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Trouble at a Town Named Tranquility (please IM to join)
#517238 - Fri Oct 01 2004 12:41 AM
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Somewhere around the northern hemesphere of The Napping Cats Dream sits a small quaint town in a peaceful land. Just your average quiet and otherwise small suberb nessled comfortibly in a flat piece of land (with occational hills and bumps here and there). To the west of town was a local park and forest; the park holds a small playground while the forest is open with many trails to take and explore in. A quarter to the right of the suberb (in the south) is a decent sized revine. And then the rest of the unmentioned area is simple cornfields, farms, with a road heading north-east towards the city, which is an aweful distance away.
This town is named Tranquility. Where middleclass avatars come with their families and friends to take a break from the outside world. A calm, soothing place where the latest events are that of new arrivals.
Until now.
Two things happened, infact, that may have changed the town of Tranquilty into something far.. far worse.
The first of the two events is news of there being a treasure unfortold hidden somewhere in the revine to the south. This was brought up when one old groundhog anthro by name of Frank gave news of a treasure he had found. But was too big to carry home. Of how none of his friends had believed him that many years ago and refused to help (this not being because of jerkoff friends, but due to the fact that Frank led people on many wild stories in the past). And how this treasure was infact real. Before dying, the anthro pointed to a safe in the far corner of his room, telling the number. When opened, townspeople were amazed to find a large chunk of some unknown type of gem and, better yet, a purseful of gold coins (each with a small wyvern insignia). He died without another message of Where Exactly it was.
The second, more scary event is of a wanted poster for someone Unknown who has started a rash of brutally committed homocides throughout the area. At first, it is noted, the killer started with thugs and theives. But had gotten braver and is now killing man, woman, or child as well. Bodies are left out in the open with no attempts to hide. There is no immediate motive known. Anyone who is able to successfully identify the killer And bring their hide in dead or alive will be awarded a rather large sum of Dreamerians (mzdm currency, bronze-tinted coins with the NappingCat's face on them).
Both events has brought Tranquility a wagon-full of bountyhunters and adventurerers...
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Alright, before you consider IMing to join this thread, Ame's entrance will be posted in my next post for plot reasons. I have rules. 1. You need to know how to rp (no instahealing, instakilling, instasolving. No godmoding or powergaming.. If you don't follow this, you're better off bag with a shovel in the sandbox). 2. You need to be able to actively be on to post. The rate of posting is still undecided.
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Prelude
Just past sundown, in the woods on the edge of town, a young black-haired woman is trudging through the undergrowth. Her hair is somewhat unkempt and her clothing dirtied from her journey, which by the look of it was quite a long ways. "Just a little further," she says under her breath.
Two steps later, she stops dead in her tracks. Two men and one anthro are coming towards her, and they don't look friendly. "Well well, come a long way, haven't ya?" a tall, heavily muscled one says.
"A pretty one, at that," says the lighter-built of the two humans, and whistles. The woman gasps sharply, and tries to hide behind a convenient tree.
"Hel-lo!" the third, a scruffy-looking feline, says softly in a sing-song voice, stroking her across the shoulder. Eliza strikes him across the face in reflex, and his squinting eyes go wide with shock.
"'ere, what've you done to Bernie?" calls the tall man, suddenly at the felid's side. Bernie's starting to grow a good-sized welt on his cheek, and checks to see if his jaw is still in place.
"'at 'urt!" Bernie cries through a swollen mouth. "Oughta 'et you fer 'at 'un!" The other two seem to agree, and charge for her.
Eliza cries out and dives backwards, but the thin man grabs the straps on her satchel and skillet, and stops her in mid-leap. She shuffles the straps off, then runs in the opposite direction. The tall one she now calls "Muscles" steps into her path, and she responds with another cry -- this one of rage -- and kicks his legs out from under him.
Suddenly, she stops, surprised. She can feel things changing, inside and out, and she doesn't like it. Turning away from the downed Muscles, she turns to the thin one she'll name "Twigs" and calls with a hoarse voice: "Give that back. Now."
Twigs stares at her, wide-eyed. He could have sworn a moment ago the pretty little thing did not have glowing yellow eyes. He stands frozen in place. Eliza takes a step forward...
As she takes a second step, Muscles tackles her and throws her to the ground. The wind knocks out of her for a moment, and she can't hear what the brute says above her, but his hands start to move in the wrong places. Something... snaps.
As the light of the full moon breaks through the trees, all the frozen Twigs could see was a blur, and suddenly Muscles was on his back with a huge set of claw marks in his chest, and there was a Thing in place of the girl, with two huge claws in place of her hands, and a lengthening muzzle on her head. As he watches, wide-eyed, it charges at him and the feline, becoming larger and more canine with each step. The transformation is complete an instant before her teeth dive into his neck and snap the spine, killing his fear along with his body.
