Savo

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Was just waiting for the post from BC, time for a follow-up response, because Ciaran did drag him along on a shopping spree xP

The Promised Children : Eat, or Be Eaten

Nine

Berlin, Germany || ??? || January 24, 1:15

"Yeah, yeah, give me a minute," he uttered, cracking his neck as he stretched his limbs in peculiar, inhumane directions, yet it wasn't enough to break them. Flicking his hands for a moment, he bent over to touch his feet before reaching back upwards. His unblinking eyes flickered throughout the room before he stared blankly at a wall before clearing his throat, "Some of the specimens nearby are foreigners from France and have accommodated a charter bus. The bus is located by the Oberbaum Bridge and is situated close to the Spree, but the current location of the driver is unknown." With a sigh, Nine shoved his hands into the hoodies pockets, arms slumped as he trudged towards the door, "I'll meet you over there, just gotta get that takeout first." With that said and done, Nines reached out and opened up the door, looking behind him at his handler, before looking back outside the dim room. And with that, he departed for a time. His handler really had no reason to worry, Nine always came back. Nine looked about the empty, dimly lit room as an extra large roller bag he had 'procured' from a specimen, the former contents dumped off in some unknown location, possibly a dumpster or down some sewers, it didn't matter to him. The place was abandoned and somewhat in disrepair, with graffiti lining the walls, with rodents and other bugs scampering about, but that didn't exactly matter at the moment. What did matter, however, were all the specimens from the vehicle, all standing in a row, straight as a platoon of soldiers, silent and listless. Nine stood there, rubbing his chin with one of his thumbs as he examined each of them, before sucking in some air and crooked a finger at his side. Like a puppet and his marionette, one of the bodies came to life, more precisely the recently deceased specimen known as Cheska Ridenour walked forward towards the number. He stared at her for a few moments before tearing the clothes off of her and tossing them to side; they would get in the way as Nine had her sit down before grabbing one of the woman's limbs and bending them in a particular direction until a snap only audible to him was heard. Nine continued this pattern, contorting, twisting, and generally just desecrating the body as he continued to make the woman compact enough to fit in the bag, making sure not to tear her skin; didn't want to leave a trace of blood after all. After a few minutes, Nine had finally finished compressing the woman and fit her into the bag, the size of her enough to fit a small amount of clothes. However, this presented a major issue for Nine. There were three other bodies, but he was fairly certain he could at least fit in one more, possibly two if he got creative with the placement. However, he wasn't one to ruminate on this for too long, as with a flick of the wrist, the other three flicked their heads. Snap! Right now, size did matter as the French Ambassador and the bald specimen stepped forward, stripping themselves and tossing whatever they had on them to the side. The larger man that he identified as the 'Glove' they had mentioned in thoughts, put a hand on the arm of the bald girl, with Nine putting one on the leg of the Ambassador. He then repeated this process, this time with the help of his early dinner, both of them snapping each bone, awkwardly bending each limb before rearranging the bag and stuffing the bodies in. The clothes would have some usage as Nine retrieved them and tucked them in-between the crevices of the bag, covering up the bodies and making it look as if he did have some clothes with him. There was some left over, but that would have its own use as the Glove arranged them in a manner similar to a covering on a table, despite it all being on the floor. Zipping the bag up, he now had one last job for the bigger man as he commanded him to take off his clothes and add to the pile. Walking forward, unfazed with his resting bitch face, he stared at the lifeless doll before him, looking at every part of him, his stomach yearning for a piece of his flesh. He could just savor it as he grabbed the mans wrist and began licking and nibbling at his fingers. In an instant, Nine pushed him down, still holding his wrist as he hovered above him, looking at his hand. Licking his chops, Nine sat on the side as he brought the index finger forward, fitting it all into his mouth. Crunch! In one swift bite, Nine severed the finger from his victims hand, munching and chomping away at the mans fingers, continuing down the line as he began to stuff his mouth. Any blood that leaked out he would suck up, as if he were a child drinking out of a swirly straw; he did say to dispose of them discretely and what better way to do so than to devour this last remaining piece of evidence after all. Plucking out an eyeball and popping it into his mouth, he felt the juices squirt out, gushing down his throat before he chewed up the eye and swallowed it. In this time, Nine smiled briefly, chuckling to himself as he continued to satiate his hunger until not even the crimson carcass of this man was left. It had been no less than ten minutes in that building as Nine tossed the remaining, bloodied clothes into a nearby dumpster, making sure to move the articles of clothing around with his neuron strips. He made sure to obscure every piece, making it so you couldn't discern that they had been stained by anything else other than garbage. With that said and done, Nine peered behind him, looking up at the vacant building, empty once again, before looking down at his luggage. ... With a huff, Nine walked down the alleyway, exiting it and merging with the crowds of specimens, flowing with each and every one of them. No one would know of what had just occurred a few minutes prior in those abandoned, deteriorating apartments, absent once more of any sort of life as the perpetrator began his next objective.

