Post by Vryka on Oct 30, 2014 9:02:14 GMT
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Vryka
Victim
Police
Cyanida
The Hemlocks
Strike-Nine
Nightshade
Curare/2nd police (doesn't speak)
Vryka had been enjoying this man. He was blind, he was. Well, maybe he was not, but a walking stick, dark shades and a giant sign saying 'I am blind' sort of gives it away. It was quite odd, really. He wasn't like the other people, and not because of his visibility problems. For example, he had body guards. And not just past tense, he used to have body guards. Really, he still does, but they're scattered all across the city in a septillion pieces.
You see, this man was also quite large. They say he would have been a Sumo wrestler, but he failed the intelligence test because he didn't eat the table. But not just was he obese, but it seemed he was an elderly man too. He seemed quite important, to have guards. It itched within her skull; the curiosity. "You're not very important-looking."
A face of fear was imminent on his face, staggering backwards. It was expected, you know. After all, she did corner this man into a corner and murder his bodyguards. He looked quite afraid, a little more than you would expect. Finally, his pathetic mouth managed to utter something. "You'll never get anything! The Hemlock family will never rule!"
For a second, Vryka was about to say some snappy comeback, but only confusion came. Hemlock family? What's that? There's a fancy restaurant called 'the Hemlock Stop', but other than that, she's never heard of it. She was about to ask what the Hemlock family is, but then something else came.
A minuscule red dot. That's what it was, a minuscule light. It slowly, but quite surely, centralized into the middle of his head. For a brief time, it reminded Vryka of one of the red light targets of a sniper, but surely, well... "Why are you looking at my forehe-"BANG.
A loud bang was heard, as the onomatopoeia showed. Aside from that was, well... use your imagination, this is PG -13, little gore! Darnit. All I can say it was gruesome. But anyway, Vryka thought it was pretty cool. She sat down, next to the corpse, scavenging his pockets for clues as to what the 'Hemlock' family was. There was little more than a wallet with a few spare zeni in it.
Wait. A wave of thoughts washed over Vryka, as if a beach... they assassinated that man. That fat, blind, old stupid man. What an awful waste of effort. That effort should have been put on her, but that wou-WAIT. They didn't assassinate her... how dare they! I mean, was she not worth assassinating? Was she some tupenny beggar? NO! She was a demon! There should be many people wanting her head on a spike, but no, they want to assassinate a useless fat blind idiotic elder? Pathetic!
She thoughtfully thought on these thoughts, full of thoughtful thoughts in a thoughtful manner, until a siren interrupted her thoughtful thoughtfulness with inthoughtful noise. If you where to ask Vryka, it hurt the ears, and sounded like one of those police cars from the TV. Wait- maybe it was a police car. That would make sense. They don't like killing, apparently. What strange people, police where. The sirens sirenned, the alarms alarmed, the doohickeys doohicked. It was quite usual, really.
She had seen lights of blue and red, a fore-coming of what's to come, a come of what did come to come. Two police cars, it was. They swerved quite fast, stopped quite abruptly (nearly turning 180* in the process), and a figure came out of each. The only word needed to describe one of them was 'prinny', and the other? He appeared to be a trigger-happy, speeding person who's been playing way too much shoot'em'ups. The latter shouted, with a large microphone, "Put your hands behind your back!"
"Why?"
"You are charged with homicide!"
"Oh. And?"
"Put your hands behind your back!"
"I have no reason to. Why?"
"By the name of the law, put your hands behind your back!"
Vryka figured they knew who she was, or else they'd have already tried to tackle her.
"I didn't kill him" she said, poking the body with a large stick.
"You can tell that to the authorities!"
"Why?"
He fired a warning shot. Why, that little bugger! She sent a simple weak ki blast, hitting the gun out of his hands. "NOW!"
Vryka has had enough. She shot a large stream of fire, nearly melting in hat in the process. He returned fire. You could smell his fear."This is your last chance!"
