Weapons of Lore - Fall of Humanity

[Nobudi]

Welcome, and let us begin this mad tale of Gods and Demons and Weapons!

MiscChaos - Aislinn Desmond

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It's been a long day for you. You've somehow managed to secure a safe place to sleep for tonight, a rather tacky motel room that looks like it was built when The City was... and hadn't been cleaned since.
As much as you try to remember what the hell happened, you just can't recall for now. The only clue you physically have right now leans in a corner of the room: a long fishing rod tube.
Its not the tube itself, but rather, what is inside. A short spear, around five and a half feet long, its shaft made of a yellowed wood and the head made of an unidentifiable metal that would turn a brilliant gold under the sun.
For now, its best to try and gather your wits.

[Brand_Name] - Caroline Blackwell

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You silently stroll down the empty docks of the city, night quickly swallowing up the city, only to be driven back by the light posts that light up much of the city.
You're just minding your own business here, and no ones around.
Then you meet a bear.
You freeze, recognizing it as a Brown Bear of some sort. Its not moving, but its eyes are locked onto yours.

Lynxy - Satinka Soulgrasp

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Manning the register didn't seem difficult. Jessica had asked you to look after the shop as she went to get a grocery run done, and all seemed to be quiet.
With a tinkle of the door's chime, a person entered the shop. There were no identifying features, as the person wore a full length black trench coat with a hood that hid their face. You can identify it, through some gossip that floated around the shop recently, as a person from The Society. On their back is some sort of travel tube that was as tall as they were.
The hooded figure walked up to the counter, and though you can't see their face, it seemed as they could see yours, studying it.
Just below the hood, you can see the thin line of a mouth curve into a small smile. But, there's a touch of something unidentifiable in it, sadness? Joy? Relief? Hard to tell.
"I'd like a loaf of rye, uncut please," the figure said, showing its identity as a man. And at those words, a feeling of nostalgia rolls over you.
Taking his order, you busy yourself as he places the tube and oddly enough, a bone white apple on the counter, he dug through one of his pockets to get out a wallet.
Paying for the bread, the stranger headed towards the door, taking the Apple, but not the tube with him.
Just before opening the door, he turned to you and pointed to the tube.
"Come find me when you wake up."
With that, he vanished into the night.
The tube itself was already open, with something wooden sticking out. A staff of some sort?

Shura - Cho Kenji

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You just got to The City only an hour ago, but you've already been dispatched to a bar in the Residential District that had a fight breaking out.
Once you get there however, the cordoned off bar is as silent as a grave, and not a body, not even a blood stain to be seen. Wrecked tables and chairs are everywhere, but the oddest thing is the scent that hung in the air.
It reeked of blood and ashes in here.
"6th one this month," murmured an office nearby. "What the hell is The City coming too?" whispered another.
And out of the corner of your eye, you spot something headed out the rear exit of the bar. But.. the way it exited seemed to be by slithering.
Was an animal loose here or what?

Zender_Solarheart - Marco Jingami

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You find yourself in a bit of a dilemma.
Today started off normally enough, though Mary didn't have any messages for you aside from the morning greeting, which is quite unusual, given that she's your only reliable source (aside from your own research) of information regarding The Society. The strange thing happened while walking down the dark, seedy alleyways of the entertainment district. There was an antique shop that you just so happened to pass, when your eyes zoom in on a tattered black scarf. Typically, you'd have no inclination towards purchasing anything, but the moment you laid eyes on it, you had an overwhelming urge to buy it. Even after leaving it behind, the thought did not.
Now, the whole day has passed, and there might still be a chance that the shop is open.
What shall you do?

[[Brand_Name]]

Caroline had been enjoying another relaxing stroll when, out of nowhere, came a massive brown bear. What the hell is a bear doing down here? she asked herself. Her limited arsenal of hunting weapons were back at her apartment, and not on her person. Due to this, she slowly stepped away from the bear, trying to tell it that she meant no harm. There was no need to kill an animal unless its death was absolutely necessary; in this case, the bear did not need to die unless it tried to kill her.

[Zender_Solarheart]

The day has passed, and twilight lingers upon the horizon. Aside from the morning greeting, Mary had nothing deemed worth sharing with Marco, a rather perplexing phenomenon. It is rare for nothing to happen that could possibly connect to the Society, and yet that is the most likely explanation. Their surveillance of said incidents usually occurred at an after-the-fact point of time, and even then, he only looked with his own eyes at night, under the cover of his dark clothing camouflage. Even if a spy somehow took notice of his existence, there were always plenty of people who wandered by and gazed at the incident's location, and he's studied enough about evading a tracker that only an actual ninja could keep up with him all the way back to the apartment. A number of other detailed variables circulate through his mind, but they all point to one conclusion: their operation is undiscovered, and Mary's safety is assured.