Objectives ::: Eliminate Chancellor Cheska Ridenour. ::: ::: Bring home some takeout for Eleven to cook. ::: ::: Locate the bus driver and leave Germany. ::: Status ::: Tired; wants to return home ::: Interacting ::: Classified (@Haruharara) :::

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Weird, I expected Phil and Ciaran to not be in the same group as the Lucidostella's, eh, guessed wrong I suppose.

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@AmpharosBoy at least you're a little more reasonable than me when deciding the ACTS for Nowhere Man. I feel I should probably work on figuring out the designs for Nowhere Man as well, as I only have two right now. I wonder what ideas you have for each ability.

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I was about to say combine Walk the Line and Nowhere Man ACT1's powers to get around it, though, Nowhere Man might be at his final ACT by then or at the very least nearing it. I wonder if their power has to do with time.

Now that I think about it, @AmpharosBoy, how many ACTs do you have planned for 「PITCH PERFECT」?

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Pretty sure they are more than capable of communication, especially since I'm having my head wrapped around part 3 at the moment. Even without outright speaking, the gorilla does communicate to Jotaro about the name of his stand and such and I'm pretty sure Polnareff put some faith into Iggy to somehow communicate to the other three about what has transpired.

So I do think it's possible. Would be interesting if the stand cry ended up being the way it communicated instead of it being a bit of a meme, but that's just a random thought I just had here.

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I'm not willing to take up the position, at least, not right now. Possibly down the future I'll try to act as a co-gm for any rp, but right now, negative for me.

Fire Emblem: Ashes of Sacrifice [Fall of the Empire]

Einar

Kingdom of Reynes || Alymere Fort || Morning

It took only a few days before the assault on this fort commenced and before he knew it, Einar was standing with a crowd that was no bigger than a small militia. Didn't need too big of a group to overtake this place, especially with what the seven of them reported back. As he stood there with some of the infantry, a few of them were some fresh faces, but nevertheless, Einar did have a good idea on how to approach this. Squinting at the fort, analyzing it once more, the mercenary placed a hand on his blade, grasping the hilt and holding it in place. His breathing was still, calm as the morning breeze, running through what he would do, as these bandits looked a bit smarter than those raiders they faced a week ago; meant he couldn't be as brash as last time. Nevertheless, he was patient, waiting for the signal that the Princeling would eventually give as he bent his knees, as if a panther on the prowl. At the moment when the time was ripe, Alnard cried out the command; Einar felt his blood surged as his vision became sharper, digging his feet into the ground as the sounds of guttural shouting emanated from the fort, watching as the sentries scamper from the walls; the battle had commenced. Instead of jumping into the fray, Einar waited, swiftly assessing the situation unlike a few who were a bit gung ho. What was the best time to strike was the question, as efficiency was at the front of his mind. Speaking of gung ho, he expected that bulky man, Thom, to be at the forefront, not that woman, Artemisia, charging into the melee; thought she was more collected than that. He could help but roll his eyes, groan, and be equally befuddled at the same time, and as much as he thought it would be stupid to try and move, an arrow flying towards one of the bandits caught his attention. Sucking up all the air, Einar dug his feet in even further before launching himself forward, sprinting into the battle. Deftly drawing his sword, the mercenary kept his eye on the woman as she was nearly struck by an hour. Good, hopefully that brought her out of whatever stupor she was in as he turned his gaze back to the primary target. From the looks of it, they were getting tunnel vision, axe grasped confidently in their hands as they eyed the woman, rushing to make her into mincemeat. What they didn't account for was the two new threats that emerged - the arrow flying in his direction and Einar as he held his blade out to the side. Just as he closed in on the bandit, Einar came within the bandits vision, forcing the man to address him as opposed to Artemisia. Hoisting the axe to the side, Einar smirked as the brigand telegraphed his action and instead of fully committing to the assault, hopped back as soon as he was within range, causing the bandit to whiff. Completely open, he took it, thrust his sword forward at the mans chest.