Bernie makes a run for it as the thing pounces on his comrade. As the body of "Twigs" falls to the ground, the beast turns its nose towards the felid, tracking his scent. Moments later, it drops on all fours, and breaks into a run. By the looks of things, it's only a matter of seconds before the chase will be over...
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Further into the forest, past a row of bushes, to the left of a rather sharp hill, was where another battle was being fought. However this story seemed to differ.
Sandle steps fell heavily into the dirt that was once an animal trail. It was dark, the moon shone brightly above. Brush tangled into hair. The trees whispered silently to one another as air picked up, giving this dreadfully frightening area a more lively feel. A wild dog howled in the distance.
Sound of a sword unsheathing and a gasping breath of air, which also permitted into a curse. Amethyst turned around finally and skidded to a stop upon this path she had no knowledge of ending. Coming to terms that she had to face the monstrocity dogging her sooner or later anyway.
The creature stepped upon all four paws lurkishly towards the samurai-depicted human. A lengthy mane rode up the back of it's bulky extended neck, waving sporatically against the wind as did Amethyst's robes and hair. Teeth that protruded in jagged edges from the monstrocities redilulously manacing jaws formed into a smile while a voice hissed out, "Your head will be mine, human. I Will KILL You for just ends"
Getting into a brave stance, the female glowered breifly towards the creature that she expected to simply be feral, not a hunter. "The bounty?" Her voice growled out lowely in an unseen mist upon the cooler air of night.
Towards this the monster snarled out a back-throated, gutteral laugh. "If only that." before it's eyes blared class demon red, "For massacreing my pride, I will get revenge! Loathsome revenge..." it hissed as a long tongue dribbled out the side of it's mouth, "You Will DIE!" It finally roared out. This bark of outrage echoed considerably, but by then one other avatar was already beyond help of controlling her own rage.
With a massive leap, the creature lunged towards Amethyst with death on mind. Gnashing teeth together for a bite, ripping out front claws for a slash. She, this being Ame, held her sword in a stance to try and counter what came her way. The blade caught into the beasts' jaws, but it's claws ripped down her front - through the three robes and bandaging that hid within. Towards which Ame screamed in pain, falling back a few feet at the massive weight behind both paws of this abomination. She fell heavily upon her back, grasping her breast in pain as the monster paced forewards, sword in mouth still. It stopped over Ame glaring down at her, while drool dripped from it's maw. What was it going to do now? Devour her? Torture her slowly. Yes, slowly. That would work.
However, before the beast could begin, Ame took a sudden drastic action, ripping up hand to grab the handle of her sword and literally unsheath it from the tight bite of the creature. This emitted a sound much like knife cutting meat. Blood spilled from the creatures mouth as it fell into a fury. It reared back upon it's legs in blind rage to strike. But at this moment, Amethyst got up to one knee and slashed the sword out again at it's open belly. It was a clean cut, though not enough to spill it's intestine. Blood pooled from under the enraged horror.
Now the only thing behind it was a feral urge to kill. Rearing back hand after the woman's sword swing and slamming it into her side - sending Amethyst launching a few more bloody feet.
Just out into the open of where a man of pure terror collides with her. They both fall and roll for a bit. Ame slowly coming to her senses to find her sword impaled in the poor guy's stomach. To which she simply growls out a pained, "Men, always getting in the way" getting up and pushing the guy off her sword with a foot. Breathing heavily. Blood from the monster, the man, and herself staining robes. Slowly, staggerishly, getting into stance as the brutal muscle bound, heavily bleeding, monster charges for her blaring out in a scream of blood-curtling rage.
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Eliza's rage still rides her as she, the beast, comes upon the scene by the hill. Her eyes and nose are only for the felid, however, and the rest go unnoticed. Just as the sword is pulled out of him, Eliza's right claw slices upwards through Bernie's stomach, finishing him off. Considering the mess that ensues, one would hope he died instantly.
That isn't where the claw stops, however. Through fate or simple bad luck, the unnoticed Amethyst is right in the path of the claw's strike. Unless she reacts quickly enough, the end of the strike will connect with her shoulder.
Now that she's in the light, the werebeast can finally be seen for what it is. The slender Eliza is gone now, replaced with a feral, muscular figure covered in jet black fur. She'd probably be over seven feet tall if she were standing, even on those lupine legs. Her underbelly is a little lighter than the rest, but still heavy enough to cover her. Her furred bustline almost seems out of place on the monstrous shape. However, the great, razor-sharp teeth in her muzzle, and her glowing yellow eyes framed with a long mane of dark fur, fit the bill nicely.
Eliza's approach brought her right in the path of the bounty-hunter's rush. Her ears turn toward the noise, and she spots the large, four-legged creature charging at her from the corner of her eye. It seems to be on its last legs by the scent, but nonetheless it's coming fast. Still on all fours herself, she sets against the charge, ready to defend herself if he should strike.
