Sigil: T.C.o.D - [Walk-In][Modern Fantasy: Cycle 32][O/A]

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YummyBiscuits

Knight Breaker

Orochi Sey

turnipsama

Tres Ecstuffuan

Lian Feaorne

Akako Akari

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A Trio of Mooks

As they finished up their chalk lines like so many others of their kin, the Trio of mooks of Arthur, Hayl and Juliae turned and watched Mr. Baker and his weird companion vanish into a shattered church. Jinbei would recognize that this was the exact same church from earlier when he fought off the Dragons.

Why?

Because like everywhere else in this god-forsaken land, there was only one of everything. One Bar, one Brothel, One Guild, One Library.....one Toilet that was a link to every other location in this realm.

Somedays people sat down for a s**t and found themselves in the womens bathroom of the Leper Colony back thirty years ago. It didn't last very long, but it was known to happen from time to time.

[******** Thinking With Portals

Looking between the three of them Hayl began

"I didn't see anything....did you guys see anything?

"Nope.

"Didn't see a bloody thing. I'm not that ******** stupid. Baker? They don't pay us enough.

"Good...All in agreement. Lets go get a drink. The SadistFactions got a special going on, I heard....they got b***h-slapped by Athena.

And with that, the trio began to join up with other groups until there was a slow army of about a hundred guys in power armor heading towards the Sadist Faction, all of them shooting the s**t and stomping their way across town.

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"Good...All in agreement. Lets go get a drink. The SadistFactions got a special going on, I heard....they got b***h-slapped by Athena.

From the back of the crowd, their was a small ten man chorus of cheered BOOSH!es in agreement with this decision.

[These guys are totally the X-tacles from Frisky Dingo. I like it.]

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The Female of the Species

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Tenkai Matsumoto

Lian Feaorne

Tonro the Raver



With a shrug as the female climbed into the Hover-Van, Tonro sighed and began to walk towards the Hive, kicking a can down the street.

The duo of science-geeks in the back scrunched up far against the side wall as the vehicle heading back the way it came, soon landing at the front door of the Dark Swan. Was it the smell? Or was it possibly the way their machines were going crazy by being around the female?

Either way, they said nothing as neither did the driver as they landed and her door opened up. Tipping his helmet at the female, the Driver finally spoke.


"Have yourself a good day Ma'am.

MEANWHILE.

Tonro continued to walk into the hive looking for Mr. Baker, stopping as he noticed Jinbei dive into the old church.

Huh?

YummyBiscuits

Knight Breaker

Orochi Sey

turnipsama

Tres Ecstuffuan

Lian Feaorne

Akako Akari

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[Lian Feaorne]

The Female of the Species

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Tenkai Matsumoto

arrow Ladies Ward--The Dark Swan

Kalmuli glanced over at the scientists, smiled and stepped out of the van when it came to a full stop in front of The Dark Swan. She waved to the driver and headed inside. She was craving the bath more heavily than before, but she was curious about the monk that Tonro had spoken about. She stepped up, entering the first floor area and looking around. "Honey! I'm home!"She called, seeing if Bravot was there but not likely. With the chaos of KB's return, no doubt he was getting involved with the peons in trying to control the situation. Where was the fun?!

Kalmuli shook her head...looks like she was taking that bath alone.
Or she could drag the monk by the ear and play with him.

Speaking of which, as she looked around, she spotted Tenkai but made no move to advance. How much of a pain could a monk be?

[Pandumb]

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The Female of the Species

Lian Feaorne

arrow The Dark Swan

There was a look of mild curiosity on his face as Tonro's attention was suddenly taken away by the ringing of his communicator. He had no reason to be interested in anyone's personal business, but it wasn't like Tonro was pulling out a smart phone. Special communicators of that kind were often linked together through a private network and used commonly within organizations. Was this an incoming message from another one of Bravot's men, or perhaps the Librarian himself?

