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Post by hermes on Dec 31, 2008 22:49:03 GMT -5
Eragon walked into the dark, dingy bar about three streets down from his new place. He'd thought it might be a good place to collect information, and it looked like he was correct in his assumptions. There were vary few patrons in the bar, but he quickly spotted a man who looked like he'd been around the block. He sauntered over, and took the bar stool beside the man.
"I'm looking for trouble," Eragon said quietly, in a level voice.
The man cut him off before he could continue.
"No you're not," He said, in a dark, gravelly voice. It was the voice of a man beaten down by the world. The voice of a man who'd become tired of the beatings.
"Trouble does terrible things to you, things you shouldn't wish for. Or go looking for." He said, pulling out a cigarette and lighting up. He took a deep pull on it, then continued.
"Trouble makes you lose things, makes you find things. Some things maybe you never wanted to find. Trouble takes a man down the wrong path, dangles you over cliffs, and doesn't give second chances." His tone and pace were slow, and deliberate.
"I've seen trouble, and its the kind of trouble you don't want to see," He paused to take another pull on his cigarette, "Trouble comes looking for you as it is. You shouldn't go looking for it."
He started to stand up, but Eragon stopped him with a hand on his arm. The older man paused, "Seems that trouble will follow you to your grave as well, that's a damn shame."
"Who are you?" Eragon asked, wondering what type of hell a man could go through to make him bold enough to talk like that. That, or he was just crazy. The man stepped into the light.
He was fairly tall, with a thin build but a lot of muscle for his size. He wore a long black leather trench, parted at the back. Inside of his coat lining was walled with silver throwing knives. Hanging from his waist were two swords. A silver short sword, and a silver longsword. He wore a cross around his neck, and Eragon suddenly noticed a case for a bow beside his stool. He could see dozens of silver tipped arrows in a quiver beside it.
The man smiled at him, revealing several silver capped teeth, and one that had been replaced in gold. His face wasn't that different from Eragon's, but he had a hungry look about him, and no fat padding his face. It was all sharp angles and stubble.
"If you live long enough, you might learn my name. Not many people know it, but they call me Silver Hand Stylus. Or," He paused, turning his head to nod at some people in the corner. "They do."
There were two flashes of silver from the older man's hands, and suddenly silver knives were clattering to the ground where two people had been before. Covered in ash.
He jerked his hand, and the knives returned. "I'm a vampire hunter, because once I went looking for trouble." He walked to the door, then stopped. "Only, I found out that trouble had been stalking me all along." There was a faint glow of silver from under his coat, as he walked out the door.
Eragon smirked, looking around at the room. "You admire him don't you?" He asked the only remaining patron, sitting clear on the other side of the bar. The man nodded, confirming Eragon's suspicion. Eragon smiled, turning back to the bar. He knew when the fight was out of his league. Better not to mettle in the Gods affairs.
OOC: He's out on the streets, its night, and he's wandering. Feel free to run into him, that's actually kind of how I want this to play out. A series of coincidental meetings that get us all drawn into something a little deeper. Eragon is not participating, and this is a human to low level type topic. That man himself is merely human, he just has quick reflexes and a lot of practice.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Dec 31, 2008 22:57:49 GMT -5
OOC: Dangit, Achenes is overexposed as is, and most of my underused characters would totally break a vampire hunting topic. Of course, I'm not quite valid to join, but I am working on it... I must say that I'm very interested in seeing where Prime takes this.
Good on all y'all that are posting new RPs. Lets people get into it again.
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Post by SV on Jan 3, 2009 1:35:23 GMT -5
The night air had the fresh green smell that a day of rain brought with it. Puddles dotted the sidewalk, reflecting back the golden-yellow light from the street lamps. The weather was cooler than usual, even for this time of the year; this, along with the steady showers, was probably to blame for the streets being considerably emptier than most evenings. Still, there were people to be seen here and there and an occasional car rolling down the wet roads, and while not necessarily busy, several of the shops gladly provided a cozy shelter for those unfazed by the conditions outside.
