AngelofOctober

The Golden Brew

As well as me.

Digimon: Soul Hunters

Torisutan-san was very brave being the first one going into the resort alone. He didn’t know if he could do it. He liked to observe the world, he wasn’t so sure how to involve himself in a world that demanded such involvement. He was never the kid who went out on adventures, but watched other kids and their adventures. He liked his books and his drawings because they were safe. He heard popping sounds inside the resort, some kind of attacker perhaps. Torisutan-san’s puppets were scary, but he didn’t think he deserved to be hurt. Clutching onto Kyasarin-san’s clothes and shielded by her back, she inches forward inside the resort.

Kei you can’t be the scared ten year old, if you do these older kids might think you’re weak. They might not think you know how to handle yourself in danger. Despite his hands shaking, despite his trembling, he let’s go of Kyasarin-san’s shirt and leaps out from her side. There is a purple looking dinosaur. He looks hungry. Perhaps he’s trying to eat them. Kei takes out his sketchbook, which he hid in his pocket. He wouldn’t let the dinosaur eat them.

Whap!

Kei hits the purple dinosaur on the head with his sketchbook. The dinosaur winces for a second and looks at him. Kei looks back at the dinosaur who scratches his head after he swatted the dinosaur with his book. The creature begins to look around for a nearby object.

Dorumon hadn’t considered that these humans might have different greetings. Perhaps they didn’t want parties, but perhaps this how they said hello. Rubbing his head with a mixture of perplexity and confusion on his face, he picks up a red balloon, raises it up high, “HI-Yah!” Dorumon says hitting the boy softly on top of the head with said balloon.

“Hello, did I do that right?” Dorumon looks eager as his tail twitches side to side.

Kei stares at the creature. Uh?

“Um, nani?” Kei ask tilting his head to the side.

Dorumon mirrors the human's head movement and titles his head to the side. The both of them staring at each other.

Kei looks openly confused and nervous.

Dorumon’s tail twitches side to side.

“Do I need to hit the others too?” Dorumon ask finally raising his red balloon. Then smacking the two other humans with the red balloon on the cheek, “Hello I am Dorumon.” he looks eagerly happy and enthusiastic that perhaps he got the greeting right.

Dorumon stares at the other Digidestin. Max and Seven, he looks at the other three, “Do you have a name? And why don’t human names end in man?”

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

@Spiffy

How quaint, like pirates it seemed the rebels of society had a little meeting to talk among themselves. Like an illusion of peace among each other, he wondered what each were thinking internally. It was never what you saw on the surface that you had to consider, but what was in the inside. The weakest part of an individual was often their mind and the demons that they held in the closet. It just took the right kind of cunning to twist that into a weapon of some sort. Still he was here because Swarm suggested it and furthermore, he was here to get Reflections on the map or at least on their radar. Radar or not he’d keep quiet, listening to the words bounce back and forth. Clearly decision making was none of their strong suits, it didn’t seem like anyone had a solid planned, just agreed on a few issues.

‘For the record,’ he said, barely loud enough to be heard to the full width of the bar, ‘and as the field leader of the Jacks, I fully intend to do what I can to eliminate Patriarch as a threat, as permanently as is necessary.’

It struck out like an instrument out of tune with the others. Just one key off from the other. Violence had always been a way to cause attention. Sometimes unwanted attention that through an unnecessary sense of balance off balance. Affliction moved his head to the side to address the individual, but more the room. He wondered if he’d be heard in this crowded, and yet seemingly isolated little world they were in right now.

“Violence tends to bring unnecessary consequences,” Affliction replies, his voice still, and calm, devoid of the usual rally a villain would have. He stacks his hand above each other, “In the hierarchy of things, it’s better to take things on in it’s structural pillars. Every foundation has a base that which it stands on. Taking down those pillars.” he uses his hands to create crumbling in the air, “Usually takes a structure down without outing oneself.”

He nods his head respectfully to the individual and the group. It’s best to keep oneself as polite as he could right now. Fading back into the background again listening to others speak, he wondered if he had any purpose in this world. It after all was a town they associated with. A town they were familiar with. Something they claimed. Though eventually it was something he would reclaim in the future. For now it was better to get on the good side to create his own pillars.

Then another brought up Vials into the trial. Again this an interesting tool to bring up speculation.

"Reflections will help bring this community trash down in exchange for a number of these vials of our choice."

Arturo stares at Swarm. He hadn’t bothered to learn all the names in this one man, not yet. He knew they were there, due to a conversation they had. Though that was a bold claim to make. How powerful did Swarm assume he was? Or how powerful did he assume Reflections was? They only had the three. Though Victor started to take things more seriously at the clinic. He bit his lip.

Very well, no sense of undermining Swarm. It look like poor direction coming from their organization or their group. He didn’t like the idea of converting others to something they were not. Didn’t mix well with his morality, however, he’d let it slide. And see what he could do it with it. Perhaps ask Victor about it later.

“Yes, send us a target and surely you’ll know it is us, we might even have a plan in the works to swap the power dynamics,” Affliction adds, nodding his head assuredly, but remaining still, calm, and keeping his voice at an even tone.

Digimon: Soul Hunters

@SleepingSilence

A Friendly Face

This was it, the Digidestin had walked into the resort as he had hoped that they would. He put a lot into this. They would be more willing to help if they had their homes and didn’t feel scared. It’s why he chose this big place to put it in the center. This was familiar to the Digidestin from their world. A big place they called a mansion.

