Laugh and grow dank!
"Forget the war aspect of it, just how can you be expected to deal with this shit? Just the knowledge that people did this- would do these things?" He looked up at Valentine, as if he were asking her the question.
"How are you supposed to deal with this shit?" He looked down again. "I don't care what any of you think. I'm not sick, this is not an anomaly. This is the proper Human reaction to what I've seen. It's why I fight, and it's why I joined the UN."
After a few seconds of silence, he got up out of his chair. "Because people should never have to go through that. It shouldn't happen."
He looked over at Rainer, distracted. "What the fuck is he doing?"
edited 23rd Apr '11 11:19:07 PM by Gault
yey
Rainer finally knocked the clock off of the wall, and started prying out the batteries. The first one, he licked to make sure it wasn't bad — it wasn't stale or anything. So he put it on his tongue and gulped it down whole. So good.
Runs on Awesomeness
"Hell of a lot better reason to fight than a lot of people," Kiora chimed in. "I've seen people fight for lots of stupid things: Money, power, reputation, but you actually give a damn about people. I don't get the places or people, but I can sympathize, at least."
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.
Laugh and grow dank!
He looked at Koira. Perhaps he had misjudged her. "Thanks. Sometimes it seems so few people really do. And there I was thinking you were about to torture Rainer here." He cocked a thumb to the side in Rainer's direction.
yey
Rainer stared back at the both of them once he had heard his name, clinging to the clock and second battery possessively. No! They would not get it! He found them, they were his! Let him eat in peace! He needed them, he hadn't eaten in days...
FYI: Cyrus never actually went inside. It was even mentioned that Mary was still busy cleaning up for everyone else.
Cyrus wasn't paying attention.
A translucent werewolf-like demon that looked very much like the first one he saw much earlier pounced on Cyrus, pinning the exorcist's thin body beneath a set of claws.
Glowing yellow eyes burned into his own. Its gaping hole of a mouth opened wider, as though it was threatening to drain his tasty soul out.
There were people around, but that honestly didn't matter to him.
Since the demon could pin him on the ground, that meant he could kick it off of him.
So that's what he did.
Cyrus leapt to his feet, grabbing his knife out from where it hung on his belt, and aimed for its neck, but only hit its arm.
Oh, sharper than it looked. It still hissed and cried in pain at the feel of silver ripping through it, but had the sense to try and incapacitate its attacker first before tending to its wounds.
Key word: try.
He quickly dodged the attack, making sure to get to its side rather than its front. People would come running any minute now; god forbid if they try to shoot it or something stupid like that.
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
Runs on Awesomeness
"In my defense, he tried to stab me," she said. She leaned into his ear. "I don't wanna freak you out, but there's something inside him that's freaking me the hell out," she whispered. "I wasn't sure if he was a threat or not. Still not sure, actually."
And he's eating batteries, she mused.
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.
Forever livid
Tuning out everybody for the moment, she took in what Grimm had said.
Christ, this man isn't broken, he's fucking shattered! This man has every reason to mad at the world, and here I am just being a bitch because I can. What the fuck do I have to be angry at?
"Damn..." she muttered to herself after a while. ''I need to reevaluate my shit."
Trying to keep the clock and batteries to himself, he quickly gulped down the second double-A, not even stopping to taste it, to savor it, as he would have, but he needed the sustenance... and then he got to work on the rest of the electronic parts of the clock. Maybe not energy, but there might be something else in there edible. It might just be too stringy though. It was a clock after all.
The demon smelled Cyrus moving to its side, his horrid, silver-wrought stench. How it hated that stench. Silver. Ugh, silver... Silver...
It whirred around, using its own body to knock Cyrus into that booth.
He tried to dodge the attack, and was narrowly struck enough to fall.
It knew what it was doing.
When it came back down for another swipe, he sliced its hand off. It let out the loudest screech he heard yet on this mission. If the first time didn't bring people out, this one would.
It made its first mistake so far.
While it was screeching, he jammed his knife into the demon's throat, pulling through the neck to the left, effectively half-decapitating it.
It fell to the ground, expectedly.
Cyrus quickly regained his composure and cocked his pistol, then let the crack of his gunshot tear through the air as he shot it in its skull.
He was losing. That was getting too tough to be fun.
Good night.
edited 23rd Apr '11 11:45:32 PM by CrystalGlacia
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
Forever livid
OOC: Yeah, I'm turning it in too. G'Night!
OOC: I'm turning in too. Night!
Runs on Awesomeness
Seems like as good a time as any. And I really appreciate all the lampshading on Kiora's backstory, guys. Really.
