ShadowSunRisen

Gods, Angels, Demons in New Haven Definitive HD Mix Edition

Although all had gathered together, there's of course one left who's fashionably late. She'd consider herself the most important of the bunch, but hardly had any experience or skills to her name.

Kicking the door open, first came a rain soaked umbrella that charged on ahead, followed by a coat clad figure. The soaked umbrella is cast aside with an annoyed huff from its wielder. Rainboots are abandoned by the side, along with several belts and another layer of coating. Once finally entangled from the baggy and soaked garments, a female figure is finally revealed.She's shrouded in a heavy gloom, a grim intensity resting on her face with a pair of eyes that seemed ghostly and always elsewhere.

"Blasted rain, straight from hell..."

With no greeting offered to the gathered attendees, the black haired woman stomped over to sit down by the bar. She'd pull the tarp that hid it from view, revealing quite an extensive stock of assorted alcohols on the shelves. The warehouse still hid many open secrets left over from the prohibition era. The woman focused first on getting a heavy swig of whiskey into her system to inflame her heart and lungs. She'd cough and sputter afterwards, clearly not an experienced drinker as she forces the hard liquor down. Only then, as she examines over the crowd before her does she finally realize she should probably introduce herself.

"I'm Marie. Yeah, that one, the mayor's daughter. Yea, my dad got killed because of the strange stuff going on. I fund this agency and I help where I can, trying to solve cases that is. Don't ask me anything else."

Another swig, and another cough as Marie forces down another drink. Perhaps it's just a show she's putting on to make herself seem tough and intense for the newcomers, she figured now it probably wasn't working.

"Montag is our leading detective man, Abigail makes sure we're not going to hell, literally speaking nowadays. Anyways, our first case is here and it's already a complete mess."

She'd pull out some sheets of paper, spilling a folder out on a nearby desk. On the sheets, details of several known criminals meeting violent grisly deaths with selected newspaper stories speaking on the killing spree currently ongoing in New Haven.

"Serial killer of criminals. Gang wars are getting more intense now, and something is getting involved. Something that isn't using guns, and using claws instead to rip people apart. Police suspect it's some sort of animal, but I'm sure we all know here it's gonna be something more than that."

Thinking she had said enough, Marie sat down and leaned up against a wooden chair with her feet kicked up on the same desk. She'd nearly stumble and fall, but keep herself steady. Clearly unwell, she was going to keep trying to get by anyways.

Gods, Angels, Demons in New Haven Definitive HD Mix Edition

Good posts everyone! I'll finally start my first post solo tomorrow or Sunday.

Grimoiric Heart

Valeria would glance over to Ethereal Rose, taking the situation with surprising calmness and suggesting Valeria be more gentle.

"I wish it were so simple, but Roma has a reputation. I've never encountered her myself but she's a magical girl unlike any other. She can be kind and calm one minute, and your worst nightmare the next. Just stay behind me, hopefully this won't resort to violence."

Seeing the heated and intense arguments thrown at Roma's way made Valeria realized she didn't need a gun to sling hot barbs at her opponent. With the situation remaining civil for now, she'd pull her aim off of Roma but keep her gun unholstered just in case.

Then she remembered Roma called her an American.

"I'm from Munich!" Val snarled, muttering to herself in German. "That's as German as it gets, no Prussian bullshit there!" Val grumbled to herself, likely to no one's interest.

"Helping Pageless destroy Grimoires and wanting to protect Magical Girls makes no sense to me. I don't like the Ministry at all and I think they're more harmful than good but even then what you're proposing sounds insane. If you really want to practice what you preach you should surrender yourself and your Pageless and stop any further attacks. Then we can talk when you don't have an army at your call threatening my students. You don't have to go to the ministry, but you aren't going to continue to pose a threat either."

Valeria talked tough, but truthfully wished to avoid a fight. There were too many Magical Girls here at risk of being injured or worse if a conflict broke out. She had never seen Ozma so worked up either, which caused her to worry further. She'd glance over at Maria, hoping the girl was ready to grab the girls and run if things got too intense.

"That might not be her real body. Maria can you prepare an escape for the others? We may get ourselves surrounded or worse if Roma attacks us from behind."Val warned, speaking in a whisper to the fellow teacher.

Ozma we weren't even supposed to be out here. What's gotten into you getting so heated like this. This job is way more than I bargained for...

Tower of Fable

"I suppose so. But in the meantime let's sneak around this casino and loot anything valuable. Maybe there's some powerful artifacts around here to help us with the next levels. I wanna get stronger so I can be more useful. A thief's skillset seems to rarely come up in this crazy place!"

Just as she had sat down, the princess is up and pacing around again with great energy in her steps. Katie would notice her dog ears have disappeared and replaced with her old human ones.

"So what are you waiting around here for? Let's get moving and find other people. You said they'd start hunting after me so it's probably best not to stay in the same place for too long."

Already the princess is off, and would search for the others and hope KAtie found the will to follow along after her.

Gods, Angels, Demons in New Haven Definitive HD Mix Edition

@Fading Memory

Hey just wondering how your post is coming along.

