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Basic Information
Name: Clarice A. Voss
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Claire
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Height: 5’11
Weight: 168
Status: New Student
Appearance
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Vibrant Green.
Ethnicity: Japanese/Caucasian
Physical Appearance:
Claire is a woman who has always been attracted to a little bit of strange, and due to this, she has a little bit of abnormality in her appearance and personality. Nothing terrible, mind you, if she were anything odd she probably wouldn’t be where she is today. Claire is abnormally tall for a girl. In flip-flops, she’s about the same height as the average grown man and weighs close to what they do. In her normal boots, she’s about 6’1, 6’2 depending on what boots she’s wearing and who you ask. Her height isn’t due to anything especially different. Her legs are slightly longer than average, but after that she looks much like a normal human would, just scaled up a size or two. Despite having an Asian mother, her Caucasian decent has basically, in her own words “Come out and beaten her other half into submission.” She looks like she’s purely Caucasian, and if she didn’t tell you otherwise you probably would think she was. There are a few things that you would notice however, should you have a careful eye. Her face is a slightly rounded heart shape, with a fair complexion that is smooth as a “Baby’s left ass cheek” in her own words that comes from her Japanese side, with naturally thin eyebrows. On the other hand her eyes display no slant that is signature of Asian decent, instead being almond shaped. They are vibrant green over the average brown. She has long brown hair that has the texture and falling style of her more Asian decent that falls towards the small of her back. Her hair parts above her left eye into bangs that sweeps to opposite sides that blends nicely with the rest of her ‘mane’ as Ben would describe it.
Attire: All the clothing.
Personality
Outward & Innate Personality:
Overall, her personally is that of how she grew up. She’s a semi-country girl who grew up in Dallas, Texas. She’s got spunk and spirit and she will kick you ass if you say anything wrong about Texas. She’s outspoken, funny, and has the brazen type of humor that makes Ben cringe from time to time and is hilarious to others should it be timed correctly, which she almost always does because she’s a pretty smart woman. Hell even if it wasn’t timed right she’d still probably be considered funny and ballsy as fuck (She earns all the testy points). She’s also a giver as a person. Just like Ben she puts nearly everyone above and before herself and has often stayed up late worrying about or pulled all-nighters doing things for other she really didn’t have to do. She’s got a bad case of OCD and perfectionism when it comes to that. You remember that one scene from Elf were Buddy turned the whole store into a Christmasy wonderland because he thought Santa was coming? Yeah, she did the birthday equivalent for a little boy not too far away from their farm and then offered to host his birthday on the farm. She’s a bit of a social butterfly in that respect. She's really a big kid who never grew up a lot like Ben and their relationship as husband and wife has flourished because of it. She's the kind of person who will come home from work and be like: "I ORDERED PIZZA IN THE CAR, LETS WATCH BREAKING BAD AND THEN PASS OUT!" and then think it was romantic. Because of this she can irresponsible at times and will often prioritize things in the wrong order, much like Ben.
Hobbies/Interests: Well, she’s an amateur botanist after marrying Ben, does that count?
Skills/Talents: Ben has forced her to take an MMA class and she took that very seriously. As revenge she has used this skill to beat the shit out of him over who uses the bathroom first every morning countless times using that skill. She’s also pursuing a degree in Botany at the Academy, seeing as she knows so much about plants as it is and her husband can pretty much pull any study material she’s ever need out his ass, and or make it. She's excellent at growing things and teaching (Honestly for how long Ben's lived on a farm, she's been there about a quarter of the length and is about a million times better at farming than he is).
Prized Possession: A “Learn ASL “ DVD.
Quote(s): “Dafuq did you think to me, you little bitch?”
History/Bio: To be filled out later. See Ben’s History/Backstory for now.
Family:
She’s got Ben, who is her husband, a mother and father, and a few more distant relatives here and there, but after that there’s no one who has a relationship with her good enough to be worth mentioning.
Relationships
Relationships:
Ben | Ballin’ awesome | Husband | It doesn’t matter that I think because I will project my anger onto his mind and skull fuck him if he doesn’t wash the dishes. |
Abilities
Power Class: Cerebral
Power Rating
"Fuck Off 6" -MrAllenJ
Power: Basically, Claire is a telepath capable of feats akin to that of Dr. Xavier. She can read minds, project her thoughts into other peoples minds, communicate telepathically with anyone she so chooses, potential mind control/emotional manipulation, memory manipulation, you get the idea. She also has the ability to pick at people’s memories once she has established contact, to pick at people’s memories and use the memories to induce emotions from people. This power is in early development and she's not too good at picking memories yet. Basically Ben is her buttmonkey/lab rat and receives the ass end of his wife's practicing on a regular basis.
Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks:
Well, while she is capable to talking to people telepathically, she cannot read their thoughts. Hard to understand? I get you; it’s kinda like this. Think of it as a two-lane road. She can go either way if she wants to, but in order to read someone’s thoughts the other side of the road has to be closed. It’s kinda like stealth telepathic communication. When she talks to you, or establishes a mental link between you and herself, you know she’s there, and you can sense her presence. If she tries mind reading, she has to make it so you don’t know she’s there and the only people she has figured out how to do that on are people who completely and totally trust her. Even if they know she’s reading them. Ben is the first and so far only person she has been able to do this with. It is thought she’s capable of mind control, but so far this has been theoretical and she has no experience with this, or how to even start doing it. She’s only had the power for about two years, jeez. High expectations. You want finely tuned stuff talk to Ben, asshole. Due to her lack of experience, she also has a bit of a stamina mind issue. The more she uses it, the less control she has over it. So excessively using it would flood her head with a ton of random thoughts. Your minds are literally the most mundane things ever. Honestly, half the time Jago thinks nothing but “boobs”
Other:
Name: Clarice A. Voss
Nickname/Alias/Etc: Claire
Gender: Female
Age: 21
Height: 5’11
Weight: 168
Status: New Student
Appearance
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Vibrant Green.
Ethnicity: Japanese/Caucasian
Physical Appearance:
Claire is a woman who has always been attracted to a little bit of strange, and due to this, she has a little bit of abnormality in her appearance and personality. Nothing terrible, mind you, if she were anything odd she probably wouldn’t be where she is today. Claire is abnormally tall for a girl. In flip-flops, she’s about the same height as the average grown man and weighs close to what they do. In her normal boots, she’s about 6’1, 6’2 depending on what boots she’s wearing and who you ask. Her height isn’t due to anything especially different. Her legs are slightly longer than average, but after that she looks much like a normal human would, just scaled up a size or two. Despite having an Asian mother, her Caucasian decent has basically, in her own words “Come out and beaten her other half into submission.” She looks like she’s purely Caucasian, and if she didn’t tell you otherwise you probably would think she was. There are a few things that you would notice however, should you have a careful eye. Her face is a slightly rounded heart shape, with a fair complexion that is smooth as a “Baby’s left ass cheek” in her own words that comes from her Japanese side, with naturally thin eyebrows. On the other hand her eyes display no slant that is signature of Asian decent, instead being almond shaped. They are vibrant green over the average brown. She has long brown hair that has the texture and falling style of her more Asian decent that falls towards the small of her back. Her hair parts above her left eye into bangs that sweeps to opposite sides that blends nicely with the rest of her ‘mane’ as Ben would describe it.
Attire: All the clothing.
Personality
Outward & Innate Personality:
Overall, her personally is that of how she grew up. She’s a semi-country girl who grew up in Dallas, Texas. She’s got spunk and spirit and she will kick you ass if you say anything wrong about Texas. She’s outspoken, funny, and has the brazen type of humor that makes Ben cringe from time to time and is hilarious to others should it be timed correctly, which she almost always does because she’s a pretty smart woman. Hell even if it wasn’t timed right she’d still probably be considered funny and ballsy as fuck (She earns all the testy points). She’s also a giver as a person. Just like Ben she puts nearly everyone above and before herself and has often stayed up late worrying about or pulled all-nighters doing things for other she really didn’t have to do. She’s got a bad case of OCD and perfectionism when it comes to that. You remember that one scene from Elf were Buddy turned the whole store into a Christmasy wonderland because he thought Santa was coming? Yeah, she did the birthday equivalent for a little boy not too far away from their farm and then offered to host his birthday on the farm. She’s a bit of a social butterfly in that respect. She's really a big kid who never grew up a lot like Ben and their relationship as husband and wife has flourished because of it. She's the kind of person who will come home from work and be like: "I ORDERED PIZZA IN THE CAR, LETS WATCH BREAKING BAD AND THEN PASS OUT!" and then think it was romantic. Because of this she can irresponsible at times and will often prioritize things in the wrong order, much like Ben.