When Tonro began to raise his voice, Tenkai's curiosity turned into concern. Not specifically for Tonro's sake, but for whatever dire circumstance might be causing such an outburst. It was then that the Bronze ordered the television in the Swan be turned on, switching to the private channel where the ensuing chaos was being closely monitored.

Tenkai's eyes widened slightly as his expression grew more severe. "Baker."

Had the unfolding situation been any other event, Tenkai would have been more concerned over the fact that the Merchant Guild had the city under private surveillance. It was not an unexpected realization, of course, and nowhere near as unexpected as what he was witnessing on the television. Tenkai had watched Kyle Baker die. Granted, it was not by his hand, and for what it was worth, Tenkai had considered his death a waste considering the small glimpse of his past that the monk had seen. Tenkai still hadn't figured out just what exactly K.B.'s goals were and why he did what he had done, and he was killed before any of that could be answered.

But just because Tenkai felt that there was a chance for the vampire to atone for his misdeeds didn't mean that Tenkai trusted him. Even as he died, the monk knew deep down in his soul it wasn't the last he'd seen of him. In spite of how many he had killed, powerful vampires had a hard time staying dead, and KB was no exception. For all Tenkai knew, KB hadn't even died at all that day, putting on an act to deceive him. Or maybe he did die, yet still had his own resurrection planned all along? It wasn't out of the realm of possibility, as vampires and demons tended to be clever like that, and Tenkai was well acquainted with those tricks.

There was also a chance that none of this was K.B.'s intention and there was some other force playing their hand in all of this...

Regardless of which, Tonro had headed off to jump into the fray himself, and by the sound of his voice it was clear that he had no love for Baker. It seemed as if that was true for a number of people considering the chaos that was erupting over his appearance. By the way the scene looked, Tenkai couldn't tell who was fighting Baker and who was trying to help him. If Tenkai were there, he wasn't quite sure what he would do. As much as he wanted KB to have a chance at redeeming himself, he hadn't done enough yet to warrant Tenkai trying to save his unlife. Even the aid he had given Tenkai in the Hive a month or so ago only went so far to make up for his sins, and even that was something Tenkai couldn't be sure was genuine. It was definitely something the monk would have to look into at some point, but right now he had to find Bravot. Or at least learn more about him.

Inside Tenkai's head

"Such foreboding developments..." said Tenkai's ego, mostly known for being mild mannered and pleasant, now fraught with worry.

"I don't like any of this, not one bit," said Tenkai's superego, the representation of his internalized morality. "I figured that he'd come back somehow, but I didn't expect it to cause that much chaos so soon. And it just had to happen at the worst of times, hadn't it?"

"They're so huge!" remarked Tenkai's id, who seemed to be more concerned with Hoshiko than either Baker or Bravot. "Did she feed her other arm to them to increase their mass?"

"Pay attention!" shouted Superego, drilling the foreknuckles of his middle fingers into Id's temples angrily

Speaking of which, Tenkai wasn't the only one caught by the sudden development. The tall, one-armed warrior named Hoshiko was interested as to why there was so much fuss about K.B. Tonro had already head off and out of the Dark Swan and although Tenkai was on his way to the bar stools, he decided to stop and answer Hoshiko's question. Although she was currently surrounded by a number of smaller, less muscular women wearing even less clothing, the monk felt there was no problem speaking about such matters in a place that was most likely owned by Bravot. For all Tenkai knew, they knew everything about the situation already.

"He's a powerful vampire lord," said Tenkai, although the words seemed odd even to him. There wasn't anything lordly about K.B. other than the fact that he was rich and powerful, though by today's standards that was more or less what a lord amounted to. The lords of today preferred suits and businesses to mantles and castles. After all, Tenkai meant the word as a classification of power rather than status, and K.B. fit that bill well enough. "He's given this city a lot of trouble in the past. I have no idea why these men that people are...betting on want to fight him or whatever he intends, but it just seems like yet another one added to the list of troubles in this city. It's regrettable."