The mansion had many rooms so many humans lived in these mansions. Humans must enjoy the company of others humans, that’s what he suspected at least. It’s why he was glad they found each other, so they could begin to grow together a big bond. Dorumon happily moves his tail side to side humming to himself, waiting for the Digidestin enter the resort. When he heard the entrance door open.

“Hello-I don’t know what’s happening either. I’m Tristan.” the digidestined speak. “There’s four others who found themselves here too...”

Tristan suddenly hears the sounds of popping. Confetti comes down from the ceiling, a banner is lowered in bright yellow letters it reads; CONGRATULATIONS. Balloons begin to soar down to the ground as the room is literally snowing glitter and confetti.

“TA-DAH!” Dorumon jumps up from his hiding place, he only notices one human, where were the others, he looks around, “Where are the others?” Dorumon looks around, “Are they hiding?” He puts his hands on his brows and moves around. He looks under a cushion, “They aren’t here. I have something important to tell them.”

Strange Cases of SYNBAD [High Casual]

@MenacingEffect

Just do like everybody else and I'd say you're good.

Digimon: Soul Hunters

Collab Post With Several People

"There is nothing coming, no cars, trucks just a lot of nothing."

Katheryn sighed slightly with the statement that Carver said. She noticed there’s no cars, or trucks, it’s common courtesy to look both ways even when there’s nothing there. ”Yeah, it seems like the only things that are around…are us and the houses we live in,” Katheryn said, with a tone of confusion. She looks down at Kei to see if he’s more or less nervous to what Carver said. She looked at Carver with a curious look and wondered why a Englishmen would be here anyway.

"The road is the last thing I worried about. I am more concerned about where is this place, and where are we. Either of you two have any ideas of where this place is?"

She heard Carver’s question and she didn’t really know where she was, it was quiet in her house and it was a bit eerie to see houses that weren’t in her neighborhood. ”Uhh, yeah I haven’t really thought of that...It feels like a video game, I guess? I only woke up awhile ago nonetheless,” Katheryn said, additionally confused tone of voice.

Kei inches a little from hiding, “We’re not really sure….where we are.” Kei pauses and fidgets with his fingers, “I’m Himura Kei…sorry...I didn’t say so earlier. You…startled me.”

Carver smiles from Kei’s response seeing how he was just coming out of hiding. Carver says in a light friendly tone, ”Yeah sorry about that little dude, I didn’t mean to be so scary.”

Carver heard Katheryn’s response about this feeling like a video game Carver comments in a confused light joking manner, “A video game? This is a very weird video game if it is one. Waking up in your house but finding out that everything outside is different might be a way to start a video game a rather bizarre weird sadistic video game that throws children and young people into an unknown area for whatever reason we are here for.” Carver looks around a bit to see if there were anyone else like Kei and Katheryn and himself not knowing where they are. Carver then asks, “Do you guys think we are the only ones here or do think there are others?” Trying to piece everything together and having little success in trying to figure out where are they or why are they were brought to where ever they are.

“...I was thinking…this was more…like a dream or Alice n Wonderland...makes it less scary than a video game,” Kei says. He slowly inches a bit more into their presence. He knew he probably was just fussing over semantics, but it felt more accurate than a video game. He didn’t know any video games with this premise, but then again he also didn’t play video games to know that answer.

He nervously holds Mistah Furafu to his chest, “Kyasarin-san and I were…just about to investigate this strange world, like...Sharokku-san and Watoson-san…but I don’t think that works any more because there are more of us…errrr you could be Detective Conan-san.” About the only other detective he knew.

Katheryn heard Carver’s response and had a bit of a scared look on her face, mostly because of the word sadistic in there. That one word, reminded her of Ex-Boyfriend Lucius and it made her clutch her left hand into a fist. She unclutched her left hand from a fist to a hand since she heard Kei’s explanation. “That makes more sense, than what I had said Kei. I have to agree with you Carver, it would be a pretty scary video game if it done that and I usually stay away from the Horror genre,” Katheryn said, with relief in her face.

Katheryn looked at Carver and heard his question and her look turned slightly worried hoped they aren’t the only ones in here. ”I hope there's others in this strange place, that only has houses and a street and a sidewalk because that wouldn’t be good otherwise,” Katheryn said. She looked at Kei who spoke about investigating places and she felt a bit more relaxed when he did said that. ”It’ll be better to investigate this place to understand it more than standing here not knowing what it is,” Katheryn said, with a want to investigate this place than not.

“Uh. Pardon me?”

Carver looked at Kei and heard him talk about investigating what is going Carver suppresses the urge to laugh or chuckle from the kid’s idea of a detective. Carver did not respond to Kei though instead he noticed that Katheryn got scared from his comment about this being a video game. Carver heard her reply and answer his question about if they were the only ones here. Then agreeing with Kei about investigating the area. Carver was going to agree too but he notices someone coming near them who has puppets on their hands. Then says, “Well that answers my last question if we are the only ones here.” Carver turns to the newcomer and greets him, “Yes, hello who are you?”

Kei noticed the other kid approaching, was it a kid? From this distance he saw three heads and someone trying to talk to them. A monster, perhaps? He was really unsure, so he completely ducked beside Kyasarin. Trying to make himself invisible and close his eyes and three headed monster came closer to them. In his mind the creature was breathing fire, “gow gow”.

Katheryn noticed the newcomer approaching them, with two puppets on his hands and had a gentle and kind smile. ”Hiya, it’s nice to meet a new person. Why do you have two puppets on your hand?” Katheryn asked, curiously at the new person. She couldn’t help but look a bit at Carver who asked that question towards the newcomer. Even though, she did forget to ask the person’s name. ”Yeah, I have to agree with Carver, who are you? My name is Mugnai D. Katheryn by the way.” Katheryn said, introducing herself.

