Apparently there were no questions for Thanatos for now. The rest of the group seemed to turn towards Armion, the only one left in the vicinity who wasn't injured, unconscious, or the librarian. Thoughts ran quickly through Armion's head.
Why would they include me? I only walked in here to get a book and do a bit of research on that creature.
Oh, whatever. They seem to be doing research on it as well, they seem to know stuff I don't, and it's not like it can hurt to join them, at least temporarily.
Sydney laid there on his makeshift dolly. His vision was blurred from the blood loss, and his mind seemed distant from his body. The strange sensation he had felt once before, death, was trying to come at him once again not content with only passing him once. Sydney grew worried If this is the afterlife, what happens if I die again? he thought to himself. His mind flashed back to June 22nd of 1894, the day he died.
Sydney sat there at his desk writing out documents by candlelight in his chair occasionally putting his right arm behind himself and rattling the jail cell waking up, Oakly, the outlaw leader. Oakly was reserved that night unlike the past three he had spent in that same cell, grinning with glee every now and then.
"What do you think you're smiling about, there?" Sydney asked. Oakly rose up from the bed and pressed his face against the bars. As he drew breath, Sydney, had already regretted asking the question.
"I'm just thinking 'bout how we're so much alike Mr. Freeman," Sydney's face turned to one of disgust upon hearing the comment, looking Oakly in the eyes.
Sydney's tone grew dark as he began to speak, "We're nothing alike." Sydney rattled the jail cell once more. "And this is how I know we're not alike, because I'm out here, and you're in there. I hope you're ready for the gallows tomorrow." Oakly chuckled and reached his arm through the bar grabbing the coat tails of Sydney's duster.
"Think of just how low you sunk these past months trying to find me, that woman you killed in the Cantina, the child you abandoned to chase me down, the outlaw you worked with to find me, that man you gunned down who stood in your way to me because he didn't want any bloodshed. Your actions only make me wonder why you didn't fire off that second chamber and take me down." Sydney, lashed out against, Oakly, quickly gripping Oakly's hand that he had attached to the duster and smashed it against one of the bars.
"Let's just say the public could use a good show, and I like my shows with company. Guess you could say we wanna see you at the end of your rope." Sydney let out an overemphasized laugh, and slapped his knee.
The door to the building knocked, Sydney, turned around to open it up. A man roughly the same height as Sydney with blond hair stood on the front step tipping his hat in salutation. Sydney could hardly see the man against the night sky. He quickly invited him in.
Sydney went in for a hug and patted the man on the back. "Joe you slick son of a *****." He let go of Joe turning to the bag of money he had sitting out on his desk. "As we promised here's your payment for helping me turn the tables on this son of a *****," Sydney said pointing back over to Oakly. Sydney sat down in his chair once more going back to the reports he was filling out. Joe still stood there looking as dark and ominous as he always had. "Can I help you, Joe?" Sydney quickly turned his attention back to his paper, lifting his head up only once more upon hearing the hammer to Joe's gun pull back. Joe moved over to the table taking the keys to the jail cell from the table. He kept his gun trained on Sydney moving over to the jail cell and opening it up. He walked back to the door, Sydney didn't care anymore about Oakly, or what he would do once he was free, he was too afraid right now, too outraged, too hurt.
"Jo-," Sydney was cut out mid sentence as Oakly had bashed his head against the table knocking him out. Sydney awake hours later tied down to his favorite chair seeing sunlight way off in the distance. As he sat there trying to undo his bonds he could only smell alcohol, and hear the sound of a lighting match, and Oakly's painful voice ringing in his ears.
"I guess this what I would call a trial by fire," Oakly imitated the same fake knee-jerk reaction Sydney had done earlier. As he walked out the door he threw a knife down to the floorboards landing it upright. The door shut- Sydney starred at the bottom of the door in fear as a lit match slid underneath it. The trail of alcohol set out had made a nice ring of fire around Sydney and began closing in. Sydney quickly collapsed the chair to the ground shattering on impact. He began reaching the ropes to the knife and sawing against it. Within moments his hands were free and he began undoing the rest of his restraints. Sydney wasn't concentrating on the thought of living right now, only the burning hatred left by revenge. When the bonds came off Sydney began running for the door, ignoring the inferno that was now engulfing his clothes and his body. As he reached out to the door and kicked it down the frame buckled in and the entire face wall collapsed.
