Darker Than Black: The Final Contract IC

[Storyboy]

"Good morning Misses Dells! How are you today?" Shin yelled as he approached the front desk of the motel he was staying at.

The older woman turned her head up and squinted her eyes to see who it was approaching her. When her weak eyes put the blur together they widened along with her smile, "Oh hi there Mr. Damnsworth. What can I do for you today?"

Shin smiled as the old lady called him by his fake name, and not a very good one either. "I'm just returning my keys. Thought I might go somewhere for a couple days, I should be back in a few days." He placed the keys on the counter and she took them and set them under room number eleven.

"Will you be returning?" She asked as he started walking away.

"Yes I would hope so. Try not to rent all the rooms out when I'm gone." He said jokingly. The motel wasn't a bad place, it was actually pretty good compared to most motels but only a few of the rooms were ever rented and those were either by Shin or by the few dolls who thought they were on a business trip, but the truth was no one ever visited Fair Haven and nobody ever left.

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As he walked out the door of the office out into the busy street he heard a familiar voice behind him, "Damnsworth? What kind of name is that?" He turned to see Sam standing with one foot against the wall.

"I didn't think coming up with one was worth a damn here, thought it was clever at the time."

She just looked at him with her emotionless eyes. He turned and open the door of a forties Lincoln with red leather upholstery. "Lady's first." Sam took his hand and sat in the back of the car where he followed soon after.

[Arlear]

Avan sighed, staring out over the city below. He shifted, holding a hand in front of his face. It was the first time in a month he could see, and he found the realization brought on an odd fact. He was more effective blind. His eyes deceived him constantly, he saw things that weren't there, his own shadows tricked him sometimes. So he did the logical thing. Bombed his sight again.
He took a moment to focus, then twisted, and fell from the rooftops, plummeting towards the ground headfirst. He felt the shadows envelope him as he fell deeper into the ally, and he grinned briefly. Anyone who looked into the ally would see two things. A small, double flash of red, and an explosion of black, mistlike flames. Then Avan was gone, on the other end of the ally, walking from it as casual as can be with his hands in his pockets and his head down. There was a difference now, though. His eyes were glazed over, grey. He was blind.
This was when he was effective.

He could feel the wind pressure around him, letting him know when someone was close. He could hear the minute sounds among the throng. Everything was enhanced, and his sight was gone. The thought brought grim smile to his face. It was a pity he was only effective this way. He rather enjoyed his sight, but it was useless to him...

[C h a o s]

It was the usual hustle and bustle of the city, but Kenji Hoult knew better than to fall into a lax sense of security by it. This place was a death trap, and he had no intention of dying in it. Running slender fingers through his midnight black hair he glanced around without making it obvious. Everything was calm and nothing was out of the ordinary. As he crossed the street a hooded figure stepped in line beside him and spoke up. Her sweet voice nothing more than a misguiding lie was heard from beside him and in his opposite ear. “It was a false lead” she spoke up, rolling two glass marbles in her hand as she tended to do without thought. But that's how dolls were, following some personality like a guideline, down to the minute detail it seemed.

“Gregory would have been able to smelled the lie” Sure Gregory was nothing more than a human, but the guy had a sense about him, he could always tell when someone's words didn't add up. Too bad it wasn't a lie that had killed him... Thinking such thoughts would do nothing for Kenji now so he brushed this thought aside as Aya snorted. A typical girl would laugh, but this one upturned her nose. She knew Gregory would have been the best man for the job and would have been able to best her on this one, but she had this pride about her. Kenji had learned over time to not fight her. The girl never changed her mind once it was set.

“Let's do lunch” Kenji changed the subject, already starting to lead them to a diner. Once more he ran his fingers through his hair as his eyes scanned the area. One could never be too cautious.

[Dragonite777]

Cecelia wanted to leave. She couldn't take being confined for too long, so exiting her side of the duplex she shared with all too rowdy boys next door to whom she scoffs thinking about, she heads to the woods she trains in. She thought she had seen a flash and some black in an alley way, but thought her eyes just bugged out for a second, but kept a knife within a second's reach just in case. Halfway to the woods, Blade kept a 14.26" following distance, as always, and Cherryl ahead of her by 5.84" by her usual. Cherryl always knows when Cecelia's about to leave by the bird that perches on the ire across from the duplex at 8 o' clock in the morning.


Once the streets are but faded sounds as they are when Cecelia uses her Super Precision in the city, she darts for her training grounds. Once there, Cecelia challenged Blade by raising her hands, palms out, towards him and staring him down. Blade returns the call by raising one of his retractable blades and his other hand, also palm facing out, having his blade rest on his forearm. After a minute-and-a-half of staring, Blade lunges forward with his blade, only for it to be knocked to the side by Cecelia's left arm and responded with a palm to the chest. The force behind her palm sent Blade flying back several yards, but recovering immediately. He then pulls out his second blade and in one move Blade lunges forward, swords moving in two slashes destined to meet at a middle point. Cecelia dodges to the side, after initially using Super Precision, and in one swoop delivers a poke to Blade's side that paralyzes him for the next five minutes. Blade cedes and the group of three have lunch at a nice little restaurant uptown with Cecelia regaining her hearing by the time the group reached the city limits.

((P.S. if you hadn't noticed, Cecelia is extremely perceptive by nature. Just FYI, in case this is unfavorable.))