Tristan let out an inner sigh of relief. Noticing the three kids had their attentions directed at him, the youngest still partially shielded by the older girl. While nothing more than a hunch, he couldn’t shake that they weren’t the only beings present. The puppets swaying back and forth in perpetual motion, like the were performing a ritual. He kept the smile across his face, despite feeling like a bad joke was being played on him. Getting an introduction and inquires about his identity and puppets; not that he had any credible answers. This entire surreal experience had stolen his ability to improvise.

“Tristan,” He replied with a pleasant tone, “Pleasure to make your acquaintances.”

Receiving a swift slug on the opposite shoulder from Luci’s fist. Tristan glancing at the puppets staring up at him expressing their disapproval.

“What about us?” Luci interjected in a bitter and gruff tone, turning to address the group. “I’m Luci and my slightly less talented friend on my left is Angi. We’re Tristan’s - how’d you say - right and left hand men.” Luci giving a subtle bow, while Tristan rolled his eyes. The puppets reactions and their voices made them almost seem alive, though Tristan was merely putting on show. Angi wagged its arm in a scolding manner.

“Tsk. Tsk. You didn’t even give these nice folks you’ll full name! Were you raised in a barn?” Angi commented, speaking through giggling that made it sound playful.

“I’m never used my full name, how was I supposed to know how people from the city talk? Certainly aren’t from around here...which begs the question why they’re around-maybe they don’t know.” Tristan thought. Looking down at younger child, along with the puppets.

“And what’s your name?” Tristan’s tone and cheerful expression pushed with an extra sense of friendliness, puppets both waving at the child.

His head was spinning right now. He wanted it away. He wanted them to stop talking right now. There names weren’t registering and what they were saying wasn’t registering in Kei’s mind either. As they began to get closer Kei backed away slightly, “Inaya! I don’t want it!” he cried out as tears begin to stream down his face. Kowai.

Much to Tristan’s chagrin, watching the boy start to cry was the opposite of what Tristan wanted. His first introduction had already gone poorly, now it was getting worse. The puppets equally having a dismayed reaction, backed away and hugged one another beside Tristan’s chest. “Don’t cry, they won’t bite…” He reassured in a calming manner, how he’d speak to his siblings when they became upset.

Katheryn heard what the boy’s name is and she was a bit freaked out that he made the puppets speak, mostly because she watched some scary movies with puppets in them. However, she wasn’t as scared of them as Kei was in what his body language and his tears coming down his face as she looked down at him. ”Uuh, I believe you Tristan… but… I am a bit tense around puppets to,” Katheryn said, with a tone of shock towards the puppets. Her posture was a bit tense and couldn’t really keep her eyes off the puppets in how they moved and everything. She wasn’t really prepared in meeting someone who was a master at puppetry in any sense of her imagination. ”I am grateful to meet you but can you please, put away the puppets for the sake of Kei? Because Kei is afraid of them,” Katheryn said, kindly towards Tristan. She hoped what she said towards Tristan helped Kei’s state of crying a lot because it was too precious to see him cry since she’s very sensitive to other people crying.

Would anyone believe that he already tried stowing them away? Probably not, but their distress from the puppets made Tristan keep a mental note of their hypersensitive behavior. Considering he was willfully controlling their actions, what would happen if previous events were manifested? It became imperative to keep that a secret. Stuffing his puppets inside his pant pockets. “I’m sorry. It’s just what I do to lighten the mood...guess it doesn’t always work.” He smiled with a sense of guilt, reflecting the apologetic tone. But looking down, not fully sure of when he pulled his hands out slowly...would they come off? ”Good…”

Rubbing his eyes only slightly noticing the puppets slowly vanishing, he grabbed onto Katheryn’s side and decided that’s where he is going to stay till he felt comfortable. He mumbles, “we….were….investigating,” he hugs Katheryn’s side tighter, “...to figure….out...what….is….going on.” he continues mumbling his weepy answers, “Torisutan-san….I’m….” he tries to regain control of his breath after crying, “I’m...Himura Kei….” still polite to give someone your name he thought, but still frightened by Torisutan’s display.

A yawn escaped her lips as Rachel walked towards where the others were at. Jeez, what a long day already. This day was already long and it barely started. Who the fuck is able to do this shit anyways? It was freaking her out. She had to be in a dream. She pulled her shoulder length brown hair downwards, causing her to feel some pain in her head. She groaned, rubbing her head in pain. Okay, not a dream. At least, it could be a lucid dream.

How does she undo anything though? Lucid dreams were weird. She didn’t even know how or what she could do to go back to her house. For fuck’s sake…

This really is real then? Nah, she hoped there were more than just her hiding around...whatever this place was.

She heard people suddenly talking in the distance, speeding herself up before looking over to see a group of kids. Some of them looked her age while there was one that looked...pretty damn young.

She didn’t like kids too much, but whatever was going on, he didn’t need to be with them. She almost took pity on him.

“Uhhh, excuse me?” She asked the others, walking a bit closer to them, “I was wondering if any of you know what’s going on? Cause I don’t know what even happened. One minute, I’m falling asleep and the next morning people are gone.” Could this be straight out of a comic book or something? Were they abducted by aliens? “I feel like my head’s gonna explode with all these questions going through my head.” She muttered to herself softly.