Hobbies/Interests: Well, she’s an amateur botanist after marrying Ben, does that count?
Skills/Talents: Ben has forced her to take an MMA class and she took that very seriously. As revenge she has used this skill to beat the shit out of him over who uses the bathroom first every morning countless times using that skill. She’s also pursuing a degree in Botany at the Academy, seeing as she knows so much about plants as it is and her husband can pretty much pull any study material she’s ever need out his ass, and or make it. She's excellent at growing things and teaching (Honestly for how long Ben's lived on a farm, she's been there about a quarter of the length and is about a million times better at farming than he is).
Prized Possession: A “Learn ASL “ DVD.
Quote(s): “Dafuq did you think to me, you little bitch?”
History/Bio: To be filled out later. See Ben’s History/Backstory for now.
Family:
She’s got Ben, who is her husband, a mother and father, and a few more distant relatives here and there, but after that there’s no one who has a relationship with her good enough to be worth mentioning.
Relationships
Relationships:
Ben | Ballin’ awesome | Husband | It doesn’t matter that I think because I will project my anger onto his mind and skull fuck him if he doesn’t wash the dishes. |
Abilities
Power Class: Cerebral
Power Rating
"Fuck Off 6" -MrAllenJ
Power: Basically, Claire is a telepath capable of feats akin to that of Dr. Xavier. She can read minds, project her thoughts into other peoples minds, communicate telepathically with anyone she so chooses, potential mind control/emotional manipulation, memory manipulation, you get the idea. She also has the ability to pick at people’s memories once she has established contact, to pick at people’s memories and use the memories to induce emotions from people. This power is in early development and she's not too good at picking memories yet. Basically Ben is her buttmonkey/lab rat and receives the ass end of his wife's practicing on a regular basis.
Weaknesses/Limitations/Drawbacks:
Well, while she is capable to talking to people telepathically, she cannot read their thoughts. Hard to understand? I get you; it’s kinda like this. Think of it as a two-lane road. She can go either way if she wants to, but in order to read someone’s thoughts the other side of the road has to be closed. It’s kinda like stealth telepathic communication. When she talks to you, or establishes a mental link between you and herself, you know she’s there, and you can sense her presence. If she tries mind reading, she has to make it so you don’t know she’s there and the only people she has figured out how to do that on are people who completely and totally trust her. Even if they know she’s reading them. Ben is the first and so far only person she has been able to do this with. It is thought she’s capable of mind control, but so far this has been theoretical and she has no experience with this, or how to even start doing it. She’s only had the power for about two years, jeez. High expectations. You want finely tuned stuff talk to Ben, asshole. Due to her lack of experience, she also has a bit of a stamina mind issue. The more she uses it, the less control she has over it. So excessively using it would flood her head with a ton of random thoughts. Your minds are literally the most mundane things ever. Honestly, half the time Jago thinks nothing but “boobs”
Other:
Alright! Remember, Cyrus has sent someone out to find Rook.
I have an excellent song for my next post, or as soon as your character interacts with one of mine, Fallen. Whichever comes first.
The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them.
-Lois McMaster Bujold
Henry Olin, & Theresa Obott
Henry sighed and moved over to a chair, and sat down, settling in quickly. It had been a long day for him, and people asking stupid questions didn't help.
"Well if you check your watch, you'll see it's about 7:30 in the evening or so." Henry replied, relaxing into his seat a bit more. He didn't wear a watch, none were ever big enough for his wrist, and none were durable enough to survive the wear he'd no doubt put them through. He had checked the clock before the power went out though, it had been about 7:12 or so at that time. "So I'll let you fill in the blanks on what people would be doing in the cafeteria around dinner time. It's a fill in the blank question." he said. If she couldn't answer that one, he'd have to talk to an admin about who they were letting onto the campus because he didn't want to teach young adults who barley passed the third grade, if that. He chuckled at Theresa's joke.
Alieen, Codi, and Rosette were all being annoying to Theresa. It made her roll her eyes how silly things had gotten. Rosette and Codi were having a rather pointless conversation (This island is in the damn carribean, where else would it be?) and Alieen was asking stupid questions (We're in here playing naked twister! What else do you think we're doing, lady? Eating.). It was a shame that everyone had started being so... unfun....that she had no choice but to sit around playing with her thumbs and hope things start being interesting. Though, Alieen did mention Kade - her longtime friend. "Oooooh, Kade? She my homegirl."
