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Post by Nathalia on Jan 13, 2011 19:56:32 GMT -5
(( The instant the door cracked and was thrust open, something dark shuffling out in the street froze...then, slowly, lurched under the into the front hall.))"Yyyyyyy'he ain't th' pleeeece."The creature slurrs, looking as confused as its face can manage, it's flesh making horrible schlupping sounds as it scrapes itself toward the small Coyote. "Ahahahaa. Need the pleeeece, wanna rep'rt 'n attack....rrrrraaaacccissssts." It hissed, flesh dangling from its wobbling neck moving in ripples as it spoke. Its eyes move in weird, opposing directions and its spikes look as though they're...covered in blood... Groaning, it shifts itself in a half-circle, giving odd little laughs as it does so. ~Nathalia |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 13, 2011 20:16:56 GMT -5
His missed. So badly that he practically knocked his head against the ceiling when Arkady shrieked. He landed on the ground with a thud, but at the very least he landed on his feet. Brushing himself off he opened his mouth to try and say something constructive to the boy. Though he could hardly be comforting at a time like this.
However the only thing that came out his mouth was a squawk as something terrifying walked through the door. Though walked wasn't exactly the proper term.
Though it seemed to be capable of talking. And maybe it was an actual person. A rotting horrible person. Lowlander. One that must have either suffered some horrible trama or was a mix of regions. He wasn't sure how to assess the situation.
"They got a call," Rosewood said clearing his throat. "To check out something happening in another part of town. They're understaffed tonight. I can take a message.... Arkady do you want to uh come over here for a second?"
He really hoped that the terror wasn't leaking into his voice. This was entirely too much to happen in one evening.
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Post by Lucca on Jan 14, 2011 9:21:31 GMT -5
For all of Arkady's yelling, it didn't seem to do any good at all...the door creaked and cracked and shot inward, and something out of a nightmare walked in. Arkady's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He'd never seen something so horrible in his entire young life! What...what happened to this...thing? Was it a person? If so, he felt very sorry for it. But fear was far stronger than pity, especially with everything that had happened tonight.
It was speaking, the same horrid, lisping voice as before. Arkady's mouth moved, but no sound came out...he slowly backed up from the creature, and when Rosewood called out to him, he darted behind the Swan without a second thought. From this safer distance, he peered back out at the crea--person, and finally found his voice.
"Wh-what happened to you?" he squeaked out, wondering what sort of attack could mutilate a person so horribly. Unless he'd always looked like that. But that would be very unfortunate, and Ark didn't want to think about such a thing. Even on a Lowlander. He'd seen a few of those before, and none of them had looked like -this-.
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Post by Callypso on Jan 19, 2011 0:36:39 GMT -5
And nothing?
RRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHH!
Farran felt himself deflate a little before abruptly deciding to rifle through the closet, abandoning the waste paper bin to have use of both paws. A deep scowl spread over his face as he tore through a small shelf of paperwork and magazines. He inadvertently knocked a jacket off its hook which then fell to completely cover his head. As he reached up to hastily tear the clothing away his paw caught on something sharp.
GODS-DAMMIT!
The feline punched the closet door with his free hand then turned to remove what appeared to be a nametag sticking through the jacket and into the tender pad of his right paw. It was a bronze lapel pin with the words “Lt. Albert Meadows” stamped into it. Grumbling angrily to himself he gingerly removed the pin, but as he did so, a muffled crinkling sound emerged from the inside of the lapel.
Frowning, Farran flipped the lapel over to discover a tiny pocket that looked to be roughly hand sewn- the stitches strong but uneven. He unsheathed a claw and fished around in the pocket to find a package wrapped in tissue paper – unwrapping the tissue uncovered a tiny vial filled with a grainy white powder. The Diamond stared curiously for several moments, turning the vial over and over in his paws, before realization kicked in.
Checkmate.
His eyes bugged a bit as he stared at the vial, recalling an incident that had occurred only a year ago in the Villa.
A neighbor had been laid off of work due to an injury – they responded by sulking around town in the bars before shutting himself in his home for several days. Finally, Farran’s uncle requested that Farran and his siblings venture next door to “ask for sugar” – an excuse to see how he was doing. The front door had been unlocked, and the siblings let themselves in to find the poor fellow dead – white powder smeared under his nose and tiny vials clustered around his feet.