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If getting hit with the large sharp claw-induced paws of the hunter creature And getting slammed into by the body of a fleeing rapist wasn't enough, her short time to react from the lycanthropic attack was cut short when the woman's calisced, bloody hands were on Bernie, unsheathing him from the tachi that previously was used for unconscious anthropomorph gutting. His last gurgle of blood curtling words was sent into final silence by the strike ripping through the poor guy. While Ame was unable to fully unsheathed her sword from the dead anthro and protect herself, she was thereafter assisted as the claw ripped right up her shoulder. The baikokudo was sent flying back with sword in hand onto the ground once again. This time bleeding from an all new row of gashes on her shoulder (about two, since Eliza's paw is pretty damn big).
Once back on the ground, Ame just stared forewards with mild daze up at the sky of darkness. She honestly didn't know what hit her for a moment there and took a while to get her bearings.
All this time, blaring in a wild roar of berserk rage, the unique species of talking animal ripped with a trail of blood out of the bush towards the woman. However, with wide eyes, he threw himself to the side to just miss running into the large werewolf. He stops completely in a handful more blodgened paces, staring wildly towards Eliza. His voice now said through mind talk opposed to voice - since his tongue was bleeding and lips were lacking movement from pain of the previous cut that detestible killer gave to him. "Wolf-human. My name is Gait" this word 'wolf-human' was stated as another version of were, since Eliza looked more were than full wolf. "Hand me my human so I can crush her skull in my jaws." But it was clear all the same that he was loosing sanity and patience at a rapid rate, his blood flowing out of his gut and mouth at the same pace. "Or I will. No.. I cannot let Anything get in my way! GET OUT OF MY WAY!"
Perhaps Gait knew his time was short and he needed to kill Ame off quickly. Or maybe rage had far taken him over. But the massive bleeding beast suddenly made a howling lundge towards Eliza in no further audibility of thought, the only thing on his mind was kill and achieve revenge before dieing upon the one just behind the were.
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Fate smiles cruely on this vagabond baikokudo
Optimism within her chest beats pulsing forward
Thrown against sword upon sword facing demons
Blown like the wind, caught in a mighty updraft
Destiny unclear, purpose unknown, a long path
Purity lost amidst the fresh blood soaked past
Befriended by few who in turn also lose their lives
Strong, beautiful, relentless, skillfull, and tranquil
Pursued by many who are blinded by her false reputation
Striving to survive despite the onslaught of constant death
Without home, without sanctuary, without hope, without love
A brightness that outshines her dismal existance soothes her
Poem by Brian V. C.
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As the beast turns aside, Eliza watches it carefully, not sure what it's up to. When its voice speaks in her head, she looks startled, and shakes her head to clear it. Human or wolf-beast, she has never gotten used to people "talking" like that -- even if she could understand half of what he was saying. She caught "Gait" and "Crush skull" just from the feel of the words, and sniffed about to see this human he spoke of.
When she looks upon Ame, scenting her, she spies the claw marks on her shoulder, and her eyes go wide. She knows those aren't from the beast facing her, they're hers; and the part of her that's still human resents it. Almost instinctively, she turns and sets herself against the beast again. She has no words, spoken or thought, but her body speaks of one protecting her cub.
As irrational as the image might be, it nonetheless makes her ready when the beast charges again. Ducking under the worst of his teeth and claws, Eliza hits Gait with a backhand strike, letting her entire arm knock him aside. If he survives it, her claws won't have touched him, but it's a solid enough blow without them.
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Somewhere away from the carnage, back where the first two men were brutally murdered, a rat anthro whistled harmlessly as he trotted into the area. The guy was small, easily 4 feet tall, perhaps smaller. Dressed in simple trousers and buttonup white shirt under a grey and brown coat. Pockets decorated his clothes to a rediculous amount. Not too much later he came across the bodies of the two guys and a ragged pile of female clothes. Blood was everywhere. To this, the rat eeps, and runs back into the brush.
Gait's howl occures, which keeps the area around the two bodies silent for a while longer, nothing except a small nose and whiskers can be seen in the brush.
Meanwhile, the large monsterious creature known as Gait leaps to finish Eliza off with his massive set of teeth and sharp bloody claws. However he was sluggish from the blood and unable to think straight. Therefore, Gait completely missed the attack and is backhanded by the large wolven paw. This throws him to the left, the previous gash to his stomach that Ame made now fully opened in the hit. Sending his intenstine free from it's wall and all around him as he hits the ground hard. Moving, but only vaguely, as blood pools around the poor creature.
Ame finally comes to her senses by now. More or less from small spatters of blood that shot from the gut of Gait, past Eliza (feel free to have her getting a bit messy as well) and onto her face. She sat up, although a tad painfully. Cursing quietly to herself then going dead silent when the image of a large werewolf was just beside her. She didn't know what it was, anthro, or monster. But anything that big and feral looking cannot be good.
