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Post by Luka on Jun 15, 2008 20:34:36 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]A small fishing village that seems to be seeped in evil energy. There are no people to be found anywhere, but trails and splatters of blood smear the ground. They all seem to lead to the water well in the center of the village. All that can be heard is the howling of the wind and the gulls at the bay. Fighting is Allowed.[/glow]
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Post by Luka on Jun 15, 2008 21:02:37 GMT -5
The cheerful sound of trinkets jangling together drifted lightly on the chill wind. The light notes quickly dwindled into nothing as they were consumed by the wind which seemed to change into a howl once he had crossed the village gates. Even though he was only a few steps in, the utter maliciousness of the atmosphere caused a shudder to creep up his spine.
"Brrr!" Abel coughed as he wrapped his thin arms around his body, patting his forearms. A brief spark of static crackled in his ear and he glanced upward as if in deep thought about something...but the expression quickly passed.
"Huh..." he wondered briefly. His soft gaze returned to the task set ahead of him. Hopefully he would be able to complete his mission quickly and return to London briefly before finally heading back to Rome. Gingerly he pressed his new glasses up his nose before ducking his chin into his collar and moving onward.
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Post by Luka on Jun 20, 2008 23:37:44 GMT -5
The cold carried by the wind seemed to dig into his very bones. The chill sensation from both the creepy feeling and the low temperature climbing up his spine at once made him extremely uncomfortable.
Eyes the color of a winter lake scanned the grisly sight before him. The blood trails were turning into thick congealed streaks now. Lighter, rust-colored stains decorated the dirt, hinting that perhaps these stains were not a new occurance in the village...
Abel let out a small sigh through his relaxed mouth, pursing it slightly as he worried at his bottom lip.
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Post by Luka on Jun 21, 2008 0:06:12 GMT -5
What exactly was he supposed to do, he wondered. He knew he was supposed to...'suppress' what had lain waste to the village...but it looked to him like what had done it was already gone. The initial crime scene lead AX to believe that it may have been a vampire of some sort...but once Abel saw the carnage up close it didn't seem very vampire-like.
But he had no other choice but to investigate the situation thoroughly.
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Post by Luka on Jun 21, 2008 0:36:41 GMT -5
The first few houses were as he expected. Empty. But when the next few and the next few until he had searched over a dozen houses and shacks turned up empty...it was obvious that this wasn't a vampire. If that had been the case then where was the flesh of their prey?
His thin body twisted at the waist, his pale eyes coming to rest on the old stone well located in the village center.
". . ." *gulp*
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Post by Adrian on Jun 27, 2008 22:57:21 GMT -5
The priest might sense a new life form in the supposedly deserted village. A strange village to someone who thought about the circumstances too much. Old blood that had dried mixed with new freshly split blood, odd? For there to be fresh blood meant either one who had survived the longest was finally dead or else Abel had predeccessors which had come to investigate. Perhaps that was the new life form. . .another investigator of this 'deserted village'. Or was this person something evil?
. . .If it was a person.
Needless to say someone had begun to cause footsteps when there had been none before. A whim of the persona which had been stealthy until now. Unless it had just arrived? Either way it was growing closer to the priest, along with the sound of something dripping. Always a good sign in a creepy village. Something made a light snarl. . . then a scuffle ensued between to different beings. One of which had evaded detection until the moment of attack, a rather malevolent trait if one might say so themself.
"No! You're supposed to be confined, sealed away! Theatrics at most!"
The speaking voice sounded rather concerned, and like David Bowie. Apparently someone had broken the rules of an arrangement or some such nonesense. Perhaps it had been a forced one that was beneficial only to the beholder of that concerned voice. Dark shadows within the general area began to writhe slowly with an unsettling life. More sounds of a struggle ensued as one of the contenders remained without any known voice.
Would the Priest investigate? And what might he find?
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Post by Luka on Jun 27, 2008 23:17:23 GMT -5
Abel's soul nearly left his body when the sound of footsteps reached his ears. The poor priest had been concentrating with everything he was worth on the muffled sounds when someone screamed. His own scream was caught in his throat. It seemed like he thought for a moment about turning tail but instead forced himself toward fear itself.
"H-hey!" he called out, his heavy soles kicking up grimy dust as he whipped around the corner of a building.
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Post by Adrian on Jun 27, 2008 23:33:13 GMT -5
The same voice called out again.
"Oh please help! It's trying to steal my SOUL!"
"Creature with a forked ton-"
"Hyah!"
