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“Even stone can be worn down with enough rain.”OOC. Please respond to this comment with any roleplays or ooc. messages, thank you.
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( this is so late & i apologize,, ;; )
i. Parted her lips to give off a sigh, making her way through the empty streets only accompanied by the muffled sound of civilians chatting in their homes. Stars dotted the dark backdrop, the sky scarce of clouds. Street lights flickered on as the sun completely set and the warm glow from house windows helped to brighten the city. Velvet had received word of some mysterious masked man that coined the name The Revenant. Some people questioned his motives- whether or not he was doing good or his methods of doing so were malevolent. No one knew much about him and so Velvet had been assigned to locate this man. What she did know was that he appeared in places where there was havoc.
ii. It didn't take long for her to locate him. The city was known to be occupied by criminals. Once she heard something going on a short distance away, she swiftly made her way over and remained hidden. She allowed the The Revenant to deal with the situation and began to silently follow him. Velvet remained hidden in the shadows, waiting for the moment to discover his identity. Once she felt she was in a good position to remove his mask, she approached him from behind and swerved in front of him, an outstretched hand reaching to grasp his mask.
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_United We Stand_
Hope this is alright. Wasn't sure how to set up a starter, heh...
Three months. Why was this so difficult? Honestly, they found Rumlow in two, so what is the big deal with this case? Rumors had begun to spread about some vigilante in the city and Sheild was not exactly excited about this newcomer causing waves. This sort of thing wasn't uncommon, but it did make things difficult. Not only did they have to worry about if this unknown was actually the good hearted samaritan they posed as, but if this person showed up they would have to worry about making sure no harm befell the other while also trying to complete the task at hand. All and all... vigalantes were a pain to deal with, even if they were only trying to do good.
So, here we are, months after the rumors had surfsced, and the Avengers and Shield were no where near finding this stranger. Attempts to reach out were made and met with silence, they'd tapped cameras throughout the city and found nothing, and Shield even went as far as employing ex-military civilians to report anything that might be connected to this shadow. Nothing was found and the Avengers were starting to get sick of this wild goose chase. Being forced to spend all their energy on this was pointless when Hydra was starting to move. They couldn't focuse on something like this when there were bigger and worse things to be worrying about.
After a long day, Steve finally got to his apartment and started to settle in. Of course his mind was still lingering on who this person could be and what they wanted, but, despite all the buzzing, he was managing to relax a little bit. Then he got a call. It was Clint. The archer invited the blonde out to for a drink saying it would be good for steve to hang out and actually socialize. Not being able to argue, the soldier accepted and went out for a few hours. It was nice, but he did say his goodbyes and good nights eventually. Getting back to his apartment he heaved a sigh when he learned he'd locked himself out and couldn't find his keys. Great. Without another thought he worked his way outside again and into the ally beside the building. Eyeing the fire escape he was about to jump up when suddenly he felt something against his back. A voice spoke up, demanding his wallet and phone, and Steve instantly knew what was happening. Shit, this wasn't good. He could try and whip around to take the man by surprise, but if they had a gun he would get shot. "Just take it easy," Steve spoke gently, slowly lifting his hands so the other could see them clearly, "No one has to get hurt, alright?"
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OOC. Honestly this is great! Thank you so much!!
The Revenant was a quiet individual, always kept to himself. It was foolish of this 'Shield' to try and even catch him to begin with. The vigilante grew up in Crown City and spent many years in the metropolis, to say he knew it like the back of his hand would be an understatement. During the nights as the Revenant not an hour would go by where he would spot a camera that he would either slip by or destroy. He appreciated Shield and all that it's done for the world, he couldn't imagine how to counter the events of 'The Incident' had Shield not stopped it. But The Revenant did what he did not to be taken in by some military branch, no, he's already done his time in the military long ago... Let Shield continue to save the world and reap the benefits of it, Church would prefer to stick with being the shadowy protector of his home.
Travelling across the rooftops of Crown City, The Revenant's gaze flickered from street to ally, finding any sort of injustice possibly occurring. Of course, this led to him finding a young, rather large man being mugged. Church's bright red lens narrowed into mere dots, taking note of the muggers gun while they demanded the man for their phone and money. His eyes would then shift to how the thief carried the gun, it was all wrong, they were using both hands to use the pistol and it seemed he was shaking, obviously he was a first timer. Revenant knew he would have to go easy as he jumped down into the alley and vanished in the darkness.
"C'mon m-man!" The mugger squeaked, "Hand em' over!! I'll shoot! I swear!!" It was then a large hand covered in metal grabbed the front of the gun, another grabbed the mugger by his shoulder and threw him against the wall. With shaky breathes the thief looked up, beads of sweat rolled down his temple while his eyes grew wide with fear as he stared at the shadowy vigilante himself; The Unyielding Revenant. His bright red gaze remained on the thief as he now held his gun in one hand before he ripped it into two, the bullets rained onto the ground with a soft series of clangs. A soft hiss of steam erupted from the larger male's mask, causing the thief to flinch.
"LEAVE." The Revenant said in a loud, synthetic voice, "NOW." The mugger quickly scrambled to his feet, weak pants escaping the youth as he sprinted out of the alley in a panic. The vigilante stood there, silently as he left, his back facing Steve, "It's dangerous to be out here out on your own like this..." he told the blonde before turning to face him, the faint red glow of his tinted eyes stared directly into the hero, ""Crown City is a dangerous place, especially at night. Be more careful next time..." And with that the hooded vigilante would take his leave, not expecting a response from what he presumed was a civilian. Little did Church know that Steve was part of the organization trying to hunt him down...
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It is a chilly winter night in the brightly lit metropolis. Echoes of drunken splendor and the ringing of phones travel throughout the main streets. Honking of cars grew louder as they stuck close together like tightly knit ants. All together they created an orchestra that could blow one’s ears out if they had not already pushed the background noise aside. Crowds inevitably grew ten times the normal size during this season. They called it the holiday bug. Once you got infected you would be single jingle bells all the way to the store ready to empty your pockets for every family member that came to mind. This is one that not even the fabled Miss Mend could fix.
Gazing at the developing scene from a distance stands alone a red cloaked feminine figure. Their arms cling tightly against their figure wrinkling the cloth on her person. Gloved palms dig into the sleeves trembling lightly from the sheer cold. She bears a satisfied grin that peeks from the red hood covering her head. To her being able to witness this peace, if one could call the hustle and bustle of inevitable holiday shopping that, is enough convincing to head back for tonight and preserve energy for the following day. After all, there is only one Miss Mend in this world. She knew nobody else could perform the same feats as herself. Pride, unseen by others, is taken because of this. “It seems the hero’s work is done at last, but alas never finished.”
Black boots make a heel turn brushing aside the snow. Long strides are taken when leaving the city scene for a quieter environment. Bright lights rivaling the stars begin to grow dim and scarce while towering buildings shrink to single stories, two every now and then. The noise comes and goes, now being a quick breeze from the past. Now a familiar coziness consumes the cityscape with a picture of suburban life. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Snow crumbles beneath the rubber soles with every nonchalant step forward. Today would have been like any other: perform a heroic duty or two then head back home before midnight in time to get the laundry out in time. However, an unsuspected figure snoozing in trash catches the attention of curious olive eyes.
Miss Mend arrives hastily towards the figure cautious not to get too close. “What do we have here? A co—oh no that chest rises!” Upon close inspection the individual thankfully still breathed. However, his appearance is appalling, more so than the trash he lies upon. Disheveled, torn fabric, he is a preschooler’s art project gone amiss. The time in between each breath is long. Its heaviness leads to suspicion of potential injuries, thus serving enough of a reason to see if he will gain consciousness. Gloved palms gently cup his cheeks. Each finger takes turns prodding away at his visage softly as the female’s voice beckons him to awaken. “Hello? Is anybody there? Wakey wakey.”
