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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Fun RP => Topic started by: SadDubwool on January 17, 2018, 05:36:02 AM
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Well, looks like I drifted back here! after looking on my past on these forums and having a nice long examination of my most popular RP: Acension City. I decided that it wouldn't hurt to dip my toes back into the old pool one more time. If you are new and reading this...Well, Hiya! Acension City was a fairly popular RP based in the fictional city of Acension. The city is a spawling concrete Jungle located near a cold misty coast. It's general atmosphere is Rain and generall cloudy Days and Nights on end. With a rich history of a seemingly perfect metropolis where everyone could get a tasty slice of Americana it'd be hard to believe that it's seedy underworlcrime network, corrupt police force, strung out Wasters and a terifyingly laru
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e amount of supernatural happenings all cummulated in this huge bowl of soup. The problem is that those problems effect nearly everybody in the city. no matter who you are, Luckily I'll keep the mold of relative freedom and allow people to choose who they want to be and what they want to do. If you are one of the few members who were with me in the "Golden Years" feel free to use characters that were in the original or the short-lived revival. ((I'll try to moderate and post in this to the best of my abilities, being a high school Sophomore usually takes a bite out of my time so feel free to continue the storyline if I am gone, I'll be as free as a bird on weekends so look out for those)) Aaaaaanywho, I'll get to the character sheets now
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RULES) @ Although allowed, Keep Romace to a kid friendly level @This also goes for violence, Keep it vague and don't try descring every drop of blood @Keep characters relatively normal, get my permission if you want anything like powers @Do nor fight
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((Sorry for all the posts, This forum isn't all to great on my shitty phone)) @Do not fight Out of character, keep that to the PMs @Have fun
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((Oh...oh my.))
Name: Rayleonarde "Ray" Blackburn
Age: 21
Species: Raccoonis Purpalis
Gender: Male
Relationships: Valentine Blackburn (sister), Jayce Blackburn (older brother), Ronald Blackburn (oldest brother), Edwin Blackburn (father).
Current Job: Investigator.
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((Long time no see Ray!))
Name:Red Santello
Age:32
Species:Strange Lizard mix
Gender:Male
Relationships: Maria Santello (Wife, Notin Acension) Arthur
ur Thompson ( Brother not in Acension)) He has children
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Name: Light StemicAge: 16Species: African wild dogGender: maleRelationships (Family, Romatic, Friends): mom dad and sisterCurrent Job: high school student (i thought we needed a teen in here)
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((Looks like nobody else is joining. lets kick this off))
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Just like most days, Ray Blackburn snored himself awake. The dimly lit one-roomer he owned had seen better days. Brown shag carpet, torn and stained, did very little to hide the discarded cigarettes and empty bottles. The purple raccoon sat up, checked his phone before getting his shower. As usual, the water ran scalding hot for about five minutes, before coming out fridged. Ray got dressed afterwards, a simple blue-jeans-and-t-shirt affair.
That's when Ray heard the all-too familiar whispering from that cursed book. Who, or what, wrote the thing Ray never learned. The text was incomprehensible, written in something that even religious scholars couldn't decipher.
As if not of his free will, Ray grabbed the tome, and slung the tarnished silver chain across his shoulder, like a satchel. The raccoon then headed out, looking for something to eat.
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Red had returned to this city simply for a level of unfinished business he wanted to see being sort out so it wouldn't hatm him or his family, this hellhole had brought him much grief in the past and that level of day to day pain and lonesomeness was another reason he wanted to forget about the city quickly and move along in his life. He did "move along" and was relatively crime-free. He decided to use his pre-existing knowledge in this city to decide exactly where he wanted to eat
After taking some time to remember the name and direction of the place he headed off to the location he wanted, slowly dissapearing into the bustling crowd of people who wanted to cross the street
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Light woke up from his mother yelling: "Huney it's time for school" he grabbed his bag and steped in the bus for his first year at a new school, he wasn't looking forward to it
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Reappearing on the otherside of the masisve crowd of commuters and people rushing to their job Red realized he was basically next to theplace he wanted to br, walking a couple more feet he went ino the restaurant and sat down in a booth his hat, a scraggly ball cap that seemed somewhat suspicious in the way that it looked like he was trying to hide something. He looked at the ring on his finger before slowly cleaning a smudge with the tip of his thumb, which he licked in an attempt to add a little more in the way of making it easier to clean it.
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For a couple years now Red had been married and living with a nice batch of mostly adoptive children, the oldest washis and Marias but the rest were adopted on the account of stuff he nor her were in the wrong for. He doesn't know why this city beckoned to him with the promise of revenge, He thought it would promise a safer life for him and his family. This business needed to be sorted out as quick as it can. He was worried that his family could be harmed by the negatives that probably would never happen
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Ray entered a little greasy spoon near his apartment. He took his normal seat near the back of the restaurant, ordered his usual, and waited for his food.
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((HOLY COW HI HERE I AM SORRY I'M LATE))
Name: Geoffrey
Age: 20
Species: Black bear
Gender: Male
Relationships: N/A
Current Job: None.
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Geoff stepped along the sidewalk, automatically maneuvering around fellow pedestrians with barely a conscious thought to that outside his own skull. He could probably navigate with ease with his eyes closed, though he'd rather not risk catching any attention while doing such a thing. Surely someone would notice and find it bizarre. He already found it bizarre, so certainly others would...
His mind was set on finding a nice humble, neglected ruin to curl up in. Then he can finally rest and figure out what to do from there.