The door to one such shop swung open before a large umbrella that unfolded itself under a dripping awning. The umbrella's owner was a young woman of slightly above average height and slender build. She wore a white knee-length skirt that looked as though it was meant for milder temperatures than this evening permitted; her copper-red hair hung in a simple loose braid over one shoulder.
This woman with the umbrella paused briefly to slip a small package into her coat pocket before setting off briskly down the sidewalk, heels of her boots clicking muted against the concrete. She couldn't quite place why, but she felt rather uneasy, as though something about the evening was not quite right. Deciding it was best to hurry, the woman sped her pace, looking around warily as she turned the corner...
...And bumped into a man walking the opposite direction. For half a second, she stumbled back. "Oh – um, excuse me…" she began to mumble in awkward apology; then she noticed the clang of metal against metal coming from him and the glint of steel inside his trench coat. A gun, a knife, she didn't know. She stood, wide-eyed, waiting for the man's reaction. No, she thought, this evening was not quite right at all.
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Post by hermes on Jan 3, 2009 18:16:56 GMT -5
The older man smiled, recognizing the young woman's reaction from years of long practice. "I apologize," He said, in his deep gravelly voice. He put his cigarette out on the brick wall off the building, it wasn't polite to smoke around a lady. "Don't worry about me, I won't hurt you. But you shouldn't be out so late." He said, looking slowly around the street.
"The air has a slick feeling tonight, like lubrication in the gears of fate." He paused, smiling faintly. "Sorry, I knew someone who used to say things like that a lot. Would you care for an escort to where ever it is you're going? I wouldn't want you to get hurt out here." He readjusted his jacket, pulling out a PI badge, that he kept for occasions like this. "Don't worry, I have these in here for a reason, and it isn't mugging."
The badge said Jason Bradford on it, but of course that wasn't his real name. That had just been a petty vampire that prayed on lonely wives. But the bad was...useful, on occasion. He coughed, holding his fist to his mouth for a moment. It passed quickly, but it certainly reminded him that smoking didn't help him any.
"Ahem, excuse me." He said, shaking his head a bit.
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Post by SV on Jan 4, 2009 0:40:20 GMT -5
The woman relaxed visibly at the sight of the badge. He was a P.I., Detective Bradford (OOC: as far as she knows), and that meant he was a good guy -- a little more film noir than she expected, but she felt that she should be as safe with this street-hardened officer as she would be with any other man of the law. "If it wouldn't be a hassle for you, Detective," she started, taking a step closer to him, "could you take me to the subway station?"
It was still raining, the drops falling tranquilly against her umbrella. She focused on them for a moment, trying to quiet the voice in the back of her mind telling her to be wary of this detective. When she looked up, he was watching her through the smoke rising from his cigarette. "It's just a few more blocks that way," she continued abruptly. "I...I hate to bother you. I'm just a little unnerved tonight." She sighed. "Maybe it's the weather..."
OOC: Is blah, but I wanted to interject something in there before anyone else joined. Silly for a bunch of people to meet coincidentally on an otherwise empty street corner and all that. The subway sounds like a good place for running into people, yeah? Or whatever.
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Post by hermes on Jan 7, 2009 0:22:55 GMT -5
The older man shrugged, "I'm also unsure of this night, it feels quite strange for some reason." He said, as they slowly meandered down the street, towards the subway station.
"I get the feeling the other shoe is about to drop for some reason, not quite sure exactly whats going on. It has to do with my work, however." He said, scowling.
They both decended the steps into the subway, and he payed for the ladies ticket, and his to get into the platform. He smiled at her apologetically, as they progressed deeper underground.
"Sorry, I just want to make sure you get on your way alright." He said gruffly, as they stepped onto the platform, waiting for the train to arrive.
"There are some things that go bump in the night."