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Of all the places to reside Christmas Eve, The Revenant did not expect he would be spending it alongside the garbage inside a trash can. Honestly, he was hoping to enjoy a quiet Christmas all to himself. He even managed to get a little turkey for himself waiting back in his mini fridge at home! But alas, it seemed fate had other plans for him, instead of sitting at home, enjoying his tiny bird, he instead had to go toe to toe to some spiky looking fellow wielding a glowing katana trying to rob a jewelry store. It was pathetic. The masked vigilante managed to take care of him with an easy strike to the temple and left them tied to the nearest streetlight for the police to pick up. It all went smoothly, save for when the lucky bastard managed to stab his shoulder. It wasn't a severe injury, but one that would need to be treated soon, but these plans were dashed when he witnessed a speeding car race through the streets with several police cruisers who could barely keep up with it. A heavy sigh escaped the vampire as he climbed up to the rooftops of Crown City and gave chase. Even on Christmas Eve, it seemed The Revenant's job was never done. Once Church finally stopped the speeding car, apprehended the driver via ripping them out of the vehicle, and interrogated them where he then learned they stole the vehicle by using some sort of device that was somewhat similar to the glowing sword the robber used. It was then the vigilante pondered whether or not the two were connected as he shackled the car thief to a nearby bike rack before climbing up a nearby building to scout the city for any other crimes being committed. Though after patrolling around the city, the tired vampire chose to retire into a nearby trash can, it wasn't an ideal place, but his shoulder ached from the injury he received earlier and he was too tired to return to his room in the dingy inn he usually retired too. Church instead laid within the repugnant garbage to rest...
That was until he felt the soft, gentle touch of a woman cupping his cheeks. Her delicate voice reaching out to the vigilante, which he saw in return as an irritation. A metallic covered hand reached forward and grabbed Clara by her wrist, from the garbage The Revenant rose, the bright red glow from his lens reflecting onto the young woman's visage as a huff of steam erupted from his mask as he drew her closer to him, "WHAT WERE YOU DOING?" He demanded. His voice was loud and distorted, "WERE YOU TRYING TO TAKE OFF MY MASK? ANSWER ME."
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Sharp golden eyes narrowed ever so slightly when the captain of the Dragon's Wrath tried to distinguish the sounds around him. Within mere seconds he had lost his target, right in the middle of an alleyway; a perfect, dark place for a vampire to disappear. Now, only loud talks and lighthearted laughter were filling the air due to the festivities right around the corner. Wherever the vampire might be, Ace was certain that he had not just vanished. If anything he was looking for a new prey within the crowd of people, and he was there to stop him. Not out of benevolence for the ignorant people but rather to take vengeance, to say the least.
His prepared grasp around the hilt of one of his katanas loosened, before his arm rested on them as he made his way to the rowdy event. Admittedly, the view was limited, therefore he chose to rest near a tavern with a small elevation. In the meantime annoyance was grazing his features greatly as he could not locate the vampire, that is until an unmistakable screaming from a woman could be heard, which only led to more screaming from others. A girl covered in blood lay on the cold ground, barely able to breathe anymore which caused the causer of this sight to flee in an instant. This was surely one hell of a dumb move. Ace did not hesitate and shot forward, albeit not so fast at first as the people did not make any room for anyone due to their shocked state. A mere mocking laughter came from the vampire before he vanished once again, right before Ace's eyes. However, he was still able to hear him as well as see his footprints. He took the advantage and made sure to follow him in a rather quiet way now.
Just when the lightly absorbed captain was about to turn a corner he had bumped into someone. One of his katanas had been drawn immediately in order to threaten the other, regardless of whether it was the vampire or not. " Consider yourself lucky you're still alive. " a rather cold and slightly dismissive remark. Nonetheless he withdrew the sword, seeing no need to remove the other yet.
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A pair of soft red eyes watched over the festival, for while the people partied away the night The Revenant stealthily watched over them on the roof tops like the silent guardian he was. It was a rather quiet night in Crown City, no burglaries, no kidnappings, no gang fights. It was a pleasant thought for the vigilante, finally a peaceful time for his home after dealing with one intense night as The Revenant after another. A faint smile found its way on Church's lips as he watched the various citizens enjoy the festival.
It was then a scream erupted throughout the crowds, the masked man's brow furrowed as he stood up. His eyes searched the crowd, trying to see where the suddeln cry came from. More yells of terror caught his attention and Church finally saw it, a young woman covered in blood laid dead on the ground. The vigilante's eyes narrowed as he saw a few policemen surround the body and attempted to maintain the chaos while they tried to figure out what happened. But the shadow of Crown City already suspected what happened, a young man, carrying a sword was fleeing the scene and The Revenant was quick to give chase. Racing across the rooftops, Church followed Ace into an alley where he then witnessed him threaten a passerby with his sword. That was more than enough to convince the masked man that Ace was the murderer, completely unaware of the vampire he was chasing.
The citizen Ace had bumped into on the other hand let out a meek cry, jumping back and raising his arms in fear, "L-look man-" He started between quick nervous breathes, "I d-don't want any trouble!" A sudden hiss of steam from afar then grabbed his attention and the man began to walk back slowly, beads of sweat now rolling down his temple, "Oh.... oh s-shit..." He murmured as bright red eyes of the Revenant drew closer. The masked man would then reach forward and grabbed Ace's shoulder.
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ooc. here's your super late starter!( i. ) This was the problem with Earth. It was so confusing, finding her way around. Kory liked to think she didn't need directions. She could find her way through galaxies. But so many places on Earth were too similar for her to discern. Finally, she settled onto the ground with a sigh and walked over to the man. "Hello?" she asked, tapping him on the shoulder. "I am lost. Do you think you could help me?"
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OOC. Aye thanks!
Sitting atop one of the various buildings of Crown City was a comforting hobby for The Revenant, silently watching over the peaceful streets of the metropolis as it's guardian was what reminded Church why he fought so hard to protect his home. To protect this peace, yet within these few months it seemed a new challenge would arise, stronger than the last, ready to dig it's claws into his city while flinging it alongside it's people into the depths of chaos. Despite wanting to protect his city, the vigilante wondered what would happen if a day were to come if he ever met a threat far greater than him. It was then he the light touch from behind. Startled by the sudden arrival of the other, Church shot up to his feet, putting on his skull mask and was about to withdraw his pistol on a-
A woman? The vigilante stared at the mysterious individual as she inquired him about her whereabouts. The detective on the other hand starred at the other, his gaze looking up and down at her in disbelief and then at their surroundings. There were no entrances that led to the roof of this structure, the only means Church had access to this place was climbing with his enhanced speed and strength. So how did she manage to make her way up here? He gestured to their surroundings, "H-How-" He shook his head, trying to shake off his confusion, "How did you get up here!?"
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megalovania.
hey there ! i just wanted to say that i love your profile and i'd love to roleplay !! :0
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OOC. Aye thanks! Your account is pretty great too! And sure thing! Would love to rp! How should we have these two meet?
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A lot had gone on in this world. Something had happened to Tony and he had become public enemy number one. He sent out an app that had turned almost everyone beautiful, but once the trial ended, they became hideously grotesque. The only way to return to normal was to buy the app for $99.99. An obvious get rich quick scheme. Many have tried to stop his evil tirade, but all who tried had failed. Most of his suits were even destroyed by his own hands, the Extremis disease corrupting his mind so much to the point where all his older models were absolutely obsolete. He even bested his own AI persona.
Now it was getting to that point where people were hiring hit men and assassins to kill him. Most of them never made it close thanks to his mechanical, symbiotic suit which he controlled with Extremis and his will alone. Getting through to him or killing him would prove to be a difficult task. But who knows...anything could happen here. Besides, the man lived alone in his big tower, surely someone could get to him.
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The Revenant never had a prejudice against Stark or what he did, hell he was never that close to any of the avengers or cared about what they did. Of course they saved the world twice and he was thankful for their commitment to protect it. But things were different now with Tony turning evil. No one ever forgot about the Age of Ultron, though while brief did bring a vast amount of terror to many across the globe. This whole 'app that turned people ugly' held little concern to him, though he knew the now infamous billionaire was using that money for something. But for who or what, he would find out himself by sneaking into Stark Tower. It was easy for him to sneak in through the air vents, passing by the intense machinery that protected Stark as he worked in his little laboratory. The Revenant knew that Stark had to die, the other heroes were too soft hearted, too weak to commit the act, but Church, Church knew if left alive in this state Tony could create the next Ultron, the next big weapon that could destroy the world, or something far more sinister. He had to be stopped and if it meant killing Iron Man, The Revenant would do it.
