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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Grovygrunge on April 19, 2016, 04:31:29 PM
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Midday. The sun was high above the city. A barrage of heat battered it's inhabitants as they slowly went about their daily lives. Some were young adults heading off to new jobs, filled with determination to make it in the world, others were teenagers who had skipped class and were busy lounging around wherever there was space, and everything else in between. The sky was pretty much cloudless, leaving there little to no shade for people to seek protection in, so they had to make do with the shadows cast by buildings. There was dull calm atmosphere to everything. It was one of those days that just dragged on far too long, the heat, the dull drag to everything that came with it, it just all added up to make a slow day.
One person however was no feeling sluggish due to the heat, instead it made him feel restless and irritated. That, or maybe it was the fact he was cooped up in a holding cell. Most likely it was both. The white wolf wasn't exactly alone in the cell, but he was being left alone. Not because he had made it clear that he wanted to be, although he had, but because something strange was happening to the kid. As he sat up from the cot he was laying down on, a bottle of water moved across the air and placed itself into his hand. The other captives in the cell had watched it move towards him all by itself and backed as far away from him as they could. It was clear to them that he was strange, and he could do strange things like that, they didn't want to find out if he could use that on them.
Truth be told, Xander didn't have a clue what the hell was going on. Stuff like that had been happening all day. He shrugged to himself as a bead of sweat dropped from a strand of his fur and onto the floor. This big, green thing had been following him around and doing stuff like this, as well as throwing a guy who attacked him down an alleyway. It was more than a little weird but, he was grateful. Before he could go and unscrew the cap, the big green guy went to undo it for him, which resulted in the bottle ending up crushed and the wolf soaked in water. The blank, smooth surface that was the thing's face just stared at him, as if it was surprised by what happened. Xander just shrugged, it was one way to deal with the heat, he supposed.
The bottle dropped to the floor as a thought went through Xander's mind. I wonder if the guy this big lug tossed around ended up on the news?
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Durundal was, all in all, pretty damn tired. Not energy-wise, but tired of the same-ness that seemed to keep reoccurring. He felt as though he had walked down this back alley a million times, and his weary feet felt the same. Not that he could communicate that.
"STARVE THE SUN! DROWN THE MOON!"
Yeah, that seemed about right. Its not as if Durundal could really control what he was saying, let alone form somewhat comprehensible conversation. He continued walking down the alley, finally emerging into a sun-soaked plaza. Not much traffic. Good- he didn't want another one of those incidents. Well, the sword did. Ever since it had.... Attached itself to him, life had been getting more and more unbearable. First went the family, then the friends, and finally his sanity. Fun.
"I'LL CONDUCT A SYMPHONY!"
Yeah, sure, whatever. He kept walking, now actively trying to restrain his verbal outbreaks. At least it could be worse. Before he had gone a whole day screaming the word Poop. He didn't even understand what had triggered it, but his throat had bled, grating him mercy. That probably taught the sword not to try that again. He thought back to the time when this first started- the sword, the madness, the uncontrollable screaming of various insults and whatnot. He had tried to be helpful. He had tried to be nice. But no, of course it didn't work out.
He sat down on a bench, placing one hand over his eyes, and rested out of the sun.
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Not too far from the jail stood the run down ruins of a defunct factory. All was quiet aside from the occasional scurry of a feral rat and the steady breathing of a dust-coated sleeping bear sprawled out in a storage room. That's Geoffrey, or Geoff for short -- Not the rat, the bear.
He grunted as he awakened, his eyes catching only a glimpse of the ceiling before shutting again. Yet another groggy, discomforting day awaited him, and he wasn't looking forward to it. If he let himself, he could spend the day barely moving an inch. He had no schedule to commit to, and it wasn't like he had anything new to see.
His hand weakly slid toward his water bottle, only managing to push it further away until it tumbled with a hollow bounce and rolled away. He gave a disappointed groan at the sound and peeled his sweat-soaked back off the floor to zombie stare at the bottle for a long moment. He had no choice but use his remaining energy to find water. This thirst would plague his mind if he didn't do so in the next minute.
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Skilled, successful, those are the words used to describe this draconic mercenary. Owner of the most famed Merc group, Angelic Demons, Razuel Dracon stands amongst the most powerful and rich wealthy people, as well as one of the nicest, but few actually know his face... and for a good reason.
