I would enjoy the monstrous but I could see myself being any of them really.
Tally Dor
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Head in the clouds, but my gravity is centered.
STATUS: Dang it. Post 404?!?! Now no one is gunna find it. 5 days ago
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Dang it. Post 404?!?! Now no one is gunna find it.
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It's at times like this that I remember my dad's final words to me before he passed. "Careful son. I don't think the safety is on." Such wisdom.
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Long time ago I was young and poor but after many years of hard work I am no longer young.
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I prefer not to think before speaking. I like being just as surprised as everyone else by what comes out of my mouth.
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When in doubt always remember the wise words of Ed. "I like buttered Toast." If you forget that then you risk getting the two shoed beating from Ralph.
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The Weeping
Location:The Melting Pot, Paragon City
The Weeping had initially not paid too much attention to the rebar in the wall but as he glanced closer, he spotted blood. This was strange. He had left the thug uninjured. Noticing the trail of blood leading away, his focus was drawn to the sound of sirens behind him. As he turned and stayed to the shadows he witnessed the agent. Seeing the badge on his hip he felt a sudden rise of anger.
Why?
Why were they here?
Ignoring the paramedics that were moving the body and even the police officers in the distance. He stood up confidently and walked towards the agent. As he neared the man he spoke.
"Who lined your pockets to come here?"
The Agent turned to face The Weeping hand moving to his holstered sidearm. "I received a call from someone and was ordered to investigate it."
The Weeping snorted in disdain. most likely just a lowly grunt. They would know nothing. Would there even be a point to the anger that burned in his chest. "I don't need you or the agents here in my ally ways. I don't know why you have taken this sudden interest."
The agent glared at the Weeping. "Well, I don't follow your orders and I do not work for you sir. Unless you have something that will help the case I suggest you leave the scene."
A frown crossed his lips at the man's response, and he moved a bit closer as he spoke a question.
"Hatty Mcall?" A slight pause as he allowed the name to linger. "Russel Stokes?" His orange eyes never left the agents. "Jennifer Love?" A slight growl escaped his throat. "Do you even recognize any of these names?"
"No, I do not."
A slight smile creeped across The Weeping's face but it did not reach his eyes. "Of course you don't. Why would the department care about those that have gone missing or been killed here unless you've accepted a bribe?" He shook his head.
"No. Your higher ups sit in their ivory towers away from the common man and are happy to say they are upholding order as long as they really don't have to do any work."
The agent glared at the Weeping still keeping his hand on his holster. "If you have an issue with my bosses, please bring it up to them, write a complaint, or go setup an appointment and speak to them in person." The agent said. "Now unless you have something you need or can help with the investigation, I suggest you leave."
He chuckled before turning away from the man and vanishing into the shadows. Allowing his final words to hang about in the air long after he had gone. "Fine, finish up playing your part, but know those names that none of you people care about? Those people died this month and no one outside of the Melting Pot cared."
As The Weeping found himself standing in Garrett's shadow. He rubbed his chin before starling the old man.
"There is a killer about Garrett. Make sure no one goes anywhere alone if it can be helped."
The old drunk turned around a few times trying to find The Weeping but when he was unable to locate him. He nodded to the empty air as he took a swig from his brown bottle before stumbling his way towards another bum to begin the chain of relaying The Weeping's message.
Do we need dice to join this? it looks really interesting.
*blows dust off*
Bump!
Bump!
Blitz listened and nodded as they were dismissed for the moment. He folded his arms in thought, as his wings began to beat and he slowly hovered up from the ground and was carried forward out of the throne room. Moments passed and he found himself floating outside of his hovel that he called home.
He knew already that he was going to take nothing. His whole life had been a singular purpose of caring for his creatures. Much to the dismay of Sir Elric and perhaps quite a few fairies. He basically owned the clothes on his back and only replaced them as needed. Placing two fingers into his mouth he released a shrill piercing whistle and all of his charges came waddling out at top speed.
Bartholomew, Nicodemus, Theophilus, and Bill each came out standing in a line and at attention.
The young fairy did not mince words and quickly explained that he would be away for a time, and they each knew of their jobs, and he fully expected them to all behave in his absence or he was going to tar their tailfeathers. This resulted in a nervous honk from Nicodemus as the youngest drake stole a sneak peek at his tailfeathers that were only now really starting to be right.
Blitz beckoned towards the biggest drake Bill as the others were dismissed. Bill dwarfed the fairy in size, and he followed Blitz obediently much like a dog would as they rounded the hovel, and Blitz began putting a saddle on the drake. He attached some anklets and small woven helmet onto his mount.
Each piece was enchanted and held a specific purpose. As he climbed upon Bills back they soon took off. Blitz had ignored the saddle and found his usual spot holding onto the back of the drake's neck and began to whisper commands to the duck he had raised since it came from an egg. The pair landed outside of the throne room and Blitz itched the back of Bill's head resulting in a cooing noise from his mount as he hopped off and went back to join the other fairies.
Blitz leaned back against a wall noticing that only Loke was here currently. He gave the fae a slight smile but said nothing.
He knew already that he was going to take nothing. His whole life had been a singular purpose of caring for his creatures. Much to the dismay of Sir Elric and perhaps quite a few fairies. He basically owned the clothes on his back and only replaced them as needed. Placing two fingers into his mouth he released a shrill piercing whistle and all of his charges came waddling out at top speed.
Bartholomew, Nicodemus, Theophilus, and Bill each came out standing in a line and at attention.
The young fairy did not mince words and quickly explained that he would be away for a time, and they each knew of their jobs, and he fully expected them to all behave in his absence or he was going to tar their tailfeathers. This resulted in a nervous honk from Nicodemus as the youngest drake stole a sneak peek at his tailfeathers that were only now really starting to be right.
