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Post by Exuro on Jan 16, 2017 8:15:14 GMT -6
Ah, the industrial district-- if there was ever anything in Meridian you could refer to as a seedy underbelly, this was it. You know, even if the blocks of warehouses and assorted manufacturing plants didn't stretch on endlessly in clear and blatant defiance of the laws of physics. It's here that one would find convenient waste-laden rivers for disposal of corpses, dark alleys to mug and/or devour unsuspecting saps, or free space to start up your fledgling criminal empire. Or, it could be a nice place for a walk, if you're the current client of Doc Crank and company. Said client, a rather impatient-looking man dressed in a crisp white suit with a pink undershirt and aviator sunglasses, was already waiting beneath a corner streetlight by the time that the crew stepped out of an adjacent shady alley.
"Well, what's the holdup? Time is money, baby, and I don't have either to waste just standing around here!"
What a ray of sunshine, eh? Good thing the pay is apparently decent. The client exchanged a few words - and a bulging manila envelope - with Crank before, apparently satisfied with the appearance and quantity of his hired escort, encircling himself with the good tennis doctor and his new associates and attempting to set a brisk pace for the others to follow.
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Post by Tayl on Jan 16, 2017 8:37:36 GMT -6
Halyn's Alliance (minus Tintra) followed Crank along, only looking a little concerned with the surroundings. They were no strangers to murder and being murdered, so being in an ominous place only helped to keep their senses of uncertainty and anxiety low. After all, the more confident you are that you're going to die, the more prepared you can be! Hooray! "Hey! What's your name, shades guy? I'm Fray! I like your shades!" Fray abruptly introduced, not allowing any sort of awkward silence to settle in. Such is the life of a cheerful teen! Plus, she felt an obligation to get a feel for what dudes with shades were like right off the bat, considering her previous experience with dudes in shades... "And this is Dicro, and that's Soleil, and that's Lun! And I dunno who the other guy is," she shrugged, referring to Yval. meanwhile muri was probably in a dark alley devouring an unsuspecting sap
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Post by papes on Jan 16, 2017 9:01:02 GMT -6
Yeah, so he followed along with the rest of the group, listening to Fray try not to let things get awkward, and then she didn't know how to introduce him.
"Yvalhaell." Compared to earlier, he seemed disinterested. It was mostly because of the client's attitude. While some aspects of the district's layout were new to him, he was definitely familiar with dark alleys and shady areas and whatnot. How he's not at least a little unsettled by this would be anyone's guess.
While he was keeping some level of alertness...
"So...Dicro, huh? That's a nice name," Are we really starting with this already,
well to be fair if something happens his reflexes let him switch to battle mode quickly enough for it not to be a problem.
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Post by Exuro on Jan 16, 2017 10:13:46 GMT -6
"Markis Delgato, the guy who is signing your paycheck for the night."
A real friendly sort too, looks like. Speaking of, Crank remained as quiet and business-like as humanly imaginable throughout all of the introductions, keeping the same stance as when he walked out of the apartment building. The next few minutes would pass rather uneventfully, though before long Crank held up a hand and halted in his tracks, a rather displeased expression frozen on his face. As a matter of fact, it almost appeared as if he were in some sort of trance... for the next few moments, at least.
"Massive destruction and multiple extremely potent entities? And a running firefight involving no fewer than four parties? Well, get back out there and give me the standard full report and return when you are finished. Stay out of sight; who knows if anything here has extraplanar vision."
And just like that, the good doctor snapped back into consciousness, the concerned look changing to one of mild inconvenience.
"Looks like there's fun on the horizon, but nothing major that we should run across. Either way, keep sharp."
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Post by Tayl on Jan 16, 2017 10:34:15 GMT -6
Fray puffed out her cheeks and just made a quiet "hmmm" noise. At least Ignis would, like, sorta humor her. Maybe Umbra was the only cool shades person in Entirety? Dicro would've given her a reassuring pat on the head, but Soleil and Lun had to take up that sacred duty as Yval once again drew his attention. "Oh, um... thanks," he said quietly, glancing away as his cheeks started turning red again. "Yours is nice, too," he responded sheepishly, twiddling his thumbs. "It just... flows nicely. I bet it looks nice on paper, too."Before Dicro could be more of a dork, Crank spoke up. The alliance didn't think much of his trance, seeing that they were pretty used to Dicro and Fray doing similar things. "Aye-aye, cap'n!" Fray exclaimed with a salute, the spring in her step returning as she excitedly scanned the horizon.