Razuel had just finished with one of his jobs and decided to go to a local park in town, but heard a set of TVS through a story window, talking about the current news of people falling I'll to a 'seemingly' new virus, Raz had stopped to listen to the TVS, amongst others, but decided to leave when the news anchor on the TV started to talk about Raz, or rather what Raz's last job involved; a warehouse fire on the edge of town.
As Raz was nearing the last turn to where the park was, he heard profanic yelling and saw a lion rounding a corner into an alleyway screaming, Raz decided to follow this individual and when he came out of the alleyway and saw a lion sitting on a bench and began to walk towards him, leading up to the lion, "Excuse me, Sir, but are you alright?", he said in a calm tone.
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Wallace Griffin, a Tiger, about age 34. there is a lot you can say about Wallace Griffin. He is rich, successful, one of the big oil Tycoons, he was supposedly quite charitable, though it was probably an act. Perhaps the most important thing though, was he was paranoid, with good reason; A lot of people would want him dead. Its no surprise that when doing a business meeting to buy out what Angder believed was a local company here in the city, he elected to take a body guard with him. He was probably quite happy with his choice, sitting here, feeling perfectly safe in another company's meeting room. What he would probably have been less pleased with, if he could see it, was the small green dragon currently doing circles round his head.
"So. your asking for 5 Million. For just your eastern division" Wallace, states, obviously disappointed. Even from where Angder was standing, by the door, several meters away, It was clear Wallace was upset. "When we spoke last, you were convinced the west would be ready to sell."
"There has been a change of plans" said the cheetah, across the table from Wallace. The fact is an entire board of directors was here, sitting patiently watching Wallace and Angder, he could see them making judgements about those before them. even with the huge glass window, and plenty light in the room, the place felt... cold.
"You see, our western predictions, seemed to have been incorrect." The cheetah continued. "and given the current situation, we could not lose such a valuable asset."
Angder shifted, feeling slightly uncomfortable in his suit, he adjusts his sunglasses, just in time to see the... dragon... do another swoop past Wallace's head. The dragon was growing more erratic as the meeting went on. Not that it mattered. What's the worst it could do?
Wallace sighed. "Look, I have a deal for you. 15 Million. And I get everything."
Another voice from the board speaks up, It was hard to see from the Angle Angder was at, but it looked like a bird "I'm sorry. But no deal." She states. "To give up the entire company, east, west, and European, would leave us with nothing ne~. The Cheetah interrupts. "twenty-five" He states simply. "That's five for East, 10 for each of the other two sections."
"20 Million is far too much" Wallace replies. "Besides I personally~" "Am really booooored." Angder jumps at the voice behind him. The dragon had swooped round the room and was now clinging to the wall directly behind the wolf, Angder's mouth twitches as he tries to resist the temptation to turn around. "Can't you like... save someones life? I thought this would be exxxxcitting." Angder Tried to keep a perfectly straight face, nonchalantly moving forward slightly, he did not want the thing poking him in the back with its tail. "Business is boooooring"
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Setcho and his feathered friend sat on the roof of a skyline, forgetting their troubles and problems and watching others deal with theirs. Lying in the sun watching the clouds sharing a bite to eat, throwing bits up in the air as the Grphyon catches it in his beak. Everything was in view, the train station, the jail and the warehouses. The perfect spot to catch trouble, if any or just watch the bustling streets.
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Sits up abruptly and looks out the window. Smiling at the oncoming glow on the dark blue horizon. I quickly pack a small backpack with a blanket, a thermos, some bread and cheese, a book on herbalism, and my knife. I stop halfway out the door and look at my boots, pondering whether or not I should bring them. "Ehh..nah." I shake my head and run out the door on all fours quickly and quietly. My ears perk up and I turn around, seek Balthasar slowly lumbering over the roof towards me. I smile and wait for him. "Good morning." I greet. "This barely morning my dear, but yes, I hope it will be too." His voice deep yet wispy, like an old oak trunk groaning in the wind as its leaves whisper and rustle.
I walked alongside him, adjusting the straps of my backpack and looking up at Balthasar. "How was guarding?" I asked. At nights, when he was soaking up the moon goddess's cool light, he was guarding our home and speaking with the other Stands of the household. "Ah, it was peaceful, I heard the sky shifting and the trees singing and the river rolling. I saw the goddess bless the land with her light as she soared above the fields. I felt the ground breathing and living." He smiled as he spoke in a voice a little louder than a murmur. He spoke slow, as if each set of words was like a big jigsaw puzzle he was putting together. But I loved it. I loved how I could ramble on and on to him and he'll just smile and listen. The moss that grew on his arms swung and brushed my ear. I giggled and flicked my ear. "Where to?" He asked and I shrugged. "Anywhere."
