The dripping of water incessantly echoed in the tunnels as the stalactites continued to slowly weep. Deeper and deeper they descended in the lower sections of the mines, the area felt moist around them. It would be silent had it not been disturbed by their footsteps against the loose gravel on the ground and the continuous dripping. Some pipes can be seen rising out of the earthen crust of stalagmites and stalactites. Sometimes dipping above to be seen and back under to disappear. They were alone and it was notably dark. But the soft dim lights of the crystal minerals barely gave any suitable lighting. At the very least they could see their own footsteps.
Out of all the other teams that were dispatched, they never had anyone equipped with a radio. Whether it would prove to be their undoing, no one really knew. But, it didn't speak well of their chances. They were the smallest of all the dispatched teams. Without a radio, they were all alone. Vulnerable, naked, and isolated. One would wonder how well they would fare. It would take some time in their trek, more than enough to possibly pass on some jokes or small talk to lighten the mood.
Eventually, there was a soft light up ahead. Or rather, above them with the descending slope at their direction. It waited for them patiently.
A dark, gloomy cave; weeping water and dreadful dampness – and before there had even been time to have some beauty sleep, too! Her clothes would get grotty, she’d smell like a unused pool for a week, and her hair would be a mess… no contact, a tiny team, and hardly a group of professionals – what were the high school girls doing here, exactly? Ah, and a rather claustrophobic place as well; perhaps the most troubling part. And yet, a voice danced around the air –
”I see them staring at me, Oh I’m a trendsetter; Yes this is true – ‘cause what I do, no one can do it better! You can talk about me, ‘Cause I’m a hot topic; I see you watching me, watching me – and I know you want it!”
Despite the circumstances seeming to be utterly against her usual tastes, Vivian was utterly overjoyed in her mission. This was her kind of job, after all – covert ops; a femme fatale on the move… shame about the company, but a solo act was hard to come by after all! Yes, for now they could be forgiven. In the meantime, V.V. was on the job! Sneaky, sexy, stylish; that’s the way! With a confident stride no doubt swiped from some spy movie, the blonde seemed all too happy; singing eagerly as the crew moved along.
Ah, but what a crew, indeed. Two little girls; whom were rather a shame… what were such youngsters doing on a job like this? Oh well, they’d surely appreciate their new Big Sis being here to guide them along. Being a sweet-hearted sis was a charm point nowadays, wasn’t it? Of course, that brought her to her other compatriot… and what a compatriot! Gosh! Oh my! A handsome, tall man with a gorgeous suit! Definitely worthy prey, although he felt a little bit off. No, in fact, they all did. Too professional? Not quite… just, distasteful. Perhaps it was just something in the air, though.
And then there was V.V. herself – there was no way she was wearing a blazer and skirt to this sort of work (thankfully), so instead the lady was looking every bit the action star she was hoping for. A petite leather jacket framed a rimmed red sweater like she jumped out of the Matrix, while a pair of black jeans made her figure less than subtle – as if it was ever subtle. As if she was ever subtle, more to the point. Thankfully, she at least had the common sense not to bring heels; instead wearing black biker boots… well, they were a bit on the small side, though; certainly not military wear. Admittedly though, the black beanie seemed a bit overkill…
”Are you dears doing fine~? V.V. will carry you if you are really worried about the cave~” crooned the girl happily, interrupting her song to turn back to the crew – well, one couldn’t call her unhelpful, at least. ”Ahaha, it’s alright to be nervous; this sort of work is a bit much for first-timers. But please don’t fret, V.V. will take care of everything, promise! You’re with a professional; but you already knew that, right?”
A small group composed of three females and himself. A cave full of gloom, dampness and tight spaces. Hardly any light and no form of communications should they get separated in this network of tunnels. Well, well, well. What had he gotten himself into now? The situation most certainly didn’t seem favorable. He was stuck with three females that he did not know in a terrain that was equally unknown to him. A logical person might’ve just backed out of the situation in heartbeat, but this well dressed demon? No. He did would not back down.
Keeping his cool, the human looking demon would glance around their surroundings taking notes of the features here and there within the darkness before glancing at his companions. While he couldn’t say what he thought of the two girls with them, he did find the blonde amusing. Perhaps it was because out of the group, she was the first to speak…or rather sing out loud within the darkness of the place. Her voice bounced off the wall and filled up the area quite nicely; however, whether this was a good or bad thing, the demon did not know yet. On one hand, a loud person could bring much trouble to them, on the other he didn’t exactly have to worry about losing her either. If she remained as lively as she was now, then he would be able to find her without trouble.
