Downtown - Rolled a Natural 1

Jack reacted inhumanly fast, throwing himself at the human... only for the sign to basically slam into him, knocking his clothing off of him, passing through him, and continuing on towards Patrick.

He spiraled off to the side, before "standing" up again. Entirely covered in a tattered black robe, his red eyes shown from beneath his hood, his hands and fingers curled into claws. He looked... like a monster.

Oh, and he was in direct sunlight, in front of a crowd of monster haters.

Being incorporeal was a bitch.

Downtown San Lorenzo

Patrick barely had any time to react before the sign collided with his head. He gasped as it was sent flying away, the spine whip coming loose. His arm shot out instantly, the rest of his headless body following after it as it dove after Patrick's head. He grunted as it grabbed him by his hair. On instinct, his other hand took out the whip, and he swung it at the man, aiming to wrap it around the man's neck.

The horse was.....doing nothing. Patrick could sense how smug he was feeling. You son of a bitch, you knew this would happen!

Downtown

Roisin leaned towards Patrick. "Get Jack out of here. I'll distract them."

She stepped back, closer her eyes, and let out a scream that could only be described as bloodcurdling. It was the kind of scream that echoed through your body and left you unable to think clearly, or feel anything beyond a numb sense of terror.

edited 19th Nov '16 1:56:25 PM by emilyorthoclase

Downtown

Patrick's whip smacked the idiot in the neck and he was knocked down before it could wrap fully around. Then Roisin screamed. The idiot on the ground was now writhing in pain from his suddenly burst eardrums. And the entire crowd of protesters were paralyzed with fear.

Jack was also possibly affected in his weakened state.

edited 19th Nov '16 1:44:26 PM by PossiblyQuiteInsane

Downtown, Fleeing

Interestingly enough, Jack wasn't outwardly effected by her scream.

Oh, of course it affected him somewhat; it injected some fear into his non-veins. But he was already terrified, and as a Wraith, magical fear was kind of his thing.So it didn't do much besides hurt his not-ears. Wait a second, how the hell did his ears hurt? He didn't have any!

Deciding not to ponder the weird things that happen to the good, Jack fled, hovering above the ground as he rushed around the protestors, grabbing his clothes as he went.

He was aiming for City Hall, of course. A building would mean he wasn't nearly as weakened as he was now. He probably couldn't lift anything that a wimpy teenager could lift. Besides that, of course, he felt cold.

And that was horrifying for him; normally, he was warm, if you could call it that; he was a Wraith. He didn't feel cold. But the sunlight was like ice, and it was so, so cold.

Downtown San Lorenzo

Patrick wanted to get away. He honestly did. But something was keeping him from doing anything except stare down at the man. He got off the horse, and dropped next to the guy, writhing in pain. He held his head out towards him, sneering in angry. Roisin's scream hurt, but he ignored it. Or rather, the pain felt dulled. The horse's nostrils were shooting sparks.

Make him face you.... The horse stared at Patrick. It was watching expectantly.

Patrick kicked the man, to force to look up at him. "Look at me, you sake of shite!" he snarled. He cracked his whip dangerously close to the man's back. "Get off your arse!"

edited 19th Nov '16 2:04:21 PM by Vampireandthen

Downtown

Roisin stopped her scream and surveyed her surroundings. Jack was getting to safety, Patrick was about to kill someone, and the mob was mostly incapacitated - for now.

"Hey!" she yelled at Patrick. "Are you gonna beat some sucker up or are you gonna help Jack?"

She didn't stick around to get an answer, instead running into city hall after the wraith and calling his name.

Downtown

The idiot couldn't hear a word Patrick was saying. Because his eardrums exploded. But he certainly got the message when Patrick kicked him. And he doubly got the message when he cracked his whip at him.

Still struggling with the pain and sudden deafness, the asshole sat up and looked Patrick in the eye.

Downtown San Lorenzo

As it dawned on Patrick that the man was death, he realised he really couldn't tell the man anything. That just made him even more mad. Was it his fault he was a freak? A murderer? And now this ass had been attacking him. He snarled, and drew back his whip. Then he hesitated.

The horse was watching him the whole time. The sparks were still lighting up with each breath as it snorted. Blind him! Mark for your next target! Show him what you are capable of!

Patrick lowered the whip, and instead kicked at the man's face. He would help out Jack for now instead. The horse grunted in contempt as he mounted it, and urged him to get going. He had to help Jack and Roisin.

Inside City Hall

Jack had fled into the City Hall by now, and was in the front lobby-ish area, shivering and trying desperately to refit himself with his clothing... which didn't seem to be working very well, since they kept falling off of him. Apparently he needed to concentrate to wear things.

As he spotted Roisin, he waved. "H... hey. I feel like we might have caused an incident..." He stuttered, his red eyes somewhat dim from the sunlight. "Did Patrick do what I think I saw him do on my way in here?"

City Hall

"He attacked the guy who attacked you," Roisin said. "He won't kill him. I'd know if he was going to do that. Nobody is going to die today."

She stepped towards Jack. "We have to get you somewhere safe."

Downtown San Lorenzo

Patrick sped through the crowd towards Jack and Roisin. The horse kicked and bit at anyone who came or ended up too close. Patrick didn't return his head and spine whip to their hiding places. He was still feelings pissed off as all hell. He raised his head up, making sure he could get a better view of everything. The horse was disappointed in him, he could tell that much. But he didn't care.

As he came closer, he called out to them. "Laddie and lass! Need a ride?"