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Yesterday, Arcizo woke up a normal school-goer, but today was different. Today, after waking up, he started his morning how he would any other: he showered, got dressed, had breakfast and readied his rucksack. After he finished his morning routine he left his house at the usual time of 8:30. He thought to himself "day 62" before stepping out and off of the porch.
After walking for about 10 minutes, listening to music, he glanced over the street seeing a figure staring at him. He thought nothing of it at first and turned a corner. He thought for a second, processing the looks of the figure, and suddenly double backed thinking he knew who it was, but no one was stood there or was even near wear the figure was. Confused, he continued on his way, every now and then checking if anyone suspicious was following him.
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There was a TV in the holding cell, it was nestled in the corner of the wall, just below the ceiling. Xander was staring up at it idly to past time as his fur and clothes air dried. He wasn't really paying attention to what was on though, something to do with some celebrities.
Suddenly the program was interrupted and replaced with something halfway interesting, Breaking News. Xander sat up and his ears twitched as he started to pay attention. "There's been an update on the situation in Northgate, where people seem to be mysteriously falling sick to some new illness. The local hospital is receiving more and more patients with similar symptoms each day. So far, doctors have reported that the symptoms seem to share similarities with that of the Flu virus and hope that this information will be the key to stopping the spread. More on this story as it develops." The news was then interrupted by the show of celebrities being self absorbed fame jockeys, and all was right in the world.
Xander slouched in the cot again. Northgate, what a hell of a city, guess the fact a kid got beat up isn't quite as importance as all the people getting sick around recently. Once ditching this train of thought, Xander looked for the green guy no one else seemed to be able to see and found it was looking for something. Probably just a towel to dry him off or something. You're not gonna find anything to dry my off with in this place big guy. The big green crystal guy looked over at him and shrugged in response. Wait, you heard that? It nodded. Oh okay, cool. What are you? Why can't anyone else see you? It pointed to the smooth, featureless surface that was the front of it's head. Can't talk... Great. Xander groaned to himself and went to close his eyes when he was interrupted by a sudden crash. One of his eyes peered open to see a police officer entering the holding cell after having just slammed the door open.
"Alright! I dunno how you did it, but one of you punks stole my **censor** wa-" The surly, slightly portly officer noticed the crushed bottle on the floor, by Xander's feet and the fact the wolf himself was dripping wet. "You little punk!" The officer stomped his way over to Xander, rage written all over his contorted features. Xander look over at his latest friend. Hey Green, you can deal with him right? Before he had finished the thought, the crystal man was charged at the officer and slammed one it's fists into the small of his back with enough force to send him through the wall. Once the dust had cleared, light from the outside filled the room. Xander grinned widely and hopped of the cot before nonchalantly walking out of the newly from hole in the jail wall, passing the groaning officer on his way out. "Not bad, Big Green. Not bad at all. I thought I was going to be in their all day." Big Green gave him a thumbs up and Xander decided if this was going to be permanent then it was going to need a better name, however for now Big Green would do.
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Durundal looked up at the person approaching. Dragon. Looked kinda serious. Edgy almost. He wanted to politely turn him away, before anything... Happened.
"MAYBE. GO. PLEADING..."
Durundal looked down. He needed to go. Standing up, he turned his face, with a sorrowful expression, and walked into another alley. He swerved through a few alleys, getting away from the plaza- people like that worried him. Well, not him, as such, but something in that black mess of blade and incessant rambling was worried. A heart, maybe. No- the blade had cleaved what little of that which remained, and cast it to nothingness. It wasn't normal to just turn away like that, but today was hot.
No, he couldn't go around like that, could he? Maybe. Either way, he just needed to keep away from people today. As much as the blade compelled him, something was preventing it. Probably the same place where that worry was harbored. He checked behind himself, and feeling as though he was alone, he slumped down into a corner. Placing his hands over his head, he bowed his head and felt the cool shade creep over him. For now he would bide his time, and as long as he didn't... Let it have control, he thought he would be fine.