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(nice to see you around Evnamishko)
Realizing he couldn't actually afford anything Red started to walk to a Greasy spoon diner, accidentally bumping ito Geoffery on the way there
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Ray finished his food with a contented sigh. He left a ten on his receipt and headed out, attempting to blend with the crowd. Which was rather hard to do with a flesh-bound silver chained book whose eyes glared into the very soul of any passersby.
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Geoff only had a split second to register the strange-living-being-sense-thing he can feel somehow rapidly approaching him before Red bumped into him.
"Oop," he yelped quietly. "Sorry..."
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"Its fine, Just watch where your going" He said before continuing to walk away, Seeing Ray and the book her lookednaround before deciding to skip food and find out what he was doing with somthing so obviously super natural
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Ray shuffled through the crowd, before heading towards a nearby phonebooth.
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Suddenly, without warning, a hooded woman leapt from the crowd, brandishing a knife at Ray. Unaware, Ray only backed away from the attacker after she had already given him a good carve across the back. Ray couldn’t get his pistol from it’s holster, so instead gripped the woman’s wrist and called for help.
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Red waded through the crowd ebefore putting the figure in a headlock, or atleast anembrace around her neck in an effort to get her off of Ray.
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(Am I allowed to join? If so, my bio:
Name: Wilco Whiteheart
Age: 18
Species: Wolf Cyborg
Gender: Male
Relationships (Family, Romatic, Friends): Has a boyfriend (Trevor, Jackal, 20)
Current Job: Looking for a job
Here you go!!)
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((Your in the clear))
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(Thank You!)
*Wilco looked at the scene unfolding before him, sighing as he towered over the others* I should help... but they seem to have it under control...
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Immediately after Red incapacitated his attacker, Ray backed away and immediately threw a paw to his back. "Damn these psychos, Can't get a moment's rest with 'em around." He slapped the knife from the hooded woman's paw, who immediately began begging for her life. Ray bent over, attempting to staunch his bleeding back, as he spoke to Red. "Let her go, she'll not be a bother for now."
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*Wilco saw Ray's back and moved in close, starting to heal his back*
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Ray grunted as Wilco's paws touched his back. He jerked away, sighing. "No no. These yahoos keep a nasty poison on those blades. I'll have to go home and treat it. Thanks for the assist, though."
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Hey listen, I'm a trained medic of all types, thank the military... I can patch you up, ok?
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(NAVI!!)
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(Can I join in too?)
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((I'm sure you can Michen. The more the merrier!))
Ray shook his head. "Not for this, I'm afraid." He grunted as he stood, leaning into his wound. "Unless the recent war's got you dealing with ancient poisons," Ray added with a chuckle.
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*Wilco chuckles* I've been around. Even got my own ancient healing station. That's one fun thing about being an adventurer, you learn new things...
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Ray again shook his head, and started towards his apartment. "Don't know anything about a healing station, but I need my lab." He picked up the woman's knife as he passed it, carrying it back to his home. Ray nodded at Red as he passed. "Thanks for your help. I'd be in a lot worse shape if you hadn't shown up."
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Ok then... I'll just... keep looking for a job... *walks off*
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Name: Zila
Age: 24
Species: Cheetah
Gender: Female
Relationships: Parents outside of Acenstion City
Current Job: Unemployed
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(I'll hop in later.)
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Zila sat down in the alley, out of breath and a piece of bread in her hand. It didn't take a genius to figure out she just stole a piece of bread. Sitting against the wall out of direct light, she tried to get some of her breath back. In the meantime she kept listening for anyone that could try to pursue her, hoping nobody would find her quickly here.
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*Wilco sees Zila down an alley and, curious, quietly walks to her*
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The cheetah kept a close eye on the road and noticed the wolf approaching her. Wasting no time, she jumped up and ran further down the alley, the bread still in her hand. She was a quick runner, but he well knew she wouldn't get far with her current energy. Yet, she had to try. She had to try to get away from the wolf behind her at any cost.
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*Wilco holds out his hand and a clone appears at the end of the alley* Hey... Just calm down ok? I'm not here to arrest you...
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Upon seeing the clone appear in front of her eyes, the cheetah felt forced to stop running and put her free hand on the ground. Panting, she looked behind her to see the wolf was still there as well. She closed her eyes. A magic user was the last thing she needed right now. There was no more running away now, if she still could run that is. Busy with her own thoughts and being very tired right now, she didn't hear at all what the wolf said.
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*The clone fades and is replaced with the real wolf, who gently rests his hand on her shoulder* Hey... I'm here to help... Not arrest you...
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The cheetah remained in the same position, panting like before. Inside of her it felt like this was a lie, the entire city wasa a lie. She couldn't trust this guy, or anyone for that matter. However, there was nothing she could do right now even if she wanted to. Until her energy returned, she couldn't even speak.
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After Red walked away, Geoff continued on his quest for shelter.
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((Character sheet:
Name: Angder Greatfang
Age: 24
Species: Wolf
Gender: Male
Relationships: None he likes to speak of
Current Job:Private investigator. ))
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*Wilco, anxious to have an apprentice of sorts to help out with his lil business, hands Zila a water bottle and sits next to her, worried about her*
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After treating his wound, Ray donned a black collared shirt and headed back out on the street. Again the cursed book drew attention, onlookers inexplicably driven to read its evil contents. Ray continued to a recent client’s address. A disappearance, from what Ray knew, of a young-ish child. It already registered on his ‘religious sacrifice’ scale.
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The cheetah looks up to the wolf in front of her, clearly confused by what he was doing. The clothes the cheetah was wearing had dirty spots and multiple rips. Still panting, she managed to bring out a few words. "Wh- what... What are you... doing?"
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*Wilco looks at her* I'm helping you... see, I'm in need of an apprentice, and you look like the perfect candidate.
