Surrounded by weirdoes
"A dead body...?"
"Shot in the chest?"
"How can something like this happen without someone knowing?"
Within the Hotel, the news of a murder spread like wildfire, many patrons panicking and running around, terrified. In this condition, no one took notice of one kid. Even if due to his hair and his scar he is hard to miss in a crowd.
With that, Manuel de Homem started making his move.
'Soundgarden'' A simple word formed out of two, maybe not meaning much to most, but they unleash an unbelievable power.
A figure of what could only be vaguely described as a man suddenly occupied the space. It was green and thin, but its face had a brown, wood-like bottom half like several patches of "skin", with mismatched yellow eyes, one droopy and the other round, and the mouth looks drawn on it. It had several branch-like protrusions along its body and its arms were outright tree branches with surprisingly articulated hands. No one but him seemed to realize it was there, it was a ghost, an illusion...
It was his Stand, Soundgarden.
"I wanna see some "Flowers"" With those inane words, the ghost started to shoot something, a seed, the size of a ping-pong ball hit a corner, and planted itself, and a plant started to grow, but instead of a blooming flower, it had a microphone on it.
Just gotta do this a few more times, if I do this in all the floors, I am bound to find something out
While, unless you had a Stand you can't see the plants, he took some care and hid some of them in other places, now he had a killer to catch.
The hunt is on.
Wake me up at your own risk.
Hotel Temps Libre - Street
Near the hotel, A young man riding a motorbike stared at the large crowd gathered outside the building. At first, he was curious why the road was closed off, but curiosity grew into concern as he listened to the chatter. Apparently someone was killed in the hotel.
Beneath the helmet, Jack Osborne frowned. While unfortunate, there wasn't much he could do right now. As much as he wanted to examine at the body himself, he doubted the police would let student medic- a volunteer at that- into a crime scene...even if he could probably bypass the building's locks thanks to Motorhead.
Just as Jack was about to turn his bike around and leave, a strange figure caught his eye. It was humanoid in shape, but was green, and had several plant-like features. It was also shooting something small at the hotel window, but Jack was too far away to see what.
That looks like...is there another ability user in the crowd? Jack thought to himself as he moved his bike at a nearby parking spot. Over the months Jack had spent living in Paris, Jack had come to realize that there were others like him who could summon strange figures with bizarre abilities, although he kept quiet about it to avoid sounding like a loon.
Quickly locking his vehicle and slipping some cash into the meter, Jack removed his helmet and entered the crowd to see just what this mysterious ability user was doing.
2 Spooky 4 U
Of this current generation of honorable and justice seeking individuals was Joel and Jodie Joestar!.......who were both sleeping well past waking time. A all night plane trip tends to do that. But the female individual of the two is awaken by what sound like the whole police department coming down onto the hotel and the following onlooker crowd that comes from that. She rose from her bed and shook the male twin, telling him, "Hey, it's time to get up." and Joel with a tired tone replied back, "Do I really have to get up?"
Jodie rolled her eyes and told the sleepy boy, "Good grief. Yes, you do have to get up. We should check to see what all the noise is about." and Joel groaned out, "Fineeeeeeeeeeeeee."
Both of them went on to get dressed, clean themselves up, and walk out of their room to both see what the hell was going on and also to experience what Paris has to offer, just like how their father told them to do.
edited 3rd Apr '17 6:28:56 AM by LightToAll
Bugbear
On the roof stands a man, covered by the dark of the shadows of the door, holding a notebook.
Talking to himself "Now how am I suppose to make a performance out of these people? I can tell they're all so inexperienced. Maybe if I get them at the right time, and the right angle I can make them beautiful... Speaking of which this hote-" He walks over to the side of the building looking over the miniature wall spotting a person in which has value. "Now here's where his Curtain Call shall come into play." As he said it a Sniper Rifle forms in his hands. "I guess I should give a warning up in the sky. Make this a place of beauty." He holds it up to the sky and pulls trigger immediately dropping it from his hand as the sound of thunder shoots out, rose petals falling down onto the roof and street. "Give it some time, you can have until next spring to get this job done."
edited 3rd Apr '17 1:53:18 PM by Spentcer
Until they stop me, I will keep going.
Blitzy....
Another day in Paris, Blake thought. Ever since he had been shot by that arrow, he had wondered about his new abilities. Going across the street, he noticed that there were cops everywhere, and the road was blocked.