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Raz tried to follow the lion, but ended up losing him through the winding alleyways, he then yelled out, "Please, Sir, don't run! Just tell me where you are, or at least make some noise so I can find you! You need help!"
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Setcho looked towards the hospital, seeing the constant flashing lights of the increased amounts of ambulances going in and out. In there was his sister, hooked up to a machine coughing her guts up, he knew what it was...what it meant, yet he was powerless to do anything. All his problems all his worries flooded back to him in an instant, looking down onto the street below him fists clenched. The Gryphon nuzzled under his arm, resting its head on his lap. Some how he knew when he was down or upset or even happy, without him he'd be nothing.
Setcho stood up and mounted the Grphyon, with a little kick of his foot they took off into the sky.
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Raz just stood there, waiting for a response, "He's not going to answer. Let's just leave... I'm tired.", Razuel sighed, "Alright, I guess you're right, Viv. Let's go home.", Raz then made his way out of the alley and back onto the street and began to make his way home, "Would you rather the park, Viv?", "That sounds nice.", Raz then began to make his way to a local park.
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Geoff began his quest for water in a bathroom within the factory. He figured the water was shut off as typical with most abandoned buildings, but he was desperate and it didn't hurt to try. Upon entering the room, the knob on one of the faucets began slowly twisting to the left as if on its own.
"Heh, thank you."
To his surprise, water began to drip from the spout, and he rushed to the sink without a second thought to fill his bottle. He only filled it half way before going to take a quick drink, but a sudden gust of wind shot the bottle straight out of his hand. He yelped and made a pathetic swipe to catch it, then watched it slam onto the tile floor.
"Wh-why'd yo--oh..."
Upon closer look, the water appeared a slight yellowish color with tiny blackish particles floating around. Certainly not drinkable to one observant enough to notice.
"Damn... Saved me again, bud."
Geoff chuckled as he plucked the bottle out from the mucky puddle and poured the remainder out.
Couldn't be easy, could it? At least he was able to head somewhere less run-down. But that meant being on foot for some time directly exposed to the hellish heat.
He sighed and skipped over the puddle and out the door. "A'ight, let's go."
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The dragon took off from the wall,heading for the window. Angder visably relaxed, trying to turn his attention back to the events in front of him.
The Dragon, (It had tried to get itself named, but Angder had flatly refused to acknowledge it with such a thing.), Flew past the window, looking out over the city... then it spotted something, it slowed and clung to the window. Something was taking off not far from here... some kind of... Flying centaur lion thing? Either way, it looked infinitely more interesting than events here. Glancing around, The dragon noticed that the tops of the windows were open. In this heat, they had to be. Crawling to the top of the window, the dragon exited out, swooping after the creature. Curious, and also ready for a fight...
Angder noticed the dragon seemed to have vanished. It was probably sleeping under the table or... Angder noticed the open window, he grins slightly, at least for now he did not have to worry about it. He relaxes a little, the negotiations were going... badly, but that did not stop him getting paid, so he really did not care.
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She parked her ears up and picked up the pace a bit. Balthasar slowly reached out and picked her up before she got to the cliff. He lifted her up, his hand under her belly, and they both looked over the cliff at the town. He made a face and a soft groan escaped his throat. "We're not going there are we?" He asked hesitantly. She smiled and nodded "it's ok, we won't be long, I just feel really drawn to it for some reason."
Balthasar sighed and nodded, putting her down again. "There are more Stands there."
She nodded again and pulled her black bandana up around her nose. "Yup. Let's go." She handed him her backpack and jumped over the edge, sliding down the steep dirt cliff, her grin hidden under her bandana. Balthasar took a few steps back and took a running start and jumped over the edge. Tempest looked up and saw him pass over her head and land with a solid thud. She stood up as she reached the bottom and dusted herself off. "It's not far off, let's get going." She said and took a running start towards the city.
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After walking for another 10 minutes, Arcizo was walking on the street passing the police station, a few blocks away from his school. When he was surprised by a loud boom right next to him. The wall exploded, throwing debris and a police officer into Arcizo with a great amount of force. Arcizo lied near-motionless in the middle of the street, he was badly injured. He saw a wolf and a big green figure before slipping into unconsciousness.