Carver listened in closely to Tristan when he introduced himself also watching the reaction of Kei to Tristan’s puppets and Katheryn’s reaction as well to them. Carver didn’t say much as he was trying to figure out. Carver wanted to say something back when Kei started crying but was unsure what he wanted to say. When everyone calmed down, Carver was going to introduce himself when another person spoke. Carver looked at the girl that approached them listening to what she was asking Carver then answers her, “Join the club, we don’t know what is going on either. I’m Carver and...” Carvers point at each person as he spoke, “That’s Katheryn, Kei, and Tristan and you are?” Carver introduces himself and everyone else to the newcomer to this growing group.

Judging on the girl’s questions, Carver figured she was in the same position as they were. Carver counts how many people are around, “We’ll now that makes it five by my count. We need to figure out where are we and where to go so…” Carver looks around quickly not waiting for more introductions he points at what looks like a beach resort. “There! We should go there. It looks like a beach resort maybe we will find more people there or where are we.” Carver just pointing out the first place he saw that didn't look like a normal apartment or house figuring that it didn't fit. Carver just wanted an excuse to go there because it looks interesting.

Kei from behind Katheryn slowly peaks his head out to see another individual, listen to Kaba-san speak he nods.

“It….is….in the center too, so someone...is clearly guiding us there,” he mumbles, “Only….reason why something….so large would be in the center. It grabs too much attention on it’s own….so that’s a good place.” He pauses and stares at the new girl, “You coming along? We’re investigating the mystery.”

Katheryn sighs in relief after Tristan put away his puppets since they still kinda mentally put her on edge after watching some scary movies when she was a child. She smiled at what Tristan had said. ”Thanks for putting away the puppets Tristan,” Katheryn said. She could feel Kei hug her side since he was scared almost like she was a bit. She was grateful he was able to speak to Tristan mostly for the mumbling and weepy tone, as well as polite. ”Kei, you are cute,” Katheryn said with a smile on her face.

Katheryn looked around at everyone who’s gathered here with a smile, since Kei is hiding closely behind her. She turned and noticed a female walking towards them. She heard Carver introduce them to the new girl, who talked about her experience. She looked directly at Carver and had a look of thank you in her facial expression more or less meaning of how he introduced everyone. ”I had the same thing happen to me. I was more confused at the fact there was houses everywhere from different places. So what’s your name?” Katheryn asked, kindly towards the new girl. She sighed in relief, more or less that there’s another girl in this strange place. She heard what Kei said and smiled a bit. ”It would be nice to have you come along in our investigation of this world,” Katheryn said.

One prediction met, when another girl arrived questioning the same things as everyone else. The vague consideration given as directions was still the best suggestion thus far. Tristan wasn’t a wellspring of ideas, putting a sock puppet in it felt like the wisest option. This sense of discomfort like a knife resting a few inches away from flesh; the worst part was imagining the possible outcomes. If this was some kind of simulation, where’d his siblings and father go? What if they were stuck somewhere similar, but alone? The thought made his stomach feel sore and empty like an opened wound. Oh, it might have actually been due to his increasing hunger. Tristan coming to the realization that he was starving. He was just being silly, reminding himself that nothing would go wrong.

“It’s no problem. I didn’t mean to startle you both...” Tristan reassured with an anxious laugh escaping his lips. “I agree with Carver, we should head that way together. There’s a strength in numbers, after all. And we’ll have more time to introduce ourselves once we know where we are.” Tristan added, keeping an optimistic smile. He chose to follow along with the group, leaving the questions for the aftermath...

“Well, I figured that would be my luck.” Rachel sighed, resting a hand on her hip, “My name’s Rachel Summers by the way. I would say ‘nice to meet you’, but considering our situation isn’t too nice and we have no idea where we are or what’s happening, it really doesn’t work.”

Rachel wonders what exactly did they think they would find answers on a beach? She guessed the center part did make sense though honestly, “Hmmm, that’s a valid point.” She certainly had to tag along. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t be able to find out what’s going on, “I don’t really have a choice at the moment, so I’ll go with you guys.” They should be careful; they might end up getting into some sort of trouble. Whatever this place is, it seems that someone did bring them there for a reason. She wondered who and why they were here. They would find the answer if they stayed together.

Kei poking his head out from Katheryn’s side nervously stared at the new girl, “Reicheru-san, we thought….about investigating the resort. It seems in a weird place….Noticeable. Obvious.” He pauses, “I am Himura Kei.”

Carver responses confidently, “Alright then to the beach resort thingy!” Carver points and starts to head off to the beach resort in question. Going first and is hoping everyone else follows him. With a smile on his face Carver moved. Once again not looking both ways while crossing the road seemingly overlooking doing that again. As he did so a gust of wind kicked up and a round tumbleweed flew into his face, it seemed to made of several sticks, dried leaves, and some thorny branches.

Katheryn followed Carver and the rest of the group to the Beach resort. She hoped there was some answers at the Beach Resort or more people at least to meet. ”I hope we get to the beach resort and find answers too,” Katheryn said. She had a smile on her face while following Carver to the beach resort. She was grateful to be in a group of people who were wanting to investigate with Kei, mostly because Kei was the first person she met and he was a sweet kid.

“Hmm, yeah it does seem a bit out of place.” Rachel stated, going with what she thought about everything only moments ago. She followed the others, walking along. Something told her this wasn’t going to be a really nice place honestly. Despite it being on a resort, it was pretty ironic that it was supposed to be in a place that was supposed to be relaxing and nice. It’s gotta have some kind of dark tone to it.

She crossed her arms across her chest before speaking, “How ironic, a place that seems peaceful probably isn’t.” She sighed, “This is gonna be one hell of a irony if I’m right about that place not being what it seems.”

