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Jaina & Sutton
Location: Ancorhead Spaceport, Bay D3
Sutton's eyes widened slightly as she saw the clownish girl fire on one of her own, but as Stehrr grabbed Luke and herself, she realized that they were in a fight they couldn't possibly win. Luke's exclamation of surprise at the clownish girl didn't go unnoticed, but she figured it was him recognizing that there had to be something wrong with her. "You know her?" Sutton asked, hearing Luke give the order to only stun the clown girl, rather than kill her.
Sutton's eyes darted over to Kayala, and from her boot, she grabbed one of her sporting blasters and tossed it to the Face. She kept it there for emergencies, and in this case, they needed everyone to be armed. With her own blaster, Sutton watched as the medic moved over to the injured man. She bit her lip slightly, before resolving to let the medic be. If he had a patient to tend to, he wouldn't be returning fire.
Jaina, meanwhile, felt the slight whoosh as blasts flew by her, colliding into crates as they missed her. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly at the inconvenience. Until, of course, her face was plastered with a smile once more. "Why do you have to be so rude~?! Can't we just have some fun?" Jaina asked, before displaying the acrobatic prowess she was known for. Throwing herself into a cartwheel, Jaina used one hand for support, the other firmly clenched on her gun. As she spun upwards, her legs would come down on Kyatrah's arms, knocking the blaster to the ground. An eerie smile was plastered on her face, as she rapidly squeezed the trigger of her blaster, returning firing at just about everyone.
"You have to mean it, Tari," Jaina admonished, clicking her tongue slightly. As she landed gracefully on her feet, she rolled forward, coming up and aiming at Tari, pulling the trigger three times. By the time she did that, Jaina went back into the roll, taking shelter behind some of the crates. As she came to a crouched position, she gave a slight bow, as if there had been spectators to her performance.
"I wish Jes was here to see this....She'd love it," Jaina sighed happily. Remembering with a jolt the communicator she had on her, Jaina pulled it out, and attempted to open communication with Jes. If she was successful, she'd be sure to tell the Commodore all about everything, and urge her to come join in the fun for herself.
@Witch Cat: On day 6
@Lady Amalthea @Pundii: You guys are in for a treat! ^_^ There are only three more undead left in Altsoba. One of them is at Forgotten Relics. Now where might the other two be? That's right. In front of you! Eeep! Isn't that just exciting? The Crypt family had managed to get rid of most of them, guess a Crypt's work is never done though. No injuries in the first round of blows, thankfully--seems LLA isn't too mad with Javier and Belladonna.
@BlueSky44: While Katsumi does have great speed, the man catches her leg. He shoves her back down to the ground violently, but thankfully, she won't have more than a few bruises to show for it. The man grabs her again, but this time, she's able to evade his grasp. Maybe luck will be on your side this time?
@Witch Cat @Nallore: You two are clear for now, feel free to continue on with the conversation. ^^ The building where Mercurial and Eudora are nearby is still up in flames, Belladonna and Javier aren't too far away as well as they fight the remaining undead, and just straight ahead in the shopping center, Katsumi is fighting for her life.
Mercurial Crypt
Location: Outside the Burning Building
Interacting With: Eudora @Witch Cat
Interacting With: Eudora @Witch Cat
Mercurial's entire composure was void of emotion, without the slightest smile at all. Her smiles tended to put people at unease, and they rarely expressed her mood properly. With the flames licking at her heels, she closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in the intoxicating scent of soot. Any screams in the building had long since ceased, and she delicately brushed a bit of soot off of her gas mask. Mercurial always kept her possessions in pristine condition, of course.
"I can assure you, my flesh has a decidedly bitter aftertaste," Mercurial replied, turning her glance towards the forest witch. "No one has ever described it as sweet...No one who ever lived, that is." She couldn't quite recall ever meeting the woman before, but she supposed the woman had been drawn to the flames. She didn't make the mistake of assuming Eudora was just one of the homeless of Altsoba. Mercurial had long since internalized the notion that killers and psychopaths live among us. No one was truly innocent.
"Is it something pressing?" Mercurial asked, her eyes flickering to the flames. "I have much more work to do before nightfall."