As for the other pair, he wasn’t sure yet. Unlike the blonde they were still quiet making it unclear if they were noise makers or not. In any case, the demon would take note of everyone in the group before his slightly glowing eyes focused on the blonde and her ease to look at figure as she began speaking to them…or maybe to the two girls in the group. After all, he did not need to be carried, the picture that put in his head was quite comical indeed. He would probably destroy the woman’s good posture if she were to attempt such a thing…and what a waste that would be. As far as nerves went, they were non- existent for the demon as he gave the blonde a small, confident smirk.
“A pleasure to know you’re here to aid us then. My name is Alexander and I shall keep you to words, V.V,” the demon would say his words polite and calm despite the situation. From there, his eyes would shift slightly to other two with them. “And you two?” he would ask seeking out their names. They didn’t have to answer, but at least with a name they didn’t have to worry about whatever he could think of as a suiting name for them.
The company in this mission the guild sent me on was rather...mixed. I would lump them into three categories, favorable, neutral, and unfavorable. In the first category, I had my dear sister, who had come along with me and my skeleton familiars, five of them, which I felt would be quite useful. In the second category would be the male demon who was with us, and would himself as Alexander, though I would suspect that was not his true name, unless he was an odd case among demons. And in the last category was the annoyingly loud, arrogant, and stereotypically spy dressed Succubus, who would not stop with her blasted singing even though she might give our position away to something unfavorable by doing so.
I had been rubbing my temples for a few minutes, glad that at least Izodar was keeping quiet so that I wouldn't have another annoyance on my mind, when the succubus would stop singing and begin to speak, referring to herself in the third person and making me unsure which was worse, what she was singing before or how she was speaking now. She seemed not to realize who, or rather what, my sister and I were if her words were anything to go by, indicating she thought us some sort of young amateurs, and making an offer to carry us around and having the gall to call herself a professional despite the racket she was making that could give away our position.
Taking the Demon's question as to our names as a good place to start, I began to speak, introducing myself and my sister. "I am Ruby Boivin of House Strigoi, and this is my sister Amethyst Boivin of House Sanguinius, and under different circumstances it might have been a pleasure to meet you," I said, making sure not to include the succubus in that. Turning to the succubus, I began to speak, letting her know my displeasure with what she was saying.
"Of course we are doing fine, succubus. Unlike yourself, we are professionals. You seem to be under the impression that we are younger than you, but you would be gravely mistaken. I myself have been on this planet for 98 years, dead for 81 of those, and my sister is three years my junior," I said, addressing the succubus's major misconceptions about myself and my sister. She was definitely not the type I could get along with at all, and I felt the need to make one thing abundantly clear about what would happen if she tried to pick me up.
"And I do not recommend you touch me, because by all that is unholy I will stab you if you do so. I do not want to get your stench on me," I said, looking at the succubus dead on as we walked. That was not something I wanted to deal with, at all.
Letting your temper get to you and making threats, are we Mistress?
Great, this mission was just going so great already and Izodar had to make it better. I sighed internally and rubbed my temples and responded.
I don't need any of your comments at the moment Izodar. That succubus's blasted singing could have gotten us killed and she seems to think I am a child.
And making threats changes this how?
It wasn't a threat, it was a promise.
Whatever you say, Mistress~
With that Izodar stopped communicating before I could get the last word in our conversation, like she usually did. Great, this mission was turning out to be just great.
Incantation: שטן של החוזה הראשון שלי, לשמוע את השיחה שלי ושחקנים בשבילי! לקשור את הנשמה המתה זה למטוס הזה ולמנוע מנוחת העולמים שלהם. עד שאאפשר להם לנוח, הם ישמשו אותי!
Description: A form of more complicated necromancy than simple blood thaumaturgy allows, originating from her Bound Daemon Izodar. This allows her to bind low ranking spirits to things like skeletons and Dead that she raises, allowing them a limited form of consciousness, just enough to complete a set of tasks on their own without supervision and react to situations that aren't exactly in their parameters, but they will not be having philosophical discussions anytime soon. This is limited to giving basic sentience to 5 or so at a time, and of course require the requisite materials. They have F Strength and Agility as well as E ranked endurance.
Everything about the current situation was rather odd. In a good way. Amethyst mused with a thoughtful smile as watched the other three - eight if one was to include the skeletons her sister insisted on bringing - walk ahead of her. Even the very objective of the mission was unusual for the girl. Lurking in the shadows and collecting clues were nothing more than a means to an end. There was no point if it did not help in tracking prey. She almost rolled her eyes when her sister invited her to come, but she managed to collect enough enthusiasm to pretend to care. Ruby was her elder sister after all, even if she had passed on the more exciting options.