Only this time the door hadn't crushed like it did last time, and he felt a strange sensation throughout his body. He didn't spend 3 minutes underneath that wreckage. Time had frozen in place over the quaint town with sun just now starting to peek out from over the horizon. Sydney once again felt movement as his actions began going in reverse. The frame of the house repaired itself, the bonds were back on his wrists, the fire had wound down and quelled, the match had pulled out of the doorway. The rewind had stopped to just moments before all of that, it had stopped on the moment Sydney had stared down Joe one last time with the fire of revenge burning in his heart.
Sydney's eyes opened with a cold sweat through his body as he had now found himself once more on the library table. He looked over at the old man tending to his wounds and the old man looked back at him faintly smiling. He lowered his head back onto the makeshift book pillow listening in on the conversations going around him as everyone had introduced themselves. He tuned them out now, paying attention to the window looking at the smoke that had filled the city along whatever path of destruction was being torn through it, and thought back once more to the burning desire of revenge he felt while inside his own memories. Sydney gently pushed the old man aside and sat upright on the table adjusting his hat and looking back to the group as they stared on in awkward silence.
"I'd like to thank all of you for helping me out back then, my name is Sydney, and I want to know what exactly is happening here."
Sorry for the wall of text, but I'm probably not going to be around a computer for the next 3 days so I thought I'd try to give this a little something
Lokin rode as fast as he could till the library stairs where near in sight. Lokin dismounted and placed his hand on Adrin. The bear made a small growl, and disintegrated into nothingness. His eyes blazing, Lokin stormed up the stairs, shoving his way through the crowds. Finally, he reached the doors of the library, and with a hard shove, opened the doors of the library. Looking around, he saw a huge, domed building with rows and rows of bookshelves lined up, with a large variety of people littering the rows, reading. He swiftly walked to the nearest person, an old man in robes sitting at a desk. His mind was buried in the book below him. "You!" he said, pointing at the man. Lokin reached into his pocket and withdrew a few paper slips, dropping them on the table. "Are you a librarian here?" briskly asked Lokin, startling the old man and making his glasses fall to the desk. "Yes... do you require something?" asked the man, obviously annoyed by Lokin's rudeness. "What happened to the city?" the old man sniffed, and said "well, something attacked... obviously. As for what attacked, I have no idea. If you want to check out a bestiary, be my guest, they are over there, third aisle to the left. If you wish to know, seek answers there" explained the old man, swiping the bills off the desk to his lap. "Thanks" replied Lokin, turning and walking to the aisle.
o ya umm i added a librarian sorry- i thought it was resonable to have more than one...
"Peaches and bloody cream! Now that we're all acquainted let just state again for the newcomers, we don't really know what happened either, and that's what we're going to find out once the mobs clear out." Connor gets up and peeks out a window, "Which seems to be happening sooner than later, the crowds are finally going home. So everyone ready up, will head out in oh.........twenty minutes or so, that should be plenty of time for this mess to clear up." Connor hands his flask to Sydney, "Drink up Jesse James, I'd rather have drunk cowboy on my side than a slightly pissed off injured one."
Alrighty people, we're almost there. Either tomorrow or later tonight will start the actual story and FINALLY get out of the damn library.
