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Tick Tock; Time Won't Stop.
Topic Started: Aug 27 2010, 04:07 AM (327 Views)
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ooc: The wavelength fuck up rule applies here. Lucia has been approved by Imp.

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This is what I brought you, this you can keep.
This is what I brought, you may forget me.


It was like listening to a radio with static. Gabriel shook his head like a dog with water in its ear and shivered, irritated. It buzzed in the back of his skull, an uncomfortable sensation. Every now and then there would be a spike of activity, of joy, flicking around on the air. Something was screwed up big time, and it was messing with his head. Maybe some little wire had come loose in his head - did he even have any 'wires' still left in place? He shook himself again, glancing around.

What the hell was he doing here? It seemed almost suicidal. Whatever was wrong with the air had messed up his brain and sent him walking to places he didn't want to be. Gabriel realized where he was and glanced up at the school. If somebody saw him, something was sure to tick. Some little switch would flip and they'd realize he wasn't supposed to be there. The 'happy' souls were driving him up the wall. They were everywhere. Abruptly Gabriel dropped into a crouch and covered his ears, eyes screwed shut. The knife at his waist dug into his side, but he didn't care, that little sensation grounded him to the stone tiles.

Someone was going to see that scarred, skull-like face and realize there was something seriously wrong with him. Even Gabriel knew something was wrong. He didn't remember leaving his apartment, or walking. The memories came in flickers, punctures of clear signal through the static of the soul perception. It was a mess.

I'm a mess
, Gabriel thought, eyes opening and fixing them on his feet.

"Gabriel. You look like a corpse." The voice piped up from the back pack he didn't remember picking up. Lucia. He'd brought that little brat out into public with him. What had he been thinking? She'd get him killed! He glanced over. Lucia, a freak of the Soul World, had been one of his victims. After two painful weeks she'd died, but somehow her consciousness had remained grounded to her soul. Instead of selling her off or burying her jar, he'd kept her. After all, it was nice to have some company he didn't intend on murdering.

Right now she was just going to screw stuff up for him. Shit. Gabriel lowered his hands and pulled the bag off his shoulder, pulling out the jar. "You keep quiet. I've got enough problems as it is."

She yawned. Loudly. It always irritated him. Gabriel felt tempted to smash the jar on the ground but that wouldn't kill her. Probably just amuse her. He put the jar away, ignoring her, and looked up. What now? Just go home? The sensation pricked at his skull again. Gabriel rummaged in the bag to see what else he'd grabbed and winced as he sliced his finger. Scowling and swearing, he opened the bag all the way and paused before reaching inside. When he pulled the object out, he could merely stare. When had he done that?

The knife handle was covered with blood - fresh. Examining the bag, he noticed the bottom appeared to be leaking. Lucia's jar clinked against something, and she was saying something, but he couldn't hear. There was something wrapped in paper in the bottom, like a butcher's sale. He didn't keep trophies from his kills. What the hell was this? Scowling, he pulled it out and immediately dropped it. A severed hand rolled a few times across the ground to stop a foot away.

Why had he kept it? And why didn't he remember?

I promise to depart, just promise one thing.
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep.

Edited by Willow, Aug 27 2010, 08:15 PM.
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This wavelength disruption proved to be a bitch. Everyone was suffering because of this. Soul Resonances were failing, as well as basic wavelength attacks. Even veteran meisters had trouble wielding their long time weapon partners. Many students had ended up failing there missions. A good percentage of them ended up killed in action. Whoever was behind this had done a good job of crippling Shibusen.

And to be honest, Rick was scared a-shit. Before this all had happened, he had signed up for a mission. It was to assist this one girl with killing a witch. While it seemed suicidal, it was a good chance to see how a witch worked. Besides, he'd have a multi-man crew to back him up, including the main attraction; the feather duster herself. But this disruption of wavelength had changed everything.

Rick was going to talk to Shinigami about this. He would hope that the god of death had good judgment on the matter. Students were becoming the next meals of lowly Kishin Eggs thanks to this. Sure he still sent them on missions to kill them; but surely he wouldn't send students out to kill a witch during all of this. Even though he knew very little about witches, Rick still knew that they were a dangerous kind. If many a-student had died on the hunts, then they must be dangerous.

Once class had finished, Rick made his way out. He was going to talk to the boss himself. That was until something tapped against his boot. And it turned out to be a severed hand. "OH FUCK!!", cried out Rick as he stepped back. After taking a moment to collect himself, he noticed a trail of blood leading to a young man with a piece of paper in his hand, which was covered in blood as well.

Rick had glared at the young man. "Hey Scarface, what the fuck is this shit!?", he called out to him angrily.
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Gerry strolled out of the gym, his hair still damp and smelling of a very sweet scented shampoo. Not to say he was womanly, but Gerard sometimes found himself swiping one of the female student’s shampoo for two reasons. First, they smelled enticing, and second, he loved his hair when it was soft and silky smooth. Perhaps the axe weapon was a little OCD about it, but then again, nobody would really say anything to him about it because Gerry had an unnerving presence with most of the student body. Oh well. The blonde had grown accustomed to such treatment and it did little to faze him.