Farran, his brother and sister, had had quite the education on Checkmate that day.
Lieutenant Meadows, you are busted. If we survive, anyway.
Oh right! The blobby bastard!
Well, it was clear that there was nothing in here. Tucking the vial away in his pouch and scooping up broom and waste paper bin in one arm, he made his way toward the door.
Time to check out the other offices.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 19, 2011 19:35:14 GMT -5
There was nothing at all in the office. No blobby thing, no police officers, nothing to note. Zenon sat down heavily by the door, taking a deep breath. She was still feeling shaken from the sudden activation of the alarm system, and by all the other events of the night.
This was just so wrong.
Once she felt like she could stand again, she shook her head and regathered herself. Quickly she scanned the room, procuring a pad of paper and a quill. Ink took a little longer to find, but there was a tiny bottle pushed back into a drawer. As quickly as she could manage, she scrawled out a note to the officers, letting them know that they'd broken in, yes, but only because they were in desperate need of help. It probably didn't matter, in the end, but it made the Doctor feel at least somewhat better. She liked to have a good relationship with the police. It made it much less likely that they'd come snooping around her lab. Some things were better left secret.
Once that was done, she stepped back out of the office. "Whatever that was, it's gone now,[/b]" she mumbled to anyone who would listen. There was a new terrible smell in the air, and she blinked, coming around the corner back to the main part of the office - and a quiet, stunned little squeak of fear left her. What in all the hells was that THING?! And -- what -- no, that was just --
Swaying on her feet, the woman barely managed to keep conscious. It didn't... seem to be attacking anyone... Yet. Could it? Where... Where were its feet?! Her feathers fluffed terribly, and she started to shake.
"Are you in need of medical care... Sir?[/b]" She asked quietly, slipping into autopilot. She'd had strange people come to the clinic before... Hadn't she? Please go away go away I don't even what the hell.
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Post by Nathalia on Jan 20, 2011 18:03:07 GMT -5
(Ololol, Cally! Oh, Hell! Yay, feel free to try to incriminate Meadows if you run into Rod.)
((The creature stares around as a sudden jumble of people seemed, to it, to pour out of the walls.))
"Neeeeds th' pleeeeeeece." It murmured, confused, twisting its oddly shaped head back and forth before focusing on Rosewood and Arkady.
Its head tilted to the side and then its face began to screw up, horribly disfiguring what was already monstrous, and letting out a cry of disappointment.
"Gota...caaaaaalll? But...needs th' pleeeeecee....rrrracissstsss..." It whimpered, turning at the sounds of others and giving the good doctor a wall-eyed, dead stare. Rosewood got a good look at the other side of its head...an enormous dent and gore leaking down its face show recent injury...
"Rrrracissstsss happened." It mumbled, swinging its face back and down, pointing directly at the Coyote. "Trrried t' kill meeee...jusssss wanted grrrroceriessss." It whispered, its head wilting to the side again and its eyes zoning and re-focusing disconcertingly.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 20, 2011 18:43:06 GMT -5
The swan was thankful that the boy hid behind him. There was no guaranteeing that this would be safe, and the poor child honestly didn't deserve to deal with this nightmare.
Rosewood felt his stomach tie itself in knots as he watched the Lowlander's utter confusion. There was something dreadfully wrong with it, he... it... the swan wasn't particularly sure if it was actually a Card or not. It was more like something out of a nightmare.
His eyes widened when he saw the gaping dent on the side of the creature's head. That would explain the strange actions a bit wouldn't it? So it had been attacked by someone. "Well, like I said they got a call. If you uh... take a seat we'll have someone take a look at you. You know you have a pretty nasty... bump on your head yeah? It needs to be looked at." He motioned for Arkady to stay where he was as he slowly took a step forward. He didn't want to make any sudden movements, suits only knew what would happen if he did that.
"The police will be coming back soon, I promise. We'll help you until then."
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Post by Lucca on Jan 20, 2011 19:12:46 GMT -5
Arkady's heart pounded as he stared, wide-eyed, at the...-thing- that had come into the police station. Oh...how he wished his mother were here...he was even glad to see that grumpy doctor come back into the room. Maybe she could do something for the poor guy? It spoke again, and answering tingles of fear ran down Ark's spine. He shivered, hiding behind Rosewood as much as he could. This was a horrible nightmare...it had to be. That couldn't possibly be a normal Card in front of him, could it?
