Oh, okay. Sorry you have to go. We'll see you later, KC.
Cyrus gazed around at the herd from the shadows of a booth's overhang.
There was that guy he met in the house from earlier, a soldier-guy in a blue helmet, a guy wrapped in a black cloak, those two chicks he saw earlier who were having a catfight, some other blonde-haired chick, yet another chick he didn't recognize, and some other guy who was scrawnier than Matt.
Well, not quite a dozen, but... who cares.
He could've sworn he felt somebody else, though, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was.
Somewhere behind him, he felt that piggy bank's presence again, then it vanished just as quickly as it appeared.
Shit.
edited 23rd Apr '11 6:17:20 PM by CrystalGlacia
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
Runs on Awesomeness
Kiora groaned as she stirred. She still felt drained, but the quick nap had recharged her enough that she wasn't gonna collapse again.
Where the hell am I? she asked, observing her surroundings. She recognized the inside of the house, just inside the front door. "Holy shit," she muttered, glancing at the gathered crowd. "What's going on?"
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.
Forever livid
Valentine opened her eyes and visibly whinced.
Oh, wonderful, the angelic carny and the ninja, my two favorite people are together in the same room. Joy
Deciding that she might as well give up on trying to pretend to sleep, she struck up a conversation with one of them.
"My My," she said with a yawn, "I had the most unsual dream."
Runs on Awesomeness
Kiora spotted Valentine and instinctively shoved her hand into her supply pouch. She hadn't intended on keeping the pistol, just studying it for a while. Well, she hadn't intended on fighting anything, and here she was already suffering from chakra depletion.
She pulled the weapon and presented it to her, handle first. "Here," she said. "You dropped it when you fainted."
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.
Forever livid
Valentine smirked. "Well now, aren't we quick to backpedal, hmm?" She stood up and patted Kiora the head. "However, if you want to get back into my good graces, I suggest you keep your parlor tricks to yourself next time, okay?"
Otherwise you'll find out just how many bullets that pretty little face can hold before falling apart.
edited 23rd Apr '11 6:37:14 PM by GIG
Cyrus' halo looks like this guy's
◊ halo. Oh, GIG, you do know what Cyrus' costume looks like, correct? 'Cause he looks nothing like a carny.
Cyrus stared at the two with his one good eye.
He sighed, then crossed his arms, still leaning against a beam of the stall whose overhang he was lurking under.
Did that chick have a weapon?
Yeah, finding out exactly why was probably Matt's job, but since it was paranormal in nature, the task fell to Cyrus by default.
edited 23rd Apr '11 6:38:29 PM by CrystalGlacia
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
While she was waiting for everyone to arrive, Mary was going around the house, tidying it up. She put things away, she straighten appliances up, she plug a leak in the ceiling, she locked one of the bathroom doors.
While she was in the study, she spotted the box with her gun on the bookshelf.
"Hmm..." she approached the shelf and lifted the box off. She laid it on the desk and placed the lid to the side. She carefully loaded the gun and put on a holster. She hid it around her lower leg, since she took off her hoodie awhile ago. She was wearing a plain blue shirt underneath.
"I'll need it," she thought.
Runs on Awesomeness
So now ninjutsu is a parlor trick, huh? Kiora thought. She grinned. "If I didn't want to be in your good graces, I'd have killed you by now. But, since I know I have to help someone to get out of here, you seem like as good a place to start as any."
Internally, she was surprised at her bravado. Usually she didn't partake in this sort of posturing, but something about this Valentine woman was drawing out the rebel inside her.
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.
Rainer was shaking again. This was either the drugs or lack of food, he couldn't tell which, but this meant he was feeling better. And he still had the stupid kunai in his leg. A phone in his neck and a kunai in his leg... eventually he'd just be a living piece of scrap metal...
"Are you two going to kill each other?" he asked to Valentine and Kiora. He had no love for either of them. Whichever one lost might make a good meal.
