Crank That (Open)

[Rino Badoer]

Crank That

For Lucan school was something entirely new, no he wasn't some white trash hillbilly from Missouri nor some transient bum from off the street. In fact he was quite contrary to that, Lucan had been raised through a multitude of educational viewpoints, all the while however under Tremayne's watchful eye as to not become too aware. That was the defining line between him and most all students, he had a glass ceiling clustering his aspects of knowledge.

He was however a tool, blunt instrument of destruction and chaos.

Escaping from the street side recluse Lucan made his way to the pavement, his head down to the walkway like most other students were, at least the new ones. You could always tell this was High School, the way it smelled how each student lingered in their own scent of fear. Irrational beings they all were.

A whisk of breath and the man dressed in grey would walk past a group of gaudy cheerleaders, his attention wanning only for a second to size them up. Ample sustenance here. Though not like that Mischa girl.

Lucan found himself a bit cluttered in the head as an image of her crushing him with the barrel of her gun sprouted a chubby in his pants.

*Thwump*

Falling aback Lucan would hear the laughter from the cheerleaders behind him, his body displaced on the ground, rump against the floor and a sizable red mark on his forehead. He had NOT walked into the door on his first day.

Damn....


Now he felt like a pervert having such illicet thoughts of her in this light. Grunting slightly the youth would emerge, rising as though nothing had happened and dusting himself off to take in the cool inside air conditioning.

"Hmph..."

Gutteral noises as he glared down at the front counter. No one there, as suspected, lazy school system. Another grunt would follow as he heard Tremayne's coaxing voice in his head.

'You need to integrate as a student to understand your mission fully.'

"Grrr..."

[Reverend (Dots) Teyfour]

Slowly as he turned the pages of his decaying bible, its blood stained pages cringed and complained as they bent. The aroma of death followed this self proclaimed holy man. He felt the slight breeze filter through his long hair, causing it to slowly sway from left to right as he walked.

Still walking with his eyes down, memorizing the verses that were already ingrained in his blood, Dots headed toward the entrance to the school, when he sensed it…. looking up he saw the bouncing beauties that were know as cheer leaders… Dots however saw them not just for their bodies he saw the sins beneath the skin of lust, of deceit, of lies… as he reached for his cross, about to commence in showing them the way to hell, he heard a bang. turning around he saw a pathetic looking hum’n, he felt the normal urge to destroy the weak, but now he suppressed this yearning for blood, for he has seen that this man is not worthy of the greatest of torments…

The hinges screeching on the rusting gauntlets Dots reached down to help the pathetic one up…. Extending the blood stained claw, Dots felt the perpetual beat of his heart pulse through his left arm slowly causing the shift of skin tone from the pale white to the Pitch black skin marked by white dots running from his finger tips to his shoulder.

Letting the o so familiar smile find its way to his mouth, Dots welcome the boy…..

“Have you heard the Good News, my ignorant friend”

[Rino Badoer]

The descent of an ill-fated palm reaching out to aid his recovery, however Lucan would dismiss it knowing full well what his actions provoked. His eyes slowly casing about the man before him tracing over his features to assure himself of a common understanding but found himself stumbling for reassurance of whoever would keep themselves to such gratifying low standards. Almost a laugh at the back of his head as he was reminded of Lady Gaga, dressing horrendously out of fashion to spark uproar and attention, though it seemed as if the boy went one further in attempts to outdo the drag queen.

The smell, of stains and blood, two things that he was quite well accompanied with himself so other than for appearances sake he'd not felt offended, merely put off at the fact that the boy had no sense of control as it were. Killer, yes. Powerful, no doubt. But with no control power was only an image.

Then again Image was everything in high school.

A stark laugh as he generalized this sensational thought rising to stand just short of the boy not feeling inclined to bow out nor incline his vision to the floor any longer.

“Have you heard the Good News, my ignorant friend”

Good news?

The boy must've been misunderstanding things right off the bat, there was no good news to be had from the inclination of a first day. Just the never-ending tirade of awkward first encounters, teachers giving off their first impressions as well as him ruining his own.