Blitz beckoned towards the biggest drake Bill as the others were dismissed. Bill dwarfed the fairy in size, and he followed Blitz obediently much like a dog would as they rounded the hovel, and Blitz began putting a saddle on the drake. He attached some anklets and small woven helmet onto his mount.
Each piece was enchanted and held a specific purpose. As he climbed upon Bills back they soon took off. Blitz had ignored the saddle and found his usual spot holding onto the back of the drake's neck and began to whisper commands to the duck he had raised since it came from an egg. The pair landed outside of the throne room and Blitz itched the back of Bill's head resulting in a cooing noise from his mount as he hopped off and went back to join the other fairies.
Blitz leaned back against a wall noticing that only Loke was here currently. He gave the fae a slight smile but said nothing.
Happy day of birth day @Adeline
Since everyone else has colored text. I was feeling left out so I gave Blitz a color.
Blitz was listening intently as he scratched his left side. He was unusually quiet and still safe for scratching. He listened to each of the other fairies speak. Pledges of allegiance. Words of affirmation.
Send me!
I'll go!
They were all saying. Blitz found himself chewing on his bottom lip before he released a sigh. The queen had always been sweet to him. Sides if the whole island fell only the drakes and those with wings would survive the fall. He could not realistically allow his animal friends to suffer just because he'd rather flee from responsibility.
"I..." his words seemed to catch in his throat.
"I'll do it." He said far to quietly for anyone to hear. His usual bravado absent. Then he spoke louder. With more conviction. Almost like he was hyping himself up.
" The Hollow must not fall. Especially not to something called a Bog...Bohg... That thing!!"
Send me!
I'll go!
They were all saying. Blitz found himself chewing on his bottom lip before he released a sigh. The queen had always been sweet to him. Sides if the whole island fell only the drakes and those with wings would survive the fall. He could not realistically allow his animal friends to suffer just because he'd rather flee from responsibility.
"I..." his words seemed to catch in his throat.
"I'll do it." He said far to quietly for anyone to hear. His usual bravado absent. Then he spoke louder. With more conviction. Almost like he was hyping himself up.
" The Hollow must not fall. Especially not to something called a Bog...Bohg... That thing!!"
The Weeping
Location:The Melting Pot, Paragon City
A small sigh escaped The Weeping's lips as he spoke not a word at first. Just a strained silence lingered in the air as the gathered men took nervous glances at one another as a light tapping begun to resound through the room. The Weeping closed his eyes in thought which probably would have unnerved those in front of him more since if it wasn't for the tapping that showed he wasn't moving amongst them.
The men all shuddered and winced as a sudden explosion of light showered the room with a dim glow. The Weeping now stood visible to them. One of them begun doing the symbol of the cross across his chest. Only the old drunk had ever seen him up close. A frown was plastered across The Weeping's features.
He allowed the claws of his own hand to drag across the desk as he listened to the sound of the scraping of the wood.
"There is only one who might bring the department or the cops upon us."
He allowed the words to sink as his eyes drifted between the men. Some were obviously more nervous about this than others. Some had more shady deals while others were just trying to survive.
Garrett cleared his throat as he rubbed his balding scalp.
"Do we need to be worried?"
The Weeping shook his head.
"I don't think so. The police and those in power have ignored this place for decades. Only coming here when money or someone needs to be silenced is involved."
His clawed hand splintering and leaving a deep gash on the top of the desk.
"From what I have heard no one has cared about the mistreated and forgotten of the Melting Pot since the Defenders disbanded."
The reminder of this fact seemed to stir the men slightly and decrease some of the fear.
"Even if someone does show. It'll be the same standard procedure that you all have done even before I came."
"Ignorance." The man with dreads chimed in.
The Weeping nodded a smile slowly crept across his face though it didn't reach his eyes.
"Exactly. It isn't the law or any of those heroes that worry me."
The image of Amara flashed in The Weeping's mind, and he rolled his shoulders. Feeling the tension leave them he shut the light off allowing the darkness to return.
"You are all dismissed. I have other business to attend to."
His words disturbed the darkness, and The Weeping left the men alone in the darkness as he came out of the darkness and entered into another now finding himself at the entrance of an ally way. His eyes searching before landing on the bent piece of rebar and the lack of thug he had left behind. Seems the man had been removed.
Good. One less loose end to tie up.
Blitz followed closely behind Sir Elric as they made their way into the Hollow Hall. His expression was one of somber curiosity. Sir Elric never in the mood for jokes or shenanigans seemed fouler than usual. When he saw many fairies already within the hall and some arriving he nibbled on his bottom lip slightly.
What could all this mean?
He could see faces he knew, some he disliked, and even some of interest.
Blitz attention however focused in on the queen. She was not here usual bright and cheerful self. She almost seemed worn thin. Like butter scraped over to much toast.
He frowned as she spoke, and the frown deepened as she finished. This sounded an awful lot like responsibility.
It was a word he hated. Even if he could not spell it.
Yet Blitz had always liked the queen so maybe he could stomach the notion depending on what she said next.
What could all this mean?
He could see faces he knew, some he disliked, and even some of interest.
Blitz attention however focused in on the queen. She was not here usual bright and cheerful self. She almost seemed worn thin. Like butter scraped over to much toast.
He frowned as she spoke, and the frown deepened as she finished. This sounded an awful lot like responsibility.
It was a word he hated. Even if he could not spell it.
Yet Blitz had always liked the queen so maybe he could stomach the notion depending on what she said next.
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