Cassidy has a very expressive face. When she's not laughing her ass off, or frowning up a storm, she's usually still got a cocky smile on her lips. Her nails are always painted something whacky or just black. Her ears have a few piercings, and her nose looks like it may have been broken before.
Post by Cassidy Fox on Jun 25, 2014 21:52:55 GMT -5
Cassidy glared when the other man tried to buy it. “Are you deaf? Screw off.” The Shopkeeper then proceeded to tell them it wasn’t for sale. The glare she gave him could have withered flowers. That is when something felt different. Looking at the ring, she watched as script went over it. Beautiful calligraphy spelt ‘Take it.’ Her hand twitched in her pocket while the first rude man pulled out an ID. She glanced it over. “Your story sounds fake as fuck. If you want to see something cool, this is what you’ll want.”
She ignored her wallet and instead pulled out a strange looking contraption. Grabbing the ring with quick, adept fingers, she showed it to the men, while turning on the device. “You see, this device is of my own making. It has a very interesting effect.” The device beeped, signalling that it was loaded. Putting on the ring, she pressed the button and the room fell into darkness. Having cut off the power from a whole block before, it was simple (it was a bank robbing experience. Long story short, she made a device that used the same signals to hack and cut the power of a whole section.) She quickly dashed, towards the door, making it outside. Running down the street, she was quick. She pressed a second button on her weird little device and kept going, shoving it in her pocket.
Post by Rurik Sokol on Jun 26, 2014 0:03:48 GMT -5
Rurik sat a sleep in the Audi R8 on the side of a road in Spain. His job was simple, wait here until he was needed if at all. He sat there for hours, browsing his phone and waiting. He had fallen a sleep watching an episode of Adventure Time and abruptly waken up by a loud alarm on his phone going off. The phone took a second but locked onto a tracking device. He assumed this was what he was waiting for as he reached over and started the vehicle. Quickly driving down the roads he stared at his phone and only glanced at the street as he turned down a street and sped to the destination. Seeing Cassidy running down the street he sped to her quickly and pulled over, reached to the passenger door he opened it and yelled to her. "You coming?"
When she entered the vehicle he would quickly start driving away before he would ask. "Who did you piss off this time?" He watched the road but glanced over at her and any thing that moved in the mirrors. Putting his phone to sleep he set it in the center console and yawned. "This better of been worth it." He said as he continued to speed down the empty street.
Post by Marcus Drago on Jun 26, 2014 1:37:23 GMT -5
"Unfortunately, the ring is not for sale. If it were, it'd be out of any of your price ranges," the old man chimed as he continued to do what ever he was doing in the first place. He was a stubborn old man that would probably never let go of this ring. If Marcus wanted it then he needed a little blood to be shed. Luckily he liked blood. "As far as I can gather the ring came out of the dark ages some time, but that time isn't known for it's history. Just the opposite, in fact." Since the middle ages? Marcus was not born during that time, but he did meet a king and queen in London once who carried items from their generation with them. This ring seemed as though only a king or a very rich man would wear it. Although, if that was true, why the hell was it in an antique shop?
The other blond haired man moved close to the counter and Marcus retreated to the back of both the man and the girl. He had a strange feeling that something was gonna happen soon and he wanted the advantage. So he stayed away and stalked them, watching every single move they made. The man said something in a different language, probably Spanish or Italian, it sounded Italian, but then spoke in English for all of us to understand."But such claims have never even caused me the slightest delay in the acquisition of artifacts such as this ring." The man reached into his pocket and Marcus grip on his Shuriken became a lot tighter."Giacomo Conti D'Amore." Giacomo, now that was a funny name." Official Investigator of Pagan History, Head of Relic Acquisition for the Vatican. AND if your claim of the ring's age is accurate, it falls within my jurisdiction. The Vatican, she just wants to understand the way of life of the pagans before the birth of Jesus. Of course, you shall be handsomely reimbursed."
