Kiyr Barrial:
The mans hands faultered on the keys, having looked back at his piano, long hair soaked and covering his face now in shadow. After she asked her next question, he sat motionless for a few moments, hands ready to continue to play. He spoke, instead.
"My name is gregory Finch. I'm here for you, miss."
His voice was quiet, sutble. He sounded young, but his tone held a weight, as though he had seen too much in so little a time. As though the world were on his shoulders and he could barely hold it up. He started to
play again, only lightly. Softly. So they could speak easily without the noise taking over.
"Y'see, they sent me."
He looked at her, one good eye almost sad.
"The ones who burned your chest. To take you. Either alive or....otherwise."
He watched her for a few moments, hoping she would not run, making no sign of threat. If she didn't move, he would turn his gaze back to the piano.
"But...im not going to take you."
He went silent now, playing into the song, still soft, rain battering the piano and himself. He would go on.
"I... Never wanted this. What they plan to do. What They... Plan for your friends."
His eye was tearing up, though she would probably not notice in the rain. He stared off into the darkness.
"Many will die, before they are done."
Kazuya Hikari:The man seemed just ahead of him, almost out of reach. Every time Kaz rounded a corner, the man could be seen rounding another. After a few turns of this, Kazuya would turn a corner and find himself face to face with the man, who slowly brought a finger up to his lips, signalling for Kaz to keep it down.
"They are watching you, fire brother. They will take you again, soon."
The man reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope, which was folded in half.
"Inside is a small whistle and a letter. After they claim you, and you wake up, open it. They will always leave you with what you have on you, as a rule."
His eyes would turn up to the sky, the rooftops around them. He would start backing away.
"They are coming. Live through the trial, Hikari, and i'll find you again."
A small tornado of flame whipped up around the mans feet and surrounded his body, and a second later vanished in smoke, the man gone. If Kaz looked up, heads would start appearing over the rooftops.
They wore gas masks, and all were watching.
Levi Kayamei:As Levi reached out with his senses, he would feel tiny life formes and spots of life beyond the wall, but no threat. As the door opened, he would notice grass. And as he pushed it open all the way, the door was stopped against a bush. Levi would notice the thickness of the underbrush, the trees and bushes. Birds cawed and spoke, and he could even hear a monkey.
Levi was in the jungle.
If he walked out, the door would slam shut behind him, and would be completely impossible to open. The room he sat in before was small, concrete positioned in what appeared to be the amazon. It wasnt attached to a house or anything, it was just attached to a large block of concrete, maybe ten feet wide and ten feet tall.
To the left and right were two rooms, just like it. Possibly more, though it was impossible to tell. He could sense one person in each of them, asleep, but the concrete seemed hard as steel, and the doors unbreachable.
The room to his right, however, he could hear some dull sounds, and after a moment, the door would open-
Marcus Prasad:Marcus' attack worked almost too easily, and would soon find his knife on the mans throat. The strap his tried to cut would snap away easily, and the man laughed.
"Its used for the sale of
arms. I'm Curtis O'neal. And not only was i with the men yesterday, im with the men today."
Through the wall Behind marcus, arms would rip through, grabbing the lone wolf and pulling him and Curtis through into the back room of the arms facilty. Bodies were litered around the place, missing various limbs. The man who grabbed Marcus wore a sleeveless shirt, and was ripped to the core. His arms were bare and tattood, and he wore a gas mask but almost seemed amused. He would speak in a calm, natural voice.
"Aw Curtis... This isn't how we planned this. Why you gotta go ruin everything?"
Mitsuki Park:Mitsuki awoke, strapped to a chair. Her items were all there with her, and in front of her was a TV. There was also a door behind the TV. After a moment, the TV flicked on, revealing a stage. A man stood there, quieting a cheering crowd. He wore a gas mask.
"Alright! One down, people! Now we're on to Ms. Park!"
Lights flicked on in front of Mitsuki, probably blinding her a moment. On the screen she could see herself on a projected image behind the man on the stage. He was pointing at her.
