"Ah if only my comrades were here," he mumbled to himself as he walked with the others through this realm of cold and darkness despite it being a desert. He reminist on those old days where he fought along side a band of might warriors, all with skills of there own, one being his own lover. Those had been the days before the curse had found its way to his realm, a time of peace and celebration, a time where the king was wedded and won a great war against mighty foes across the oceans that lied at its borders. That peace though only lasted for so long until things went downhill. His friends he knew not what happened to them besides that they were blown to all directions of the realm to help defend it, before he traversed here for his own quest. He hoped to return one day, but deep down he knew it was too good to be true to hope for there safe return, the realm was all ready lost before he left seeking a cure for his plight. If the others lived he doubted they would remain there.
He shook his head to get out of his trance. There was no time to worry on the past, only the here and the now. To complete his duty."Quiet true, another beast would be tough here but at least now we know what we are up against in these lands. This journey was never going to be an easy one we knew that when we started and we know that now," he replied ",We must have courage to fight, must have courage to survive and move on."
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Scorn smiled happily."Sure there's plenty of room," She said ",It's still in development but rooms have been worked on a bit so you should have no trouble find a room with a bed." The abondened building Scorn used as living and the Reapers base of operation, she had found shortly after arriving in New York. She had no idea why it was vacated out but it was there and her's for the taking. No one bothered her and her fellow Reapers and if someone did own it they never came around. She had gone about getting the other Reapers to fix it up a bit along with helping here and there when she wasn't working on her own little projects or trying to pinpoint small scale Syndicate operatives, those that would be puppets for the guys in the masks. She knew he had been somewhat of a needle in the Syndicate's side since she arrived in New York. She didn't doubt they knew the Reapers existed now in New York, she had been trying to be trouble for them, create chaos and disturb their plans while continuing on hers.
"Heck it could probably house a small army if we had enough beds," she added with a laugh though it was partially true. The building could of been an apartment flat once for all Scorn knew but the only thing she cared about was that it was livable and a perfect base."There should be a few spares. I think last I counted there were ten rooms with beds. Five of which are taken by the boys you met earlier today, then there's me, oh and then there's another guy you haven't met. Found him while traveling, last of the group called the Dustmen I think they were, another group from Empire City but seems all of them were killed in that blast that destroyed it besides him. He keeps to himself. Anyways, adding that up there should be at least three spare rooms. Probably have more soon when we can snatch some more beds."
"You want to walk or use powers? Powers are quicker but you didn't look to good when we got here through teleportation methods, I take it your powers take a bit out of you when you use them," She said in a somewhat caring manner. She might of been a cold psychopath most of the time but she still had a warm heart somewhere in that ice of a shell and it sometimes pierced through the bitter cold of her normal nature to show in rare spurts.
"Heck it could probably house a small army if we had enough beds," she added with a laugh though it was partially true. The building could of been an apartment flat once for all Scorn knew but the only thing she cared about was that it was livable and a perfect base."There should be a few spares. I think last I counted there were ten rooms with beds. Five of which are taken by the boys you met earlier today, then there's me, oh and then there's another guy you haven't met. Found him while traveling, last of the group called the Dustmen I think they were, another group from Empire City but seems all of them were killed in that blast that destroyed it besides him. He keeps to himself. Anyways, adding that up there should be at least three spare rooms. Probably have more soon when we can snatch some more beds."
"You want to walk or use powers? Powers are quicker but you didn't look to good when we got here through teleportation methods, I take it your powers take a bit out of you when you use them," She said in a somewhat caring manner. She might of been a cold psychopath most of the time but she still had a warm heart somewhere in that ice of a shell and it sometimes pierced through the bitter cold of her normal nature to show in rare spurts.
Some are going. Scorn though is going to do something else.
Zaccar nodded at Clara."See you around then and also, I think werewolf is the better trade off, at least I can still walk around in the daylight," he chuckled taking the last drink from his bottle, which was by now empty. He planned to perhaps sit there for a slight while longer then head out, enjoy the last few hours he had before the night came and he would be confined within a small room to keep the beast from killing.