Tenkai heard the other woman enter as well as her subsequent call, though it made little sense to him. She made it sound as if the Dark Swan was her place of residence. Who was this "honey" she was referring to? Was it Bravot? If that was true, then did that mean she was another close acquaintance or staff member to the Librarian? Bravot didn't seem to be present at the moment, but at least the odds weren't entirely against him towards learning what he needed to learn.

[The Female of the Species]

ImNoHero

A wiser man than first thought, then. Vargas knew enough to scout the place before he went in, which is a bit more than Lia would have given him credit for. Whatever she thought of him, clever was not included. Perhaps this was a chance for the man to prove her wrong. Or maybe it was just a good way for him to get dead. Time will tell...

His short trip around the main floor was mostly uneventful. The fat store clerk behind the counter didn't seem to pay him very much mind, and he was free to roam the shelves as he pleased. There were a few other customers browsing about listlessly. Nothing really worth mentioning, in the way of people as well as items. It would seem that they kept the cheaper and mass produced trinkets up front, where it was feasibly easier to steal. Not finding the key, Vargas would eventually make his way up the staircase.

Here is where things got good. The second floor was a lot smaller. And a lot more unsettling. It was lit from unknown sources. A pair of worked stone statues framed the entrance, each of curiously hideous beasts. Another desk stood along the fair wall with an elderly man, head covered with wispy grey hair and spectacles drooping low on his nose. An open ledger in front him, which he now peered up from to glance at Vargas. Studying him with his mouth clenched into a thin line.

All around the room were locked cupbards and glass cases. Foreign and exotic items lining the shelves. While below may have first looked upperclass, this was clearly ritz. And should Vargas have a sharp eye, or the time to browse, it was here that he would find Lia's key. Complete with it's own personal case.

[Lian Feaorne]

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Tenkai Matsumoto

The Female of the Species

Tenkai Matsumoto

Tenkai heard the other woman enter as well as her subsequent call, though it made little sense to him. She made it sound as if the Dark Swan was her place of residence. Who was this "honey" she was referring to? Was it Bravot? If that was true, then did that mean she was another close acquaintance or staff member to the Librarian? Bravot didn't seem to be present at the moment, but at least the odds weren't entirely against him towards learning what he needed to learn.

arrow The Dark Swan

Kalmuli finally spotted the monk, despite the disdain of some of the brothel workers from her sewer smell that clung to her clothes and her boots. She gave a flirtatious little wave with her fingers when the monk looked her way. "Hoo hoo~"She cooed from where she was, moving over to greet them before she went to go take a bath. "You must be the monk that the dragon mentioned before...Strange to find you here in a brothel though. I thought monks were holy men..and not a potential john."She teased a little, easing next to the monk and leaning against him.

"What brings you here?"She chuckled, giving a little wave to the other woman that was with him.

[Vicious Trinity]

[Market Ward]

Trinity was walking on the side through the ward. Simply out in the open among the moving pedestrians. Her red hair followed behind her as she stalked with a calm stride. She was dressed only in her red light armor set. She stared ahead, never giving attention to the ones she moved by. After her talk with a servant of Nerull, she had been in this trance ever since. It did not help that she was wanted after destruction of half a block in the Ladies Ward.

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Kire Shirome

Location -- Doesn't Matter.

Kire moved through like a silvery blur; his attire consisting of maroon armor with numerous metal plates, forming protective guards along his chest, waist, shoulders and thighs. This clothing under the armor was a indigo long-sleeved shirt with a knee-length mantle. The red armor plates seem to work as normal armor should, however they tend to absorb particles of Kire's own energy to increase the durability, and thus the protection to Kire. With the benefit that the armor has little to no weight thus not reducing any encumbrance normal armor would bear down on a wearer.

Kire held a long common katana, and a smaller curved jeweled dagger, he didn't care. The demon's cold eyes combing through as the intense killer presence filled the air with intense dread, his first victim went down with easy, one solid downward swipe that cut the human down with ease, with a twirl, and light dancing steps he hurled the dagger into the throat of another, and thus begun Kire's slaughter through the center of whatever distinct he was in, right now his lethal mind, and simply force were moving outward, keeping him on task to slaughter.

