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 Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 10:59 am
((OORP: The following points will not count, given that I am not playing Crow in this RP. Rather. I'm information gathering. /OORP))
God, how he hated the rain. A young boy with dyed purple locks curled up tighter in his coat--why had that damning girl sent him all the way back to Middling?! Crow had just came from Middling, no less with a strange horned boy clinging to her small frame, a blindfold over his eyes. He seemed sick, or just damn near death. What was it with that insane girl anyway? She had wings, those giant hooves, that tail...and then one night she jumps up in height, gets boobs, and... HELL, those talons. A nice raindrop to the open wound in his cheek reminded him of her talons. She hadn't meant to, he knew, even though she was much too distraught to apologize. Crow just doesn't hurt people like that.
"Go to Season, NOW," she had barked at him. Hey, he got forty bucks out of the deal. Half from Crow, half from Hobert. Hobert was bustling about, getting whatever medical supplies he could get for the teen that came with Crow. She had scratched that horned guy, too, there was five cuts in his chest going inward towards each other. Crow had also mentioned about some other odd kids, though none as odd as her and Searo--that's what she called the teen boy, right?
Jeremiah had thought about straying off to do whatever a few times, but Crow's contorted face, the mix of fear and pain, always made him go back on the trail to Seasons Florist. It took him about an half-an-hour to arrive, given he used the elevators.
The boy peeked his head inside as he opened the door, half afraid of what he may find. Nothing could be visually more monstrous than Crow and that Searo, right?
"'Ello?" He said, a quizzical undertone in his young voice. He spotted the three--they looked normal enough. "This... Seasons, right?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 11:35 am
"Clean out the bank and-a bump off your daddy" Writ hummed to himself, "You can, come live with us among the has-beens and the attic sleepers-" The door squeaked open again, and Writ instinctivly raised his axe again, just to see another kid in the door.
He lowered his weapon. This whole thing was getting him a little bit too jumpy for his own good. Writ took a better look at him. He's never seen him around before, he seemed too normal to be a player, but then, Maria was the same way, so no one could tell. His ears flicked up in confusion as he went over to the kid and asked,
"Did the Green Lady send you too?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2007 3:05 pm
Jubs looked up as the other kid entered. He didn't look familiar, but he hadn't met all the godlings yet. "Hey, are you Ciro?"
He couldn't resist making a remark to Writ. "I thought we weren't supposed to fight in here?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 7:27 am
Seth remained silent as Writ and Jubs talked amongst themselves. Something about the storm, what was the big deal about that? Pfft…commoners. And there was more to come. He glanced at the boy who entered, no one special his though, he wasn’t in a mood to care, even more so than usual.
He pulled his cloak up over his head. If something important didn’t happen soon he’d zone out completely.
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Posted: Wed Jun 27, 2007 9:49 pm
Jeremiah nearly bailed the shop as Writ approached him, axe in hand. Of course, he quickly followed up with a question about a Green Lady.
Crow never mentioned anything about a password. The young teen searched his mind until he came up with the only possible way of getting himself out of this sudden mess. Aside from, of course, that Crow would owe him more money after this--his life was threatened upon.
"Crow sent me!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air. "She just paid me and sent me here, she didn't say why or anyth--"
The other boy, a head shorter than he, mentioned something about that Searo guy Crow was with. "Me? Hell no. Do I look like I have horns?!" He figured that there should only be one Searo in a group, right? The name sounded weird, but, so did Crow, and Writ--that guy she had a crush on. He turned back to the teen with the pointy ears and the yellow eyes... Writ had yellow eyes, or at least that's what he remembered what Crow had said about the Writ kid to Hobert.
"Writ?" He queried. "You're...one of Crow's friends...righ'?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 8:45 am
Writ put the axe down on the counter and chuckled. He was relieved, there was that suspicion in his mind that this whole thing was a trap, but it was only Crow's messenger. It got the eleven year old inside him jealous, how come she had people she could boss around?
He smiled, "Alright, alright, don't worry abou-"
Then he mentioned Ciro, and the smile almost dropped off of his face.
Wait, so Crow's messenger's seen Ciro? That probably means that the Green Lady was right... He tossed the thought aside.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, we're friends, why?" Writ said quickly without thinking, he's known Crow for so long that the response was almost automatic.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 10:28 am
Had Jubs known Seth's train of thought, he would have started to pummel him with his pipe, neutral ground or not. Thankfully, mind-reading wasn't one of his powers.
The normal looking person's little comments were quite helpful to Jubs. So evidently Ciro had horns. He should be easy to recognize then. The messenger kid didn't seem to be a player, as he had less of a clue than Jubs usually had.
From outside suddenly, beastial roars filled the air. They seemed to come from several directions, and quite soon followed by human screams.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 12:11 pm
Seth mentally noted down, some guy with horns was named Ciro, evidently Writ and Jubs didn’t like the sound of his name by their reactions. Not that he made any visible sign he was even remotely conscious. And that this random boy was one of Crows friends, why she needed to pay some kid of the street to be her messenger boy was beyond him though.
Seth’s quit mind was interrupted by the sudden scream from outside. Bloody commoners, it was just a storm. No wonder the Uppers where easier to get to sleep in. Though it took a few moments for the roars to sink in as actual roars and not thunder cracks. “Arrrr” he groaned, he’d never get some peace and quiet at this rate.
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 8:06 pm
Things were getting worse...much worse.
Outside of the shop, Zeus had decided to damn the City with various monsters of his own choosing, and one could only suppose he did such just to see how much havoc he could cause.
Or if Persephone's godlings really were the heroes she claimed them to be.
First it was a small rumble, nothing that major to the City. Then, again, this time accompanied by the sound of splitting, and a deathly whir-like cry filled the air. Like a strong wind filled with a million voices of pain, anger, hate, anguish...and death. Death has a feeling, a cold, clammy sensation that stave off even the joys of life, and it quickly filled the streets as well as Seasons.
The grim atmosphere worsened as the ground continued to shake. Jeremiah dove forward from the doorway, the glass shattered as the shakes grew more and more violent. Then, the city streets rose up and crashed together like waves of the ocean, the cement peaks reaching towards the dark and enraged sky. The air filled with the screams of mortals as the quake continued.
Abruptly, it ended. Jeremiah rose to his feel, glass covering his back, and whirled about. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" He cried out, his young voice cracking at 'hell'. He stood behind Writ, given that Writ was the tallest among the group.
From the cracked earth came droves upon droves of the souls that had passed on from the planes of the living. Some mangled, some pure, some shown obviously their method of escaping life, others seemed too alive for anyone's own good. Most simply walked the streets, but they were so obviously unnatural; their forms could pass through the disheveled terrain as if they were a visual trick of the eye--they couldn't really be there, could they?
Yet the screams of humans confirmed such, a woman raced by the broke shop front crying and trying to avoid what spirits she could--although it didn't matter, she simply passed through them. The spirits seemed to acknowledge this lack of mass as well, as they would turn slightly in the direction of whatever passed through them and their hallow eyes wished to query what had happened.
The grand finale of such events of Middling came as a large head, no, three large heads of a grand beast as tall as the Seasons itself rose from the large gap in the street. This daemon appeared much like a giant dog, with three rather than one head. To the denizens of the City, he was essentially a giant, monstrous rottweiler. No less, he was a formidable sight to behold.
Jeremiah poked his head out the broken doorway before he made an audible yelp. Yet, his joints seemed frozen, and he was unable to move.
"This was so not worth the forty bucks."
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2007 11:24 pm
Writ held an ear out as he heard the first screams, then he heard the rumbling, and soon, he felt the rumbling.
Then there came the mix of screams of anguish between millions of lost souls and hundreds of terrified mortals. Writ clasped his ears with his hands, there were some things that even his incredibly large ears couldn't handle, and this was one of them.
Glass shattered and pots smashed as the shifting of earth pushed flowers, plants, and Writ, off balance. He would've landed on top of Jeremiah if he hadn't shifted his weight forward. Writ did a stomach first lunge into the counter. He fumbled around for his axe for a second and grabbed it with both hands. He unsheathed the Tomahawk, revealing it's sharp black edge. Whatever the hell was going on, this thing was going to come in handy somehow.
Suddenly, the shaking stopped. All was quiet.
In a moment, the still silence broke. A triad of spine-chilling howls filled the air, a choir of thunder and lightning sung harmoniously in the black clouds.
It was hard for anyone not to be shaken by the sudden evil that had taken over the city. Writ was shivering himself.
He looked down at Crow's messenger, trying to keep his mind off the screaming that echoed in his head, "She gave you forty bucks?!"
After Jeremiah's outburst, Writ looked outside the glassless window himself. His eyes widened, and he began to shake even more, but not in just panic, but anger as well. Wouldn't the sight of restless spirits invading your hometown make you shake too?
His aura flickered, and it turned black once again, Jubs would recognize that feeling around Writ instantly, but he didn't sound mad when he spoke, actually, he sounded quite calm.
"...There's a giant three-headed dog outside our window." He said, his voice struggling to be steady, "And a trillion or so ghosts."
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Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2007 6:01 am
I hate this," grumbled Maria as she picked herself off the ground from the earthquake like tremors, and listened to the screams that were right down the alley. "Why today."
As Maria continued to head toward Seasons she took a short detour down the alley toward the area where she heard the screams. After scanning the area and seeing that no one was seriously injured she pulled her shawl back over head and shoulders and ran full force toward Seasons. Not knowing why she had to go there to begin with.
Sighing Maria just ran and ran and then stopped as she saw what laid in her path toward Seasons. “You have to be kidding, there actually real,” she said to herself as she saw Cerberus and the ghosts hanging outside the small floral shop.
Before doing anything, Maria wanted to make sure that everyone who was inside the place got out safely. Glancing at the shop, she picked up on four souls, three of which she had never seen before and one being Writs. Knowing that most places in Middling had a back door, she decided ot back track a second and head down the alley next to it and get in through a door that way.
Finding the door she was seeking she nudge it open and walked toward the front of the shop. Trying her hardest not to step on anything that would be a plant or plant related. That failed though when Maria stepped on one of the shattered pots.
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2007 9:35 am
"AH!" Writ yelled and turned around when the door behind him began to open, it was part fear, part "Whoever it is, they better watch out, because I am NOT in the mood to find out this is a trap!"
It was just a woman, a small one in fact. Her height kind of reminded him of Persy. Writ breathed again. There was a notion in his head that the dog outside could somehow sneak into the back door. Now that he thought of it, how could a fifty foot dog slip into a door only 6 feet high? Even Writ had trouble going through it without bumping his head.
Writ slammed his hand on the counter and shook his head, "Gods, you scared the s**t out of me."
He came closer and leveled his face with hers, practically having to crouch down to get eye to eye. Writ couldn't help but get a feeling of familiarity, from her, like deja vu. He knew her, somehow, he just couldn't place a name.
"Do I know you from somewhere?"
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