AngelofOctober

Dragon's Cry

{Pronounced: Kor [as in coral] - rye }

Koray

Ember Moon

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Koray is an odd one indeed, it’s hard to begin to describe him. Those who know him have a hard time explaining him. On one hand he probably has more energy than them, seemingly moving nimbly and acrobatic with such a large weapon. As if movement doesn’t restrict him. Another hand the young man is wearing half plate armor, but he moves with speed that shouldn’t be possible. With a strength that should slow him down. A fierce fighter and a stronger personality Koray is as fiery as his name suggest, but as enigmatic as the mysterious of a full moon.

Here I come For Better or Worst

To even begin to detail Koray’s strange odd fashion would be lengthy and take days. Many question how someone can own so many catsuits and be able to get in and out of them everyday. Or how he can find plated armor and a bodysuit comfortable. His outfits are slightly various, and he’s seen with an interesting array of looks. The picture above this shows Koray wearing a tunic, with two loose tassels at each corner, with a bodysuit and plated armor. Though there is something interesting with Koray and his plated armor. At least for most of his outfits with gems, he wears them as bicep bracelets and knee shin guards. When the gem is activated, the plated armor is retracted out.

Alternative HairStyle + Outfit

Mostly straight, long white hair often kept neat and tied in the back, beside a few times that it may be styled by someone else. His eyes are often highlighted by a starkly contrasting red and blue eyeliner close to his red and blue heterochromia eyes. For someone who wears partial plate armor, his body frame is wiry, lithe, thin, and lean with slight muscle definition, but nothing that would indicate the hardy warrior he is. Somewhat ambiguous body features, but mostly still pretty beauty masculine. For seventeen he stands relatively tall at 5’10”, 177cms, and weighing a solid 135lbs, 61kg. His lean build betrays his otherwise hardy skillset.

Outfits

“You’re one weird little freak”

“Thank you”

“It wasn’t a compliment”

“Then why would you say it”

“I’m more worried that you’re serious with that response”

-continues to look perplexed-

At looking at Koray you would assume some hardened warrior with the voice as steel as the sword at the side of their hip. You probably expect more facial hair too and maybe a bit older, and a scar across their eye, but we digress. Koray is none of those things. Instead he sounds like someone who doesn’t have a complete grasp of the language, most of the time he’s either lost the meaning entirely of your point, or sounds confused at to its meeting. In fact Koray sounds about as an adolescent boy would sound. It’s silvery and light, it has a grace in it’s cadence steps like that which would indicate even compliment his pretty, but masculine features.

It has a boyishness and charm to it, that’s horribly butchered by broken up sentences when speaking in the common tongue. You won’t hear him compound words like doesn’t and wouldn’t. He’ll say wood not and do not. He’ll likely call someone who’s name is Ray, Rye. Amy might turn into Ah-my. It’s clear that he comes from somewhere far away. Though despite his funny way of pronouncing things, he’s boyish, with a soft spoken tone. Another contradictory upon many of his contradictories.

Awake Mode

“You are done here. Meet annihilation. I will erase you.”

His head drops low as he falls to his knees. Has he given up? Has he finally understood his place in this world?

“Hahahah, giving up already, I guess I will put an end to you and here I was excited for a sheer second. Truly you sent a shiver down my spine,”

A wind begins to pick up, his white hair is blowing in the wind, the hair tie he had been wearing had come off long ago. His hair was beginning to be overtaken by red, crimson began to spill across a white canvas that way you would see ink spread on paper when it was spilled. He began to be surrounded by an overwhelming aura. Wait, was he this strong when you first fought him? You assumed his only magic was still developing. He continues to utter to himself, digging his hands into the earth. He slowly raises his head. Standing up the gem in his chest had begun to glow golden.

“Mock all you like. I meant I will end you.”

He doesn’t sound much different from the boy enjoying himself a minute ago, except angier. The white of his eyes are slowly turning black, as his blue and red eye become golden in color. His aura a forewarning of what you’re in for. His magic, gold like flames. He stares at you with a seriousness he has not otherwise shown earlier. You realize now with that stare, with that aura, that shows you clearly what he will do. He truly meant what was said. This is your end.

An Overwhelming Power

Personality:

To say the least Koray is...odd. Part of that probably has to do with the language better, he’s certainly has gotten better with his communication over the years. Though still has a tendency to confuse the meaning of some words for other words. As he is under the impression Alien is used in the same term as beautiful or handsome. Though this doesn’t mean Koray doesn’t communicate well with others, he communicates well enough despite the oddities in his pattern of speech. A habit to use insults like they are adjectives without realizing their negative context. Some who wouldn’t know Korays backstory might read him off as some seventeen year old with manners, while Koray lives in a world where his words are genuinely meant in a positive way. Except how you call someone an alien positively is still confusing to most.