Ooh, another catfight. This would be fun to watch.
Maybe after the catfight, the chick who let him into her house would come out and say whatever she wanted to say. He had demons to slay and ghosts to exorcise.
Cyrus smirked to himself as he watched the girls bicker.
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
Forever livid
Valentine quirked an eyebrow at the shaking man. "I don't know," Valentine said, jerking a thumb at Kiora, "ask the little madwoman over there."
Somethings wrong with that man Valentine thought to herself, best keep an eye on that one too
edited 23rd Apr '11 7:15:06 PM by GIG
Runs on Awesomeness
Sorry guys, RL started to catch up to me, had to please the powers that be.
"I already said that I wasn't gonna kill anyone," Kiora said. Without reason, anyways.
"Anyways, I'm done stealing the spotlight for a while. Somebody else be the main character for a change." Maybe now she'd get some hints as to the "lesson" Kohana wanted her to learn.
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.
He almost didn't want to ask, but this was too much.
"Do any of you have any batteries?" He meant to say food, but sometimes strange things came out of his mouth.
The fuck?
"No," Cyrus replied.
Must be crazy or something. He had one of those ninja knives sticking out of his thigh, maybe his brain wasn't working properly due to blood loss. Not like it was his problem.
He examined the caped guy. Eh, rather plain, nothing special. Except he held his hand awkwardly over an area of his neck.
Was he hiding something? Who the fuck knows.
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
Apparition in the Woods
OOC: I'd love to continue, but no-one's here... Or, rather, the person I need to continue this isn't. Alas.
edited 23rd Apr '11 8:57:16 PM by JHM
I'll hide your name inside a word and paint your eyes with false perception.
Laugh and grow dank!
Grimm stared at Kiora with a look in his eyes. He hadn't said anything for quite a while, only sat there with the rest of them, continually feeding himself more of his pills. The bottle was just about empty now.
After a while, Grimm said in Kiora's direction, "It isn't the drugs..."
yey
Runs on Awesomeness
Kiora blinked. She had completely forgotten about the blue-helmeted soldier.
"What isn't the drugs?" she asked. If this guy had deeper issues... Of course he had deeper issues, didn't he. You don't start abusing painkillers unless you've got some issues. Or you're Ino.
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.
Rainer looked over to Grimm, still gulping down his pills. Wouldn't he overdose soon? Was it possible to overdose? Maybe he wasn't real...
"Batteries?" Rainer asked. He figured he got lucky with the painkillers, he might get lucky again. "Any batteries? I'm hungry..."
edited 23rd Apr '11 10:14:36 PM by OhSoIntoCats
Laugh and grow dank!
"Back there. What I did. It's not the drugs. These painkillers- they're pretty weak. Downers, not uppers. Back on civilian duty for a while, I've been off the sauce prettymuch the entire time..."
He tossed the pill bottle at Rainer. "Knock yourself out, kid."
Grimm's head then dropped in to his arms.
Yes that's right, if you didn't guess by now the problem wasn't the pills. Grimm has a severe case of intermittent PTSD.
edited 23rd Apr '11 10:15:56 PM by Gault
yey
He took the pill bottle, gnawed on it a bit, and then pocketed it, because it was obviously not batteries. And the man who gave it to him obviously looked in a bad way.
"You need to throw up?"
Forever livid
Great, I'm the only normal one here aren't I? Valentine thought. Still...
She looked over at the soldier. Poor guy looks horrible. Someone should help him out. Talk to him or something...
After a few seconds, she made up her mind. Might as well have at least one non-hostile conversation. She walked over to the man and sat down next to him.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Cyrus glared down at Rainer.
A druggie. How pathetic.
And could this chick be any slower? What was her name, Mary? What was she doing, anyways?
He looked around quickly to see if anybody was looking at him as he removed his gloves and tucked them into his belt. Good; everybody forgot he was there. He turned his back to everyone, his gray cloak helping him disappear into the shadows, and slid out his cellphone's keyboard.