"What the fuck...." He checked the news on his phone. "Oliver De La Fierra has been murdered at the 23 floor . Story developing....".
Well, life got interesting. But why was he murdered?'
Just in case the murderer was still around, Blake summoned Midnight in a Perfect world. The stand was ready, with its large hands and hairy body, to deal out any justice.
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meow
"The elevator's off-limits again. Of course i's bloody off-limits again, when izzit ever working right?"
Laslo let out an aggravated sigh as he stared at the sheet of paper hastily taped onto the elevator doors which read "the elevator is currently unavailable, we are thankful for your patience" in multiple languages. Some sort of ruckus must've happened while he was gone, because the whole place seemed to be buzzing with activity. Police sirens blaring outside, officers on standby, people gathered outside speculating on what happened... All interesting stuff, certainly, but Laslo doubted that whatever was happening would really amount to much more than just a strange happening to him. His most immediate concern was getting back to his room on the 23rd floor, as he had forgotten his sketchbook and had planned on spending his afternoon looking at some of the city's more underrated vistas to draw inspiration from. Of course, the one day he forgot his sketchbook also had to be the one day something actually happens that makes getting it back a problem. Oh well, Laslo was in no hurry. And besides, the stairs would make for some decent exercise.
edited 7th Apr '17 11:48:55 AM by CaliburnAbsoluteEX
Are you ready? Go live!
Knight of Time and Rage
.:Hotel Temps Libre; Saturday, 16:32:.
Jessica looked around at the mess in front of her. As per usual, the criminals of France seem to have little to no common decency of being tidy, as opposed to the general air of the country.
"Judging by the amount of bullet casings in the room, our perp is a terrible shot." She stated, almost in an annoyed type of voice. "He wasted an entire mag at most before he managed to swiss-cheese Oliver in the bathroom. His next mistake was using a common type of pistol." She leaned down, picking up a casing from the floor. "9mm cartridge rounds. Possibly used a MAC 50 or a PAMAS G1. I'm leaning towards the former." She tossed the casing to the Major, whom deftly caught it, following as Jess walked out of the hotel room. She asked him, "Has any of the of the hotel occupants noted any sort of noise coming from here?"
"We're still questioning individuals, but the one we have spoken with have all said that they haven't heard anything." Finn replied, almost immediately.
"Silencer is my guess." Jess responded. "Although, thinking it now, this guy seems too slow to figure out that using a silencer would help him out." She lowered her voice a bit. "Any leads on the Neck Breaker?"
Neck Breaker was the name of probably one of the most uncatchable killers in France to date, already at a bodycount of 50 people. The kills are randomized, and meet no sort of pattern whatsoever. The only tell-tale sign of the killer is on the victim's necks; a marking of how the killer kills, markings of the the victim's neck breaking at precisely the base. No matching fingerprints, no footprints of any kind, literal or otherwise.
"No, unfortunately. You think those two situation are related?" Finn inquires.
"Mm-mmmm." Jess grunts in reply. "But I doubt it was directly. I may be grasping at straws here, but either someone sent a lackey to do something they can't, or this is a new streak of killings, either from our target, or an entirely new individual." Jess looks toward Finn directly. "Either way, our guy is a complete amateur. I'll ask around, and see what I can find out."
Finn suddenly put a hand on Jessica's shoulder, breaking her from her focused stupor.
"Hey." Finn stated, "No need for a rush. You'll figure it out. You're our best detective since...." His voice trailed off. Jess can only nod, sighing.
"Go get what you need to do done." Finn continued. "Report back to me if you get anything." He then turned and headed back into the already crowded hotel room.
Jess sighed again, looking out the hotel room window in the hall. Nearby was a small half-wall filled with dirt and plants. Decoration, mostly, to keep the guests at ease. She suddenly started. Looking down at the miniature garden, she thought what she saw were....tiny microphones? She bent down and got a closer look. Yep. They may have a plant-like appearance, but those are definitely microphones. She tried to grab one, but her hand passed through it easily, like air.
She stood up, looking at her hand. She saw something like this before. In fact, it felt a lot like the creature that seemed to constantly float beside her on rare occasions...
edited 26th Apr '17 7:40:53 PM by Ze_Operator
"I do not cling to life sufficiently to fear death."
