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 Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 1:08 pm
The old man was at his home but he had some teenagers inside for a private party. They had a large amount of alcohol so everyone inside was smashed beyond. For an old man, he seems full of life. He tries to take care of himself perhaps. He was telling them something and took a step outside trying to walk to his small rusty car.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 4:53 pm
Rosie looked up and glanced around the city. Nothing here. She moved outside the city...another city, more buildings, a . . . castle? Rosie shook her head. "I don't know...I just know it was a dirty old warehouse." she replied.
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Posted: Sun Mar 01, 2009 8:33 pm
 The Reaper emerged from small shadow inside a nearby alleyway. He gave a quick glance around the corner, and drew back as the old man emerged from the building. There were enough drunks inside...he could just as easily make it look like an 'accident', but where was the fun in that. He put his head down a moment, then lifted it and pulled the hood away, revealing a fleshy face agian. He ran his boney fingers through black hair, then the now fully formed hand away. Flames ate the bottom of his cloak and made their way up to the hood, leaving behind a pair of scruffy tennishoes, jeans, and a long black trench coat. He smiled a bit and turned to walk out of the alley to meet the old man at his car. Roxanne looked back out onto the city for a few moments, then sighed. "Well then, let's see what we can find." she said as she retracted back inside her shadow, casting it back down the building and across the city. EXIT to Daily Bugle
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 1:14 am
The old man didn't realize what he was seeing near his car until he was close. He screamed in terror and tried to run away. "Stay away death! I did nothing wrong!" He cried as he tried to run. His drinking made him clumsy though and soon fell over. "Augh...my hip." He moaned weakly. His hip fell on a glass bottle, breaking it and forcing the shards onto his hip. The party didn't hear him as they continued with their party.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 6:34 am
((Entering The Commissar)) At the location that Rhino had set off the package, soldiers in red and gas masks were investigating the affected area of the explosion. These men were part of a criminal organization called the Eastern Bloc; based on the Eastern Bloc back in the Cold War. In the middle of this search stood a man with a trench coat and an officer's hat, both of his hands in his pockets as he watched how the search was going. This was the Commissar; leader of the Eastern Bloc. One solider came with a summary of the damage and already knew what the Commissar wanted to hear.
"No body, sir; just the results of a battle, but he was here.
The Commissar looked away from the soldier for a quick moment and then after his perceptive thoughts were created on the moment, he spoke in a deep Russian accent.
"Judging by the big indents of our Comrade Rhino, he fought someone with a bit more strength then he does, one of the Supers. If so, he is either located near the Asylum in Gotham or back in New York."
Commissar scratched the chin of his gas mask for a few moments and conducted a course of action to take in locating Rhino.
"I will go to New York and find out what Fisk knows on Rhino; you and our comrades go investigate Gotham."
All of the soldiers saluted and were soon loading up back into the Eastern Bloc transport on a destination to Gotham, but the Commissar just started walking east down the street at a moderate pace; he knew Rhino wouldn't head directly back to New York in such a hurry. The Commissar wanted to deal with Fisk now due to the chaos that was going on at his tower and thus the Eastern Bloc would slowly take over New York's crime organizations with Fisk gone. ((Exit to New York.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 4:10 pm
Rosie knodded at her and rested her head on her shoulder as they teleported again. As weird as it was...Roxy's shadows were kinda calming
EXIT to Daily Bugle.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 5:47 pm
A large, hungry smile made it's way across the man's face. Excellent, apparently this ability worked here as well. To anyone else, he looked like a normal man, but to the taget...he was a Grim Reaper.
"Oh, I'm afraid there are those who say otherwise old timer." he replied as he stopped beside him and bent down. "Now let's see...this is supposed to look like a normal death. But how to go about it..." he began in a tone as soft as velvet but dripped with poison. "I could just take you here where you lay...pull you into an alley and gut you, tossing your wallet away somewhere...your friends are drunk enough I could just take you back up and make it look like things got out of hand...or maybe we could go for a little ride around the slumps. I'm feeling in a bit of a marvelous mood today, so I'll let you choose..." he said, then bent down close to the man. "How do you want to die?" he whispered.
There was probably no need to take so long with this...but he couldn't help it. He loved playing with his food. Aside from the booze, the fear radiating off this pathetic human was entoxicating.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 6:10 pm
The old man began to panic and was crying histarically. He cried to the point it was difficult to know what he was saying. "But...I...I...I...I don't..wanna die! Take the teenagers, their to stupid to live! I got money! I have to much life to die just yet!" He tried to plead as he tried crawling away. At this point someone will hear him soon. He did have a weapon but he didn't have the chance to use it on his killer.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 7:10 pm
The Reaper laughed coldly at him. "I'm sorry, but didn't you say something about your hip when you fell? How old are you again old man?" he said, grabbing the man by the back of his shirt and forcing him to his feet. "Why don't we take a trip to one of those clubs you like? Hm?" he asked, opening the door and shoving him into the car.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 7:16 pm
The man tried to claw his way off with no luck. He felt desperate now as he was shoved into his car. He was reaching for his weapon to blow his enemy away. "You die, pig!" He shouted as he tried to fire with a small handgun. Better to try and kill this thing in self defence then wait to die thought the old man. "You think I will let a freak kill me? Your no Tomha buddy!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 7:32 pm
The Reaper laughed as the bullets struk him, leaving nothing but holes in his cloak. "You can't kill death, fool" he tisked. "Such a shame...I was hoping to have a bit more fun. But now that you're causing such a commotion, I'm afraid I'm going to have to hurry this up." he said as he pulled the dagger from his cloak.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 7:42 pm
He screamed to the top of his lungs as he kept firing his gun untill he ran out of bullets. Even when they ran out he kept pulling the trigger.
((Hehe sorry about the short post, Nothing else he can really do sweatdrop , and the delay, was postin something.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 7:56 pm
The Reaper grinned wickedly as he leaned farther into the car, bullets striking him...but doing nothing. He'd make sure that this blade had it's fill of blood. Hm...butchering was considered a normal kill, right?
First he took care of that annoying gun, then his screaming...him trying to crawl away was a bit annoying as well...the limbs would have to come next. Since his crime had apparently been against women, he'd remove just one last thing before he finally gave a killing blow. Once he was finished, he draped his cloak around the butchered body and pulled it back out, slinging it over his shoulder like a garbage bag. The drunkerds upstairs were causing enough commotion that no one should have heard anything. He placed his hand in the car and used his power to soak up all of the blood from the car. He then turned and headed for the mans room.
He was right, teenagers were stupid, especially when drunk. Twisting their minds and placing a few bloody kitchen knives around the house should be easy. He could just toss what was left of the body in the bedroom or wherever. He would love to see everyone's reaction once they sobered up...but he was supposed to lay low after this.
After a few minutes he emerged from the house and sauntered down the street untill he reached a dark alleyway to slink into.//that's ok, reaper just likes to play with his prey.//
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 8:10 pm
Gragh secretly watched how Reaper took care of the old man. He wanted Reaper to have a moment to himself before walking to where he saw Reaper ran off to. "Well it was rather messy but I suppose you did a good job. I'd like to see my former apprentice just try to kill you." He chuckled. He was in his human form. "Your the first champion I had since fifteen years ago. Perhaps you are a more promising member then I believe." He smiled gently. "Well I suppose you wish to know more of the Blood Circle?" He sighed boredly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 03, 2009 6:11 pm
The Reaper glanced back at Grah and gave him a small smile. "Sorry...can't control myself sometimes." he replied. Flames ate his current form and fadded into back into his bloody cloak. He gave a slight shrug. "It would be good to know what I signed up for".
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