That being said, there was something earlier today that caught his attention, for whatever reason: a black scarf of considerable wear and tear. The very thought of such an item attracting him is an enigma of the most illogical order. What has he to gain by acquiring such a trinket? He knows virtually nothing about it, aside from the location of the antique shop that holds it in their stock. And yet, despite the lack of any reasonable motive, he feels compelled to obtain it. Compelled to acquire this...oddity, this unremarkable scrap of cloth. Even after passing by the shop without entering, the desire to secure that item prodded at the back of his mind, refusing to be ignored or forgotten.

...well, what's the harm that could come of it?

The City may be slowly creeping under the drapes of nightfall, but there's a chance the shop may still be open. It is certainly no chain-operated dealer, and in those back alleyways, all manner of establishments might remain open. He has little to lose by checking, aside from time...and in the event that trouble comes along, his trained proficiency for escaping the dangerous would prove far superior to the amateur tactics of a mugger's ambush.

[Shura]

In a manner that would make Keanu Reeves proud, Cho said the first thing that came to mind. “Whoa.” The condition(s) of the crime scene had caught him off guard. It smelled like the whole place had burned down, and there was something else in the air; it was the scent of blood. Visibly however, there were no victims, no bodies, and no blood. The place was still standing, but it was a complete wreck on the inside. Whatever was left of the tables and chairs were broken and scattered everywhere. Just what exactly had happened here? While the other police officers were in the process of trying figure that out, he overheard a few tail end remarks. Apparently, this was the “sixth one this month.” Even if it was just speculation, he wondered if those incidents might have any connection to this one in particular.

Cho was about to ask one of the officers to bring him up to speed when he caught a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye. Hmm? Although he couldn’t tell who or what, Cho could swear that he saw something exit the rear of the bar. Without so much as a word, he quickly moved to investigate. Even though he was technically surrounded by his fellow officers, it wasn’t enough for him to lower his guard. A combination of instinct and rehearsed habit kicked in, causing him to draw his firearm (if applicable) as he approached the bar’s rear exit. While it was doubtful that the perpetrator of any crime was still on the premises, he didn’t want to overlook the possibility. He could be chasing after a cat for all he knew, but he wasn’t going to be careless about it.

[Lynxy]

This was the first time Satinka had manned the shop alone, but as long as there weren't any crazy requests she was perfectly confident that she wouldn't have any problems. She hadn't been alone for more than a half an hour, serving the occasional customer that trickled in this late for tomorrows bread or a dessert, when one of the oddest and most imposing people she had ever seen came through the door. He practically oozed the promise of mystery and danger causing Satinka's mind to jump to the rumors buzzing through The City at a fever pitch about secret organizations and unexplained disappearances.

She uneasily watched the person size her up, and had to catch herself to stop from recoiling at the sound of his voice. He sounded so familiar, but as usual she couldn't pull up the memory. A few dazed moments of trying to recall later, she finally processed what it was that the man had actually said and gave him a nod as she went for a loaf of rye packaged on the shelf. "Y-yes." Flustered, she bumbled her way through the transaction as her mind raced with all the questions she wanted to ask the man. There was no way to be sure that he would have any answers, but his voice had invoked such an unconscious reaction that she felt he had to know something.

He was heading toward the door as she finally gathered the courage to confront him about the connection she felt, but before she could utter a sound he spun on his heel and pointed to the large tube he had left behind.

"Come find me when you wake up."

Satinka followed the mans pointing finger and glanced back to see the tube he indicated just as she heard the door chime. "No, Wait!" She practically shouted as she pushed her way out the door and frantically scanned the for the man. The street was empty save for a few cars going in either direction and the man, though he couldn't be more than three or four seconds ahead of her, was nowhere to be seen. "Come back! Who are you?!" She shouted into the darkness drawing a curious look from the nearest motorist. "Who am I...?" She groaned, as she leaned back against the brick door-arch in front of the bakery.

Putting her face in her palms for a few moments, Satinka growled in frustration. Someone who knew her finally appeared and she couldn't even ask him one question before he literally vanished. Heading back into the store she cautiously approached the tube and inspected the wooden shaft that was visible from it's open top. Tentatively, she reached out and grabbed both the tube and the staff, and pulled the staff free for a proper inspection. "Why would he come here just to leave me... this?" There were already so many unanswered questions, and this man had done less than nothing to assuage her frustrations. Hopefully, there was an answer to be found on the staff at least. She turned out the travel tube for anything that might be packed in the bottom, then set the staff on the counter and inspected it while rolling it over slowly.