Koray is never purposely mean to others or malicious, it’s his lack of awareness at times that he doesn’t recognize his own slights. Though he’s working on it, he’s genuinely seen as a curious person with a sense of adventure. He rather desires exploration. His goal in life is to see everything the world has to offer. He doesn’t necessarily desire the battles that come with it, however, it is something that he sees is necessary. It isn’t necessarily something he enjoys, though Koray’s own personal resolve means that he will find something in it to enjoy in it. Perhaps it is the sense of freedom it gives him when he’s able to move in a way that defies logic. Though battle is no way to motivate Koray. He rather avoid it, not so much avoidance that he isn’t half the time being the one leading the charge.

He’s actually quite competent on the battlefield. Koray who is an otherwise, somewhat airheaded, but never really dumb off the battlefield, quickly switches gear when it comes to life or death. Everything Koray throws into the fray is for the means of surviving the ordeal. It’s why you’ll see him be the one to strike the first blow. He doesn’t like loud mouths, people who talk a lot about themselves, but have yet to prove themselves. He’s not usually, at least when it comes to combat, one to let another person finish his sentence. Long monologuers beware, you might get a spear thrown at you mid sentence. Act or do not. But if you don’t act someone else will. He will.

Koray is quite intelligent, despite the impression that people would get that he isn’t. It’s probably the language barrier that creates a false narrative. While Koray may look lost and confused with what others have to say, the fact that he’s even learned to communicate as “effectively” as he can now is because he’s a quick learner who picks things up rather quickly. Those who do get to have a conversation with Koray recognize behind the odd speech is someone who is quite rational, with a profound philosophical point of view. Perhaps it's indicative of the culture he originally came from. Someone who respects the mortality of others and honors their enemy as much as their honor their ally. Though that’s not something he’ll talk about on a constant. It’s seen more in his actions than anything else. Koray would never intentionally someone off the battlefield, as he won’t intentionally insult the enemy on the battlefield either. Though Koray isn’t much of a talker on the battlefield. Battlefields are for the clashing of weapons, not ideals.

Koray’s curiosity can get the better of him, he has the type of personality who recognizes both the danger of doing something and yet will do it anyway. If a button says don’t press it, he’s already probably worked out it’s a bad thing. Yet, he’ll do it anyway because an adventure isn’t an adventure without the thrill or taking risk. And perhaps someone has set something up in a way to make it look dangerous, but there could be a great reward behind those who take bold action. He’s also known for doing really weird things as well. There’s a story about a piece of fruit that fell in front of the path they walked, not even a large fruit, probably the size of a pebble and Koray sliced it in half and continued walking forward. People are not necessarily so sure what goes on in Koray’s mind during these moments.

In Sleeping Mode he’s quite docile. The best way to motivate Koray is not through battle, but expressing the adventure he is about to embark. The journey is more important to Koray than the end. Koray is quite social and doesn’t let his lack of proper language get in the way. Though few people are patience with him as patience as he is with them.

In Awake Mode, it’s not quite a personality shift, but Koray’s usual demeanor changes from the curious adolescent to a much more serious individual. While his views of battle may have not changed, as Awake Mode is not a separate personality, Awake Mode can be quite cold and callous to life and death. In Awake Mode you are only set for death when you face him. Koray doesn’t necessarily care in this mode and seems blinded by whatever emotion has been the one to awaken this mode. Whether it to be to protect his friends, that is his singular goal. Or that be that he’s really pissed and wants you dead, that is his singular goal.

Koray is aware of all his actions. Though he’s not necessarily how he should process the things he does in Awake Mode. Should it be guilt and shame? Should it be regret? In those states Koray doesn’t necessarily care for the individual and a part of him will always be unclear, as he is blinded by the state of emotion that put him in that mind frame in the first place.

Skills:

Language Barrier Mastery

Koray has seemed to master the language barrier with not only butchered sentence structures, but complimentary words that actually have negative context to them. He uses the word Alien and Idiot in the same context you use Beautiful and Handsome. He’s also mastered to get him lost a few times in the city because of his inability to read the signs properly. There’s a story about how he got lost going to the Dragons Cry Club and ended up at the Dragon Port Tavern.