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((I hope I am Ok to start posting, if not feel free to yell at me! D: ))
Angder sat in his office, he was a Private investigator, Solver of problems, Explorer of the supernatural! Of course, Right now rather than doing any of that stuff he was slumped down against the desk. staring, almost mournfully, at the door. The walls had filing cabinets and books on them, but honestly, he had barely used anything in this office since he arrived a few weeks back. He had read the local paper, but following your own leads rarely leads to a sustainable business, and almost nobody had come to him. He wanted to help people, That was his job, to help people with problems that the police couldn't (or didn't want to) deal with, but had a painful feeling those who needed it most could not afford to come to him anyway.
With a sigh, he adjusted himself, and looked down at the newspaper again. Disappearances, murder, theft, All so common, and yet not a single one of the victims, or their family, or even their friends, walked through the door. Angder slumped back down against the desk, now watching the clock. Only a couple of hours until lunch, then another 5 hours before he could close down, and go do something else equally pointless. Angder sighed, he should have moved in Woodlocke city, or prehaps to the area round the Duntmoor, it may not have been as nice, but there would at least be work at those places.
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"An... apprentice..." The cheetah managed to sit more upright now, looking straight into the wolf's eyes. Well, looking... It was more like glaring into the wolf's eyes. It would suffice to say she did not trust this wolf even a little bit.
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"I know it's hard, Miss Graden. But you have to tell me anything you know," Ray said as he attempted to comfort his client. She wept openly as she tried to give what she knew. After a time, Ray took off his hat and rubbed his head. Man...I might need some help...this is a lot bigger than I thought. After thanking miss Graden for her assistance, Ray left the house and hunted down a newspaper in hopes of finding anyone else willing to investigate.
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Angder turned to the back page of his newspaper, rereading his own advert. had he made a mistake in how he had written it?
Angder looked up at the clock again. About 3 minutes had passed since last time he checked.
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Geoff scurried into the more run-down part of town. He kept his guard up just in case, poking around for a vacant place to rest his head. He peeked into the window of a small closed shop. Judging by the dust and slight ruin, this place likely wasn't needed any time soon.
The cautious bear slipped into the building and searched for any squatters before settling down behind the counter.
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An apprentice. Someone I can train to help me with my work. *He realised that the thief didn't trust him, but he had to try*
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The woman nodded. "Weeell, what would this "work" be, then? Magic junk?" She snorted, as if this seemed like a bad april fools joke to her.
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"It's actually more medical work. I need some helpers in my lab, as well as someone to help me get some components. You seem like the right person for the job..." Wilco says, looking at Zila.
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The cheetah was still looking right into the wolf's eyes. "You don't really look like a doctor to me, sir. Give me one good reason why I should believe you!" As agressive as the female was trying to sound, she forgot in the heat of the moment she would probably not stand long if this would come to a fight in her current situation.
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"Because I'm helping you restore your energy. If I was here to catch you, you'd be in jail by now..."
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A few hours pass in Angder's office. He briefly leaves for lunch, then returns. He found it to be a struggle not to fall asleep over the course of an afternoon, but he tried hard to keep his eyes open, still hopeful for a customer.
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Behind the abandoned shop's counter, Geoff was curled up in a light dirt-speckled blanket and teetering on the edge of slumber. Some vague sense of mild impending doom kept him conscious. He couldn't place exactly why. Perhaps it was the guilt of thieving and fear of arrest haunting him again. Maybe it was the whole situation that led him here. Most likely all of it. Still, he was relatively apathetic about it at this point. Now, his only goal was to continue living with as little impact on others as possible. It was the best thing besides the impossible erasing of his existence and any sign of such entirely.
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Ray knocked gently on Angder's door, before poking his head in. "Detective Angder?"
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Angder looked up from his desk. "wh~ I- I mean yes. I am detective Angder." he sits up abruptly, hastily brushing wolf hairs from where he had been resting his head, while also trying not to be too conspicuous about it. he then stands up, and offers to shake Ray's hand. "I am detective Angder," he repeated, now sounding more professional "Please come in and sit down. If you need something to drink just ask." Angder was honestly excited to finally have someone in here, but he knew he it would look unprofessional to make that obvious, so he tried to keep his cool. "So, how can I help you?" he asked.
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Ray took his seat. "Disappearance case. Younger child, eight years of age. Brown hair, green eyes. I'm already working the case, but I want some assistance." He chuckled and shook his head. "I'm in way over my head."
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Angder nodded "I heard about it" He stated, gesturing to the newspaper. "Something seems seriously creepy about it in my opinion. I will take the job. Do you have the details here with you?" Angder asked. "most notably where she was last seen, and any odd occurences around her and the family, My suspision is she won't have been moved that far from the area she was taken from."
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"I've got it narrowed down to the old church on the hill, near the suburb she lived in." Ray sighed loudly. "I'm sure it'll be cult related. Word is a new religion has popped up."
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"Sounds like you just need me as muscle then" Angder states. "If you already know where she is and all I guess its just a case of working out where in the building she is. Don't suppose this old church has a crypt or similar? If so, thats the first place we should look."
Angder blinked. "Wait, new religion, like... devil worship or something?"
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Ray nodded slowly. “Yeah, I’m not sure what they worship, but it’s new. As for the muscle thing, I guess I’d say it’s more two heads are better than one, strength in numbers et cetera. I’ve a feeling in my gut the girl’s in there, but it’s all circumstantial.”
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"If we have no other leads, I see no harm in looking. Worse case scenario we spend a few minutes exploring a spooky old church." Angder stood up "Unless you object, I see no reason not to go immediately."
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The cheetah crossed her arms. "Listen, kid. Don't you think I've heard that a thousand times before? I'm not falling for that!" Whilst saying that, the female punched in the wolf's direction to hit him.