With some quick movements, the car was sliced in half, promptly followed by the other one. By this time, both officers (one of which didn't say anything), rapidly shot at her. Even if she didn't dodge them all, they had horrible aim. It was a wonder they had their jobs. Roughly seven seconds from slicing the cars, they went in only what can be explained as KABOOM. To the both of them. She started to levitate off of the ground, sunward, as the police officers randomly shot but couldn't hit since the sun was in the way. As is.
Well, this seems it would interest Vryka for a while... to the Hemlock Stop!
Yes, to!
Vryka had found her way alright. It was quite easy to find the place, the giant Xenon lights saying 'the Hemlock Stop' made it easy enough to find. She was in disguise form, which was easy to maintain, and she moved her hair to cover her horns. Getting inside was even easier.
She sat down at the bar, the bar stool making her immensely uncomfortable. A stereotypical, well, bar-person. Vryka didn't have a bug vocabulary. While the uniform was immensely stereotypical, it had unusual streaks of green in the uniform, and even in his hair. His voice was reassuring and seductive, and it better be, for the tips. "Name your poison."
Vryka smiled, stroking her invisible nonexistent girl-beard. She looked at his name tag, which said Cyanida. Quite feminine sounding name for a guy, she thought. "What about I call it Jim? No, Bob! Steve is is fashion now, isn't it? Wait, no."
Cyanida, she inwardly laughed at that name, looked quite confused.
"No. Mr and Mrs Hemlock, please?"
"I'm sorry? I'm afraid the boss, and his wife, are, uh, busied with business matters."
"I'm not that stupid."
"You are if you're asking for boss. For your own sake, leave it."
"I'm a reasonably powerful demon. If you deny me, YOU'RE asking for trouble."
Before he could kick her out, her eyes appeared to flash with magic and her hair moved, showing he horns. "Uh... You better come with me."
Yes.
To!
Vryka had followed Cyanida into a room with a large green sign saying 'STAFF ONLY' on it. She wondered if staff where allowed in it. There was another door, appearing to made out of gold. "Boss is in here. I didn't help you here. You don't know me."
He left quickly, not much to describe about it. She was left around, to look at the room. It was a bland room, it smelt of toxic chemicals and moldy sandwiches. There was a large cupboard with large mops, cleaning chemicals and multiple concoctions in which we may never know the purpose of. It was quite bland, really. She looked at the gold-painted door. It was an interesting door. It looked like it was made out of golden bricks.
And that was the exact reason why she kicked it in for no reason but none! Golden bricks smashed down, loud clunking sounds where heard and the path was cleared... to reveal two figures. One was masculine, one feminine. They both had stereotypical tuxedos, looked stereotypical, and, in a stereotypical way, said, simultaneously, "Who the hell are you?"
"I am what is under the bed. I am the darkness in the cupboard, I am the eyes in the corner of your vision. I am the one that follows you when alone. I am Death. I am the shadow. I am beyond. I am your nightmare... I am the demon from below the covers. Your tears are delicious."
"You... you have stolen the spotlight. What do you want?" they say, as she reverts to her original form.
"Ernic and Belladonna Hemlock. You assassinated an elderly stupid fat man and not me. How dare?"
"You monster. If you must know, he held information that we need for... plans. But now, you know too much."
Vryka thought it odd about how they still spoke simultaneously. Must be marriage, she thought.
A grunt came from behind. It was loud and imposing, and sounding a bit like chalk and a blackboard being put in an active giant blender, only made deep.
"Thanks?"
She looked at where the voice came from. There where three people there, actually. One was large, where the grunt came from. He could barely fit into the space-ish room, he wore 'hip' clothing and had a large stick with a rusty nail in it. There was another, quite small and sitting on the firsts vast muscly elbow. It was a she, and she wore stylized leather, with green and gold dyed, and a green motorcycling mask/helmet with a shaded green visor. Close inspection shows that she had a sniper on her back, and knifes in convenient places. The last, he was a medium-sized man. He had two katanas, one in each hand, wore samurai-like armor and had knife-like knuckle busters, all green.