That being said, it would have been difficult for anyone in the group to detect her apathy, given that her attire was perhaps the most professional among them - a plain white button-down, khaki pants and heavy-duty trekking boots. Simple and practical; though the brand name on her boots and the gleaming cuirass around her chest may have disagreed with the former. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, and revealed the pair of supple leather gloves on her hands that completed the ensemble. While her sister could be forgiven, as she was a spell caster and thus too noodly to wear proper protective equipment, the other two stuck out like sore thumbs.
Maybe not the man in the suit. He was still overdressed, but black did blend rather well into the gloom of the cave. Given that her sister had taken the liberty to introduce both of them - giving more information that was strictly necessary - Amethyst chose to remain silent. She was somewhat annoyed that his question was so thoroughly answered, but generally unconcerned. The hunter from House Sanguineus would present Alexander a small curtsy as her sister spoke. That is, if he turned towards her.
As for the other one. The girl who called herself V.V. was.. well... she was entertaining, for the lack of a better term. And loud. In fact, she was very loud. The noise - rather, the singing - was something of a blessing for the vampiric. For without it, Amethyst was convinced that the constant sound of dripping water may have forced her to do something she would have later regret. The dreary environment was wearing on her as well. Of course, the genre would not have been her first choice, but it was upbeat enough that it kept her awake and somewhat focused on the task at hand. Plus, the she was silently hoping that the racket would attract attention; that would have certainly made things more interesting. Needless to say, Amy was rather amused by the antics of their buxom blonde companion, laughing loudly when she called herself a professional. That was too funny to keep a straight face.
It soon became apparent that Ruby did not share her sense of humor. Seeing her elder sister become uncharacteristically emotional, Amethyst could not help but grin. "Come now, sister." The younger sibling called to her sister in a teasing tone. "Surely young miss V.V. is just trying to be helpful." She then exerted some effort to match her sister's pace, playfully sticking her tongue out. Turning her gaze towards the antagonist, she continued, her voice still rife with sarcasm. "Isn't that right, miss?" She found herself thinking that this may not be so bad after all.
If the team continued onward, the dripping silence would continue to persist. Dampness aside, the trek would be tough with the loose coarse ground and the slightly hilly elevation. It would be easy to slip if they didn't pay enough attention. Though, for all of them, it should be do-able and a bit tiring for those not used to this kind of work. Upon reaching the top, there was another descending slope which should make the descent all the more easier. But of course, if they looked beyond the path, there was a rather large clearing... with fire.
Upon descent, they would finally reach some broken remains of a site and corpses. One was simply without the head and the scarlet fluid had long since been emptied as it lay before them upon their descent down the hill. Its head likely just a couple of meters away from where the neck was supposed to be. The second had a hole in her chest with the blood still continuing to leak, with her body leaning over a bit of broken shattered equipment near a couple of wooden crates that seemed to have been spilled over. Flames roared ahead at the remains of a cart, presumably used to carry said crates and its living passengers. Inside of it was skeletal remains of someone that was still burning. The fluorescent lamp laid on its side, blinking on and off, near the fourth that had a hole through his forehead and eyes rolled back.
Something clearly happened.
Up ahead of the kill site are a couple of tunnels. Three in total next to each other. None of them had anything of interest that stood out from the other. And perhaps they would have to soon make a choice on which to traverse through.
System Notice: You may try to investigate the clearing before continuing on.
While Alexander’s words would be met with a smug wink, Ruby’s complaints would certainly stand out over V.V.’s temptations to tease the man – ooh, she wasn’t gonna let that sort of attitude go! You little brat! ”Wow, gee! What’s with the attitude, little missus? Do you need your diaper changed? Are you jealous? You’re even calling a random girl a succubus… so spiteful! It’s not my fault if I look criminally good – maybe you’d match up better if you dressed your age, honey!” chided the blonde incessantly; demure demeanour immediately vanishing in preference of a nasty smirk. ”Ahahaha! I’d only touch you if you paid, kiddo!”
In the meantime, V.V. would scoot over to Amethyst’s side; clearly intent on taking the less abrasive girl as her partner in crime for the mission – yes, being called ‘Big Sis V.V.’ was really sounding good in her head at this point. ”I’m always trying to be helpful – so long as you’re on my side, right? Mm, and you’d best hope you never get on the wrong side with V.V.! A femme fatale who’s got double the vicious and double the vivaciousness, that’s V.V.!” cheered the girl happily, wrapping an arm around her unlikely ally – whether she appreciated the sudden embrace or not.