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Ray nodded. "I have no objections to going now. I'm gonna assume you have a car, so lead the way."
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Angder nodded. "Its the old beat up thing you saw just outside" He put his coat on, and grabbed his two revolvers from under the desk (Perhaps slightly more haphazardly than was safe), before making for the doors.
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Upon arriving at the church, Angder climbed out of the car. He was grinning, trying to stay professional when in truth, he was actually pretty excited to be out here. "Well, here we are, you know more about this place then I do so from here I will follow your lead.
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The cheetah crossed her arms. "Listen, kid. Don't you think I've heard that a thousand times before? I'm not falling for that!" Whilst saying that, the female punched in the wolf's direction to hit him.
Wilco blocked the punch and twisted her arm around, pinning it. "Now listen to me. I'm telling the truth. If you come with me, I can show you. Then, You can make up your mind. I may need your theiving skills..."
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The cheetah dropped the bread she was carrying when her punch got blocked. Unlike others who said this very sentence to her, this one was not messing around, and he would be able to take her on 1v1 easily even in her optimal state. She looked grim, knowing very well they would not be able to wriggle herself out. The female sighed. "All right then... I'll come along with you." Medic practise or not, she was now subjected to this wolf's mercy.
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Wilco smiled and dropped his arm. "That wasn't to hard now was it?" He then walks over to a hatch and opens it. "Come along then."
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The female grumbled a bit, not wanting to accept her defeat. She kneeled down and picked up the bread. It was packaged, but the bag was partially damaged, rendering part of the bread unedible. The cheetah sighed, rolled her eyes and followed the magician to the hatch.
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Wilco waits for her to go. "I'll get you some food once we're there, ok?"
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Ray nodded, checked the book on his hip, and stepped out of the car. He sniffed the air, sighing quietly. "Here we go." Ray strolled to the front door and knocked. "Hello?"
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Angder followed, keeping his hands close to his revolvers. He was expecting this to go badly...
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The cheetah didn't answer, but looked inside the hatch. She wasn't used to magic tricks, so she had no idea what to make of this. She wanted to make sure it was safe before she actually decided to jump in, but she did already toss the bread in to see how deep it was.
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A spindly old ferret pulled the huge oak door open and smiled at the two investigators. "Hello, gentlemen. Can I help you?"
Ray nodded. "I'd like to uh...take a tour of the church? I-I'm with a...." He glanced at Angder before continuing. "A historical society. We've not got many documents on the church, and we'd like to make some, i-if that's okay."
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Angder offered to shake the ferrets hand, and gave him a warm smile. "This sort of church is rather my area of expertise" he stated. "Must date back... oh its certainly one of the older buildings in this region, need to examine the inner walls to get an exact date. Hang on..." Angder looked past the ferret, into the room beyond "Hang on! Is it just the lighting, or is that a Geranas style pew?" He asked. "Wow! I haven't seen one of those for years. I must get a closer look." he began to move into the doorway, past the ferret.
Angder of course, had no idea what he was talking about, but hopefully the ferret didn't either. He knew the key to this sort of con was complete confidence in yourself, and to look like you belong.
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The ferret looked extremely annoyed for a brief moment, but he opened the door. “Of course,” he said, venom dripping from his voice. “It’s not like I’ve got a sermon to prepare for.”
Ray pulled a notepad from his coat and began scratching at it with a pen in a somewhat convincing fake-writing. Part of him hoped Angder had more bull-hokey to distract the priest.
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Angder moved confidently into the room, he made a beeline for the pew. "Yes" Angder stated. "Look at this thing. Solid, strong. All the carpentry in here is top notch. Though... probably not original. Wood has a nasty habit of decaying and stuff." Angder looked excitedly towards the back wall. "Now this..." Angder moved towards the stone wall. "These blocks of stone... Fascinating. I would swear it was added later! Which suggests large parts of this church have been replaced. See how this block here." Angder pointed to a random block "Is distinct from this block here..." Angder pointed at a different random block that was lower down "The history of this place must have been fascinating." He looked over at the Ferret. "Don't suppose you have any of the original plans and things here in the church somewhere. We have similar stuff available to us. But most of it is incomplete. Any church records would be amazing to see!"
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The ferret followed Angder closely, his paws folded behind his back. "We do not, those would be in the library in town. However, I will attest that this structure has been rebuilt. After a witch-hunt in the 1700's, this church was burned down. But, it was rebuilt a few years later."
As the two chatted on, Ray slipped into the basement. He crept down the stairs, slowly, and eventually reached the area where community banquets are held. In the corner sat a young girl, a fox, bundled and tied. The raccoon approached slowly, looking around carefully. His gut told him he wasn't alone, and a few seconds later, a plank of wood across the shoulders confirmed his suspicions. Ray tumbled to the floor, but stood quickly, throwing a fist at the otter that struck him.
The scuffle was somewhat audible from the main floor.
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The hole wasn't that deep, and there was a ladder against the hatch anyway. "I can understand your confusion and fustration. I was in the exact same spot as you when my master found me."
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Angder sighed Looking over at the ferret "Don't suppose you can head over to the library to grab some of those papers? I will stay here and take some pictures with my camera"
Angder reached into his coat, his camera was not to far from one of his revolvers, and had not yet decided which to pull out. He could hear the fight downstairs, and had a feeling things were about to get ugly up here to, but he really didn't want to shoot an old man if he could avoid it.
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The ferret again shook his head. “I can’t leave! I’ve a sermon to prepare! Gods’ blood, no respect for religion these days.” Sighing, he strode to the pulpit. “Look, I’ll write a note for you. Tell the librarian that Father Alzwell permitted you and your friend to see the documents.” Alzwell looked about for a moment before speaking. “Where is the raccoon anyway?”