Strange Cases of SYNBAD [High Casual]

@knifeman

“You look handsome, like the time we spent our anniversary at the eatery in France,” she says fixing a crease on his coat and laying a hand on his shoulder. Sometimes he felt hesitant in these moments. He wanted to kiss her, but felt that was too forceful. Gemina smiles at him, there’s a twinkle in her eye. Sometimes he wonders if he cursed her with such animation and such swell of emotions. Then there are times when he is reminded of walking on the beach with her in the 20s. They nearly got arrested for taking the shells of the beach, but someone recognized him in the department back then.

“You are more beautiful age,” he tells her, she giggles, and turns into him. Leaning in, her eyes closed, and herself on her tippy toes. Viorel closes his eyes as well and they give each other a peck on the lips.

“Viorel,” Laura’s sharp tone startled the both of them.

“Oh,” Gemina turns away shyly.

“Is there something the matter?” Viorel ask Laura.

“No I’d like to bring something to your attention,” Laura says.

“Very well,” Viorel bows slightly, he looks to Gemina.

“I’ll tend to the children,” Gemina says walking off towards the basement. Laura watches her, then looks at him.

“You two are so weird, Angy grabs me arse in public and you two innocently peck each other’s lips like its some fantasy fairy tale, but act like I walked in on you guys having sex,” Laura remarks.

“We just like to remain modest,” Viorel replies. Laura shakes her head and ushered him from the hallway across the door to the call center. It’s where a few New Breeds of the past community took care of calls. The ones who wanted to help, but couldn’t provide much assistance on the field, did so here. Taking in complaints and other cases.

“As I know I screen everything each SYNBAD members does, you’re aware of some members Snapgram accounts?” Laura ask.

“Yes, it’s where I pose my puppets,” Laura gives him a stare.

“I hope that’s a joke,” Laura remarks.

“Myles taught me,” Viorel he nods his head slightly.

“Of course he did, well you should tell Luka and Myles to be more careful,” Laura replies.

“Is there a privacy issue?” Viorel ask.

“No, but something else could provide us a public disturbance issue,” Laura says having him come over to his computer. He was staring at both Luka and Myles photos, what’s the word they call it, tagging themselves going to the parade. Youth being the youth. Viorel nods his head.

“Yes, this seems typical of both,” Viorel replies, not seeing the pressing issue.

“And while I don’t put much stalk in social media stupidity,” she continues, “They have been both tagged in this flag by a username Bewitched. I am looking into more personal information as we speak, but she has gathered up a group of folks who call them Victims of New Breed Abuse. They even have a forum.”

“Are they violent?” Viorel asked, that’s the concerning matter at hand.

“No they are over dramatic complainers,” Laura replies, she clicks on a few things, “I give you. My boyfriend with the dog again. He doesn’t ever think about my needs or wants or ask me if maybe I want to spend time with the dog. He just takes her.”

He nods in acknowledgement.

“The reply she gets,” Laura continues, “You should dump him. Just because your boyfriend has the ability to speak to animals doesn’t mean he gets to be inconsiderate to your wants and needs for your dog.”

“Essentially what I am getting from this is that we even show an ounce of kindness, whether it be buying coffee or opening the door they’ll complain about it,” he finds himself remarking.

“Yes,” Laura looks frustrated.

Viorel nods.

“I’ll warn the group not to interact with,” Viorel gives her a look of confusion. Laura opens the profile of Bewitched. To something of a young girl who has purposely dressed herself into satanic imagery. Viorel takes a second to gather himself.

Has God Abandoned the Future

“I notice I have stunned you in silence,” Laura looks at him.

“It’s, unique,” Viorel replies, looking at the 666 on the young ladies head. Laura continues to watch him.

“Thank you for informing me,” Viorel nods.

He bows to Laura and makes his way towards the basement. He didn’t always understand the youth of today, always saying rude things to each other online. Always making snarky remarks. Politeness seemed to have died in the wave of anonymity. Though he knew some anonymous Knights with more respect than many of the youth today. Heading down into the basement, Viorel looks at the group that has gathered. Bridget is sitting on the couch with a whole chicken, Myles is rummaging through the cupboards, opening then closing them. Jack and Jensen are making pancakes. Gemina is watching them with a slight hiss. Luka is also here, very good then.

“Myles and Luka, I need to speak to you two privately for a moment,” Viorel announces he noticed it might sound like they are in trouble, “you’re not in trouble.” he quickly adds.

Strange Cases of SYNBAD [High Casual]

Special Tag: Oliver is primarily a PC, with a Person of Interest Tag. This means that in certain occassions, such as another member is creating a case for the group, they may have brief control of Oliver's presence. Otherwise the character is directly controlled by myself.

Age: 25

Alias: Don’t be silly, I am no superhero and I don’t see the reason why SYNBAD relies on these silly little names when they’ve been on the news and anyone with the right connections and know how would be able to figure it out. - Little does he know the department has a nickname for him as Crow’s Eye.

Tier: 3

Years in SYNBAD: 4 - Extra notation here, Oliver is rarely with the group SYNBAD his day job is within the police department itself. He is often more around during cases, though he visits on his off time -if any- from time to time to have a semblance of comradery. He may even invite those over to go fishing with him or something like that. Oliver’s main employment is within the judicial department itself, indirectly he’s part of an internal SYNBAD department, which means he deals with SYNBAD more directly when it comes to the unexplained and bizarre.