_________________________ Status: Cracking some skulls Information Class Page Inventory Iron Sword [3/3] Vulnerary [3/3] Blast Powder [1/1] Experience 15/85 Fortune 0 Stats END: D STR: D MAG: C DEX: C SPD: D DEF: E RES: E LCK: E Action Stabbing a Brigand Supporting Artemisia (@Lugubrious) Bel (@Yankee)

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For Nowhere Man, it's interesting and I like it, but if the rod isn't necessary to use the ability and doesn't deal damage, I struggle to see the point of including that as part of the power. If it's that the rod counts as a part of Ciaran that lets him banish someone, why go the extra step and not just touch the person? Unless the rod's big enough that the extra range is important.

@Lugubrious

Ciaran can still be damaged during this process by the other stand user and since he can't defend himself with his stand, this leaves him opened to being attacked. If he lets go, the process stops and now he's at a significant disadvantage against the other user. The rods were never meant to be used for damage, as the main utility lies in being able to safely teleport someone to Nowhere Land without the risk of being damaged, though the hard portion comes when you need to get in and get out.

Basically, he needs to be touching the other person in one way or another to activate his ability and must maintain contact until the transportation process is completed.

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STAND MASTER: Ciaran Corrs

"Sorry, but I'm a bit busy right now... maaaaaaaaybe I'll spare you some time when I'm off work, but for now, ciao~!"

Profile

Name: Ciaran Corrs
Gender: Male
Age: 21

Appearance

Ciaran is a tall young man standing at 6'3 and 178 lbs, with a decently toned body, an average frame, and a mirthful smirk. He has a fair skinned complexion with no blemishes aside from the few freckles that dot his cheeks, with a few around his collar bone as well. Along with that, his nose is straight and sharp to a pint and he proudly displays a smooth angular chin. Furthermore, he has warm red eyes that seem almost on the glazed side most of the time, with an untamed mane of messy, messy hair.

Usually wearing whatever he finds to fancy at the moment, which is a code for what he considers stylish. What suffices for now is a simple black dress shirt with a thin white coat with extravagantly designed crosses that are not only around the cuffs, but act also as epaulets. Following that up is his own red scarf he knitted up that he wears like a feather boa. Finally, to finish it off, he also wears black silk gloves, dress pants and either shoes or high heels.

Personality

Ciaran is a character to say the least; while being a warm and outgoing person, he is neither outwardly modest or ostensibly urbane, living life in almost his own little world. Despite what expectations people set on him, he doesn't exactly care what people will legitimately think of him, to the point where he doesn't give a second thought about what he says. Often at times, this can make him come off as clueless, even with other actions displaying the contrary. Further more, he believe this allows him to get away with what he thinks is fun to him, such as flirting with anyone he comes across; he just loves seeing their reactions after all.

Beyond this eccentric masquerade, therein lies more issues with Ciaran and his life, primarily due to the fact that he neither knows what to make of it nor does he know how to create any sort of meaningful connections. To put it simply, his interactions are truly shallow and superficial, and at times, even if he sounds like he is taking it seriously, it is more or less disconnected in more ways than one. After all, there's always this creeping dread always following him around, that he'll never see this person again, so what is the point? To him, it's better to keep people at arms length, you can't feel hurt that way after all.

He still has his own peculiar mannerisms beyond the threshold of speaking his mind freely due to it not mattering in the end, he has a fondness for fashion, primarily womens clothing. That primarily comes to high heels and designer jackets that'll make him go gaga. Furthermore, he also displays quite the irrational hatred towards ice cream, to a very volatile degree. When offered ice cream, instead of politely declining, he'll probably just smack the cone or cup away before going to wash his hands with his gloves still on.