The Zmej member waltzed through the courtyard and under the patio humming to himself nonchalantly. The sun was beginning to set behind the school as the main of the student body went to their final class although its dark chuckling continued to bless Death City with its graces. Oddly, it seemed quiet even for the period before dismissal. Gerard wouldn’t complain though because he’d be able to take a nap or perhaps just leave the grounds early. He couldn’t help but shake the feeling someone needed him someplace, but it was only a feeling.

‘Time to find a nice spot to-’ “OH FUCK!!” The blonde’s red eyes turned their gaze upwards and scanned around the patio, but found nobody in sight. His ears perked at the sound of crinkling paper and ghosted through the shadowy patio to locate the disturbance.

"Hey Scarface, what the fuck is this shit!?"

The axe weapon pressed his cloaked form against a pillar in the shade and practically melded into the wall. Gerry’s gleaming red eyes studied the two in the courtyard with curiosity. Apparently the one that talked was a lanky kid, clearly a male from the sound of his voice. Why he wore a gas mask and hoodie was beyond Gerry, but then again, many probably questioned his own appearance and choice of attire. The other one looked to be somewhat of a shoddily dressed guy with a raven haired mop atop his head, and a quartet of scars lining the left side of his face. The blonde didn’t try to get a better look at him right away because he felt content to merely watch what transpired between the two. It was then that the axe weapon spotted the small drops of blood trailing between the two, and seemed to have been caused by a severed hand.

Normally the sight of such a thing would be cause for alarm, but this was Death City, this was Shibusen. Most of life here was comprised of horrible horror jokes and strange fetishes in some cases. It was rather commonplace really, but Gerry could feel tension growing in the air. It’d look bad on him if he intervened too soon and bad even more so if he didn’t intervene at all; but who was there to watch…he, himself, and the two in the courtyard. A tip of pink protruded from the blonde’s pursed lips and slid from one corner to the other before his mouth widened into a toothy grin. Perhaps things were going to get a just little interesting.
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He found himself irritated by the reaction. Cursing for no reason did absolutely nothing for him. Being given an irrelevant nickname didn't do anything for him either. Gabriel knew it was kind of later to cover up the morbid appearance of a random body part, and unless he learned to teleport in the next couple of seconds there was no way he'd get to the hand before this swearing stranger realized it wasn't just an extremely freaky prop. He wondered if this was a meister or a weapon, and whether a partner would appear on the scene in the next few moments ... so far he'd been lucky.

One little wavelength fuck up and he was all screwed over. Gabriel felt a pang in his skull, like someone had tapped a hammer to his temple. This stranger's screaming wasn't helping either. Scowling at the boy, Gabriel reached into his coat. What are my odds? Gabriel wondered. His eyes flicked down to the hand. Carefully, he wadded up the paper, almost nonchalantly.

"What the 'fuck' does it look like?" Gabriel said with the trace of a growl. "Pick it up if you aren't sure." It was a real hand, wasn't it? Maybe he'd gotten some kind of goopy theatre prop thrown in with his things. But then, with all the experience Gabriel had with blood, it wasn't hard to feel positive. The crackling of the paper would hopefully draw away the attention from his other, which was reaching into his coat pocket. What now, what now. You see this hand? You see what it does? Watch closely, don't miss the trick ...

"I don't think that's going to work," Lucia muttered, peering at him through an opening in the bag. Gabriel resisted the urge to look at her, as well as the urge to kick the bag and send it rolling across the ground. Who knew what other goodies were hiding in the reaches of his messenger bag? With the same casualness as previously (because casualness is totally a word) he tossed the paper at the stranger. A beat later he drew his arm from his coat and threw with practiced accuracy. Hopefully this wouldn't be a practiced student.

Hopefully the knife with hit. Normally Gabriel would have taken the time to put the stranger unconscious, to dispose at his leisure. But this was Shibusen Academy, and one didn't have time for such gestures here. Gabriel was already drawing a second knife in care the first didn't go, this one to defend whatever attack would surely follow.
Edited by Willow, Aug 30 2010, 01:21 AM.
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Rick watched as Gabriel reached for his coat. He responded with hostility, to which Rick simply glared at him. It was clearly a real hand, the blood looked real. But Rick was so pissed off with how this wavelength disruption was going that he had disregarded kindness. And then there was this ass clown running around with severed body parts. These days, it was safe to assume that he was connected to this disruption.

The boy crumpled up paper as he reached into his coat pocket. Of course, it was just crumpling paper, and the guy had a severed hand. So Rick was cautious about the pocket more than the paper. Out of caution, Rick shifted into his partial transformation. Sure it was risky to attempt wavelength attacks, but he had another trick up his sleeve. Gabriel would see that his fingertips were now electrode caps, and that two six foot long straps were dangling from each wrist. It was obvious which trick was going to be used.

Gabriel struck, throwing the paper at him. Rick did nothing to react, as it was simply bloody paper. The paper bounced on his head without him flinching. But then, Rick saw him throw a knife, and it was coming towards his neck. Rick attempted to pivot out of the way. While it missed his neck, it still connected. "MOTHERFUCKER!", shouted Rick at the knife went into his shoulder.

As Rick hissed in pain, Gabriel took out yet another knife. Currently, he was on his knee, using his other hand in an attempt to yank the knife out of his shoulder.
Edited by tagger, Sep 15 2010, 04:34 PM.
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