They drove to the scene speeding down the city streets, swerving to avoid cars and pedestrians alike. They screeched to a halt and were barely parked, as Max threw open the door and quickly ducked under the police tape, glancing a nod at Hardy and then went straight to the body. Not a creature could be seen but the body was moving and pulsating. Max walked over to the body and ran his hand down the corpse's arm.
It was as if a bomb exploded in Max's brain and he saw the vision. It was a hell spawn, crouched over the body, mouthing some words in the language of hell. They weren't audible to the naked ear, but as the vision flowed through Max, he was able to hear every last syllable articulated clearly. He didn't know what it all meant, but he gathered it was a reanimation ritual, to bring the body back from the dead.
Max knew from previous findings that once the reanimation ritual was performed, the hellspawn would take over the body, using it fore purposes of whatever hellish deed needed doing.
He turned over and called out to the team that was there, as his hand was still on the corpse's arm. this allowed him to go back and see the rest of the vision anytime he wanted, which let him know how far along the reanimation ritual was.
"Get over here pronto, we got a demon fucker trying to bring this poor sap back from the dead. This needs to be stopped right now or else we've got hellspawn on our hands walking the city."
Max motioned for the team to come over and he took a step back, letting his crew come in a take a crack at helping stop the ritual before it got any worse.
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Hey giys, just an update. Was dealing with major important work stuff the past 2 days, so haven't had a chance to post, but i should be able to post today.
Robeatics said
Hey Ant, any posts in the works?
Yeah, sorry. Work and life got in the way but I am going to post today. I need to mention something before I do post though. I should have said this in the beginning, but there is no institute for S.I.N., no lab or anything of that sort. No fancy equipment other than what we all have. I failed to mention this from the start. This is an important piece of information as it changes the whole thought process you might have had.
@Illuminami, please can you kindly edit your post as to reflect this. I am sorry I was not more clear in the beginning.
Max looked at Thomas and back to Claes, as he sipped the espresso.
"No one but us has arrived yet. By the way Thmoas, you didn't feel anything on your way here did you? i was telling Claes that I felt like i was being followed by something. And whatever has been following me is probably waiting for me out there."
He stared into his espresso cup noticing he was just about finished with it, then he bolted up when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and loked at it and picked it up. It was police chef Hardy.
"Mmmmhhhhmmmm. Interesting. That's odd. Sure I'll be right down."
Max hung up and looked at the two. "Uh, guys, we got some issues. That was Hardy on the line. The god damn corpse is reanimating itself. Well not the corpse itself, but something is down there right now doing it. This isn't no run of the mill murder. It's those fucking hell minions. I was saying i felt like i was followed and sure enough these fuckers waited for me to be far enough from the scene before they stared doing their dirty work. we gotta stop this shit at once."
That being said he picked up his phone and dialed a few numbers, obviously calling the girls and informing them to just meet up at the site. "we better get our asses in gear if we wanna stop this before shit hits the fan."
Max swallowed down the rest of the espresso, got up and headed straight for the door. He turned back as Claes and Thomas were behind him.
"Who's driving?"
"No one but us has arrived yet. By the way Thmoas, you didn't feel anything on your way here did you? i was telling Claes that I felt like i was being followed by something. And whatever has been following me is probably waiting for me out there."
He stared into his espresso cup noticing he was just about finished with it, then he bolted up when his phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and loked at it and picked it up. It was police chef Hardy.
"Mmmmhhhhmmmm. Interesting. That's odd. Sure I'll be right down."
Max hung up and looked at the two. "Uh, guys, we got some issues. That was Hardy on the line. The god damn corpse is reanimating itself. Well not the corpse itself, but something is down there right now doing it. This isn't no run of the mill murder. It's those fucking hell minions. I was saying i felt like i was followed and sure enough these fuckers waited for me to be far enough from the scene before they stared doing their dirty work. we gotta stop this shit at once."
That being said he picked up his phone and dialed a few numbers, obviously calling the girls and informing them to just meet up at the site. "we better get our asses in gear if we wanna stop this before shit hits the fan."
Max swallowed down the rest of the espresso, got up and headed straight for the door. He turned back as Claes and Thomas were behind him.
"Who's driving?"
Everyone is accepted. We seem to have a good mix of characters. Looking forward to seeing how this develops.
Max heard the bell ont he door ring and looked over, seeing Claes walk in and come sit at the table.