She was beginning to feel they liked green.
"Oh. Hi."
"Meet Strike-Nine,-"
"What a little girly you are."
"-, Nightshade,-"
"Nothing personal."
"- and Curare. These are the best you can buy."
"Oh, really? It'd be an honor then to kill them."
Veni. Vidi. Vici.
Vryka stepped out of the rubble. Yes, rubble. She may, or may not, have decimated the building. She did, by the way. She had killed the three mercenaries with great trouble, and thwarted the attempts for the Hemlocks escape. Now, what she came here for. "You have some answering to do."
They where quite close to death. In fact, mrs has died. That leaves only Ernic. She kicked him in the gut, as you do. "You..."
"Yes?"
"@%^@&*$&@()#$^!)*$^&@)$!&*$()$(*!^$&*!#^!(*$&!()_%$^!&*$^!($&!@)(%&^!()&^%$)"
"You've got a dirt mouth. Now I need to shut you up."
She slapped him, blood coming with it. He was barely standing, and he couldn't fight back. He kicked him in the stomach, as he fell down in pain. As he recovered, she started to taunt. "You see this hand? See what I do with this hand. You watching?"
"Darn you, I'm watching."
"That's awfully vulgar of you. Are you watching this hand?"
She kicked him in the groin. "Well you should have been watching this foot."
She watched him carefully. He was annoyed, she was sure of it. But now she had to hurry, the sound of police sirens returned. She prepared herself to give him even a slightly honorable death... and it came. A steady stream of fire came out of her mouth, and he screamed at the same time. It was all quite pleasant, she thought.
Three police cars came as their inhabitants had gotten out. They looked at the area, taking a few shots, two of them coming out to arrest somebody... Vryka flew away in the mask of night, happily, leaving the police to arrest what used to be a kingpin of crime, but now a bunch of ash. That was fun, she thought. She'd do this again, she thought. All of this caused by an assassination nothing to do with her, he thought. Lovely, she thought.
Vryka
Victim
Police
Cyanida
The Hemlocks
Strike-Nine
Nightshade
Curare/2nd police (doesn't speak)
Vryka had been enjoying this man. He was blind, he was. Well, maybe he was not, but a walking stick, dark shades and a giant sign saying 'I am blind' sort of gives it away. It was quite odd, really. He wasn't like the other people, and not because of his visibility problems. For example, he had body guards. And not just past tense, he used to have body guards. Really, he still does, but they're scattered all across the city in a septillion pieces.
You see, this man was also quite large. They say he would have been a Sumo wrestler, but he failed the intelligence test because he didn't eat the table. But not just was he obese, but it seemed he was an elderly man too. He seemed quite important, to have guards. It itched within her skull; the curiosity. "You're not very important-looking."
A face of fear was imminent on his face, staggering backwards. It was expected, you know. After all, she did corner this man into a corner and murder his bodyguards. He looked quite afraid, a little more than you would expect. Finally, his pathetic mouth managed to utter something. "You'll never get anything! The Hemlock family will never rule!"
For a second, Vryka was about to say some snappy comeback, but only confusion came. Hemlock family? What's that? There's a fancy restaurant called 'the Hemlock Stop', but other than that, she's never heard of it. She was about to ask what the Hemlock family is, but then something else came.
A minuscule red dot. That's what it was, a minuscule light. It slowly, but quite surely, centralized into the middle of his head. For a brief time, it reminded Vryka of one of the red light targets of a sniper, but surely, well... "Why are you looking at my forehe-"BANG.
A loud bang was heard, as the onomatopoeia showed. Aside from that was, well... use your imagination, this is PG -13, little gore! Darnit. All I can say it was gruesome. But anyway, Vryka thought it was pretty cool. She sat down, next to the corpse, scavenging his pockets for clues as to what the 'Hemlock' family was. There was little more than a wallet with a few spare zeni in it.