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Post by SV on Jan 7, 2009 2:08:23 GMT -5
"You didn't have to do that," the woman said in the tones one is obligated to use after becoming the recipient of a random act of kindness, but she thanked him for paying her fare nonetheless. She passed through the turnstile and paused briefly on the other side, looking around. Like the streets above, the station was nearly empty. Unfortunate -- the detective was beginning to make her a little uncomfortable, particularly after he took it upon himself to escort her all the way to the platform.
They walked there in an awkward silence; then, as though he sensed the source of her unease, he apologized. "I just want to make sure you get on your way alright," the detective explained. She had already opened her mouth to politely assuage his concern when he continued. "There are some things that go bump in the night."
Her words stuck in her throat as her anxiety returned. "What...what things?" she managed, suddenly very glad that she wasn't alone on the platform after all.
OOC: needs moar people!11! nao plz1!!
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Post by Kuroboom on Jan 7, 2009 7:30:16 GMT -5
Rain stood in the subway waiting for the next train. His espionage and intelligence gathering for Karcharos often led him to distant places, nearly all done by public transportation to avoid suspicion. He looked rather plain wearing blue jeans, a dark blue jacket zipped up to his neck, and a pair of battered looking brown work boots. The only exceptional thing about his appearance was his eye patch. Running his hand through his short, brown hair he cast a sideways glance at a rather creepy seeming dude and a nervous seeming woman. She didn't seem comfortable with him, though she had seemed to enter the station with him willingly. It didn't look quite right to him, but it really wasn't his concern.
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Post by hermes on Jan 17, 2009 16:39:41 GMT -5
The darkly dressed man shifted, the knives inside his coat faintly clinking together. He took a sharp breath, looking around. Something wasn't right about the current situation. But he couldn't put his finger on it. Suddenly, a man darted out of the staircase close by him. He was dressed in full while armor, all clean and smooth lines. He carried a long rifle, and had it aimed sharply at the other side of the track.
He followed the man's gaze, and set eye's upon a startling scene. Similarly dressed men were on the other side of the track, but there were few of them, all of them wearing a strange mask that looked like the front half of a skull.
"What the hell-" He started to ask the armored man, turning towards him. But with a flicker at the edge of his vision, he was suddenly surrounded by at least 30 men, all aiming their weapons at the other side of the track.
"Fire!" One of them cried.
Rapid fire energy bolts, coloured violet and small in magnitude, burst forth from every gun in the room, peppering the other side of the track and causing explosions. The skull faced men disappeared in a flicker of light and energy, not so much as scratched. Each of them held a sword, and seemed openly mocking of the soldiers.
Half the force followed them, suddenly flashing forwards at speeds that the eye couldn't follow.
"What the hell is going on?!" He yelled, an explosion went off in the distance. A low rumbling followed it, building to a constant low thrum that shook the floors.
One of the soldiers cursed, "They opened the tear! Watch for dimensional fallout!" The men suddenly had their weapons trained on the sky, and odd parasitic creatures started to rain down.
The men opened fire, picking most of them off before they hit the ground, but Stylus still had to use two of his silver knives to cut down the creatures before they hit him, and the young lady beside him.
"Get down!" He yelled, moving in front of her, and searching for more of the odd, etherial parasites. Dead on the ground, they didn't appear as solid as they should be...
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Post by Kuroboom on Jan 18, 2009 15:10:27 GMT -5
Rain heard the man start to say something and then he could have sworn he heard a shout, but he didn't see anyone... Suddenly, the other side of the tracks exploded for, as far as Rain could tell, no reason. Again he heard shouting, but this time it was the older man asking the obvious. Rain struggled to stay standing as the floor shook like an earthquake. He was beginning to panic because he couldn't see anything, though he swore he saw ripples in the air like heat waves. His inability to grasp the situation was infuriating, he kept hearing shouting but not hearing anything.
