Blazion

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YOU CAN'T OBSCURE HORROR GAME ME LIKE THIS, FINE. I CAN SUE.

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Am I fucking making fridge magnet poems out of rats???

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How dare you. I have to read... an entire page... of your writing? I'm quitting the RP, and the website, and also my job to move into the forests.

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Delightful. And now we can have a nice round of solo investigating and then bar hopping!

Thornwood Asylum For The Criminal Insane- A Villain Roleplay. (Closed Indefinitely)

Kailani was still licking metal shards off her jaw as the giant creature emerged from the portal, shaking herself off as the tingle of magic passed. The elevator shaft back up to the floor everyone else was at still had the elevator in the way, so she had to eat through the bottom. Which wasn’t a problem, since she got back in time to go through with everyone else! With new friend!

There was pavement beneath her feet, so the alien felt comfortable setting Janet down with her strange wheel-feet before looking around.

Almost instantly, Kailani forgot about the aches in her muscles, and it was as though sparkles manifested as the alien being seemed to vibrate in excitement.

She bit a nearby stand in two.

There were so many colors! And lights! And smells so poignant she could taste them on her tongue! And the new portal opening just added more! Kailani’s tail whipped back and forth as two new people appeared, the delicious cold man speaking to them.

”Goodbye Alfred! Your ankle was delicious!” Her tongue stuck out and licked up the side of the ice phoenix in the middle of his transformation in farewell, though her words were no more than loud chittering. Then she was back to the stand, digging through it. Whatever these twisty salty things were, they were delicious.

Plus, there were people all around! It was like a buffet! Just, once she got the last of these crumbs…

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“Spiders are spooky,” Grim provided helpfully to the bunny masked person. Rabbit? Hare? Was it disrespectful to say bunny? He still didn’t even know what side they were on, but at least they didn’t seem more aggressive than any other grumpy masked person around this city.

As it was, this hero stood up now that Wraith was moving around, brushing himself off. Grim’s head tilted to listen to Wraith as he spoke, making a low hum of acknowledgement that rumbled out of his own mask. In truth, it was hard not to think of those rumors and reports of how crazed Wraith was as he spoke. As though he could see the victims, talk to them…

But then again, Grim himself was twisting solidified shadows around his fingers like it was one of those fidget toys. Life was strange. And it seemed even more credible as he spoke out to someone him and the rabbit presumably couldn’t see, going right to a patch of wallpaper that revealed a safe behind it.

Well.

“Not in particular.” Grim glanced to the bunny once more before stepping forth, and the shadows he had been twisting in his hands expanded and solidified into a magicians top hat which he spun around before placing on his head. “However! I do know a little trick or two!”

The shadows that seemed to constantly wisp around Grim’s legs shot up, slithering along his arm as he pressed his palm to the front of the safe. Like liquid they slid from the gloves along the surface, beginning to sink into the thin cracks that made up the door of the safe. The shadows joined what was inside, slithering over the contents like sticky little raccoon hands and submerging the contents into what Grim controlled.

“Nothing in my hat-” The shadowmancer tipped his makeshift magician hat forward, flourishing it. “But look again!” He stepped away from the safe and dropped the hat on the desk. The entire structure of the shadow hat sank like wet sand, slipping off the edges of the desk and merging back with the shadows at Grim’s feet. In its place on the desk was a small array of items. Some money, a gun-

The hospital badge was swiped in an instant, held up to Grim’s face. He studied it intently, the harried looking man… then it disappeared into his sleeve.

“Alakazam! I’m free for autographs anytime.”

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Good news kids! I finally found a superhero app to replace heromachine (rip) and as such I have designed Wraith a slightly less tacky but no more colorful costume! See his bio for details

@ThisIsFine

Still a nerd

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Aw druid I was just playing, if you want the hospital ID you can have it! I'll fight you either way in the Denny's parking lot.

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I want the hospital fight me IRL in the denny's parking lot

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Location: Therapy School

“Medical equipment?” The loudest of the heroes gave pause at Wraith’s words, seemingly focusing on that one section. His arms crossed as he mulled over that, letting Wraith step inside the building after the other without him. As guilty as Grim was over hurting Wraith in his confusion, the other man was capable if they proved any danger. Plus, he had already let two others escape while he fret over Wraith’s injuries.

It seemed Kitsune didn’t particularly care what Wraith was up to either.

“Hm?” Grim turned his head to look at the fox-faced woman, glowing mask meeting her eyes. “Ah, of course. I appreciate your help - fights with other powered individuals are always a dangerous endeavor.” He once again moved into a sweeping, exaggerated bow towards her, but paused from fully straightening as he caught sight of something he had missed.

There was red staining the side of the fox woman’s white outfit, wet looking at that.

The knowledge had the shadowmancer hesitating, thoughts switching tracks to their admittedly scarce interaction with Kitsune. She didn’t seem the type to accept help, but they’ve exchanged so little. It did, however, tell Grim that he didn’t have the time to go back to questioning her about the kidnapping attempts. Not right now. He would track her down again, like a dog to a bone.

“Well!” Grim straightened out, voice as loud as ever. “I owe you a debt for being the Timmy to my Lassie!” A few punches to his phone had the drone that was still quietly hovering above lower to beside Kitsune. “In the meantime, I will keep an eye on Wraith and make sure any of his less than reputable activities aren’t a danger to anyone that doesn’t deserve it. Until the next fox hunt, Arctic!”

As Grim turned on his heel and strode into the building after Wraith, the drone left beside Kitsune popped open at the wolf head’s emblazoned on it, revealing a small cache of simple medical supplies. Flying med kit, who knew?

Inside the apartments, it wasn’t hard to find where Wraith and the mystery bunny were. There were crashes of things being thrown, property damage, and Grim was already thinking up different rabbit puns he could make. If only they had shown up a smidge earlier to disarm Mindraker, he had a perfect lucky rabbit’s foot quip.

Then again, Grim still didn’t know if the bunny was with or against them.

By the time the canine marked hero got upstairs Wraith was already pawing around the apartment, which was getting closer and closer to being completely trashed.

“Well, you certainly have a hare-trigger.”

Nailed it.

“So Miss Lola, what brings you to our wonderful den? A little late for the fight, and from the looks of it your burrowing around didn’t find anything.” Grim spoke even as he moved through the apartment, idly picking up little curiosities seemingly at random. He never put his back to the stranger, unknown except for the scraps he could vaguely recall about a rabbit faced person on the forums. He made a point to scroll those.

And sometimes get into arguments with people on the internet.

The picture frame in Grim’s hands shattered as he dropped it abruptly hearing Wraith’s voice yelling to stop. In an instant the shadowmancer was in the doorway of the spare bedroom tense and ready to rumble as he moved in.

There was no one there.

Well, no one except Wraith. Talking to himself.

Before focusing on him, Grim moved around the room slowly, reaching out with shadows to test for anyone that could be hidden. There was something … odd, about the room. How the shadows moved beneath his feet. However, his initial glance proved true. It was just Wraith. And he had always been considered… unstable.

It wasn’t more true than now. Grim came to stand in front of Wraith, taking in his rather run down appearance before finally crouching before him.

“Hey.” Grim’s deep voice was surprisingly quiet, soft. “You’re doing good. Keep breathing. Here,” The hero reached out and took Wraith’s hand, giving a moment to him before pressing the man’s palm very carefully to the top of Grim’s chest.

“Match your breathing with mine. Deep breaths. In… and out.”