.

Rather than parking, Halberd pulled the car up half a block from the warehouse, in an empty bus stop. It was here that the passengers departed, bidding brief farewells as they went. Except for the skinny blonde in black, who didn't deem such frilly acts of affection necessary. Artemis trotted along obediently as Merlin and Lupin walked up to the warehouse door. When they got there, they had to put on their badges--a purple one with a pointy black hat on it in Merlin's case, and a plain orange circle with an H on it in Lupin's case. Lupin hated wearing his badge all the time--its appearance against his pitch-black coat made it seem like he was in an unimpressive Halloween costume.

After presenting their ID's and undergoing a fingerprint scan, they were inside. In the doorway was a highly sophisticated metal detector. Merlin's father had once commented on the brilliance of this device: though it, like most detectors of this sort, beeped and shut the door when it detected the sort of heavy metals that are present in most weapons, it recognised a sort of safety seal on every weapon the SRA members owned. New probies had to have every weapon they used approved by the administration--the admins added this seal in the inspection process. Even before Merlin had joined the SRA, his parents, who were also SRA members, had told him about what wondrous technologies as this the government was using nowadays. Younger Merlin had agreed with its brilliance.

Soon after they entered, they were greeted by the director, who was gazing with interest at the burnt remains of a presumably unimportant room.

"Well well, look who we have here," she spoke, eyeing a notepad. "Mr. Estrel, I am still getting used to you walking in with this new human." Merlin and Lupin cast brief glances at each other. "Well, given the tragic losses of many of our agents last night, and given that you have recently completed your first year here, I am promoting you to Special Agent. Which means, of course, that you will no longer be on the same team as your parents." Merlin expected this to be the case, given that both of his parents were special agents, meaning there was no room for a third. "Instead you will be on Lucienne Bellefleur's team. Their room is this one, right down the hallway."
She pointed at the door leading to that team's office.
"And you might want to know that that young woman over there is the other special agent on your team," she added, pointing at Penelope.

"Now as for you, Probie..." she continued, giving him a peculiar gaze which probably attributed to him being human, "I am sorry to say that you will not be on the same team as your friend. You will be on Kitt Morrison's team, and those two fine gentlemen over there will also be on your team." She gestured at a rather large man who didn't look human at all... Lupin couldn't tell what kind of creature he was. The other one was a goblin who was carrying two stoves--Lupin just had to raise an eyebrow when he saw him. "Your room is that one over there. And I hope you know that we have a strict policy regarding pets. For now I will take your word that she will help you out on our missions, but we do reserve the right to revoke that privilege should any problems arise."

"I understand," Lupin said flatly before heading off to his team's office. He really didn't feel like talking to whoever that man was who was on his team. A closer look revealed that he had three eyes, the third being on his forehead, where most people's "third eye" would be in fact. He wondered if supes with such a visual addition had some sort of clairvoyant ability... he made a mental note to not bring his thieving tendencies to mind in their meetings. And as for the goblin... Merlin had once told him that goblins tended to not be very friendly, and often arrogant or selfish and not concerned with the actions of races besides their own.

Once inside, he was quite surprised to find out that he already had his own desk, despite being a probie and all. For a while he wondered how it would feel to be sort of an underdog in this organisation, a minion who did all the dirty work. Of course, Merlin hadn't voiced any complaints about his own time as a probie, but then again, he never really complained about anything. But he couldn't keep staring at his desk forever. A flash of long red hair perked his head up immediately. For a second his heart gave a flutter of hope... until he saw the furry triangular ears on the sides of her head. He really had to stop getting his hopes up whenever Yamiko seemed to appear--the last time that happened, he had instead found an assassin with whom he had had a very painful time indeed.

Now with thoughts of Silent Sadie flashing across his mind, Lupin looked down towards the floor, a grim expression on his face as he sat down in his chair. For a while he wondered if that catperson or whatever was going to talk to him, but he didn't care either way. Artemis merely sat down beside him, staring at Kitt but deciding not to make a big fuss over her.

