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[Silleh Boy]

It struck you, this was the figure who had killed several whores in more run down parts of the city, this was the figure that's activities had been blamed upon your order. People in their fear of the unknown had attributed this individuals activities to you, they had blamed you for the perfectly executed kills that this killer had carried out. You gripped the handle of the machete that little tighter.

"You didn't answer my question. what are you?"

"You're quite agitated miss, would it not be wise to put down your weapon before you hurt yourself?"

"Answer my question!"

"Very well," he sighed, clearly unimpressed by your attempt to intimidate him. "I am an immortal, we met in the dream world recently, if it wasn't for me you would have fallen victim to the newly transcended dream walkers who's souls pulsed in unison with your own."

"Souls... Pulsed?"

"Like the beating of a heart, you Enlightened can all be identified by fact that you share one soul."

You narrowed your eyes, one foot shifting forward as you assumed a better stance, supporting the weight of the machete as you made certain that you were ready to strike at a moments notice. This wasn't lost on the figure before you, though he merely muttered in reaction. You didn't entirely catch what he had said, though one word stood out in that.

Unwise.

"If we share one soul, then why are you not after my colours, like you were after theirs?"

"You still have your own soul, you still have your own colours. Your own colours are tainted, muddy, they are ugly and not suited to my current work, so you're quite safe right now."

"And... What of my friend, who was in the dream with me?"

"He has no colour."

"What does that mean?"

The figure fell silent, turning to face you as he forced a smile, looking up at you as he seemed to search for words to explain this further. You could see his expression betraying how he wasn't entirely certain himself, how this confused him. He was an immortal killer, a man who's mind was quickly working through the motions of trying to make sense of it.

"I wish I knew, miss. I wish I knew," his words betrayed how while Eurochkoles was an enigma to him, he was one that he hadn't put too much thought into. He was one who Pride had taken barely any notice of beyond having him know that he had been seen, he was one who the church seemed to know more about than they were letting on. He was one who this Jack figure before you had no insight on.

As Jack had no idea who Eurochkoles was, you realised Pride had no idea who Jack was.

Pride hadn't even sensed this immortal, and Pride had always claimed that when it came to it, he was the greatest power in the city. This gave you hope, this told you that pride was flawed, that he was blind to his flaws. If he didn't know about this one, then there were no doubt others that he was unaware of.

"I'm not done with you yet," you snapped as you watched Jack starting to stand, though he paid no heed to the warning your tone was supposed to impart. He merely smiled in response, straightening his waist coat as he breathed deeply, looking up at the night sky.

"I suggest you go home miss, forget what you have seen tonight. It might be better for you not to worry about it, you know?"

"Are you threatening me?" you hissed, lowering the machete as you gripped it with both hands, assuming a stance ready to swipe the blade sideways if he made any sign of moving against you.

"Oh, goodness no. It isn't my style to threaten a lady, besides, do I look like a threat to you, with my knife still sat on the floor like that, and you with such an oversized blade in your hands?"

Everything about him set you on edge, yet he didn't look like much of a fighter. You were unsettled and uncertain and wondering just what you were going to do. Did you question him further, did you press home your advantage and attack him, or did you take heed and travel as far as you could from this gruesome scene?

[dragnar]

One last question before we leave(I doubt we stand a chance in a fight): What were those "transcended", and could we learn to control the dream world the same way?

[Osmosis Jones]

Ask him if he as ever seen Pride. More importantly, ask him if he would be willing to paint with Pride's colour.

[Armok]

Ask him if he as ever seen Pride. More importantly, ask him if he would be willing to paint with Pride's colour.

[rickvoid]

"Paint with Pride's color."

I love the delicious euphemism implicit in that phrase. Ask him.

[Silleh Boy]

Your feet shifted slightly as you edged cautiously away from the figure before you, as he stood there offering nothing more than a friendly smile. It was unnerving to have this figure stood there smiling with clothing flecked with blood, a smear of it across his forehead and his hands and lower arms drenched with gore. He was terrifying, he was a figure that could threaten your very existance should he choose to do so. He was somebody who you didn't understand in the slightest.

How could he have gone for so long without anybody knowing anything about him?

Every fiber of your being told you to turn and run, to get as far away from him as possible. He was a monster, a killer with no remorse, an immortal who was killing people because he liked the colours he could see in them.

You had to stay, just a little longer. You had to ask him just a few more things before you left and hoped that you never ran into him again. You edged back a little further, bringing your blade before you as you pointed it at him, holding it between the two of you as you took a deep breath. You were trying to steady yourself, trying to gather your wits about you to allow you to ask those questions before you turned and fled.

You edged back further.

You could see him waiting patiently for you to speak, you could see that he was fully aware of how you had something on the tip of your tongue that you just couldn't say. Your hands shook now as you did your best to hide how you had lost your nerve, how the only thing that was stopping you from turning and fleeing was the fact you were too afraid to do that.

"You need not worry miss, I mean you no harm. Whatever it is that's troubling you, feel free to ask it," he stated as he casually moved his arms back, his hands clasped behind him.

You took a deep breath, doing your best to regain your composure.

This man terrified you.

"Wh-what do you kn-know about the ones that t-t-transcended?"

"Oh, i'd guess that they managed to eat... It is eating that you people do, to empower yourself isn't it?" Jack paused, shrugging briefly before he continued speaking. "I'd assume they ate something that's nature ties it to the dream world, be it by intent or chance I do not know. Their nature permitted them to exist in the dream world and the waking world at the same time. They are no more now, however."

