Murder XX: A Night In Terror Town

"A serial killer is somebody who kills... a lot of people without any remorse." Chucky explained, for once not sounding mean and talking genuinely civil to someone... albeit about murdering people.

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"I'm a serial killer. I've killed hundreds of people without even blinking an eye and I ain't gonna be stopping anytime soon. No way, no how." With that, Chucky turned to Makoto and the hot topic reject.


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"I dunno about you, but a name like 'Conduit' sounds like somethin' that people call themselves to compensate for their micro penis."
Chucky said with a smirk before looking up at Delsin, though he didn't say anything.

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"I get more half of it, and it sounds about right~," Jack replies, "now that we think of it, serial killer does have a nice ring to it, a very fitting title for us. Mmhmm. Thanks Mr... hmmm... what was your name again?"

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"I get more half of it, and it sounds about right~," Jack replies, "now that we think of it, serial killer does have a nice ring to it, a very fitting title for us. Mmhmm. Thanks Mr... hmmm... what was your name again?"

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" 'Us'? Kid, there ain't no 'us.' There's me, myself, and I." Chucky said, not particularly liking the idea of rolling with some wannabe serial killer kid. "Name's Chucky." He replied, giving out his name only for clarity's sake.

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"Oh? And just where are you from?" Queen asked Trevor. Similar to Trever and Ethan, Makoto was a bit confused by some of the things their guests would talk about. But, unlike them, she wouldn't keep the questions only in her thoughts.

"A Conduit? What even is that?"
she asked Delsin before taking a seat on the ground beside Sherry. Looking around at the others, she could see that many of them were quite different from herself. A few of them even creeped her out, albeit not as much as the pale figure she had viewed in the mirror earlier. Thank god Joker was here; at least she could relate to him.

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"A land that'll be dead in the next year or so," Trevor bluntly retorted Queen's questions. "Could just stay here, if I wanted to."

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Trevor never considered himself personally tied to Wallachia. It may be ancestral hearth of the Belmont family (or at least it used to be), but there isn't much sense in sticking around in a dying country that doesn't even want your help. Better to just leave the scraps for the Church - they seem to have a solution to Dracula's hordes. Yes, they have god on their side, which means they'll be able to sit back and watch the clueless people suffer.

The damn book never said that a church wall could stop a demon's fireball.

Maybe the old Speaker tribes had the right idea - never staying in one place, but staying in a tight group of people that aren't complete arse-heads. The Belmont libraries told about the Speaker's traveling from place-to-place, being so protective of their secrets that they keep their history strictly oral. Couldn't put it past them - magic isn't a popular science. Then again, Trevor couldn't blame his dad for trying to get their history on paper - at some point, curiosity gets the better of us.

But, maybe those Speakers are the only good people left in Wallachia. The only people worth fighting for.

Trevor seemed to faze out during that extensive line of thought. He was already done with the stake by the time he returned to reality. Trevor gave the sharp wooden implement a quick look-over, before storing the stake away and tossing the (now dull and utterly useless) scissors aside.

"About ready to move out."

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Grell remained entirely uncaring about poor Sherry and her wound. That's what she got for being careless, after all. "I can't wait to get my hands on my Death Scythe. Kidnapping me should make this whole situation count as a Grim Reaper incident, so there should be no problem with me turning our captor into minced meat!"

Once again, Grell listened to Bray and Ethan talk, since they were talking right in front of her. For an American, Ethan had the manners of an Englishman. Were there other Brits besides herself? She didn't know.

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As Varus quickly followed the group into the building, he thought about how strange everything was. By now, he was expecting to encounter an inescapable fight, not a safe room. Perhaps the Noxians were not behind all of this after all. It seemed uncharacteristic of them to capture a handful of people and then put them in a mostly desolate city. It lacked brutality. Typically, those captured by Noxians were sent to the arena as gladiators or executed. He, along with everyone else, must have been captured by some other force.

Still, whoever was responsible for delaying his vengeance would surely pay.​
"A serial killer is somebody who kills... a lot of people without any remorse." Chucky explained, for once not sounding mean and talking genuinely civil to someone... albeit about murdering people.

"I'm a serial killer. I've killed hundreds of people without even blinking an eye and I ain't gonna be stopping anytime soon. No way, no how."
The Arrow of Retribution suddenly tensed up when he heard the doll define the phrase 'serial killer' and admit that he was one. Then, his eyebrows narrowed, his heartbeat quickened, and his hands turned into fists as he was consumed by uncontrollable hatred. Images of slaughtered innocent villagers filled his mind.