Valiah [Vah-ly-ah] Tribe Warfare

Before a clansman can become a titled Guide, they go through rigorous training of the mind, body and spirit before they are put up to the task of the Virtue of Mortality. And even then not all make it through the training and each training is different depending on the responsibility expected of you in the clan. It is these lessons that are the answers to Koray’s uniqueness. Young boys and girls who are to be expected to be the clans protectors are put through harsh physical training. Taught to swim with weights on their ankles, or to climb trees with acrobatic finesse wearing heavy jackets with weighted plates. Their minds and spirits constantly tested with states of depravity, hunger, isolation, and abandonment. Their spirits put to the test through nightmares induced by tribe witch doctors that they must overcome. If the test are not passed through either death or that your mind breaks, you are abandoned from the tribe and not qualified for the ritual of titled Guide. Not only are they trained, but they given the knowledge of various based weaponry upon the understanding the Virtue of Mortality will drain them of their vigor. That war is about sacrificing a part of oneself for power. Power comes at a cost and the cost is a part of yourself. If you do not understand tribulation then you will not be able to protect others.

Minor Weapon Repair

Part of his training was learning how to repair his tools on the spot with quick fixes. He’s no blacksmith or craftsman, but if there is a crack or chip, he can easily find a mend or repair that would be serviceable until he could get it appropriately fixed.

Quick Solutions

Koray is also pretty quick at coming up with solutions to the a problem or scenario. Again do to his training in his tribe, sometimes you were thrown out into the forest with no plans. You had to keep your wits about you and come up with quick on the spot solutions to any number of problems that could occur. While Koray’s lack of language may make others think he’s dumb, it is quite the opposite. Koray is sharp and cunning, he sees the world with a near limitless amount of possibilities and opportunities.

Survivalist

Sometimes when you’re thrown out into the wilderness to fend for yourself, you have to learn quickly how to survive that scenario. You need to learn where to make your camp, how to start a fire, how to tie a knot, how to fish, and how subsist off of nothing. Koray is a sufficient survivalist, if you are to get lost in the wild you’d likely want to get lost with Koray, His ability to come up with solutions combined with his ability to utilize survivalist knowledge means you’re least likely to die with him around.

Magical Items Carried:

Embrie [Em-bree] - Spear Pointed Polearm

When he survived the Virtue of Mortality, he was gifted upon the Embrie. A golden spear pointed polearm, with his name carved into its shaft from his Father. When inactive the spear looks about as ordinary as a spear gets, despite it’s ornate design, a spiraling prong, and spike head. When the spear is activated unsheathed, it lights aflame.

Fire Spirits Dance

Ounderous [Oon-der-us] - Bow n Arrow

An enchanted bow of his clan, gifted to him by the Grand Guidance when he decided to set out on his journey. The bow charges every arrow that is drawn with its string with a slight bit of electricity. Though the electric arrows have another feature, which is used to act like a conduit to each other. He may strike an enemy with a singular arrow, or surround them with arrows, to release a supercharged arrow for it to arc to every other arrow as well. Having the enemy receive a shock of their lifetime.

Arching Quills

Magic:

Virtue of Mortality - Lost Magic

In the Valiah there is one thing that grants all life secret, knowledge, and power, and that is the Godiah’s Stone. These Stones are said to be the origins of magic, at least in their clans lore it is. It is the tears of their Goddess Creator left behind in this world when her lover left her. And this stone grants those that bond with it a great boon for a great cost. Their bodies become host to the crystal so it may be harvested again to repeat the cycle. A cycle that has been going on for many years when the Guidance found the power of the crystals serviceable to the people. Depending on one’s expectations and duties in the tribe, the Godiah, Goddess Eye Stone, is inserted in different parts of the body.

For the Pedagogue a symbol of their knowledge is to accept the Virtue of Mortality inserted in the center of their foreheads. The Crystal will eventually fuse with their skulls and in the temples, the Ruby Skulls are erected in their honor after death. While the Crystal is parasitic in nature, it is a symbiotic relationship with the one that host it. Connecting itself to their bloodstream and subsisting off the same components a human life might need. Thus removing the crystal after a while becomes dangerous as the body compensates for the crystal.

For the Vanquisher the crystal is placed in the individual's heart and displayed in the center of their chest. The Vanquisher earns the title Ruby Heart if he or she makes it through complete fusion with the Crystal. While the Crystal for the Pedagogue is a concern, they have more expectation to fuse to adulthood with the crystal without issue. The Vanquisher could die before the ritual is complete for a number of reasons;

The initial cause of death would be during the ritual itself, when the chest is cut open and the surgery to perform the fusion is taking place. Some end up bleeding out before they can be closed up.

The second cause of death would be after the ritual during the first phase of fusion. The first phase of fusion begins in the first year of the crystal being placed inside their chest. This is often when the body rejects the crystal and begins an autoimmune response in the same way it would if it were to reject an organ.

The third cause of death would be the year after the first phase of fusion when there was something that went wrong during the first phase of fusion that the fusion fused in the wrong way and begins a painful process of heart failure or even the heart fails to beat properly at all.

And even if the Vanquisher makes it through all of that after the ritual. There are still trials to face as the crystal takes five years to fully phase to the Vanquisher.