Perhaps luckily for Amy, V.V. was soon darting off again as the group came across the site of the blaze – it was time for business! Doing a little spin and a dramatic pose, the blonde was clearly eager to get to work. ”Just watch a professional at work, dear!” sung the succubus smugly; darting around the scene with light steps… well, at least she wasn’t making a mess of the situation. Though, she seemed a bit unhappy about the violent subject matter… this sort of thing really wasn’t her cup of tea. ”The scene of a murder… I’m more into thievery, but this is fun too! Okay, let’s start with… entry points, just like in the law shows!”
”Decapitation we can’t really work with unless we’re going to fuss over footprints and bruising, but a hole in the chest – we can work with that! If it came from the mine, then that’d have to be the tunnel we want if we’re going hunting for perps! Anywhere else, and it’s gotta be done on their way in; so footprints will be the key there~!” sung V.V., apparently intent on explaining all her thinking out loud like it was some kind of television show… maybe that was for the better given the team, though. ”My other big clue – if we’re hunting for the right way, then we should look for any proof for where the cart came from or was heading to! That’ll be a nice hint, too.”
Folding her arms with a bemused expression, V.V. stopped her darting about and glanced back at her compatriots. ”Ah, but please… don’t get carried away with the blood, okay? That’ll ruin the crime scene. And keep your skellywags out of the way, too; I doubt they quite have the intelligence of their own to avoid trampling through this.” chided the girl, shaking her head with a smile – suffice to say, she didn’t have a lot of faith in Ruby’s insistence on her own professionalism. ”I’d like to let you make your own mistakes, honey; but the job’s more important here. So don’t go barking about how you know this and that already back to me whether you did or didn’t, okay? Just be thankful for the heads-up.”
This was indeed an amusing group he had ended up with. While the curvy blonde carried herself with self assured confidence the demon could appreciate, it appeared her singing and attitude was not cared for by one of the little ones….or should he say madams?
He would give the blonde a light smirk in response to her wink, amused at her play in such a situation. Perhaps he would’ve played back; however, when the one called Ruby spoke the demon would place playing on the back burner for another time as his eyes drifter over to the speaker.
“I see. Well, I thank you much for the names Lady Boivin,” the demon would say politely before falling silent as he took note of her summons with a cool glance. He wasn’t particular fond of summons or familiars due to his past; however, he wasn’t going to start a fight over such a thing. His eyes would only linger on the undead for a few seconds before drifting away as he fell back slightly so that he could keep all three ladies in his sights as he brought up the rear of the party.
As sparks began to fly, the demon would remain quiet as he only half listened to what happening. It appeared that Ruby and V.V weren’t going to get along and while Amethyst didn’t seem to be helping matters with her own comments, the demon saw no need to stop the fight. It wasn’t like they were throwing blows yet and even if they were as long as they didn’t kill each other or get too out of control, why waste the energy to stop what was not his business? Besides, it was funny as hell. Honestly, he had no motivation to stop the chaos. However, he wouldn’t be adding onto it either. No need to add to more noise that could potentially get them into trouble down the road.
So letting the ladies do as they pleased, the demon kept his senses tuned into the area taking note of any odd changes as they walked along the dreary and rather tricky path ways. His amusement would only ceased when he first smelt something burning only for the scent to start mingling with the scent of death as they reached the top of a hill. Some time later, the sight would come as they came to the clearing at the bottom that held quite a messy scene. V.V, who had darted off, was the first on the scene and as such she began to speak out loud her thoughts.
While the demon did listen, he wouldn’t respond immediately as he entered the scene with a casualness that was unfitting for someone walking into such a scene. He would first take in the states of each thing. One beheaded, two with holes in them, and one set a flamed. Hmm. The ways of death were different, so…
“Maybe we cannot use the decapitated one, but that one’s death could suggest we have more than one sort of attacker. Or if it is one being, then we may be dealing something with quite the skills set to be so precise in its killing. Most unsettling,” the demon would say in calm tones that suggested he wasn't even phased by what he saw. He'd crouch down in front of the lady with the still bleeding hole in her chest. His eyes would narrow as he looked at her before his eyes turned to the equipment she was slumped over. It was broken, so it was no telling what it was for. As for footsteps and tracks? Well for now, he’d leave that to the others. Sure, he understood the need to move on and chose a path from the three tunnels ahead; however, he was more curious about something a bit more threatening…the chance the killer was still here. These wounds…just how long had these corpse been here?
Curious, he would reach out to touch the dead woman’s hand. As he grabbed it carefully, he checked to see if rigor mortis had set in and also for the temperature of the that could perhaps give them a hint at how long these guys had been dead. Even with gloves on the demon knew could feel well the differences of body temperatures through the thin fabric. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Action: Alexander is attempting to examine the corpse for clues on timing and if the killer is still about. He has no special skills to enhance, but rather he relying on his skills that he has as an information gatherer.