"Sure the strength, senses, and endurance are nice but its the rage that makes me wish I was human once more," he said to himself quietly once Clara was gone. He didn't mind the bonus's he got for being a werewolf but it was the anger of the beast, the fear of loosing control of it and killing a person which made him not enjoy what he was. His body might of healed from the attack that made him what he was, but he had the scars to show what a creature like him could do to a person and the images of his friend's bodies scattered on the ground before he was found, near dead. He always wondered why he survived that night eleven years ago, why he hadn't been ripped apart like his friends. Questions that never could be truly answered. He was what he was now and had to live with it.
By that time hell broke loose. The shattering of spells and then a guy's head exploded as the guy who had entered earlier who Zaccar had noticed to be a new face to him announced his presence. He stood up on instinct with a growl in his throat and his eyes shifting from there normal blue to yellow before he could come back into control, though the growl still was in his throat. He had to be wary though the Moon was what forced the change, there was a slight chance he could change earlier in the day if he didn't maintain control. It had happened before once or twice before he knew about the Abandoned Bar and he didn't want that type of carnage here. The wolf within wanted to attack but knew to be wary as well listening to this guys speech on so called cleansing the world of every day people so they could walk in the light willingly.
"Why the hell would would join a psychopath who just decide to kill an innocent man and talks about genocide. I don't give a damn what you think about humanity. They have as much right of life as we do not instant death because you will it so," He growled through clenched teeth, forcing control over the beast. He wanted to do something but remained still, partially because this guy had just blew someone's head off so he couldn't just out right attack him or he would suffer the same fate perhaps, and partially because he was fighting internally with his wolf over the control of his body and not shifting at that moment. Yet he also knew he had to try something, he was a damn cop for Pete-sake and this guy had just commit murder right in the bar. If he could call back up he would of but again the guy had them all in full view and trying to explain why a guy's brain was all over the bar would be tough to explain, not many people carried guns here and fewer with firepower that could explode an entire persons head. Yet if he moved it would break his concentration of the fight he was bound with internally, both wanting control. If he move the wolf would win and the change would happen whether he wanted it to or not. He could feel it coming if he moved. His skin felt like it would rip open at any moment revealing the monster that usually lied dormant in him.
"Sure the strength, senses, and endurance are nice but its the rage that makes me wish I was human once more," he said to himself quietly once Clara was gone. He didn't mind the bonus's he got for being a werewolf but it was the anger of the beast, the fear of loosing control of it and killing a person which made him not enjoy what he was. His body might of healed from the attack that made him what he was, but he had the scars to show what a creature like him could do to a person and the images of his friend's bodies scattered on the ground before he was found, near dead. He always wondered why he survived that night eleven years ago, why he hadn't been ripped apart like his friends. Questions that never could be truly answered. He was what he was now and had to live with it.
By that time hell broke loose. The shattering of spells and then a guy's head exploded as the guy who had entered earlier who Zaccar had noticed to be a new face to him announced his presence. He stood up on instinct with a growl in his throat and his eyes shifting from there normal blue to yellow before he could come back into control, though the growl still was in his throat. He had to be wary though the Moon was what forced the change, there was a slight chance he could change earlier in the day if he didn't maintain control. It had happened before once or twice before he knew about the Abandoned Bar and he didn't want that type of carnage here. The wolf within wanted to attack but knew to be wary as well listening to this guys speech on so called cleansing the world of every day people so they could walk in the light willingly.
"Why the hell would would join a psychopath who just decide to kill an innocent man and talks about genocide. I don't give a damn what you think about humanity. They have as much right of life as we do not instant death because you will it so," He growled through clenched teeth, forcing control over the beast. He wanted to do something but remained still, partially because this guy had just blew someone's head off so he couldn't just out right attack him or he would suffer the same fate perhaps, and partially because he was fighting internally with his wolf over the control of his body and not shifting at that moment. Yet he also knew he had to try something, he was a damn cop for Pete-sake and this guy had just commit murder right in the bar. If he could call back up he would of but again the guy had them all in full view and trying to explain why a guy's brain was all over the bar would be tough to explain, not many people carried guns here and fewer with firepower that could explode an entire persons head. Yet if he moved it would break his concentration of the fight he was bound with internally, both wanting control. If he move the wolf would win and the change would happen whether he wanted it to or not. He could feel it coming if he moved. His skin felt like it would rip open at any moment revealing the monster that usually lied dormant in him.
"Ah everyone's going to the Museum all ready? I just started drinking though," Scorn pouted slightly ",Well I guess they can have a head start, I want the rest of my bottle first." She went back to drinking from her bottle, unaware at the moment one of the early customers who had been there for awhile had been watching her, and waiting for a moment to do something stupid no doubt.