Charles Lee Ray was a ruthless murderer. Just like the Noxians.

"Bloodshed... carries a price," Varus declared with conviction before taking several steps toward Chucky and attempting to grab him by his collar. He would then try to rip his head off and throw his body, making sure that nobody was in the trajectory.
 
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" 'Us'? Kid, there ain't no 'us.' There's me, myself, and I." Chucky said, not particularly liking the idea of rolling with some wannabe serial killer kid. "Name's Chucky." He replied, giving out his name only for clarity's sake.

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"I meant us," Jack says as she points to herself. "Not you, not them, but us."

Jack decides to introduce herself now.

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"They call us Jack the Ripper."

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The Devil soon realized he had been left behind by the rest of the group. He soon tried to catch up with them while trying his best to avoid the mannequins, but suffered a few shots to the shoulder.
"Heh, dumb ol mannequins think a few bullets can stop me"
He soon caught up with the rest of the group.
"Didn't mean to fall behind. My bad."
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No...that couldn't be right. Grell turned to the child who just spoke up. "Dear, pardon me, but um...who did you say you were? And the they who call you that, who are they?"

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As Varus quickly followed the group into the building, he thought about how strange everything was. By now, he was expecting to encounter an inescapable fight, not a safe room. Perhaps the Noxians were not behind all of this after all. It seemed uncharacteristic of them to capture a handful of people and then put them in a mostly desolate city. It lacked brutality. Typically, those captured by Noxians were sent to the arena as gladiators or executed. He, along with everyone else, must have been captured by some other force.

Still, whoever was responsible for delaying his vengeance would surely pay.​

The Arrow of Retribution suddenly tensed up when he heard the doll define the phrase 'serial killer' and admit that he was one. Then, his eyebrows narrowed, his heartbeat quickened, and his hands turned into fists as he was consumed by uncontrollable hatred. Images of slaughtered innocent villagers filled his mind.

Charles Lee Ray was a ruthless murderer. Just like the Noxians.

"Bloodshed... carries a price," Varus declared with conviction before taking several steps toward Chucky and attempting to grab him by the neck. He would then try to rip his head off and throw his body, making sure that nobody was in the trajectory.
"I meant us," Jack says as she points to herself. "Not you, not them, but us."

Jack decides to introduce herself now.

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"They call us Jack the Ripper."

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"Good. Cause I ain't about to work with some stupid ki--HEY!"

Before Chucky could finish speaking, he suddenly found himself being lifted up by his collar. Before Varus could actually rip his head off, however, Chucky began to punch his arms with and squirm around with a surprising amount of strength, like he was a full grown adult male.

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"YOU STUPID CUNT! GET YOUR FUCKIN HANDS OFF ME!" Chucky yelled before letting out a loud scream and biting down onto Varus' arm in an attempt to get him to drop him.

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No...that couldn't be right. Grell turned to the child who just spoke up. "Dear, pardon me, but um...who did you say you were? And the they who call you that, who are they?"

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"Jack the Ripper," Jack says, "that is our name. It is what the people of London and those mean 'police' people call us. Seeing that you've heard of that name, is it safe to assume that you're from London too?"

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No...that couldn't be right. Grell turned to the child who just spoke up. "Dear, pardon me, but um...who did you say you were? And the they who call you that, who are they?"
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"Jack the Ripper," Jack says, "that is our name. It is what the people of London and those mean 'police' people of Scotland Yard call us. Seeing that you've heard of that name, is it safe to assume that you're from London too?"
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"Don't listen to her, Ms. Sutcliff. She's probably just playing. Ain't any goddamn way a little girl is Jack the Goddamn Ripper, after all. 'Sides, no one's reported a murder from him in five years or so, unless I missed a whole bunch of newspapers. This girl must have been in diapers back then. Realistically," Ethan piped up, briefly breaking away from his exchange with Bray.

"I think the real question is... What's a little girl doing in such... indecent clothing? Can barely call it clothing. Christ Almighty, I hope there's a towel or something nearby to cover you up with, kid," he said to the silver-haired girl, crossing his arms.

Meanwhile, the midget got himself into a fight, but Ethan was too tired to give a shit about that at the moment. It'll work itself out eventually... or not. Whatever.