Merlin, on the other hand, decided to talk to the modestly attractive young lady waiting in the hallway, the one who he happily discovered was on the same team as him. But of course it wasn't just her visual beauty that attracted him to her, as he soon pointed out...

"Greetings," he began, offering a hand for Penelope to shake. By now he had gotten used to having to look up to people, given he was shorter than average. "It seems that though our backgrounds may be different, fate has decided to put us on the same career path. Though Miss Bellefleur might occasionally refer to me by my real name, you may call me Merlin. I have just been promoted to Special Agent on this team of ours." A pause in which Penelope had an opportunity to introduce herself as well.

"Hmm, I detect a peculiar air of mystery about you," he decided to comment, locking eyes with her but occasionally glancing an inch away. "It is as if your outward demeanour and your true self are deciding to ignore each other... But fortunately, often times the most wonderful things happen when you accept fate for what it is. I can only hope that this pressing incident will bring out your true purpose in not only this agency, but the world as a whole."

Merlin closed his eyes briefly and gave a light bow with his head. Once again he offered a hand to her, except this time he was turning to go somewhere. "Now that our introductions are done, shall we go meet the leader of our team?"

 

[aggiegwyn]

Sorry for the delay, school started. Oh, and yah, sorry about that, MM.


Tom, SRA Special Agent in Headquarters

A Vampire and a Werecat came out, Tom was hazily familiar with both species, but until now he tried to stay away from as many creatures as he could. He saw the director bump the Werecat, releasing it into it's original form. Tom decided to follow, retreating from his disguise to his original form. He saw that the Werecat wasn't pleased, so he made a note to try his best, at least for these first few days.

Another vampire came in, and it was apparently someone the Werecat wasn't happy to be with. The vampire leaned over and kissed the girl on both cheeks before they we're both given orders from the first vampire.


"Kitt, take Tom back to your room and look up where Special Agent Yims lived. When you find the address, wait for the rest of your team before leaving," The vampire ordered, looking at the Werecat. So her name was Kitt, but Tom would make sure to call her be mamm' she looked displeased the way it was, and he wouldn't let her down anymore. He remembered then how to get inside, and felt stupid for forgetting it before. He was trained for this for three months, and was a Special Agent for two... how could have he forgotten? He guessed the fear ruled out his memory. He hoped that witch was taken care of.

He followed a Kitt into the office, and she pointed out a file cabinet to him.

"That's the one with the agents. Look her up in the Fairy section, and stop at "Yims"" She ordered.

"Yes mamm'" he replied before walking to the cabinet, finding the fairy's file was easy enough, he handed the folder to his new boss. She took it and set it on the desk before sitting down herself. After going through some of the files, she found it. The wizard that he hadn't managed to meet before found himself a desk, while the goblin he saw earlier and hadn't given much thought too hadn't come along yet.

"Ah, 3032 Walker Drive, Apartment 13C." She paused looking out the door for a moment. "We'll wait for the others."

She left the office, and Tod closed the file and walked over to the wizard. He held out his hand to him, saying "Hi, I'm Todd. I've been an agent for a little while, so feel free to ask questions." Todd smiled, giving off a more relaxed feeling than that of when Kitt left. However, looking nice and being a Triclops didn't always work out the best.


***

"Alas, the layman cannot comprehend the complexities of Contracting. Fake magic? I assure you, my magic is very real. It's not mine, but it's very real." The man said with a wink. Aroma was disgusted. He was practically human. She almost wanted to kill him immediately, but she wanted to offer him something first. Of course, out of his own stupidity, he began his spell. Aroma didn't do anything to stop him, after all, this should be interesting.

She turned to her mother. She was standing now, leaning against the wall, her greasy hair getting stuck to the brick.

"Aroma, this man won't take your offer. You might as well kill him. He won't be useful to the Blood Bandits anyways. He's human." she explained, spitting after saying human. She took the cigarette out of her mouth.

"Your human, mother." Aroma sighed. She would have killed her mother right then, but the man was almost done with his spell or what not.

