The Call of the Ghosts [EVENT]

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Re: The Call of the Ghosts [EVENT]

Post by Sans_the_Medic » Mon Dec 03, 2018 6:49 pm

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"No no no, you haven't done anything wrong at all; don't you worry kid. The thing is some bad things have been happening and your whole ghost-ness shows signs that could be potentially linked - jury is still out on that one. We're not here to accuse you or do anything bad to you; we just want to make sure we know enough about the situation to ensure your mummy and daddy can look after you properly, y'know?" She flashed a friendly grin at the child, trying to make sure that she seemed approachable and nice. She had to be careful, as not only was she dealing with a kid and as such needed to be smart to pry good information but the child's overwhelmingly in grief mother was there as well.

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"My name's Helena. I believe I heard you're Ellie, right?"
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Give a hug? God knows my self-hating ass needs a few
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Re: The Call of the Ghosts [EVENT]

Post by Azra » Wed Dec 05, 2018 8:27 pm

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Quiver would have liked to just follow the others to the park. Just take the arachild with her to investigate the city further, but a machine stood in her way. One with a almost death wishing woman inside stuck between what appeared to be unlife. Upon the mechanical limbs was a blade slick with blood from the body slumped against the soil his blood pooling around him with each passing moment. Her efforts to stop him missed and now he was gone. The man who helped her seeming unphased by any of it.

"I'll meet you there in a second. I don't think this wants to let me go." Weapons readied usually not translating to go about ones business. The nature of the kill also suggesting likely to be more easy relief for the troubled, and while they deserved to be sparred their pain it shouldn't come at the cost of life. The machine didn't speak to her, didn't react to her other then with a promise of weapon usage. It's to far gone El, just try and prevent there from being more. "I'm sorry I couldn't help him" She remarked in grief over the death and after her thoughts told her what she had to do.

Draw the arrow back, move away from homes and the park some. Not a lot but just enough to make sure if things escalate it won't endanger others. That if she missed it would pass through air and not endanger others. Put her strength into it try and make things quick for the poor thing. Enough physical ability to push tanks or rip into bank vault doors, a super human strength focused into a singular point. Aim for the head of the seemingly mostly gone woman, for the glass holding in a likely integral fluid. Look for the point with the most marks of time before, a crack a scratch even the slightest dent in her intended region would be of greater vulnerability.

Then release the arrow, the twang of the string reverberating enough it rattled branches. The release quick as a bullet as it sliced through the air. "I'm sorry" being the only words to escape her tongue. She kind of saw something similar in the corpse in a machine, another oddity or monster not unlike herself and the arachild. But it was little more then a tool of death now leaving Elektra little else of an idea what to do.

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Re: The Call of the Ghosts [EVENT]

Post by Nightingale » Thu Dec 06, 2018 7:25 pm

The Nightingale let out a small nod of understanding at the librarian's words, hoping to prevent contention by doing so. Whoever this woman was, she was a native— undoubtably more knowledgable in the finer details of Aldermere, and most likely jaded in her experiences with naive tourists. It wasn't as if she was going to visit that tower, anyway. Not yet, at least. There weren't any ghosts in the clock tower, that much was to be certain; the anomalies seemed to be located within the town itself.

"Thank you— er, you don't happen to have a back room where I could peer over these, do you? Could use some privacy."

The Nightingale's eyes glanced around the room idly, noting a doorway at the far wall within the library. Perhaps that was the place. Yes, that was it. She scooped up the books expectantly, waiting for verbal confirmation from the woman behind the counter before she actually began to move.

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Re: The Call of the Ghosts [EVENT]

Post by illirica » Tue Dec 11, 2018 4:37 pm

She is sorry. She tries to destroy a thing of beauty, of perfection, and she is sorry. Does she not know how much work went into it? How much life? How much TIME? And the most she can say about it is I'm sorry. I don't want to do this. To do anything regrettable.

Time flies...

Like an arrow.

It is a piercing thing. The arrow punches through the glass, but the man who made it is hardly likely to be the sort of man who would use glass that would simply shatter, is he? No, there is a hole, but it is a small one - and the arrow continues onward, striking home, impaling itself in the head of what was once a girl. It stays there, between what was once her eyes, a marker of failure.