Lightning cracked close by, causing the whole building to shudder from the amount of force behind it. The lights briefly flickered before the room once again was dark. Henry yelped in surprise at the strike, falling out of his chair and smacking his chin soundly on the ground. He lay there for a few seconds, simply breathing, before his eyes slowly opened. He smelt something. Something odd, something he had smelt before. Many times before. Metallic and liquid. He pushed himself up onto all fours, and followed his nose and tongue. His forked tongue flicked in and out of his mouth, working in tandem with his nose to find the direction the sound is coming from. It was strong now. Henry didn't know it yet, but he had tracked the scent into the electricity room. The scent was strong now. Henry was so focused he had closed his eyes and focused only slightly on thermal vision. His senses were so good from his power metastasizing for so long that focusing on two or three of them all the way was too much. Sensual overload to his brain that he couldn't handle yet.
His hand was placed down as he moved forward even more. He could taste the smell now. He went to move again, but stopped when the substance he had placed his hand in dawned on him. Focusing back to sight, Henry looked down. His hand was warm red and yellow. Normally his body was reddish or blue. His fingers were sticky from the substance, and it fell back to the ground like warm chocolate syrup. Henry leaned his head forward, and allowed his long forked tongue to go over the substance in a long and drawn out lick. It tasted like it smelled. Metallic, tasting coppery, and had a slight salty and sweet tang to it. It tasted like blood. Henry looked up from his hand, and looked around, before his eyes fell on the corner of the room, with the trail of blood following it, and a pool below it. Still red and yellow. Fresh, only a few minutes old.
He couldn't see it's face, but he could smell that it was feminine. She was stuffed against the corner in a semi awkward manner, as if forced into it. Her legs were positioned at an odd angle, and her muscles looked taught with adrenaline and fresh use and rigor mortis had yet to set in. Wounds lined her thighs, as if they had been cut. Her calves had been slit where they connected at the back of the knee, rendering the muscle group useless, and keeping her from running. One of her arms were limp against her body, soaked with blood that was still flowing from every wound. It was covering what he could only guess to be a particularly deep and painful stab would to the gut, that looked like it had been twisted and dragged downward, doing even more damage. But as he continued upwards, it got much worse. Her jugular vein hand been hacked and stabbed at viciously, with her trapezius muscles having been sliced clean from where it should've connected at the back of the neck. Her other hand had grabbed at her neck, but had only made it to her collar bone before she had died, causing it to rest against her breast, as if protecting her heart. Blood flowed freely from her neck, cascading down in a morbid waterfall. Her cheek on the same side of the neck wound had been cut wide open, causing her jaw to hang at an odd angle. There was a trail of blood soaked boot prints leading towards Henry, and out the back door, behind him, where the storm raged on, removing any trail of the attacker who had killed... no butchered, this woman.
Henry fell backwards on his rear, and kicked away from the corpse as if it were to move again. If he had the ability to vomit and cry, he would've. Instead he made a gagging sound and scrambled back against the wall, using it to push himself upward to standing and simply look at the scene before him. He couldn't tell who this was. No light entered this place. His eyes couldn't discern a detailed. But he couldn't handle this. He took one last look at the corpse before he scrambled out of the room, rushing back into the main cafeteria room. He couldn't say anything. Doing so in the darkness would do nothing but scare the students and cause chaos. He couldn't deal with that, not right now. He had to keep every calm. He couldn't help but shake though at what he had just seen, what he had just witnessed. He moved over to the emergency phone near the kitchen. He needed to call in as soon as the power came back on. This couldn't wait, and every second he did, it tore him apart a little bit more.
Hm? Theresa raised an eyebrow when something came scrambling back into the room like a scared animal. She casually turned her head towards the source and looked. Who was it? She didn't hear anyone leave, so that means this must be a newcomer. "Why hello there," the teen started off with a smile. "Dunno who you are, but why'd you run in 'ere like a madman? Seen a ghost?"
Henry froze at this, but replied to his friend none the less. "Y-you dont even know." Henry said. He had stuttered. He didn't do that often, not even when he faced down Jaska in beast form. He shook his head. "I need you all to stay in here, okay? I need to keep an eye on you all until the power comes back on for safety reasons." he explained. "Just... just trust me on this one."