Jade Cornish
Location: Altsoba County Prison
Interacting With: Darren @Pundii
Interacting With: Darren @Pundii
"Does this one come with real bullets?" Jade idly asked, a shit-eating grin playing on her lips. As much as the situation was dark and depressing, the injury she sustained in the fight seemed to have almost jumpstarted her system. She did, however, feel slightly an unease. With the rest of the town in tatters, she assumed that there would have been piles of bodies and destruction at the county lockup. Darren's suggestion got a slight chuckle from her, but she held the shotgun a little tighter all the same.
It was then that a scream pierced the air. It was sharp, shrill, and short. As if someone had smothered the screamer within an instant, it faded away, leaving only the feeling of unease behind.
"I died last time, your turn," Jade shrugged, frowning slightly. Something didn't make sense about this scenario, but she couldn't put her finger on it. As far as she knew, the inmate she was looking for was in an isolated ward, kept drugged into a stupefied trance after a succession of escape attempts earlier that year. And there was no reason for the murderess to steal the angel blade, no reason why she would have even known that Howard had it.
"Something isn't right here," Jade murmured, glancing up at Darren. But knowing that she couldn't afford to waste any time, Jade lead Darren inside of the prison. Once inside, the prison would appear almost entirely well kept. The tell tale trail of blood, however, leads to the Cafeteria. Bodies are placed in a heap.
The silence is shattered by another scream--closer this time, almost certainly female as well.
Aloise Zamora
Aloise hit her forehead with her hand, hearing Liam give the explanation. Most people never could accept the existence of the supernatural, they had to be eased into it. Words like demon-ey tended to make it sound like a bad TV drama, rather than something pressing and real. She smiled weakly at Amy, as if apologizing for the way Liam acted. Half of her was tempted to just repeat her prior explanation--that he was Australian--and move on.
"I'm not going to stop you, you can leave if you like," Aloise said, her voice kind and soft. "I'm here to help you. Like....Like Liam said, Satan himself is after you. And I know you probably don't think you need help, but the devil doesn't mess around."
She paused for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts. It was always slightly hard for her to speak about the devil and the intricacies of hell, her mind flashing back to horrors she could no longer comprehend. She never received an answer as to why she had been sent to hell, after that piece of shrapnel decided to take her life. But there would be no good answer for that, Aloise had realized. All she could do was to keep on going. Always forward.
"I know this sounds weird and I get it, I do. But I'm...I hunt demons, that's what I do," Aloise explained. "And Liam, he's not Australian...Well, he is....but he's a Prophet of the Lord. You're in danger as long as Satan is out of his cage."
Hanson had stayed mostly quiet while the hunter and the Prophet entered the church, but at hearing Liam's identity, he raised an eyebrow. It wasn't every day that a Satanist and a Prophet were in the same room. Glancing at Amy, Hanson muttered a Latin phrase under his breath. "Christo." He paused for a moment, watching to see if either Aloise or Liam would react, before nodding at Amy. "They're clean. Demons can't stand to hear the name of God--no matter what shitty language you say it in."
I'll try to get another post up quickly, but AH (and coursework) will take priority over that.
Jaina Sarbye
Location: Ancorhead Spaceport, Bay D3
Whether or not Jaina noticed Morgbra coming towards her, ultimately, was unclear. Her eyes were almost glazed over as she giggled, examining the results of her handiwork. She had nailed Kordath in the chest, and while her weapon had been on a lethal setting, the imperial officer wasn't dead. Not that she could have known, of course. As far as Jaina was concerned, the dead were simply just extra sleepy and extra lazy! It only took a few good kicks to get them motivated to get up, and even if that didn't work, her attention span didn't last long enough for her to investigate it.
"I'm busy, Morgbra~!" Jaina chimed in. "No more orders. No more 'do this' and no more 'do that.' And I know that it is you and I know that you think I'm crazy, but a fly is a fly is a fly. I was doing you a favor when I hit it with the sword, and it worked, didn't it~?"
She twirled around slightly, noticing that the number of rebels standing in formation had decreased. She mentally thought back to her actions, and she determined that she hadn't shot any of them. She had only shot Kordath. Oh, what fun that had been! Before that very moment, she had missed dearly the look of surprise and shock on the faces of those she aimed her blaster at. Her other targets always had this look of great sadness, and her elaborate schemes to give them a smile on their face while they were shot ultimately failed.