It wasn't hard to smell the alcohol on his breath, anyone could probably smell him a mile away. Some moronic drunk who was at the bar most of the time and had tried hitting on anything with two legs and was female. This time his target was Scorn and he would soon learn why no one messed with her. He must of not been there on the day when she threw a guy across the room for sitting in her chair or else he would of be smart and not bothered even going bother.
Overall the guy wasn't bad looking, a bit gruff around the edges with some bloodshot eyes but if he was sober and managed to actually take a shower he could of been a handsome person, around the age of thirty. He casually walked over, at least tried the best to walk over to where Scorn was butting in between where Sam sat and where she was. Scorn didn't even look at him, grimacing at his smell.
"Did heaven loose an-," he began before Scorn bashed her bottle over her head. It happened so fast that if you blinked you might of missed what happened.
"Sorry I don't have time for losers like you and I'm definitely not from heaven, think of a place lower and much hotter then heaven," she said getting up and then punching him in the stomach ",That's for wasting my drink and this-." She punched him again, this time lifting his face up before she did, prerhaps breaking his nose in the prose and knocking him out ",is for wasting my time. Finally this is for the shitty pick up line."
She kicked him one last time.
"Chloe what did I tell you about starting fights!" Zeke said with some annoyance.
"He started it and it was hardly a fight," Scorn said ",And don't use that name, that person is long gone. You know that."
Scorn then turned to Sam."So since it would seem our time here is coming to an end, you want to head back to Reaper HQ, or we can split our separate ways for the time," she said casually as if the last few moments were a common thing. She had one foot on top of the conduit guy who had tried to hit on her. Though she thought Conduits were above norms, it didn't mean she wouldn't beat them to an inch of their life if they stood in her way or bothered her in a way she did not like. She didn't feel like heading to the museum. There would be no point in having ten different conduits observing one place, and the attack supposedly wasn't until Sunday so nothing to do but wait for the ones who were going to scout it to give intel and report back. She would of liked to of gone herself to cause some mischief and mayhem but she got in trouble there all ready and they would be watching for her.
It wasn't hard to smell the alcohol on his breath, anyone could probably smell him a mile away. Some moronic drunk who was at the bar most of the time and had tried hitting on anything with two legs and was female. This time his target was Scorn and he would soon learn why no one messed with her. He must of not been there on the day when she threw a guy across the room for sitting in her chair or else he would of be smart and not bothered even going bother.
Overall the guy wasn't bad looking, a bit gruff around the edges with some bloodshot eyes but if he was sober and managed to actually take a shower he could of been a handsome person, around the age of thirty. He casually walked over, at least tried the best to walk over to where Scorn was butting in between where Sam sat and where she was. Scorn didn't even look at him, grimacing at his smell.
"Did heaven loose an-," he began before Scorn bashed her bottle over her head. It happened so fast that if you blinked you might of missed what happened.
"Sorry I don't have time for losers like you and I'm definitely not from heaven, think of a place lower and much hotter then heaven," she said getting up and then punching him in the stomach ",That's for wasting my drink and this-." She punched him again, this time lifting his face up before she did, prerhaps breaking his nose in the prose and knocking him out ",is for wasting my time. Finally this is for the shitty pick up line."
She kicked him one last time.
"Chloe what did I tell you about starting fights!" Zeke said with some annoyance.
"He started it and it was hardly a fight," Scorn said ",And don't use that name, that person is long gone. You know that."
Scorn then turned to Sam."So since it would seem our time here is coming to an end, you want to head back to Reaper HQ, or we can split our separate ways for the time," she said casually as if the last few moments were a common thing. She had one foot on top of the conduit guy who had tried to hit on her. Though she thought Conduits were above norms, it didn't mean she wouldn't beat them to an inch of their life if they stood in her way or bothered her in a way she did not like. She didn't feel like heading to the museum. There would be no point in having ten different conduits observing one place, and the attack supposedly wasn't until Sunday so nothing to do but wait for the ones who were going to scout it to give intel and report back. She would of liked to of gone herself to cause some mischief and mayhem but she got in trouble there all ready and they would be watching for her.
Oh time for the Museum of Natural History is it? Hmm wonder what Scorn could break there. XD So many lovely things that could be destroyed so easily at a moments notice. That is if she was even let in, not sure how many people would let in someone dressed like her and with a painted skull on her face. Then again she wouldn't care, she would slip by the by using the shadows or she could just kill them, both work.