[MiscChaos]

Aislinn's beginning to become annoyed with herself. How could she have possibly goofed so much that she ended up in this situation!? What kinda goof would turn into a situation like this anyway? She's lost, alone, and has utterly no memory of how she got here. The rest of her memories are pristine, but the ones that lead to her hiding in a shabby room in a town she doesn't know the name of are gone like Grandma's Shepard's pie at the dinner table. Well, bitching and moaning won't do anything to help her so she might as well do something that does. She eyes the slender tube she's left in the corner of the room and decides to pick it up and examine the contents once again.

Carefully sliding the spear out of its container, she examines it once again, trying to figure out just how she would've gotten her hands on it and why she has it. Did she pick it up due to her obsession with spears? It kind of reminds of her Gae Buidhe, but only in the fact that it's about the right length and its the right color. There's no possible way that its anything more than a coincidence or a replica someone built based on its lore though. Still, it's nice looking and the way it feels in her hand is good. She'd have no problem using this if it came down to it, she supposes. Still, that's not much of a lead on what's going on. Packing it back into its tube, she decides to take it with her as she goes down to talk to the owner of this inn, try to figure out a bit more about where she is.

[Nobudi]

MiscChaos - Aislinn Desmond

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Your musings were suddenly interrupted quite rudely by a pounding on your door. Rather aggressive pounding.
Peeking out the blinds next to the door, you can see 3 people: pair of men and a woman.
They wore white business suits, and that typically would not put you on edge. It was the weapons they held.
The man standing at the door was holding on to a large bastard sword, the other a pair of daggers. The woman held onto a rather sinister looking whip, with sharp looking hooks all the way down its length.
These people were clearly dangerous, but what should you do?

[Brand_Name] - Caroline Blackwell

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Suddenly, the Bear rears up! Its makes you almost jump with fright.
Then, the bear collapses. Which is rather odd...
Against your cautious thoughts, you go towards the bear.
Scratch that, its actually a bear pelt, with the claws and teeth somehow still attached to it.
Jesus, that gave you a fright. But the question remains: Where did it come from? And what will you do with it?

Lynxy - Satinka Soulgrasp

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As you tug out the wooden rod out of the bag, you find yourself mistaken: its not a staff, its a spear. And its a pretty damn big one too.
The spear is plain looking, not quite decorative, but it has this aura of solemnness.
As you look at its brilliant spearhead, you can't help but feel drawn...

Eyes that aren't quite your blink in the darkness. Gradually, an interior fills out in the adjusting light. A church.
Rows and rows of pews create a straight forward road right up to the Altar, where It stands.
Beautiful, there's no other way to describe It. It was tall, and androgynous. It wears white, and White wears It. On Its back are a pair of magnificent Wings.
It holds Its hand up, to praise Its creator.
The eyes blink. Tunnel vision develops as they accelerate. A spear, not unlike the one you were just holding, glows a brilliant Sunlight Gold as it plunges deep into Its breast.
Its shrieks, as the Its wounds seem to burn, filling the air with the acrid scent of burning flesh.
As it shrieks, you feel satisfaction... no, Joy as It is hurt.
Looking at It struggle to remove the spear, you look up to the cei...

The chime of the door brings you back to the bakery.
Jessica stares at you, and the spear in your hands with wide eyes.

Shura - Cho Kenji

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Suddenly, something flew straight up into the air, near a fire escape that was in the alleyway.
Your eyes follow it all the way to the top of the building, and what you saw took your breath away.
At the edge of the building along the fire escape, tood a child, probably no older than 9 or 10 years old. And it held its arms above its head, its hand full of someone... or something.
It had a human's upper half, from what you could see from the moonlight, but the rest must have been6 or 7 feet of tail.
It hissed softly, probably because of the distance. And then the child tore it apart with its bare hands, showing about as much resistance tearing apart bone and muscle as you would a tissue.
Chunks of it rained down into the alleyway, filling it with the same scent as the bar: Blood and Ashes.
Then, the child looked down, right at you. It had horrible, milky white eyes. A shadow of a figure appeared right behind it.
And then they were both gone. Looking back at where the chunks fell would reveal nothing, as if it just vanished...