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uncomfortably numb. i'm not sure what to do for a starter, so i'm just gonna have sayoko get mugged or something and alex shows up to save her uwuit was late enough for the city to be dangerous, but not so late that most criminals were sleeping. she was walking home from a bar, stuffing her mitten-covered hands into her jacket's pockets. she was quite happy with herself. her day had been going well and she planned on going home, having a quick snack, then going to bed. unfortunately, that plan was ruined when she was dragged into an alley with a squeak. she let out a screech for help but her mouth was covered with a dirty bandana that was crammed into her mouth by several muggers who began patting her down, looking for any valuables.
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While searching the young woman, the small band of thugs talked among themselves, voicing their disappointment in the woman's lack of valuables, they then pondered what to do with her now. It was then a sharp hiss erupted from the shadows. All eyes turned to the large approaching figure who donned a hood and a skull mask with bright red eyes. The alleyway fell silent. No one said a word as the hooded individual turned to the young woman who was gagged and being held by one of the muggers. His gaze then returned to the group, his eyes narrowed into mere red dots, "BIG MISTAKE." his voice boomed in a loud, intimidating synthetic voice. Before a single word could be uttered by one of the muggers, The Revenant shot forward, grabbing one of the thief's by his jaw. With all his strength the vigilante lifted up the mugger and slammed him face first into the ground.
"SHIT!" One of the muggers cried out as he withdrew his gun, firing away at The Revenant. With lightning fast reflexes the masked man jumped forward with a roll, dodging the shot with ease while another mugger charged at him, knife in hand ready to strike. He swiftly caught the other's wrist as they brought the blade down onto the masked male and in return delivered a fast powerful punch to his side. It was then the thief wielding a gun shot his leg, pain shot through The Revenant's body as the bullet lodged itself deep into his leg. A synthetic roar escaped the male as he charged towards the mugger, who in return panicked and shot another round that grazed his shoulder before receiving an uppercut to the jaw that sent him flying back. With the remaining thugs dispatched all that was left was the one holding Sayoko. The artist could feel the thug shudder upon having the hooded man turn his gaze to them.
"SO, WHAT WILL IT BE?" He asked as he drew towards the two, "WILL YOU LET HER GO? OR..." The Revenant gestured to the other unconscious men, "...DO YOU WISH TO JOIN YOUR FRIENDS?" Without hesitation the mugger let go of Sayoko, apologizing to the woman before dashing off. A synthetic sigh escaped the masked man as he ran a hand over his shoulder before finally laying his eye's on the artist. The Revenant looked up and down, examining the woman before limping up to her. He clicked a button on the side of his mask that killed the bright red lights on his lenses, "Are you okay?" He queried in a normal, non-synthetic voice.
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sayoko nearly collapsed when she was let go of, her legs wobbling a little bit as she struggled to stand up. she was in shock, her heart rate slowly lowered as her breaths became slower as she calmed down, "神聖なたわごと..." she mumbled to herself before looking up at the other, "huh? oh...y-yeah...i'm fine... wh-who are you?" she asked, praying that the other wasn't gonna hurt her.
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"That's not important." The vigilante told the young woman as he trekked up to her, a low huff escaped the masked man due to the sharp pain erupting from his leg with every step. He'd have to treat it as soon as he got home. But for now he wanted to be sure Sayoko was alright, though he never revealed his face to her. Church knew how terrifying his mask was. The last thing he desired was to further terrify this already scared citizen. He then presented her with a large metal gloved hand, offering to help the woman up to her feet as his gaze remained on the streets, "You should be more careful..." he added, "Crown City is a dangerous place, especially at night..."
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Mary Mary, Bloody Mary.
Although i do see these two getting along later, Maria would still say to him a few times, "Hippity Hoppity, get off my property." lmao
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OOC. Wow, fucking rood. Even after he got her out of that prison cell :U
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(( she'd say it just to be sarcastic XD he'd be one of the few vampires she wouldn't hate
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OOC. Lol, he's gotta earn that trust though
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Evil Laugh.
Hope this is alright! Still working on getting the hang of Alucard!
So it seemed the vampire awoke with eyes of burning fire. The golden red glow, the male clearing his throat as he rose from the chair of his room, red long coat hanging low. Raven black hair hung in loose tangles around his shoulders, as he moved out, drifting through walls despite the protest of their butler. Integra had given orders to stay indoors but that was not possible.
"Police girl!"
She often went wherever he did, though sometimes she took her own charge. The blonde never responded to the voice of her sire so with a loaded gun and a smug appeal, he abandoned the building with style.
His walk was easy, slow, often firing smart remarks with fire at anyone who gave him cheek. The vampire kept with what he loved to report as an "enthusiastic walk", lips never downing with a smirk.
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OOC. Ah thanks! And dw this is a great starter!
[1999 - Hellsing Headquarters]
"So Alexander Church..." the guard murmured as he looked over the detective's ID, "You're a long ways from here aren't you?" He asked. Church flashed the guard a dead pan expression, not really appreciating the obvious comment. Yes, he was a long ways away from Crown City and being so distant from his home left him a bit on edge. However, what brought him across the sea to London was when he caught word of the Hellsing Organizations specifically one of it's more controversial member; Alucard, The Crimson Fucker. Mentally hearing the name made the detective roll his eyes, what a absurd title. Almost as ludicrous as the name of the woman who ran the organization. But alas he had to vanish such thoughts, last thing he wanted was to anger either of them. He came to Hellsing to meet The Crimson Fucker and see for himself if the rumors were true, if Alucard was truly a vampire or perhaps something far more sinister. Once everything was checked out with the guard he opened the gate for Church, "May God and her majesty be with you!" he told the male as he strolled towards the mansion.
Church responded with a wave as he approached the structure, sizing it up as he drew ever closer to it. He pondered over how he should introduce himself to Sir Integra, she seemed like a hardened woman. One he should be with blunt and honest with. No need to beat around the bush, if he wanted to meet Alucard he would have to be smart and persuasive. It was then, upon nearing the doors of the Hellsing Mansion did the Crimson Fucker appear before him. Church stared at the other, bewildered and speechless.
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( i. ) Sometimes, drinking until you couldn't see straight perhaps wasn't the brightest idea. Either way, Constantine indulged in that consistently and repeatedly. The alcoholic's issue, he'd call it- not like anyone would want to listen, anyway. Nope, people only wanted him around when demons were haunting their homes or when they were convinced they wanted godlike powers from hell. Whatever. He drank, solved some mysteries, danced with demons. At the end of the day, he deserved some time to himself. Of course, it would be so much better if he wasn't always waking up somewhere random. "Fuck me," he groaned, slowly pulling himself off the ground. He shook his head- oh, fuck, huge mistake, abort!- before glancing at the person beside him. "Nothing to see here, mate," he muttered. "Happen to know where we are?"
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[Present Day - Crown City]
It had been a long excruciating day for Church. Between the plethora of cases he was solving, to the various criminals he had dealt with, and to the long painful distances he had to run? The detective wanted nothing more than to find a soft bed to jump into, burying his face into the soft comforting plush without a care in the world. It was then Church noticed the neon sign of a bar lighting up in the distance. His eye's narrowed onto the sign and a content sigh escaped the male as he turned towards the structure. It wasn't a soft comfy bed but grabbing a cold drink would have to do for now. Upon approaching the bar the man noticed a sad drunk soul laying face first on the pavement. The detective cocked a brow, walking up to the man, wondering what could happen to someone to leave them in such a miserable state. He caught a whiff of the strong, nearly dominating stench of booze and had to recoil in disgust. His eyes flickered to his watch, it was only six P.M. The man didn't know whether to be baffled or impressed by the stranger's feat.
When the drunk awoke from his drunken slumber asking about his whereabouts Church took the individuals hand, "Yeah, you're in Narnia." He said with a playful smirk appearing on his features. Damn, what was the Jesus' lion's name again? Ah to hell with it. The man already seemed to have a rough day. He didn't need to go around making it rougher. He helped the individual up to his feet, "You okay? Bit surprised you can stand right now."