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"Jack the Ripper hasn't committed a murder...because I'm the one that killed him!" Well, her, technically. And that was only half true...considering Grell was also technically Jack the Ripper. No way in Hell was she going to say that out loud, however. "This jacket I'm wearing? I collected it as a trophy, which is how I know she's lying. And yes, dear, save that getup for the bedroom-when you're much older, of course." Actually...Grell would look cute in the little guttersnipe's clothes-maybe she could get some lingerie custom-made after this little ordeal.

"Wait, wait...five years? But the Jack the Ripper killings only ended a few months ago!" How peculiar... "Maybe they just stopped publicizing them in America? Scandals seem to lose their glamour after a while there, or so I've heard."

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Sherry held unto Makoto as she proceeded to lead her out. "I'm not sure what that was...but it's gone now." Was the only thing she said. Monsters created as bio weapons was one thing...but ghosts? Above her pay grade.



The only thing Kuro found was a crusty old sock that almost looked liked his tail.



Sherry turned to respond to Ethan "There was someone, something inside the mirror. Like a pale distorted figure. Queen saw more than I did though..."



Trevor found one of the mannequins had a scissor firmly planted in its hand. After some yanking about he'd managed to procure it for his own uses. Strange that such a flimsy looking mannequin held something like that in its hand though...

Soon enough everyone had left the Clothing store and re-joined with the rest of the group standing outside. "I think it's time that we should head to that big building. Maybe we'll find something there...something that might help us." She added.

As Sherry finished her eyes widened in surprise and if anyone turned around they'd realize why.

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The mannequins in the clothing store had started to move and rather quickly crashed through the window towards them five in total. One of the mannequins hands slid open revealing a pistol of some sort behind it. Sherry was not going to sit around and see what came out of it. "Run!"

Hopefully you decided to follow Sherry towards the huge building as bullets whizzed over your head. As they were running Sherry was hit in the shoulder by one of the mannequins but managed to grit through it and into the building, pulling up the giant steel door into the house. Inside they found that the place looked as bad everything else so far. Luckily enough the door had a very sturdy iron bolt lock on it that should block out any unwanted guest.

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Other then the lock however it did not seem much friendlier then the outside. Sherry groaned in pain clutching her shoulder slumping down against the wall.

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Now, she may not look it, but Grell is quite capable in battle. With her death scythe and the agility of a Grim Reaper, she could definitely hold her own. But unfortunately, with neither asset here, there was only one thing she could do.

Run away screaming.

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!!! GET AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEE!!" Taling off for the big building, Grell would gasp for breath once inside. "This is the worst!" She wailed. "I want to go home, I hate being so defenseless!"


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Seishin cursed under his breath as the group made their way to the mansion standing in the distance. Almost reminiscent of the Kanemasa mansion in Sotoba, where Sunako had lived prior to them leaving that wretched village behind. The difference was that this place was in shambles like the rest of this town.

Luckily Sherry was being looked at. Dark eyes glanced around the room they currently rested in.

Though noticing Trevor make a stake, the Jinrou glanced away, on edge at the sight of the instrument. Instead he stood near Grell and company.

The talk about Jack the Ripper caused a slight a slight frown. That couldn't be right...that was back in the 1700's-1800's.

Blinking in bewilderment, he glanced between the two and the silver haired girl speaking with them in quiet disbelief.

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"A land that'll be dead in the next year or so," Trevor bluntly retorted Queen's questions. "Could just stay here, if I wanted to."

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Trevor never considered himself personally tied to Wallachia. It may be ancestral hearth of the Belmont family (or at least it used to be), but there isn't much sense in sticking around in a dying country that doesn't even want your help. Better to just leave the scraps for the Church - they seem to have a solution to Dracula's hordes. Yes, they have god on their side, which means they'll be able to sit back and watch the clueless people suffer.

The damn book never said that a church wall could stop a demon's fireball.

Maybe the old Speaker tribes had the right idea - never staying in one place, but staying in a tight group of people that aren't complete arse-heads. The Belmont libraries told about the Speaker's traveling from place-to-place, being so protective of their secrets that they keep their history strictly oral. Couldn't put it past them - magic isn't a popular science. Then again, Trevor couldn't blame his dad for trying to get their history on paper - at some point, curiosity gets the better of us.

But, maybe those Speakers are the only good people left in Wallachia. The only people worth fighting for.