"Ignorant?"

Lucan would reply with a mix of confusion and cocky resurgence as he made an obvious tilt of his head to size up the boy's wardrobe. Apparently the boy was a bit confused on either his dictum or perhaps maybe was enjoying the celibacy of his own worldly imagination.

[Reverend (Dots) Teyfour]

Dots was entertained by the foolish Question posed by the Ignorant child. Resisting the urge to burst in to that signature laughter, he felt the tension pluck at the muscles in his jaw line. Cracking an ever so slight smile as the boy refused his offered help, Dots did not feel the insult, for many did not recognize grace as it stood before them.
“Yes m’lad Ignorant, for thye has not heard the good news, My name is Dots…. Dots Grand, But you may Call me Reverend Dots”

Pulling back the ignored hand, Its hinges crying out in strain. Dots Felt the Beating of his heart, though its pace was slow, it reminded him of the truth he must spread. He had been given a Reason to live , and that reason was to torment those deserving of the true meaning of hell…..

“See I come bearing good news, for now hum’nity has nothing to fear in death…. For the torments in this life are greater than any that the king of hell may let loose”

The laugh that he had been trying to restrain crept in to his face in the form of that sinister smile, slowly beginning to pace around the Ignorant boy, he felt his anger rising, he felt pride in his mission…..

“ see m’Child there are those that sentenced in this life to rot in the land of fire for eternity, for they make the innocence of this world suffer……. I say that it is a Heaven granted mission to make this scum suffer in both lifes, for them to be tortured here, and imprisoned there…”

Dots did not sense sin in blood of this one… Breathing in large breaths of air with each step….

“ Now…. I do not smell sin in your blood…… What is your name….”

[Rino Badoer]

“Yes m’lad Ignorant, for thye has not heard the good news, My name is Dots…. Dots Grand, But you may Call me Reverend Dots”

Lucan would resist retracing his steps in reverse. He'd dealt with Occult Icons before and the first step was to not freak out or give them the interpretation that they were insane or anything despite being perhaps just that.

"I don't suppose you serve Kool-Aid at your services by chance?"

Mental Facepalm, Sarcasm wasn't a good move either, unless of course he didn't pick up on it in which case it was hilarious if even in a mild gesture.

“See I come bearing good news, for now hum’nity has nothing to fear in death…. For the torments in this life are greater than any that the king of hell may let loose”

Lucan had all but zoned out at this point, nothing but instinct taking over. Naturally the movement was to fight but he knew quite well what a murderer was made of and this kid was something else. Some sadistic fuck who'd done far worse to people than Lucan had. Which was saying something. There were very few who made his skin creep.

“ see m’Child there are those that sentenced in this life to rot in the land of fire for eternity, for they make the innocence of this world suffer……. I say that it is a Heaven granted mission to make this scum suffer in both lifes, for them to be tortured here, and imprisoned there… Now…. I do not smell sin in your blood…… What is your name….”

"Oh? Thats where you're wrong Reverend. For I have sinned....many many times."

Lucan would match his smile before taking a large inclined step back separating the distance between them, a symbolic sense so to speak that Lucan wasn't a patsy to be undermined, and examined. He had his mission and it didn't include being patronized by the nuts of this place.

[Reverend (Dots) Teyfour]

"Oh? Thats where you're wrong Reverend. For I have sinned....many many times."

Now the Laugher Broke loose… He felt his heart Beat Raise…. Slowly his eyes Became a Bright Shade of yellow. Moving with the Speed and Grace of a hunting wolf, Dots Would attempt to cycle behind the Retreating boy. The Details of his surroundings blurred as he moved, his feet obeying his mind, he would stop directly behind the boy. Pressing his hand to the ignorant ones back he would release a Sonic Boom That would knock any normal man a few feet away. ( Quest Item) If his Taunting attack succeeded he would stand with his arms crossed grinning.

“well you are not a Sinner by my means, for the ending of life is no sin, but there for a gift”