For instance, Jaina had proposed they get a tank of piranhas and lower the rebels into the tank. That way, when they saw the fish upside down, they could see those adorable little frowns turned upside down! Of course, no one had endorsed her plan, and they insisted that she continue to use a blaster like everyone else. The Empire could be such buzzkills sometimes, but....
But what? Jaina paused, for a moment considering why she worked for the people she did. She couldn't come up with an answer for it, but she kept her hand on the blaster, her finger on the trigger. At a whim, she might fire at another person, and if Kordath was any example, there was no telling who she might target. "Luke Teth of Alderaan, he loves cats and wookies and credits, attended the Imperial Academy on Coruscant..." Jaina murmured, almost as if back in the trance, as she unconsciously muttered the various bits of information on her former lover that had survived the grotesque therapy techniques of the asylum and her brother.
Jack Hudson
Location: Gilbert Street near Building 5, Fabrication ---> Building 2 (the Mess Hall)
Jack glanced around, half expecting someone to rush over to him, exclaiming that he couldn't be walking around Newnan without supervision just yet. As much as he wanted to see the rest of the settlement, he figured that it would be best to do that later, once Tatiana and he were more familiar faces. Rolling his shoulders slightly, he followed his nose for the fruity taste that shows the small crowd heading towards the Mess Hall. It wasn't too far away, and he was able to recognize the building, knowing that the shelter he shared with Tatiana was just across the street from it.
Should he go and see her? The more he thought about that, the more conflicted he was. He wanted desperately to be there to keep an eye on things, to ensure that their happiest day didn't become their darkest one, but at the same time, he needed to give her space. Too much of anything was never good. Finding himself heading inside the Mess Hall, he didn't immediately see anyone he recognized.
Looking around, he hoped that he would spot Miss Sally quickly enough. Perhaps she'd have something for him to do--keeping busy was always best, kept his mind from wondering off and worrying about the little things.
Édouard Riviere
Location: Front of the School (Franklin) ---> Following Lyon
As the sickly child began spewing off gibberish in a wretched American accent, Édouard rolled his eyes. Typical. Not only was it the spawn of hippies, the thing wasn't even French! His national pride inflamed in him, as his eyes twinkled a bit with anger. It was bad enough the name itself--but the fact that the child wasn't even French crossed the line. As much as he knew, the Rivieres had always been a strictly French family, never marrying or joining other ethnicities or cultures. It was tradition, the same way that male heirs were preferred for positions of power over female ones. His mother leading la mafia française had only happened after her elder brother died under "suspicious circumstances".
"Quoi?" Édouard blinked, feeling dazed and confused. For years, the only other person he could communicate with had been Félix, as they were trapped in the dreadful country of the United States. And then, on this single day, it seemed just about everyone could speak French! He shook his head slightly, and had the thought occurred to him, he would have pinched himself to ensure he wasn't dreaming.
"Vous...vous êtes sa nièce?" Édouard asked, a bit stunned. He couldn't imagine Lyon doing anything beyond violence and killing. The thought that any sibling of Lyon lived to reproduced was shocking, and he blinked again, staring at Lyon, Sana, and then Lyon again for a good minute. "Je suis desolé pour mon apparence. Comment vous vous appelez? Je m'appelle Édouard, mais vous pouvez m'appelez Éd si vous voulez." His tone was slightly dazed, but unlike his previous comments, practically good natured. As Sana glanced at Édouard as she left with Ciel, so did Édouard stare at her in confusion, puzzled by her existence.
He shrugged his shoulders slightly at Lyon's comment, still pondering exactly how Lyon had come to America, and then, how he managed to have a niece. The girl was stunning, but for once, that wasn't what his mind was pondering. "Je voudrais savoir votre histoire....s'il vous plaît."
Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway
Location: The Park
After being notified that Marc had left a notification, Tuesday saw the text come in from her sister. She moved her thumb to respond to it, only to be distracted as her search results finished loading. Almost everyone in town seemed to come up, and Tuesday grimaced slightly, trying to think of a way to narrow things down. Mr. Black likely wouldn't talk to an ex-con, and she figured her parents gossiped about her enough that the town knew. That ruled him out. Adelaide was in a similar boat--she and druggies didn't tend to get along. The two of them had lost touch after school. Jasmine...Jasmine could prove awkward. She had assisted Tuesday with legal services when she was sent to prison, and she didn't feel up to facing her at the moment.