The basement went dark, and the scuffle ended soon after.
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"You have a master now?" Since the hatch didn't seem that deep, Zila decided to jump in after the bread. Landing safely on her feet without issue, she picked up the bread again and focused back on the wolf above her.
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Angder sighed. "Sorry old man" He flung what he hoped to be a clean knockout punch at the back of the ferrets head. He did not have time for this, with the scuffle below ending. He needed to be down there NOW.
Angeder raced down into the basement, hoping to find out what had happened to Ray.
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Alzwell collapsed against the pulpit, unconscious.
Angder would find the basement completely dark Only the dim, dusty light from the small windows high upon the walls filtered through.
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Angder swore, he pulled out a revolver, with one hand, and a torch with the other. If anyone else was in the room, Angder was about to make it very clear to them where in the room he was.
Grimacing, he turned on the torch. Fully prepared to shoot if someone attacked him.
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On the floor lay Ray, nursing a hurt jaw and lump on his head. He groaned as he sat up.
The fox-girl and the otter were both gone.
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Angder Lowered his gun, and glanced around, He knew no-one went past him on the way down. So that means there must be another exit, or Ray punched himself in the face.
Somehow the Latter seemed unlikely.
"You OK there? What happened?"
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After a long struggle to sleep, Geoff gave up and stepped outside. He supposed he might as well explore this area of the city and find safe 'home' and resource spots. As he approached a building near the back of an old church, he spotted some shadows scurrying about. A person. Or multiple people?
He instantly channeled the light surrounding him, his body disappearing in the darkness, and he scrambled behind a wall.
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"Ugh...yeah, I'm fine. Some goon jumped me. I dunno where he went." Ray stood slowly, using the wall to steady himself. "She was down here, Angder. I had her!" He pounded the concrete wall in anger.
Behind the church, out the storm-cellar, shot an otter and armadillo carrying a bundle that thrashed about. They headed for a mausoleum-type doorway.
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"I had a master..." He grimly smiles and jumps down, the hatch closing behind him as he grabs a lantern and lights it. "He was nice, but loony sometimes... That same loony attitude brought him his death..." His eyes seem glazed, as if he was recounting a memory, before heading down a path.
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"Uh- huh..." The cheetah nodded, still not wanting to follow the wolf. The situation she was in seemed to be growing worse with each passing minute, but there was no escape for her. She didn't even see much right now because her eyes were still adjusting to the sudden darkness, but she could see the wolf pulling ahead. Having no better plan, the cheetah went after him.
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"They can't have gone far. We just need to follow them" Angder stated. "If you don't feel up to that, there is an unconscious ferret we could go bludgeon until he tells us stuff. I left him slumped against the pulpit."
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Geoff instantly knew something serious was going on and hesitated to involve himself with any nasty business like that. This time, he wasn't sure if he finally grew some guts or got struck with a whim of foolish bravery, but he decided to take the risk.
He began to channel surrounding light again, cautiously pursuing the apparent criminals with the lightest feet he could manage.
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Ray shrugged. “Sounds like a plan.” He rolled his shoulders, wincing in pain. “You might have t’do all the beating, though.”
The duo quickly entered the large stone entryway, lighting torches as they moved deeper into the mausoleum. Inside, a hollowed-out burial tomb led to a titanic house of worship, impossibly large and coated in a slick black stone.
((Sorry for the wait. I must’ve dismissed the alert for this by accident.))
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Angder sighed "Fair enough then." he helped Ray to his feet, and lead him back up the stairs, to go talk to an old ferret.
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The ferret groaned loudly as his senses began to come around, just as Angder and Ray came up the stairs. Ray looked to Angder, and motioned at the ferret. "Floor's yours, my friend."
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Geoff stopped channeling while hidden within the darkness, and cautiously followed the light of the criminals' torches into the immense room. Before reaching the entrance, he began channeling again just in case, and started searching for places to hide and observe them from a distance.
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Wilco keeps walking down, before stopping in front of a wall, covered in runes and markings. "Well... we're here..."
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Voices echoed around the darkened church, obviously not any current language. Beneath that, the muffled sounds of struggle barely hit the ear. A few robed figures seemed to materialize from the walls, walking towards the central chamber.
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The cheetah glanced at the runes, then looked around whilst squinting. Putting a hand on her forehead, she was thinking about how this was probably the weirdest day of her life. So far going to this city felt like the worst plan in her entire life so far, and this event only made it worse. Looking at where they came from, the cheetah sighed. "Sooo, where are we, mr. magician man?"
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Wilco says a few words, and the runes glow green, before the door opens and torches light the way. "Why, We're at my home/lab, young lady." He says, pretending to be happy, though his eyes show that something is conflicting inside him, like two different forces at work.
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The female turned around and saw that the wall actually was a door! Upon seeing that, she rolled her eyes before she stepped inside. "I must be getting crazy" she mumbled to herself. There wasn't much light, but the cheetah's eyes were now enough adjusted to the dark to see the general shape of what was behind the door.
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Angder lifted up the ferret "OK. Old man, You have some explaining to do" He stated. "Either we can do this as a nice pleasant chat, or I can accidentally throw you down some stairs 5 or 6 times, and then have a nice chat."
Angder threw the Ferret onto one of the pews. "OK, Lets start with the simplest questions. Where is The child, and what do you plan to do with her?"
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(Sorry for the wait.)
Geoff ducked behind a pew and peeked an eye past the side edge to study the materializing figures with intrigue. Word on the street told something about a cult in the region, some loony toons kidnapping people for their mysterious deeds. He was pretty sure he had escaped such a fate a week ago before entering the city proper, but that could have been paranoia. Now it looks like he stumbled across that lot...