Huh? It was Henry all along? Damn that scaly lizard-man quiet - she didn't hear a thing! That made her briefly wonder where he went. He just dipped for a second to take a lizard-piss? And why is he so jittery all the sudden? The problem with that is that Theresa doesn't really know how to ask, and just would rather keep her mouth shut and keep having fun. Besides! The girl has just thought of many jokes to make! It's going to be hi-lar-i-ous. She slung her saxophone over her shoulder and took some small steps over to where she last heard Henry.
"Waaaait," Theresa started off, with a toothy grin, "Did you and Toria try to engage in some coitus while we weren't looking? Are you crazy!? Your double-donger surprise too much! Did you kill her with 'em?!" She whispered, covering her mouth to surpress the giggle. "Don't worry, Lizard-man, I got your back. I'll help you hide what's left and we-"
Henry reached over and grabbed Theresa by the front of the shirt with the hand that wasn't covered in blood, and pulled her close to him. He craned his neck down to where just the edge of his snout was next to her ear. "Theresa, shut up." he said, his head retracting to look around the room to see if anyone was paying attention. Seeing none, he leaded back down to whistper to her. "I found a body. I need to keep everyone calm and within my sight, myself included, in case whoever did it is still around." he said, before releasing her and takign a step away. "Please help me with that." he finished, releasing a shaky, pent up breath that fell from his nose as he exhaled like a rough and choppy wave. It was dark and not many in the room had the means to defend themselves like he did if they were attacked. He needed to be there to warn and help them. He hoped that he wouldn't have to do either, at least not until the power came back on.
Holy shit. Holy shit. There's a... dead body? Whoa, whoa, whoa, this isn't what they said in the brochure. Her heart started racing as her gut was filled with a horrid feeling. Someone just killed someone. That was... awful. "I..." Theresa started twiddling her thumbs as she looked around and desperately tried to come up with something. Jesus, she only wanted to fool around. Dead bodies were too intense for her. Then there's going to be poli- oh God... she's going to be a suspect in all of this. She didn't know how to handle this! She can't handle this. So many thoughts and emotions whirling around in her head right now. She didn't know how to process all of them. Theresa knew that even joking around wouldn't be able to help her.
She felt like she was cornered here... She looked around, but still saw nothing but darkness. There was no way out.... but she had no choice here. Without a word, Theresa pulled that saxophone that was hanging off her back. Well, she had no other what would keep them calm other than a little bit of jazz. Because she was on the verge of a freakout herself. Theresa inhaled as she put the tool to her lips. "Alright, y-ya'll," Theresa started off, "Im-imma play you all a s-s-ong..." She started playing the only song that made sense.
-Lois McMaster Bujold
Henry Olin, & Theresa Obott
Henry sighed and moved over to a chair, and sat down, settling in quickly. It had been a long day for him, and people asking stupid questions didn't help.
"Well if you check your watch, you'll see it's about 7:30 in the evening or so." Henry replied, relaxing into his seat a bit more. He didn't wear a watch, none were ever big enough for his wrist, and none were durable enough to survive the wear he'd no doubt put them through. He had checked the clock before the power went out though, it had been about 7:12 or so at that time. "So I'll let you fill in the blanks on what people would be doing in the cafeteria around dinner time. It's a fill in the blank question." he said. If she couldn't answer that one, he'd have to talk to an admin about who they were letting onto the campus because he didn't want to teach young adults who barley passed the third grade, if that. He chuckled at Theresa's joke.
Alieen, Codi, and Rosette were all being annoying to Theresa. It made her roll her eyes how silly things had gotten. Rosette and Codi were having a rather pointless conversation (This island is in the damn carribean, where else would it be?) and Alieen was asking stupid questions (We're in here playing naked twister! What else do you think we're doing, lady? Eating.). It was a shame that everyone had started being so... unfun....that she had no choice but to sit around playing with her thumbs and hope things start being interesting. Though, Alieen did mention Kade - her longtime friend. "Oooooh, Kade? She my homegirl."
Lightning cracked close by, causing the whole building to shudder from the amount of force behind it. The lights briefly flickered before the room once again was dark. Henry yelped in surprise at the strike, falling out of his chair and smacking his chin soundly on the ground. He lay there for a few seconds, simply breathing, before his eyes slowly opened. He smelt something. Something odd, something he had smelt before. Many times before. Metallic and liquid. He pushed himself up onto all fours, and followed his nose and tongue. His forked tongue flicked in and out of his mouth, working in tandem with his nose to find the direction the sound is coming from. It was strong now. Henry didn't know it yet, but he had tracked the scent into the electricity room. The scent was strong now. Henry was so focused he had closed his eyes and focused only slightly on thermal vision. His senses were so good from his power metastasizing for so long that focusing on two or three of them all the way was too much. Sensual overload to his brain that he couldn't handle yet.