Zender_Solarheart - Marco Jingami

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Shadowing your way back through the twisting back alleys, you happen upon the antique shop once more.
The twinkling lights and the soft music emanating from behind the door is proof that the shop is still open.
Entering it, you find yourself among a sea of knick knacks and curios of all sorts.
It reeks of cigarettes here, and by looking at the counter, you can see why.
On it sits an ashtray holding the tallest mountain of cigarette butts that you've ever seen, and a rather tired, young looking woman with black hair, perhaps in her late 20s, close to naked (save for an extremely racy pair of black underwear), smoking away at a cigarette and doodling on a notepad.
After inquiring on the scarf, she assumed a position of a rather tired, gender bent version of The Thinker.
"Yeah... that scarf, came from Japan, made from cloth from some... iko ninja clan or something," she said with a tired, dismissive tone.
"If you want, you can have it cheap. 5 bucks, and kill some time with me."
A little bit after, your phone goes off, signaling a text.

From: Mary
To: Marco
Spotted Society. 1 mem. Tailing. Will send location when stop.

Reaver - Úlfr Kraki

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You've just received your discharge papers from the military, and a lot of free time on your hands this evening. What shall you do, now that you've gotten out of the Airport?
(Please check Locations in the OOC for a comprehensive list... once I finish it.)

An outsider

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Upon the roof of a certain bakery, five stories up, a figure in a long black outfit stood alone in the night.
In its left hand was a bone white apple, with a large chunk bitten out of it. Casually, it lifted the fruit to eye level, as if to inspect it. It then relinquished its grasp of the Apple.
The Apple did not fall however. It stayed in its position, as if frozen in space.
The figure dug through its outfit for a mement, taking out a run of the mill smartphone.
Pressing a speed dial number, it lifted it to its ear.
"... Frankenstein here," rumbled the baritone of a man on the other end.
"Newton here," replied the young man, who seemed to be more interested in the floating apple than a conversation on the phone.
"... She doesn't remember you, does she?"
Silence on the other end.
"Well, I've cleaned up the bar. I'm hunting the last remnants," the baritone known as Frankenstein replied, trying to fill in the silence.
"And Fragarach?" asked Newton tensely.
"Still loose. But we have more pressing matters."
"Another Freelance? Which one?"
"... The Berserker's Pelt."
"... Shit."
"I'll contact the others. You focus on locating and containing."
"Newton out then."
And with that, Newton hung up the phone. Slipping it into his pocket, he snatched the Apple out of the air and bit deeply into its flesh.

[Shura]

Cho stopped the door just before it closed. He kept his gun close and at the ready, raising it up to about chest level. Slowly, he pushed the door open, scanning the alleyway for whatever, or whoever had just left the bar. Cho looked around 85-90° across and saw nothing out of the ordinary. Using the exit door as cover, he cautiously stepped out into the alley. Peering passed the edge of the door, he caught a glimpse of something fly up the side of the building, or so it seemed. Whatever it was, it was fast like a small animal, and it had little difficulty reaching the top of the building.

What the fuck- Cho’s gun followed his eyes, but his mind had difficulty processing what he was seeing. The thing that he was chasing, it looked human, but... what about the rest of it? Was that several feet of tail, or entrails? Either way, this less than cuddly half-human horror show was in the hands of one very out of place child. With unsympathetic cruelty and unnatural ease, the child proceeded to tear the monster apart. As the ticker tape parade of gore filled the alleyway, so too did a newly familiar scent. It was the same distinct aroma that permeated the interior of the bar. Cho was too startled to make the connection, at least for right now anyway.

Having discarded its plaything, the oddly placed child cast its unsettling eyes towards Cho. Before he could even blink, the child, and the silhouette of the figure that stood behind it simply vanished. To say whatever it was that he had just witnessed was “creepy” would be putting it mildly.

“What. The fuck. Was that?!” Cho looked all around in a somewhat frantic manner, almost as if he was expecting someone to appear and answer his question. Realizing that no one would just magically come to his aid, he gradually started to calm himself down. He would need to regain his composure before he went back inside the bar. If his fellow officers saw him now, they would probably think that he was having some kind of panic attack.

Taking several deep breaths, Cho started to replay the events of what had just happened over again in his mind. Holstering his firearm, he took out a notepad and a pen. For fear that the memory would leave him like the details of a dream, he wrote down as much as he could. Half-sentences, single words, crude drawings, his notes would probably seem like the hurried ramblings of an emotionally unstable teenager. Regardless of how nonsensical his notes might seem to someone else, he would be able to make use of them later.