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Post by papes on Jan 16, 2017 23:32:27 GMT -6
"Thank you," Yval couldn't help but giggle a bit over how much of a dork Dicro was being. It was pretty cute to watch, actually. He'd also thought of the perfect response to that, but there was one problem; Fray. I mean the rest of the group would've been able to potentially hear what he was about to say next, but. Listen, Fray just really shouldn't be hearing this stuff okay,
Of course, he remembered there was a spell he could use. With just a little modification, he will have cast it in such a way that when he spoke in a low tone to Dicro, it would have come off as a whisper to everyone else. Like they would have been able to hear the sounds of whispering, but they wouldn't have been able to tell what was said.
"I wonder how it would sound coming from you..♥" OKAY WOW HE WASN'T EVEN BEING SUBTLE THERE. It was even said in a way that Dicro would've immediately known what he meant by that............................ Yval, please chill............
Naturally, Yval silently dispelled the magic right after his little, uh, comment., was done. Huh, just in time. Crank spoke up.
"Hmm. And I was already having some fun of my own." He quietly sighed. Well, he can't get himself too distracted now. Yval quietly placed a hand over the area where his own concealed weapon was, just in case.
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Post by Tayl on Feb 14, 2017 18:54:12 GMT -6
"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,"Dicro tugged at his collar, cheeks turning red faster than should be scientifically possible. The rest of the alliance looked at him confusedly, prompting Dicro to bring a hand to his face and look off to the side, trying to focus on the mission instead. There would be plenty of time to blush at his hot new neighbor later. Like, he hoped. Not too hard because he didn't want to come off as desperate but like............
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Post by Exuro on Feb 15, 2017 0:29:01 GMT -6
"Yo, giggle machines. Eyes on the prize."
Their employer, apparently being of the no-fun-allowed variety, gestured towards Crank, who was in turn concentrating on a flickering streetlight some distance away down an adjacent alley. At first, it wouldn't seem like there was anything there to stare at, but with a few moments of observation a shuffling figure would come into view during the intervals where the streetlight was illuminating the street. Whatever it was, it looked vaguely humanoid, though anyone with the capability to pick up on vibes would find it very much unsettling.
"Look sharp, we've got a contact. Not getting any magical readings, but it creeps me right the fuck out nonetheless."
Crank gingerly reached for his coat where his hand had been resting earlier, producing a sizable revolver that wouldn't look out-of-place in the hands of Exuro. Speaking of shades guys, though, how did their employer know Yval was sending magical messages to Dicro? Maybe time will tell.
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Post by papes on Feb 15, 2017 18:55:08 GMT -6
.........Giggle Machines, huh.
"Oh? What a shame, I already have my eyes on something else... ♥" His voice still carried that flirty tone, though he appeared to be using it in a slightly taunt-y way towards the no-fun-allowed guy... especially given how he glanced over at Dicro as he said it, firing a quick wink at him.
Don't be fooled, he's actually taking the job seriously; he just hates no-fun-allowed types.
The moment he was done with that, however, he flipped over his partial skirt to unsheathe a hidden dagger before moving the skirt back into place......... this was all done with a deftness that could be considered slightly alarming coming from someone like him. Either way, he was now reverse-gripping said dagger with his left hand, as he needed his right hand to be able to fire spells accurately. He has cases where he'd been forced to cast spells left-handed, but... he had a higher chance of missing that way.
....What the hell even was that thing??? He'd just barely been able to see it, and that alone was enough to unsettle him a bit.