Marcus laughed a little at the man named Giacomo pulling out his trump card. He had to admit that he didn't see that coming. Maybe he and Giacomo could have a little chat about where the fuck this ring came from and how the hell it is in an antique shop in Spain."He just checked your king old man. Are you gonna move the piece now?" Marcus addressed the shop owner in a mocking tone. The shop owner looked as though he was getting ready to speak again, with a frustrated knot growing on his temple, when the girl spoke first. "Your story sounds fake as fuck. If you want to see something cool, this is what you’ll want." Once again someone else dug into their pocket and Marcus held his shuriken, being ready for anything to happen. He didn't sense danger from her, other than her horrible glare, so he didn't act. However he couldn't help but grin as he noticed her take the ring. She was being sly, trying to show us something while we barely noticed the rings disappearance? No ,she had to have known that a tactic such as that wouldn't work on us. So what was her game?
" You see, this device is of my own making. It has a very interesting effect." She pressed a button on the gadget then all the lights turned off. Marcus was in complete DARKNESS.His head became clear, his hands became steady as his first plan of action was throwing three shuriken stars at the old mans throat. Marcus had dreamed of delivering sweet death unto this man and enjoyed watching his facial expression as the man held his neck and blood poured through his fingers. He slowly backed away, then fell on the floor twitching. The man was dead, and Marcus loved it. His attention then turned to the girl, realizing that she had left with the ring, and chased after her. He saw what looked like a small race car drive up to her.'Get away vehicle? Sneaky little fox aren't ya.' He took off is coat, revealing his dark wings, and took off flying.
He would land further along the road and fold his wings so that no one else would be able to see it but the people behind him. His facial expression changed from sadistic to helpless and he held up his hands in a frightened position."PLEASE STOP, DON'T KILL ME!" He screamed to the top of his lungs turning his head and closing his eyes shut tight. There was no corner to turn, no other intersection. That was a one way road and the driver would either be forced to stop or ram right into Marcus, but was the he or she a heartless man or woman? Heartless enough to kill a poor pedestrian. The marvelous performance had begun.
Last Edit: Jun 26, 2014 14:55:26 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
The shopkeeper had been just about to give the kid from Rome a lecture on Christianity and when it started, when the power went out, and his most prized artifact was gone. The first thought that he had did not concern the ring though. It expressed his concern that the young boy playing upstairs was now in complete darkness. He had only been able to move a foot or so before the sharp pain of two small blades pressed through the side of his neck, and into the soft flesh within. The third managed to embed itself in the stock of one of the old rifles on display behind him. He managed to choke out a weak cry before he stumbled over a pile of books before him, and fell to the ground. The name of his boy was on his lips as the aged shopkeep hit the floor, and his body started to shut down. The last thing he could hear, was his boy's cries for him coming from upstairs. It would have killed him, if a certain someone hadn't already done that.
Meanwhile, Tau was having the time of his life. The girl had picked right up on his illusion, and had wasted no time in saving him from the crazy old man that had been keeping him for the past decade and a half. She did it with flare, too. All of the adrenaline racing through his stagnant system was almost enough to make him rip himself out of the cage he had forced himself into oh so long ago, but it fell just short. He would wait a little while longer, and then he could have his vengeance.
Cassidy has a very expressive face. When she's not laughing her ass off, or frowning up a storm, she's usually still got a cocky smile on her lips. Her nails are always painted something whacky or just black. Her ears have a few piercings, and her nose looks like it may have been broken before.
Post by Cassidy Fox on Jul 10, 2014 20:34:44 GMT -5
Cassidy kept running, almost making it down the street, when a speeding car pulled up beside her. An Audi R8, she noted, grinning at the style that her getaway was having. He threw open the passenger door and Cassidy hoped in, slamming it shut as the car was already starting to drive away. She clipped in her seatbelt, which was usually something she ignored, but she wasn’t all too sure about Rurik’s driving. He tended to get distracted by his phone or even doze off. She grinned at his question, brushing her fingers through her hair to straighten out the spikes.
“Who says I pissed anyone off Boss-a-roo?” She laughed, before showing off the ring. “Stole this little beauty, and some weird ass customers also wanted it. There’s something special about this ri- Fucking hell.”
Before them, the same customer of the shop was standing dead smack in the middle of the road. His face was twisted with terror, but she recognized him right away. The fact that he arrived far ahead of a speeding vehicle seemed impossible. Not like he could just fly. But obviously he was after her, if he was so desperate for the ring that he’d throw himself in front of a speeding vehicle. “Fuck, run him over. How the fuckity fuck did he get here? He was in that god damned shop.”