Though due to the nature of the ritual. The training before the insertion is considered crucial, fail to pass it, then you will never be given a Godiah Stone. And those in the tribe are heavily screened by their Witch Doctors in order to find those most susceptible to magic in order to handle the ritual better, As death is not the end goal of this ritual. But it is a way to bless one with the boon of their Goddess.

Within the tribe there are other professions that would be honored for fusion. Witch Doctors are given Crystals in their hands, a symbolization of their healing and abilities to connect with the world with merely a magical touch. And Overseer, the one who looks over the whole of the tribe. His crown would be made of the crystal fusion surrounding his head and fusing into it, his heart is the God’s center, and his hands are the Gods touch. To earn the position of Overseer one must be durable. And every few centuries the Foreseer the one to look into the future may have a crystal fused to one eye.

Koray’s Boon from the Godiah Stone is Demonic Inversion.

The two main states of Koray’s magic are Sleep Mode [Inactive] and Awake Mode [Active]. Inactive the Godiah Stone passively records any spell directed towards him. It doesn’t record any spell that has not directly come into the stone and the stone does not absorb damage. Koray is still affected by spells like an ordinary person. Instead the spells the Godiah Stone records becomes Koray’s spells during Awake Mode.

Sleep Mode

During Sleep Mode Koray struggles to make his own magical powerful. For those who are not aware of his Demonic Inversion, they would probably write him off as a struggling lesser mage who just learned to practice a few spells. But Koray’s Godiah Stone inactive makes it difficult for him to conjure enough powerful spells to take down powerful opponents. It’s why Koray relies heavily on his physical combat in Sleep Mode. Though it is best not to underestimate Koray as an incompetent mage. With what little magic he does have, he uses to enhances the enchantments in his blades. The stone absorbs or perhaps blocks too much of his own magic to make his magic worth fighting with.

There are other issues that are more prominent in Sleep Mode than they are in Awake Mode which allows him to block and ignore most things due to having a singular drive. Due to the fact that he is only on his second year of fusion he suffers from sharp chest pains. Though they don’t bother him as much as they use to, not when he was first given the stone. Still they come from time to time and they can be like someone is stabbing him every heartbeat.

He also is drained of all of his magic coming out of Awake Mode and requires time to recover his magic beforehand.

While in Sleep Mode though he has all the natural durability a mage might, he simply has a hard time conjuring his own spells.

Awake Mode

Unfortunately Koray does not have the ability to access Awake Mode on himself. It is often awakened by a strong, powerful, desire or emotion i.e. the emotion to protect friends, the desire to survive, etc. The stone in his chest is often affected by a strong adrenaline rush in which he transforms into his demonic state. When the Stone is activated Koray has access to his own magic, which has been sealed and stored in the stone when Inactive and has access mainly to all the Spells directed towards him in battle. Because Koray was never taught or knows any spells of his own, his own combat in Awake Mode heavily relies on the amount of Spells he has acquired over the length of the battle.

Even with that said Koray’s awake mode is vast and quite powerful. Near rivaling the strength of Slayer Magic, due to the fact that it is a Lost Magic. Koray power is overwhelming, it is a heavy aura that sits in the air like a heavy weight. It’s hard to breathe through and turns his stone gold. In this mode Koray is driven by his emotions and usually it is a singular goal. A singular base emotion that doesn’t allow him to see reasoning in this moment. It is eliminate X in front of me to achieve Y that I desire, want need, etc.

Awake Mode may only last upwards of five minutes, but Koray only really needs three to overwhelm his enemy with a relentless power. When coming out of Awake Mode, depending on how long Koray had lasted in Awake Mode and how much of his own magic he used to conjure his opponents spells, Koray may have a migraine, sometimes chest pains, and other times he may collapse coming out of transformation. He had been known to sleep for two days afterward in one scenario. Awake Mode is draining and takes a toll on Koray mentally, and physically.

Digimon: Soul Hunters

@SleepingSilence

This is my final word. You are correct I didn’t want you in this RP because you are rude, combative and cannot take a lick of Criticism. I saw the way you treated the other GM, but I gave a you chance. Two chances in fact. And you continue to insult me and those in this RP by stirring up shit in the OOC. I was transparent with my criticism and you threw that back in my face too. So here’s some advice Sleeping, before you join another RP. And it’s the same damned advice I gave you last night. Put the pride aside. Sit down and get the fuck off your high horse because you’re not as important as you like to think. Now you’ll be banned from this RP and blacklisted from other RPs. And I know you don’t care. But I’ll let you know because I am that type of GM. You threw my members under the bus. I am the ONLY ONE who did my post correctly. Well fuck you too. Don’t ever treat me, my CO-GMs, or my members like that. Because you’ll be in for a reckoning to realize I am not always a nice person. And what I think of you, that’s the only reason why I didn’t PM. Is that you are a shit stain who needs to grow the fuck up before they can get online. So maybe come back on the internet when you’re mature adult and not walking around in diapers. Goodbye. And Go Fuck yourself.