Wait. A wave of thoughts washed over Vryka, as if a beach... they assassinated that man. That fat, blind, old stupid man. What an awful waste of effort. That effort should have been put on her, but that wou-WAIT. They didn't assassinate her... how dare they! I mean, was she not worth assassinating? Was she some tupenny beggar? NO! She was a demon! There should be many people wanting her head on a spike, but no, they want to assassinate a useless fat blind idiotic elder? Pathetic!
She thoughtfully thought on these thoughts, full of thoughtful thoughts in a thoughtful manner, until a siren interrupted her thoughtful thoughtfulness with inthoughtful noise. If you where to ask Vryka, it hurt the ears, and sounded like one of those police cars from the TV. Wait- maybe it was a police car. That would make sense. They don't like killing, apparently. What strange people, police where. The sirens sirenned, the alarms alarmed, the doohickeys doohicked. It was quite usual, really.
She had seen lights of blue and red, a fore-coming of what's to come, a come of what did come to come. Two police cars, it was. They swerved quite fast, stopped quite abruptly (nearly turning 180* in the process), and a figure came out of each. The only word needed to describe one of them was 'prinny', and the other? He appeared to be a trigger-happy, speeding person who's been playing way too much shoot'em'ups. The latter shouted, with a large microphone, "Put your hands behind your back!"
"Why?"
"You are charged with homicide!"
"Oh. And?"
"Put your hands behind your back!"
"I have no reason to. Why?"
"By the name of the law, put your hands behind your back!"
Vryka figured they knew who she was, or else they'd have already tried to tackle her.
"I didn't kill him" she said, poking the body with a large stick.
"You can tell that to the authorities!"
"Why?"
He fired a warning shot. Why, that little bugger! She sent a simple weak ki blast, hitting the gun out of his hands. "NOW!"
Vryka has had enough. She shot a large stream of fire, nearly melting in hat in the process. He returned fire. You could smell his fear."This is your last chance!"
With some quick movements, the car was sliced in half, promptly followed by the other one. By this time, both officers (one of which didn't say anything), rapidly shot at her. Even if she didn't dodge them all, they had horrible aim. It was a wonder they had their jobs. Roughly seven seconds from slicing the cars, they went in only what can be explained as KABOOM. To the both of them. She started to levitate off of the ground, sunward, as the police officers randomly shot but couldn't hit since the sun was in the way. As is.
Well, this seems it would interest Vryka for a while... to the Hemlock Stop!
Yes, to!
Vryka had found her way alright. It was quite easy to find the place, the giant Xenon lights saying 'the Hemlock Stop' made it easy enough to find. She was in disguise form, which was easy to maintain, and she moved her hair to cover her horns. Getting inside was even easier.
She sat down at the bar, the bar stool making her immensely uncomfortable. A stereotypical, well, bar-person. Vryka didn't have a bug vocabulary. While the uniform was immensely stereotypical, it had unusual streaks of green in the uniform, and even in his hair. His voice was reassuring and seductive, and it better be, for the tips. "Name your poison."
Vryka smiled, stroking her invisible nonexistent girl-beard. She looked at his name tag, which said Cyanida. Quite feminine sounding name for a guy, she thought. "What about I call it Jim? No, Bob! Steve is is fashion now, isn't it? Wait, no."
Cyanida, she inwardly laughed at that name, looked quite confused.
"No. Mr and Mrs Hemlock, please?"
"I'm sorry? I'm afraid the boss, and his wife, are, uh, busied with business matters."
"I'm not that stupid."
"You are if you're asking for boss. For your own sake, leave it."
"I'm a reasonably powerful demon. If you deny me, YOU'RE asking for trouble."
Before he could kick her out, her eyes appeared to flash with magic and her hair moved, showing he horns. "Uh... You better come with me."
Yes.
To!
Vryka had followed Cyanida into a room with a large green sign saying 'STAFF ONLY' on it. She wondered if staff where allowed in it. There was another door, appearing to made out of gold. "Boss is in here. I didn't help you here. You don't know me."