I swear I am going to kill that woman if she not quit with her rather vexing behavior. And she has the nerve to put her hands on my soror percara? I tightened my grip on my dagger, but luckily for the succubus we had more pressing matters to attend to than her. As long as she didn't try anything funny with me or my sister, it wouldn't be worth the trouble from the guild about attacking a fellow member, no matter how annoying they were. Deciding to respond to a remark she made at the end to vent a bit of my frustration I said, "Not just a succubus, but a whore as well? How charming to have you along. Perhaps we can have you lay a honey trap for the horrors," I said, biting back at her comment.
Deciding to leave it to my sister how to respond to the succubus's advances, I turned my attention back to the tunnel ahead just in time to see us approaching a light in the tunnel. As we got closer, it became obvious what was causing the light, and an old wound began to reopen in the depths of my mind as a result of it.
Fire, fire everywhere. Bodies brutally murdered near it, with the blaze all over the cart that likely once carried them and the cargo near it. Inside the fire was a charred skeleton, the fate of a person trapped in a fire. If I had been alive, I probably would have showed signs of hyperventilation, instead, I simply continued walking, the panic not as apparent on my long dead body. Fire, why fire, why did we have to find bodies charred by that terrible substance. My mind couldn't help but wander.
I was no longer at the scene in question, instead my mind had gone back over 85 years, to the fateful night that would change me and my family forever. My parents were holding me tight and rushing me to a closet in their study that was well hidden in their lab so nobody who didn't know of it could find it. They were panicked, and I had no idea why. They told me to be a good girl and stay in there no matter what I heard coming from the outside. I asked why, but they didn't answer.
I thought I heard something in my head, but there was only me in the closet so I dismissed it. I could hear the screams coming from outside, I could hear the sounds of blades plunging into flesh, of terrible torture inflicted by our fellow man. But I didn't leave. I didn't say a word, deep down, I knew I would die if I did it. I realized just how powerless I was to stop my parents from dying, how I was just a child in the end.
Mistress, snap out of it!
Again I heard a voice, but it was so far away I dismissed it. I could smell smoke, and the screams had stopped long ago. Deciding I had to leave the closet, I left, only to be greeted with a gruesome sight. My parents, or what I assumed was them, were on the floor, barely recognizable between wounds and the fire that was now enveloping them and the house. I had to get out, I couldn't stay here any more, I would die. I dashed out of the house, luckily being able to escape unnoticed as the murderers were long gone. However, I had to run, I couldn't stay here I would die....
Mistress! Its not real! SNAP OUT OF IT!
Suddenly, Izodar's voice broke through to me, snapping me out of the vision of 85 years past, and bringing me back to the present. It seemed that the sight of what had happened had made me recall unpleasant memories, and I had been standing in a daze for about half a minute.
Thank you Izodar for breaking me out of that.
Such is my duty as your servant, mistress. However, now we have work to do.
Indeed we do, Izodar
With that said, I walked towards the scene, suppressing my instinctual need to flee from the flames and examined the scene as a whole. Something had killed them, and it likely was able to light the cart on fire as well. It had to be horrors, that much was evident, but I would need to look to see perhaps which direction the horror, or horrors, had left in. Deciding to look to see if there were any hints as to which direction the horrors had come or gone from, I began to investigate the scene.
This little sortie was beginning to feel more like a picnic than a mission. Few of them were dressed for the occasion and none acted appropriately. Two bickered with each other and the other watched with a detached curiosity. Amethyst, herself was doing her level best to fan the fire of animosity between her sister and the buxom blonde, merely laughing as the self-proclaimed viciously vivacious vixen wrapped an arm over her shoulder. Having been the youngest member of her clan - either in appearance or actual count of years - Amy was no stranger to sudden and unwanted physical contact and took the intrusion of her personal space in stride. She didn't quite welcome the embrace, as V.V. was entertaining at the expense of her dear sister - who seemed to be on the verge of loosing her temper. Family always came first, but the way that Ruby hissed threat and insult at the wannabe spy was too cute to resist.
"Oh? Is that what it means?" Deciding to continue to goad the two further, Amethyst played along with the nonsense that the blonde woman was spouting. "Sister! You should watch your language; double the vicious AND the vivaciousness? It'll be like, four V's! I'm pretty sure that's bad. It'd be a mouthful, to say the least." Turning towards her sister with a playful grin on her lips, Amy made her sarcasm obvious. As fun as it was to poke fun of her elder sibling, the vampiric hunter was subconsciously careful regarding their newly rediscovered bond. It was really fun though. Thus, as her sister tightened her fingers around the little dagger on her waist, Amy giggled to herself. Sorry, Ruby, but this is too fun.