City Hall

Jack snorted. "He didn't attack me, he attacked Patrick, and I tried to stop him... and failed. Miserably. I'm the worst Wraith ever." He laughed, and finally managed to pull on his trench-coat, wrapping it around himself.

"And you're right. If we're really unlucky, the Van Helsings are going to show up. My kind aren't nearly as common as vampires or werewolves, but silver is kind of a catch-all thing with monsters."

As Patrick rode over, the Wraith stared at him for a moment, before laughing. "Well, at least someone looks as outlandish as I do. And yes... please. I think we both do... if your horse will have us."

edited 19th Nov '16 3:48:25 PM by Cwest5538

Downtown San Lorenzo

The beast stared at Jack. Hard. He snorted, and trotted closer, slowly, watching him. Patrick kicked it's side. The beast grunted, and turned to him. Patrick's look said everything. He wasn't in the mood for this.

The horse reluctantly bent down, offering them a ride. While it glared at Jack, it seemed almost respectful of Roisin. Patrick gestured with his head. "Hop on!"

City Hall

Roisin jumped onto the horse's back, gripping Patrick's shoulder to avoid falling off.

"Where are we supposed to go?"

City Hall, On a Horse

Jack glared right back at the horse, before clambering onto it's back after floating a few feet in the air. He held into Roisin's shoulders a bit awkwardly, trying to grip her shirt instead of touching her skin.

Besides trying to make the situation less awkward, he was trying to minimize her contact with his smoky form- after all, he was icy cold.

Downtown San Lorenzo

The horse stood up, and immediately started to race off. Patrick tried to think. "Well....where could we go? Any ideas?" He turned his head to gaze at his companions.

The mass of people were a hazard to getting out. Patrick began cracking his whip, trying to drive them back. The horse bit and kicked.

edited 19th Nov '16 5:26:56 PM by Vampireandthen

Cornelia's shop

Seawell walked close enough to City Hall to see the mob go wild about something. How predictable, he thought. He gave it a wide berth.

Time to buy some custom Jeans, he next thought. He eventually reached Cornelia's shop.

"Hello, Cornelia-" he began to say as he entered, before noticing several monsters present. "Oh, you have customers already. Business going well? Its OK, I'll wait. The usual for me, when you have time."

edited 19th Nov '16 8:57:30 PM by Sijo

On a Horse

"We could head over to my apartment- I don't have much in the way of furniture... or you know, actual food, but I don't think anyone would look for us there. I could rest, and you guys could lay low for a bit until you can actually go outside without people screaming," Jack suggested, after he got somewhat comfortable with the crazy horse he was riding.

He really didn't like this horse, frankly.

Shop

Well everything seems to be resolved, I guess I can leave now... Marcus thought as the newly introduced Sammy and Cornelia began chatting. He turned to leave, only to almost bump into another customer.

"Um, I'm not a patron. Don't let me hold you up." He hastily stammered, caught off guard by the new appearance. "I...uh, I'll be going now."

Real smooth, Marcus. Six months of isolation, and you can't even hold a conversation with another monster for longer than a minute.

edited 19th Nov '16 11:05:54 PM by svenorzokarkoff

Downtown

The police were quick to arrive on the scene. After all, three monsters had just attacked a peaceful protest before running into City Hall. Who knows what they were planning to do!

Moving quickly, the police surrounded City Hall. And then Captain Ironfoot and his anti-monster strike team were sent in to investigate.

Cornelia's Store

After Sammy regained her composure, another man walked into the store, seeming mildly disappointed that Cornelia had "other customers"

"Oh, no, I'm not a customer. I hope. I don't exactly carry any money..."

She also noticed Gloweyes starting to leave without even saying goodbye. Dick move. But she wasn't going to stop him.

San Lorenzo, Cornelia's Store

Cornelia needed a moment before she stopped giggling, she already had expected that the slime didn't have any money... where would it be after all (assumong she'd be translucent enough to see through her)? "Don't worry, I book this under 'borrowed' after you found a better and permanent solution I can still use it." Seeing the new customer she bowed her head "Welcome, don't worry, I'm currently free." She did not say that this still technically wasn't business hours... but seeing that she was in armor anyway she thought that she might as well work now.

Downtown San Lorenzo

The horse stopped, rising on his hind legs. Patrick held his head up to get a better view, and cursed. "Shite! The cops are here!" He narrowed his eyes upon seeing the anti-monster unit. "And they brought some big guns....damn you, you ass!" He kicked the horse's side. It's baying sounded like laughter.

He turned his head back to the others. "Any ideas?"

Shop

Seawell eyed the wrapped-up stranger as he left. He wondered what kind of monster it was? He didn't recognize it. Oh well none of his business.

Then he turned, and he noticed the suit of armor was spilling some kind of ooze. A slime? Now what use would a slime have for armor? Again, he had to remind himself: none of his business.

Speaking of business, since the others apparently weren't customers, he stepped forward. he greeted the Centauress. "Could you make me some corduroy jeans? Fit to wear of course" he added while lifting one of his pant's legs, showing his Faun hoof.

edited 20th Nov '16 9:43:05 AM by Sijo

San Lorenzo, Cornelia's Store

Cornelia eyed the leg... it would be cerainly do able, if a bit complicated, then again not as complicated as making her own "Err... I probably could... but I would like to say that I'm mostly specialized in medieval or fantasy styles and mostly use wool, I will say that I am probably not the right person to talk to for modern pieces. Now I can try, but I don't want to give you false expectations."