He squinted looking around, focusing on the heat waves he saw... They seemed to be roughly human shaped but he couldn't really tell. With an audible slap, something invisible hit him square in the face. It was scratching and clawing at him cutting his face in a few places before he wrenched it off of his face, invisible claw taking his eyepatch with it. His instinct kicked in and he slammed his eye shut, but not before getting a glimpse at a horrid little creature squirming and writhing in his hands, desperately trying to attack him. Shooting a glance at the other two, he knew he'd have to risk their safety to stay alive. He opened his left eye and the scene unfurled before him: He was caught in some sort of fight between a group of soldiers and weirdos in masks. Rain was still unsure of how the hideous creature in his hands fit in, but he didn't care. He threw it on the ground and stomped with his sturdy boot but oddly, his foot went through it as it seemed to flicker in and out of reality. The creature still flailing, Rain lifted his boot and stomped downward when it looked solid. He cracked it like a peanut, splattering guts everywhere. He picked up his eyepatch off the ground and put it in his pocket and looked for a way out. He had business to take care of elsewhere and had no time for shit like this.
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Post by SV on Jan 27, 2009 23:21:09 GMT -5
The woman shrieked and dropped to her knees behind the detective. Covering her head and face with her arms, she tried to make sense of the situation. As far as she could tell, at least two dozen peculiarly dressed men had just stormed the subway station and opened fire on -- well, she wasn't quite sure, but she definitely felt as though some powerful, malevolent something was now in the station along with them. What's more, she thought she could hear other somethings falling to the ground all around them, all smaller in comparison but very large to be as insectoid as she felt they might be. (She actually had no reason to believe these somethings were anything at all, let alone insectoid -- it was just, she could swear she was hearing something that appeared in her mind all carapaces and skittering legs hitting the floor.)
She could also almost swear she felt those skittering legs trying to crawl their way up her arm. She pulled her arm down, aghast to see the indentions of arthropod footprints in the sleeve of her coat. As the invisible monster crept further up her arm, the woman paled, a look of panic stretching across her face. Then, on her shoulder, the thing stopped. For half a moment, she allowed herself to draw a few breaths, ragged through her fear-clenched throat.
And the thing bit her.
She screamed, reaching up and grabbing onto the thing, and screamed again when she saw her hands wrapped around a very solid but very invisible figure. The back of her hand where it had brushed her neck had come away bloodied. She threw the thing on the ground as hard as she could and, still kneeling behind the detective, proceeded to club it with her umbrella. It seemed to crunch under her blows, but she hoped to god it was just her imagination.
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Post by hermes on Feb 3, 2009 21:27:21 GMT -5
Stylus slammed his silver shortsword into the ground before the young woman, "Grab that, and try to see with your heart, otherwise you may not make it through the night." He said roughly, the sword had impaled the insect that had been assailing her.
Stylus waved at the man across the platform, who seemed to be able to see the spiritual creatures, both demon and dead man. "May I suggest that there is strength in numbers?" Stylus called, "Silver seems to remain effective. If its blessed anyways!" He yelled, whipping two more knives through the demonic creatures.
The men around him spared him a glance, when they realized he was aware of what went on around him, but were otherwise to busy maintaining their barrage to pay him any heed.
"Do your best to stay behind me," Stylus added belatedly, as an afterthought to the young lady who still seemed undecided about whether or not to grab the sword.
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Post by Kuroboom on Mar 4, 2009 4:19:29 GMT -5
"Much as I'd love to help you, I have to be somewhere," Rain called back to Stylus. Plus, it isn't really safe for me to use my eye around them... he thought.
Rain began to head for the exit, but his all too human heart began filling with guilt at the thought of abandoning the two others. "FUCK!" Rain turned around and ran to the older man. With his one eye closed, he said to the two of them "I'll stay until this is over, but DO NOT look me in the eye!" gesturing at his closed one. He turned his back on them and opened his eye again. As it were, he was unarmed, but he could still kick and stomp at the things with his sturdy footwear.
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Post by SV on Mar 19, 2009 22:58:01 GMT -5
The woman reached for the hilt of the blade, her hand trembling. She couldn't rightfully think of anything she wanted more than to not be in this subway station any longer. The weird feeling she had about tonight, she thought it meant heavy rains, traffic jams. She thought it meant realizing she left her checkbook at home when it came time to pay at the register. She thought maybe, maybe she'd leave her purse on the subway. She had not thought it would mean strange men at the station and fighting against invisible bugs. If she had known that anything like this would have happened, she would have just stayed home.