Once he had jotted down everything that came to mind, he put his notepad away and just allowed himself a minute or two to let the craziness settle. Just what exactly did he see, and more importantly, what exactly had he gotten himself into? Having been born (to the best of his knowledge) and raised in The City, he was no stranger to the myths and urban legends surrounding his hometown, but this was a bit much. Tonight he had experienced something that would undoubtedly be hard to explain. Nothing of what had just happened seemed terribly believable, and so this was the dilemma that he now found himself with. How could he tell anyone about what he had just seen without being flagged as psychotic? This was certainly going to put his newfound detective skills to the test.

[MiscChaos]

Knowing no one should know where she is at the moment, she suppresses her nearly automatic urge to shout out a greeting before she checks out her visitors. What she sees makes her glad she did. 3 people, all heavily armed, all in a sort of uniform. And based on how hard they were just banging on her door, they can't be happy. Now, a bolder person than she might damn the consequences and try to find out just what they want. A bolder person might think that the weapons they carry are for show. She is not one of those people. You don't parade a weapon around town unless you're stupid or you're unafraid to use it. She's going to bet on the latter. So she begins looking for a window or a back door to jump out of. Discretion is the better part of valor, after all and a 3-on-1 fight isn't what she'd like to call good odds.

"I just cannae catch a break." She mutters to herself as she searches, keeping a hold on the spear's container the entire time.

[[Brand_Name]]

Caroline jumped a bit when the pelt collapsed onto the ground below. How was it that an inanimate object like a bear's pelt could move by itself? And she would have sworn that it was alive no more than a few seconds ago. She guessed that it must be controlled by some unknown third party, but nonetheless carefully walked over to it. As she did so, she remembered the knife strapped to her calf: "never leave home without a weapon." Her father had taught her at least one useful rule to live by. Taking the knife from its sheath, she admired the pelt- teeth, fur, claws, and all. It was surely worth quite a lot. When she finally was close enough to touch it, she reached down and picked it up, wrapping herself in its warmth.

[Lynxy]

Satinka blinked several times as she stared dubfounded at Jessica. The vision had left her with no sense of time, and she couldn't be cartain how long she had been holding the weapon out at arms length and staring at the modest accents on its head. She looked from the weapon to Jessica, and then back again in silence, not quite sure where to begin to explain why she was brandishig an antiquated weapon in the bakery's store front.

"Hi..." She started sheepishly, "Some guy just came in and left... this... for me. I... I have no idea why." She turned quickly to find the tube and put the spear away, unconsciously spinning it from her right hand to her left behind her back before grabbing at the case with significantly less grace than she had just shown simply changing hands with the weapon. She flipped the unclasped lid open and easily stuffed the spear back into the tube the way it had been before. "Did you, ahmm... need some help unloading the flour now?"

The vision continued to repeat through Satinka's mind, but right now she knew it would make her sound crazy if she shared that part of what had happened.

[Zender_Solarheart]

So, the shop remains open. Very well.

Upon entry, however, Marco cannot help but note a rather prominent odor in the air: nicotine vapor, indicative of freshly-smoked cigarettes. Given the present nature of the shop's apparent clerk, it's rather easy to deduce the nicotine fumes' origins, though her choice of attire is rather dubious. Her offer for the scarf is difficult to beat, however: a paltry 5 dollars, added to the request to "kill some time." A common abstraction of the local vernacular, and one Marco recognizes, though he's not exactly an expert conversationalist.

Complicating matters, however, is a text from Mary. At long last, she's made visual confirmation of a Society member, which she is currently pursuing. This cuts Marco's available time to "kill" with the clerk rather short...but it's a price he'll have to pay, as Mary and their mutual investigations take priority. Placing his 5 dollars on the check-out desk, he remarks: "My time is short, but I'll spare what I can." With that said, he walks over to the scarf, and begins to examine it more closely. She said it was crafted by a ninja clan...one presumably known as the "Iko." How interesting...

[Reaver]

Ulfr fingered his hammer pendant as he stepped off the plane into the mysterious place known as The City. He hoped it would ward off any immediate ghosts, seeing that he was a superstitious man. He swiftly moved through the airport since he hadn't brought any baggage along besides his current clothes which included a leather jacket that showed off his proud muscles, the dog-tags and his Danish necklace. He took a deep breath of the city air, tasting the smog on his tongue. It wasn't like things back home where the fog rolled in in the morning and left dew in its wake. Not that it mattered much to him, fresh air was a virtue that his home had possessed but it wasn't like he expected it everywhere in the world. Ulfr decided to go towards the docks in an attempt to appease any deities watching these lands. His dad had always said, "The strongest guardians of any land weither mortal or spectral always guard the borders. They don't hide behind the walls or treaties, they stand up front to fight any danger to what they hold dear before it can even get close to it."