Lighting a fag, he slowly inhales, then exhales. It’s like a moment in one of those crime detective movies, as to individuals stare each other down in the middle of the night. Though staring down may have not been the keyword in this case, as you stood a foot above him, towering over the wiry framed, 5’4”, 162cm, man. He looked more like a child than he did a medical examiner in the police force, comically large, but fashionable sunglasses shading his gray colored irises, with a thrifty looking suit, often navy in color or black.

Tweed ties, which should forgo any semblance that he has a fashion sense, yet it is often paired with either a knee length trench coat or a fur coat. A young and youthful face gives off the impression of someone much younger in their mid teens or late teens, not a man in his mid twenties. Often wearing comfortable loafers, in different fashionable styles, some wonder why such the dramatics for one little tiny framed medical examiner, few would know.

The faintest smell of nicotine off this small 115lbs, 52kg, man isn’t a deterrent when it’s mixed with his vanilla scented lotion.

“Sorry I am nothing special, I just look ordinary, no unicorns here,” he laughs, yet he has a flat, single note tone to his voice. Though the cadence is raspy like an occasional smoker, despite its coarseness it’s a least lithe and easy to listen to.

Personality:

He’s not incapable, it’s clear that Oliver is adaptable for the most part, and smart. While he may not be a prodigy or a genius, it’s pretty clear Oliver can work around a problem with relative ease. To others he can be genuinely funny, though he is more likely to throw sweet flavored shade your way.

A smile can cover up a lot of words, while he may cover up that he’s poking at you with a smile, it veils biting internal commentary. That he strongly filters, in order to be better palpable to others. The conflict of fitting into the expected norms of a community and what he’d really like to say.

Oliver often feels pressured into behaving as society expects him to behave. He over worries and over stresses about fitting into the expected norm set for him. He recognizes that on the surface he looks human and to others that mean there isn’t anything particular abnormal about him.

Though akins the parts of himself he cannot relate to others as some kind of invisible aspect of himself that makes it difficult for him to relate to others well. He relates a story where he heard or resonated with a cats presence before it passed to convey a message to his girlfriend, to be confronted about it weeks later as something abnormal.

A lot of things Oliver is veiled about. While on the surface he seems nonchalantly to roll with the punches, he holds a lot of internal anger. But not enough motivation to verbalize this anger. It’s a lukewarm don’t care to care kind of attitude. Though it’s less like having no reaction, more like a lack of motivation to verbalize anything.

This veiling personality leaves a very externally positive, happy go lucky person, with the flair for the dramatic. Wearing clothes that otherwise wouldn’t be associated with his occupation, or placing glitter bottles or confetti in his pocket in order to provide his own glamor. Though internally is a very angry person, who own anger leaves him overwhelmed and drained that he has no motivations to do anything about it, someone who is always at the edge of losing it.

Skills:

M.D. Bachelor Degree -

Though unlike Foster/Harper, Oliver is a medical examiner. Someone who uses his degree to determine the cause of suspicious and violent deaths. His studies include forensic pathology and ways to diagnostically examine a body in order to determine time of death, with what, how, and observe details around the corpse.

Observational -

Oliver’s job is literally picking up on details others haven’t picked up on yet. His whole entire training has him scanning the world around him.

Police Training -

Since his day job is technically in the police department, he also has police training. Minor defense training, how to deescalate a situation, how to report a crime, and things such as that.

Good Fashion Sense -

You probably aren’t convinced that this is a skill, but pretend you have 14 pounds in your pocket, but need a good suit for a formal evening. You’re not thinking of the possibilities and endless combinations you could create with rather inexpensive clothing that looks like you copied it straight out of the latest fashion magazines. The trick is having a good eye.

Hobbies:

Zoning Out -

Sometimes Oliver’s days are long and some of the things he sees defy human expectations. It questions sometimes his belief or faith entirely in humanity when he is faced with its evil. He enjoys spending time alone by himself zoning out to music, any genre of music will suit him. Usually if it has a good beat and he can chill.

Fishing -

Then there are days when you need to get out of town. Take a trip to the lake, sit out in a boat, and forget that people exist and the world sucks. We live in a world these days that when we get out of nature we forget this little on spot is just the last remnants of a much bigger place we overtook. But he’ll look past that and try to live in the ignorance that this is a natural getaway.

Origami -

There’s so many things you can do with a piece of paper. Especially when you’re bored sitting at the office with nothing to do. A cootie catcher that when you open the flaps spells FUCK U, you betcha. A swan, typical, but yes. A frog, yep.

Weapon: Baton - used in defensive purposes to subdue his subject, not kill, or maim.

Equipment: Several utilities for writing, a journal for note taking, some glitter for dramatic flair often in a bottle

Fighting Style: Defensive non specified martial arts, in police training your taught a bit how to fight for self defense purposes. Though your main tool will always be your words. Oliver being tiny and short, and not always the average size of some men uses a non specific martial arts style taught to him by his police training course that uses soft martial arts techniques to use his enemies movements against themselves. All injury is then directed to self than from direct contact with Oliver.

Strength: Besides the amount of police training Oliver has had, he’s not the strongest individual of the bunch. He’s not going to be going into lengthy punch out battles with some dude with super strength. Oliver not a fan of pain much either and doesn’t have the best defense when it comes to taking hits, he’s lean, and thin. Even a tight hug could accidentally displace a rib.

Endurance: It’s not quite to superhuman levels, it’s a little bit better than most people’s. At the level of human in their prime level of fitness. He does go for morning jogs and while sure he’s not going to be taken punches very well, he can keep up with the best of them, if only it is to dodge an attack he’ll otherwise use to take advantage to trip up the next guy. He’ll eventually tire, just not as quickly, and is a wuss when it comes to particularly painful injuries.

