SepticGentleman

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

So what's going on with everyone? Things are good I hope.

@t2wave

Well I'm fine.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

I'm going to make a very large post tomorrow to catch up but then I'll be gone for the weekend.

@Cuddle Pot

Sure thing man.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Both good to go. Post 'em together.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Nessa

Nessa Lockhelme

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A young a surprisingly restrained and powerful Succubus hailing from god knows where that has landed herself a job as a waitress at The Pale Horse. She is very good friends with Martin, maybe even more so. She dreams of becoming a Hand herself one day. She is deviously intelligent and often puts this natural born gift to good use. She will also woo men and women both monster and man to do her bidding. But as a Succubus, she has a natural affinity to manipulate the male gender over the other.

@UrbanEvolution

Good to go. Add her.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Gah, I'm sorry not trying to ignore him or anything, just kinda juggling all these characters, little more than I usually do.@SepticGentleman

@The Fox Without

No, no, like I said, totally optional. Let's sort this a bit.

So far you've got Jasper, Marcel, Thomas, Martin, Nessa, and Baldwin, plus your Morgan, in the tavern now. The only ones you really have any inclination to interact with are Jasper and Baldwin, and the latter's pretty much up, so that's only one. You've got Kaja coming, which brings that up to two. Plus, seeing as Pixel's gonna be busy, you can postpone Jasper for a bit.

So no worries, man.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

Ah damn, in that case I suppose I'll have some wait staff take care of jasper now that I've basically finished my convo with horrid, though he should be fun to mess with when you get back, sure Garm and him would be an interesting dynamic.

I'm gonna do a timeskip to interact with the 58 stuff, then throw Garm into the mix, but I'm up for going back and doing Pale Horse interaction with Kaja once he gets there, as well as establish the general idea of what he needs tonight from them after the scene with 58 is done. Welp got a lot of writing ahead of me -_-

@The Fox Without

Thomas is still in the Pale Horse by the way. You don't have to interact with him, he's just available. I'm gonna pull him out of there later.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

ANNA

Originally a lifeless pool of chemicals. The future being was fortunate to reside in a pit where human sacrifices were made. Often the individuals were young girls. Of course that didn't matter as all were dissolved equally. What little did remain slowly began to culminate into a consciousness. Various weak memories formed a persona, Anna. Anna lived to eat it seemed, but increasingly became more picky about consuming the minds of its victims, adding the thoughts and memories to its own. She, as it had come to identified itself, still lacked any means to move or escape the pit though.

The concept of time was not really a thing perceived by the loosely sentient slime. However it had to have been hundreds of years before the War of Supremacy started. What used to be only human women started to become other more unusual beings that were thrown into the pit. One such was a young Necromancer. Her knowledge and power was unlike anything else Anna had encountered. Whilst consuming the helpless woman her connection to the dark arts took hold. The formless slime began to cling to the bones of her last meal. Scared and confused the new creature took the shape of a woman around the skeleton and climbed its way out.

As one might expect she did not fare well on her own. Most of her fragmented memories were from the young innocent girls that had yet to experience the world. Thankfully she was found by the Engineers and brought to Voldoa. There she essentially serves as a trash collector, picking up and dissolving the discarded material. Having been doing this for a while she has since split off into multiple other slime blobs that share a hive mind. Working together only one currently houses a skeleton and is considered capable of individual thought, that being Anna herself.

@t2wave

I've never seen someone give a trash collector so much depth here before. I love it. Put it in your current CHAR post and you'll be ace.

Voldoa: City of Monsters (A meeting among Tarblatt, certain Engineers, and the Hands will be conducted soon.)

He sure is. Put him in your post and go to town.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Oh god that Zalgo text

@BR8K

The spooks are real.

Portwood Institute for Talented Youths (PITY)

Za͘c̡h̀a̛ria͠h B̸a̛l̕e̡

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The library.

Over by one of the lounging areas, one of the nearby wall sockets began to emit blue sparks as a student was about to plug her phone in. She and a few others stepped back as the sparks grew brighter and more rapid, culminating in the socket giving way to Zach in his specter form emerging from within. A few of the students looked genuinely alarmed, others less so. Honestly, in this school full of mutants, you shouldn’t be surprised by anything.

Zach floated above the carpet floor. If he’d touched his feet to it, he’d start a fire. He looked around at the surrounding students and waved a hand, saying, “H̸o͏w̡d́y̛.”

In this form, he didn’t have his usual lack of lips to impede his speech. But he also gained a sort of ghastly scratching and reverberation to his words. He thought it was pretty cool.

“Don͟'́t m͟i͡nd̡ ͠m͝e.” He said, seemingly walking along the air past them, “I'́m ju͞s͡t go͏nna.̷.. ́ta̢k̀è a ͘s͟tr̶oll.” He pretended to shove his hands in his non-existent pockets and went on his way, humming in a hushed manner. God, humming and whistling felt weird. Kinda… tingly, if that’s the right word.

Just a bioelectric phantom casually strolling mid-air in the library. Nothing weird about that, unless folks just outright pointed it out. Besides, no one would even know who he really was. His real body was out of the picture for the while.

Time to have some fun.