"And as are you..." She said, before Aroma turned back to the man.


"I am Dreizel. Dreizel Dietrich. Contractor of Demons. And I'm sure you'll forgive me if you're not an enemy. But i should probably arrest you or something before I get yelled at again. Hrm... I can't kill you... Not that I've ever done well with rules. Besides, I'm sure you'd look just as beautiful all tied up... Hm? Attack!" Aroma dodged the hounds first leap, not surprised that it wasn't a normal mutt.

She saw that the man had ran behind a corner, the coward. His spell must need time in order to act. Aroma would make sure to kill the man before that happened.

"Willisis Catrosis....Dreizel Dietrich!" Aroma said, springing out four Willo-wisps, all headed for the man. She could laugh at the stupidity of giving away his identity if she wouldn't have to focus so much.

She turned to the hound who was running towards her again. She smiled, saying "Spindiverus Expoctus!" She said, releasing a strong gust a wind, pounding the dog against the wall. This gave her enough time to throw away her cigarette, since she felt she would need focus to kill this man. She ran in front of the man, holding the flame in her hands. It was a dead-end alleyway, and she blocked the way back to the street where she came from with her arm. She leaned in, holding the fire to his neck. This was almost too easy. She wouldn't kill him yet, she wanted to hear him whimper.

She remembered how in the beginning of this, he was hitting on her, trying to catch her eye romantically. As if. No man would deserve her. Would treat her with enough respect. At least not human would. She laughed into the sky, letting go of the fire, and looking back down to hold his neck with her hand. By now, the willo-wisps were surrounding him.




Nyhill-Whatever you do next I will make sure to result in Aroma's defeat. I'm sure I can get away with killing. Few NPC creatures in order to please her boss....

 

[Niihyl]

Cain Orlowe
Washington D.C.

Cain winced as he heard the words spoken, launching his Hellhound into a wall. And then she spawned Will o’ Wisps. Luckily, she didn’t use his real name, so the spell wouldn’t track him properly. And besides… she had underestimated Cain’s skill at getting the hell out of places.

Glowing spheres of light rushed towards him. Will o’ Wisps. Annoying critters, but without his name, the purple fireballs didn’t do much. The crazy green-haired witch moved closer, fire held to his throat. Well, to hell with this. He glanced over at the hellhound. “Gwyllgi!” And gritted his teeth as the hellhound evaporated into dust.

“Shame it had to end this way… but looks like this is a fight I can’t win. Don’t worry love, I’ll be more prepared next time. This was such fun, we should do it again next time. But for now, ta!” The black tattoos marked across his body glowed, and he brought his knee up, and pushed past the flame, the fire searing his skin. The only reason it didn’t kill him was because he had imbued the Hellhound into himself. “Ow! Hell, I hate fire…” He glanced back and grinned. “It’s a date, ok?” He continued rushing down the alley. As he ran, he touched his fingers to the summoning pentacle. Finally, after all this time, the summoning was complete. How aggravating… if only he was capable of using magic himself. Summoning demons took too much time.

The best thing for a Contractor was a team, people who would back him up while he focused on the summoning. This circle was haphazard, and Arachne would be weaker than usual. Nevertheless, she would slow the crazy witch down. “Oh Lady Arachne! Your prey resides there! Entangle her, and you may drink of her blood. Leave her alive and bring her to me!”

With that, Cain ran towards the headquarters. He doubted that Arachne would defeat the witch. She was a powerful demon, but with the weak ritual and lack of time, she would only be slowed down.

Time to check in at headquarters. And maybe Arachne would succeed. He shuddered as the Hellhound’s strength left his system. A burn ran down his neck, and his collar was singed. This was a $3,000 dollar suit! Cain sighed and moved on.

OOC: Aggie: And thus Cain escapes, leaving a false name behind. Feel free to kill Cain's Arachne if you want. She’s basically a crazy looking lady who’s half spider, like a centaur. With poison and spider webs and the like. We’ll call this one a draw… Next time you won’t be so lucky!