"Surely y-you know of Pride?" you swallowed as you edged backward once more. The further you were from this man the safer you felt. "C-can you not paint with his... Colours?"

"Paint with the colours of Pride, ah, putting a request for me to kill him with such whimsy. Yes, I am quite capable of taking them from him, yet I have no intent to. His colours are like oil atop water, shimmering with all the colours of the rainbow, yet spoiled and unable to mix. the task I was contracted for currently does not include his... Removal."

As you edged further away the man smiled slightly, his hands drifting from behind his back as he sighed, before he brought one forward, gesturing as he spoke. "Well, if you'll excuse me miss, I must be on my way. The night is not yet over and much work needs to be done on the final solution."

With that he bowed, a sweeping bow that he used as a chance to snatch up his knife.

And then he was gone.

He had vanished right before your eyes, leaving you in an alley way with a horribly butchered body. Hanging around wasn't wise for that reason alone, maybe it would be wise to head back to the guild house now. The question was, did you really want to?

[maxicaxi]

omnomnomnom

[penguify]

No.

[Ochita]

omnomnomnom
No.

[Osmosis Jones]

Don't eat the body. Go back to the guild. We've already met two immortals in one night, that's enough action for anyone. Get some sleep.

[dragnar]

omnomnomnom

No.

Get out of there. Time to return to the guild house.

[rickvoid]

Ho ho. He's working for somebody else. That's a good piece of info to get.

DON'T EAT THE DAMN BODY WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN-

[Silleh Boy]

As you finally gathered your wits again you decided that it was time for you to get out of here, time for you to get far away from this scene. You didn't want to be blamed for it for a start, and you didn't want to give in to the temptation to eat that body, to consume that recently deceased flesh and to sate a growing hunger you could feel within you.

No, you were better than that, you were above resorting to cannibalism like some lowly animal, like some tainted creature. Your body was twisted by the taint it bore, but you were the master of it, you were the one in control, not it. You refused to give in to that hunger that you felt because you couldn't possibly afford to risk losing the humanity that you had recently recovered. Without it, you were no better than the rest of the Enlightened, without it you were no better than one of the things that went bump in the night.

You strode through the night as you made your way back towards the guild house, following the streets that you had travelled along prior. The howl of dogs and the flutter of wings filled your ears, while the occasional low and mournful wail echoed in the distance. The night was at its peak, with all manner of things roaming, searching for those that they could prey upon.

You didn't fear that what went bump in the night, not after an encounter with a man who seemed fully capable of dealing with mortal and immortal alike, as if there was no distinction between them in his eyes. You wondered just who he could have been working for, though there was nothing that came to mind that gave you an idea of what his purpose could be.

He was working for people, he was assisting with their master plan.

It was all so broad that you figured it wasn't worth worrying about right now.

The fluttering and howling of that what roamed the night came close several times as you made your way back towards the more heavily patrolled parts of the city, though you were not accosted in any manner. You wouldn't have cared if you were, after dealing with Jack you would have quite happily taken down any number of Vultures, Cerberus and Banshee's at the same time just to end the night with memories of something slightly less intimidating than he was.

You knew when you reached guild territory again by the sight of green eyes glowing in the darkness, by the sound of heavy metal feet slamming into the paving slabs, by the sight of heavy bronze bodies marching in the gloom. In a way the patrolling mechanical men were no different from the things that went bump in the night. They came out in great numbers at night to haunt the streets, preying on that what was not acceptable in their eyes.

This thought caught you off guard, prompting you to shake your head as you tried to tell yourself they were different, that they were guardians protecting people from that what preyed upon them. It was hard to argue against that alien thoughts point however.

As you reached the guild house you did your best to ensure that you were presentable, ascending the steps before you reached for the doors, swinging them open as you told yourself that you would be happy to get to bed, to get one day closer to Eurochkoles rescue.

You were greeted by the face of a terrified looking receptionist, a bullet whizzing past your head, a muffled cry of suprise as the man realised he had almost shot you. You didn't care if Pride himself had walked in and given them trouble tonight, you weren't standing for this. You marched across the reception hall as you ignored the babbled apologies from the man, your fingers curling in his hair as your expression betrayed how deeply annoyed you were right now.

The sound of his head slamming into the desk rang out five times before your fingers uncurled from his hair, while he sobbed as he sank out of sight behind the desk.

With a huff you marched from the reception hall and towards your room, you were far from happy that your night just had to throw one last incident your way. At least tomorrow was another day, though the question was, just how did you plan to spend tomorrow?

[RAM]

Eurocles being the source of the enlightened is starting to look like a possibility again. The enlightened all have the same soul, and euro has no colour, which seems to be synonymous with soul, and apparently shouldn't have been reborn yet. If the soul is still in use it may explain why they shouldn't have been reborn. Being reborn may explain why the enlightened don't think he is their god. And it would explain where the enlightened's extra soul came from...

Tomorrow we will study the mechanical men, see if they have any prototype wearable models we could borrow...
Nevermind, I think that the Clockworkers assemble the automatons, and we want to avoid them, they are the creepy homicidal branch of the defenders of normal humans. But research how the machines identify their targets, it must be a fairly common point of curiosity as to how they decide that humans are not valid targets...

[cerapa]

Maybe our colours were used for painting? We were pretty close to becoming gods and we might be too hard to contain and are slowly getting out, that could be why we get those bursts of extra power. The colours could be present, but simply in another place.

Anyway, find out stuff about the mechanical men.