Post by Rurik Sokol on Sept 12, 2014 19:47:20 GMT -5
Rurik was speeding away quickly, listening to Cassidy as he shifted gears and looked out his rear view mirror already hitting 60 mph. When she spoke of what she stole he looked over and raised an eyebrow. He started to speak before he heard her yell and caught something in the corner of his eye on the road. Looking over he saw a man standing in front of him, screaming for his life. When she yelled it was the guy from the shop and to run him over he slammed his foot on the gas, speeding up quickly. Aiming for the man, he would have to teleport away or he would be hit.
If he didn't teleport then Rurik would slam into the man and go right over him as he sped off down the road doing 80. Hitting that man at that speed would make a very large dent and take out most of the windshield on his car along with killing the man, shattering his bones in his legs, pelvis and ribs. His organs would rupture if he did not die instantly, hitting his head on the pavement would finish him off. Rurik started hitting his windshield trying to knock it out as he drove away. Finally having to take his foot off the gas and kick it out.
If he did teleport away just in time Rurik would quickly speed off down the road before saying to Cassidy. "What the fuck did you get your self into?"
Post by Marcus Drago on Sept 12, 2014 20:44:28 GMT -5
"Well shit," Marcus silently said to himself as the car ran straight into him. But it would not hit him, it would not send him flying and it definitely would not kill him. The car would just pass through him. The ones in the car would find his body moving inbetween them as they continued on their course. His katana blade and shurikens would clang on the window as his ninja stars would fly into the air and scatter from impact. Marcus frowned before lifting his hands in the air. Suddenly his blade and shurikens would be laying on the floor next to Marcus and not on the roof of a vehicle everywhere in the streets of Spain. The car would zoom down the road and Marcus would watch. His red eyes focused on the license plate, if the car had one, as it would move on like the people inside cared nothing for a living soul.
When the car was out of sight Marcus would laugh. He would do nothing but laugh as he replayed the situation inside his head. A crazy stubborn bitch stole a ring, and in the process of stealing a ring Marcus managed to kill a man and nearly get killed by the same crazy bitch. It was as if a funny comedy had just been performed by the two, and Marcus enjoyed the thought of it. At that moment he laughed his ass off before collecting himself, still having a smile on his face. One of the residents within the city decided to take the opportunity to open his window and tell Marcus to shut the hell up. The composed daemon moved to collect his things while listening to the man's complaints. This was actually one of the first times that the daemon had a good laugh, but someone had to ruin his happiness with their personal opinions.
When Marcus had all of his shurikens collected he moved for his blade that was still in tact thanks to the sturdiness of his sheath. Though it was not made to survive a bomb, somehow it managed to survive a hard hit and run. He took his katana out of his scabbard and began judging if it was in good condition. When he found it intact he turned to the man who was still yelling at him, this time being angry from the daemon not listening to his rants. Marcus eyes turned to the man, red lasers planted on the person who just had to ruin his fun. The man would stop yelling upon the stare of the daemon and slowly the man would fall asleep, his eyes closing and opening expressing that he was trying to stay awake but tiring. Suddenly the man's throat would show skin being ripped apart as though it was sliced by a sharp object, and blood would start to pour. The man would lose breath then suddenly move to the ramp. He stayed on the second floor of what would be considered an apartment. When the man's eyes finally closed his lifeless body toppled over the railing and landed with a hard thud to the ground. From the window the man opened to yell at Marcus, screams of the words 'daddy' and 'husband' would ring into Marcus ears.
He would give a shrug and begin walking in the opposite direction the car traveled in. His whistles would play a nice melody for the woman and child screaming for a dead man. "He can't hear you," Marcus would silently say before his whistles would play again. While he walked he would lift up his left hand to reveal a black shuriken. On one of the edges of this black death star there would be blood similar to the one on the window the man fell from. "There you are. I thought I almost lost you," Marcus would say with an amused smile. "Let's go collect your friend from the other dead mans body." He would continue moving to the store where everything originally started, walking as though he cared nothing for a living soul.
Last Edit: Sept 13, 2014 7:08:11 GMT -5 by Marcus Drago
The displeasure of missing was unfathomable. All of the excitement, the build-up, the hype, all for nothing. Pangs of eye-fogging disappointment and blood-boiling irritation vibrated through bands of mock metallic material with such frequency that the ring itself shivered almost unnoticably, quite displeased with the outcome of the situation. The creature residing under the band's surface had been expecting a display of spurting, bubbling sanguine, an orchestra of the hollow snapping of bones, the exhilarating display of a man's life and organs exploding out of his body. Tau could be patient though, he had, after all, been waiting for an unthinkably long time already. He could wait just a little longer to satisfy his sick and barely human urges.
Now several city blocks away, a family was in shambles. It's caretaker had been been executed in a pointless quarrel over a petty bauble, and the thing that had done it was making it's way up the street. With her mother and kin hanging limply from a skeletal set of stairs leading into the attic, her father now dead, and nothing at all in the world to live for but her brother, a small child sat and waited for fate to come a-knocking. The girl had been an avid supporter of her pap in his endeavors to collect novelties and items from all periods of time. Including the weaponry hanging above the counter, now with one exception. The rifle that the girl and her father had restored themselves was now loaded and ready to fire at the next thing to walk through the door. The rifle was old and heavy, but it would still shoot, and at the range she was at the child was liable to hit center-mass regardless of whether or not she actually aimed.
At the side of the dead man was a boy, presumably his son. He would desperately grip the old man's shirt with both of his small hands, and repeatedly call out his name. Like his sister, he had nothing left to live for, though he didn't know it yet. He was much too young to handle a weapon of any sorts, and he was much too devastated to think about anything but why his pap wasn't saying anything, why he wasn't breathing, why his mother's lips were turning a pretty shade of sickly blue upstairs. He was much too young to realize what the cause of his mother's violent mood swings were, what the cause of her distended belly was, or why anyone would possibly want to hurt his cherished, beloved father.
Post by Marcus Drago on Oct 25, 2014 12:45:32 GMT -5
Somewhere in Spain existed a very loyal weapon. A sword was what most called it, a katana if they wanted to get specific. This blade was black in coloring, from its sharp point to its firm handle. It was of fine quality and contained much power. This blade was wielded by a man who called himself many names: The destroyer of worlds, Ghost, Marcus Drago, each name giving as much eerie chills as the next. This blade was always treated well by him, sharpened and cleaned every day thanks to the destroyer of worlds; however, the blade did not feel very 'well treated' on this day. It was rammed into a car, and nearly bent to destruction. There were some parts of it that were fine, but others that would need heavy work. A year would need to pass before it would be ready for the world again.
It feared the worse, abandonment by its master because it would prove useless. This would be enough to bring the katana to tears. It watched its master grow, suffer heartache, cause heartache, and survive many dangerous moments. This destroyer of worlds meant a lot to the blade, its whole life was dedicated to him. Even though this blade was used to slicing heads off the innocent, it could express no greater love for anything else other than Marcus.
It stayed attached to its masters back, not knowing where it was going. It was used to not seeing the front, only watching out for the back. The blade would blindly go anywhere its master went, with no worries of its life. However, something happened to make the object worry immensely about it's master. Marcus suddenly stopped moving, the cheek of his butt smacking against the sheaths tip halting, thus causing it to raise some concern. They were not in the most safest of places and time to stop moving. Then, the blade suddenly fell to the ground. The strap that held it on its master was not untangled, but it fell to the floor as though nothing was there to hold it up. Its shuriken brethren fell as well, clanging due to the touch of the concrete floor.
It could hear its masters foot steps shrink in sound before reverting to nothing. Next, it could hear the sound of gun fire, ringing louder than police sirens, then it heard blood curdling screams that sounded like children. One began to cry out 'monster', 'MONSTER!' before silencing his or herself. The quietness filled the air like the after effect of witnessing a tornado and realizing the devastating destruction that was left. It was only broken by the sound of metal scraping against solid ground. It would stab the ears of all who hated the noise, and sing beautiful music for all who loved it. It stemmed from the blade and its shuriken companions being dragged by an unknown entity. What came next was the sound of whistling, sweet symphony of the song Marry Had A Little Lamb. When the whistle finished with 'its fleece was white as snow' and the blade became covered in shadows of an alley, a horrifying-maniacal laugh echoed the streets before it vanished, the world turning quiet once again.