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Wolf mother, where you been.
*squints @ *
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Man your oc is pretty cool! Nice face claim too-
Maybe our characters could meet?))
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OOC. Hello! And thank you so much! Yes! I would love to rp with you, the vampire and the werewolf! Can one really name an even cooler encounter? How should we have our OC's meet?
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I find it even more ironic that they’re both from the 1920s! C:
Hmm I’m thinking they could meet through something odd is going on in the town- unusual murders that kind of thing and it eventually leads back to Amicus but the murders aren’t meant to be on purpose- it’s just his wolf form but still has to be dealt with
So like he could be interviewed as a suspect or something
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OOC. Great idea! Would you like me to start I presume?
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I could start the rp if you want to write it go ahead
I prefer LIT
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OOC. I'm more than happy to start!
[1927 - Some Port in London]
Church could still feel his ears ringing from the ship's blaring horns while he stormed off the miserable vessel, bags in hands. Once passing through the security, ensuring he held nothing dangerous in his belongings, the perturbed detective made his way to the streets of London to catch a taxicab. Though upon entering the city he immediately picked up on the peaceful atmosphere, there were so many happy citizens, not a single poor soul asking for a handout. It surprised the man, clearly the war didn't have as big as effect here than it did back home. After finally catching a taxicab a sigh of relief escaped Church as he told the driver where he wanted to go and laid back to enjoy the soothing ride.
It was only after the first hour while crossing Westminster bridge did the driver break the silence, "So chap, what brings ya to old London?" they queried. Church turned to them and in return the driver flashed them a cheerful smile. It was going to be a long tedious trip and it seemed far better to indulge in the driver's conversation than have a long, awkward silence hang between them the entire ride. The detective reached into his coat , withdrawing a cigarette pack and a lighter. His eyes flickered to the driver.
"Mind if I have a smoke?"
"Only if you keep the window open."
"Thanks," Church rolled down the window as instructed, lit up his cigarette, and took a puff before continuing, "I'm on a case, looking for a missing son who supposedly never came back from his trip. It's been two month's and his mother is worried sick." A sigh escaped the male as he rubbed his temple, "Luckily she was willing to pay for my travel expenses or else I couldn't even afford the trip." He added, "Really goes to show how lucky you are when you're the son of a politician. Anyways, my searching led to some small village outside of London. That's supposedly where he had his last call with his mother." Though as he took note of the driver visage's growing ever paler, "Is something wrong?"
"Well lad, it's just that..." The driver sighed, "You're not going to believe me, but... there's rumors going around. That many believe there's a monster running around these parts of England." Church narrowed his eyes, almost leaning in closer to listen, "I had a friend, see? Said he knew a guy who knew a guy who witnessed it himself. Said it was near nine feet tall, had long sharp claws, and scratched up his car." The driver sighed, "He tried reporting it, but the cops? Thought he was driving drunk. I mean-" They shrugged, "It didn't help they did catch him driving drunk."
"A monster..." Church repeated. The man narrowed his eyes as he fell back on his seat, it seemed like he was practically connecting the dots, if this was real, and the politician's son had been missing for so long? No, he couldn't jump to that conclusion, not yet, "Can you tell me more about this monster?"
Hours passed as the driver regaled Church with various rumors and stories regarding the mysterious creature, some he took note of, like how the monster only arrived at night and howled, others... like it shooting lasers from it's eyes? Not so much. It was then Church realized they had reached his destination, he thanked the driver for the ride and the stories, paid him handsomely for his services and gave him a nice fat tip before grabbing his luggage and stepping out. The detective's eyes flickered to the half moon above him in the starry sky. It was quite a beautiful sight, so much so that upon returning his gaze to the earth he accidentally bumped into a rather scrawny fellow with an odd scar on the bridge of his nose.
"Ah my apologies sir," He said, "Are you alright?"
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((Ahhh this starter make me a happy potato! <3 such a good read-
You're a good writer!
religion mentioned within rp is only what amicus believes- i hope i don't offend you ^^ ))
It was proving to be a difficult time for Amicus. An extremely difficult time. He was only just beginning to learn to cope with the idea he most likely wouldn't get to see his family or home again. The man couldn't allow himself to do so. It would only throw them into harms way... Amicus was a monster. That much he understood. Whether it was fate or a cruel devils trick to have a beast much worse than he turn him into what he had become was a thought he had given up trying to understand. What had happened that night was permanent. There was no hope for a cure.
Unless it meant a silver bullet to the heart - or to even be especially sure, a blessed one on top of that. But like any mortal Amicus feared the embrace of death. He feared the pain and crushing darkness that he knew would await him- and the idea that he might be turned away from heaven due to the lives his inner demon had devoured in such ravenous greed and blood lust. Yet the knowledge of him chasing down innocents, men- women, children alike.. his beast devouring them or just dismembering their carcasses in a wild rage for no particular reason was enough to make him fear being around people and even sometimes thinking that death would be the best course of action. After all what purpose did his continued existence serve?
There was no cure for lycanthropy and he couldn't truly expect to live a normal life among humans. Why did he bother going on? Why did he so desperately cling to this idea that maybe.. just maybe he could make this work? Amicus knew better...
After he had fled his master's home, leaving but a note of a sad farewell and a will for his family he left his comfortable life of stable work and comfort of socializing with those he loved, traveling to the country side near London. Yes he returned to the city once or twice, though laying low, but only for supplies and when he was sure the moon wasn't close to even being full.
At the current moment Amicus was walking along a soft pebbled road, just outside of the city limits. It was where the more hospitable motels and inns were located; not to mention more fair priced ones. He was planning on going to one of these inns and do a little trade with the innkeeper. She always gave him a few small provisions in return for small trinkets he would find on his wanders in the countryside, even furs. Amicus was a little old fashioned in that sense- his family was that way as well. His master- or boss as it were- preferred the more rustic lifestyle than the oncoming generation of cars and motorized transportation. And so his mansion and lifestyle was more 'traditional'.
Amicus was mainly just staring at his feet as he walked, his heightened senses keeping watch over him as he let himself sink into these deep thoughts. Despite this however his ears picked up on the sound of crunching pebbles too late and he ended up bumping into a complete stranger. "Oof-" He blinked having been snapped out of his thoughts as he looked at the man in slight worry. Oh dear.
"No no my apologies- I wasn't paying attention- my this is embarrassing erm..." He bit his lip as he seemed to fret for a split second before replying. "I'm fine. A-are you? You are carrying quite a lot and I might have knocked something out of your hands. I can help you carry your luggage- a-are you heading to that inn over there?" Amicus nodded towards the cozy looking inn on the side of the road. It was only a couple yards away.
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OOC. Don't worry, you're good!
[1927 - London Outskirts]
The detective cocked a brow, his eyes looked up and down at the individual, sizing him up. Upon commenting on his bags Church's gaze drifted to the two massive travelling cases he carried in each hand. Both were actually far heavier than the anxious man presumed. In fact, if not for his enhanced strength from his vampirism he had little to no doubt it would be near impossible to carry the luggage he was hefting around. To give the young man one of his cases would be to practically leave him stuck struggling to lift one of the bags. An embarrassing situation he wouldn't want to leave anyone to, especially a stranger he just met.
"I appreciate the gesture, but it's not needed." he reassured Amicus with a chuckle. Church's eyes then flickered to the structure in the distance he mentioned, it was a tiny inn with a homey and welcoming appearance. Though from further inspection, he could see a rather viscous claw mark running against the stone. His eyes narrowed as he recalled the taxicab driver's words, how the mysterious beast had managed to ruin a car with a simple slash of it's claws. Even if the politician's son avoided encountering the monster, the detective knew this was a situation he couldn't ignore. Church turned his attention to Amicus, "Considering it." He told the youth, "Would you excuse me for a second?" the detective approached the damaged wall. He gently brushed a gloved hand against the claw marks, the slash cut deeply into the wall. Clearly the monster was powerful, ripping into this structure seemed to be no easy feat. But what was this? Church leaned in and found a tuft of pitch black fur hidden between the cracks of stone. The man pinched the fluff out of the wall and began to inspect it.