"Yo, Claes, what a day I've had. There's a new case we just gotta take, but I'll inform when everyone gets here. Lets just say I have a feeling this is the big one and its gonna be a doozy of case, but what's up with you?"
As he finished his last word and the waitress walked by, Max snapped his fingers. "Hey, be a doll and get me a double espresso and make it snappy. I have a feeling I'll be up all night."
With that, he turned back to Claes before he could answer the first question and he asked another. "So you didn't feel anything strange when you got to the coffee shop did you? I mean I think some sort of thing was following me here. I couldn't be certain, but I felt its presence. Oh and you did tell everyone to meet us here, right? Cause there late and we need to get down to business."
At that moment the waitress put Max's espresso on the table. He snatched it up the second she put it in front of him and he took a sip. Ah, how Max loved his espresso.
"Yo, Claes, what a day I've had. There's a new case we just gotta take, but I'll inform when everyone gets here. Lets just say I have a feeling this is the big one and its gonna be a doozy of case, but what's up with you?"
As he finished his last word and the waitress walked by, Max snapped his fingers. "Hey, be a doll and get me a double espresso and make it snappy. I have a feeling I'll be up all night."
With that, he turned back to Claes before he could answer the first question and he asked another. "So you didn't feel anything strange when you got to the coffee shop did you? I mean I think some sort of thing was following me here. I couldn't be certain, but I felt its presence. Oh and you did tell everyone to meet us here, right? Cause there late and we need to get down to business."
At that moment the waitress put Max's espresso on the table. He snatched it up the second she put it in front of him and he took a sip. Ah, how Max loved his espresso.
Yeah, all of you are accepted. I posted the IC. Lets see where this goes.
Max Avendir arrived at the site after he got the call. It was a dimly lit alley to the side of a liquor store. He saw the body laying there limp and lifeless, but not a drop of blood. Something was very wrong here, It wasn't a normal kill. It had to be done by something supernatural. Max walked over to the body, ducking under the police "do not cross" tape. He saw the police chief standing there with a sunken look on his face, as he motioned for max to check the body.
Max crouched down and ran his hand down the victims arm. The vision came to him instantly and he saw it all in split seconds. An imp like demonic looking creature, very gangly and wispy was controlling the body and as it lay lifeless, it appeared that the soul was being sucked out and put into a small cube-like box.
As instantly as the vision came it disappeared and a gust of wind gave a chill in the air. Max felt uneasy, like something was lurking, perhaps hiding in the shadows.
He walked over to the police chief and motioned him to come close. Max explained the vision and told him this was a job for none other than the task force. Max assured the chief that his force would get to the bottom of it.
Walking away, Max pulled out his phone and started punching numbers on the keypad. After a few rings, a voice answered. "Meet me at the coffee shop in 30. We need to talk. Something's come up and I'm gonna need the task force at hand. Get them all to come down. See you in 30."
Max hung up the phone and began to walk down the city block, turning and looking behind him every few minutes. He felt like someone was following him, but it wasn't a someone it was a something.
((OOC: Anyone of you guys can jump in and be the one Max was calling and speaking to. I didn't use names so as to leave it open ended.))
Max crouched down and ran his hand down the victims arm. The vision came to him instantly and he saw it all in split seconds. An imp like demonic looking creature, very gangly and wispy was controlling the body and as it lay lifeless, it appeared that the soul was being sucked out and put into a small cube-like box.
As instantly as the vision came it disappeared and a gust of wind gave a chill in the air. Max felt uneasy, like something was lurking, perhaps hiding in the shadows.
He walked over to the police chief and motioned him to come close. Max explained the vision and told him this was a job for none other than the task force. Max assured the chief that his force would get to the bottom of it.
Walking away, Max pulled out his phone and started punching numbers on the keypad. After a few rings, a voice answered. "Meet me at the coffee shop in 30. We need to talk. Something's come up and I'm gonna need the task force at hand. Get them all to come down. See you in 30."
Max hung up the phone and began to walk down the city block, turning and looking behind him every few minutes. He felt like someone was following him, but it wasn't a someone it was a something.
((OOC: Anyone of you guys can jump in and be the one Max was calling and speaking to. I didn't use names so as to leave it open ended.))
Should we get on with the IC now?
Devsklar said
I'm quite interested in this. I will have a CS up in a few hours. Quick question, does the character have to be a super-human or can it be something non-human?
I prefer it to be human if possible.
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