And yet, as she stared at the weapon in the ground in front of her, she realized that the only way she could hope to get back home was to help fight her way out of this nightmare. Still shaking, she took hold of the sword in front of her and scrambled to her feet, her back against the detective and her hand still pressed against the wound on her neck.
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Post by hermes on Apr 9, 2009 1:04:03 GMT -5
Stylus reached under his coat, as the young woman pressed her back against his. He pulled out a shining silver longsword, vaguely surrounded by a white aura. With a daft flourish, he cut down one of the more persistent parasites. He lifted the blade before his face, and kissed it. "Guidance Althea..." He whispered.
The ground broke below his feet, and more, larger, parasites burst forth from the ground. The were shaped oddly, many blades connected by a cage of flesh resembling muscles and ribs, as though designed to fit over a human form. When the blades condensed, that formed a large sword, pulsating with strange life.
Glowing violet crystals marked their intelligence, and awareness. Stylus cut on down, though its flesh and bladed bone resisted his blade. He got the impression he only cut it down because his blade was magical, created to slay demons, at great cost to himself.
"Hey!" Stylus cried at Rain, "So long as I hold this sword, your eye will not effect me! Just be careful of the girl!" He cut down two more of the new parasites, flourishing his sword professionally. As they fell, he noticed the crystals they held were a bit like puzzles pieces, as though they could become something greater if they were collected.
The thought made Stylus cringe, and he pointed his sword towards the floor. "Oh silver flame, harbringer of light, taker of life, the guidance of the hallowed spirit. Cross over into the darkness, step into the dark soul, lift the lost to higher places." Stylus drove his sword into the ground, and one of the not alive/not dead soldiers around him looked at him sharply. "Heaven Pillar Touches Earth!" Stylus yelled, and the silver glow from his sword was quickly transferred to the floor, and the walls, until it filled the whole station.
The lesser parasites retreated, though the stronger ones howled and bared it, their anger only increasing at the pain caused by the hallowed light. Stylus cut down another parasite as it reached for his young charge. "I don't think so." He growled.
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Post by Kuroboom on Apr 9, 2009 19:05:49 GMT -5
Rain was left kicking at the creatures until Stylus banished them with the light. He doubted the durability of his boots against the larger creatures though. He backed up against Stylus and the woman, a trace of panic in his voice as he asked, "I don't suppose you have any more weapons do you?" OOC: Short, but what can I do?
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Post by hermes on Jan 5, 2010 22:41:01 GMT -5
Stylus pulled a long boot knife out of his knee high boots. It was made out of gold, with a white ash handle, red gold inlays, and two large rubies in the blood groove on either side of the blade. It shimmered slightly, as he tossed it to Rain.
"Do not lose that!" Stylus said sharply, "The damn thing was designed to penetrate dragonskin, and I really cannot afford to lose it. I might need it." Stylus said grimly, pulling a cigarette from his inside coat pocket, and quickly lighting up.
He took a long drag, then looked around at the remain parasitic demons.
"Alright, which one of you bastards is next?" The old man growled, flourishing his white blade. The soldiers around him were rallying and starting to push the demon's back, now that their troublesome numbers had been thinned somewhat.
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Post by SV on Jan 5, 2010 23:07:16 GMT -5
The young woman watched as Detective Bradford (whose detective title was becoming more and more debatable, in her mind) pulled an ornate knife from his boot and tossed it to the stranger across the terminal, shouting something about dragons. Her face was contorted in a look of both horror and utter confusion.
"Dragons...?" she mouthed to herself, shifting her weight to her other foot. As she did, one of the most-transparent carapaces of their first assailants brushed against her ankle. She shrieked a muffled shriek and cowered back against the detective.
OOC: Short post is short, but is also a post.
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