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Post by Tayl on Mar 1, 2017 19:14:19 GMT -6
Being called out as a giggle machine made Dicro jump far more than the ephemeral mass of unease down the alley. He righted himself with shame, trying to look even more focused than he was already trying to and hoping he had hit his "get embarrassed in front of strangers" quota for the day. The rest of the alliance members, free from the burden of being hit on by their hot neighbor, continued ignoring Dicro's plight - though whether it was out of focus, amused malice, respect, or awkwardness was an eternal mystery. Soleil seemed the most focused out of the three of them, or at least the calmest and most serious about it. Fray looked kind of excited, while Lun's intent focus was clearly out of terror. "Y'know what these murderhobos are givin' me the spooks already and I bet our carpeting is getting lonely maybe you guys just handle this and I don't???" he whispered, cowering behind Soleil. "Don't worry, Lun! We can bring the murderhobos back to hang out with the carpeting!""Nooooooooooooo"
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Post by Exuro on Mar 7, 2017 0:38:18 GMT -6
As the various members of the group continued their occasionally spaghetti-inducing conversations, the ominous shape continued its slow, shuffling pace down the alleyway, coming to abrupt halt once it reached the edge of the street the party currently occupied. Now occupying a steady source of light, it would be fairly plain to tell that their looming threat was indeed a person-- some sort of businessman, if the suit was any indication; a fairly common sight when dealing with the faceless masses who occupied Meridian City. The more troubling part of the man's appearance would be the jagged shard of glass clutched in his bleeding hand, as well as the spatters of blood all over his face. After a few awkward moments of silence, the mystery bleeding man's gaunt, lifeless-looking eyes focused upon the group, and with a bloodcurdling screech, the man broke into an unsettlingly-primal dash towards them.
"Quit jabbering and ice that thing before it decides to eat me!"
Before their employer even had an opportunity to finish his sentence, Crank opened fire on the hissing, rapidly-advancing figure. Three thunderous gunshots echoed through the empty streets, and the man spun and fell where the gunfire halted his advance.
...Well, for a moment, at least. In a matter of moments, he was back on his feet, a sizable hole through his lower torso where the shots had connected, and advancing on the party once more. Well, isn't that something?
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Post by papes on Apr 17, 2017 23:14:51 GMT -6
Well that was definitely a disturbing sight. Unsure of what to do at first, he admittedly didn't put much thought into the first spell. A wave of thunder-like sound emitted from snapping his fingers, positioning their direction in a way that wouldn't hurt nearby allies. He appeared to be doing better than usual today; a lot of the time, this spell was either weaker or didn't work as intended.
At least the thing's far enough away so it won't swipe at him. Uh....right?
Because Yval really needed to put some distance in there. Close combat's not exactly a good thing for squishy sorcerers.
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Post by Tayl on May 11, 2017 15:47:13 GMT -6
"AHISDFJKASHGSJLFKHASSGH OH GOD WHAT IS THAT," Lun shouted, squeezing Soleil so hard that he lifted her into the air. "LUN I CAN'T KILL THINGS IF YOU BREAK MY SPINE"Dicro and Fray, meanwhile, were much more focused, because apparently a horrible abomination racing toward you is less disorienting than getting hit on by your hot neighbor. While Yval unleashed his first spell and pushed the monstrosity back, the two unclipped their spade pins and transformed them into a literal spade and a sword, respectively. "No murderhobo's gonna murder my friends or some other random people I don't really know that well!" Fray declared, pointing at the, uh, murderhobo in question. With a coordinated wave of their hands, a flurry of chains materialized out of each side of the alley, a few attempting to block movement and a few aiming to skewer. The two waited to see the results of their and Yval's attacks before making another move, though both appeared poised to lunge.
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Post by Exuro on May 11, 2017 22:00:34 GMT -6
Yval's thunderclap seemed to do the trick in stopping the abomination's advance, causing it to stumble backwards once more, where Fray and Dicro's chain barrage finished halting it entirely. Despite the multitude of chains impaled through the being's limbs and torso, it was still making a considerable effort to free itself, however fruitless it was.
"What in god's name are you, then? Reminds me of... no, but it couldn't be..." Crank trailed off as he muttered to himself, lowering his weapon and taking a step closer towards the wriggling, hissing monstrosity before looking back towards Fray and Dicro.
"Think you could hold this fella tight for a moment? I have a hunch as to what's going on here, but I need to concentrate in order to be certain."
Their employer, on the other hand, looked to be very much impatient with the current turn of events, and was eyeing the direction from which the shambling horror first emerged.
"Make it snappy, yeah? I don't wanna find out that there's more of these things down the road or something."
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Post by Tayl on May 11, 2017 23:21:57 GMT -6
"Sure thing. Let us know if you need it dead," Dicro responded. A few more chains wrapped around the creature to secure and steady it. Dicro and Fray edged closer as well to keep Crank flanked, the former appearing fairly nonchalant about the whole thing and the latter clearly silently congratulating herself. "auuugh dude just kill it now that thing's nasty you guys"
"Lun the situation is handled please let go of me"
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