Something, perhaps the origin of the second voice made a crashing sound into a nearby hovel of a home. A strong enough crash to have created enshrouding dust. Immediately someone in old-fashioned looking clothes came running out from the dust sporting long black tresses of perfect hair along with a pair of slightly yellow eyes & paled skin.
"Oh you couldn't have come at a better time! Whatever killed the people in the village is after me! It has to be what killed them all~!"
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Post by Luka on Jun 27, 2008 23:42:56 GMT -5
Even more dust was kicked up as Abel jammed his heels down into the dirt, sliding to a halt. "Wh-what?" he stammered out weakly, one thin arm raising and crossing his chest. He winced as the poor hovel of a home began to collapse, the weak walls folding in onto themselves.
"You should keep running then!" the priest shouted, thin brows furrowing slightly as his eyes quickly scanned his surroundings. He jogged forward, his right hand moving to his holster.
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Post by Adrian on Jun 27, 2008 23:53:36 GMT -5
A bit of dark laughter came from the man with long black tresses before he began to move on. Yet it sounded like an entirely different voice's laugh. One that had a distinguished evil to it as if to hint that he should be attacked. Quite strange. His air moved in the non-existant breeze as though in one, perhaps generated by the running he did. It seemed someone could follow this man's orders after all.
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Post by Luka on Jun 28, 2008 0:09:12 GMT -5
"But first--" came the oddly calm voice of the priest from behind the black-haired man.
"....what does it look like?" nervous laughter quickly followed as he scratched the back of his head. "I-if you don't mind...before you go...can you give me a description of the perpetrator?" His eyes widened, "I would be really grateful!"
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Post by Adrian on Jun 28, 2008 0:23:06 GMT -5
Suddenly the man stopped dead in his tracks, when the words reached his ears almost like a heart attack. A chance had occured where the man caught sight of his own long black hair flowing in the 'wind' at just the right moment. Not a second passed before letting out a frustrated yell and pulling at his own hair while rolling on the ground for some reason.
"Get OFF!"
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Post by Luka on Jun 28, 2008 0:30:57 GMT -5
To say the least the man's actions nearly caused the priest himself to have a heart attack. Was he going mad? Luel couldn't see anything obvious that would cause his distress. Perhaps whatever it was that attacked the village had some sort of mind-altering power?
Luel moved to the man's side, trying to get a grip on one of his shoulders to keep him still. If he was a witness, then his life had to be preserved!
"Hey! Hey!" the thin man called out. "Hey! Can you hear me? There's no one here but us!"
For some odd reason, the priest's words faltered at his last statement, an odd look passing over his features for a brief moment before it was reclaimed by a look of concern.
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Post by Adrian on Jun 28, 2008 0:48:07 GMT -5
Suddenly, what could bluntly in one statement be called a 'possessed wig of Satan' came off of the man's head to reveal his ACTUAL hair. A rather blood red color with a much shorter length than the previous hair-style. What came off of his head went along the ground before trans mogrifying into one black void of a humanoid shape. The figure could basically be placed in the category of being a sentient black abyss.
"That man is the one you want, the serp-"
"You terrible liar. It's pretty obvious here who is the greater threat to this priest. No doubt a renowned monster hunter here to send you back into hereafter for all eternity!"
An angered, almost frustrated growl came from the mass of darkness at those words. It grew a pair of glowing yellow eyes exactly where a human being's eyes would be located. Next what looked to be vicious claws formed on one hand. Meanwhile on the opposite arm it began mutating into a form of gauntlet with two wicked blades extended backward toward the elbow joint of that arm. Slowly it began to take the shape of something even closer to human as a muscular structure came into being along with a long midnight black mane of flowing hair.
"If he is, he'll help me slay you and your lying tongue."
"You're the one who massacred the village!"
Could the red-head be lying?
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Post by Luka on Jun 28, 2008 0:58:33 GMT -5
The priest observed the sight before him in utter confusion, the nervousness in his posture and face quickly becoming apparent. The hand over his revolver hesitated. "What...happened here..." he spoke quietly as much to himself as to whatever might have been playing out in front of him.
Seeing the shifting, writhing mass of darkness caused more than a few feelings of repressed hatred well up in his chest that he fought to force back down. The priest's pale eyes blinked rapidly as his vision flicked between the two figures.
His revolver was out and pointed in the air the next instant. "I need you both to stop!" he stated forcefully, all the lightness leaving his voice. "Neither of you move or I'll be forced to take action against each of you equally!"
Luel silently lamented, wishing that his usual partner was with him. But then again, his usual partner would shoot first and ask questions later...
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