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    Now Who Put This Here?

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    Now Who Put This Here?

    Post by Nessa on Sat Jun 20, 2015 10:11 pm

    JUNE 21 ; 12:00AM



    Nessa sighs deeply, her hands trembling as she turns away from the mirror in the abandoned living quarters in the slums of the ghetto. Her clothing is dark: black jeans, boots, and a leather zip up jacket. The Piper's hair tied back with her crimson scarf. Nessa quickly goes over her checklist of things on her person, Carnwennan - check, Flute - check... family...? The immortal humani closes her eyes and reaches out with her bloodred aura. Suzanne... the original 150 are all here... and there is the grate to the sewer which holds back the entirety of the vermin she has corralled since coming here... yes. Everything is ready. Getting it ready took effort, but nothing she's not willing to do for a good pay out.

    A mercenary of sorts needs to make a living of sorts.

    Nessa's army of mischief feels their Mother's intent and moves out, each one of the rats coming out of her home shrouding themselves before running out into the streets. Nessa slips out a pair of aviator sunglasses and places them on her face, walking out into the streets from the tattered building.

    There it is again... she feels watched. She chuckles. Cameras aren't the easiest thing to find... but never underestimate the power of vermin. If anything, the scavenger animals are thorough in finding their quarry. Nessa puts her hand in her jacket pocket, Carnwennan residing within it, and her aura becomes unnoticeable. Spreading thin the power, she taps into each of the hundreds of minds of the Family...

    They are everywhere, climbing the most impossible of heights, skittering across telephone lines high in the air, and scouring the sewers with grabbing claws and invasive noses.

    As the night wears on, and Nessa continues her walk toward the center of the Outer District. Her red glowing eyes hidden behind her sunglasses, and her spiderwebbing aura hidden from the eyes of the public. It's late, but each of the hoodlums around her find her... less than appealing. Not looking her way at all, forgetting she is there.

    A feeling in the nape of her neck makes her smile. Oh... they found one. No two! Five? Oh goodness me, they are doing so well.

    Eventually, the scouring pulls results. Each rat climbing walls, scaling buildings, and squeezing into the tightest of spaces to set their shrouded haunches down to mark the location.

    Fear better not be late. However... he is an officer of the Law. She should expect him to be early.

    As the digital watch on her right wrist clicks to twelve, Nessa pools some of her aura under her feet, lifting herself to the top of another apartment complex. She's done her part...

    Now for the fun to begin.

    Her shroud lowers, and she sits on the ledge of the five story building, swinging her feet like a small child.

    "Well that was fun, and a bit too easy. This seems like it was meant to happen." She laughs aloud on top of the roof, so many times traps have been laid out for her...

    Scare tactics, in a literal sense.


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    Re: Now Who Put This Here?

    Post by Fear on Sat Jun 20, 2015 11:18 pm

    What is several hundred times four?

    Tiny rodent minds, tiny rodent feet; they swarmed and the earth trembled. Their tenacious thoughts were more than enough to trace. White noise, it was called. One, two, three... four, five, six... All the lovely eggs in one single basket. Foolish, and perhaps a tad naive, but this was only the first course. Beneath the scent of blood and vermin did the underworld stir, shadowy figures fast at play. Listen, now, as the downtrodden inherit the kingdom...

    It was slow at first. Slow, like the lethargic beating of an old drum. The concrete beat infected one sector and then the next, sleepy thoughts woven into strands of mindless aggravation.

    Something was here.

    Something was here in their city.

    Block after dilapidated block awoke in a frenzy, bodies teeming out from their chambers like ants marching to war. Except they didn't march and this wasn't war; they ran, they shouted, they demanded blood. They were going to play the game. The game that compelled them into this craze, this senseless hollering for an invisible enemy. Bats were grabbed, pipes brandished, guns were fired, and the Outer District became their battleground. The throng of bodies dispersed like coordinated soldiers, tearing into the still night. Unseen hands pulled at strings and they unwittingly obeyed.

    Can you hear it?

    Can you hear the concrete beat?

    Hooded thugs and rebellious youths poured into the sewers, their feet noisily splashing in the calf-high waste. They heard it. They heard the beat and it demanded blood.

    Blood, for the one who so brazenly set the game in motion.

    It wasn't hard to find what they sought; a winking light, the reflection off an unblinking lens... Helpless eyes for greedy hands, helpless eyes that saw no more. They were plucked from their sockets and carried away, several pawns lost on the board. The same was true elsewhere, as masked knights leaped over enemy pieces to capture the prizes in waiting. Five more, five less. The balance was beginning to shift.

    It was done. It was finished! The hooligans ran into the center of a large boulevard, triumph in their maddened shouts. No more eyes, no more eyes! Down with the Man!

    And so it was decreed.

    Celebration was in order and the raucous degenerates hastily erected a sloppy pile of wood and plastics. Down with the Man, down with the Man!, they chanted over and over. One of them, their face covered by the grim image of a skull, withdraw a lighter. Burn them, burn them, burn them! Instigated by their howling brethren and the beat as loud as ever, their head threatening to split, they lit a Molotov cocktail and roared an incomprehensible tribute to victory. With a joyous shout the weapon was thrown... thrown onto the flammable pile, and a great flame surged with life. An angry orange consumed the boulevard and within its furious crackles was a command.