As Kire went from person to person in his mindless killing spree, the innocent bystanders he cut down gave him little to no resistance. The demon carved through them like a scythe through a field of wheat without a single care for anything but the continued slaughter. The ease with which he killed defenseless civilians would be so great that the abrupt interruption to his intended massacre would feel all the more jarring.

CLANG!

In the midst of his nonchalanct dance of death, Kire would suddenly find his sword no longer finding purchase in warm, soft flesh, the blade stopping as if he had just struck into a wall. If he managed to care enough to look, he would find that said wall just so happened to be a man standing at well over six feet tall, dressed in clothing that would only have looked normal in some 1960's jidaigeki film. He looked like a samurai, dressed in a dark green hakama with a tattered, loose-fitting kimono top, exposing enough of his well-defined musculature to show that he was more than just some common civilian. He wore a haori over his clothing, a shade lighter than the green of his hakama but darker than the top he wore under it. He seemed to be a man in his late thirties in appearance for the most part, but anyone with keener sense would be able to peg him in his forties at the very least. There weren't any distinct traces of grey hair in the long, messy ponytail of black hair upon his head, though the number of scars marking his face and upper body didn't seem like the kind you'd expect on a younger man.

The most striking thing about his appearance, and perhaps the first thing that'd draw Kire's attention, was the reason why his blade had stopped. Kire's katana had been stopped with his left forearm, which seemed to be entirely prosthetic. Where his right arm was clearly made of flesh and bone, his left was a mixture of chrome and matte-finished black, shaped stylistically in a manner to imitate the musculature of the original limb. It had to have been some sort of augment for him to block Kire's sword just with the forearm, and the metal involved in its construction must have been specifically resilient to withstand his blade. At least, that was the only plausible reason, wasn't it?

Like any man dressed like a samurai or ronin would have, there was a pair of Japanese sheathed at his waist, a daisho consisting of a long and short sword. He didn't make any move to reach for them, however, standing almost as still as a statue for the moment as his defending forearm kept the katana in place as he spoke to Kire.

"That's far enough," he said simply, in a smooth, calm voice.

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Lian Feaorne

Tres Ecstuffuan

arrow Ladies Ward

Looking around, she pointed out a building front that had been painted with the symbol of the Lady: a woman's arms out stretched in front of her, beckoning people to come, wings outstretched and a shroud of cloth and hair. It was a peaceful picture if someone didn't understand what it could bring. "Those have been painted everywhere in the past couple of day cycles...by the Prophet woman and the New Lady followers."She indicated.

The Ladies Ward

_____Tres looked at the symbol of this new god. Despite the pleasant aims it seemed to promote, it sounded a lot like giving up to him. Tres believed that the only way the people would advance themselves as a society was to have faith in themselves, not in protectors from on high. That was what the United Workers Party was about. It was the result of skilled laborers in the city coming together to advocate for their own rights and well being. Tres could not fathom why that ideal was not worth having faith in.

"People need to put faith in themselves instead of these false prophets. If anyone means to do this city harm, they will be stopped.", Tres made a mental note to assign some recruits to get rid of such markings on private property when he had a chance.

"I just need you to put me in the air...I can do the rest."

[Lian Feaorne]

Tres Ecstuffuan

arrow Ladies Ward

"I wouldn't say that...from the sounds of it, it's trying to encourage people from putting their full trust in the government and more into what they can do for themselves so they have more knowledge of what's being said. Education and such. It's not a bad thing to teach people to have informed knowledgeable opinions."Lian said as she got herself ready for launch. "It could train an actual Sigilite to lead Sigil with the right education and experience. Sounds like you're afraid of some competition from someone you haven't met yet."