"Oi!" A lovely looking young woman with fiery red hair approaching Amicus hissed, she then gestured to the detective, "What's that odd bloke doing?" she asked with a frown. Though before the youth could respond she noticed Church touching the claw marks, "HEY!" She hollered, storming pass Amicus and up to the detective, " "The hell you think you're doing to my mom's inn ya creep!" The male turned to the redhead, a brow raised, "Yeah! I'm talking to you!" She snarled, placing her hands on her hips with an irritated glare, "Who even are you?”
“You can call me Church.” The man said, he pointed at the damage, “I'm investigating. It was the creature that did this, right?” He stepped towards the redhead, "Would you happen to know anything about the events that unfolded here?"
"Why should I tell you anything?" She asked in a aggressive tone.
"Because there's a supposed creature running about these parts of London and I believe if it isn't dealt with soon it could eventually make it's way to the city and that could lead to god knows how many deaths." Church elaborated, "Your mother runs this inn yes? I imagine the beast being around here couldn't be good for her business."
The girl frowned, her gaze flickered to the earth below, "You intend to catch the beast?" She asked.
"That and hopefully end it's reign of terror."
She sighed, "I run the inn alongside my mother, a few nights ago I heard howling. I tried to see where it was coming from and I looked out my window... and... and saw it." The girl folded her arms, "It was a hideous thing, black patchy fur, bright eyes, and that horrible howl..." She shuddered, "For a moment... I thought it saw me... I don't know why.. but it approached our inn and struck it. The slash caused the whole building to shake." She looked up to him.
Church rubbed his chin, "Odd. And you haven't alerted the authorities?"
"Didn't believe me or my mother. Said I was possibly seeing things and that we did the damage ourselves."
Church frowned, his eyes then flickered to Amicus, "Would you happen to know anything revolving around this monster?" If the detective wanted to learn more about the beast he had to collect any information he could find. The young inn keeper already provided him with a few interesting details, perhaps the young man before him knew something. Maybe he had a chance encounter with the creature as well? At least something that could put him on the right path to find this creature and reprimand it before something worse occurred. It seemed the politician's missing son would have to wait for now.
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When the stranger declined his offer he made no argument. After all there was such a thing as being too friendly.
"As you wish sir-" When Church suddenly went to investigate the claw mark to the building Amicus nodded as he followed him a small ways but didn't come much closer to the actual site of the mark. He was careful to hide his guilt.. Years of hiding what he really was has served him well. It was easier now to hide what he was thinking. To an extent at least.
Amicus had no idea what his beast had done here- why it slashed the building so. He didn't even know it was capable of damage that extensive. Was his form getting worse? The idea of such a notion frightened him. What the wolf had been doing was scoping the inn out and claiming it as his own. That was what the marking was for. Staking out territory is what the beast had been doing for the past months, and devouring those that got in his way. Or just when he was hungry.
Amicus nearly jumped out of his skin when the innkeepers daughter came outside and questioned him only to dismiss him and directly 'attack' the gentleman he had just spoken to. She always had a fiery spirit.
He discreetly listened to their conversation as he wandered to the doorway of the inn, shifting the small pack on his side.
Wait.. this man- this Church fellow was looking for the wolf. For him. This becoming dangerous. Amicus felt his eyes flicker as he continued too listen, the girls experience in seeing him hurting him. She must have been horrified.. Amicus was grateful that his beast didn't seem to notice her.
Amicus had his fill of the conversation and was about to open the door when Church stopped him, asking if he knew anything. For a moment he felt as if his heart had leapt into his throat.
Say something you fool! His mind screamed as he stuttered. "T-the beast sir? I...I don't know much...only the common knowledge..sir.." His eyes flicked to the side as he hesitated. "..I don't see much I'm afraid. It's unlikely that I could be of help to you...my apologies....b-best of luck finding the beast sir." Amicus quickly made his exit, entering the small building as he heard the innkeeper make a comment to Church.
Something along the lines of him being a regular though awfully shy and kept to himself. Amicus walked up to the counter and left his usual payment ere; three rabbit furs and a few necklaces. He then picked up the usual key he was given and went upstairs into his usual room, where his usual meal was always kept when the innkeeper knew he would be visiting. He was the regular for this inn and most of the time he was welcomed with open arms.
Amicus shut his room door behind him, letting out a shaky sigh as he picked up the bowl of soup that was still warm. Trying to put the worried thoughts out of his mind he began to drink it, the taste of rabbit and broth warming his throat and belly. Soon the hunger would be gone...
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[1927 - London Outskirts]
The two watched as the anxious figure hastily retreated into the structure. Church raised a brow, slightly baffled by Amicus's sudden uneasiness when questioned. It was odd at best and suspicious at worst. What did he have to be so wary about? The detective folded his arms, pondering what to make of the sudden reaction. Church then turned to the red headed lass, who in return responded with a shrug. Church considered with her being the innkeeper's daughter perhaps she had a few encounter with this Amicus? Wouldn't hurt to ask about the young nervous individual.
He withdrew a cigarette and a lighter from his coat, "Can you tell me about that man?" He inquired while lighting up the cigarette, taking a puff from the nasty thing as he awaited the girl's response.
It was time for the lass to raise a brow this time, "Amicus?" She started, "He's alright, actually arrived at our inn a few nights ago." The lass explained, "He's a shy individual, doesn't talk much, usually keeps to himself. But he seems like a nice man..." Just the thought of mentioning brought a faint smile onto her lips. It was then she turned her attention to Church, her eyes narrowing, "Do you suspect him?" The redhead asked. Church blew another puff of smoke.
"I'm wary." He told her. His gaze turned to the setting sun, painting the sky a light orange, it was a beautiful sight. However, it was a sign it was getting late and he'd have to find a place soon. What other place than the building available in front of him? It would make for the perfect stakeout, especially if the beast was recently reported here. Church thanked the girl for her time before heading into the structure. Though he stopped at the door before entering, turned to the read head, and asked, "Right, I never got your name."
The girl smiled, "Olivia."
Church smiled back, "Thank you Olivia. Will be seeing you later." The detective entered the inn, bought a room with the remaining cash the politician provided for the trip, and retired into said room. Once inside he opened one of his suitcases. Inside laid dual revolvers, a sigh escaped the male as he loaded a round in each ratchet before snapping it shut. It was then his gaze flickered to a steel mask lying on top of his pile of clothes. Church picked up the mask, examining it, taking ever little detail of the disguise. The man turned to the window, with the peaks of the sun beginning to disappear and the stars beginning to appear the detective knew it was only a matter of time for it to be night and with it the beast.
As the moon waned in the dark blue star lit night Church had finished slipping into his alternative attire. Black coat, pants, gloves, hood, and finally... The detective slipped on his steel mask, after adjusting the straps he slipped out via the window, into the darkness. It was time for Church, no, The Unyielding Revenant to find this monstrosity hiding within these plains and end it's reign of terror.
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By the time Amicus had finished his meal the sun had begun to set, making him restless. He knew he would have to go out again. Just in case. The moon.. there was something wrong with it as of late. Or there was something wrong with him. Full moon or not the beast seemed to get agitated with more ease or just.. force it's way out in the middle of the night. He dare not stay within the confines of this building. The near by forest however.. Amicus ran his fingers through his hair, taking in a sharp breath.
He knew what he would have to do. Abandoning the warm normalcy and comfort of the inn Amicus slowly climbed out his own window, dropping to the cool grass below. His silver eyes scanned the area, finding no one to suspect. His mind then went back to the detective, Mr. Church. He could tell what the man had thought.. the look on his face at Amicus's response. He needed to tread lightly. He looked at the forest tree line that was near the inn, a good portion of field between it and him. It wouldn't take too long to get there if he walked quickly, ran at best.
The english man quietly made his way through the thick field of grass, nearly tripping a few times over hidden branches and rocks. How the beast navigated this plain better than he he'd have no idea. but then again weren't beasts more graceful than men? Almost there.. Amicus trudged on until he reached the tree line, his legs slightly achy from the grass having tugged in resistance to his charging forward in the field. He looked back at the inn, the soft lights glittering in the distance. "..it's for the best.. for their safety..and yours." He muttered to himself, turning away as he slipped into the trees.