Lokin walked to the aisle, and looked about it. towards the end of the row, a group stood in a circle. Lokin obseved the funny looking group composed of what appered to him as an upright dog, a few seeming regular men and a child. they where talking to one another, one man was asleep on a desk behind them, head laying on a book, large cuts being seemed together with a white glow emmited by the hands of who Lokin recodnised as the librarian. Lokin ignored them and looked up the shelf, looking for a bestiary. A ragged thick brown book caught his eye, and he pulled it down to read it- its' name was printed in large letters in gold across the cover: 'Alex Goldmnan's encyclopedia of creatures'. he kneeled and laid the book opened on his knee as he shifted through the pages quickly. Images of great beasts and monsters flashed before his eyes as he flipped past their pages, from dragons to Wolfkin, nothing seemed plausible to be the culprit. He thought of the great blur he had seen from the front of the bar, and thought of asking anyone if they had seen the thing up close. looking left, he saw the group of people. He stood up and walked to them, book in hand, and asked towards them; "ey, people, did anyone here see that thing that attacked the town earlier?" as he stood by the group.
hey feral can we make player-controlled monsters? I was bored in class today and designed one... ill post the char pls tell me yaz/naz- and sorry if i forgot anybody standig in the group it was kinda hard to keep track of lol
What? Is that supposed to be the main group? Your account seems to contradict it in places, and yet I cant see any other reason why you'd stop there, except perhaps for dramatic effect.
Name: jack goldson aka the Plauge Reaper (player controlled monster)
Age: 39 (Years in Otherworld- at least 100)
Appearance: wears an ebony plauge doctors bird mask and a hooded cloak at all times. beak of mask on hindge and can be opened on command. looking into eyes or open mouth of mask reaveales only darkness. Mask engraved around beak to look like teeth, and around eyes with blood to look like crying. mouth spews whiffs of green smoke (http://www.ecsdesignvfx.com/blog/thePlagueDoc.jpg great example, just to let you know i made char b4 finding picture ). body rarely seen, but he has no hair, his eyes are black when using gifts and blank regularly. black tounge, stained teeth. Shivers when out of cloak/ mask, smells of death.
Gifts:
1.'reapers breath'- opens the beak of his mask and breathes, or rather vomits, a thick green smoke of condenced plauge onto his victims. DoT.
2. can raise the dead he has killed, but only 1 at a time, and if undead killed cannot be re-risin.
Weapon:
'The Widower'- a long, slim dagger with the engraving of a black widow. Used for stealthy kills.
'The Bonecutter'- a mix of a meat cleaver and a bonesaw. used for violent hand to hand combat.
'Black Fire'- an oil lamp that spews black, foglike, concealing smoke. aquired from a duel with jack the ripper.
History:
the plauge reaper was a doctor around the 1800's in europe, during the black plauge. the sight of the death and destruction of his friends and family around him drew him near to madness, snapping it completely when his mother died. he went on a killing spree, masked as a doctor, he killed his paitients with his weapons of choice; an operating knife and and bonesaw. Eventually, he was hunted down and killed, and being insane, was given a place in the otherworld because he was not truely evil nor innocent. There, he spent most of his days in a crazed madness killing in the savage district.
The Scholar District is known for having LOTS of libraries and The Librarian will find any book you want.......at the right price
The Librarian grunts, "Bestiaries are over their," he points towards where the newcomer is kneeling, "Now if you people don't mind I have wo-" Connor throws another bundle of bills at The Librarian,"-rk to do, damn it Connor for once can you not literally throw your money around?" The Librarian grabs the money and shuffles over towards the shelves and grabs a small book bound in red leather and hands it to Armion, "Any useful information about dryads is in this book." and with that The Librarian quickly leaves so he can't get sucked into another ordeal with the group.
Connor looks out the window again to check on the situation in the streets, "Alright kiddies, the people are heading home, lets get going while theirs still daylight." Connor then turns to the new guy, "If your looking for answers on the monster, you may as well come with us Snowball."
--one boring travel sequence later--
The group finds themselves before the ruined remains of the building that had once been the home of Connor's former employer, no nothing more than pile rubble acting as the starting point for a wave of destruction stretching as far as the eye can see. "Okay lady and gents, fan out and search the ruins for anything that could be important, or something shiny."