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The ferret, yelping as he crashed against the pew, looked at Angder with fear and disgust. "I don't know what you mean! I don't know of any girl! Please! I'm just a preacher!"
The robed figures began chanting, again in that unknowable language. They didn't seem to notice Geoff. There was a stink in the air, something old, dark, and evil.
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"Really. You know, with all the witches and evil stuff in this places past, what better place to worship demons or devils or some shit, thats what you do here right>" Angder stated. "The fact is, if your evil and self serving, you should care more about your ability to use your legs than some pissy demon that MIGHT grant you power if you go... dance naked round a pillar or something. You know, assuming does not skip that part and just eat you. The other possibility, your mislead, where upon the whole, kidnapping children thing, should raise huge red flags, and helping that child is a top priority, no?"
Angder lifted the ferret off the ground slightly, being careful not to actually hurt him, but making damn sure he was uncomfortable. "So, which is important to you, a childs life, or your legs? either way you should be helping us."
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Geoff's nose furrowed at the sickening scent as he tried in vain to interpret the strange chanting. All he got out of it was 'we're lunatics'. That's a given.
Whatever they were up to, simply sneaking out after the show wasn't in plan. No, he was going to crash this congregation. He had nothing else to lose at this point. He just had to wait for the right moment...
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Sighing, the priest nodded. “I-I...look. Gorgio and Frederick scuttled off to the basement with some kind of bundle. They must’ve found Kerwain’s old journals. I wanted to bring the faith back, peacefully. The boys must’ve gotten starry-eyed. Okay? The crypt’s in the back. Here,” He fished around in his pocket, and handed Angder a very rusty iron key. “The exit out the basement’s the fastest.”
A withered hand gripped Geoff’s shoulder tightly as a hand clapped across his mouth. A very old goat circled around in front of the bear, shushing him.
“I ain’t here t’stop ya, magic man,” the goat whispered, as he released Geoff. “I’m jus’ here t’watch.” He again circled around Geoff, staying crouched beside him.
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Angder blinked. "Wait, just like.... Well thanks. Sorry for punching you in the face." Angder looked over at Ray. "lets go, before something bad happens. As for you" Angder looked over at the Ferret "get out of here. Go home. There is little you can do here."
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(Hey Wilco, are you still in this RP?)
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(Sorry!)
Wilco led the way down, before saying "Fyreli" and the lab lit up via all the torches placed around it, showing a shelf, alchemist station, and books, among other things. "Welcome to my humble adobe." He rumbles.
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The feline looked around the now lit room, still holding the bread in her hand. Well, to her it actually seemed more of a laboratory. So this magic-wolf really was speaking the truth... so far, at least. There was still one question though: what kinds of experiments did the wolf do here. Either way, the cheetah had to compliment the wolf on one thing. "Huh. You definitely chose the best hidden spot for your work."
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He chuckles. "Thank You... I prefer to stay hidden, the government doesn't like me... I'm allowed out, but I can't show my wares unless it's accepted..." He says, pointing at a parchment on the wall.
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The cheetah followed the wolf's finger to where he was pointing at, and saw all kinds of stuff she had never seen before. It was suspicious that the government didn't like the sale of these goods, beecause that'd mean these supplies were illegal. Although, the police was corrupt up to the bone. She had noticed that more than once during her stay here. Lost in thought, she took a piece of bread out of the bag. She was about to take a bite in it until she saw at the last moment it was one of the unedible slices.
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Wilco sees her and hands her some bread, edible of course. "I did say I would feed you."
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The ferret shook his head, propping himself against a pew. “No...this is my house of worship.”
Ray rolled his shoulder, nodding. “We’ve gotta get the girl, ‘fore something irreversible happens.”
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Angder nods. "Suit yourself priest" He practically runs from the room, Heading for the crypt, He checked to make sure Ray was following, before continuing on to the door of the crypt. He kept the key in hand, not wanting to waste any time.
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Not a peep came out of Geoff's mouth, nor did he bother to turn, only flicked his ear in acknowledgement. With a hard-thumping heart, he played it cool, continuing to watch the chanting figures. At the same time, flipping focus to his 'extrasense' of the goat just behind him.
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Ray followed Angder at somewhat of a distance, taking a more cautious approach, as his previous venture down to the basement was rather unfortunate.
Inside the crypt, the central circular flagstone formation near the end of the crypt began to rise into the air, revealing another staircase down. The cloaked figures shuffled into the open maw of the staircase, disappearing to the depths below. That awful stench of evil only grew in it's presence.
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The cheetah sighed. "Fiiine..." She took the bread out of the wolf's hand and immediately took a bite in it. Still, she was planning to check if there were any edible slices left in the bread she stole. It would be a waste if her efforts were in vain, after all. "Suh wut uxuctlu dus tus jub untul?" She spoke that last sentence with a full mouth, not seeming to bother with etiquette during eating.
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("So what exactly does this job entail?" I presume that's what she said.)
Wilco chuckles. "It involves the one thing I know you to be good at. Stealing. Because of the government hating me, I can't get supplies that often. And I run out quickly, thanks to people wanting my wares, now that I've turned from a destructive phase to one of good. I could give you money to go buy supplies, and I will, as no one would realize that you work for me, but your talents will come in handy for some of the special stuff I require for some of my best projects and experiments."
He turns to the cheetah. "Though... We haven't introduced ourselves properly, my apologies. I'm Wilco. Wilco Whiteheart. Master alchemist and healer. Also hated by the government. And doctors. What is your name, young one?"
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(Well presumed!)