He checked for new messages from Marla- only one; it was timestamped to about half an hour after he left. She knew he was on an assignment.
The message read:
Well, yes, he was, but he may be doing more than standard exorcist fare today. He replied back to her:
Marla was always on her phone; he should be getting a reply from her shortly...
There.
Cyrus closed his phone for the time being; it was already set to silent. Nobody would notice.
Heading to bed soon.
edited 23rd Apr '11 10:47:30 PM by CrystalGlacia
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
Laugh and grow dank!
Done with this post!
Grimm looked over to Valentine. His eyes seemed to soften. He pulled himself upright in his seat, and spoke.
"I was with UNAMIL. United Nations Aid Mission in Libya, or some shit. Worst part of this job is having to remember all those goddamn acronyms..." he looked away. "Well- second worst. There's the genocide, of course."
He drew back, sucked in a breath, and continued.
"Ooohh. Laffy Ghaddafi. Ugliest man in the world second only to Tommy Wiseau. Come to think of it, getting shot in the face seemed like a marked improvement. And to think it started out so optimistic. After what had happened to the dictatorships in Egypt, Tunisia, all them, we thought we could just come in, help rebuild and it'd be easy. Things would just roll right along in to a bright new democracy. You have to understand, these weren't exactly third-world African countries and while they did have their problems none of them were nearly as bad as say Rwanda, DRC. And we made do with those before. But apparently Monster Mash had other plans. First there were those foreign mercenaries- you could imagine what kind of shit that stirred up- or maybe you can't. Let me ask you something. You ever seen rape used as a weapon of war? Me neither, but I did see it’s aftermath. Yeah- Ghaddafi was an absolute goatfucker. He even looked the part of the ludicrously evil dictator, like fucking Emperor Palpatine, with his squinty little fuckin’ evil eyes and his jowls hanging down like bags from his fuckin' half-melted looking face. Shit, you remember how Saddam looked when the Yanks pulled him out of that hole way back in 2003? Yeah-imagine that- but, like, a thousand times fucking worse. Like, Nightmare on Elm Street fucking horrifying. Thought he was all of a sudden gonna sprout claws and shit and tear your face off. Fuck, I can remember now. Jesus Christ, there wasn’t a thing about that mission that didn’t suck the root. And filling out the reports was an absolute bitch too- you know there are like a thousand fucking ways you can spell that guy’s name in English? Some with a K, some with a G, some with an H, motherfuck! It's like Middle-Eastern dictator mad libs!"
edited 23rd Apr '11 11:03:48 PM by Gault
yey
Laffy Ghadaffi... Laffy taffy... duracell, kirklands, energizer... oh, Rainer was salivating. He needed something. This was a house, there had to be a kitchen. There had to be a — oh look, there was a clock. He immediately began jumping for it, trying to knock it off the wall, because he knew in the back there had to be batteries. Tasty, tasty acids, like lemons, you just needed to crack them open. Lemon laffy batteries, mmmm...
Far from the foggy carnival, a twin-bladed helicopter waited. Its pilot nodded at Alice, and said, "you don't spook easy. What's got you out wanting out so fast?"
Alice sighed and replied, "too much heat here. Ghosts, demons, all sorts of fiends... I'm an assassin, not a fucking Damur."
The pilot nodded, and said, "gotcha, ma'am. Alright, we'll pester the next anomaly, unless the Brighter Future Party or that poor Hosseini girl gets involved first. Sigmund ain't gonna be happy..."
"Sigmund knows that if I say it's too hot, it's too hot. Ah, for fuck's sake, just get this bird in the air." The pilot said, "affirmative," and the helicopter disappeared into the darkness.
Yeah, Alice is making an early exit. I don't have time in my schedule to keep up with this, so I figured I'd at least remove my character from the thread... might re-join much later, but don't count on it.
edited 23rd Apr '11 6:31:28 PM by KillerClowns