"Former Captain of 259, Ms.Park is a walker of unfortunate paths. Dead siblings, dead children-"
He looked at the screen.
"And many dead friends. This girl seems like a cool collection of thought and attitude but really- has no idea where she's heading."
Laughter.
"Well, tell you people what- i can tell you where she's heading. Right into the
jungle!"
The chorus of the song kicked on as the man laughed, people applauding. He pointed at the screen.
"Mitsuki Park! Welcome to the Regulation! You've been found wanting, and will face the trial!"
He snaped his fingers.
"LETS SEE WHAT SHES GOT!"
The screen went dark, the clasps holding her down suddenly released. She would be able to feel her Qi, and move freely. If she opened the door, she would notice the same jungle, thickly forested vegetation. Off to her right stood Levi, not more than twenty feet away.
Arael Hiroshi:The old man fell to his knees, trying to speak, only gasping. Behind him, five men walked toward them wearing gas masks. They would stop if she saw them, and start running toward them, probably a block or two away. The old man grabbed her by the collar and looked her in the eyes.
"Run child. Run."
Lucien Dechain:
He tackled the girl quite deftly, the truck careening by. If Lucien looked down at the girl, he would notice her eyes, staring into the sky, lifeless. Like she had been dead for days. The truck screeched to a halt, and out of the back of it poured men, dozens in masks, moving for the male with a purpose.
He would notice another masked man, off where the girl had come from, holding up sticks from what seemed to be an old school puppet. He was watching Lucien intently. If Lucien didn't move, they men would pile on him shortly, attempting to pin him.
If he ran, they would soon give chase, shouting to grab him. The houses around were empty and could easily be ducked inside of.
Delilah Black:
The doors closed, and would carry her up to the eighth floor. The doors opened and the hallway seemed clear. If Delilah stepped out, she would hear muffled shouting, crying, as though someone were calling for help. If Delilah chased down the noise, she would find door 731 being the door the sound came from. If Delilah kicked it open, she would see someone tied to a chair.
The girl she had been looking for.
The girls eyes widened, and she called out more eagerly, trying to say things, but her mouth was gagged. Delilah would find nobody else in the room, but if she entered and unbound her, the girl would say three words.
"Its a trap!"
Through the door, gas canisters would be thrown, and noxious green smoke would begin to pour out.
Shugo Yuy:The girl front flipped off the wall and landed roughly, cracking her neck as she slowly stood. She tossed two more canisters to either side of Shugo, and didn't answer his question. She just waited for the man to move, or to succumb to the smoke.
Girls stats:
Strength: 90
Dex: 85
Con: 50
Int: 50
Wis: 70
Cha: 35
Valo Morei:The blonde looked up at Valo and took a deep drag of his cig. He let out the ash without much ado, shrugging.
"Well, i think they call it a body burn. When many have died, you situate them like so and start a fire."
He drew out his lighter and pressed it to the ground. A flame leapt up and started blazing along a thin trail toward the pile, as though gas had been poured there in a line but without the smell. Soon, the bodies took to flame, including the two who had carried them, igniting quickly and with much ado.
"Your Valo, huh?"
Like a question, but as though he ready knew the answer.
"Some big fluff about you. Some people with....long memories. And vengeful ones."
He stood.
"Care to take a walk?"
Amakusa Takehiro:She used a hand to curl her hair over her left ear.
"Really? But... You seem so familiar. Did you teach around here?"
She seemed like a genuine person, without much reason fo suspicion. Her clothes and purse were normal enough, her eyes boring into his, as though unnaturally curious. Behind Amakusa, an older couple walked, hand in hand, ignoring the two of them entirely.
The girl held out her hand.
"I'm kate. I taught history at 259, tranferred from 552. I'm sure I saw you at one of those places... Your kind of hard to forget, size wise."
Her hand was soft, smooth, and tiny compared to his own, but gentle enough and unthreatening.
OOC: I wrote thus 1700 word monstrosity all in one go, just now, from a phone. Spelling and grammar may not be awesome, but try to work with it. If you have questions about meanings or are confused by something because of bad spelling or grammar, let me know and i'll fix it.