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As Raz was almost to the park, he heard a loud boom and saw smoke rise in the distance, Raz was about to walk towards the area from where the smoke was rising from but felt a tug on his jacket, "Please, lets just go to the park." , "I'm sorry, Vivian, but I feel obligated to go check it out. I promise to try and not use your strength, okay?", "Alright... Just give me some true rest, later." , "I promise.", Raz began to break into a fast low flight towards the jail, dodging flying birds along the way.
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Xander stopped in the middle of the road and looked back over his shoulder at the orange and blue wolf on the ground. He seemed a to be pretty beat up and there was no one to blame but the guy who just walked out of a hole in a police station wall, which he inadvertently created. He walked over to the wolf and sighed. He was pretty sure he recognised this guy from school at some point, but only just. If he was remembering correctly the guy on the floor had a history of being a bit of a loner. Xander could relate to that. He felt an urge to help, this kid was just in the wrong place at the exact right time to end up hurt, not exactly fair.
As Xander looked over the wolf on the floor, news reporters and bystanders started to swarm to the scene as the other captives, having recovered from the surprise bolted in the hopes they'd be able to escape before the police moved to react. One of them even flashed Xander a smile. It felt off, and rather threatening for some reason. Xander turned away from the wolf and called out loudly. "Hey! There's someone injured over here!" A few people turned their heads in his direction before noticing Arcizo on the ground.
There. That was his good deed for the day. Now, it was time to try and get out of here before he got into anymore troub- He paused again, this time glaring up towards the sky, using a hand to shield his eyes. He could have sworn he might have seen something strange in the air.
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Setcho turned his head towards the oncoming figure coming from the distance, before disappearing in thin air without a trace. Not wanting to deal with anything at the moment, his mind too preoccupied.
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Durundal stayed where he was for a little while. Was he gone? With any luck, yes. Minutes waltzed by, and with no interference, he decided he has done a sufficient job as shaking off his pursuer. Even if it did seem a little... Easy. But who was he to question that, except from an (at times) homicidal killer with conflicting views? No-one, that was who.
Gathering his thoughts, Durundal got up, and began walking... To where? He kinda had seemed to lost his way. Eh, oh well. Its not as if anyone would be missing him.
"Silence the cattle..."
Yeah, sure. With all the many cows around this part of town, that idea was very much going to work out. He strode back out of the alley, and through the main streets again. Except this time, not shouting about symphonies. As he reached more crowded areas, he seemed to blend in. The only thing that really stood out was the sword, but it's dark colouring and it's simple looks made it blend in just as well as the wielder. But then again, was he wielding the sword, or was it wielding him? Heh, that thought seemed too preposterous in any normal situation. Whatever.
For now, blending in with the crowds, he carried on walking.
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Raz came upon the jail and landed nearly on Xander, just a few meters away from him, the momentum from the landing kicked up dust and a few bits of debris, "Excuse me, Mr.Wolf.",then walked around Xander, he then took a quick look around at the crowd, with people staring at him. Razuel then spoke up, "Part yourselves, now! Clear a path!", and the crowd hesitated, but then did as such and made a path to the unconcious wolf, Raz then began to walk to the little circle that the crowd had made, and knelt down to the injured wolf and looked over his body, and tested to see if he was still breathing, 'Good, he's still breathing', he thought to himself, as the crowd was murmuring behind him, and then someone in the crowd said, "Is that Razuel Dracon?", "No, of course not... well maybe... nobody really knows what he looks like...", and a few others saying rather vulgar things, yelling at Raz to leave the wolf alone and let the authorities handle it, however Raz wasn't going to let the authorities handle it, especially since it involved waiting, so what Raz did was he called on Vivian quietly, "Psst, Viv, I need to use your fire to clean his wounds.", "What!? B-but you said tha-", "I know, but he needs help.", "Alright! Alright... just be quick...", Vivian, Raz's Stand, allowed Raz to use her fire, and when he used it, a blue fire could be seen. The fire gently poured around the unconscious wolf, cleaning and cauterizing the wounds, going beneath the clothing and around the wolf's body, the crowd stood in awe for a second then their awe turned into anger, and people began to yell at Raz.
Raz finished with the wolf and took out a business card and put it in Arcizo's pants pocket, and on the back it said, 'Call when you get a chance', he then did a sweeping motion with his hand and a soft flame shot through the crowd bending around them, then crowd's attitude changed from angry and savage to calm and concerned, and Raz fell to his knees, breathing heavily, "I told you not to over do it.", "Quiet...", Raz just sat on the ground, breathing heavily.