His hand was placed down as he moved forward even more. He could taste the smell now. He went to move again, but stopped when the substance he had placed his hand in dawned on him. Focusing back to sight, Henry looked down. His hand was warm red and yellow. Normally his body was reddish or blue. His fingers were sticky from the substance, and it fell back to the ground like warm chocolate syrup. Henry leaned his head forward, and allowed his long forked tongue to go over the substance in a long and drawn out lick. It tasted like it smelled. Metallic, tasting coppery, and had a slight salty and sweet tang to it. It tasted like blood. Henry looked up from his hand, and looked around, before his eyes fell on the corner of the room, with the trail of blood following it, and a pool below it. Still red and yellow. Fresh, only a few minutes old.
He couldn't see it's face, but he could smell that it was feminine. She was stuffed against the corner in a semi awkward manner, as if forced into it. Her legs were positioned at an odd angle, and her muscles looked taught with adrenaline and fresh use and rigor mortis had yet to set in. Wounds lined her thighs, as if they had been cut. Her calves had been slit where they connected at the back of the knee, rendering the muscle group useless, and keeping her from running. One of her arms were limp against her body, soaked with blood that was still flowing from every wound. It was covering what he could only guess to be a particularly deep and painful stab would to the gut, that looked like it had been twisted and dragged downward, doing even more damage. But as he continued upwards, it got much worse. Her jugular vein hand been hacked and stabbed at viciously, with her trapezius muscles having been sliced clean from where it should've connected at the back of the neck. Her other hand had grabbed at her neck, but had only made it to her collar bone before she had died, causing it to rest against her breast, as if protecting her heart. Blood flowed freely from her neck, cascading down in a morbid waterfall. Her cheek on the same side of the neck wound had been cut wide open, causing her jaw to hang at an odd angle. There was a trail of blood soaked boot prints leading towards Henry, and out the back door, behind him, where the storm raged on, removing any trail of the attacker who had killed... no butchered, this woman.
Henry fell backwards on his rear, and kicked away from the corpse as if it were to move again. If he had the ability to vomit and cry, he would've. Instead he made a gagging sound and scrambled back against the wall, using it to push himself upward to standing and simply look at the scene before him. He couldn't tell who this was. No light entered this place. His eyes couldn't discern a detailed. But he couldn't handle this. He took one last look at the corpse before he scrambled out of the room, rushing back into the main cafeteria room. He couldn't say anything. Doing so in the darkness would do nothing but scare the students and cause chaos. He couldn't deal with that, not right now. He had to keep every calm. He couldn't help but shake though at what he had just seen, what he had just witnessed. He moved over to the emergency phone near the kitchen. He needed to call in as soon as the power came back on. This couldn't wait, and every second he did, it tore him apart a little bit more.
Hm? Theresa raised an eyebrow when something came scrambling back into the room like a scared animal. She casually turned her head towards the source and looked. Who was it? She didn't hear anyone leave, so that means this must be a newcomer. "Why hello there," the teen started off with a smile. "Dunno who you are, but why'd you run in 'ere like a madman? Seen a ghost?"
Henry froze at this, but replied to his friend none the less. "Y-you dont even know." Henry said. He had stuttered. He didn't do that often, not even when he faced down Jaska in beast form. He shook his head. "I need you all to stay in here, okay? I need to keep an eye on you all until the power comes back on for safety reasons." he explained. "Just... just trust me on this one."
Huh? It was Henry all along? Damn that scaly lizard-man quiet - she didn't hear a thing! That made her briefly wonder where he went. He just dipped for a second to take a lizard-piss? And why is he so jittery all the sudden? The problem with that is that Theresa doesn't really know how to ask, and just would rather keep her mouth shut and keep having fun. Besides! The girl has just thought of many jokes to make! It's going to be hi-lar-i-ous. She slung her saxophone over her shoulder and took some small steps over to where she last heard Henry.