Yeah for random NPC that got the crap kicked out of him for just talking to Scorn. XD
Yeah for random NPC that got the crap kicked out of him for just talking to Scorn. XD
Oh Scorn is accepting of all conduits as long as they can handle her insanity and psychopathic nature which will be shown more throughout the RP. Right now she acts level headed as to make those conduits who consider themselves heroes not really think much about it besides the fact she dresses weird and has a skull painted on her face. Though when she gets her hands on a Syndicate member or a norm she doesn't like, things can change very fast for her.
AcerRo said
That should be fun. I'm glad trape pointed the failing and the fact that almost no one is sober.
Hey Scorn isn't drunk, she's buzzed, there's a difference. XD
Very intersting, Scorn thought seeing how angered Sam had gotten in such short noticed. Good, very good. Seems she just wasn't a timid person, she could be outspoken if pushed perhaps just needs some encouragement.
"Oh no need to be sorry, I rather enjoyed the show," Scorn said ",I don't see you as a sidekick by the way, we're partners, all equal in the Reapers, well besides me giving orders and all but other then that we are going to be one big happy family and group once the Syndicate problem is taken care of." Scorn smiled happily and then added to everyone else."Oh if we need norms I know a few. They might need a little makeover but they can do the job if told by me at least, fellow Reaper operatives," she said merrily. When she saw her little three orange coated friends again she would talk with them about it that is if the others would accept their help. It was a good time as any to mention she had norms to show she was somewhat accepting of norms, as long as they knew there place under conduits.
"Oh no need to be sorry, I rather enjoyed the show," Scorn said ",I don't see you as a sidekick by the way, we're partners, all equal in the Reapers, well besides me giving orders and all but other then that we are going to be one big happy family and group once the Syndicate problem is taken care of." Scorn smiled happily and then added to everyone else."Oh if we need norms I know a few. They might need a little makeover but they can do the job if told by me at least, fellow Reaper operatives," she said merrily. When she saw her little three orange coated friends again she would talk with them about it that is if the others would accept their help. It was a good time as any to mention she had norms to show she was somewhat accepting of norms, as long as they knew there place under conduits.
Scorn looked over at the one named Evelyn when she spoke. Oh I like her, Scorn thought to herself, putting Evelyn on top of her candidate's list of recruits.Then there was the guy who spoke up after. She remembered hearing his name before from someone in the bar, but for the life of her she couldn't remember, it started with a 'G' though she was pretty sure about that.
"I have a few friends who can help in the matter as well," Scorn chimed in ",I'm sure they would like to have some fun with the Syndicate. It'll be a party, one to remember." She laughed happily. Oh this would indeed be fun. Sure she might of been working with those villains who thought humans and conduits were equal but for now they had a common enemy the Syndicate. Of course if she was going to be having her fun, she had to keep it low key so those norm sympathizers didn't catch wind of anything she did.
"I want whatever position that allows me to get my hands on those Syndicates and lets me beat them an inch of there life," she said with an evil grin ",Oh and also if we need another scout, I can sneak around, lurking in the shadows is something I do good with."
For the fun of things she demonstrated by jumping off her chair where a shadow was at, instantly when she touched it, she disappeared. She reappeared on the other side of the bar."Ta-da," she said happily before doing it again and heading back to her chair at the bar ",I also do parties if anyone is interested." She joked.
"I have a few friends who can help in the matter as well," Scorn chimed in ",I'm sure they would like to have some fun with the Syndicate. It'll be a party, one to remember." She laughed happily. Oh this would indeed be fun. Sure she might of been working with those villains who thought humans and conduits were equal but for now they had a common enemy the Syndicate. Of course if she was going to be having her fun, she had to keep it low key so those norm sympathizers didn't catch wind of anything she did.
"I want whatever position that allows me to get my hands on those Syndicates and lets me beat them an inch of there life," she said with an evil grin ",Oh and also if we need another scout, I can sneak around, lurking in the shadows is something I do good with."
For the fun of things she demonstrated by jumping off her chair where a shadow was at, instantly when she touched it, she disappeared. She reappeared on the other side of the bar."Ta-da," she said happily before doing it again and heading back to her chair at the bar ",I also do parties if anyone is interested." She joked.
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