He left quickly, not much to describe about it. She was left around, to look at the room. It was a bland room, it smelt of toxic chemicals and moldy sandwiches. There was a large cupboard with large mops, cleaning chemicals and multiple concoctions in which we may never know the purpose of. It was quite bland, really. She looked at the gold-painted door. It was an interesting door. It looked like it was made out of golden bricks.
And that was the exact reason why she kicked it in for no reason but none! Golden bricks smashed down, loud clunking sounds where heard and the path was cleared... to reveal two figures. One was masculine, one feminine. They both had stereotypical tuxedos, looked stereotypical, and, in a stereotypical way, said, simultaneously, "Who the hell are you?"
"I am what is under the bed. I am the darkness in the cupboard, I am the eyes in the corner of your vision. I am the one that follows you when alone. I am Death. I am the shadow. I am beyond. I am your nightmare... I am the demon from below the covers. Your tears are delicious."
"You... you have stolen the spotlight. What do you want?" they say, as she reverts to her original form.
"Ernic and Belladonna Hemlock. You assassinated an elderly stupid fat man and not me. How dare?"
"You monster. If you must know, he held information that we need for... plans. But now, you know too much."
Vryka thought it odd about how they still spoke simultaneously. Must be marriage, she thought.
A grunt came from behind. It was loud and imposing, and sounding a bit like chalk and a blackboard being put in an active giant blender, only made deep.
"Thanks?"
She looked at where the voice came from. There where three people there, actually. One was large, where the grunt came from. He could barely fit into the space-ish room, he wore 'hip' clothing and had a large stick with a rusty nail in it. There was another, quite small and sitting on the firsts vast muscly elbow. It was a she, and she wore stylized leather, with green and gold dyed, and a green motorcycling mask/helmet with a shaded green visor. Close inspection shows that she had a sniper on her back, and knifes in convenient places. The last, he was a medium-sized man. He had two katanas, one in each hand, wore samurai-like armor and had knife-like knuckle busters, all green.
She was beginning to feel they liked green.
"Oh. Hi."
"Meet Strike-Nine,-"
"What a little girly you are."
"-, Nightshade,-"
"Nothing personal."
"- and Curare. These are the best you can buy."
"Oh, really? It'd be an honor then to kill them."
Veni. Vidi. Vici.
Vryka stepped out of the rubble. Yes, rubble. She may, or may not, have decimated the building. She did, by the way. She had killed the three mercenaries with great trouble, and thwarted the attempts for the Hemlocks escape. Now, what she came here for. "You have some answering to do."
They where quite close to death. In fact, mrs has died. That leaves only Ernic. She kicked him in the gut, as you do. "You..."
"Yes?"
"@%^@&*$&@()#$^!)*$^&@)$!&*$()$(*!^$&*!#^!(*$&!()_%$^!&*$^!($&!@)(%&^!()&^%$)"
"You've got a dirt mouth. Now I need to shut you up."
She slapped him, blood coming with it. He was barely standing, and he couldn't fight back. He kicked him in the stomach, as he fell down in pain. As he recovered, she started to taunt. "You see this hand? See what I do with this hand. You watching?"
"Darn you, I'm watching."
"That's awfully vulgar of you. Are you watching this hand?"
She kicked him in the groin. "Well you should have been watching this foot."
She watched him carefully. He was annoyed, she was sure of it. But now she had to hurry, the sound of police sirens returned. She prepared herself to give him even a slightly honorable death... and it came. A steady stream of fire came out of her mouth, and he screamed at the same time. It was all quite pleasant, she thought.
Three police cars came as their inhabitants had gotten out. They looked at the area, taking a few shots, two of them coming out to arrest somebody... Vryka flew away in the mask of night, happily, leaving the police to arrest what used to be a kingpin of crime, but now a bunch of ash. That was fun, she thought. She'd do this again, she thought. All of this caused by an assassination nothing to do with her, he thought. Lovely, she thought.