Otherworld (RP)

[SimpleChimp]

Murphy slowly strolled in out of an alley, by the looks of it he hadn't slept all night. He crossed over to the two familiar men and gave them a crooked smile.

"Apparently. I have night vision. I just wanted to throw that out there. I can see in the dark. Naturally." Murphy had a few days of stubble growing on his face, "Man, i'm starved!"

Remembering what Cross said earlier" . . .sorry. Habit. I'm used to eating in the morning. So i guess. . . i'm not really hungry. . ."

He pondered this for a few seconds before offering his gloved and razor tipped hand

"Names Murphy. Well, thats my surname, but fuck it, sounds better than Charles, right?" he noticed the razor sharp blades at the ends of his fingers and quickly retracted his hand.

 

[Xero Scythe]

"Who are you?" asked Damien. "and what do you want?"

 

[SimpleChimp]

"Well, i'm with the group." He said with the same crooked smile, "And i just introduced myself. But fuck it. Names Murphy, and you would be?"

He freed his fingers from the blades and offered his right hand in greeting.

 

[Azraellod]

The conversation level in the bar then went back to normal, but Sylvester had got the attention of the population. He sipped at his beer (he had never been very good at drinking) for a while, before being approached by a group of about 5 people.

"You aren't Hulian." said one of them that appeared to have the hair from his head fused to the rest of his body somehow. Sylvester found this repulsive. "I knew Hulian, and you aren't him."

"Actually, I am. Like I said, it was my proxy that got killed. Most people just met him. He knew the risks of taking my name when I hired him, but I still feel compelled to get my hands on the man that killed him."

"Bullshit. Hulian wouldn't wear stupid cracked glasses." The man said, reaching out to take them. Sylvester's left arm shot up and caught his wrist, and the man gave a scream of pain.

"I have encountered stronger foes then you nearly daily, which is why I hired a proxy. Don't tempt me to use further means to make you leave me alone." Sylvester said, letting go.

The man stared at Sylvester with an expression of fury (Sylvester made him out to be overconfident from drinking) and grabbed one of the metal stools on next to him. He started to swing it towards Sylvester, who unleashed a bolt of lightening onto it, causing the man to fly back, stunned. The rest of the group seemed a little more level-headed then their friend: they could probably take Sylvester down, but it was not a nice prospect. They picked up their unconscious friend and dragged him away.

Sylvester noticed with a level of satisfaction that the rest of the bar was watching this. Good, he thought, that ought to let word of this spread even quicker to the assassin. I give this 2 days waiting at most.

He asked the barman if there was a place he could spend the night. The bar didn't let people stay apparently, but he was told of a nice bed and breakfast about a street away. He thanked the barman, and left to secure his accommodations there. It was only 1 o'clock, but there was no harm in making certain of lodgings by getting a room earlier on...

 

[Jav3lin]

Alencian arrived at the cemetery and sat down on a small bench there. He watched the city gates and expected people to walk out of it. None came.

I just hope they show up...

Spoiler: OOC

I thought we might want to move onto the main story, else i fear this may die...

 

[sage42]

Brandon walked into the Cemetery District with a bag over his shoulder. He lit a cigarette as he walked to the meeting place. He noticed that there was another person there. "Hey." he said as he sat under a tree and leaned back.

 

[SimpleChimp]

"Well. . . Fine!" Murphy with drew his hand and looked at cross. "Where is the meeting place any way?"

 

[Xero Scythe]

"the cemetary Gates" Damien said gruffly. "Why, do you wish to join us? 'Cause if you don't, i'm leaving." Damien slung the bag over his shoulder, summoned the 13 men under his command, and turned to go.

 

[FeralPhantom]

Spoiler: OOC

sorry for the absence gents, had some shit to do

Connor approaches the meeting place with arms out stretched, an open flask in one hand and three men following that appear to be Spanish conquistadors, "Hello gents, did you miss? Meet Alberto, Carlos, and Enrique, a few mercs I picked up for the journey." The three conquistadors greet the group stand at the ready, awaiting orders. Connor takes a sip from his flask and puts it away within the magic compartment in his jacket then leans in to whisper to the group, "They never came to grips with coming here, they still think they're conquering Latin America for Spain, so if they ask, where going to find Aztecs." Connor turns and waves to the conquistadors while whispering "Crazy bastards" under his breath.

 

[Jav3lin]

Alencian looked at Connor and and then at the spanish gents.

Aztecs??
He asked in a very sarcastic voice with a wide grinning smirk that said 'wow what an idiot'

But before getting an answer or a reply, he noticed some other people were starting to show up.
Let's get this show on the road!

Spoiler: OOC

I'm off, you can play my character, be back tomorrow afternoon darn school

 

[Azraellod]

Sylvester swung back and forth on his massive 5 meter chain. He was outside the entrance to another bar, hoping to draw everyone's attention. He had attached his chain to the guttering system of the bar and been impressed by it's strength, so now he went back and forth like a pendulum. Those who wanted to enter the bar did so quickly to avoid a crash.

Making a spectacle of himself was probably disrespectful to Hulian now he came to think of it, but Sylvester had never cared much about that. He was trying to get hold of the assassin that killed Hulian, and although he wasn't doing it for purposes of revenge, he figured that most people would probably be pleased with what he would do with them.

