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sirenspull_logs2012-10-09 10:14 pm
madannoshashu) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-10-09 10:14 pm
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o p e n.
Who: Xigbar's Nightmarish Creation, these lovely people, and YOU!
When: Tuesday, October 9th through Thursday, October 25th.
Where: Anywhere the creature finds you.
Summary: Plot info posts - [1] and [2]. If you want to have a random encounter with the monster or be an investigator, please check in on Plot Post #2.
Warnings: Violence, gore, horribleness. Also copious amounts of darkness.
[ The day has finally come.
He raises his head, a stark, hooded figure peering across the slate-gray waters as the sun sinks slowly below the waves. It's an hour before evening sirens, and everything is set. He has his list, as well as the instrument of judgment. Whether or not it succeeds is up for debate, but truly, he cares little for AGI's agenda. Entertainment, curiosity, and keeping himself appropriately positioned are the really driving components behind this little escapade. The old man heightened his understand of the power he now holds, and this is the perfect opportunity to put it to the test.
The call is silent. He doesn't even have to snap his fingers for the monstrous shadow he's created appears at his side. He turns, looks at it, and rests a hand on its muzzle.
The targets appear one-by-one, seared into the mind's eye of the "hound" he's created. The creature softly snarls, and butts its head against Xigbar's palm.
Xigbar merely smiles. ]
Happy hunting.
[ A feral rumble sounds in the twilight, and the Heartless vanishes without a trace. Xigbar stands for a moment, unmoving, before darkness wraps around him and carries him away. ]
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When: Tuesday, October 9th through Thursday, October 25th.
Where: Anywhere the creature finds you.
Summary: Plot info posts - [1] and [2]. If you want to have a random encounter with the monster or be an investigator, please check in on Plot Post #2.
Warnings: Violence, gore, horribleness. Also copious amounts of darkness.
[ The day has finally come.
He raises his head, a stark, hooded figure peering across the slate-gray waters as the sun sinks slowly below the waves. It's an hour before evening sirens, and everything is set. He has his list, as well as the instrument of judgment. Whether or not it succeeds is up for debate, but truly, he cares little for AGI's agenda. Entertainment, curiosity, and keeping himself appropriately positioned are the really driving components behind this little escapade. The old man heightened his understand of the power he now holds, and this is the perfect opportunity to put it to the test.
The call is silent. He doesn't even have to snap his fingers for the monstrous shadow he's created appears at his side. He turns, looks at it, and rests a hand on its muzzle.
The targets appear one-by-one, seared into the mind's eye of the "hound" he's created. The creature softly snarls, and butts its head against Xigbar's palm.
Xigbar merely smiles. ]
Happy hunting.
[ A feral rumble sounds in the twilight, and the Heartless vanishes without a trace. Xigbar stands for a moment, unmoving, before darkness wraps around him and carries him away. ]
god women stop it
But Rorschach had taken to walking around at night, just like back home. Despite the monsters, there were plenty of drug dealers around, and he almost felt like he was back in New York.
Tonight was sector 5. He'd gotten his things from the garbage, and now he was ready to go. The sectors here were so big that it only made sense, like patrolling down by the docks with Nite Owl, all those years ago.
What he didn't expect was to see someone who was not a drug dealer (maybe). A woman (maybe). Walking in the darkness (yes). Not a prostitute (maybe). He carefully keeps to the shadows, following her, unaware that she was watching the shadows while he was watching her from them.]
:E
Tonight, though, it's sniffing about. Hearts don't often fall into its lap which is why it peers ever so intently at the individuals wandering about in the shadows...a snack, perhaps, between targets.
Detaching from a nearby wall, it keeps its distance but shimmies down to take a look. ]