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Geoff licked his lips impatiently, doing his best to ignore a brewing headache as he continued down the road. He spotted a lion wielding a sword as he reached the main streets. That's not something you see everyday, at least in this era.
A sudden child's voice spoke from beside Geoff.
"Demon."
Geoff blinked and turned his head toward it as the creature faded into sight; a ghostly pale blue-green bear cub seemingly made from a smoky vapor.
"Eh?"
The ghost said nothing more, only continued to stare intensely at the lion. Specifically the sword.
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Arcizo was still laying on the floor, unconscious. The figure he saw from earlier was standing near by, no one noticed him there.
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The dragon blinks, coming to a stop and hovering. It hisses slowly, angrily. It had found something to do... and it had vanished. It glances around. ad it dived? No. No it had just vanished. A hiss of smoke escaped the dragons nostrils. It was tempted to keep going, to keep heading towards its target just to spite it. Though it knew it was fruitless.
Letting off a final puff of smoke, the dragon turns and heads back towards Angder. Keeping an eye to the ground for anything of intrest. It could hear commotion a while away. Though it was too far for it to safely go. Like it or not, it was tethered to Angder. The Dragon snarls the name to itself, Neither of them liked being linked together like this.
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She stood up from running on all fours like she normally does and dusted her black skirt off, making sure the chains that hiked it up in the front were still looking neat and in place. They were. She nodded and smiled, looking up at Balthasar who had been running with her at a graceful giraffe-like gallop. "I wonder what's over there." He said as his pointed finger rose slowly to aim at a crowd. She perked her big ears up and listened. "Someone's hurt I think, let's go check it out." She flashed him her famous mischievous grin and trotted over, slowing down as she drew nearer.
A blue flame rushed past them and they suddenly got quiet. She tilted her head curiously, then ducked her head and made her way between and under people's legs, noting that her height really was an advantage. She passed a stranger who was sitting down, looking as if he was going to pass out, and stopped. She tenderly put a hand on his shoulder and tilted her head, her face obviously showing concern. "Sir, are you ok?" Her right ear flicked and she looked him up and down. "What happened?" She glanced over and saw the wolf laying unconscious and her ears perked up again. "Is he ok?"
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Razuel looked down at the red panda and gave a weak smile, "Yeah I'm okay... and so is the unconscious wolf on the ground there... although, I honestly can't say... for certain of what... happened though, but I think that when this wall blew up, possibly... some debris knocked him out... now his external wounds are healed... but I can't say much for anything internally...", Raz looked back at the unconscious wolf, "but he should be... fine... There aren't any bruises in important areas... from what I could tell.", there was a little blue tail flick that came from Raz stone in his chest for a second, "I think I may... stay here for a... little longer...", and he simply sat there on his knees, still breathing heavily, as the crowd did a small murmur.
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Arcizo leaned up slowly and groaned while opening his eyes. He held the back of his head with his paw, he had a very intense head ache. "Wh-what happened?" He said quietly. The figure from earlier disappeared down a dark alleyway. Arcizo looked around at the crowd, then at the dead police officer next to him. He then turned his head and saw the dragon sat next to him with a red panda talking to him. "What happened?!" he said, louder and more worryingly.
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Xander took no notice of the the people surrounding the wolf, nor did he pay any mind to the fact the wolf had regained consciousness. He kept making his way down the road. He did not want to be in the authorities showed up. Of course, as that thought passed through his mind, the panther showed up. Xander stopped again and followed the panther with his eyes, Big Green walking up behind the guy. Something about the guy grated Xander, maybe it was the way he was ording people around him about, though he supposed it did no harm, after all he was just trying to get someone some help.
Xander decided to start walking again and one whole step before the suspicion returned. The panther started asking who they were. Not just the ones close to the wolf on the ground but Xander as well, who wasn't exactly next to them any more, and he certainly wasn't when the panther got there. Why is he asking us specifically? Big Green leaned close to the panther, as if examining closely to help try and figure him out.
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Meanwhile in the boardroom, something slipped into Angder's sight. It looked long and thin, like something that was stretching across the floor under the table. All Angder could make out other than that was that it was white, then it tucked itself further under the table and hid out of view. One of the board members was drumming his fingers against the table and a bead of sweat was running down his face. He seemed nervous. The bead of sweat could have been from he heat, which seemed to just keep rising with no sign of going down, plus the fact he was shifting in his seat could have just meant he was uncomfortable. This was subpar weather for having to sit in a boardroom with a bunch of people while dressed in a suit.