Subconsciously Amicus understood his actions, though he tried to paint them noble, were anything but. They were selfish and cowardly. But could you blame him? Amicus was a afraid to die a natural fear for any being. The man quietly walked through the forest, listening carefully to the crickets and owl that hooted once or twice. This would be his only company while here until he transformed, if he did. Then he would truly be utterly alone... Amicus looked up a few times at the night sky through the tree branches. He had a hard time seeing the moon but he could tell it wasn't at it's peak yet. He still had time.
Amicus pushed on, stepping over branches and other natural structures until he stopped- hearing the sounds of a struggle. Frowning in concern he slowed his movements as he turned and rounded a tree. What he saw made his heart sink. It was a deer, it's leg stuck in a silver noose trap. It was meant for his beast.. some of the local hunters had been trying to put a stop to his reign of terror but the beast either knew of the danger or was just lucky to have never run into a trap. Biting his lip he slowly approached, the deer looking at him with wide eyes.
"..I'm sorry my friend.. it's my fault that you're stuck in that.. it's meant for me." The deer shifted nervously where it stood, hobbling on three legs. Amicus inspected the wiring. It hadn't cut too much into the deers skin but if it kept struggling like it just was..
"Hold on then.. this is going to hurt me a lot more than it hurts you." Gritting his teeth Amicus grabbed a hold of the stake that held the wire in place, the silver within the metal thing burning his hands. He did his best not to cry out as he pulled it up, quickly pulling the wiring off of the animals legs. "GHNN-" He quickly threw the silver thing to the side, trembling as he looked down at the nasty burns that had formed on his hands. The man then looked up at the deer as it began to hobble off, sighing. "I hope it was worth it.. stay safe friend." He called out as if expecting a response. Shaking his head he slowly stood, wincing as his hands ached.
"Who are you kidding Amicus? Even the animals are taking the fall for your sorry hide.." He muttered to himself as he began to look around, disheartened from what he had found.
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[1927 - London]
It was then from the undergrowth a yell erupted, a bald man in hunter gear carrying a shotgun stormed up to Amicus, completely unaware of his burned hands from touching the silver. He seemed pretty old maybe in his fifties or early sixties, though if there was anything rather frightening about the man, besides the dangerous weapon he was swinging around, it was the scar on his visage. It was an ugly thing, running from his forehead to the bottom of his chin, and whatever manner of beast he had encountered to receive such an injury also managed to take out his eye as well; leaving him slightly deformed. Another alarming note one could detect was the strong smell of alcohol surrounding the fellow. It seemed the poor Englishman had found himself in a rather dangerous situation, one the drunk gunman didn't show any sign of letting him escape from as he continued his angry, drunk, rambling.
"The fucks your prublem aye mate?" He snapped, "Do you have any fuckin idea what you just did? Well do ya? Do ya!?" He delivered a swift hit to Amicus's stomach with the back of his gun, "I'm out here trying to find the fuckin- Frackin- Fuck!! beast!! That deer was supposed to be me bait! And you fuckin came along and fuckin!" He then struck the youth on the head, "RELEASED IT!! Stupid fuckin bleeding hearted prick! That beast took me eye! I want my bait back! Stupid boy! You should mind your own fuckin business you stupid fuckin business!" He raised another fist, ready to hit the young man on the head again, "YOU STUPID! FUCKIN-" A hand caught his fist and a swift punch knocked the hunter on his back. A figure in black wearing a mask stood before Amicus, he turned a look of concern could be seen behind his mask as he helped the youth to his feet.
"Hey, are you okay? You shouldn't be out here..." He told Amicus, it was very suspicious why he was out here around these hours, but at the moment, the only thing concerning Church was getting him far away from this rather dangerous hunter. It was then he felt his shotgun pressing against his back did an angry sigh escape The Revenant. Within a millisecond he grabbed the nose of the shotgun, pushing it up into the sky, the ear splitting eruption of the shotgun went off, leaving nothing but a terrible ringing sound in Church's ears. A low hiss escaped the detective, he turned to the Englishman, "GO." the masked vigilante told him before ripping the gun from the drunk and slamming his chest with weapon, "GO NOW!" he told Amicus before turning his attention back to the old man, "You've got one hell of a nerve to be picking a fight with me." a low growl escaped Church as the drunk withdrew a combat knife from his belt.
"I didn't go through four fuckin long years of war just to be beaten by some fuckin animal!" He yelled before lunging towards The Revenant. The masked vigilante grabbed his arm wielding the knife, giving it a severe painful twist, a painful wail erupted from the old man before Church slammed him onto the earth. A growl escaped the man as he twisted it harder.
"Keep fighting, and you lose your arm. Got it?" Church snapped.
A weak whimper escaped the old man, promising the detective he would stop.
The vigilante sighed as he let go of the drunk, rising up from the ground, he dusted off his coat as the old man slowly stood up, "Go home," He told the man, "I understand you want revenge, a lot of people do. But what you did was indefensible. If I ever find you in these woods again, repeating ANYTHING like what you did tonight? I'll leave you bruised and broken in front of the nearest police station. Now, you won't be coming back here, correct?" The drunk gave a shaky nod as he collected his shotgun and scrambled off into the darkness. An irritated huff escaped the man as he leaned against the nearest tree. It had been a while since he had been a scuffle, perhaps the trip to London left him more rusty than he imagined. Church then wondered where Amicus wandered off to during the fight, his eyes noticed the droplets of blood on the earth, "Crap..." he murmured. That stupid drunk did leave quiet a number on him. The detective hoped the young man was okay as he raced after the blood trail into the darkness as the moon above him began to shine brightly in the dark indigo sky...
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"!?" Amicus's eyes widened in shock as the crazed drunkard slipped out from the trees, screaming and cursing him. Everything began to happen so fast- he couldn't process what the angry man was shouting about. All his body seemed to register was being beaten down with the shotgun. The stomach.. the head. Again. Again. And Again.
He felt himself grow dizzy as another hit was prepared to fall on him until a masked man stopped the hunter from doing anymore. Who was he- wait..
that scent.
That scent was.. oddly familiar. Amicus weakly began to force himself to his feet as the Vigilante screamed at him to go- to run. Forgetting what his previous question on why the scent was so familiar the youth did indeed run, fleeing into the underbrush as fast as his legs could carry him. Which was faster than a normal human could manage..
He kept blinking, feeling blood run over his brow and eye. The hunter must have cracked his head with the gun too hard.. but it wouldn't kill him. Amicus's hands ached worse from the burns. It would take time to heal. The twenty seven year old ran and ran, branches hard and soft slapping against his form- gripping at his clothing and rubbing dirt on him as he went.
But soon enough he felt he was far enough away came to slow steady jog before a complete stop, panting heavily as he leaned against an oak tree for support. Licking his lips he looked back, straining his hears for any sounds.
Nothing but the wind... Taking in a huge breath Amicus turned himself forward again to catch his bearing. This left his eyes wandering up towards the sky where he felt terror strike his heart. It.. it was a full moon. Again.
It was too soon. It was only a crescent moon a few hours ago- what manner of dark magic was this? Was he being punished? When would the personal suffering end? When would the beasts terrorizing of the locals end? Amicus bit his lip as tears welled up in his eyes. The moon may not be at it's peak yet but within due time it would be and he would kill again.
Quiet shaking sobs left the man as he covered his face, feeling his legs beginning to buckle from his despair. He remained this way for a few minutes before his sobs began to turn into hiccups. "d-damn it- why.. it isn't fair.. it isn't..gnnn..." He looked around with watery eyes. Amicus needed to get inside- attempt to keep himself contained.
He stood a little straighter when he spotted what looked to be an opening to a cave. Rubbing his face and sniffling he walked over to the natural shelter, taking in the scent. No unusual scents inside. Without questioning himself the tormented man slipped inside, a drop of blood landing on the entrance.
Once inside Amicus walked as far back as he could which wasn't too far back.. maybe 10 or 15 yards in, and sat down against the wall, hugging his knees. He sat there in cold silence, gently rocking himself. Amicus longed for human comfort- for someone to tell him it was going to be okay but he lost that privilege long ago. His mind began to wander back to the stranger that saved him from the drunk hunter. Why did he save him? More importantly what was he doing out here?
Amicus stewed in his thoughts till his ear twitched to the sound of pebbles and dirt being moved near the entrance. Footsteps?
"...who's there?"
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[1927 - London Outskirts]
After taking a long good whiff of the young Englishman's blood Church was quick to follow after the trail through the timberland. Though as he drew closer and closer the detective's worry began to grow upon noticing the various blood stains on the dirt, the trees, the plants, and how each one seemed to be of an worsening degree as persisted through the darkness. He cursed himself for not arriving sooner when the youth was being repeatedly assaulted by the violent drunk. Such a traumatic experience likely left poor Amicus in terror, feeling hopeless to the wrath of the hunter as he unleashed all of his animalistic rage onto him. It was then a thought struck the detective, causing him to slow his stride to a stop as he pondered over the idea; Why was Amicus out here to begin with? His eyes turned to the night sky to see the full moon shining down on him. Church's eyes widened upon the realization.
"I had a friend, see? Said he knew a guy who knew a guy who witnessed it himself. Said it was near nine feet tall, had long sharp claws..."
"It was a hideous thing, black patchy fur, bright eyes, and that horrible howl..."
"..I don't see much I'm afraid. It's unlikely that I could be of help to you...my apologies....b-best of luck finding the beast sir." The memories ran through the detective's mind as he stared straight into the full moon. Such a beast, he had read about back when he was child. He thought such a creature was a thing of fiction, yet he thought the same thing of vampires, demons, and other such things. His gaze fell upon the blood trail he was following. If his hypothesis held truth then Church knew if he continued forward that Amicus would indeed attack him. Yet, abandoning the boy in such a terrible state, he couldn't do it. The detective, with a heavy sigh, trekked forward towards wherever the young Englishman had disappeared to.
Upon approaching the entrance to the cave, Church stopped at the front of the mouth. His dark brown eyes flickered to the full moon that seemed to be shining ever so brightly before returning to the dark abyss before him. He took a step forward, accidentally knocking some pebbles with his foot. Which of course alarmed the youth inside of his presence. The detective stopped when Amicus called out to him. With a deep breathe the male stepped forward again. Church knew he would have to approach the other with caution, if Amicus was indeed the monstrosity terrorizing the outer districts of London he knew he would be at a disadvantage if he were to turn now in such a enclosed space. Instead, he tried to ease the youth into a sense of safety by calling out to him in a gentle tone while enter the darkness;
"It's me Amicus, Church. Remember? I was the american man with heavy briefcases from before." He silently prayed the youth would be happy to hear from him, "Are you alright? I followed the blood stains, should we get you to a hospital?" No response. Church gulped as he wandered through the darkness, "Amicus?" The detective repeated. The Englishman's lack of a response left the man uneasy as he reached into his coat to withdrawal one of his revolver's, "Amicus... if you're still with me... please answer..."
"It's another full moon..." Olivia murmured with a frown as she stared out the window.
"I know dear." The red head's mother placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, "Don't you worry there. We've bolted down the doors and windows. I'm sure that nasty beast decided to take itself elsewhere." Despite trying to reassure her daughter Olivia could still detect the faint doubt in her voice. However, she simply turned to her mother and nodded. Perhaps there was the slight chance the monster had left. Maybe, just maybe- she then heard that howl, that terrible, spine chilling howl. A cold sweat rolled off Olivia's temple as she back away from the window her mother could see the terror in her eyes as they welled up with tears.
"No..." She whispered through quivering lips, "Not again..."
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"It's me Amicus, Church. Remember?"
Amicus's heart froze. No. What was Church doing here? That man shouldn't be out here on this night. Despite the horrible idea that Amicus might accidentally harm the American he was indeed happy to hear something familiar. They may have had only one encounter but Amicus could recognize his voice; Church had one of those voices that was kind.. calm.. soothing even. It was inviting- no sense of hostility. Amicus then caught the others scent- !
It was familiar! Was Church the man with the mask? Amicus was about to call back to the detective, say that he didn't need medical attention. That he was glad for his presence... but that never came to pass.
The twenty seven year eyes suddenly bulged as his throat seized up- like something was choking him. The change. It was already starting- the full moon was at it's peak.
Silent wheezing only left his throat as he reached out to the darkness where the mouth of the cave held little light. 'Help me' 'Please'. That's what Amicus wanted to say as his eyes watered the pain reaching into his head and running down his spine. A sharp gasp forced through his teeth as he hugged his chest- the ribs forcing themselves forward in a grotesque manner. His clothing began to tear apart as his bones and muscles cracked and bulged out of place, deforming into more beastial aspects.
"Gnk-"
His fingers dug into the stone floor, his finger nails splitting as sharp claws forced their way through and his human teeth clattered out of his gums to be replaced by wolfish fangs. Amicus whimpered as his face began to stretch out into an ugly muzzle, forcing him to look up at the most ironic time.
His silver blue eyes dilated as they met with Churches, able to make eye contact despite the dim light. There was no hope now...A single distorted word crawled from the young english man's changing vocal cords, the word ringing out in despair. His eyes flooded into a feral gold.
"RUN-AGHHHHHHHHHH!" As the word left his mouth and echoed the cave it turned into the most painful cry that morphed from human to a ghastly hellish howl that no other creature on this earth could possibly match. Raven fur smothered him as his body seemed to gain a mind of it's own and stand on it's two new powerful limbs the beast snarling out as it shook its mighty head.
Amicus was no longer there. There was only the beast.
"RAWWRRRRRRRRRRR!" Hunger boiled within the beasts belly as it's fiery eyes glowered down at Church. No.. not Church. His new prey.
Without a hint of hesitation the monster began to stalk towards Church, lips curled back into a grotesque snarl. It knew it's strength. It knew it's power. Nothing dare attack a beast such as himself unless they wished for the slow pain death that awaited him. The beast was alpha of the night and the whole of London would know it soon willing or not.
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[ 1927 - London Outskirts ]
The choking sound emitting from Amicus grabbed Church's attention, he drew closer, worried that his severe state left him unable to communicate. Though that thought was dashed upon seeing the youth writhing in pain on the ground, changing into his alternate form. The detective watched helplessly as the Englishman told him to run in a loud, frantic tone. He stepped back and witnessed as Amicus's body shift, what before laid a meek, kind young man was now replaced by a huge bulky, rather intimidating monster. Church's gaze narrowed onto the beast as it crawled towards him, curling it's lips to show rows upon rows of sharp yellow teeth. A curse escaped the male as he slowly withdrew from the werewolf, was there any way for young Amicus to hear him in this form? Could he even recognize him? He had to try...
"Amicus!" he yelled, "C'mon Amicus, I know you can hear me!" However, even while he tried to call out to the other the approaching monster made him wary. He could already feel his hand itching to reach for the revolver hidden within his coat, "Don't make me do this Amicus..." Church murmured. The sudden, terrifying roar from the beast broke the man's demeanor. With lightning reflexes his hand shot into his coat to retrieve his gun, Church pointed it directly at the creature, "I'm sorry!" The detective pulled the trigger and a loud bang echoed across the tunnel as the bullet zipped through the werewolf's shoulder ripping through the beast's hide, grazing it before hitting the stone behind it. The bullet then bounced about behind, growing faster with each passing second and eventually struck the ground between the man's feet. It seemed using his revolvers in such a closed quarters environment was unwise, he would have to drag the monster out into the open forest instead. It was a gamble, giving the monster quite the home field advantage, but it was a gamble he was willing to take. So with that, the detective turned on his heel and swiftly exited the cave. Occasionally his attention flickered to the creature behind him, it would be unfortunate if it managed to reach him, Church knew from first glance the werewolf was power just from it's sheer muscle mass and those long curved claws weren't just for show. He kept in mind that he had to be extra careful if he were to ever find himself in a close combat situation with this beast.
Church exited the cave with a leap landing onto the dirt below with a grunt as he retrieved his second revolver. Now armed with both guns he quickly turned his attention to the mouth of the cave, awaiting the monster to show itself. He reminded himself that he only had eleven bullets, the detective had to be calculated and careful while fighting this beast. Wasting any ammo could easily lead to his demise, though he found a fragment of doubt within himself. Church knew with this reveal Amicus was the monster, yet it seemed he had no control over this form. It reminded the man of when he was first turned into a vampire all those years ago. He asked himself; could he bring himself to shoot Amicus? The first shot back in the cave was done out of instinct, the werewolf was lunging towards him and it frightened him, he was inaccurate, sloppy, it was an accidental shot if anything. But now? Could he kill this beast knowing it meant the death of an innocent man? Another howl from the darkness grabbed his attention, with a huff the masked vigilante raised up both revolvers. For now, he'd try to subdue the beast, he'd worry about killing it later...
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The gunshot didn't dis-way the beast what so ever. If anything this..'hunters' performance was sloppy, just like the rest.
Baring it's teeth the beast lumbered towards the exit of the cave before full on sprinting out on two legs, leaping into the tree directly behind Church with a roar. It scrambled down the tree with quick reflexes that not many creatures even of the supernatural realm could match. Snarling the beast was right behind Church in but a mere few seconds.
The werewolf began to throw a series of long stroked slashes at Church, each missing their margin by a few inches as Church seemed to dance away from the weapons on the beasts hands. Either the beast knew what Church was trying to do in luring it out of the cave and taking it as a game or it really was just a mindless beast, looking only to satisfy the monstrous hunger it's enormous body had. Snarling the wolfman creature slammed his paw down on the ground where Church had been seconds ago before spotting the masked man escape into the bushes and through the trees. So it was to be a chase then.
With a full moon over the trees the beast began to chase after Church on all fours, moving much faster than when it was on two. Something was special about his prey. Something...inhumane. The wolf burst out of the treeline, plowing down any vegetation in it's path between it and Church. The beast was getting so close. Where the beast seemed to be perusing Church was taking them to a river, the inn they were at before on the other side.
The werewolf snarled and snapped at Churches heels, its teeth managing to catch one of his boots. Lucky the sharp teeth didn't cut through the leather, so the man's flesh remained undisturbed. But it didn't help that Church had been tripped off balanced by the beast, sent tumbling to the ground, inches from the rivers edge.
A eerie human yet sadistic wolf like laugh seemed to rumble in the beasts chest as he stalked closer and closer to Church. The werewolf stood up on it's hind legs as it's eyes glittered with a delight of it's prey sprawled out on the ground. Near drooling the werewolf raised a clawed paw and swiped down, aiming for Churches throat.
It never came to pass though as at the same split second a gun shot rang out, a hunting rifle by the sounds of it. A hideous yelping cry escaped the beasts throat as it was suddenly knocked away from it's target, his claws scrapping down on Churches shoulder instead. The beast clawed at it's breast, a strange sizzling like sound emitting from it's flesh. Whining and disoriented the werewolf turned tail and fled into the woods, silence returning within minutes.
Across the river a man stood with his rifle, eyes narrowed with a near bitter expression. This was Alexandre, a french man with one purpose in life. Hunt down the beast that murdered his wife and avenge her. "Are you alright?" He called to Church across the river, shifting a cigarette to the side of his mouth. He had made sure the women inside the inn were safe previously before all this- was in fact asking them questions about the beast as well. Alexandre was lucky he chose to stake the inn out for the night. The older hunter crossed the river towards Church before looking down at him, extending a hand. "The bastard did not bite you did he?"
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[ 1927 - London Outskirts ]
As Church swiftly dodged and avoided each attack with precise efficiency the male mentally went argued with himself about what to do with this monstrosity while it attempted to kill him. If he were to slay this beast it would mean the death of shy, timid Amicus. Who likely had no control over his actions while he danced away from the series of attacks. Upon reaching the foliage and gaining enough space from the werewolf Church raised up one of his revolvers, reminding himself that he had killed plenty before! This shouldn't be so different! Yet as he aimed at the beast, he couldn't stop his hand from shaking. He couldn't do it, the men he killed were those who were beyond redemption. To leave them alive would result in more pain, more suffering. Yet Amicus was not so different, if left alone, the monster within him would continue to kill, hurt, and terrorize London.
He snapped back to reality when the beast lunged towards him, ready to swing it's large fists down onto him. Church swiftly jumped to the right, dodging the attack while putting away his guns. He'd have to worry about killing the werewolf later, for now he would have to focus on getting away from the enraged Amicus before the monster had another chance to have a close encounter with the masked vigilante. The detective was quick on his feet as he delved into the dark forest surrounding them.
Heavy breathes escaped Alexander as he ran through the shadowy timberland, branches whipped his steel mask while he raced through the mud and dirt. He didn't know where he was going, nothing in his environment felt familiar, something Church thought was a blessing in disguise. To bring the beast to the inn Olivia and her mother were residing in would be the last thing he desired. Though his attempts to outrun Amicus were fruitless, for the monster managed to grab his foot with it's maw and tossed him into the nearby river. Curses escaped Church as he rolled down onto the river, crashing several bushes, rocks, and finally onto the riverbed. A weak groan escaped the vigilante as the werewolf approached him with that wicked laugh. It was then the masked man noticed the inn.
"N-No..." He uttered as Amicus stood before him. Church slowly retrieved his gun, pointing it straight at the beast's visage. His dark brown eyes staring directly into the monstrosity's gaze as he cocked the revolver, "Amicus- Don't make me do this-" It was then a loud bang echoed throughout the forest as a bullet lodged itself onto the werewolf as it slashed his shoulder. The detective cried out in pain while the injured monster ran off. A tired, defeated sigh escaped Church as he laid limp on the ground. Too tired and clearly disappointed in himself for not pulling the trigger. Upon hearing the hunter, Church finally sat up and turned to the french man, "No, though he did leave my arm a bit cut up..." Church winced upon feeling a sharp pain erupt from his shoulder. Shallow pants escaped the male as he grasped his shoulder, it felt like his flesh was burning! Such intense pain, it reminded him of when he was turned into a vampire, "F-fuck..." the detective murmured before collapsing.
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The werewolf panted heavily as it fled the surrounding area, hot blood splattering the ground and foliage as he went. The bullet he had been shot with was blessed silver- a commodity that Alexandre always had on him now a days. The beast had escaped Alexandre and Church for now but with the silver eating away at his energy, power, even life force the beast had grown weaker and was forced to take refuge in an abandoned church on a hill side, just under ten miles from London’s busy streets.
Alexandre frowned upon seeing the other lay limp on the ground in pain. “Come, we must get you inside then. The beast may have not bit you but the cut will kill you if we don’t get you medical attention.” Grunting the Frenchman helped Church to his feet, letting him lean against him as they returned to the inn.
“Ladies let us in! The beast has fled and your savior could use some medicine.” That seemed convincing enough as the door flew open and Church was taken inside to be tended to while Alexandre set up a perimeter around the house while the sky began to change colors.
The dawn had come... they must have spent more time in forest than they originally thought.
With the morning light came the painful return to his human state. Agonized howls and cries came from the old church as the beast writhed on the floor like a worm as it’s hair fell away and it’s form shrank down into the shivering body of the timid English man. Amicus gasped as his eyes snapped open, having returned to their silver- blue color. He looked around weakly discovering blood under his nails and a fresh wound on his chest. Biting his lip he began to break down into tears. It wasn’t his blood under his finger nails...
The broken man sniffled as he bit his tongue, trying to pull out the silver bullet with his fingers. However the pain proved to be too great and so he was forced to give up. The wound had gone numb from the burning already but Amicus could feel the dreadful thing was killing him slowly. Dark veins had begun to form from the wound like roots. Naked, Amicus slowly began to stand on wobbly legs as the morning light glittered through the broken window. He had to find clothes... and get away from here- away from everyone.
Alexandre finished setting up a perimeter and scouting for the beast and went inside to find Church having been taken care of. “So you hunt the beast too hm? Word of advise friend, try not to get too close to the thing. Close quarter combat is foolish with this beast.” He sat down next to Church as he lit a cigar. “How’s your wound?”
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