Despite the mischievous smile on her lips, the blond firestarter didn't get a chance to further goad her sister and her new rival. Her intention to kindle the flame of animosity between the two were overwhelmed by her obsession with actual fire. Or smoke, rather, as it was what first alerted the blonde pyromaniac to the blaze. Just as V.V. released her from the one-sided embrace, the intoxicating scent of charred wood and bone. "Fire and corpses." She giggled absentmindedly as she admired the scene from the peak of the slope that they had been climbing. "Well, this is a great start."
Amy knew that there were two sides to her manic giggling. First was sarcasm, as neither was ever a good sign - if one was not the cause, at least. The second was subconscious excitement. She felt the steady rhythm of her false breathing become more erratic. She felt her blood burn through her veins with renewed fury. Both were signs that she now had to fight against her own instincts in order to not hinder their mission, let alone carry out her own investigation. Focus, Amethyst. Fire comes later, when we burn whoever is responsible for this. I'm sure sister will approved. We'll get to burn something and finish this stupid little chore. The scion of Sanguineus wondered as she bit her thumb hard enough to draw blood. Slowly shambling towards the others, she groaned as she gave one final glance at the wreck. "It'll be great. Fire and corpses."
"And who knows, maybe there's an ambush waiting for us too." She mused out loud, as she looked over the headless body that the others had passed by. Based on the cut, Amy concluded that the attacker was not a mindless beast. It was too clean; she had done worse to many unfortunate soldiers during the war. Looking glanced around, her eyes lingering for longer than intended at burning cart, she made more interesting observations. One, is that the others seemed unfazed by the murders - apart from her sister, who seemed to be in a momentary daze - and the other is that the victims were not very dynamic; as if they died in place. They must have died very quickly from brutally efficient wounds; the ones near the cart seemingly executed. Calling out to the others, she voiced her thoughts. "It doesn't look like they even had the time to react. They died fast. And hard." Based on how one was still obviously bleeding, she continued. "And recently. Blood won't flow like that for more than a few hours." Decades of hunting gave her insight into the bodies, but moments, the solider in her mind continued where the hunter had left off.
"Wait. Intelligent attackers. A plethora of evidence lying around. Does anyone else smell a trap?" With those words, her own blood rushed from the wound on her thumb to form lance that would have been familiar to her sister. "I mean, metaphorically speaking, as I doubt anyone can smell anything through the wonderful scent of smoke." Needless to say, she wasn't quite worried yet, and her smile became more natural, betraying the fact that she hoped that she was right. An ambush would take her mind off the fire, and quite possibly solve the mystery right then and there. She still had her priorities, however, and she began to inch closer towards her sister with her spear at the ready.
To Alexander, what he felt was still some lingering warmth. However, he was not specifically trained in autopsies that he truly couldn't come up with an exact time when they passed away. For all he would know, this was done recently and probably a hour or two ago. However, in her hand, she seemed to be gripping on to something. Something that fit her hand and had cracked glass. If Alexander tried to discern what it was, it was a smartphone. Unlocked and still somehow functional. Perhaps she was in a hurry for something. For all their conjecturing, there was still silence and the lull of flames from the damaged cart. For now, they could either continue towards the tunnels or keep looking around.
System Notice: You may continue to investigate the area.
When the demon grabbed the woman’s hand checking for warmth, he only checked for just how warm the hand was. While it was true he was no doctor or anything like that, he could take a guess at just how long the woman had been here. From the faint warmth there, he figured it had been a few hours since she died, meaning the one or ones responsible for this slaughter might still be nearby or if not then they could be quick upon their feet. After all, they hadn’t been attacked yet…so was their prey mindless or clever? Hmmm…
“A trap is likely and maybe letting us stay alive a bit longer is simply part of the plan. On the other hand, the being responsible for this could simply like to kill and when nothing is present, it simply moves on. It is hard to say...” Alexander would reply back to the words he heard as he shifted his grip on the hand and began to work to get the thing grasped in the corpse’s hand. It took some careful prying, but eventually, he got…
A phone? The demon would think as he raised an eyebrow at what he saw. He would flip the device around so that he could view it correctly. Huh. Unlocked and working too? What an impressive phone. The demon would glance at the corpse out of habit not really trusting the dead before he glanced back down at the phone and began to move the screens trying to see what exactly was on this device and perhaps find what was being sent or used last.
While he did that, he kept an ear open for what the others were doing and danger. He decided not to bother them if this find was indeed useless. ___________________________________________________________________________________________
Action: Alexander is attempting to find out more from the phone. No he is not a hacker, but he is digging through whatever data he can find. He is highly aware they need to make a choice soon…Still he is not panicking as he performs this task as if he was on the bus looking for something on his own phone.