Digimon: Soul Hunters

Collab by Myself + Mike the Bloodwolf

Silence truly was the companion in the forest, normally there would be fluttering of wings or the sounds of bug Digimon crawling across trees. A stream could be heard with running water but it seemed quite a distance away.

The silence would not last long though as a yellow dinosaur with a mark on his left arm and a scar on his mouth was following the group from the treetops, behind him followed a small unit consisted of Gatsumon and a Gizamon who bore the same mark as the Agumon.

The group quickly moved to pass the humans and their partners, before waiting silently before the Agumon drop down. “Pepper breath" He said as he fired a small fireball from his mouth at the group.

How had they already found them? Dorumon responds quickly with, “Dash metal” firing an iron sphere at the pepper breath in hopes to lessen the amount of damage. While he charges towards the Agumon.

Clearly expecting the pepper breath to do more, Agumon was off guard when Dorumon charged at him but not wanting to look weak, Agumon fired off more Pepper breaths at the charging Dorumon. Distracting him while the others would gather round the Digidestined ready to cut them apart from each other.

Dorumon ignored the Pepper breaths, despite them clearly hitting his skin. He winced, but refused to let the Digidestined down. Not after all the trouble he went through to get them here. Dorumon opened his jaws and goes into bite Augomon with a Dino Tooth.

Agumon roared in pain as he felt Dorumon jaws clamp down into his arm causing him a great amount of pain, he would start punching Dorumon to try and get him to let go of his arm but this distraction was what he needed as the rest of his force would drop down right in the middle of the Digidestined and start using very weak version of there attack to get them to panic and run off into the forest scared, splitting them up.

Augomon’s punches, however worked, as he managed to hit one of Dorumon’s burns from the Pepper Breath. Dorumon doubled back, noticing what was happening behind him. Dorumon distracted and obviously not wanting to get the Digidestined hurt called out, “Do not panic. Get to safety!” He didn’t want the kids to panic. Didn’t want them afraid. If they ran off and scattered where he couldn’t find them. He turns around in hopes that Augomon will be distracted by his pain as he stands still, “Metal Cannon”. Dorumon is drawing in power to blast Augomon’s minions away.

Agumon was distracted by his pain, and his next move was going to hurt even more as he grab Dorumon by the tail to stop him from helping though it would leave Agumon open to taking a shot at point blank range since Dorumon could swing his tail round but at the very least it would ensure the children stayed scattered long enough to give Captain Mike and Emperor Ty enough time to gather some more crests. Agumon would have to retreat after the next attack as he could not take another hit.

Dorumon felt someone tug at his tail, he was being dragged back a bit. Dorumon whipped his body into a C and releases his metal cannon at Augomon instead.

Agumon eyes went wide as he took the metal cannon at point blank, the impact sending him crashing through trees and ending with him crashing into the dirt next to a stream, where little did he know one of the kids would end up running to.

Dragon's Cry

Just popping in. Is this still open?

@Ninja

yep

Digimon: Soul Hunters

Now that the Digidestined had their partners it was time for them to embark on their journey. Dorumon assuredly believes that these people will be the ones who can save this world from the Chaos that Lucemon lead. Dorumon looks at the Digidestined.

“I now am convinced that you can save this world and have faith in all of you,” Dorumon nods, “Now it is time we part our ways to begin your journey. To find the crest. First we need to talk to someone very important. Rosemon in Blossomtown should surely know where to lead us in finding the crest.” Dorumon nods excitedly as he begins to walk past the Digidestined and their Digimon.

“Follow me, I’ll lead you there,” Dorumon says, “Not everything is going to be scary like Lucemon and you’ll also meet a lot of friends here.”

So the Digidestined, with no other choice and no way of getting home decide to follow the lead of Dorumon. They walk past their homes and the holographic interpretation of their families. No way to utter goodbye or say sorry for all those trying times. No way to say I love you one last time because these programmed constructs would not understand the meaning of the phrase.

Lead down a street and into the fog, they were graced by the coolness of the air. Bright greens that illuminated the light from the canopy. As tall trees graced them, creating leafy shadows, natural hands that spread across fresh green grass. It seemed quiet and at peace here. The sky just between the peak of the canopy blue, with soft white clouds.

Whether this was the eye of the storm or not was uncertain. There was an foreboding atmosphere lingering in the distance as if they were to cross the forest and find something horrible. A strange world with a stranger request. It was a heavy pressure hanging over their heads like a great weight on their shoulders.