The cheetah swallowed and wiped away some crumbs from her mouth with the arm she used to take the bread from the wolf. "My name's Zila. No need to know more. And by the way, I'm not sure about stealing for my job. I've just been stealing to, oh I don't know, STAY ALIVE?" She placed the bread she stole somewhere on a table, leaving it for checking later. Despite Wilco's best intentions, it was clear it would need to take a lot of effort to get on the female cheetah's good side. Living in a ruthless city with nobody to count on took it's toll on Zila's overall behaviour.
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Angder unlocked the door the ferret had indicated. And pushed it open, drawing his gun as he does so.
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Wilco looks at Zila. "Listen... I was a lot like you... I was abandoned on the streets as a pup, left for dead. I survived and lived a lot of my life on the streets, ending up on the wrong side of the law quite a bit... I was like you, in a way. I was found in that same alley, by the man that became my Master. He took me in, and helped me along in life..." He looks away. It seems to have an emotional toll on him.
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The cheetah placed a paw on her forehead and closed her eyes, her tail flicking regularly in frustration. This was unbelievable. With each passing minute, the situation seemed to become more and more absurd. She cringed. "This must be some kind of nightmare... Please someone wake me up!" Of course, when she opened her eyes the situation hadn't changed, confirming that what was happening was very real.
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Wilco looks at her worriedly. "Sorry for wasting your time... I'll see you out if you want... I'll just live here alone I guess... I'm not a stranger to the darkness..." He says, sighing and looking at the cheetah. *That went miserably...* He thought to himself.
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The wrought iron gate squealed loudly as Angder opened it. The crypt was dark, not a light to be seen. It was also completely empty, aside from the tombs held within. However, the feeling was off, like something was hiding just out of reach.
Ray drew his flashlight, the beam cascading through years of dust and dirt. His brow furrowed as he spoke. “Looks like there’s not been anyone here in a very long time.” Ray turned to Angder with a shrug. “Maybe they doubled back?”
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Zila rolled her eyes, grabbed the bread she stole and slowly walked out the still open door herself. "Thanks for the meal," she said, in a rather unfriendly tone. After walking out, she looked back one more time, shook her head and entered the darkness of the hallway she came through.
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The door closes behind her and leaves the wolf in the dark. He sobs to himself. *I'm sorry Master... I failed you...*
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Still angry, the cheetah kept walking down the corridor to the hatch with the stairs she found earlier. It was dark, so dark that her eyes couldn't even see anything. She eventually started using the walls and touched them to continue. Closing in on the alley she was in earlier, she did not yet realise what opportunity she missed or what would happen due to the event she created.
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(She missed out on having a life and a home, and Wilco will probably a) Sulk, or b) Get mad, or c) Do nothing and fade away into the void of this RP)
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(Don't worry, Wilco. Zila's decision will give her a disadvantage over time, as well.)
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( Hey, is it too late to join in, but by using a Crossover Character from one of my old RP's? ^_^ ' )
Name: Jason Walker
(http://u.cubeupload.com/Justin93Daniels/JasonWalker.png)
Age: Appears to be in his late twenties - early thirties.
Species: Human/Anomaly
Gender: Male.
Relationships (Family, Romatic, Friends): None, as of yet. Might be open for Friends, unlikely but possible Romance, but no Family, due to him being from another world.
Current Job: Unemployed | Elite Paranormal Slayer (In another world)
Abilities: Astral Projection, Nox Eternus, Otherworldly Instincts
Astral Projection: Jason holds the ability to eject his own soul from his body, while spiritual versions of his equipment coat his spirit. While in Spirit Form, he is able to perform feats of extreme strength, speed, and even interact with the physical world without being spotted. However, he is able to "Materialize" himself as well, allowing for his spirit to be more of a "Decoy" of sorts.
Nox Eternus: A curse that is unique only to him, even back in his own world. It forces his body and equipment to vanish whenever he is killed, only to heal and re-appear near an unmarked grave somewhere within the world. His soul is then returned to his body, and he still feels the pain that he felt prior to dying, despite his body being healed. Furthermore, he would be disoriented to the point of forgetting the encounter he had prior to dying.
Otherworldly Instincts: He has been through all kinds of things, and hunted countless Paranormal Threats before in the past. After having crossed the Fog so many times, he has developed a bit of a "Sixth Sense" for the unusual, and can react towards motions that move at inhuman speeds... even having developed the ability to counter attacks from the speed of light, using his Spirit as a weapon.
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Stubborn as Zila was, she continued her way down the hall. Despite continuously checking the side wall to see where she was going, she somehow managed to hit her head against the starcase where the hatch was at. She shortly yelled at the sudden impact and dropped her bag of bread again, after which she carefully touched the sore spot. Her impatience would really be the death of her someday. First the magician, now the stairs... She dropped on her knees and started searching around for the bread by touch.
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Angder moved into the darkness cautiously. "maybe..." Angder stated. "But we have no other leads."
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The cheetah just sighed. She touched around, but for some reason could not find the bread she was carrying. She'd have to steal a new one, which she really didn't want to do with the situation she had been in this day. Then she looked into the direction she assumed to be back to the door with runes. Of course she couldn't see anything because it was all black, but she had the idea to get back to this Wilco magician. The wolf did offer her bread, after all, and she was still hungry... The female softly planted her paw on her forehead. "FIIIIINE! Ugh..." Having no better ideas, she went back into the tunnel a second time, mumbing some things that got lost in the darkness.
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The rune door glows, sensing someone nearby. Wilco was sleeping inside, mumbling to himself.
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Ray shrugged, waving his flashlight around the chamber. “I mean, yeah...but it’s much to go on. There’s no sign of anyone being in here...”