Trevor seemed to faze out during that extensive line of thought. He was already done with the stake by the time he returned to reality. Trevor gave the sharp wooden implement a quick look-over, before storing the stake away and tossing the (now dull and utterly useless) scissors aside.

"About ready to move out."

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"Ehh? Seriously? You wanna fight guns with a pointy stick? I mean, I don't really mind you getting rid of those disgusting dolls. But that's pretty stupid, you know."

Numahime raised an eyebrow at Trevor's sudden readiness just because he had a stake. Guns weren't something that should have posed a challenge to her, but for some reason she had no real way to fight back here.
"Jack the Ripper hasn't committed a murder...because I'm the one that killed him!" Well, her, technically. And that was only half true...considering Grell was also technically Jack the Ripper. No way in Hell was she going to say that out loud, however. "This jacket I'm wearing? I collected it as a trophy, which is how I know she's lying. And yes, dear, save that getup for the bedroom-when you're much older, of course." Actually...Grell would look cute in the little guttersnipe's clothes-maybe she could get some lingerie custom-made after this little ordeal.

"Wait, wait...five years? But the Jack the Ripper killings only ended a few months ago!" How peculiar... "Maybe they just stopped publicizing them in America? Scandals seem to lose their glamour after a while there, or so I've heard."

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"...You guys, what decade are you from again?"

Though Numahime's style of dress suggested she was from an old, by-gone era, it seemed that these people thought Jack the Ripper was still a relevant topic. Which put them...

Er, in some time or other.

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"Jack the Ripper hasn't committed a murder...because I'm the one that killed him!" Well, her, technically. And that was only half true...considering Grell was also technically Jack the Ripper. No way in Hell was she going to say that out loud, however. "This jacket I'm wearing? I collected it as a trophy, which is how I know she's lying. And yes, dear, save that getup for the bedroom-when you're much older, of course." Actually...Grell would look cute in the little guttersnipe's clothes-maybe she could get some lingerie custom-made after this little ordeal.

"Wait, wait...five years? But the Jack the Ripper killings only ended a few months ago!" How peculiar... "Maybe they just stopped publicizing them in America? Scandals seem to lose their glamour after a while there, or so I've heard."
"...You guys, what decade are you from again?"

Though Numahime's style of dress suggested she was from an old, by-gone era, it seemed that these people thought Jack the Ripper was still a relevant topic. Which put them...

Er, in some time or other.​
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"Uh... Hmm."

Where to start with that?

"I think you misunderstand, Miss Sutcliff. I did say I was born in America, but... Well, I haven't actually been there in quite a while. In fact, I suppose you could say I made London my new home, to keep things simple," Ethan said, clearing his throat, "In any case... I mean, no one's ever sure when he stopped, some say '88 or damned '91, but you wanna go ahead and say you killed him like that?" He inquired, almost impressed with how casually Grell had said that to a degree, as he crossed his arms incredulously. He was honestly unsure of how to even react to such a statement, that such an infamous killer who disappeared into the night as abruptly as he'd appeared in the first place was put down without any fanfare to it.

"Couldn't tell ya how they covered him in America, though... Either way, I think you might be mistaken, ma'am. If I do say so myself, at least. Couldn't have been only a few months ago, unless you just happened to find him when he wasn't in the act. Never woulda thought I'd live in a world where a murderer like him would outlive Lord Tennyson though if that's the case," he continued, before proceeding to frown when Numahime said something rather peculiar.

"... The hell do you mean what decade am I from?" Ethan inquired in response to the girl with a raised eyebrow, "I didn't realize it wasn't our good Lord the year 1893 in certain places in the world."

And thus, the confusion would begin soon enough, no doubt.

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So.... does anyone know where the nearest source of liquor is? I could use some to deal with this...

Because yes, drinking is an acceptable way of dealing with abductions and crazy people. He was still convinced that Bray Wyatt would be a great source of amusement. After all, it wasn't every day you encountered someone that talked like that. He felt like he should get a lighter or a flashlight and turn it on whenever Bray spoke. For fun, of course...

I'm also a bit hungry...

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What? Why did no one believe her?! "I can say I killed him, because I did! Reaped his soul myself! It led to my suspension from my job and a large tailoring sum to get the blood out of the coat, yes, but I-"
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"W-Wait. Did...did you say 1893...? That can't be right! It's 1888! You're five years early, my dear! A-And what do you mean, 'outlive Lord Tennyson'? He's not dead yet!"