What Lies in the Forest

Dragon's Cry

It looks interesting...just kind of wondering if only humans are allowed in the rp.

@Kazemitsu

Well one character is doing a demon of sorts.

Dragon's Cry

-Does the CO-GM slide in-

Strange Cases of SYNBAD [High Casual]

Lancaster’s Estate - 9 am - March 9th, 2017

The driveway littered with police vehicles and news vans all trying to find a way to sneak behind yellow tape.

“Awight, please move back, as we do a proper investigation,” Officer Pike, a slim, Frankenstein tall officer says pushing back a reporter.

“What can you tell us about the case?” the reporter continues to push questions. Officer Pike brushes out a ginger curl touching his eyebrow, most of his top hair is in a jewfro, curly, and falling at different sides like curly noodles.

“We’re currently not talking to the press,” Officer Pike continues trying to keep the ordinance, however, it’s going as well as you’d expect as one of the reporters tries to pull a Mission Impossible move and slide under the yellow tape when the officers were “distracted”.

“Oi!” Officer Handel calls out to the reporter, “You’re not allowed in there. Get behind the tape.” As reporters were becoming antsy and several officers were playing a game with them, a old style black beetle began to crawl its way up a small hill, chugging at a pace that seemed comical to onlookers. Going around and parking at the side, with a small little light, followed by a van that read Medical Examiner. Like a scene out of a movie, two individuals came out the beetle like clowns.

There was a shorter young man, wearing fashionable goggle sunglasses, and a black heavy trench coat that came to his knees. Leather gloves, and stylish hair, with sweeping brunette bangs, didn’t give the impression of an officer. Standing next to him and getting out of the passenger side was a man who wore a tan trench coat, of olden style, he was overweight, and towered over the man by a foot. Standing at 6’4”, they looked comical standing by side.

“Medical Examiner Crawford and Wubbzy,” Officer Pike managed to say the sentence with a straight face while some reporters wondered if that was indeed his last name. Medical Examiner Wubbzy balding on top of his head, though had sandy brown hair like one of those Greek olive branch tiaras.

“Pike,” Wubbzy greets with a firm handshake, “How’s it lookin.”

“In there, a mess, whatever did this,” Pike notices some reporter, “A nightmare. Really.”

“Though you think it’s SYNBAD worthy, else I wouldn’t be here,” Medical Examiner Crawford questions taking off his glasses, to look at Pike.

The three of them look at a nosy reporters inching in. Suddenly there’s the sound of several cups falling onto the ground, as a heavy, squeaky door is opening. A young man, probably younger than Crawford is stumbling out of the Medical Examiner van. He throws the cups back into the van, and quickly slams the door. He runs up to the three discussing.

“Anything I missed?” he ask, an average weight, average faced young man with wispy brown hair, and an excited enthusiastic look.

“Sherman,” Officer Pike greets.

“Pike, shite forgot my camera,” Sherman runs back to the van, making another squeaking noise. Slamming the door shut.

“Shall we?” Wubbzy ask.

“Yes, sirs,” Pike replies.

Passing the yellow tape and heading towards the estate, the smell of blood was rich from the front entrance. Blood spilled on the entrance stairs to two large mahogany doors. A piece of arm, belong to a young man lay limp at the entranceway.

“Couldn’t killers be more cleaner, especially of the supernatural kind,” Oliver remarked as they walked into the decadent estate. What use to be white marble floors, had now been smeared with oxidized blood, turning the floor into a reddish brown. The indigo dyed carpet Prime Minister Lancaster talked about getting from India had turned brownish purple. The suede, tan, leather couch meant to match the white marble tile, now soaked in so much blood it had turned a pungent dark brown.

“Jesus,” Officer Pike gasped as he stared at body parts belonging to various people scattered across the living room.

“That’s a 3 to 4 grand couch, you’re never going to get the blood out of that,” Oliver remarks. Wubbzy gives Oliver a look. Sherman is taking a picture.

“You’re not phased by this?” Officer Pike ask.

“Have you ever seen a cyclops shit out a pile of bones in a massive heap of bloody feces?” Oliver ask Pike.

“No,” Pike replies.

“Then there you have it,” Oliver replies, walking deeper into the room looking around. Trying to figure out where to even start with this. While he wasn’t phased by the scenario, there were a lot of missing parts. Only a few corpses remain intact, skin leathery, eyes hollowed out, like mummies, mouth wide open, gaping in agony or torment. Frozen screams.

“Still, there isn’t much left, we haven’t seen anything,” Pike looks around, eyes wide, “this bad in a long time. What do you think could have done this? This doesn’t concern you at all?”

Oliver looks at Pike and places his pointer finger up, “I left something in the car. My concern. Let me go get that.”