Ulfr had took this to heart, always paying attention to the outskirts or in this case the docks of a city. Usually it ended up being worthwhile as they brought him worthy connections with traders and other folks. "Lets see what this town has to offer a Viking."

[Nobudi]

MiscChaos - Aislinn Desmond

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Quickly, you scan the motel room. There's only a single bed, a small television set, a chair and a set of doors that lead to a small closet, the other the bathroom.
The bathroom itself only has a shower stall, a sink, and a toilet, where there is a tiny window.
Its hard to say if you can truly fit through the window, but move quick, the pounding is only getting more intense.

[Brand_Name] - Caroline Blackwell

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The fur is nice and warm as you wrap it around you. You can smell traces of smoke, and food, and alcohol from the pelt.

Initial Sync - Freelance Lore
Task- Imprinting of the Weapon of Lore
Stat(s) - Sync / Difficulty - Easy (3 to pass)
5,3,6,5 - Passed.

So warm... but the temperature is getting hotter, and you can't shrug off the pelt.
And you find yourself growing angry at this.
You're boiling, and so is your blood. And you want things to start breaking. Now.

You are now Berserk. You gain (Sync+Handling)/2 for all Physical Traits while taking half that score penalty on all Mental Traits.

Task - Rolling to Dodge
Stat(s) - Coordination, Intelligence / Difficulty - Hard (7 to pass)
3,3,4,6,1,2,6,2,4 - Failed.

Out of nowhere, a wall of Black hits you hard... really hard. You can feel yourself hit the water, and then blackness.

You are no longer Berserk.

When you come to, you find yourself on a bed, too tired to move, but faintly aware of speech, and it sounded like an argument.

Lynxy - Satinka Soulgrasp

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Jessica warily looks at the tube before nodding her head shakily.
"Yeah.. sure." She gave you a slightly wider berth than normal, as if you'd go psycho in her shop with the spear.
After moving the groceries, Jessica gave you a rather shaky smile, as she explained.
"Sorry, never thought I'd ever be up close and personal with a weapon. Especially from someone like you."
Perhaps she might be exaggerating just a tad.

Shura - Cho Kenji

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"Ah, newbie. Thought I'd manage to find you here," a voice called out, making you involuntarily jump.
Walking up to you were a duo of Officers, a man and a woman. The woman was wrinkling her nose at the stench of the bar, but the other grabbed you by the hands and shook them excitedly.
"Hello, Major Samson, call me Pete, and this," he said, gesturing at his partner, who was looking your notes with a rather stony expression, "Is Major Belle. Call her Tink."
The Major's eyes flicked to your from your notes and gave a curt not, before taking the notes and handing them to Samson.
As he looked at the notes, you can see his expression fall.
"Officer Cho," Samson said with a tone of concern. But, there was a hint of iron in that concern as well. Then his voice dropped to but a whisper.
"If you care for the lives of the civilian public, as well as your own, you will be like every other officer, and say you saw nothing. Nothing, understand? If evidence goes out, then innocent people will be throwing away their lives for nothing."

Zender_Solarheart - Marco Jingami

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'No time, huh?" the shopkeeper said thoughtfully, as she pulled out a pack of playing card.
"Ever played Slap Jack?"
With no better alternatives, the next half hour plays out as a back and forth win-loss scenario. This woman has good reflexes.
Finally, you get a new text.

From: Mary
To: Marco
Residential District. Soceity mem fought. 3 Dead. Mem gone. Cops not here yet. Sending Location.

Seeing you take the message, the shopkeeper gave a tired sigh. "Thanks for your patronage. You know where to look if you wanna kill some time later on."

Reaver - Úlfr Kraki

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The Docks are quiet, and without a soul in sight.
Its just you and the faint scent of sea spray.
Out of nowhere, about a dozen piers over, there's a loud thud as something colossal hit the pier, followed by several loud splashes.
Rushing over there, you can see an old, busted up shipping container lodged into the pier and several cars slowing sinking in the water.
And still not a soul to be seen.