While glad to find that the handsome human was considerate enough to listen and work with her, a certain vampire’s oh-so helpful reactions just made V.V. grimace – the witless wannabe with an ego like an empress was admirably useless; having her own little breakdown in the midst of the work… not a word to help, of course. Maybe she was seriously having some trouble with the situation, but then maybe she shouldn’t be out on the job looking for messes like this. A kid like her should be at school instead, frankly... V.V. wasn't so callous as to mock her in her current state, but it was clear that the courtesy was one-sided. Meanwhile, the other one, well… she helped, but she seemed a bit jumpy. Way too jumpy.
”I like your way of thinking, buuut big beasties hit just as hard and just as cleanly as a good weapon. I think if anyone wanted to make this deliberate, they’d need a mighty big axe along with some kind of gun… plus, why would you try and burn your evidence if it’s part of the trap? The fire would have surely messed it all up if we had just taken a bit longer.” mused the succubus, jolting a little bit in the midst of her commentary upon seeing that crazy lance show up all of a sudden – err, was that sanitary? Did vampires get infections? This was a worry. ”I don’t really like the idea of hanging about while these tunnels get filled with smoke, so… excuse me~”
Leaving Alexander to his messing with the phone, V.V. would promptly zip over to the rails alongside the cart; attempting to check the state of whatever system selected the tracks – that ought to hint at where they ought to go, right? Otherwise, there wasn’t any reason to stick around… smoke in a cave was going to be awful, and putting out the fire didn’t seem possible with what was around them. ”Let’s make this a little quicker, okay? I’m happy we’ve got some smiles from the little sister, but I don’t think the rest of us are such huge fans on suffocation and such. It’s bad for the complexion!”
Action: Check those tracks for signs of a rail divider, and its current setting.
It seemed that I would have better luck looking for something else, as what I was currently looking for, tracks from the horrors, was not turning up. For one reason or another, I could not find any. It also seemed that my dear sister was being affected by the fire, albeit in a far different way than myself. The reaction she had was almost a polar opposite, instead of fear or flashbacks, she was acting more...excited? than normal. Her idea, that the crime was perpetrated by intelligent attackers definitely was plausible. However, I did, very reluctantly, agree with the succubus. It was horrors and this likely not a trap. However, I did get the feeling we were dealing with a more intelligent horror than normal.
While most people were under the impression that horrors were simply mindless animals, I did not believe it. This war would not be so hard if they were mindless beasts. Sure, they were powerful, but if they were simply beasts then we would be able to use standard tactics to deal with animals on them and be done with it. This was not the case, as most of them showed at least some resistance to these tactics from what I heard, which showed signs of actual intelligence. This lead me to believe that there was a spectrum of intelligence among the horrors, though I did not have any real evidence to back this claim up.
With that in mind, I gave three of my familiars an order, each one of them would go down a tunnel for about two minutes at full speed, and return after that or if they reached any obstructions, or were attacked. The last one was just in case they were able to get away, as their inability to return would result in a confirmation that there was indeed a hazard down that passageway. With that order complete, the remaining two I gave separate orders, one would remain by me, guarding my person, and the other would remain by my sister, keeping her safe in case something decides to come charging at us.
Deciding to let the group know what I had decided to do, I began to speak. "Since there hasn't been any viable clues so far, I have sent a few of my familiars ahead to scout. If there is anything in the tunnels up ahead, they will turn back early and come back, eliminating a path that we might take, and possibly signify if the enemy is hiding in one of the tunnels," I said, confidently announcing to the rest of the party what I had done. "Did any of you find anything of note during your investigation of the area?" I asked, trying to see if there was any other data we could use to narrow down which path to take if my familiars turned up nothing. After all, the more data we had to go on, the easier this mission would go, more than likely at least. I just hoped that my familiars would not bite off more than we could chew.
Short. Sweet. It was not the most poetic of stories, but it certainly seemed like a plausible final report for this little expedition. As the others casually stumbled about what would have been the perfect spot for an ambush, Amethyst rolled her eyes in a silent expression of disappointment. She was starting to believe that she may be the most reasonable on in their group, and that was certainly a worrying thought. After all, she could share many interesting - read as reckless - stories that were born in situations that were far less volatile than this one. Some didn't even have a single flame and certainly none involved any threat of danger to her last unliving relative. "You know." The younger sister sighed, acknowledging the need to be somewhat serious. "The whole point of a warning is so that people pay attention to the very real possibility of danger. It'd be too late when the 'big beasties' actually pop-up." Of course, being somewhat serious did not actually call for any true effort - but now, they can't say that they were not warned.
