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Murder: When The Corpses Cry

Can new people joining in be made traitors at this point?

Murder: When The Corpses Cry

Murder: When The Corpses Cry

"My apologies. I was under the impression that you would know." Trig nodded slowly while forming a smile. He stepped away once again, folding his arms behind him.The creature bit his lip to vent frustration. The more he thought about them the more he let his mind wander: how could someone steal all of them? Trig was tearing himself apart about this, unconventionally when compared to the others in the room. Nah, he'd be alright. All he needed was his stuff back, simple as that, then perhaps he could calm down. Trig just needed to ask some more people, or whoever was more resourceful about the situation... what about that girl who read from the plaque earlier? She should know what the hell is going on.

Before he could ask Yuno for the third time, the maid had actually said something of interest. Question. Like his question? That checked out in his book, even if it was another speech. He moved away from the girl he was pestering and after the maid. This whole ordeal was almost mocking Trig, insulting who he was. He wanted to see who this mistress was... inside his mind fumbled around the feeling of excitement.

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Prologue: Trig and Red

"For example, people with red hair are prone to be dicks~"

"You have red hair."

"Well... yeah, but you don't see me going around stealing things do ya?"

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During the commotion of the Maid's entrance, another figure slithered besides Fry. Keeping profiled away from him with eyes locked forward, arms crossed sternly and some sweat forming on her forehead, Red was considerably upset. She kept quiet for sometime, contemplating her next words carefully. Knowing that she was not the best at saying clever things challenged her to speak. In the end, as is with most situations, she would just revert to crumby insults and threats.

"Hey Redhead," her whispers were sharp and quick. "I'll be more than happy to take it back when things quiet down." She trembled uncontrollably as she spoke, daring not to look at the neighboring bandit.

Murder: When The Corpses Cry

Trig was taken back by the woman's response, his smile curled down. The very suggestion of not having guns made him faintly livid. When a maid entered the room and began talking on someone's behalf, Trig was once again forced to watch her. Watch her. When she had quieted up as well, Trig nodded to himself. Two speeches were enough for one day. Something about seeing the mistress of the mansion? The hell would she know about his guns? He needed to find his guns! Trig decided it best to investigate another for the disappearance of his weapons. Someone different, someone reliable. Not some pink haired little girl, how could she be of any use, only one way to find out.

"Hello. I've been asking around, do you know where my guns are?" Trig asked Yuno once again. "The last person I asked didn't know, maybe you would know?"

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(Where the hell's Red, that character we all love and want to ship with our own characters?)

Speaking of Red!

The woman stirred in her sleep. Her resting form was against the front doors of the mansion, sprawled outward in a lazy fashion. Mouth gaping, faint snoring, the start of drool, a perfect description for the ever lovely Red. She cupped her hands on her waist lethargically as she attempted to adjust her position. Her eyes snapped upon a dreaded realization: it was no longer on her. Red pounced upright and began to feel around for it, pushing the new environment or people from her mind.

Her bat was gone.

Paralysis took her over as she began gasping. Her back slapped softly against the door behind her as she sat, twitching at the thought of stolen property.

Murder: When The Corpses Cry

**begins frantically writing up post in hopes of keeping up with everyone.**

Murder: When The Corpses Cry

(I want to save my prologue for later use.)

Next to Yuno appeared another figure, one smaller than the rest of the crowd. The creature had waited for the girl to finish speaking, almost a challenge to his patience. Trig watched her read from the plaque, looking interested at what she took from it. I say the word "interested" very loosely, as he really didn't give a hot shit about what was being said. His interest was attracted to Yuno herself, her mouth more specifically, as he awaited for when it would stop moving. When it had Trig's smile became real. He clapped aloud at her performance, an act to make himself look attentive. She was probably reading a memorial for some dead broad or whatever who cares she stopped talking; and now he could ask his question. The question he prayed she could answer:

"Great performance indeed." His generous clap began to fade. Trig's next question itched at his brain when he asked it; it practically overlapped his last statement.

"Where are my guns?"

Murder: When The Corpses Cry

Added my second character, it's in my original post.

Murder: When The Corpses Cry

That's some pooped-up poop Gummi.

The Gun-Crazed Bouncer

Trig


(Trying to get a better picture up.)

"I-It's magical... pulling that trigger. With only a retraction of my finger, light and sound dance excitedly before me. It breaths life into my body... and expels it from theirs."

Age: 357
Gender: Male
Canon: OC
Personality:

Trig's thought process is almost mind boggling. With an occupation in assassination, he takes his work with impressive professionalism. His entire life is reflected upon having "permission" to do things. Having been intensively trained the arts of ending loudmouths and the art of favorable manners, he may on occasion politely question irrelevant citizens if he can kill them for fun. The pleasure he gets from his job is not from the deaths of his targets, but from the weapons he uses. Trig has an obsession with watching gunfire, and claims it to be beautiful. Away from his job, Trig is always smiling and friendly towards everyone; even the people he has to kill.

Abilities:

Trig is a god amongst gunslingers, once known as an entity of flawless precision and aim: this title was taken from him the day his right eye was shot out. In consequence of this, he is challenged by the lacking of his good eye and depth perception. Despite this he is still an extremely good shot. He carries an almost endless supply of guns on his form at all times of various size and use.

Item of Importance: His guns... all of them
!!Other!!

Trig upon arriving at the mansion found all the ammo for his guns gone. Currently he is searching the establishment for who or what took them.

the Heavy Hitter

Red


(Not drawn by me.)

"Throw it."

Age: 23
Gender: Female
Canon: OC
Personality:

Feisty, short-tempered, stubborn, these terms are complete understatements when describing Red. The woman is quick to pick fights for needless reasons, a result of her hatred of being wrong. Red, despising her occupation as Trig's assigned lackey, has a strong desire in getting through quickly whatever she has to do. This isn't to say she has a strong work ethic, because she really doesn't. She has a unnaturally large obsession with the sport baseball, despite her inability to pitch a ball correctly. Red doesn't have a lot of friends, though she wants some.

Abilities:

Having been born from a home praising baseball, Red has found herself favorably acquainted with a blunt wonder known as the "bat". This toy, combined with her naturally built strength and her sporadic fury, can be extremely lethal to those who anger her.

Item of Importance: her Baseball Bat.
Other: Red is prone to being blinded by emotions, which makes her terrible with making decisions.

Character Crossover Crisis City

I feel like no one read my post.

that's fine, I'll just make a new introductory post for the festival thing...