Otherworld RP

[AcrylicHero]

Darren coughed and spluttered as he too his time getting back to his feet, keeping an eye on the direction of the mob. Whoever lady luck was, he was godamn determined to punch her in the face one day. This oaf that happened to walk by managed to single him out and was in Darren's opinion almost certainly a bit of a violent nutjob.
If Darren opened his mouth again, it'd probably result in him getting punched in the face. A straight fight would probably also end in him getting punched in the face seeing that the bloke in front of him was clearly in the lead in the physical department, and he didn't have a clue what his gifts were. Fortunately for Darren he didn't have to bother thinking of an exit strategy as he heard the words
"What do you think you're doing?"
He quickly glanced and behold lady luck wasn't such a ***** afterall. As Candouras engaged Sydney Darren was quick to interject
"Mate don't believe this tosser! I wasn't doing anythin but followin that mob and this geezer fire a round of questions at me and just knocked me to the ground! You saw that right?"

 

[BloodyThoughts]

"Your lies are terrible. I do admit I went to the extreme, but call me a tosser again, and I will rip out your intestines. Oh, and answer my questions next time, instead of going off in some tangent like I was going to kill you. I was just asking some questions. Now when I think of you, I think paranoid." He gave Darren a dirt look. "In the end, we both started this. But now I want to conclude it. I am going to do that by getting the answers I want. So, are you up for it now? Or do you want to be hurt more? Your choice, and remember I don't want to harm an asshole like you."

 

[LilGherkin]

Sydney lowered his hand and placed it back on his side clutching his ribs, and began to address the mans questions.

"The names Sydney, and unlike you I care about the laws- well atleast when there were laws, when I was alive. And all I know is that something appeared, it destroyed my money and that whatever is at the head of that mob either knows something about it or is responsible for it. So I suggest you stop beating on those who know nothing and get to the front of that mob and find out what's going on." Sydney's words were growing more separated from each other and his vision began to blur from the pain he was experiencing. He felt himself losing control of his actions. He felt blood pooling around a gash he hadn't noticed till now.

Sydney than turned around quickly from the man trying to find his way back to the wall he was leaning against before collapsing in the gutter once more.

 

[NimbleJack3]

Running after the mob and their target of choice, Edward weaved through alleyways and shortcuts. He drew his small sword, eventually ending up just in front of the mob. Just at the pursued man ran past, Ed grabbed him and whirled him into the alley, wakazashi at his throat and hand over his mouth. "If you desire to avoid being lynched, you will not make a sound. Okay?" The wakazashi sharpened as as the man watched, matching Edward's sharp intent.

 

[BloodyThoughts]

"Your hurt." Said Candouras. " You need to get to someone that can help you. I am sorry for keeping you busy." Candouras grabbed Sydneys hand and helped him up. "Now go, I got what I wanted, you to. Im done." Candouras started to run towards the mob.

 

[AcrylicHero]

Spoiler: ooc

Isnt sydney a dude?

 

[LilGherkin]

Spoiler: OOC

Woah, Sydney's an androgynous name. In this case it is a guy's name.

 

[BloodyThoughts]

Spoiler: OOC

Ok then I just fixed my post, now back to the RP.

 

[FeralPhantom]

Connor sarcastically twists two fingers at the corner of his mouth and pretends to toss away the key. After a few seconds the mob runs past and Connor lightly pushes Edward off of him, "Thanks gent, you'd think I'd punt kicked a baby the way they reacted." Connor pulls out his flask and takes a swig, "Whiskey?" He says and offers the flask to Edward.

 

[AcrylicHero]

Darren dusted himself off, and looked towards the direction the mob and Candouras ran off to.
"Feckin' oaf and a tosser. Who does he think he is and how the bleedin hell am I gotta sort this shit."
He muttered to himself as he now took his attention from the mob to Sydney. His original plan to follow the mob was now thrown down the gutter. He really wanted to avoid this exact kind of confrontation today, and he had a gut feeling that pursueing the mob would only result in a happy union of a thug's fist to his face. Speaking of gutters there was this pressing issue of the barely conscious man in front of him. Normally Darren would've had no hesitation in leaving him here, but one thing he learnt in death was that karma was a *****, much like lady luck. He reckoned he owed this guy exactly half a favour.
Darren grabbed one of Sydney's arms in an effort to sling it over his shoulder to drag him to anywhere that resembled a functioning clinic or a doctor.
"C'mon lad stay with me. I ain't no doctor but you definitely need one."
Darren also kept his eye out for the location of a wallet. He wasn't a bloody charity after all.

 

[BloodyThoughts]

Candouras approached Connor, and asked. "Hey buddy, what the fuck is going on around here! I just had to go around an angry mob of people, ready to tear off anyone who is near them's head off, and got into a bit of trouble by some asshole who got paranoid when I asked him a couple questions. Now, I want conclusion. Tell me what just happened!" Candouras then took a breathe, looking Connor right in the Eye.
"and this time, I don't want to resort to violence to get what I wanted. I expect to get the answers I want."

 

[FeralPhantom]

Spoiler: OOC

You do understand Connor and Edward where hiding right?

Connor sighs and puts his flask away, "Okay one, intimidation only gets you so far meathead, two, I've seen some screwed up shit in this world so if you think you scare me you have another thing coming, and three, you can wait in line for your answers like all the other people looking to tear my throat out." says while nodding his head in the direction of the mob, "For now, the three of us can look for a nice safe place to discuss matters, as just by consorting with me you've given the angry masses a reason to rip you apart as well." Connor turns on his heels and starts down the alley, "Now come on, I know a grumpy old man that will keep us safe."