Oliver moves past Pike, Wubbyz is inspecting some blood splatters, and Sherman is taking photos of a hand. He walks out for a brief second and walks back in, he gasp in a dramatic way.
“Oh my goodness, this is horrible, I am so concerned,” he says loudly for Pike to hear, “Who could have done something soooo horrible?”

“Quit being ridiculous,” Wubbzy grumbles, “Find us something useful.”

“So demanding, my heart is breaking right now, can’t you tell,” Oliver feigns a beathy, whining voice.

“While Oliver continues to poke at Pike, we do have an issue,” Sherman says snapping a photo, “This is the Prime Minister’s son, is it not?”

Jamie Lancaster head sat in the center of the room, the rest of his body parts still not found. Ghostly, dead, white eyes staring back at them. This was going to be a bit more complicated for SYNBAD, wasn’t it?

The catacombs dripped with water. The musty smell and stench of rotting mummies overwhelmed the senses. As sarcophagus with unusual markings on them had beady, hollowed eyes staring out windows created for mummified men. Two large stone doors opened, illuminating the hall with a faint blue light, that shimmered on the slick, wet, and mossy walls. The stone doors only lead to a chapel, with pews, though instead of some Saintly Christian artifact in the center, there was a statue of black, skeletal looking dragon, with a single emerald eye staring down at what occupants entered this religious hall, with cyclops like vigilance.

“Are you sure it’s dead?” Professor Alexander ask the Priest. A man, perhaps a woman, cloaked in an old robe, it was tattered and torn, even stained with old blood. The lower half of their face covered with a mask and all he could see were porcelain colored skin. Their eyes to shadowed in for him to be able to make any certain he was indeed speaking with a person.

They only bowed keeping their hands in their sleeves without saying a word. He felt a bit of sweat run down his spine when he saw their arm move as they gestured to the center display. Porcelain skin, slender hands, with black, worn down fingerless gloves. It almost looked like the individuals own gloves had been worn for so long it was beginning to get worn into an old cut they had allowed festered.

“And you’ve transferred the money into my account?” Professor Alexander asked.

They nodded again. Was this a vow of silence thing?

“Do not worry, Professor Alexander,” it’s the first words they have spoken this whole entire time, though it is hard to get a lock on their gender, their voice is raspy, quite frankly it sounds like if he were speaking the reaper. Deathly, cold, there’s a whispering that reverbs in the back of his mind, “You do what we ask of you. And we will fulfill our promise to you.”

“I’ve never worked with this Order before, I’ve heard rumors,” Alexander says with a nervous laugh. Alexander goes cold when the individual places their infected hand on his cheek.

“We take care of those who take care of us,” they say, “There’s no need to worry Alexander.”
Professor Alexander nods.

“All right, so I’ll have to do is take the key,” Professor Alexander says.

“That’s correct, and when it is complete, we will know,” they say faintly sounding as if they were going to die right then and there standing.

9:15 am
As the basement began to fill up and friendly faces chatted with one another morning anew, Roll Call was called and the group was told they’d be leaving in 10. Ten minutes being the moment Angelica got here on the community bus. Suited to fit 11, it only fit half that due to Bridget’s size. A common complaint among the group. Still they just put up with it. As they all had to put up with each other’s quirks.

On the road and close to their destination, Foster cursed the fact that he was driving and hungover. Music is at a low volume. The sun is sharp, teasingly harsh with it’s sunrays. Sunglasses seemed to be doing nothing, but making him feel like they were suppose to work.

“Do sunglasses really help with hangovers?” Foster ask Harper, taking a sharp left turn.

“How you tink they should work?” Harper ask him.

“You’re the one who suggested them,” Foster remarked.

“Well it’s just a formality to make others not know you’re hungover,” Harper replies.

Figures. Still London looked pretty during this time of day. To see buildings of old intermingle with the new. There is a nostalgic comfort that comes from seeing it. As he admired the view, a blue, luxury sports car of some sort, begins to speed up, zooming past them. The sound of their engine like a cup of rice rattling around in a bowl uncooked. Foster had to hit hard on the brakes as they merged in without a blinker and came to a near sudden stop after a display of sheer vehicular power.

“Asshat,” Harper shouts.

“Indeed, they could have dangered many,” Foster replies.

“Honk the horn. Shout that motherfucker down,” Harper says.

“I’m way ahead of you,” Foster says pulling into the right lane, since Harper got this car, might as well put it through its paces. Climbing easily from the forty they were going to sixty, passing the blue sports car and merging back into their lane in front of them.

“So you ain’t always a stick in the mud,” Harper remarks.

“I have my moments,” Foster replies with a smile.