This is where the wounded woman grips her sword uneasily, and makes a swing towards Eliza's wolfish ankles.
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Eliza's muzzle turns to one side as the beast's insides splatter wet and thick over her legs. Her arm is speckled with gore now, and she blinks at the remains. She really hadn't meant to kill it, she realized, but it hadn't been possible. Some part of her started to feel that everything about this, and about her body, just wasn't right...
There was a sudden motion out of the corner of her eye. Instinctively she leaps forward, but her timing's just a little off. The blade of Amethyst's sword rakes her across her right foot, from ankle almost to the claws. She howls in pain and stumbles onto her side, clutching the injured foot. She can't think straight enough to tell what cut her yet, but it's made her angry.
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Gait gurgled out a last bloodcurtling incomprehensible phraze about revenge and failor while Amethyst forced herself to get up now that she whacked the monster wolf a new one and run for it. Just when the baikokudo limpingly escaped from his vague whitening eyesite, Gait finally released a last breath and passed on without much more on that.
As previously mentioned, Amethysts' run was in a bit of a limp. Not because she was injured like Eliza, but from sheer blood-loss and fratigue. To tell the truth, the woman was only running for her life, she in actuality simply wanted to find the nearest tavern, drink til she forgets everything that happened, and go to bed for the night.
If things could not get Any more worse, the baikokudo went right into the scene of the two dead guys.
Before this happens, though, the small rat anthro found himself back at the bodies. He was lintching them, why not? They were dead and wouldn't need their stuff. Midway through collecting coins and an intersting bag of stuff, the body of the fatter of the two moved slightly with a moaning voice. "Ack!" startled the rat, "You guys aren't dead yet!" Turning his body to run, to see a human in green clothes Soaked with blood come up, "ACK!" he started again, "I'm found out!" Running back where he came from to find himself back in the bush, watching to see what would happen while grasping onto the bag he just ran off with.
Ame, of course, came on the scene of the two mostly dead guys. She was too busy running for her life to see the little theif and nearly tripped over the mangled bodies. Glancing down at them, the woman stated the first thing that came to her mind, "Ah [censored]"
"Ahhghh.." stated the guy that barely survived, though it was hard to see how. To this, Amethyst gave a quick glance back to where Eliza was, looking back down at the mangled rapist afterwards. With a sigh, she grasped her sword, and ended his life.
"You.. You're.. you're that murder that everyone's talking about! Killer!" Squeeled the rat, up now and pointing at Ame before breaking for a running screaming for help on his way.
"Ah [censored]!" Said Amethyst once again, taking her sword out of the brand new corpse and glancing around with uneasiness on what to do.
There after the woman runs after the rat. Even if she was slower. This would inevitably lead her back to town, catch and kill that jerkoff rodent or not. And away from the monster wolf, that was probably not going to forgive her anytime soon for the ankle whack.
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The first sharp pain subsiding, Eliza sniffs just above the ground, picking up Amethyst's scent again. A memory flashed in her mind of the sword she held, how sharp it looked... If she were human now, she would have screamed swears into the wind. As it is, she merely growls, and starts to launch forward -- then topples over on her side again.
The foot still hurts like the Dickens. She whimpers, and curls up in a surprising feat of flexibility to lick the wound, which stops bleeding almost instantly. It takes the better part of the minute for her to be able to walk on it, but she waits it out. When her time comes, she launches herself towards Ame's scent once more, ignoring the lingering pain in her foot.
As she follows the scent, she hears the words of the rat ahead. When she reaches the place where the two humans lay dead, she stops, the words finally hitting the human part of her mind. Murderer! There are two dead bodies here, and they were both her handiwork. She has to get out of here fast, she knows, and forces the wolf to understand this.
Working her way back to her pile of clothing, she carefully holds it in her blood-stained jaws, feeling the metal of her knife through its sheath on the belt. She looks around for her bag, sniffing the air once more, and finds the scent of belladonna is already far away, to wherever the warrior had gone. The wolf wants to track them down; she wants the herbs. But she would have to go towards town, and that isn't a safe option. With a last bit of willpower, she forces herself back into full control, and put some distance between her and the scene of death. Setting her clothing in a safe little nook in a hollow tree, she curls up around it and falls into a fitful slumber.
End Prelude
(as the GM tells me)
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Chapter 1, When Sunlight Brings to Day the Sins of a Previous Night
Like butter over toast, day slowly spreads across the horizon from town's view, melting away dews of pre-morning. And Mourning ensues like those before it with recent killings from the unknown murderer.
This is what Amethyst comes across when following that dirty rat into town. Her body is unraveled from the dark trees and brush to fully expose to extent the injuries caused. Sword still unsheathed and soaked, robes torn showing to air the slowly infecting gashes cause from the prelude. Breathing heavily and caked with morning's chilly air. Dressed in death and blood, it was only wonder that the woman walked out into the open street at all to see what had happened to the town's streets. Bodies of seven to ten individuals were smeared about the main road, the killer clearly not caring about overkill or hiding the corpses. All but one were male avatars, probably having gotten thrown from pubs last night or out to find and molest/rape unlucky individuals.
It was only a few miliseconds from Amethyst going wideeyed in notice of this to slipping into the nearest alley, hiding herself from public view. She cursed over how dumb that was, trapsing around in bloody robes whilst waving around with her tachi. Specially since that damn rodent is probably telling the cops that she's the killer. With sword, she flicked the blood aside to resheath. And, of course, slipped the weapon of choice back into scabbard.
Though last night's atrocities, it wasn't only clear that Ame stumbled upon something major that she shouldn't have, but she damn well now Knew who the real killer was. And it wasn't exactly the wisest course of action to walk into the nearest cops station to tell them this now or ever.
Not only that, but everything that added up including bloodloss ran heavily upon the woman's fast beating heart. She was tired. And now breifly tucked into this alley, Ame knew deep down she couldn't take another step before passing out. Which, she did soon afterwards regardless.
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Shaper has arrived in Tranquility, and he is in a good mood. Ah, surely there won't be anything scary or dangerous in this town! After all, the name of the town is Tranquility. Finally I should be able to get a break from all of the danger and scary stuff! Sheesh, how can he be so naive after the sheer number of times he's unexpectedly run into peril and horror? For that matter, how can those big ears of his miss so much? Oh well, at least he isn't scared or nervous right now. There are some definite advantages to being an idiot.
Sadly, it isn't long before he ends up scared again. He just happens to spot a woman in green clothes lying unconscious in an alley. He notices that her clothes are covered in blood, and he is immediately on the verge of panic. "Oh my gosh! She needs help! But... but... how can I help her?!" He begins hopping around like a scared, confused idiot (gee, I wonder why!) "What should I do?! What should I do?!"
He can only think of one thing to try. The kangaroo sets the wooden staff he is carrying against the wall of a nearby building, and concentrates on drawing forth his innate magical energies. He focuses on trying to temporarily grant the unconscious woman the power of regeneration. It's quite a long shot. Shaper's powers have never been too reliable. However, he can't think of anything else to try. Of course, if he were smarter and less scared, he'd stem the bleeding and then find a doctor. Oh well.
For now, he hasn't noticed that it's Amethyst. If he did, he'd be even more scared. As mentioned before, there are some definite advantages to being an idiot.
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Thank you so much, Andrea Koupal!
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Eliza awakens in the forest, the sun's light blinding her as she opens her eyes. Wiping the sleep off, she notices something very wrong -- her hands don't smell right. She turns her sight down, and opens her eyes again... then fights her most hardwired instinct as she tries her best not to scream.
What am I doing... in the middle of a forest... without any clothes on? This doesn't make any... Her thoughts are stop suddenly as she looks at herself more closely. This time the instinct to fight is to bring up what's left of her supper. She's not as successful this time.
Once she's finished purging herself, she wipes off her gore-soaked arms in the grass, and looks in the tree trunk as half a memory comes back to her. She pulls out her torn clothing, and the reality of the previous night dawns on her. She'd changed last night -- the first time in years. It had been a full moon, and she'd forgotten to take her leaves. Now they were missing...
She stands in silence for a moment, unable to think.. then shakes off the feeling, grasping the hilt of her knife through the ripped jeans. "Still have my belt," she whispers, and puts the belt on, wandering towards the sound of running water. Soon she finds a stream just deep enough for her to go in past her waist -- she washes herself off there, making sure to get her hair as well. The smell was everywhere...
As she gets out again, glad the knife didn't need to be used, she lets herself dry off before getting into what was left of her clothing. Once she's mostly dressed, she looks up to see a deer staring straight at her. "What are you staring at?" she asks sharply, and the creature bolts back into the woods. Somehow, this makes her feel better, even if she does look like her clothes have seen the wrong side of a buzzsaw.
Some time later, she finally makes it back to town. I'll need that bag back soon; why do I remember something about a woman with a sword? Maybe she'll know where it went. Before that, though, I'm going to need to do something about this mess...
Wandering down one side of the main street, she calls out to someone in the distance, "Hello? Do you know where I can find a good tailo--" she cuts off in mid-sentence. Here and there, a few of the bodies from last night's escapades are strewn about, in more ways than one. Though she's certain her wolf didn't do this, the response she has is decidedly more visceral.
She suddenly falls to her knees, bending forward. "Toilet. Need now..."
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Slowly down the main street of the town, Morathi Setting-Sun, onetime Prince of Jafaru, strolls. His expression is grim, and his eyes fall too often on the slaughtered dead. Stun and shock passed quickly through him, the veteran of too many battles, and now his mind has settled into the habit of sorting out questions and answers. "Undamaged buildings, no signs of an armed force in the area," he murmurs, hands in his pockets, when his senses are brought up by a distant voice, and the sight of a woman on her knees. Wounded? Answers.
The lean fox, clad in a simple suit of clothes after the fashion of the natives of this town, runs down the street towards her, coming to rest at Eliza's side. "Where are you injured?" he asks abruptly.
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Off, up in the clouds, past the verging thread, and through a computer screen is the PG. She reads Shapies post, bawls out laughing. Then, retreiving a coin, flips to it to see how this will fair out.
Amethyst had been out quite a while before Shapie comes across the alley with her body inside.
During this time, the police had come across the recent murders and were beginning to tape off the immediate area in ambulances, and cleanup crews. Detective Grecko stands smoking a pipe and looking up at one of the buildings. One of the cops comes over to the armadillo detective and states what is known so far, "Sir, From what we can tell, there are more than five victims this night. But the bodycount isn't absolute until we pick up after that bastard. How soon until we catch him?"
Detective Grecko removes pipe from lips and puffs out a small cloud of quickly desolving smoke. His voice was groutty, rough, and fitting to a detective in a radio show with the way he states his words, "Cruel, malicious, and bloodthirsty. I'd think the killer to be skitzofrenic. Check for people in this town with low ground jobs and a history of the 'good side, bad size' desease, would ya?"
The cop nodded, but first looked up to see what Grecko was so fasinated by. To this he replies, "My God"
Camera shot focuses up upon an empty brick wall on a building. Graffiti decorated it, but what stuck out most was painted in blood and gore. Which read, "Tag, you're it"
A soft light permiated from the tips of Shapers fingers as he tried his best in a shakey spell to help Ame regenerate faster. At least that's what he hopes. In truth, the spell does help, but isn't as strong as Shapie would've hoped. However, what helped in this healing was the new curse that slowly ran through Ame's soul. Which assisted the kangeroo anthro's spell to a more positive extent.
Slowly, most of the smaller wounds mended, leaving scars behind since healing is never quite that simple. The larger wounds also healed, but were still open to a short extent. The rabid wolven claw marks grating over her shoulder remained open, though more strangely cauterized than freely bleeding.
She stirred, since Shapers spell also assisted in breaking the woman from restful nightmares. Her vision still blurry, Ame muttered out a, "The [censored] happened." pause, as pain comes before restored sight. She cringes, "Ow, dammit I hurt all over..." Followed by a further moment as she looks up to see Shapie, "Wait.. I know you... What're you doing here?" Mind you, this isn't spoken harshly, since Amethyst is pretty weak from blood loss and not in the mood to go beating up unsuspecting avatars.
Pacing across time in his own skipping way, Mr Rat, who was now heavy in coin and bag he recently 'found' out in the wilderness, made his way to the police office to tell everyone who the murderer was for a bigger reward. However, before getting there, he stopped and bit his mousey lips, "Ah crap, I can't go in there" was all he said. As his pick-pocketing hands were covered in blood from going through the clothing of dead people, and he just broke a law by stealing. Going in there could get him thrown into the slammer! ~ at least, that's what he thought.
So instead, Mr Rat gritted teeth and slowly skipped past the police place and into a neat little restraunt next door to get himself cleaned up.
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Many thanks for the commission Felabba.
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Shaper is relieved when his magical attempt to help the wounded woman works very well (actually, it doesn't work very well and the curse does most of the work, but Shaper doesn't know that.) He does find it odd that the regeneration is so abrupt, though. Gee, I would have thought a successful granting of regeneration would have resulted in slower healing. He shrugs. Well, it is good that she was healed so quickly. Let's not question this good fortune.
The kangaroo breathes a sigh of relief as the woman begins to wake up. Excellent! Now that she is waking up, she should be just fine.
He feels sorry for her when she says that she is hurting all over. He is right about to ask how badly hurt she is, but recognition dawns on him when she says that she knows him and asks what he is doing here. The poor kangaroo is very startled when he realizes that the person in front of him is Amethyst. So startled in fact that he stumbles backwards and falls, landing on his own tail. "Ouch!"
Though he is a bit tempted to flee, he won't abandon somebody who needs help as obviously as Amethyst does. Trembling nervously, he says, "Um, I j-j-just w-want-t-ted to h-help." He stands back up and slowly approaches Ame. "Are y-y-you ok-k-k-kay? W-What at-t-ta-tack-k-ked y-you? Is th-th-there an-nyth-th-th-thing I c-c-c-can d-do to h-help m-m-more?" Oh no, not again! Why do I keep running into danger and scary stuff everywhere I go?!
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Eliza has her hands over her mouth when Morathi speaks. Looking to her side, she sights the strange fox beside her, and something inside calms down. Slowly she lowers her hands, swallowing. "I'm fine. I'm fine, now... just the sight of this..." She swallows again, then pats her belly, feeling the tatters of her shirt over her settling stomach.
"Sorry. It must be the rips... It's been a rough night." Eliza rises to her feet slowly, looking to the fennec with a slight smile. For a moment, she's forgotten the sight of the dead, though the smell's still there to remind her. "Was lucky, didn't get hurt too bad. What's your name? And do you know if there's a tailor around here?"
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He nods as the woman speaks, understanding how the carnage can turn even an iron stomach. Compressing his lips in a grim smile he offers assistance to Eliza in getting up. "You can call me Simon," he advises, tossing out the alias he's found convenient in this town. "And I'm a stranger here, so I don't know where you can get a tailor. Can I ask how you spent your night? For while my first glance tells me you're a victim, my second glance tells me you can not be." Morathi's face softens. "I assure you my glance is considerably kinder than that of the police here, and my ears are possessed of a sympathy not known in this town."
The lean fox, with the keen senses that aid him in his current line of work, looks out for the arrival of the local constabulary.
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Ame, slowly standing (and this is to a more dramatic effect because, well, she hurts all over), glances at the kangeroo, wincing as he falls back on his own tail, and just glances at him while he makes a blithering fool of himself. Putting a slight hand to her shoulder, the woman glanced at him and gave out her scary tale.. "I was attacked by not one, but two large monsters. One was a large talking feline with sharp claws and twisted features. It nearly killed me, dammit!" She was about to show Shaper just how she was attacked to a more physical and brutal extent, but put her hand back down. "Then there was this giant monster of a wild dog. Large teeth. It killed some jerkoffs like your kind, and came after me as well..."
Through clentched teeth, very slowly and pissoffedly, the woman then went on to lecture Shaper of the future. "Before I got away from the monsters, the large cat one was killed. And something tells me that the monster wolf did that" Her hand gestured to the dead bodies everywhere... "So unless you want me to feed you to it before it comes after and finishes killing me, I suggest you find me some bandages, take me to a large bar or pub, and get me a drink so I can forget everything that happened last night."
Well, one thing was clear... Ame just wasn't happy. And man did this story to scare the [censored] out of poor Shapie make her feel better, if not more violently angry over everything in the process...
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(OOC: Well, I promised I'd participate, although I've been quite ill lately and not in much of a state to post. But I'm feeling better, so... I'll give it a shot. )
Mischa's always been the curious sort... and when he hears about a treasure hunt, he eventually can't resist the urge to at least go and see. So, with a little time booked off of work and the rent paid up, he takes a few days to travel all the way to Tranquility.
Arriving in town, he starts to wander the streets, looking about for a place to stay. So distracted by his search, he hardly notices the emergency vehicles and the crowd of onlookers until he's right on top of them. Surprised, he looks about, and quickly discerns the nature of the scene. A little uncertain of what's going on, he moves off to the side, not particularly keen to see any mutilated bodies. Instead, he glances around, trying to decide what to do next.
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Shaper cringes in fear as Amethyst recounts what happened to her. There are two reasons for his cringing. Fear of two vicious monsters being around, and Ame's angry tone both combine to put the kangaroo on edge.
He is scared the monsters might suddenly show up and attack, but he is also scared that Amethyst might suddenly turn against him and attack. So, he is both scared to look away from Ame, and scared to not be looking all around in case something tries to sneak up on him. For a moment, all he can do is stand in place while trembling in fear and alternating between looking at Ame, and looking all around.
Finally, his fear of what the wounded human woman might do if he doesn't get moving manages to override his other fears. "Ok-k-kay! I'll g-g-get r-right on it!" He quickly picks his staff back up, and hops away fearfully yelling, "I need bandages! I need a pub! I need bandages! I need a pub!" He keeps repeating this until either somebody offers to help, or he is interrupted somehow.
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A shaper of forms
Will only master his art
If he alters fear.
-Haiku by Sophi Naya. Thanks Sophi!
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Eliza has to think about Morathi's words for a bit. "Victim yet not... I think you hit the mark there. Whatever did..." She pauses for a moment and waves vaguely at the things she refuses to look at, or even remember. "Did this, didn't attack me. Knowing my luck, though..."
She sighs, and her eyes drift down to the ground beneath her feet. "Not sure I want to get into.. last night. Not all monsters are... as different as we'd like," she finishes, folding her arms protectively over her chest. She takes a deep breath. I won't cry. This... isn't... the time...
Letting the breath out in another long sigh, she smiles weakly up at the fennec. "Well, Simon, it's good you were here; but we really need to get going. This... I can't breathe here..." She takes another breath, and moves away from the carnage, not caring where she goes aside from away. She turns to look back, a pleading look on her face. "Will you come too?"
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Morathi glances all around him, looking for people that might later connect him to the troubled woman. Finally, he strides up to Eliza, takes her by a bloodied elbow, and walks her down an alley. "There's a gas station," he informs her in a very professional as they walk, "not two blocks from here. A very private place for you to clean up while I dispose of your current rags and get you some new ones." He squints at the top of her head. "Don't forget to wash your hair with whatever handsoap they have. Be thorough. It's a slow day, no one should bother you. But if someone knocks on the door, act like you've got a stomach bug and could be there all day. No one interrupts that." He lets go of her arm to pull a pair of sunglasses from his jacket and slide them on over his muzzle. "When that's all done, I'll check you out to make sure you haven't missed anything. It's not personal, I don't take advantage of distressed ladies, but I'm not going to attract attention to us through carelessness. And when we get out of there, I'll take us to a quiet lunch spot where you can tell me what's happened. Do we have a deal?"
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Shaper, the frantic and otherwise skiddish kangeroo anthropomorph, dashed out of the alley as though a pack of wild dogs was chasing him and made a b-line for help. At least that's what was written. Leaving Amethyst back in the alley. Why she didn't follow him covered in blood, hurt? Hey, Ame may have been injured if not worn out and euphoric from after-effects of the spell and werewolf venom in her, but she had something many people didn't have. Common sense. Add onto that the bounty on your head and one could envision at least 6 reasons why Amethyst doesn't chase after the fleeting lump of en-robed golden-brown frantic furwad.
So while the woman bides her time with thoughts of how much she hated this situation, hated getting hunted, hated monsters, and Hated male anthros, Shapie most likely preoccupied his time in tremendiously terrified thoughts. This is where he most inevitably (under the hand of God! *shakes omnipotent fist*) runs into Mischa. Now wether mischa bumps into shaper, shaper slams into mischa, or they both just casually come across one another is completely up to the respected characters.
However, before that incident takes place, two occurances happen. The first partakes upon the rp before the bubbleboy and the 'roo bump into eachother. While Mischa passes by people whom conversate over the recent deaths in the area, a Foxy (that's arctic white fox) humanthro of a babe runs right past him, almost under his eyes. She has the entire package, hug tits, voluptuous backside. Then the fur decorates all the right places on her visually sexy curves. Everything from the way her ears are rested between the locks of silver hair to the large fox tail sticking out just above where her lacking lower skirt begins. Clearly, on first appreances, this Foxy woman could eitehr be a slut, a prostitute, a school student taking all the wrong brands of medication, or - and this is souly by the outfit and badge- a police woman.
As said, she passes by at 5'2 mischa, walking her way on high heels to one of the other cops, wrapping her arms around their dog-anthro neck, and looking down at the bodies, "Do we have a body count? I was going to wait at the office for evidences to investigate more, but it was break time and I wanted to see what you guys were up to."
During this time, Mr Grecko turns his snout over to see with stiff shoulders the foxy police chick. Puffing a few more times from his pipe before calling over, "Karen, stop harassing the men. If you're going to be here, at least do some work." this added with a hand to his forehead and a muttered, "why is she still working for the squad. Undercover my armored backside."
Oh, but what was the second occurance? This was, passing by Karen previously (before she nearly runs into mischa), a familiar rat. He gave a very kinky look to her before shaking his head and chattering on about how he had to meet Jose'.
This is what brings Mr Rat to the gas station just before Eliza and Morathi get there. Your regular GlobalGasStation. A small fast food restraunt that sells hamburgers is connected to it. And the store is lined with isles of supplies and candy. Once entering the mutually empty establishment, the theiving rat, backpack of Eliza's slung over his shoulder, pockets lined with goodies he recently picked up, came up to the counter. "Oi, Jose'" he started, looking up to a thin, srawny looking spanish dingo (dingo? But they're... Oh wait, this is an rp, anything can happen). Jose' looked back down with a cocked eyebrow, tapping finger on the counter. The rat looks left, then right, followed with an eventual finger to his long lips, "Shhh. I have a scoop for you. And I'll pay you, I promise."
Jose' watched his sneaky friend for a bit, hand never removing from the counter it's currently tapping, "You'd better, or I'll cut off your tail this time."
"You see, I know who the murderer is. I saw her with my own eyes..." Mr Rat continued after a toothy, unshaken, desperate grin.
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Shaper's panicked search leads him right to where Mischa is currently at. It's at this point that Shaper decides to hop up to somebody at random. That somebody just happens to be Mischa.
Although Shaper has met Mischa before, his panicked state results in him not recognizing the human.
There are tears in Shaper's eyes, and he sounds very panicked. "Help! Need bandages! Need pub! Might die without bandages and pub! Need bandages! Need pub!" He jumps in place several times due to his panic. The jumps are rather high since he's a kangaroo.
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