Willpower: This is where things get complicated for Oliver. He’s spent most of his life being passed off to shrink after shrink, since his parents were concerned about the use of his abilities. They likened him to a psychopath or a serial killer. He was always in trouble for his powers, or the things he’d done to his dead pets. One time he exploded the hamster in the tub to pass on a final message. Because of this, Oliver is actually quite feeble minded. He’s concerned about his placed in the world, even if he passes it off as veiled optimism and a happy attitude. He easily falls apart at the realization that he’s not meeting society's expectations. And furthermore is either constantly overwhelmed with his own inner demons. Oliver is overly stressed and feels extreme pressure in society to adequately perform as the normal person he appears to be. Because of this it’s easy to attack him at the mental level, even if it’s hard to influence his behavior.

Speed: If there’s one thing Oliver does have it’s been quick and nimble. Mainly because his opponents are often twice his size, it’s easy to maneuver around them. Though his speed is not a direct motion, it’s more like being able to escape out of danger, or being able to move quickly out of the way. He of course is not going to beat any athletes out of their own game, of course not, but he at least can find a way to evade detection.

Reaction Speed: Slightly above average, Oliver training has always made him a naturally observing individual. So he can pick up on the slightest of cues and be able to react in an adequate enough time to be able to slip on through. Despite this his reaction speed is still not nowhere out there on the crazy levels it can get and there are still some delays between brain and action. Though Oliver still moves with an uncanny ability to read others fairly well.

Name of Ability: Zombie Juice

Class: Psychic

Character Theme: Character what now? I am a medical examiner, I don’t need any more things or expectations to be thrown at me. Please don’t glamorize my life in a way that’s so absurd I’d never be able to live up to that image. I’d barely be able to recognize that unicorn in the mirror then if you set the bar that high.

Ability Capabilities: Oliver interacts with the dead, though not like those TV shows on the telly with premonitions and the like. Ghost whispering, nor is it exactly like raising the dead. Instead it’s something more like dealing with zombies, and discerning information through body parts and fluids. Not too unlike his normal job, just with more enhancement. Pathology Manipulation might be a good way of putting it rather than simply reanimator.

Qualities of Ability:

Waking Dead -

Oliver can shoot a jolt of energy through a deceased individual’s brain, in order to reactive the brain enough for the individual to speak. They aren’t necessarily alive in this state, more like something between states. In ancient medicines and in ancient magical practices, they say something like crystals can retain the memories of events around them. Seems like a weird allegory, but the idea is more like digging at what the brain retained just before the state of death.

Just Stunning -
The jolt that otherwise affects the brain of the dead to reactivate, partially, tends to have the opposite reaction with those living that Oliver touches and decides to deliver a shocking result. This affect is used to stun others into submission, his jolt can often be the strength of a 50,000 amp stun gun from his palm directly to their body. However, as it is with his other ability this isn’t as clean cut as it should be.

Dying to See You -

It’s not just the brain Oliver can reactivate and use to discern information. Any impartial remains Oliver can discern events that happened to them by touch. It’s a really hazy, poorly put together jigsaw of information that barely cobbles together an accurate story. Death is really complicated and once again it’s not easy as he’d like it to be either.

Blood Thinner -

In layman's term someone would say that Oliver absorbs small amounts of blood through his skin. Though the truth is a bit more complicated than that. While it is true Oliver takes in small bits of blood through his skin, he actually breaks it down to its atomic energy in order to discern information from the leftover energy, not necessarily the blood itself. It’s difficult to do this with dryer or older blood when its blackened, though plausible, just difficult.

Last Words -

Less a direct ability he controls, and more like a passive ability. It seems his powers is some mass perversion of empathetic powers. But any passing person near him, soul expels a final message to their dead ones. Though this is more a feeling than words.

Strength of Ability: Quite frankly speaking, it’s probably the reason why he’s the best medical examiner SYNBAD is ever going to get. Someone who understands the stories of the dead and is able to define and so accurately portray their experiences, someone who truly knows is anyone family’s relief. While that may make him sound creepy, it’s a unique gift that blesses him wholey to get the dead the justice they deserve, on another it’s his curse that makes him understand dead people more than living.

Weakness of Ability:

Sometimes it seems Oliver forgets that people don’t like to talk about corpses, his ability has given him a unique insight into the world of the dead and questions one’s belief in the afterlife or at least perverts it in some way. For many this puts Oliver in a weird position it makes him come off too outside the norm for anyone to accept that part of himself. So he shuts others out about his world, because there’s nobody to talk to about corpse stuff. He finds himself identifying humanity with their death than their living lives, which puts him in an odd position with others.

Oliver spent most of his life in belief that there is something wrong with him, which puts him in an awkward state of mind with people. While he is glad he can provide the dead a voice they otherwise wouldn’t have, he wished he looked more like Bridget or Myles. Something that physically symbolize his difference between humanity itself.

There’s a lot of disassociation in his life where he feels completely mentally or physically lost. Beyond the fact that he is often drained by the end of it. It’s not a physical tired, but a mental tired. Your brain constantly scanning and finding information. Any introvert would be exhausted socializing with a large amount of people, in some ways this is similar in concept. Taking in new bits of information and trying to jumble them together leaves stress headaches, moodiness, and being overtired at times.

While his dreams take him to such vivid realities that aren’t his own. Dreams that make him lose himself, or dreams that playback the death of someone over and over again. Screaming and phantom noises in the back of his mind. Oliver stays silent through it all.