The others seemed hesitant to accept her hypothesis regarding the intelligence of their prey, but she saw no evidence of an attack of wild beasts. "Listen." She mused out loud, idly flinging an small piece of debris into the flames with her spear. "All I'm saying is that if I wanted to kill us, I would do it here. We've already fallen for the bait, and we're out in the open. Then I'd toss our bodies into the fire." There was an amused smile on her lips, as Amethyst watched the newly glutted flames dance in the darkness of the cave. She eventually managed to tear herself away from her obsession and glanced toward the nay-sayers, who were scouring the area in their own ways. It was pretty clear that she had no intentions of helping the investigation. "I'm sure you folks are quite capable of the detective work." She yawned, enjoying the taste of smoke on her tongue. Spinning her lance around, before planting it in the ground, she continued. "I'll be honest, this is boring. And it actually is a bit disappointing that something hasn't tried to kill us yet."
It was then that she noted the movement from the skeletal puppets that shambled at the behest of her sister. Ruby sent her three of her dolls to scour the tunnels. It was potentially a double-egdged blade, as the knowledge of the paths ahead may have cost them the element of surprise. Of course, between V.V. and herself, stealth was never really an option. One moved to take position beside her, and Amethyst could not help but smile. Her sister truly cared - it was somewhat insulting but it was certainly a cute gesture. She would then turn towards the buxom blonde who had started to complain about the smoke. A ludicrous idea, until Amethyst recalled how inconvenient breathing was at times. "I almost forgot that you folks need to breath." With no small amount of pity, she frowned. "That must terrible."
"That is likely for the best though, I doubt our quarry would politely wait for us to finish up. I just hope they set more things ablaze. That'd be nice."
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Humanity has regarded folklore and myths as a continuing perpetuity of their imaginations serving to pander to their entertainment. However, by 1945, that was to be no more once the Masquerade was ripped to shreds thanks to the beginnings of the Demon Outbreaks. Today, by 2008, Humanity lives with the supernatural and continues to have mixed feelings about them. In the midst of their society, powerful factions have risen to deal with the common issues of the non-human and continue to compete against each other. But they must all beware the lingering threat under their noses.
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The good-for-nothing Head Admin and Owner of this site. A current college student with useless worry of his near future. He is also someone who just had the idea of bringing up an urban fantasy without its secrecy. Known to many for his love for avocados and Chipotle burritos. He does his best to fulfill his obligations. But beneath all of this, he can be a scathing critic of anything lacking in decency and common sense when it comes to grading profiles. But don't let that hold you back, he'll try to be as reasonable as he can be.
Either a deity, an eldritch being, or some looney with too much time on his hands. We're honestly not sure which. He's known by many names, Yami, Yams, YamYam, Majin, Snakey, Snakers, Snake, Yambo the Greater and Power, and that one twit who thinks he's a snake deity. What is certain is that Yami is unparalleled in his capacity to confuse, baffle, and generally make a mess of a perfectly rational conversation. His wrath can be placated by goat curry and cheesecake. And don't bring up the U.S. Education system in front of him. Just don't. You won't hear the end of it.
'The optional rare boss encounter'. Only a sparse few know how to summon him, and as a result causes quite a bit of trouble in his absence! All the same he's more than willing to offer any kind of help he can offer, as long as he's fully manifested.
Be aware that his boss parameters are managed by an RNG system programmed by Satan himself. Even further his 'auto-ressurrection' and 'body switch' techniques rival eldritch magic. No one's really sure how exactly Saito managed to recruit this fellow---but it probably involved alot of hacking, jalapeno flavored chips, alcohol, and vyvanse. In that order, directly following the Konami God-Mode Code.
The foxy shota gigolo who causes everyone to adore him without even the tiniest bit of effort on his part. For some people, their adoration goes too far. It is to his chagrin that Tulf attempts to strive past his previous image, but cutely fails again and again which brings ever more adoration onto his foxy shota self. Tulf is an outstanding member who has his moments when it comes to working with the rest of the staff, his work on the Mystic Kind Intros are a testament to his hard work. The other rest of his moments requires various means to get him motivated. Especially when it comes to fulfilling masochistic fantasies he fervently believes he doesn't harbor. Treat him well~
Here to avoid doing something he'll regret due to boredom, the only thing you can really know is that he loves adorable things and yanderes. Let's not even talk about adorable yanderes. Seriously, it'll get creepy. Inexplicably has a tendency to try to act cute and/or grimdark, often failing, but sometimes failing so hard that some end up treating him like a puppy. He insists he isn't. On an ongoing mission to do the least amount of work possible, while claiming all the glory. Most likely to blame for bad ideas and explosions within the site.
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