She started to glow form the center of her chest and back, the glow spreading to her hands. The typically stagnant air started to churn around her feet and started moving around to coil around Tres' legs and spread upwards. "Then again, we won't know until she makes her move too. When I count to three, squat and tuck your arms in."She said, the wind picking up the pace until the ground was starting to make a carved ring around him.

She brought her hands forward, focusing them around his feet. "One...."She started the count, the wind picking up more violently but contained in that small area around him.

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Lian Feaorne

Tres Ecstuffuan

arrow Ladies Ward

"I wouldn't say that...from the sounds of it, it's trying to encourage people from putting their full trust in the government and more into what they can do for themselves so they have more knowledge of what's being said. Education and such. It's not a bad thing to teach people to have informed knowledgeable opinions."Lian said as she got herself ready for launch. "It could train an actual Sigilite to lead Sigil with the right education and experience. Sounds like you're afraid of some competition from someone you haven't met yet."

She started to glow form the center of her chest and back, the glow spreading to her hands. The typically stagnant air started to churn around her feet and started moving around to coil around Tres' legs and spread upwards. "Then again, we won't know until she makes her move too. When I count to three, squat and tuck your arms in."She said, the wind picking up the pace until the ground was starting to make a carved ring around him.

She brought her hands forward, focusing them around his feet. "One...."She started the count, the wind picking up more violently but contained in that small area around him.

The Ladies Ward

"Thats the point Lian. I am trying to make sure that the people are the government, or at least form a government that represents what they want. I don't want any distractions from that. Its no different from Bravot selling his bullshit about how the people are better off with him running everything.", Tres spoke as he got ready for whatever this was about to be.

______Tres stood in front of her as her chest began to glow. As she started her count down, Tres got into position. He got into a deep squat in which he managed to seem stable despite the intense winds picking up and curling around him. On the count of three, if Tres was launched up as he assumed he would be; he would follow through with the momentum like a dart as he would shot far into the air.

______Once he was out of the wind cannon and moving on his own momentum, he would stretch out his body and slowly spread his arms and legs apart. Ectoplasmic webs would form between his limbs and body, forming a flight suit. Tres would ride the currents of the wind with his own momentum, guiding himself through the air like a speeding bullet towards the hive. He looked up, his eyes covered by make shift goggles formed of emerald translucent ectoplasm and a part of him realized how fun this was...

[Fierach]

Guildhall Ward:

The sound of sweat, of overseer yells, of grunting, and construction filled the air.

James overlooked the construction effort. The men and women, humans and orcs, engineers and workers from all walks of the universe involved were in the process of laying the foundation for what was eventually going to become the mightiest bastion in Sigil.

The Citadel of the Order of Force Majuere, a knightly order dedicated the constant vigil and guard of the common population against daemonic, void-born, warp-spawned, and other supernatural foes.

The daemonslayer's fame and notoriety in Sigil allowed him a certain amount of leeway when it came to the acquisition of the land for the endeavor, and it helped that with the most recent fortunes in his life, he had the funds to undertake it at all.

James Eredas had a vision, and he had the plans and ability to make it happen.

"Semper Vigilatus"

[The Great Absolute]

Blood & Stone

Location: The Market
Character: Norman Hollow
Story: The Return to Oblivion

Norman Hollow… The name itself was meaningless. It described an idea of a man that no longer exists. Perhaps it described a man that never was. In his endeavors on Earth he preyed upon the maternal instincts of women. He targeted their emotions, plucking them like a skilled harpist. He indulged upon the pleasure of only himself hearing their song. Even as a young boy he killed in the same manner. Twisting the setting to fit his immediate need, and that need was present in his hunger to kill. This instance would be no different, except for the beggar’s unwanted presence. It bothered how persistent the dirty fool was, watching over this girl as if it was his own lover or child. He could disseminate that he must have been guiding her someplace, from the bewildered glances she gave to her scenery.