Slowing back to the actual speed limit, Foster feels a bit of anxiety beginning to bubble. They were getting close to the station and he realized what he’s committing today. Today is the actual day he ask Nilin on a kind of sort of date. Honestly, that makes it embarrassing to think of in that matter. It’s no different than hanging out, but it always makes him feel like he has ulterior motives.

Going around to park at the station. He noticed a few things, Myles and Luka heading back into the station. Viorel standing out watching them for a brief second, then turning his attention to Stirling sitting on the edge of the sidewalk waiting for them. Well waiting for Harper, certainly.

“Stirling is out,” Foster remarks.

“Ay, aren’t they goin’ be so disappoint,” Harper replies.

“Honestly, I don’t know why they hate me,” Foster says as he’s pulling into a parking space, aligning himself in an appropriate manner, not trying to take up too much room.

“You don’t?” Harper ask.

“No,” Foster says.

“They hate you because you’re you,” Harper replies.

“Oh, thank you,” Foster rolls his eyes, turning the ignition off. Sighing and grabbing the package Harper had wrapped for Nilin.

Foster waves at Viorel.

“Morning Viorel, you are looking well dressed,” Foster replied.

“Fashion is and will always be used to make a statement, though I don’t know quite what statement I am trying to make,” Viorel “smiles”. Honestly he had gotten use to Viorel enough that he knows when he’s not planning to murder you in your sleep.

“Sad vampire,” Harper pipes up in their head.

Foster nearly chokes.

“Something the matter?” Viorel asked.

“No, Harper just thinks you’re looking smashin’ as well,” Foster replies. Foster looks towards Stirling and smiles.

“Morning to you too Stirling, you are looking quite eclectic,” Foster greets them in a cheery tone.

“Or like he raided a single hippies closet,” Harper retorts.

Again Foster tries to ignore Harper’s comment. Hoping that this time might be an actual conversation between him and Stirling.

Digimon: Soul Hunters

Digimon? Digital world? This all sounded like a video game or something like that. In any case Kei wasn’t really allowed to play video games when school is starting soon. His grandparents would get mad. Kei raised his hand.

“Um, I am not allowed to play because I have school,” Kei mumbles.

Dorumon looks at him perplexed.

“It’s okay that won’t matter,” Dorumon tells Kei, “If Lucemon wins he’ll surely take over your world as well.”

Kei now looks at Dorumon with confusion. You mean the bad guy here could enter their world? They were in a different world? That didn’t make sense. That couldn’t be right, could it? Kei hesitantly thinks about it. Everyone else has seemingly grabbed their watches. Would they think less of him because he hadn’t grabbed his watch, yet?

“So, what about our world? Will our grandparents and our families not know we’re gone? We didn’t even get to tell them anything,” Kei plays with his buttons, “What if they think we’re missing? What if they are going to look for us later? Did you think of anything like that before bringing us here?”

Dorumon looks at Kei twitching his tail.

“But, won’t they be happy you saved the world?” Dorumon asked.

Oh yes because he could tell his parents he went to a world with monsters, fought a bad guy they have no concept of and that he saved the world. They wouldn’t believe him. He should hit Dorumon on the head again with an artbook.

“You should have made the email more legible so they knew where we were,” Kei remarks.

Dorumon looks puzzled.

“It was very legible,” Dorumon replies, taking out a copy of the email he sent;

Yggdrasil is dead. Awaken Digidestined. You are needed for an important task. So awaken your hearts and complete your destiny to save the Digital world.

That’s definitely not what anyone saw, if they were as confused as he is in this situation. About these things. Kei hesitantly walks forward, so it seems there is no way back. Kei’s hands shake as he reaches for a blue metallic watch, with gray, and white trim around the screen. Everyone else has seemed to summon monsters from the watches. He puts the wrist watch on his wrist. Trying to fight back crying again. All he’s tried to prove to his parents and grandparents is that he’s not a burden to them. Now that he’s missing, what would they think?

He barely noticed the bright light as blinding as it is, as he tried to fight back tears.

“Please don’t cry,” said a small brown creature, with three horns, “If you cry you’ll make me sad Kei-kun.”

Kei stares at the creature. A tear falling onto its forehead.

“I’m sorry, this is all very overwhelming,” Kei remarks, “Who are you?”

“I’m Kokomon,” it replies softly.

“I don’t want to make you sad Kokomon,” Kei replies.

“I know its a little scary, I am scared too, because I am doing this all by myself, well with you too,” Kokomon says, still in his arms it appears its trying to hug him or this is its concept of a hug, “so we have to stick with each other.”

Kei nods.

“I’ll try,” Kei mumbles.

Strange Cases of SYNBAD [High Casual]

@Neo Is Delight

All right Neo. You are accepted, but I need your written statement on the OOC.