It was now 4 o'clock. Sylvester had so far had no attempts on his life save for the one by the hairy man in the bar and a man who had emerged drunk from the current bar and had Sylvester crash into his side. The latter was now in a water barrel that Sylvester had found, cooling off or possibly drowned, although Sylvester suspected that one of their mutations might have been gills.

He was musing on this when a man wearing a brown cloak and hood rounded the corner and headed towards the bar. Sylvester glanced at him. He seemed to be wearing something that looked suspiciously similar to what Sylvester had seen the fleeing assassin wearing. It was a fairly light suspicion though. Sylvester had seen 3 other people wearing the same robe in 3 hours, so it could be assumed that it was a common garment to wear.

But at that moment, the man in the cloak fired a block of ice right at Sylvester. His swinging motion saved him, as the ice smashed into the wall right next to him.

Sylvester was surprised. He had been expecting an assassination attempt to come quickly, but not this quickly. He shinned up his chain with a speed that few would have expected thanks to his left arm, and unhooked it from the gutter. The assassin had turned to run. A bolt of lightening might work, but had a low probability of actually hitting the target. Sylvester could not drop down without losing time chasing the assassin. So his only option was to give chase from the rooftops...

Spoiler: OOC

Sorry I keep making these over long posts, but I'm somewhat cut off from the rest of you, so I haven't got anyone to interact with.

 

[SimpleChimp]

"Ello Gents!" Murphy shouted as the group neared the gates. "Who are the statues?" He said pointing to the spaniards.

With a flick of his wrist his blades came down upon his fingers "Want i to carve them up a bit?" he said in a crappy mafia accent.

 

[Azraellod]

Running along the rooftops, trying to follow the assassin, Sylvester also used his left arm to start to coil his chain back up again. He would be needing that if he finally caught up with the assassin. that was a big if though, because this assassin was very, very fast. Sylvester was a good runner, as has already been established, but the gap between them was increasing fast.

An alternative was needed here. Sylvester decided on what was needed, and then stumbled. He lost balance and fell of the roof, just managing to catch onto the edge of the roof with his chain as he fell. He swung back and forth, 2 meters above the ground, and his glasses fell off. He was already gripping the chain with his left arm, and his right arm lacked the reflexes to catch them. They fell to the ground.

The assassin turned, noticing this. He smiled, and started to walk towards Sylvester, who dangled on his chain in apparent helplessness.

"I cant believe I didn't get the real you the first time." he sneered. "You may be smart, but you have less skills then your pathetic proxy."

Sylvester hung his head.

"Besides, you really think you can deal with us? We can wipe the floor with your kind any day." As the man approached, he raised his hand, and started charging a beam of ice. "No matter what you did, you were doomed anyway."

Sylvester looked up at the man, squinting more then usual due to the lack of his glasses. He could still see well enough, but it was giving him a headache.

The man aimed his hand at Sylvester, and shot a beam of ice at him. Sylvester's plan had gone perfectly...

 

[sage42]

Brandon sighed as he turned the page in his book. "No, there here to help us on this. So don't carve up any body unless they try to do the same to you." He said in a monotone voice and lit another cigarette. His last one had gone out a while ago.

 

[SimpleChimp]

"Alright, alright, alright. Just trying to lighten the mood." He sighed "Jesus, shoot a man for a bad joke why doncha."

He pulled himself into a tree using his gorilla arms, and perched like a gargoyle.

"Was i spose to bring more guys with me? Cause i'm kinda knew to this whole thing. . . and yeah. . ."

He noticed the bag at his waist
"Oh yeah, can you guys tell me what this is? Some dude dropped it the other night when he ran out of the cemetery"

He offered out the bag of ground roots and plants. It looked like a salve, or a poison. But it seemed to be missing a key ingredient that unlocked it's potency.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Damien swore. "I know that plant!" He said, pointing at a dark rose. "Get the hell away from that one! it's a Void rose!" Damien dashed over and covered the plant with his arm. the rose turned into black Void, stronger than anything Lier could wield at the time. it ran up his arm and left a black rose imprint on his left shoulder. Damien growled with pain as his arm healed up. "Damn, that could have been messy. i wonder how the plant will effect my powers?"

 

[sage42]

"Well besides that Void Rose, I don't see anything in here that could be dangerous on its own." Brandon said looking through the contents of the bag.

 

[SimpleChimp]

Spoiler: ooc

Now when i said ground plants i meant. . . they were ground and mixed togeather. No big

"Can any of them be good? Or am i just sitting on a bag of potential poison?" He looked around the group. "Better yet, how do i unlock the potential?"

 

[sage42]

"Well sure, but they need to be mixed with the right ingredients and in the right amounts. If it's healing herbs your after you'll need the Vegas plant. You'll recognize it right away, it's got gold petals and a ruby colored center. If it's poison you'll need the scorpion plant root. again you'll see it no problem, it's a bush the grow in the natural shape of a scorpion." Brandon explained "I'll explain the way to fix them when you find the plants."

 

[Xero Scythe]

Spoiler: OOC

oh. oh well. mind if i keep just the one?

"Most likely you are sitting on mostly potential poison." said Damien. "Either mixing it in water or doing something to react with the dust should unlock the potential. this is probably the same poison that was used to paralyze Alencian. Which means there must be a little of the antidote in there, which would be far safer than me burning it out every time."