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"Good. Cause I ain't about to work with some stupid ki--HEY!"

Before Chucky could finish speaking, he suddenly found himself being lifted up by his collar. Before Varus could actually rip his head off, however, Chucky began to punch his arms and squirm around with a surprising amount of strength, like he was a full grown adult male.

"YOU STUPID CUNT! GET YOUR FUCKIN HANDS OFF ME!" Chucky yelled before letting out a loud scream and biting down onto Varus' arm in an attempt to get him to drop him.
To Varus's surprise, the doll was putting up more of a fight than he was expecting. Looks can be deceiving. He grunted as he struggled to subdue Chucky, but he still had him in his grasp.

Then, he felt teeth digging into his corrupted flesh. The pain was minute, however. The hardened carapace-like substance was similar to a gauntlet. Nevertheless, a small chunk of it was torn out of his arm, causing an acidic liquid to gush out, which definitely wouldn't bode well for Chucky.

Unfortunately for Varus, however, a reawakened pain afflicted his arm, causing him to grimace. The corruption did not like being hurt.

He threw the doll away and then held his bleeding arm for a few moments, examining it.

It was time to change tactics now that he learned the nature of Chucky's body. "All of the innocent you have killed... I fight for them," Varus exclaimed before charging toward the serial killer, aiming to kick him in the face.
 
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To Varus's surprise, the doll was putting up more of a fight than he was expecting. Looks can be deceiving. He grunted as he struggled to subdue Chucky, but he still had him in his grasp.

Then, he felt teeth digging into his corrupted skin. The pain was minute, however. The hardened carapace-like substance was similar to a gauntlet. Nevertheless, a small chunk of it was torn out of his arm, causing an acidic liquid to gush out, which definitely wouldn't bode well for Chucky.

Unfortunately for Varus, however, a reawakened pain afflicted his arm, causing him to grimace. The corruption did not like being hurt.

He threw the doll away and then held his bleeding arm for a few moments, examining it.

It was time to change tactics now that he learned the nature of Chucky's body. "All of the innocent you have killed... I fight for them," Varus exclaimed before charging toward the serial killer, aiming to kick him in the face.
Luckily for Chucky, the acid only managed to burn through his overalls and stopped before it touched his skin. Chucky would have gone to bite his arm again, though before he could do so, he was thrown away.

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"YOU FUCKER!!!!" Chucky screamed as he stood back up. Though, without his knife or any sort of weapon at his disposal, Chucky was a sitting duck in this fight.

"SHIT!!" Chucky screamed as he hopped out of Varus' way at the last second.

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"Thanks--" Queen found herself quickly cut off from anything else she was about to say to Joker when the mannequins within the store would come to life and proceed to kill them. The girl was indeed jerked along with Joker, still clinging to his arm at first when he started to run. She found her own momentum after a moment, however, and ran alongside him as fast as she could.

While she wasn't afraid of these creatures that were attacking them, the girl found herself very shocked at their sudden appearance. She rushed along into the building with the others, taking a moment to catch her breath before she would turn to see how Sherry was doing.

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"Ouch, it looks like you were nailed,"
Makoto said with a frown before kneeling down next to Sherry. "Let's take a look. How bad is it?" she questioned, taking a peek at her shoulder.

"Being defenseless is indeed the worst," Queen remarked in reply to Grell. She glanced down at her hands, flexing her fingers. "If Joker and I had our powers, we would've mopped the floor with those things." Makoto was confused as to why she was wearing her Metaverse outfit and yet didn't have her Metaverse powers. Hopefully they would find an explanation at some point.

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"I-I'm pretty sure the bullet went through,"
She replied groaning at the pain, concerned about the fact that the G-virus inside her body wasn't healing it. "I usually just shrug off something like this...guess this place is even weirder than I thought."

Trevor examined the scissors with a satisfied grunt. It wasn't the best, but it'll do. Pocketing the scissors, Trevor casually shuffled after the rest of the group. That is, until he heard movement behind him. Trevor his head to witness a horde of plastic humanoids smashing through the glass and barelling towards him and his entourage.

"Oh, hell, was this yours? Afraid I need it more than you do," Trevor taunted, motioning to his scissors. "Tough--"

A bullet whizzed through his coat.

"- SHIT!"


Trevor ducked under the oncoming gunfire, rolling through various hunks of cover as bullets whizzed past him and the rest of the group. He'd take off for the big building with the rest, diving in and forcefully yanking anyone who happened to be left outside. He'd be among the first to shut the door and lock it as soon as everyone was inside. Taking a massive gasp of breath inside, he'd rub the sweat off his forehead.