If not, Ciaran will probably go on some bizarre tirade about how ice cream is cold, sticky, and faintly tastes of liars, before seguing into more random bullshit that doesn't make any sense or pertains to ice cream whatsoever.

History

Stands always have been, and forever will be an intimate part of Ciaran's life, primarily due to his heritage and fate.

This extend far, far back to even before his birth, before even his own mother, Johanna Jollenbeck and her friends traversed across Europe and found themselves intertwined in a conspiracy that eventually lead to her to join with the rebranded Speedwagon Oil Company, known now as the Speedwagon Oil & Research Enterprises, through Ciaran's father and her future husband. It goes all the way back to after the Steel Ball Run, in which the Speedwagon Oil Company attempted to drill for oil under a Devils Palm. Suffice to say, a whole lot of their employees did not survive the ordeal and died in the process.

But the ones who survived would eventually pave the way to why Ciaran is in Florence today, as the young man has an Irish-German background. In any case, those who came back were blessed in a way with bizarre powers, as of which were previously unknown to the company. Curiosity drove them to not only research this phenomenon, but develop way to implement these powers into their work, and much more. This would be the foundation for their new sect and as years went on, would eventually lead to Speedwagon rebranding the company.

Coming back to the present though, Ciaran was born in the UK in the midst of an operation. The Enterprise was looking to not only test how Stands could function in society and influence the market, but they were attempting to draw and recruit stand users to their company. What they didn't expect was to be caught up in a strange case, in which a killer was emulating the infamous Jack the Ripper and his murders, though instead of targeting prostitutes, this ripper targeted married women.

While it was discovered that this person was a stand user, Ciaran's father was able to actually get a transfer out with his family and was assigned to work on a case in Turkey. During the Neo-Ripper case, the Enterprise finally developed a subsection of the research over stands, in which they would go about not only neutralizing threatening stands, but recording the combat capabilities of stands and sending reports in to scientist to analyze, with a few working in the field.

Ciaran's father and mother would be transferred to this new subsection and would work there due to their competencies and experience. This would be the basis for the child's life going forward and growing up, a never-ending spiral of living in a place for a few years before moving somewhere else with his family.

So suffice to say, Ciaran moved around a lot during his childhood.

And, well, the young boy didn't make too many friends during this time, or at all for that matter. Sure, he tried, but he never stuck around in one area for too long. Ciaran would make a few connections before they up and moved to a new area. He was more the able to see many parts of the world, more than the average person would ever see, learned about the stands at a young age, but it was a lonely road, if anything else. No friends, no connections, no nothing; at times, even his parents seemed alien to him when copious amounts of researchers would try to research the child since they had developed the technology to determine the potential to develop a stand.

It felt sterile, cold, and even the ice cream his father seemed to try and welcome him with after they had finished slowly began to disgust him, and he used to love the stuff. Despite having the potential, they never saw him manifest a stand, but none of them knew it was right beside him the whole time, hidden away as a shadow.

When he was about fourteen, Ciaran moved to New York due to an assignment his parents and other members of the organization had, and transferred to a new school. During this time, he made many new acquaintances, learned new things about this place, and continued drifting through with his life. However, slowly, he began to shed that exterior of his and began to open up to strange and different people he never would of considered companionship with, eventually being roped with them into his parents operation. They were warned to stay out of it and leave it to his parents, lest they might suffer some consequences.

Sadly, they didn't listen, and while ultimately succeeding in the task the Enterprise set out the do, came at the cost of some of their companions. This final fight broke him, left him feeling terrible, powerless, and debilitated, causing him to breakdown for about week, before seemingly coming to terms with it. However, there was something uncanny about him when continuing to interact with Ciaran, whether it be him treating this all as if nothing had happened or his off-putting, nihilistic humor.

It was jarring to say the least and only hit them when he cut off contact with all of them after taking a work-study program within the Speedwagon Oil & Research Enterprises group as a person working in the same subsection as his parents. While he has gone on to investigate minor infractions and disturbances, he never really did receive too big of a case and would continue his studies, not truly knowing what path was available for him, feeling like this was the only path he had to take, that it was a destiny he couldn't change.