Surrounded by weirdoes
Manuel has done it. He bugged a crime scene and now he could hear the staff and clients and see if they know something. Now, he just needs a quiet place to listen in.
Easier said than done.
"Excuse me, sorry, coming through" He seemed to be bumping on more people than should logically be in the stairs. Too bad the elevators are off. He could use Soundgarden to jump through a window. but that'd be too dangerous and attention grabbing,
A few minutes ago, he felt like someone was watching him, but decided to ignore it for the moment. He had a killer to catch. Nothing too serious, but if it comes down to it, he could use his Stand, he's done that before, after all. All his musing was interrupted by a loud "BANG!".
Manuel stumbled, but he pulled Soundgarden out, and it started going up. Him following.
It's on.
Wake me up at your own risk.
Paris, France... What a beautiful city! But, don't you know that every city has a seedy underbelly? France is no exception. Human trafficking, drug trafficking... Any crime you can think of, France likely has a few incidents related to it. However, it seems Paris has gotten more dangerous, as people with what seem to be bizarre spirits begin terrorizing the city. The police force are powerless to stop them. These spirits are powerful... Stands is what they're called. You have one too, it seems. Or maybe you don't, maybe you're a brave fighter who doesn't let their lack of power get in the way of their determination. Either way, you have one hell of a bizarre adventure ahead of you...
Welcome to this RP, based on the popular manga/video game/anime/CD drama/toothpaste Jo Jo's Bizarre Adventure! If you know anything about JoJo, you probably know that alternate universes are very much a thing. Because of this, this story will take place in a universe separate from that of Phantom Blood's universe and Steel Ball Run's universe. However, you may see some familiar faces along the way regardless.
.:Hotel Temps Libre; Saturday, 16:30:.
Hotel Temps Libre. It is considered by many that this five star luxury hotel, with nearly 30 floors of hotel rooms, and access to all-you-can-eat restaurant of exquisitely fine french breakfast and dining, is probably the pinnacle of it's generation in the main city of Paris, France, not just for many of the native residents, but to many who come to the country of those who speak the language of love. many a tourist would come to Temps Libre for either a business trip, vacation, or to find adventure through one of many of the sprawling streets and sights.
However, this hour isn't one of excitement, but of intrigue, as there is currently an ongoing situation on the 23rd floor.
Oliver De La Fierra was on a business trip that particular day. He himself was a bit wealthy; owning shares from American companies before returning here to France to make business with his superiors. He arrived at the hotel not more than 2 hours ago, spending a majority of the time in his room. A maid for housekeeping knocked on his door for service. When there was no answer, she found that the door was slightly ajar, and upon looking in, found that he was murdered in the bathroom, and his valuables stolen. The maid's scream could be heard from both one floor above and below.
Now, nearly 30 minutes later, cars from the Paris Police department surround Temps Libre, inspectors surrounding the crime scene, trying to figure out the problem as to who would kill an innocent and well-off man. This is what Jessica Harbinger thought to herself in the elevator, getting off at the 23rd floor and rounding the corner. She stopped at room 2342, where Oliver, greeted by one of the officers remaining guard.
"Madam." The guard greeted.
"Bonjour." Jess replied, green eyes hidden behind black sunglasses. "Is Major Finn in there?"
The guard nodded, and allowed her through. The place was a mess. Jess could tell straight off the bat that Oliver was trying to defend themselves from their attacker. A television was holed with bullets, and a bit of the furniture was swiss-cheesed. Jess bypassed most of the personnel and entered the bathroom, smelling immediately iron and death. There, accompanied only by a forensic assistant, was Major Finn, current and temporary head of the Paris Police Department. He glanced to see her enter and nodded. "Jess," He replied.
"Tell me of the situation." Jess immediately inquired.
Finn, knowing the routine, went off. "Victim is about 32 years, wealthy. Came to talk business. Didn't check into the hotel no more than 2 hours and 30 minutes ago. Shot 3 times in the chest. Died of blood loss.
Jess only sighed deeply, leaning on the sink. "And the perp?"
"Nobody was really out in the halls for the 2 hour span in between except for a few passerby. And nobody even heard sounds of a largely major struggle. Our guy just literally came in quietly just as he left. He left a horrible mess though. So, who do you think we're looking for?"
edited 31st Mar '17 5:35:04 PM by Ze_Operator
"I do not cling to life sufficiently to fear death."