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Arcizo, now sat upright on the ground, looked up at the panther, "I-I don't know what happened, I don't know who these people are." he said quietly, worried and confused. He looked over to the dead police officer again, 'What happened? Was this my fault?' he thought to himself, he couldn't remember anything. A sudden pain coursed through his head causing him to collapse back on the floor in imense pain. He clutched his head in agony, whining.
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Durundal keep walking. All the other people around him talked into their little talk devices of plastic, which agitated him. Quietly, he could feel the blade lusting for any kind of excitement, moaning and screaming at him. It had been like this often, and over time, he had learned to control these impulses. Unfortunately, he couldn't control his mouth quite as much. As he walked up to a bench, he sat down, and watched the people go by. They all seemed so different, yet the same.
A wolf. A lion. A bear. A dog. More of the same, except with less bears.
It had dawned on him that he was becoming very bored. An impulse would come again, and he would have another 'accident'. He could feel it coming, waiting.
"Their sameness. Be shunned upon the light. The sun screams dreamer. Venison."
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Geoff relaxed against the wall of a shop near the sword-wielding lion. As an attempt to not look suspicious, he shuffled through his jacket pockets and fished out a cherry lolipop he'd forgotten about. The thought of consuming it seemed unappealing given how thirsty he was, but, regardless, he unwrapped it and stuck it in his mouth while he listened to the lion's words.
Demon...
Was the ghost, Anim, saying the lion was possessed? Or was it warning him of the guy's insanity? The latter would be most likely... if he didn't consider the fact that he'd been communicating with a ghost. Anything could happen at this point. Maybe he should leave...
"Sword," Anim whispered as it hovered beside Geoff, refusing to take its eyes off the weapon.
Geoff hummed a quiet agreement before pulling out the pop from his mouth and licking his dry lips with a furrowed brow. It took a moment to realize the ghost was gradually floating toward the lion.
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Raz tried to get out some words, but was too short of breath, and only got out a few words, "I'd... prefer... not to say... my name... but I arrived... here... after the explosion."
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Tempest looked up at the panther and her ears laid back as she smiled and held her small paw out, standing a little taller. "Hello, I'm Tempest. I was not here when it happened and I'm just as lost as you are on the topic. I came through and saw that this man was in need of help, after that, I saw the wolf. You should go help him, I can take care of the dragon." She shuffled around in her bag and turned her back to the panther, pulling out some bread and cheese and offering it to the dragon. "Here," she said softly. She sat cross legged on the ground with him and ran a paw through the fur on her head. "So, as you heard, my name's Tempest." She smiled and adjusted her glasses. "Nice to meet you."
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The Grphyon hovered above the scene, setcho watching it all unfold. Looking concerned not forgetting about the stand he just saw run right upto him. The Grphyon screeched, looking over his shoulder at him. "Stand users? are you sure?" Setcho said, looking increasingly worried landing just a few meters away, still invisible. "This isnt good, buddy... theres too many people here" Wishing the police would corner off the incident or at least control the situation.
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The Dragon flies back to the boardroom, perching itself on the window on the outside.
Inside the boardroom, the discussion was starting to get a little heated. Angder had noticed the shape, and could sense something was up. Taking the initiative he steps forward. "Perhaps it would be best for us to take a break Mr Griffin. It is clear nothing is being accomplished right now. Angder looked at Wallace with a straight face, but kept his eyes on him just a little too long. making it quite clear what Angder was actually saying. 'something is up. we should back up until we know what.'
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Raz took the bread and cheese and smiled at Tempest, "Thank you, Tempest.", Raz ate about half of the bread and cheese and gave it back to Tempest, "I'm sure that you'll... need this more than me.", looking at how small Tempest was, Raz then looked back over to Arcizo, "I believe that you were caught in an explosion from this wall, But with that aside...", Raz gently pushed on the wolf's chest his tail, "You did take a huge blow to the head, so you may want to relax, but... don't fall asleep."