Okay, here just shift through the ruins and "stumble upon" a useful item or two, once everyone has had their go the evidence will pop up and we can be on our way
Brandon began searching the rubble of what looked to be and old gun cabinet. after a few minutes he found a long barreled revolver. "Neat." he said examining the gun. It was still in good condition and it was loaded. He began searching for more ammo and found a full box still in good shape. "Cool, I'll save this for later." He said picking up the holster for the gun, and strapping it on.
The gun in question.
No it's not supposed to be the ultimate gun just the bullets are stronger than the 9mm Brandon is carrying now.
Rachael followed brandon around, like a baby of course clinging to any sort of family, She walks up beside him searching around and found a large knife in the gun cabinet, "Now thats a knife!" She dropped the barbers razor and picked up the large knife.
Sorry for not posting school has made it almost impossible
Thanatos raised an eyebrow when he saw Rachael pick up the knife. "Careful. Don't kill yourself with that thing, I don't think there's a life after this one. I think this place is your last chance." He picked up a gauntlet and read the note that was hastily scrawled on a piece of parchment near it. Tremor Gauntlet It read. A small, claw like device who's sole purpose is to amplify power. Thanatos shrugged. "Seems interesting. I think I'll keep it.
Leon walked among the rubble, kicking aside the occasional stone, his feet seemingly unaffected by the rough environment. He looked around at everyone going through stuff and finding varios items. He already knew he had no interest in anything here and began to wonder about the monster. From what he had heard that beast had been born of some strange concoction. He reached down to touch his cargo pocket, checking that the tissue sample he had collected from the beast earlier was still safe in its vial.
It was then, out of the corner of his eye, that he noticed an unnatural glint of light from under some rubble. He walked over and crouched down before carefully moving the debris away from the object. After a few minutes of carefully digging Leon stood up with a small music box in his hand. It appeared to be made of gold and set on a crystalline base but other than that nothing remarkable about it. He wound the music box up and watched it intently. The music box began playing a slow eerie melody that filled the air in an unnatural way. The gold of the cylinder reflecting onto the crystal which sparkled a different color for each note. The song ended and Leon closed the music box, putting the long black chain around his neck before placing it in his shirt. Without a word he contined to walk through the debris.
Sydney stared at the building now only 3 feet tall and composed of shattered stone and broken furniture. He pushed stone slabs aside kicking up dust finding nothing of interest. He moved over to the other side of the house and started his search again. After not finding anything important he called out,
"As bad as this sounds,-" Sydney paused. "I can't remember what it is we're supposed to be looking for."
Connor called back, but Sydney couldn't see him through the dust he had been kicking up from pushing debris aside. "We're looking for any sort of lead as to what the hell happened."
"Right," Sydney said. He turned over a few more rocks, he came across a mostly burnt book, the text inside of it was hard to make out and had a clear hole going though the entire thing from what looked like a bullet hole. He tossed the book over to Connor.
Stumbling around the ruins of ground zero, Edward nursed his aching ribs. Whatever the Librarian had done to fix him up had disagreed with the hole in his stomach. He sat down heavily on what looked like a piece of roof and lay back, looking at the sky. If that damned monster hadn't blown up half the street and his package, he would still be employed.
Okay, I'll post the second half in about 20 hours. I've gotta sleep now. Night all.
Armion wandered around the ruins, not really interested in what they had on display. He had serious doubts that anything found here would be useful in terms of finding about that creature, and was only staying here on the off-chance.
He poked through some of the rubble with the end of one of his umbrellas, and paused. Something seemed to glint under it in a way that warranted his attention. He crouched down, and cleared away some of the rubble, and pulled out a broken shard of mirror.
It was disappointing, but something compelled him to slip it into the pocket of his robe. He somehow didn't feel that this was stealing, that this was allowable. After all, the owner was probably dead, and the shard was broken anyway, so there was no harm done anywhere.
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). body rarely seen, but he has no hair, his eyes are black when using gifts and blank regularly. black tounge, stained teeth. Shivers when out of cloak/ mask, smells of death. 