"Waaaait," Theresa started off, with a toothy grin, "Did you and Toria try to engage in some coitus while we weren't looking? Are you crazy!? Your double-donger surprise too much! Did you kill her with 'em?!" She whispered, covering her mouth to surpress the giggle. "Don't worry, Lizard-man, I got your back. I'll help you hide what's left and we-"
Henry reached over and grabbed Theresa by the front of the shirt with the hand that wasn't covered in blood, and pulled her close to him. He craned his neck down to where just the edge of his snout was next to her ear. "Theresa, shut up." he said, his head retracting to look around the room to see if anyone was paying attention. Seeing none, he leaded back down to whistper to her. "I found a body. I need to keep everyone calm and within my sight, myself included, in case whoever did it is still around." he said, before releasing her and takign a step away. "Please help me with that." he finished, releasing a shaky, pent up breath that fell from his nose as he exhaled like a rough and choppy wave. It was dark and not many in the room had the means to defend themselves like he did if they were attacked. He needed to be there to warn and help them. He hoped that he wouldn't have to do either, at least not until the power came back on.
Holy shit. Holy shit. There's a... dead body? Whoa, whoa, whoa, this isn't what they said in the brochure. Her heart started racing as her gut was filled with a horrid feeling. Someone just killed someone. That was... awful. "I..." Theresa started twiddling her thumbs as she looked around and desperately tried to come up with something. Jesus, she only wanted to fool around. Dead bodies were too intense for her. Then there's going to be poli- oh God... she's going to be a suspect in all of this. She didn't know how to handle this! She can't handle this. So many thoughts and emotions whirling around in her head right now. She didn't know how to process all of them. Theresa knew that even joking around wouldn't be able to help her.
She felt like she was cornered here... She looked around, but still saw nothing but darkness. There was no way out.... but she had no choice here. Without a word, Theresa pulled that saxophone that was hanging off her back. Well, she had no other what would keep them calm other than a little bit of jazz. Because she was on the verge of a freakout herself. Theresa inhaled as she put the tool to her lips. "Alright, y-ya'll," Theresa started off, "Im-imma play you all a s-s-ong..." She started playing the only song that made sense.
MrAllenJ said First things start off bright and sunny, until it all falls apart.
I brought vasaline!
I could draw a comic from any scenario where Jago and Ben are together.
I should do that.
I should do that.
Ben and Jago.
I have days where I draw well, like how I did for Obsidian's fanart.
Then there are days where my hand is retarded. Today was one of those days.
Hannibal
Hannibal gave a bow to Laxaris, his arm pretending to take off a hat he didn't have on, and the other swooping underneath his core as he backed a few steps away from his seat. "Your wish is my command." he said, standing up, a wicked, toothy smile plastered to his wicked face. He turned and walked away, his finger deftly getting placed on the elevator's buttons as he did so, as it came up and opened, Hannibal hesitated for a moment. "Oh, and one last thing," he said, turning to look over his shoulder at Laxaris. His yellow and blue eyes and their slitted pupils dancing over the group of operatives and madmen. "Love the suit." And with that, Hannibal stepped inside the elevator, and seemed to shimmer out of the eye's detection one last time, his eyes being the last to disappear, looking over those in the room until the doors closed.
Hannibal had returned to his safe-house in the sewers after his endeavor with Laxaris and the other operatives. He was hungry, and he didn't want to spend energy hunting. Not today, no. He had food stored anyways. If was a little too quiet when he entered. He sensed no presence though, but he felt uneasy. Things weren't as they were when he had woken up that morning. He lifted his nose and took a deep whiff of the air. He smelt human flesh, but he smelt something else. It wasn't old, but it had been within the past hour or so. He moved to his appliances, and opened them up. There it was. There was the issue.
With the city on high alert, the NYPD had checked nearly everywhere where they hadn't before. He, luckily, wasn't home at the time of the area's discovery, but they now knew something that consumed human flesh did. He had moved from state to state over the past two years, so they most likely didn't know it was him, but regardless he couldn't stay here anymore. He had to run, to find a new place to hide away. He slammed the fridge door in a flurry of anger, causing the whole thing to shake from the force, and turned away. His disturbance alerted something. He heard faintly from a little ways away int he sewers someone say "What was that." His hissed to himself in frustration, an intruder in his territory that he couldn't do anything about. In his haste, a small leather object fell from his pants. He looked down at it. The wallet he had received from Laxaris' agent. He hadn't paid much mind to it yet, but it was odd. He had overheard other agents, they had received cash and an ID. He had only a picture of Wally Gator and a slip of paper that had been the address. Now that it was on the floor, and the picture of Wally gator had fallen out. There was writing on the back. Sharp cursive. Most likely written by the woman that wasn't there before. Written most likely in invisible ink, and activated by a substance in the sewer's air. It was genius, and excellent use of chemistry and psychology. Whomever wrote this had to have known that he wouldn't have returned to the sewers if he was under Laxaris.
