Well, since everyone was roleplaying and you were just being a good RTD player, I decided that I could give you an interesting character to allow you to have a good time without roleplaying. The method I use with you (Narration based off the traits supplied by the player) is how I would usually do things, but I guess I attract roleplayers a lot. Also, sorry about the late post, didn't realize Caerryn posted.
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James stared at Eric, then grinned.
"You seem like a professional, I like you.""Then we can talk. I need questions answered. Who is killing people in this town, is there a cult and why did you try to take us down?""The thing killing the tourists? Well, here's the thing, I'm a paranormal investigator... You can consider me one, anyway. I was just investigating myself, funny thing. Anyway, the entity is most likely a demon case, probably of gluttony. Classic Dante shit, none of the Outsiders. I thought it was a bonethief, but nah." Eric almost took out his gun and shot James when he reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette, then lit it.
"It's smart enough to shoot a guy, so it's got a human body with some memory remaining. It erased the tracks, so it's probably a cop's body it's throwing around.""What's a bonethief?""Heh, you can learn that later... Don't shoot me or anything, it's just a little fucker who crawls into your skin and possesses you. Common in Persia, France, Rhode Island, pretty rare anywhere else, so don't keep a gun trained at the door for em... Now, a cult? Not sure, actually. Demons sometimes raise cults, other times they are alone. In a backwater town like this, everyone could be a cultist... Maybe the demon's been around a while and it's just considered a tradition in the town, similar things have happened.""Now, about the taking down part... I'm sorry, but last time Aesir Initiative was on the case, then I got a whole cult I wanted alive in a church set on fire by a bomber. So, yeah. I'm kinda pissed about that, I'm afraid. However, you guys are good..." James nodded.
"Touching. Now, one last thing.""Hm?""Who exactly are you?""A good ally, believe me... I'm an independent detective. Hey, when this is done, you want have lunch in New York or something? You'll probably get an apartment there, the Aesir Initiative gives agents they like good apartments. I know a great restaurant."James smiled with a genuine air of a friend asking a friend to lunch. In this business, it goes from trying to smash you into the trees to asking you to lunch.
Eric raised an eyebrow.
"If you want, we can discuss business. I know a few things."____________________________________________________________
Bakstur walked over to the wreck of the vehicle. It was mostly okay, just flipped over and the doors were totally smashed. He opened the door, which fell off, and looked in.
She blinded me with science! She hit me with technolo-geee!Bakstur remembered that trademark synths and voice. That was Thomas Dolby, one of his favorite artists. If he remembered correctly, it was his hit single She Blinded Me With Science. He was popular in the 80's, part of New Wave. Bakstur got into him a year ago, that's the only music they had in the sanitarium, so that's probably why he can recognize literally any song in any of his albums. Apart from maybe A Map Of The Floating City, he hadn't listened to it enough.
He jumped up and pulled the car down lightly, trying to get it to fall down to look through it more easily.
He fell into the car, causing a few scratches and pains.
Bakstur grunted, and struggled into a better
ow that hurtposition.
I don't believe it! She's tidied up, and I can't find anything!He was going to be here a tiny while, so he looked around.
James, for at least one thing, kept his car tidy. The only things here was glass and a single empty coke bottle.
Well, at least he had good tunes.
you know, i like kathryn better then you, youre kinda a pussy now but im stuck with you for now you should get together with kathryn i can do the talking you do the fucking or maybe just pose right yeah it could work id really like to get with kathrynBakstur sighed. He was going to be here a while longer then he thought.
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Ambrose sighed and scratched her nose, trying to tune out the smell.
It went away slightly. Not by much.____________________________________________________________
Kathryn stood in the forest she had walked into, and thought things over.
She hadn't been the best in the Miami PD. A few suspects shot too early, a few more shot too late... No-one wanted her on the proper cases, she was stuck with domestic abuse cases by her superiors, not an official thing but it was there. Assigned to traffic only in spirit, really. Her boyfriend was getting more and more distant every day, and she felt like everything was going to end. Her job, her romance, maybe her life if both happened badly. At some point, she was considering suicide rather casually. She was always around the worst of humanity with the domestic abuse, and it brought her down. Eventually, she was beginning to think she wasn't seeing the worst, but what humanity truly was.
After the tenth mewling, beaten wife, the husband trying to explain and the kids crying in the corner, you tune out. You start seeing patterns. The wife's bruises, the husband's lips, and the kid's tears all synch up, like music after a while. She could swear she could time the wife's chokes with the husband's attempts at explaining things.
Eventually, she stumbled upon something really fucking bad that shook her like a bullet to the chest.
Outskirts of town in the suburbs, screaming followed by gunshot. Neighbors say the married couple had been on edge a while. Kathryn assigned almost as soon as the call ended. She drove up to the picture-perfect house, drew her gun and knocked on the door. No answer for ten minutes. She noticed it was open a crack. She pushed it open.
Inside, dead husband immediately on the floor, shotgun in hand. His face... had been chewed off.
This wasn't a fucking domestic abuse. Another one of those bath salt fuckers must have broken in. She gulped, then she checked all the rooms. Annoyingly picture perfect, she was unable to stop comparing it to her nice little No sign of the wife or the kid, until she went into the kid's room.
The wife was there. The wife was there alright.
The wife was on the wall, stuck by an organic harpoon. The kid was crying in the corner as a huge insect lumbered toward him. The kid was in his PJs. The insect looked like an ant and a fly mixed together and 9ft tall.
Kathryn immediately aimed at the thing and shot it. Confirmed kill, but it crumbled into tiny insects who scuttled off. She ignored it, and walked over to the kid.
"You okay?" She said, putting a hand on him.
"Mommy... Mommy said the monster in my closet... wasn't really real... But... then it ate mommy."From that point, Kathryn woke up. She realized that her life wasn't going to be the same ever again.
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