A few minutes before (For Anyone)

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A few blocks away from a bar that was recently destroyed, a figure stood on the roof of an apartment building.
It did not stand alone though. A child, probably no older than 9 or 10 years old stood at attention.
If one took the opportunity to explore the child's features, one would be able to see a latticework of scar tissue across the child's skin, and the eyes had lost all pigment, giving the eyes a milky white consistency.
The larger figure dialed a number on its smartphone and waited.
"Sétanta here," said a voice that quite accurately reflected a stereotypical "grumpy" elderly, with a strong Irish accent.
"... It's Victor. Status update, if you please."
"Well, dere's a new Keepa' walkin' round da City. Lass prolly doesn' know that she's one yet do. Ahm wonderin' ta meself if ah should go help da poor lass."
"Anything else?"
"... Lessee here... Ah, 'nadda Freelance on da loose, an Iga we loss track of."
There was a sigh on the other end. "Mochizuki's a Koga."
"Ahm old, not bloody stupid Lad," snorted the Irishman.
"... And Fragrach?"
"Nodda peep."
"Alright then, keep in touch."
"Ahll see ya 'round Laddie."

[Lynxy]

Satinka frowned and raised an eyebrow, indicating that she didn't particularly emapthize with her friends fears. "Well to be fair, neither of us knows anything about me." She said witha great deal more bitterness than she had intended. Seeing Jessica taken aback at her tone, however, made her regret her knee-jerk reaction. She sighed heavily and seemed to deflate as she did so, letting her own tensions and frustration sluff off.

"I'm sorry. It's just been a very strange and confusing evening ever since that jerk walked in and dumped that... thing on me." She confessed, nodding toward the tube. "I'll keep it stored away in my room, or maybe... I don't know... see about selling it or something." Satinka really had no intention of selling the spear at least until she figured out who she was, but she figured that showing some willingness to part with it would put Jessica at ease. "Hey Jess... I think I'm just going to turn in early. Tonight's been a bit too weird for me and I think I just need to sleep it off." She pointed to the wall clock behind her with her thumb, "It's past closing anyway. The only thing left to do should be locking up. Good night, I'll see you in the morning"

With a halfhearted smile, she grabbed her things (spear tube included) and headed up the two sets of stairs to the buildings attic. It would be kind to call the room sparsely decorated. The floor was simply aged wooden boards that were badly in need of resurfacing, and the walls were unpainted dry wall on the half of the room that she used, and uncoverred fiberglass insulation on the other half. The twin bed was comfortable enough, but it looked a little funny with it's mismatched bedding. Along the far wall was the rooms main redeeming feature: A wide window that looked out first over the roof of the other half of the building, and then over a large swath of the city. Butted right up against that window was a wooden desk and chair that was just as antiquated as the flooring, save that it's top was rubbed smooth from the days when it was used constantly.

Most nights Satinka would spend an hour or more looking out over the city and wondering what all was out there, but tonight her thoughts where internal. She laid the tube on the desk, then sat on the bed and stared at it. Part of her wanted to just go right to sleep and stop thinking about this, but the confusing vision wouldn't stop buzzing through her head. Eventually, curiosity won out and she got back up and pulled the spear from the tube for a second look. She couldn't explain it, but holding the thing just felt so right. She pulled the old chair out and sat down placing the butt of the spear on the ground and holding it upright in her right hand while leaning sideways on the desk. "Alright show me something" she said softly as she tried to will the visions to return.

[Zender_Solarheart]

So the woman plays Slap Jack? What a coincidence; Marco often played that with Mary to hone their own reflexes, as a quick response time frame can be paramount to success in what they do. That being said, the barely-clothed shopkeeper proves no easy competitor, and in terms of overall scoring, the two of them are at a stalemate. Considering Marco's own dexterity and sharp wits, this is most impressive, and beneath the cloak collar that hides all beneath his nose, he cannot help but smirk at the worthy opposition.

Of course, all good things must come to an end, and when Mary sends another text, her situation becomes a higher priority. Thankfully, the shopkeeper appears to understand this, and bids Marco a polite farewell. In reply, he nods respectfully to her, then exits the store with scarf in tow, keeping his pace at a walk until he's out the door, then speeding up to arrive at Mary's location in a swift yet efficient manner. The situation at that locale may end up requiring his assistance, and not only would it would be foolish to burn out all of his stamina sprinting there, but the quickened pace would likely attract unwanted attention from any alleyway thugs that may happen to spot him. He'd prefer to avoid such encounters along the way, if at all possible; while he can evade such thugs with relative ease, it will slow him down, as well as burn more stamina that he'd rather conserve.

Also, with three fatalities at the scene, Marco can't shake the feeling that Mary could end up in danger, as well...a thought which disturbs him to the core. That shopkeeper may have been good at playing Slap Jack, but Mary's the only person Marco's ever met that he feels he can trust beyond the shadow of a doubt. If he loses her, not only does he lose his ability to reside in her apartment, but he also loses the only true friend he's ever had...