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Xander clenched his fists as he noticed the cops finally getting into action, pouring out of the building, hands on their firearms and more than ready to shoot if need be. They shouted for people to disperse from the area and let the proper authorities handle the situation. At that, all but a few of the people around Arcizo suddenly decided they didn't care enough to stick around any longer and acted as if they were going to go back about their day, Xander was grateful for this, the crowd of moving people made him stick out less. He felt like he should start relaxing but for some reason he was still on edge. Big Green returned to his side then stood in front of him, forcing Xander to have to peer around his Stand. 'What's the big deal here?' It was at that moment he noticed someone confidentially striding towards him and the others. They didn't look like someone who was coming to check out some accident, there was something about his footfalls which betrayed a cocky sense of purpose. As soon as the figure was within ear shot he shouted to the group.
"You five! The ones with the Stands! I got a teeny tiny, massively important proposition for ya!"
Xander already hated the guys voice, if his step betrayed any sense of confidence then the way he talked reeked of it. He was gonna punch this guy right into Sunday. But first, what in the hell is a Sta- Before Xander could finish his thought he noticed Big Green pointing at himself. 'Well, that clears up that then...'
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The white thing Angder noticed was almost certainly a Stand. There was no doubt about that, no one else had seemed to notice it at all, despite the fact it easily was within the view of more than a few of the people at the table. Angder spotted it again. This time it was touching the leg of the suspicious businessman! It looked sort of like one of the many arms of an octopus, right down to the strange little suckers. There was no way of telling if the fidgety man was the user or it's target. There were a few moments of silence in the board room as Wallace had taken notice of the man's nervous disposition and stared him down as the man fidgeted more and more. There was a beat, during which the tension could be sliced with a knife. Wallace had assumed Angder may have noticed the guy had something on him, and was potentially a threat. He then tore his eyes away to nod to Angder.
"I suppose you're right. The blasted heat isn't doing us any favours either. If everyone else agrees, I'd say a break is more than overdue."
Everyone else in the room nodded and as everyone stood up the white cephalopodic arm shot up straight for it's prey's head, wrapping around the nervous man forehead. He went still as the suckers made contact with the skin and his eyes went completely white.
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Raz simply looked at the officer, "Why should I, huh? And more importantly, where the hell were you all when the goddamn jail wall blew and hit this kid!?", at this point, Razuel was standing, only barely, with legs shaking slightly, but a firm stance, just a few feet from an officer that was in front of him, "Where the hell were all of you!?", gesturing to the officers on the scene. The air around Raz seemed to become slightly blue and wavy, as if there was a gas leak resonating from him.
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Angder knew he could not act, to move towards the guy would both put him in danger, and make him look crazy because there was nothing there to act on. His priority was getting Wallace out of there. He opens the door with some haste, and looks back at Wallace with a panicked expression on his face.
The dragon watches the nervous man with interest, looking at the stand... then it flies inside, crawls over along the ceiling, and sends a brief, but boiling stream of fire right past the other stand, allowing its flames to dance, just touching the body of the octopus.
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Arcizo sat up again, still in intense pain, holding his head. He looked over to the guy who asked a proposition, "Wh-what? What do you mean stand?" The figure from earlier was still nearby, listening in, in an alleyway about 30 meters away.
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Durundal looked around. Everything seemed so bland. So nor-
Nope. His eye caught a blue... Thing. It was faint, roughly bear shaped and edged closer slowly. Behind was the same bear from literally moments before. Not that that mattered to Durundal. His sense of time was about as accurate as a bowman who was constantly being punched in the face.
"Ghost. Bear... WHAT? Pfff?"
He stood up and slowly stepped towards it. Another strange part was that noone else was reacting to it. Not even the slightest bit of panic. While most people would want to get away, it seemed that Mr Crazy was intently fascinated by whatever it was. And, for a change, he was not incessantly screaming about it, either.
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She stood up and put the bread and cheese back in her bag, glancing at Balthasar as she did. He was hiding in a tree nearby and he often did that when she was socializing. She looked a bit worried and reached up to gently touch his hand with the back of hers. "Hey, it's ok. They didn't know." She said in a soft tone, trying to calm him down. She softly tugged on his pant leg. "We should go, I know of a place nearby where we could talk. Whadda ya say?" She smiled at him and motioned him to follow her with a small tilt of her head.
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Raz looked down at Tempest, then at the police officers who looked ready to shoot then back at Tempest, and did a heavy sigh and the air around Raz returned to normal, "Alright, lead the way...", Raz said as he picked up the panda and put Tempest on his broad shoulder, so that Tempest could lead the way.