As the thing swung to face him, Arkady tried not to cringe, he really did...but his ears pressed back against his head, and his tail was between his legs as he took an involuntary step back. The smell was even worse up close, and he could feel his stomach roll in protest. Despite all that, he tried to listen to what the voice was saying. "Oh...oh d-dear...that's unf-fortunate," he stuttered out in a small voice, trying to look sympathetic. After all, he didn't want it to think -he- was a racist, too, and deal with him accordingly!
The poor pup was all too glad that Rosewood was telling him to stay put. He certainly didn't -want- to be any closer to the thing. Just thinking about touching something that disgusting made him want to immerse himself in scalding hot water to sanitize his fur. And that injury...how very gruesome! It was worse than anything Ark had ever seen, even the dead animals he'd sometimes see that had been run over by carriages.
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Post by Callypso on Jan 21, 2011 1:46:05 GMT -5
((Haha, glad you appreciate, Nat! I had described the office so drably - none of the other NPC Police Force officers fit, and then I thought... heeeeeeey. lol))
After navigating through several more offices (and therefore more doorways) and finding nothing of interest, Farran was in a decidedly foul mood. He’d managed to bang what felt like every inch of his body - the newly sewn stitches on his head starting to ooze and swell from being so mistreated.
The only reward for his troubles (beside the other injuries) had been a stubbed toe after he’d thrown his waste paper bin at an office door and having it bounce back to hit him in the foot. And of course, the Checkmate.
But that didn’t seem to matter much as he made his way down the corridor. The feline felt jittery and agitated, as though suffering from a caffeinated high. He’d been so worked up after trying to catch that little inky bastard, and now he was just sore and cranky. It seemed really, really unfair. He was trying, wasn’t he? And the world just kept shitting on him. After everything, everything he’d been through, all he earned was pain and suffering. It was impossible to imagine how this night could get any worse.
And then he turned the corner.
His face fell as though his lower jaw were suddenly made of metal, and then twisted up into a horrible amalgam of disgust, disbelief and absolute, abject terror. The Diamond wobbled on the spot, twisting the broomstick in his hands and spluttering incoherently. His voice was little more than a whisper, his throat tightly constricted; unable to make the words leave his lips.
Wh- wh- wh- wha – thfk- is- wha-th- eugh??!!!!
The Diamond’s blue eyes widened so that his irises almost disappeared in a sea of white, the pads on his front paws becoming hot as he twisted the broom handle to and fro.
What the bloody, sodding hell was THAT?!
A nightmare. Come to life. That’s what it was. It could not, should not be. The sight of the creature made him utterly oblivious to everything around him, including his companions – even the doctor, who was only feet in front of him. He stared wildly, unable to process the scene…
Finally, something clicked in his mind. A feral gleam crept into his panicked eyes and he leapt forward, swinging the broomstick forward with complete abandon.
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Post by carcinoGeneticist on Jan 21, 2011 1:56:21 GMT -5
The... thing... monster thing... didn't seem to hear her. Zenon wasn't sure how she felt about that, and her feet started to carry her back away from the bizarre individual. Racist attacks, police, the horrible state its face was in, none of it seemed real.
Finally, her steps brought her close enough to Farran that she could hear his horrified whisper. Her large ears twitched, and inwardly, she agreed with him. "Keep back, kid,[/b]" she said softly, not taking her eyes off the half-man still chattering at Rosewood and Arkady. Her attention was so fixed, she had no idea what the feline was doing until he'd already started to move.
What the hell -- ?!
She cawed in surprise, then lunged forward as quickly as she could. Taloned feet pinned a long feline tail, and with all her strength she hauled back on him. Despite her rage, she poured all of the Charm available into her whispered words. "Are you retarded, kid?! What are you trying to do, give it a reason to kill us all? Suits,[/b]" She nipped at the Villa, her hackles fully raised, fur a fluffy mess. "Hang back here with me, we can keep an eye on things.[/b]" And escape in an instant, should things get ugly. But she wasn't going to say that.
((Had Cally's permission to stop Farran <3))
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