Whose failure it is, of course, is quite the interesting question. The liquid in the tank trickles out, slowly, but it certainly isn't going to have much effect on things. It smells, vaguely, of formaldehyde - and other things, less readily identifiable. Some of them, perhaps, are best not identified at all. The machine, though, is not pleased with the indignity. It surges forward, blades raised, arcing downward at the place where the woman took her stand. Perhaps it will kill her. If not this time, maybe another one.

She will die, though. They all do, some time. Does it matter all that much, then, if it is now? In some time, she is already defeated. Already dead. Already a decaying shell, as much as the girl in the tank. More so, in some ways. It wouldn't be that difficult to look forward and say how she dies... but that wouldn't be much fun, would it? Maybe there isn't long to wait, anyway.

Those blades, after all, are quite sharp.

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Re: The Call of the Ghosts [EVENT]

Post by Azra » Tue Dec 11, 2018 7:14 pm

An arrow lands burrowed into a skull and the sickly blood flows into the rest of the fluid staining the water an almost black color. It's depressing to Elektra, not because Quiver minds killing even if she kind of does, not because a woman died from a shot between the eyes. Rather because the way the machine kept going said that the person inside didn't matter, be it decorative or serving a function life didn't matter to the body. The machine continued onward and readied an attack at the archer. To close and to soon for her to get the range she would preffer, to close to draw an arrow from her name sake and notch it into place. So brace herself study trajectory try and make what's coming as minimal in harm as possible.

One blade comes down a twist to the side but it still manages to run along her arm. A groove is carved into her arm slicing a bit into stone before resisted to much to progress. Sharpness and strength of the machine great but not necessarily designed to cut stone in two. The wound joins the one on Elektra's neck from spiders some time before these marks emitting a golden glow about them. A statue didn't exactly bleed after all, then comes the second blade, slashing toward the archer in a swipe meant to carve from sternum to abdomen. A step backward lead it astray though it was only by a hair, strands of fabric from her vest falling to the soil with the soft sound of a tearing action.

Quiver goes for a quick retort swinging her bow like a staff with all her might. A strike that should place a decent dent in a tank or vault door looking to collide with the usually far less durable metal of a blade. She didn't know where to target the lethal machine, she assumed something of the girl inside played apart of the mechanics. As it clearly didn't though she had to wonder where to try and strike. She couldn't handcuff the thing and her attempt to kill it failed, but it needed to stop. The suicidal needed help bouncing back from that not in ending it.

Perhaps though she could disable it, her fist lashing out for one of the legs. Her strength continued into her strike before looking to drive a bit under it if she could. Her follow up being to look to use her incredible strength to flip the machine over, to try and knock it off any footing it may have. She didn't know how capable it could be of getting back up but any advantage she could gain she felt was important.

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Re: The Call of the Ghosts [EVENT]

Post by LunaHawk » Tue Dec 11, 2018 8:18 pm

Rohmuel waved slightly to indicate he understood the officer's commentary and kept walking, leaving the fighting to her. He was not impressed by the investigation in the playground nor by the supposed specter. Instead he adjusted his glasses and made a detour away from prying eyes. Once well out of sight of anyone he removed his cravat to reveal the Numinous beneath. "Dark Wings, Rise!" Transformation into Stygian Moth complete he dropped to one knee and drove his short cane into the ground.

Stygian Moth closed his eyes and channeled the power of the Stygian, reaching out to the whole town with his ability to read and feel the emotions of others. Ordinarily the Stygian only sought negative emotions but he opened his power to everything, reaching out to feel at first every emotion in town. At first he would read everything he could find but he gradually narrowed his search, looking at the people he had encountered so far...the woman in the machine, the police officer, the woman at the playground, the two parents...and...finally...he would focus on the so called ghost.

Unlike so many others he wasn't convinced by ghosts and certainly not by this one. He wanted to know what she felt or, perhaps more importantly IF she felt. She could be all manner of other entities than a ghost and her emotions, or lack there of, would tell him a great deal.

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