    Burn, burn, burn!

    Yes, burn.

    One-by-one were the eyes thrown into the beckoning fire's glow, and one-by-one did they steadily melt into unrecognizable slag. Glass shattered and batteries erupted. No more, no more, no more! No more eyes, no more Man! This was their city, this was their land!

    They danced madly around the fire as if possessed by the Devil himself, heads thrown back and pistols discharged with wild abandon. The concrete beat was louder than ever, their minds throbbing, their bodies swaying. Our city, our city, they continued to chant.

    Yes, your city.

    A pity that you would not live long to cherish it much further.

    And then... it stopped.

    Silence.

    Confusion spread throughout the irritated masses, their thoughts slowly clearing. Where had the beat gone? Why were they here? Dazed, they looked at their ragtag neighbours and ceased to dance. It was almost as if someone had snapped their fingers.



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    Re: Now Who Put This Here?

    Post by Nessa on Sun Jun 21, 2015 9:52 pm

    The world trembles under the Piper's haunches.

    Looks like he is on time after all.

    The swell of the rhythm is felt in her core, her arm hairs standing up on end as the sound of a thousand hearts beating as one angry mob echoes out from the Outer District. This is quite the turn out for the Judge, his ability to manipulate the humani mind is terrifying in the least. The Piper's hands wring out in front of her as her legs stop and stiffen against the brick wall of the building she is sitting atop.

    And then the hunt begins. The game is afoot.

    The Immortal jumps down from her perch, landing with more grace than any humani should. As the crowd gathers their weapons and begins finding each of the cameras, the Piper hoots and hollers along with the crowds in triumph. She keeps her small legs pumping to keep up with the mercilessly berserked people, blending in and disappearing if any other tries to recognize her. Nessa's aura flares with life, the smell of blood appearing but to the rest of the crowd, nothing is amiss. They are hypnotized by the hatred that now grips their minds like a large snake has their prey. Nessa smiles dangerously at that thought, oh so many weak minded. Not the healthiest to consume... but a good payout nonetheless.

    The motley assortment finally collects the evil little eyes of the Man, and in a cult like fashion, they set it ablaze and let loose their triumphant war cry.

    And soon after, mass delirium. The peoples of the Outer District look around confused and scared, their minds hazy and unprotected...

    In the darkness of each alley surrounding the boulevard, thousands of pairs of red eyes crowd the shadows. Their hissing mouths splatter the ground with drool at the promise of a feast. Mother ordered take out tonight, lets not let her investment go to waste...

    Nessa, amidst the crowd, transforms herself into a small child once again, a boy in a bowler hat with leather jacket and tattered jeans wrapped around his body.

    Flicking her wrist, she brings the flute to her mouth, a shrill trilling of two notes sounding her command.

    The peoples wince and cry out in surprise, not sure from where the sound came. But the next sound, the sound of screeching vermin ripping into the flesh of those around the boulevard, they know exactly where that is coming from.

    They are surrounded.

    Rats the size of wolves to rats no bigger than mice flood the area, devouring all but a choice few in naught but a minute. The others, still slightly chewed upon, get dragged into the darkness in a shocked stupor. Insects swarm the area and pick clean any leftovers and sting with poisoned barbs those thinking they had escaped, only to have the mischief consume yet another.

    After all was said and done, the small boy in a bowler hat skips forward, smiling toward the eyes that are trained on him...

    Nessa always knows when she's being watched.

    And with that, the small boy skips into the darkness and is gone from sight. What a successful night.
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    Re: Now Who Put This Here?

    Post by Bloodscream on Sun Jun 21, 2015 10:44 pm

    Sleepless nights piling on top of sleepless nights. The mercenary had not known peace for over two years now, and the last several months had been almost too quiet. A storm was coming, he could feel it, the pressure beneath their feet was boiling high and it would only be a matter of time before the thin thread of tension broke. He knew it. He just knew it.

    Bloodscream watched as one after another the cameras went out in the ghetto. Some destroyed by practically invisible creatures, only the faintest wisps of fur to be spotted. Rats? Others were smashed to pieces by the heavy weight of pipes. One after another his eyes went out and he was blinded.

    Calmly, he began his work, sending out four private messages, each specifically encrypted for protection. Then he set to the task of backing up all the information they had. Once more it was off, sent far away to only one who could be responsible for it. And with everything taken care of he deleted it all. If something were to happen tonight the facility would not be compromised, nothing would be found and no one would be able to get in.

    Leaving the club and shutting the door behind him Bloodscream inputted the final code, locking everything down and everyone out. The door would not activate again, not until the moment was right.




    He ascended with the elevator and left out the hidden door, emerging from the shadows as if he had been birthed form them himself. Once loose in the night air the mercenary took off, watching on his small device as the last of his cameras went offline. He destroyed it, leaving the sparking remains, no more tracing that.

    Keeping to the shadows Bloodscream traversed rapidly through the dark underbelly of the city. Upon arriving at the scene he saw the mass of people, staring around blankly as if their spell had just broken. What occurred next was nothing short of horrific, as the people of the outer district were over run by rats of all sizes and consumed.

    Every scrap of flesh was eaten, until only a small child with a flute remained. The child retreated, and the mercenary watched.

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