It was another address. Telling him to go to the UN, and signed by a man named Cyrus, promising protection, and other operatives.
He wasn't stupid. But something didn't match up. Whoever this was had to have known he was here and chosen not to go after him. But he still wasn't sure. He would show up, and check it out, and find this... Cyrus person. If other operatives were there, maybe he'd stick around and see what was going on. See why they were there themselves. And if not, lunch would be nice. He was reminded of his time, as he could hear several men's footsteps heading in his direction. He needed to move. He shifted into camouflage, and grabbed the wallet, stuffing it into his coat's pocket. His guns were in a suitcase, which was inside a backpack. He'd have to assemble them later. He threw off his coat and threw on the backpack, and then put his coat on again to keep his camouflage up. He needed to move.
United Nations, New York City
11:02 A.M.
The standoff had been quiet, no guns blazing, no action, simply several automatic military grade weapons trained on one woman. The men had already radioed in, requesting Cyrus' appearance, but so far they had been denied and told to keep the Operative under surveillance until Cyrus was available. When the second operative arrived on the scene no one knew about it, not yet. But it had drawn his attention at the Mexican standoff going on, on the bottom floor of the building. He personally didn't agree with this person's fashion sense, as they were supposed to be blending in or disappearing in his case. He was doing a better job than this one was.
Hannibal smelt the air. Sweat, and some fear, coupled with the hormones and pheromones produced from a sexually mature female in their prime reproductive stage of life. He had smelt it rolling off of Citrine and Chesire, but not off of that... 47 thing. It had smelt of metal and polyester, and electricity. Behind the oil and machinery and electronics of the person surrounded by guns, he smelt a woman. He smelt no fear. He liked that, she had control of the situation, and she knew it. He couldn't tell who it was though. He couldn't see her face. The ever so slight wave of his skin and clothes adapting to the world around it would no doubt be lost to her, should she see it. But he was in no position to help her, and he had no gain to do so yet.
But someone else knew better.
"Guns down." Came a swift and commanding reply. Immediately the men lowered their weapons and formed a line on either side of Eidyia, and saluted. A man entered the building, walking past Hannibal. He was tall, and dark skinned. Of African American decent. He wore black clothing that was concealing and long. The only part of his body that was exposed was his head. He was bald, and had a black eyepatch going over his eye, where a scar was semi-obviously placed. He was intimidating, even Hannibal would give him that despite not being intimidated. The way he carried himself in a way that demanded respect and had an aura of 'no bullshit' rolling off of him like thunder. A from was etched into his face. "Eidyia," he said, looking her over. How did he know this operative?
"Twenty three, orphan since birth, joined a gang, became an operative, been playing vigilante ever since. Teleporter with the ability to simply know things without being taught." he said, looking her over. "Hannibal. Born into a good home and schooled well in Japan. Lost everything to a tsunami. Mentally scared, became an operative and emotional capabilities dropped even farther. Reptilian and amphibian physiology with reflective camouflage and advanced remote adaptive abilities. Cannibal." he said. By this point Hannibal shifted into a regular human's line of sight. His size and terrifying appearance causing a sew of the soldiers to immediately grow nervous and shifty. He stared hard at the man for a moment. Looking him over for a few seconds. "Cyrus Locke." the man said. "You gave the woman I sent for you quite a scare." Hannibal made no sound, just continued to stare into Cyrus' eyes, trying to deduce how he had acquired a brief view of his history. "Operative Rook should be joining us soon. I sent someone after him. I assume you have information in regards to our little terrorist's plans. We will wait a little longer for Agent Rook to show before continuing. You will get your deal Hannibal." Hannibal looked at the man again. How had he know how he... It didn't matter. He would find out. Instead he tore his attention away from Cyrus to stare at Eidyia. He had briefly met this operative once, he recognized her scent and whatever it was the primates that surrounded him used to cover up their natural scent from each other's weak noses. He couldn't be fooled however. He could smell through them as easily as he could see through their transparent lies.
"You smell familiar." He stated simply, standing about five or six feet away from Eidyia. "And I don't smell metal in your blood. Not like last time."
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