 

[NimbleJack3]

"Yes please," replied Edward, and he took the bottle "Cheers, and all that." He took both a draught of the cheap whiskey and a proper look at his current state. His hat had been lost somewhere during the chase, his coat was in rags and tatters and his shirt was split open where he had drawn his sword. His mental state was not much better, the whiskey only slightly softening the sharp pains from his ribs, back and legs. Ed's face was a monstrosity, the soot and dirt from the explosion streaking his face and turning it into a nightmarish visage. "I think I'm going to need a doctor." he mumbled, sinking to the ground.

EDIT:

Spoiler: OOC

Oh damn, ninja'd. Shall we assume I reply to your offer of whiskey first, then you talk, then I collapse?

 

[BloodyThoughts]

Spoiler: OOC

They were. Damn me and my tiredness!

Candouras goes back to the Mob. "If anyone of you lay a single hand on me I will kill you!" He then walked past the mob pushing anyone near him down onto the ground. When he got out he went back into the alley he came from and hid.
"God dammit, I am sick of getting fucked over by these idiots." Candouras said under his breathe, kicking a trash can over. He took out a cigarette, put it in between his lips, and lit it, hoping to calm himself down.

 

[NimbleJack3]

Spoiler: OOC

Aaargh! This is confusing. Did Candouras find me and Connor or not?

 

[BloodyThoughts]

Spoiler: OOC

AARGH! your right this is confusing, lets just say he did and go home happy.

 

[Azraellod]

Spoiler: OOC

...damn. If this sort of thing keeps up, I may need to become nocturnal.

It was a shame really. Just as Armion had reached a suitable position to observe the beast, it had attacked the man on it's spine and run off at a speed he would never be able to imitate... well, not unless it was pitch black anyway.

He paused for a moment, and thought about what he'd seen of it. The only word he could think of to describe it's appearance was Dryad, a word he had frequently encountered in his searching for his missing time...

The book!

Oh shit. He still had it didn't he. Well, now there was no way he was going back there for a while. He could just go there later, and slip it back then. After all, it probably wouldn't be missed for a while, as not many here in the Otherworld could read satanic runes.

He hesitated for a moment. That creature was worth some research, and there was more then one library here. If he could convince that librarian to look for a book on mythical creatures, he might be able to find out more.

Armion lowered his umbrella, turned, and started to walk back through the trail of destruction.

 

[tetron]

Spoiler: ooc

Looks like I missed out on quite a bit lol well at least it wasn't anything too big. I'll try to be here next time the RP gets moving like that again.

Leon had made his way back to where most of the action was going on, staying on rooftops to avoid the mess below, where he observed the events unfold before pegging connor as a major factor in the recent chaos. As the mob seemed to grow more unruly, with in-fighting starting to break out, Leon decided it may be best to keep this from going too far. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe, putting himself in a calm and soothed state, and then impressed his own emotions onto the crowd below. It wasn't going to override the anger but everyone would certainly feel a calm come over them that would at least clash with their anger enough to make them act rationally.

Leon exhaled and shook his head before turning to find connor again. A quick teleport later and he was walking along the edge of the rooftop overlooking the alley that connor was walking down. As far as Leon could tell connor was worried and a little confused, clearly not the direct cause of this but the man was too collected to not have any idea what had just happened.

 

[FeralPhantom]

Connor drops down next to Edward and checks his wounds, they were pretty bad, he definitely needed a healer. "Oi, Meathead, help me out here the mans about to pass out." Connor drapes one of Edward's arms over his shoulder and helps him to his feet. Candouras helps hold him up from the other side and the trio head off in search of help. "Over here, the old man is bound to know some healing magic." Connor points towards the library he was in earlier that day and helps helps Edward up the front steps. Connor pushes the door open and leaves Edward with Condouras, "Keep an eye on him Hulkster while I find the old man." Connor quickly ran down the aisles of books until he found The Librarian diligently at work, put back all the books Connor had had him find for him, "Oi, Bag of Bones, I could use your help up here at the front."

The Librarian groans and follows Connor to the front were Edward and Candouras are waiting, "I'm not a healer you pompous, bat-winged pile of cr-" The Librarian is cut short by a bundle of white bills being dropped at his feet, "Of course, I may know a thing or two." The Librarian crouches beside Edward and places a hand on his chest, mutters a few words, and his hand glows with a white light. "There, thats the best I have. Hes still not at one hundred percent, but he'll live." Connor thanks The Librarian and pulls up a chair from a nearby table, he pulls out his flask and takes a swig, then throws it over to Edward, "I believe this is the meet and greet part. My name is Connor, last name unimportant, I was working as a mercenary for some crazy old bastard before all this went down. This is were you tell me your names."

 

[sage42]

Spoiler

Okay time for a catch up post. Don't worry I'll make sure that it doesn't interfere with any previous post.

Brandon watched as the anger in the mob died down a little. He relised that the man they were chasing was no longer in front of the mob. Looking around he noticed the man the mob had chased was heading back towards the Libray carrying a man. Brandon decided to follow and caught up just in time to catch the mans name.

"My name is Connor, last name unimportant, I was working as a mercenary for some crazy old bastard before all this went down. This is were you tell me your names." He said

"Well seeing as I'm actually new to this small group here I'll go first. The name's Brandon."

Spoiler

Hope this is okay. I would have posted sooner but sleep and the superbowl prevented me.