[MiscChaos]

"Nae, cannae catch a break." She sighs as she notes that the only window to this place is in the bathroom and is tinier than she is. She debates trying for it anyway for all of two seconds before she decides that no, she doesn't want to be caught stuck halfway out of a window, stopped from getting out thanks to have boobs or an ass. Sighing again, she turns to the door and braces herself. Almost thoughtlessly, she pulls the spear out of its container and holds it, almost using it as a good luck charm before walking to the door. "Who the fock is bangin' a' me door!?" She shouts, sounding for all of the world like a pissed off Irish lass. She's not stupid enough to unlock it or stand close enough to it to be hit if they decide to break it open, but since running is out of the question, she must stand and fight.

[[Brand_Name]]

Caroline limply opened her eyes to the sound of an argument. Exhausted from whatever had happened to her when she put on the pelt, she could hardly move. All there was for her to do was check if she was still wearing the pelt and identify who were the people who were arguing near her- and, just as importantly, where in the hell she was.

[Reaver]

Ulfr smiled, happy to be breathing in the salty smell of the waters. The area was peaceful and deserted which suited him just fine. He was halfway through a prayer to Woden when a loud crash resonated from a few docks down. His fists instinctively clenched just in case of danger as he scanned the area to spot the origin of the disturbance. Once he reached the fallen container he began to look inside, ignoring the sinking cars.

[Shura]

Cho was startled when he heard the officer(s) call out to him. He hadn’t fully calmed down yet, so he was still a little on edge. Admittedly, and as far as he knew, this had been his first encounter with the supernatural. All things considered, he was taking it pretty well. He wasn’t in shock, or denial, but he wasn’t in total belief either. Whatever quasi-supernatural bullshit that he had encountered didn’t suddenly make him a pious and god-fearing man. Hell, he didn’t suddenly believe in leprechauns either, no matter how many colors and oddly-shaped marshmallows their cereal had. The point is, his enjoyment of rainbows was not solely dependant on the belief that there was a pot of gold at either end.

One of the officers introduced himself as Major Pete Samson, and the other as Major Tink Bell. Cho would definitely remember their names, but he wouldn’t invest too much thought into their possible literary origins. Before he had a chance to speak up, his notes had been taken from him by the stone-faced Tink. There was no verbal communication from the woman, just an abrupt nod before she took the notepad out of his hand(s). She then handed them to Pete, whose enthusiastic demeanor changed immediately after skimming them.

Pete’s words were troubling, as was the expression on his face. He was basically telling Cho to shut up about the whole thing, otherwise there would be consequences. Cho couldn’t discern whether he was being threatened, warned, or what. All he knew was that he didn’t very much care for it. He hadn’t exactly decided to write a tell-all book about the night’s incident, but he wasn’t just about to drop it either.

“Does that warning come with any kind of an explanation? No offense, but I fail to see how we’re doing anyone any favors by not speaking up about whatever it is that’s really going on around here.” Cho paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts before he continued. “Even if I was going to say otherwise, I doubt anyone would believe me, so you don’t have to worry about it. What I want to know is, if we’re not telling people about this, what are we, the police doing about it in the meantime?” Cho started to get a bit more serious now, but was careful not to produce a threatening tone. He was no longer enthralled by his encounter with monsters, but his concerns were starting to shift in that direction.

If things like this hadn’t happened before, and weren’t happening now, then Major Samson’s reaction would probably be much different. Cho surmised that there was a lot more going on here than just the little speck that he had come across. How common were these occurrences? Seeing what he had with his own eyes now gave credence to the myths and urban legends that he had assumed were just that. If push came to shove, would conventional weapons even work on these things? Cho had little doubt that guns could work on just about anything, but they were designed first and foremost with harming other people in mind. Would he have to bust out the garlic necklaces and start loading silver bullets into his gun? Could fiction provide any viable countermeasures? All sorts of silly questions could now be considered relevant.

It had been the start of an odd night for Detective Cho Kenji. He had chased after some kind of demon, encountered Frankenstein’s monster, Frankenstein himself, and met the contemporary stand-ins for Peter Pan and Tinker Bell. The best part of course was that he was privy to almost none of this information. Whether he would find out more about tonight as time went on remained to be seen. All kinds of crazy shit was happening across The City. This was just the tip of a very dangerous iceberg.

Cho didn’t know if he wanted to drink, smoke, fuck, eat, or any combination there of to take his mind off of things. All he could really settle on was that he still had a job to do. There would be plenty of time for that other stuff later, or so he really hoped. It would be nice if Major Pete, and Major Tink would enlighten him as to the gravity of the situation, but he was slightly skeptical of that outcome.