Gods, Angels, Demons in New Haven Definitive HD Mix Edition

Good posts so far! I am excited by the enthusasim. I need to go kick Sonnambula to post soon

Grimoiric Heart

Val was all fun and bluster until the adventure to mess up some heartless evolved into a dramatic encounter with one of the most dangerous beings the academy. Her teasing and carefree attitude came to an end, immediately she's out of the open roofed car and throwing aside her bottle of beer. A serious glare overtook her face as she aimed a golden tinted revolver towards Roma as she made her approach. She'd only halt from shooting as Ozma appeared to come talk to her, confusing Valeria. The teacher make sure she's in front of the students like Nessie, not wanting them to get hit in case this meeting turns into violence.

"So we're just here for a dialog huh? Is that why you've been harassing the academy with pageless attacks?"

Her revolver is spun and chambered, ready to be fired. She'd stand before the gathered students, ready to defend them with her life if necessary. For now, she felt no hostile intent from Roma, yet.

"If you really want to talk and show you're peaceful, why don't you drop your grimoire and put your hands up? We can have a nice dialog in the school yard and you'd even have a bigger audience there too, ja?"

That legion of Pageless behind Roma could spring into action at any moment, keeping Valeria on edge.

"Kinder stay behind me. Now."

Gods, Angels, Demons in New Haven Definitive HD Mix Edition

Everything is in order and the first post is up. Lemme know if you have any questions.

Gods, Angels, Demons in New Haven Definitive HD Mix Edition

New Haven was always a city wracked with the strange and the unnatural. Its reputation far proceeded it and with that came darkness to be explored by all walks of life. It wasn’t long before that opportunity was capitalized and from it spawned the birth of Montag Detectives Ltd. They had quickly gotten themselves entangled in something far greater than themselves in their first case.

A month had passed since Montag and Abigail's adventure in the Mayor's villa. The results of that story left a crippling impact on the city around them. They had succeeded in sparing Marie from her fate given by the Gods above, but at the cost of her father and mayor's life which left the city in even greater turmoil. The cult of discord had succeeded in their mission of sowing dissent, and had unleashed the forces that be. A month had passed and the now three detectives had come together under the conclusion that these supernatural occurrences could not go ignored any longer. With the government and political bodies busy with the street violence and other turmoil, there's no one else to mantain this frontline.

This easily proved to be a task larger than the up and coming agency could handle, and a recruitment drive was in order. Although initially they had not wanted to involve others it came upon them that they'd have no chance of addressing these problems if they lacked the manpower. After putting out offers in the paper and through word of mouth in the city's underground they had gotten a diverse cast of candidates.

Using an abandoned dock warehouse, an 'office' had been set up in the large empty spaces between cargo and old shipping vessels.
Humid air clutched over people passing by, winds coming from the waters beside infest the blowing air with sharp shapes, feeling as if they are ready to cut through the skin. Forcing people to pull their collars high up, protecting their faces. It gave away the city's scent of breath, massive industrial lungs circulating air through the streets, seeping around, made to become messengers of words to come from places yet unseen for a human eye. For the recruits entering inside they'd see a smoke clouded bar inhabiting the warehouse - abandoned by the lack of any job and work as that had dried up from the depression, all that remained is a hollow husk of its past purpose. The building if was not all too steady, offered new visitors and inhabitants a shelter and protection from the whaling winds and did well as a quiet place to observe new hires.

The candle lights inside gave the shape of walls almost a comfortable and cozy ambience, their temporary base seemed isolated enough from the world outside; warehouse finding some comfort for itself as well - in having to serve once again. Behind a makeshift table made of several crates and planks left from the past, a redhead woman sat, carefully browsing through the papers laying before her: the first thing all the visitors would see upon the entrance into the warehouse, aside from a few puddles left from the yesterday rain, gathered by the water which found its way through the cracks in the rooftop. She wore clothes with no color or appeal, clutched into her coat which served basic purposes of protecting her from the weather, a coat which would soon fade away from memory of its shape and color. Not so unmemorable was her hair though - bright and burning shade of red carefully tied in a tail on the back of her head - even carefully put together like so, it was not enough to hide their shape, crying of the passion of their holder. Papers flickered in her hands; her fingers in quick and habitual motions flipping pages, the appearance of her delicate fingers despite the work she often did. Blue eyes shifting in their gaze between the words on the papers and people sitting in front of her of whom these words spoke; and sometimes she gazed into somewhere - or somewhen - else, disappearing behind a veil for a second, only to return again with a soft smile.

"Ey, sorry 'bout the place bein' this awkward. It's a temporary spot". the woman spoke, her voice calm, yet it held tones of freidnship and compassion, even though it was hidden behind her accent. She spoke so with a smiling expression to everyone coming in, greeting her new potential allies, "Please, be welcomed, come in and sit, I was just readin' through ye papers here. Sorry 'bout the furniture, tis' also.. a temporary solution. I am Abigail McCarthy, miste's Montag partner, ye could say. He's about to arrive shortly to greet ye in person."

There are some chairs arranged and some drinks of water offered, it's simple and primitive but a kind gesture nevertheless. The recruits are to take their seats and await to be judged like the final judgements that await all humans in life.

Gods, Angels, Demons in New Haven Definitive HD Mix Edition

Sorry for the late reply but you're all approved. I'm going to post the first starter soon.