Ray wouldn’t notice, but there was a subtle click as his foot pressed a pressure pad down.
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Now that the cheetah female could see the runes glow, they knew where the door was. It also meant she found the way back and that she no longer had to worry about the darkness anymore.
After reaching the wall, she just slammed her fist against it. Of course this didn't have much of an effect besides hurting her own hand. Having no other ideas, she just started to yell. "Hey, you there! Open up this door, punk! I want to talk with you!"
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One of Angder's ears raised slightly, hearing a quiet sound.
"Wait." Angder paused for a moment, and his eyes go wide. "GET DOWN." He Dived for Ray, hoping to push him out the way of whatever trap he had activated.
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Ray grunted as he hit the floor, just as a barrage of darts shot from either side of the room. "Agh...thanks. What did I hit?"
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Wilco walks to the door, opening it a crack. "Yes?" He asks, cautious. "Is that you, Zila?"
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Zila rolled her eyes. "No, it's Santa Claws. Of course it's me!" The cheetah looked grim, and her ears were tilted backwards. "Look, you win, okay? I'll stay with you, or whatever."
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Wilco smiles weakly and opens the door wider. "Come on in then." He says, gesturing behind him.
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"Just give me something to eat and I'll pay you back," she snarled as she walked back into the lab. She appeared to be very difficult to please, and quite unhappy about... pretty much everything. Though, since she was living in a city like this with no comfort or security, that wouldn't come as much of a surprise.
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"Pressure plate" Angder stated "Just glad knocking you to the ground was enough, If it was a pit trap that probably would not have worked"
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Wilco nods and sighs, handing her some bread and meat.
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Ray cautiously stood up, keeping an ear out for more traps. He turned around to face the stairway to the church’s lawn, before letting out a bewildered “Huh? Hey...the uh...stairs are gone.”
Where the stairs were, a sleek obsidian-like wall now stood.
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She took the bread and meat, then started to eat like almost a viscious animal. Obviously she hadn't had a good meal in quite a while. And like before, she started talking with her mouth half full. "Buy the way, I dropped mu ow bread in the hallway". A small piece of bread flew out of her mouth as she said that. This didn't bother the cheetah at all, as she had far worse things to worry about prior to moving in with the wolf.
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Angder snarled. "This entire fricking thing is a trap isn't it." He looked deeper into the crypt. "Guess we have no choice but to hope there is another way out..." Angder moved slowly, heading further in. He was keeping an eye on the ground, in case there were any further traps.
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"That's alright, I get some from the bakers every few days as thanks for helping them produce bread quicker and more efficient." He says, looking at her. "You've got an attitude about you... Must've been tough living out on the streets alone..." He says, mixing a small potion.
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"You goffat right!" Zila replied, before swallowing another piece. "And then I can still consider myself lucky I didn't run into much trouble with the REAL criminals in this place! Why the police doesn't search those, I dunno! Morons."
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Wilco looks at you. "So... you want some vengence or justice against the real criminals here? That could possibly be arranged, the police like me, I help them a lot, especially with tracking potions." He finishes the potion and labels it, storing it for later. "Sure, the government hates me, but that doesn't mean I can't help the people out. Makes being lonely less boring."
He smiles, he seems to know a lot more then what he's letting on. Some digging could be in order, but he seems friendly enough that you could ask him what his secret is.
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"That's not my problem!" Zila replied, then put the rest of what was remaining of the food in her mouth. "Mmm... Fe phoblem ifh fat I'm im comphant danjuh! I'm juff thyim to suhvive!" The feline pouted and crossed her arms whilst she continued chewing her food.
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"That's not my problem!" Zila replied, then put the rest of what was remaining of the food in her mouth. "Mmm... Fe phoblem ifh fat I'm im comphant danjuh! I'm juff thyim to suhvive!" The feline pouted and crossed her arms whilst she continued chewing her food.
(That's not my problem! Mmm... The problem is that I'm in complete danger! I'm just trying to survive!, I presume?)
Wilco nods. "Young Zila, down here, no one can get to us unless I allow them to, or they stumble across us. Your not in danger anymore... and anyway, You'd have a shield potion to protect you from harm. I never really leave here without one..."
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Ray shrugged. “I’m not sure it’s that straightforward. Can you feel it? Feels like something is wrong...like we’re playing by a new set of rules...” He pulled a coin from his pocket, gently throwing it towards the center of the room. The coin seemed to travel a lot farther than it should have, clinking against the floor near the opposite wall.
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(That's not my problem! Mmm... The problem is that I'm in complete danger! I'm just trying to survive!, I presume?)
(Well, since my character is talking with food in her mouth you're kinda forced to presume, right? It's kind of the point.)
"Rightf..." Despite the fact that she was still busy chewing, her uncertainty could easily be read off of her face. She finally swallowed and thus finished her meal. "By the way, you said the police likes you whilst the government hates you. That doesn't seem quite right, especially since both the government and the police seem to be working together... They both seem to be ridiculously corrupted, anyways. What in the world gives, huh?"
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"Well... The police are more corrupted in my favour, willing to turn a blind eye and buy my wares, as long as I help them with their duties. The government, on the other hand, doesn't want anything to do with a sewer magic guy like me, and as I became more popular, the government has been forced into issuing both capture and kill bounties for me. Unfortunately, I stay at least one step ahead of them. It doesn't help that my master was a nutjob..."
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Zila shook her head and shrugged, with an indifferent look on her face. "That literally doesn't make sense, but whatever. At least I'm ridiculously well hidden here, so I won't have to worry about either the police or other criminals here." She turned as she looked to what was on one of the shelves. "Even though you're technically one, too..."