"Which of you fuckers is it?" Tuesday whispered to herself, biting her lip. She wracked her head for anything she recalled of Cynthia, only to realize that beyond Ada, Chris probably was covering all of these events with his camera. Perhaps he'd have some more information about it, things he wasn't willing talking to with the cops.
Opening a new tab, Tuesday typed in and entered a new search query. Chris Maloney Grimm Indiana Contact Information. She couldn't recall if she was facebook friends with the guy, but she figured he would have a website or something. If he had gotten anywhere close to being a great director, there had to be someway out there for her to get a hold of him, and see if he'd be willing to chat about the string of murders.
Her eyes flickered back to the unread message from Riley and the voicemail notification from Marc, before resolving firmly that they could wait. It'd hardly kill them.
Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway
Location: Riley's Apartment
Tuesday shrugged at Ronnie initially, wondering what exactly she could say. They had been friends back in high school, and admittedly, he had done a lot for her. He tried to get her cleaned up and back on her feet, as much as she kicked and screamed and argued the entire way. It wasn't Marc's fault that Tuesday ended up the way she was. The idea that she could blame a single person for her behavior beyond herself was largely gone. She had picked the druggie lifestyle--plain and simple. No one else forced her to.
"We took the AP exams together," Tuesday finally answered. "He scored better than me. I cried as my parents expected perfection. I thought we had a special something," she finished, laughing lightly at the end at her small joke. Truthfully, Tuesday had tried to tell herself that she had a crush on Marc in high school, but even then, she vaguely suspected that she was about as straight as her sister. But if Ronnie had to know more, later would be a better time. She didn't want to delve into Marc visiting her in prison and watching as she went through the violent detoxing phase, just in case it gave him or Riley any ideas about sending her to rehab.
She shrugged slightly as Riley closed the door, having already taken a peek inside. She didn't understand why her sister wasn't just living with someone in her band, and it wasn't like Riley needed help to pay the rent. Despite being twins, Tuesday couldn't help but feel she never understood anything that went on with Riley.
"You've got to be shitting us," Tuesday exclaimed, hearing that Cynthia was in a halfway house. "Thought she was permanently banana balls....Huh. Good for her." At Riley's comment, she recalled that she had agreed to go car shopping with her sister. It was almost too work, keeping track of family relations. The prospect of moving, fleeing the city, was so enticing to her. With Riley watching her every move, it made it harder to smuggle product, and thus, harder to pay the bills.
"You gonna share with the class?" Tuesday asked, noticing Roy smirking down at his phone again.
Cecily Ashworth
Location: the Morgue
Cecily stared at the phone for a moment, clenching her hand slightly. She kept her cosplay supplies in her room, as well as her valuables--her comic books and other collectables. Those were the few things she had brought with her to Justice as she moved from Pittsburgh, leaving her life as a chemistry student behind in order to become a forensic technician. The Black Butler cosplay she kept in there had been a gift from her best friend in college, and he had moved back to England over a year ago. She huffed a bit, trying to think of an appropriate response over text.
This is why I don't do parties - C.A.
Sliding her phone away once more, she quickly punched her number into Natasha's phone, entering her name into her contacts. Hopefully she hadn't just given the mysterious shadow crime squad her information, but she couldn't help but like Natasha. And as Natasha gave the itinerary to Caesar, she felt more confident that if Natasha was a secret operative of some sorts, she was a particularly bad one. She could trust her.
Grabbing her mobile kit, Cecily ensured it had plenty of vials, swabs, tubes, and virtually anything she could think of that might come in handy. The container was a bit heavy by the time she was done with it, but it wasn't anything she hadn't carried to an active crime scene before. And with Caesar shifting to a seemingly more dangerous persona, she felt it was best to hurry, before he went from calm Bruce Banner to the Incredible Hulk.
Catching a ride w/ Caesar there - C.A.
Heading outside, Cecily sincerely hoped that she wouldn't be returning to the office in a bodybag. It was a gamble, but she figured that if two coroner's in a row were murdered, someone would notice. It was the type of coincidence that would be taken seriously, and with the FBI in town, she felt a little better. Hopefully Natasha would make it out okay as well--she had literally been dragged into this mess, but there was still time, Cecily felt, for Natasha to get away from it, before it was too late.
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