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"Artificial men shooting. . . little metal balls? That's new."


Trevor looked back across the room and spotted Sherry's wound. His expression wasn't as cocksure as before, but it didn't look like he had much empathy for the woman.

He thought real hard about it.

Fuck.

Fuck it.

Trevor stepped forward when Joker called for first aid. "Yeah, yeah, I got it," Trevor began as he walked from the door and slipped his fur coat off his shoulders, revealing a white shirt with a bright yellow family crest on his chest and back. Despite his rugged appearance, Trevor didn't need much thought as he proceeded to use his new scissors to cut a piece of fabric off his now-torn coat, stepping forward to Sherry and past Queen, pressing the fabric against her bleeding shoulder. He'd apply some pressure to it for a few minutes, waiting for the bleeding to subside before tightly wrapping it around both the entry and exit wounds in the tourniquet fashion.

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"Should keep you alive long enough. You, ah, might want to get that checked if we ever come across an actual town."


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The first aid seemed to have done the trick and stopped the bleeding, though obviously Sherry wasn't out of the waters just yet, but this should do the trick. "Thanks for the assist," She replied getting back to her feet. "And here I thought I was going to be the one doing the rescuing."

"What the fuck?!"

Ducking his head down, Ethan had no choice but to follow suit and flee from the mannequins, who had all been concealing weapons and were evidently, more pressingly, able to move. His mind raced as fast as his body did, his emotions being made up of a mix of confusion and fear as he could hardly even comprehend what he had seen before he'd turned tail and made for the building. Another second, and he might have been gunned down like a defenseless animal.

Well, that is to say, he did feel like a defenseless animal right now. No weapons, no idea of where they were. It felt like he and the others were all being kept in a deadly zoo-like place, and while the idea was just preposterous enough that Ethan might have almost been willing to entertain it, he decided instead to focus on where he was now instead of where he might be. Another empty building, just like the rest of the street... Cheery.

At the very least, there was no doubt in Ethan's mind that wherever they all were, they were here for a reason. And whoever was able to bring them all here... They really had to be something else to have that much power.​


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"... Jesus Hell."

Ethan could only shake his head briefly at the number done to Sherry, even if it was small enough that Trevor and the others were able to take care of it. He let out a sigh to himself, putting a hand on his hip as he stood next to the group. Whoever holed everyone up in here had to be some sort of sick bastard to go through the trouble of doing all this, even going far enough to want to kill them... just like animals.

But then, humans were greater than animals, weren't they? The most dangerous animal of all was man, some could say. Hmph. Someone ought to trademark that phrase. Sounded good in his head.

But still... These were just kids. Queen, Joker, Numahime... They all couldn't have been more than twenty years old, if he had to venture a guess. Granted, he'd heard of how Asians supposedly had all sorts of remedies that prevented aging, so for all he knew, they could be as old as he was, but considering their reactions (mostly Queen's), he'd guess not. Also, he was in the same boat as Trevor. The hell was a "movie?" Like... one of those moving pictures? And for that matter, what was this "Metaverse" they talked about? So many weird words these Asian kids were using. It was a wonder he could even understand anything they were saying at all, even though oftentimes it felt like he didn't.

With another breath, he decided to turn toward Grell while Sherry was tended to, softly nudging her arm. "Hey. You doing okay yourself, miss?"

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"As okay as I'll ever be, considering the circumstances." Sherry emphasized that by clutching unto her wound. "I'm just glad that we're all still ali-"

*BOOM*

Sherry was interrupted by a booming knock on the front door.

The entire room went silent for a moment before it happened again, and again, and again. The knocks were applied with such force that the sturdy steel door nearly fell off the hinges, but despite everything it appeared the door would hold any unwanted visitor outside.

As quickly as it started the knocks subsided leaving the group in silence once again. "Sounds like heading back outside is out of the question." Sherry finally said to break the silence. "Guess we have this welcoming house to investigate then. Maybe we'll find some clues?"

If anyone had went past the stairs that went around the now dry fountain they'd found that it would open into a large foyer with another set of stairs in the middle heading up as well as a number of doors on either side of the room. As with the rest of the town the mansion was in several stages of decay. The chandelier hanging high up still looked rather majestic though, despite the dust and grime.​


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