Limitations of Ability:

Despite Oliver having control of what he wants to send a jolt through, sometimes he has little control of how much juice he is giving something. With that in mind sometimes when things are given a jolt of energy, if it’s too much he has a tendency for the dead’s head to explode. Like having forgotten to take something out of the plastic wrapper and it explodes in the microwave. Abilities like being able to discern information from fragments and limbs are often what happened exactly to the limb. None of his powers give him direct context to the information.

Instead he gets the information in a poorly laid out blueprint in his brain that he has to jigsaw back together. It’s like a rubix cube with a few missing colors and you still have to manage to put the few remaining colors back together. Sending a jolt to an individual can lead to other complications, while they may not outright explode, his jolt can send enough energy to accidentally place someone in cardiac arrest, or sometimes his jolt starts hemorrhaging in certain parts of the body, or sometimes their heads explode.

Biography

Quotes:

“Do me a favor, if you meet God, tell him corpses smell gross, and I’d like him to give them a better scent, thanks.”

“Might not be a unicorn, but still fabulous nonetheless” -smiles, sparkles- [he just literally threw glitter on the ground]

“Look I am going to be frank, but you know what they say about frank he’s always nipping problems in the bud before they become problems. Your “problem” doesn’t really concern me, your wife is mad because you’re not sticking to the diet you promised to stick to with her. That seems like a fairly reasonable thing to be mad at, someone who doesn’t stick to their promises. Right now I have a guy, bits, and bones stuck in a woodchipper. So, which position would you like to be in? Mine or yours?” -smile kindly though-

Reputation: Mixed. No one can really grasp a feeling on what they think of Oliver. While they can admit that he is a fundamentally decent work and someone they openly admire. He can also be kind of off. There is no way someone should talk so casually about his work as if it doesn’t affect him. Or make nonchalant comments about death as if that’s a conversation you should have at brunch. People aren’t quite sure whether to peg him as a Dexter [from the show] or just socially awkward.

Strange Cases of SYNBAD [High Casual]

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His hair was kind of dry at least the ends weren’t dripping onto his clothes. He looked at himself in the mirror for a long time, the bruising around his eyes were the usual, he didn’t know why he was then lathering on some black shadow an eyeliner, but he thought it gave a more dramatic appeal. On those makeup shows they’d say things like making your eyes pop, well they certainly did so. His phone vibrated.

Natalie: Looking cute. What’s with the towel?

Me: I didn’t have a good prop. Half asleep.

Natalie: I’ll meet you at the parade. XoXo

Me: Course. Meeting some others too.

She doesn’t reply, he doesn’t really know why she continues to text him. Sort of hurts that they are this distant these days. It’s not cause he tried to chew her finger off during intercourse where finger sucking might have been a thing, but other reasons. Myles sighed whatever, running a finger along the slit of his mouth. Could he just not go today? He’s feeling all sorts of moody. He wonders if some people knew about the finger thing or the ear thing if he craved human flesh. It wasn’t that. He got excited and things just go blank from there.

It’s all arousal, your house cat nips when they love being pet. Same concept. Just he could have his partners lose a finger or two. He groans. Getting up, should get to the kitchen, find something to eat. Or was he too nervous to eat? Guess he’d find out. Rushing out of his bedroom, Gemina runs past him in a fancy dress.

They were so out of touch with time Viorel and Gemina, weren’t they? Didn’t matter it was cool. He wished he could be as confident as Viorel. He strides out onto the hallway. Viorel always walks with this fashionable swagger, using the hallway, he tries to walk as stiffly as Viorel down the hallway.

“Yes, let me explain the intricate details of the historical world to you ad nauseam,” Myles says having his hand extended out like he were an elegant king.

Continuous to pace down the hallway, he didn’t care if Laura is in the call center. Maybe Viorel isn’t going to work out for him because he just doesn’t have the royal stare of doom. Jack’s all right too, like an older brother, but the only thing he could think of is walking a little straighter and trying to look casually handsome.

“Problem what problem,” Myles says with a shrug, “I see no problems as I am walking close to a mangled corpse. It’s an ordinary day, always dark stormy sun shining through gray clouds day at SYNBAD. Boredom laughter cue; hahah.”

Myles sighs none of this is working to bolster his own confidence. What would Jensen do?

“Oh it ain’t all bad,” Myles tries to imitate the casual laid back attitude of Jensen, even pretending to ruffle his sandy brown hair, “You just have to see the world for what it is.”

Laura pokes her head out the door in the call center, “Stop talking to yourself. We don’t need more problems from you.”

Myles looks at the brunette. He decides not to engage. She’s always been a little scary to him. Heading down to the little cubby that had two sets of steps, a metal rail leading up towards the 2nd floor and some cement steps leading down towards the lounge, he began to take the steps down. He wondered who could be up at this time because he could smell cooking.

A passing thought of Myles was to one day dress like that creepy dog meme and crawl up these stairs in the dark during Halloween. He’d never do such a thing though cause he didn’t want to earn any more points of being weird.

Entering the lounge his felt a pit grow in his stomach. A handsome, fair sandy brown, Jensen is moving around in the kitchen prepping pancakes. He’s so smooth skin, boyish in his charm, yet remains masculine. Then there’s Jack, he just looks like catalogue jean model looking hot even when bored and that’s what girls like for him.

“Morning,” Myles mumbles, hoping they never find out he tried to imitate them just a minute ago.

Strange Cases of SYNBAD [High Casual]

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1st Floor Front Entrance

2nd Floor

Basement Lounge

Their actual couch