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.
Laugh and grow dank!
That was actually unintentional. I didn't know that she was an Naruto OC at all. Grimm is just a geek who knows about anime so yeah.
edited 24th Apr '11 12:03:43 AM by Gault
yey
Mary finished polishing a cheap blue vase and placed it on the coffee table.
The living room was to the left of the stairs. Compared with the kitchen, it was maintained better. There were several couches and chairs surrounding a round wooden coffee table and a fireplace full of silt and charred wood. Two lamps to the side lightened the room. She received everything through eBay, friends who wanted stuff out of their hands, and other cheap means. It was just in case.
She then took out a spoon and hit the vase gentally, using it as a bell, "Come over here!" she said.
I draw stuff.
The magician observed Mary in the kitchen, while the odd group was fascinating, he couldn't help but find her antics a little suspicious. He followed her and saw her gun, she didn't seem to be experienced in handling it, maybe he was wrong though. Still, he thought it was a good idea to watch her back, the others would be able to hold by themselves in case something the amusement park decides to send more reinforcements and tries to kill them, he presumed.
"Come over here!" she said after polishing a vase.
After becoming fully visible, he pulled a chair and sat, waiting for the other visitors to come. He had a calm expression on his face, as if he was waiting for something to happen.
Cyrus completed the exorcism and sent the demon away to the afterlife for some of that New Age cleansing stuff.
When he heard Mary calling for everyone, he quietly waited for everyone else to enter before he did.
"About time," he muttered to himself. Let's see what this chick has to say so he can get back to doing his Job.
Once everyone else was inside, Cyrus entered as well, and took to leaning on the wall behind everyone, his cloak's hood still covering his hair.
He glanced around at everyone again, and noticed a new guy in a top hat, dressed like magicians from comic books. Who was this guy supposed to be?
The guy felt familiar, too.
edited 24th Apr '11 8:32:57 AM by CrystalGlacia
"Jack, you have debauched my sloth."
Polly tore her eyes away from Evan when she heard Mary's announcement. She glanced at him one more time before turning her back and running into the house.
She was surprised that he let her go.
Apparition in the Woods
Without a sound, he slid out of her view, dissolving into the shadows behind the house. He came to rest by a back window, which he gradually shifted open, crawling inside.
He was almost content.
Almost.
I'll hide your name inside a word and paint your eyes with false perception.
Rainer looked up and wondered about what that ringing noise was, but didn't think much of it — it couldn't have to d with him, if they were doing some kind of evil summoning ritual, he didn't want any part of it. Despite everything, he liked keeping all of his limbs, thank you very much.
He began taking off the electrical device on the back of the clock, smashing it apart, looking for something else that would be good to eat.
OOC: I don't know, the fact that Kiora is a Naruto OC seemed kind of obvious when she compared Rainer's cthulhu-phone to Naruto's Kyuubi. Though I might have been the only one who read that because it was directed at me :x
edited 24th Apr '11 10:15:25 AM by OhSoIntoCats
Apparition in the Woods
OOC: I caught on, though I wasn't involved in the action...
I'll hide your name inside a word and paint your eyes with false perception.
Runs on Awesomeness
It's okay, I just wasn't sure what the general opinion of OC's was around here. Sometimes it's hard to tell if it's playful lampshading or more of a "Oh god, look at this guy, has to use a ninja but won't use a canon character." I'm just trying to tone down her Mary Sue tendencies and keep her abilities from being a total game-breaker. 
Finally, Kiora thought, as she heard the spoon against the vase. Maybe now I can get some answers. She straightened, shifting her weight off the wall. She definitely needed to get some food after this.
Not trusting herself to stay awake on one of the couches, she settled back to leaning against the wall once she had walked into the living room.
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.
Forever livid
The ringing sound brought Valentine out of her thoughts.
"Hmm? I wonder whats up next on this day of oh so pleasant surprises," she muttered to herself as she walked to the living room.
edited 24th Apr '11 11:28:46 AM by GIG
Apparition in the Woods
A bathroom on the first floor, sparely finished with items of an eclectic taste, lights off. Easing shut the window, he slinks to the door, and falls shadow-like across it, ear just grazing the surface. Listening.
I'll hide your name inside a word and paint your eyes with false perception.
Kiora stared, torn between Grimm's story and Rainer's... antics. Whatever the man kept in his head, it was clearly driving him insane. Maybe she could get out of here if she drove the demons from his mind...
She shook her head and returned her attention to Grimm, trying to follow his story.
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns.