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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 16, 2010 15:57:40 GMT -5
Rosewood continued to circle in the air as he watched his companions break into the police station. So much for an alarm system, and so much for actually getting any sort of help tonight. The swan landed on one of the upper window sills, though it was rather awkward being as large as he was. He peered through one of the windows hoping to at least see someone asleep.
He grumbled and looked down at his companions. "There's no point in sticking around if the police aren't coming. And if Miss Zenon can break in with such ease...." The cops were worthless. Wonderful.
He eyed the creature that was still ranting and foaming. Maybe he could try to touch it? Somehow that seemed like a bad idea.
Conall paused briefly at the hissing of the doctor. Why should he stay here when the woman was being a bitch to him and the other adult was being an utter spazz and the Villa was just plain retarded. Arkady seemed to be the only one with sense, but at this point....? They weren't going to help him, they were going to get him killed or maimed. He was done cowering in a corner and hoping that someone would help him.
The boy grumbled and continued to walk in the direction he thought was "right." Maybe he would find someone more helpful? People didn't seem to be very helpful. At least the bird on his shoulder would warn him about anything too dangerous.
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Post by Nathalia on Dec 17, 2010 19:46:31 GMT -5
((While alarms appeared at first to be off...it would seem they were just delayed. The newly broken entrance ways sit silently for a moment...and then suck the perpetrator inward as though they were in a typhoon. They will be sucked in and slammed hard against a wall, stunning them slightly.
This was probably a maneuver to alert the Cops to a break-in...and then allow them to snag the suspect.
Doesn't work so well when no one's there, though.
The inside of the Police Station appears to be entirely empty.
Grey, dark, devoid of life, it's completely deserted.
There are chairs overturned, papers scattered everywhere, and the pervasive smell of anger and fear.
Other than this, the Cops seem to have vanished.
There are seven main rooms, 4 of them offices, 1 a break room, and two prison holding cells. All appear empty...but many things can appear to be what they are not, can't they?
What was that?!
An odd, black substance slid along the wall and away almost more quickly than anyone could blink toward the offices...but which one did it slide into, and what was it?
Conall wandered off into the night and...vanished after about five feet, seeming to disperse into the misty surroundings like fog.
No good trying to find him...he's gone...))
~Nathalia
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Dec 26, 2010 2:15:30 GMT -5
There was the blasted alarm.
Zenon made a terrible noise as she was ripped back into the building, her lungs emptying in a second when she impacted the wall. She fell to the ground and lay still for a long minute, waiting to see what else would happen. When nothing came, she slowly pulled herself back to her feet, doing her best to shake her feathers back into some semblance of order, trying to pretend that none of that had just happened.
It would be much nicer to pretend the whole night hadn't happened, of course, and walk away, but she was too far into it all at this point. There was nothing to do but start looking around the stupid place and see if there was anyone here...
Which there wasn't. Of course. The whole place made her shiver, the air just feeling so very wrong... She poked through a table, finding nothing more interesting than a mostly-ruined looking quill and some torn up pieces of paper. She shoved them back into the desk with a clack of her beak, turning her attention back to the other members of her group. "This whole damn place is a ghost town,[/b]" she said, irritation dripping from the words. "I don't even know why we bother, it's all just--[/b]"
Something. Something skittered past. Back to the offices. Her beak fell open, then snapped shut. Without a word, she dashed after it, using her body to push open the door she thought it had vanished into.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Dec 30, 2010 1:44:46 GMT -5
Rosewood had spoken too soon. He made a little sound of distressed as he watched the Corvie get sucked into the police station. What sort of alarm was that? His feathers fluffed as he hopped remained poised on the window ledge.
He was still distracted by the thing ranting. What would have happened if he actually touched it? The thought was stuck in his head as she tried to process what to do. Would following the woman into the police station be a good idea? His beak clicked when he realized that someone was missing.
Oh shit, where the hell had Conall gone? Had he up and disappeared? Completely?
With a distressed sound the swan flew off of his ledge and into the police station. At least he still had some of his grace despite everything that was happening. "Are you all right?" he asked out of obligation more than anything else.
She was right. It was a ghost town. The swan tilted his head when the woman suddenly cut off her speech. He watched her hurry to the office door. What...? Had she seen something?
It was hard to think with the constant sound of rambling. It was going to drive him crazy before the night was out. He fluttered over to the holding cells. Scanning them for a few long moments to collect his thoughts.
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Post by Lucca on Dec 30, 2010 12:22:39 GMT -5
Arkady jumped high into the air when, with an odd whooshing sound, the doctor was thrown back against the wall of the police station. That was certainly...unexpected. He shivered, trying to get back under control, and took stock of the group from his place on the floor of the police station. Someone was missing...Ark's eyes widened. "Conall?" He hadn't seen the boy sneak off, but he was obviously not in the building at all...the Coyote ran to the door, looking back out into the darkness and spice and cold. "CONALL!" he yelled, his voice a high pitched whine of fear. Where could the other boy have gone?
He sniffed at the air experimentally, but he couldn't even smell the Bog in his friend anymore. It was as if he'd completely vanished...just like everyone else. Arkady whined lowly, ears going back and tail hanging low. He didn't want to leave the group to look for Conall...what if he vanished too? But then, the boy remembered nothing, so what was he going to do out by himself? Arkady glance back again at the rest of the group, indecisive, needing someone to tell him what to do...and he saw Zenon trying to break into one of the offices. But there was no one here...why was she doing that? Was she angry that the police hadn't done anything when her lab was broken into? "Um, Miss...Doctor Zenon," the boy ventured very quietly, walking back into the station.
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Post by Callypso on Dec 30, 2010 14:12:04 GMT -5
Farran hovered near the doorstep, unwilling to take that first step. He knew now that he was cursed, and after being attacked, hit, splattered on and everything else that last thing he wanted was to injure himself walking through a door. He sighed, clutching the broomstick for comfort, and put a paw forward when with a sudden WHOOSH! the Corvie was sucked in through the doorway and disappeared from sight. The feline stared, mouth agape, at the entrance to the police station. Yeah, no way he wanted to go in there now!
But suddenly there was the flutter of wings as Rosewood swept passed him, then Arkady bounded in after. His ears flattened against his head as he groaned – he didn’t exactly want to be out here either. He turned around to gesture for the strange little Heart to go ahead of him and – he wasn’t there.
Conall?!
There it was! A whisper of tail being swallowed up by a rolling mist, and then nothing.
Conall! Come back!
Farran leapt forward only to find that there was not a hint nor hair of the younger boy. No remnant of Boggie smell, no footprints.
Eyes widening, Farran scrambled backwards toward the police station, suddenly wary of the foggy tendrils swirling in the street. His foot caught on the doorjamb and he tripped backward into the police station. The feline lay on the floor for a minute, exasperated, but mostly just wanting this night to be over. His body trembled as hysteria and rage began building – he was so very close to his breaking point. The broomstick rolled across the floor and into his foot, oddly snapping the disgruntled feline back into place. He grabbed his trusty weapon and began to find his footing.
Conall’s gone. And I doubt he’ll be – HEY!
The black thing! It had slipped around a wall and disappeared into the innards of the station. Zenon must have seen it too, as she high-tailed it down the hallway. A loud crash sounded from the corridor as Farran scrambled to his feet and bolted down the hallway after the other Diamond. Whichever door she had gone through had shut behind her, so he muscled open the entrance to the closest office.
It felt good to run, to have goal. And by god, that oozy asshole was going to pay for all of this!!
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 4, 2011 15:33:50 GMT -5
((The sudden odd dragging sound has returned!
Slowly creeping its way along and sounding as though flesh is being bumped and hefted over rough cobble with little care or issue.
An odd rasping, breathing, as though whatever it is has been running for a long time, sounds by the broken windows and the door.
"Whaaaaat's this, then? Heh...window's gone all...not....hahahaaa....."
The awful schlepping sounds continue around the side of the building...and a horrible smell starts up and simply won't stop!
Two small shapes, dark and darting flit down through the roof opening Zenon used to wriggle her way in.
Are those...are those Toves?
They look like they might be, their lithe, ribbon bodies sliding along the ceiling...what are they doing in here?
They're quite fast and their eyes seem to glow a little; one set blue, the other amber.
A sudden shuddering of the door bespeaks that something is trying to come in with you...))
~Nathalia
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 5, 2011 14:58:29 GMT -5
So much for having time to meditate and try to clear his head. He watched as Farran darted off after Zenon, Arkady following quietly. He gave a small sigh and remained where he was. They could look for the ink or whatever, he could just stay here for a bit and try to make sense of everything.
He watched the creature foam at the mouth, rambling the same words over and over again. And then there was a horrible sound. The swan's feathers automatically puffed up as he heard something outside again. Oh suits. He tried to choke his terror down as he slowly edged towards the front door.
Rosewood froze on the spot when he heard the voice. His eyes widening as he slowly bowed into the shadows. Someone or something was out there. The sound continued to move though, a horrible smell following. He changed to his bipedal form, standing up from the shadows as two forms entered through the hole left in the broken window.
Well that was curious. A little more encouraging then disgusting smells and strange rattling. He watched them for a few moments. They seemed to be moving rather fast... maybe that had been what they had seen earlier? Or perhaps it was related to them? It could potentially shed some light on the subject.
Catching one couldn't hurt. He sprung forward on his feet, giving a sharp flap of his wings to give him enough spring to reach the ceiling. He lunged for the closest one, were the eyes glowing blue?
He failed to notice the door, far too focused on the task of capturing the little monster.
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Post by Lucca on Jan 5, 2011 15:47:51 GMT -5
Conall was gone. There was no doubt about it. Arkady didn't even need to hear Farran's cut-off statement to know that. His ears drooped as he hesitantly followed after the other two, toward the offices. They looked strange and foreboding in the darkness. Empty...why was everything so...the Coyote froze as he heard something from right outside the station. That odd dragging noise from earlier. Whatever was at the lab had followed them here.
His ears flicked, and then...a voice? A horrible, horrible sounding voice that made the fur on the back of his neck stand on end. And it was accompanied by the worst smell he'd ever smelt, worse even than when he'd found a dead rat behind a dresser in his room. Arkady whimpered, looking at the office that Farran and Zenon had vanished into, and then at Rosewood, over in the shadows. Why wasn't anyone DOING anything? Didn't they...didn't they notice anything? A flicker of movement caught his eye, and he stared as two dark little shapes darted in...oh no...he didn't want anything more to do with anything like that! Rosewood was moving for them but what if they exploded or bit him or...
And to make things even worse, there was pounding at the door...whatever was inside was trying to break in with them! It was all too much, and Ark let out a little howl of fear and shook his head. "GO AWAY!" he shouted at everyone and everything. "JUST GO AWAYYYYY!"
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Post by Callypso on Jan 5, 2011 17:21:22 GMT -5
Farran stumbled into the empty office, banging his side solidly into the door frame. Cursing, he aimed a kick at the door only to have it slam loudly in his face and stub two of his fuzzy toes. A loud, frustrated growl rumbled from his throat as he slumped against the office entryway, managing to upturn a wastepaper bin in the process, and stared sullenly into the office.
Stupid. Bloody. Capital.
He sulked on the floor for a while as frenzied, vengeful thoughts flittered through his mind – all thoughts of his companions leaving him as he stewed in his angry haze. What had he done to deserve all of this, anyway? All he wanted to do was administer justice for his father’s murder. Hell, he probably wasn’t going to do anything… not really.
And he had just moved here and all the stupid metropolis could offer was nightmares, curses and impossible mysteries. What he wouldn’t give to be back in the Villa right now, even if it meant be surrounded by everything he hated – everything that reminded him of what he’d lost. Now? Now he was just cursed and spotted and oh YEAH…
His eyes glinted dangerously as he leapt to his feet, paw clutching his broomstick almost painfully tight. That little shit of a blobby thing was going to pay. But where was it? Was it even here?
The Diamond scanned the room for anything interesting, but it was as simple and drab as any dispensary of paperwork could be. There was a small writing desk with a few drawers against the farthest wall facing the door, a filing cabinet to it’s right, a bookshelf with reference manuals adorned with a wilting and poorly tended topiary, and a small closet to the left.
Well, if he was a sneaking inky asshole, he’d probably hide in the closet. Remembering what had happened in the Corvie’s lab, Farran propped the broom against the wall and grabbed the wastepaper bin he’d knocked over just moments before. A manic, slightly crazed expression stole over the Villa’s face as he slowly crept toward the closet.
Come out, come out, wherever you are...
A stinking, rotting smell suddenly pervaded the room as he neared the closet handle. Eugh. What was that smell?! He sincerely hoped nothing was rotting in there. (Was that a yell he just heard?) Well, rotting or not, he was going to catch that little prick. Somebody had to answer for all this and it sure as hell wasn't going to be him. He'd suffered enough already!
His paw gripped the brass handle and turned.
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