He was starting to become a bit more irritated. He started to step closer towards the beggar as the girl stammered out a few rhetorical words before scurrying away to the end of the alley way. This is what Norman wanted, yet his impatience would play him a hasty hand. It was almost as if he wasn’t important to the two, the murder itself was seen as a normalcy to the beggar, which disturbed Norman slightly. It wasn’t very often that such a young and beautiful girl was murdered in the Market, perhaps the Hive, but the Market changed the emotion that Norman expected to draw out. He could see the godless shift in the population of Sigil, their lack of appreciation for beauty, for life. Perhaps this was why Ertai was on Sigil… or the reason why he actually never left. The schemes of his master were of no concern to him, or at least until Ertai made it his concern. Norman paused for a moment, recalling what Ertai said about two days before he would summon him once again. The groan of hunger bubbled through his stomach as he watched the beggar give him his back. This was exactly what he wanted.

It happened almost as quickly as the beggar turned. Norman came around violently with the brick he hid in his hand. The angle of his body had shielded it from the dirty man. The strike aimed right at the side of his skull. With a violent strike, Norman figured he would fatally wound the man or at least cause brain damage, yet this is where Norman made the mistake. In his irritated and hasty state, Norman failed to realize the large crack in the center of the brick. The brick itself would shatter upon impact, scattering the full force of the brick itself, making the strike less in strength and effectiveness. Yet Norman didn’t care, if all went according to plan the beggar would find himself face first on the cobble below while Norman swept off to catch the girl of his dreams. That’s what they all were, girls of his dreams. He fell unequivocally in love with them the moment he laid eyes on them. His perverted love for the beautiful and malicious hatred for it---crafted a tapestry of mental instability and sadistic desires. If the brick dropped the beggar as he hoped, Norman pursued after the girl.

”Sorry my friend, but you had to go.”

He playfully retorted to the sound of the brick hitting the cobblestone street. Norman bolted off after the girl, not even seeing if the beggar had in fact even died, let alone was knocked out. Hunger pulsed through the very fiber that stitched him together. Unraveling at the seams, he came around the corner of the alley way and stood approximately fifteen yards behind the girl. It was at this time he became focused, like a lion. He waded through the shifting mass of bodies like waiting in the weeds. Tilting his hat down he shifted the shadow to his face, and he vanished with in the crowd. His plain clothing made it much easier for him to shift out of sight, making it more and more difficult to eye him from the crowd. If it wasn’t for his handsome features it would have been near impossible.

As he moved closer to her, his hand slipped into his pocket. Slipping his hand over the rough, petrified handle of his fillet knife he would wait for the right moment to strike. Hoping the girl would continue down her path to the dead-end.

That was where he would indulge upon her.

Tindome

Mr Shinjiko

[Knight Breaker]

Orochi Sey

"You have bad manners, KB. I bring you back from the dead, and you are still being as childish as ever. I have a lot to ask you. The Hive and this city. All of it."

He stopped in his tracks and straightened to full height. An uneasy silence hung in the dusty, dark hallway as the vampire listened to her accusation. Typically he would have reacted arrogantly or angrily, perhaps both. Instead of satisfying a sense of familiarity he regarded her with a somewhat sad expression, something like resigned guilt.

"Forgive me Seyumi, it was not my intention to offend you. I anticipated defeat, and over-reacted to a slight against our honor, I apologize." He said sincerely, bowing earnestly before reaching out to take her hand. If she didn't shy away from his cold touch he would lift her hand and kiss the back of it affectionately. "Whatever you and the people of this city may require of me it would be my pleasure to provide. However, I must stress the urgency of our retreat - I sense the mortals above are not finished their vile work. I regret that my power is insufficient to face them directly, that my strength is drained. Were it otherwise I would surely commit myself wholly to their destruction and through you, the just elevation and reverence of Falis." Smiling warmly to her his expression changed to one of renewed hope. Seeing her there in her infinite beauty was at once humbling and inspiring.

He would let go and swing his hand out toward the darkness ahead, gesturing broadly at their uncertain future. She might decide to follow him, or she might decide to reprimand him further. No matter what the will of Falis dictated the vampire waited patiently for her answer.