Eventually, he was tasked with going to Italy after handling a job in Egypt, primarily in Florence, people disappearing. To him, this was no big deal, even though he had handled one missing persons case with the involvement of a stand, he had become numb to this sensation. Going through the motions, he packed his stuff, had the organization arrange for a temporary apartment there, and traveled to Florence.

Two weeks had passed since he has been there and there has been no headway. Usually these would be over in a month or two, with clues being identified around the fourth to seventh day before pursuing them fervently, yet he could find nothing.

At least, until being approached by a man named Diavolo.

Stand

Name: 「Nowhere Man」ACT1
Type: Close-Range
Obtained: Inherited

Destructive Power: N/A
Speed: E
Range: D
Durability: N/A
Precision: E
Developmental Potential: A

Appearance

「Nowhere Man」ACT1 is a peculiar stand of sorts; while it does take the shape of a humanoid, it lacks any sort of discerning characteristics at the moment. In fact, it could possibly be mistaken for Ciaran's own shadow by most other stand users. Its only traits are really the fact that it has a similar body shape and height to its user, as well as the fact that it looks like it lacks a neck and a chin. When it moves, it can come off as blob-like, almost being amorphous. Strangely enough, due to its state, it is completely invulnerable to attacks as most just phase right through it. This, however, has the side-effect of preventing Ciaran from defending himself.

Personality

Due to it being a shadow, it has no personality traits one can objectively detect right off the bat. It does tilt its head at times, almost quizzically, comically, or so on. Currently lacks a stand cry and a mouth for that matter.

Ability

Strangely enough, to activate this ability, Ciaran must pull out one of his hair follicles and phase it through his stand. While the follicle will swiftly grow back after a while, the piece of hair becomes encased or possibly transforms into a small, hardened orange, red, or white rod. The rod has a lifespan of thirty minutes and will dissolve upon usage; the limit on how many rods he can have at one time is dependent on how much hair he has on his head.

The stand cannot use the follicle themselves, leaving it up to Ciaran to use it by impaling someone, typically a human. The process is relatively painless and does no damage whatsoever, however, once the person has been impaled, it will be impossible to remove or destroy the rod. However, he doesn't need the rod to activate his stands ability, but a part of Ciaran must be touching the opponent to do so.

「Nowhere Man」ACT1's main ability is to drag people into Nowhere Land. Upon activation, the persons own shadow(actually「Nowhere Man ACT1」) latches onto the victim, dragging them downwards until they vanish from the world. The longest this process lasts is 10 seconds depending on how much they struggle, as it is beyond impossible to escape their clutches. While Ciaran can just touch the opponent, this isn't very effective when there's more than one, plus the stand the user has can still attack Ciaran during this time if he's too close, making the rods a much safer way to use this ability.

Upon being dragged off to Nowhere Land, the victim is stuck there for the next five minutes; Nowhere Land is a shadowy facsimile of the real world, so the location they were previously at will be reflected in where they are transported. At the end of the five minutes, the person is instantly transported back to the real world. However, depending on where they were in Nowhere Land will put them in the location of the real world equivalent.

「Nowhere Man」ACT1 can then give its user control over Nowhere Land by phasing into the users body, making it look like Ciaran is coated in a thin layer of shadows. Whenever this happens, Ciaran can peer into Nowhere Land and automatically locks on to the person stuck in Nowhere Land. While the world of Nowhere Land is at his command, there are some rules both the user and the person stuck there has to follow.

For one, time in Nowhere Land is constantly relevant, no matter what Ciaran or the person trapped there does. Further more, Ciaran can spawn anything he wants in this world, but has to abide by rules in real life. While he can't just spawn a dragon that moves at supersonic speeds that can burn the person to a crisp in an instant, he can spawn cars in that can run down the opponent, create police to fire at them, people to block their path, etc. While the person stuck in Nowhere Land can use the world to its advantage as well, Ciaran can make certain things he brought into the world vanish if he wishes it. However, this usually takes about fifteen seconds, giving some ample time for the person stuck there to use it.