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 Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2017 1:06 pm
September 16, 2012: A serial killer stalks the streets at night. Chameleon, of his own accord, has taken up the hunt for this killer to bring them to justice.
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Posted: Tue Nov 14, 2017 6:51 pm
   Zachary Cassidy
Cassidy would not be found through conventional methods. No one ever knew he had struck until the body was found, but if enough of them could be found, eventually one would be able to piece together that he was using the sewer system to move around. The SIA had failed and it was left to the rest to find justice. Cassidy's trail would run cold once anyone entered the sewer meaning he had a maze like system to toy with anyone who had entered in pursuit of him.
Day: September 16, 2012
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2017 9:54 pm
The reports had come in every once in a while. By while, the record and motif seemed to be that the assailant would strike at a particular place among the city and at a certain timeframe. He had deduced within his eerie mill that there were just a few places this figure could go in and out of without being detected. As he listened in on the incoming reports via his police radio scanner, he thought of just one place that would be a likely lair of sorts, a place he himself often had to trek through at times. His scaly body crawled out the window, the tail being the last thing to see as he slipped out into the city. Shortly afterwards, the manhole covering popped open and he was in the sewers itself. He never had to worry about anyone seeing him right away down there. The darkness of the place was his and among other things, he blended in well with his surroundings. Call him a man of Science Fiction, but he knew how these things worked and if he was right, he would find what vague descriptions placed about a pale pasty figure no doubt roaming around underneath. How many matched that description while being down in the sewers? It would certainly be more then a coincidence.Day: September 16, 2012
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2017 10:08 am
Zachary Cassidy
Signs of the killer would not be immediately present in the sewers but as time drove on and the Chameleon moved through the tunnels it would become more clear that he had found the right place. Words written in blood would begin to litter that walls that Chameleon passed, blood was dry but had clearly served it's purpose. If he chose to read the messages on the wall Chameleon would find a lot of them to be incoherent ramblings, perhaps a code that he just didn't have the key to decipher. Yet eventually he would find some writings in fresh blood. Very fresh blood. And one message at the end of a long hallway would make one thing very clear. The message read I know you are in my sewers.
Day: September 16, 2012
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2018 9:07 pm
Now, those certainly were not a pleasant sight to see. Blood being used on the walls to write? Someone had a very carnal way of doing things. That amount of blood clearly equated that not only did it derive from a huge source of a life turned bloodbag, but that there was more than one victim. As if to drive the point home, seeing that the figure knew he was in the sewers be written out drove the point home that he was in the right place, but...was that going to stop him? Heck, if the chameleon like figure died, the assailant might just be doing him a kind favor. After all, nobody really wanted to see a freak like him these days, which caused him to hide out in the first place. There was no way he was going to lose to a bloodthirsty creep like this however. They usually got sloppy and lacked a distinct set of conviction that ended up being their downfall in the end. That and how exactly would this figure be able to see him directly? He played it safe, casually avoiding the blood spots here and there to continue following the trail. Maybe he would get lucky in finding the source at the center of it all.Day: September 16, 2012
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2018 11:59 pm
Zachary Cassidy
Unfortunately things only got worse as Chameleon ventured further into the sewers. He would find various parts of bodies floating among the sewage. The smells would worsen and the air would become irritating to the eyes. Yet the worse part was still to come because Chameleon would find himself at a turn and just moments before he would be able to make that turn, Zachary burst through the wall to try and shove Chameleon into the sewage. He had picked this place specifically because it was where he had started dissolving bodies. The sewage here was tainted with a special concoction.
Day: September 16, 2012
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2018 7:33 pm
There was a reason to stick to the walls, especially if the stench within the sewers got bad and his eyesight tried to get lost in the haze of everyone’s wastes and Lord knows what else. Brayden was often trained to not try and rely on just one sense, but almost every part of them. The smell was bad and the line of vision here was awful, but what did his hearing and touch bade him to do when the sounds of heavy thuds and eventual rupturing were felt and heard? To get out of the way as much as possible. Brayden didn’t fall into the stinky and murky waters below. His nails dug deeper into the stony surface to help propel himself forward as he lunged forth, almost on time from when his mystery assailant tore through the walls. Thanks to his abilities, he might have almost fallen into the sewage beneath them, his clawed hands still stuck to the wall while his body dangled over the water with his tail to boot. He pulled his body up to better position himself and size up the figure who had finally made himself known.
”I was expecting to eat a gator tonight,” a bluff naturally given Chameleon’s physical nature as well as the deep almost demonic tone to it complete with a hiss. ”But you’ll do just fine.”
His tongue lunged forth, either to wrap around the figure himself or miss and get a lash off the face from its sharpness. If caught however, that would help the lizard-like figure be pulled forth or let something rather disgusting out from his mouth. Day: September 16, 2012
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2018 9:16 pm
Zachary Cassidy
Zachary was glad to see that Chameleon had kept himself from falling into the acid laced sewage. It meant he got to play in the man's blood. Even if the meatbag that blood was in looked a little weirder than the others. Zachary had streaks of blood on his pale face and his hands were entirely red. He had prepared for Chameleon... well just for a fight in general. He smiled at the man's taunt and was about to lunge forward when the man shot his tongue out of his mouth. Zachary caught it with his left hand and not a moment later he liberated it from it's origins with a dagger he had unsheathed from his waist. "Warm a guy up first." He tried to toss the bit of tongue into the sewage but it stuck to his hand. He gave it one last look and then charged Chameleon anyways. The blade in his right hand targeted Chameleon's abdomen while his left first went for the head. It looked weird to do both but it did mean that Chameleon had to avoid two things. He'd beat the guy to death with his own tongue it needed... wouldn't be the first time.
Day: September 16, 2012
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2018 8:30 pm
That hurt because at the end of the day, it was still his tongue that took a hefty tug and rip, not some vestigial organ that he wouldn't even notice was missing. Still, it didn't take long for the mending process to that to start occurring with time to boot. This assailant was back on the prowl and Chameleon had to stop him. Fortunately as well, his tongue was long enough for him to talk all the same even with a part of it being pulled out the way it was.
Where his albino friend sought opportunity to attack with two attack, a tail had presented itself just like the tongue had done, but without the sticky measures, rather the surprise of it all. And because said tongue was still wrapped around his hand and probably was nothing more than an eyesore at this point, the small time frame from the distraction to allow the tail to come forth and wrap around his hand as he made the lunge had presented itself as the blade tried to draw forth for the softer scaled side of his body. This allowed Chameleon himself to use the tail as a form of support to jump from the ceiling and perform a roll and naturally, wherever his body went, so too did the tail and whatever it decided to have wrapped itself around. In this case, it was Cassidy's hand and unlike the tongue, this couldn't be torn away so easily given it's thick scaled nature. Only then would Chameleon make sure to follow up when he was certain his little roll had sent the figure soaring through the air to some degree.Day: September 16, 2012
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