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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 22, 2023 3:30:42 GMT
Night! Tomorrow The Heads arrive & some heartwarming interactions between Carmella & Her Family! LOOKING FORWARD TO IT!  |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 23, 2023 0:25:56 GMT
A lone man in a fancy suit sips his drink as he stares at an old photo on a nightstand while The Blood Hunt's timer ticks down and the Green And Red Buttons of Acceptance Or Neutrality remain lit. He paid it no mind and continued staring at the framed picture. His eyes express no emotion but he has the face of a man who has seen, endured and performed all manner of this world's horrors and nightmares. Warfare and combat and death and hardships and survived it to come out the other end as a stronger, harder, colder man. But it is clear from the nostalgic vibe in the room that he has not completely forsaken his humanity. His greyish-white hair frames his face and hangs down as he continues to stare down at the photo until he finishes his drink and then he casually reaches out to the phone and flicks a finger across the Acceptance Button. He then walked away from the table and grabbed a sheathed Katana off of the wall, slid it into his belt and grabbed his black coat and put it on while walking out of his home. It was a hell of a thing John had gotten himself into this time. But at the very least it finally gave him the chance for a long overdue reunion. He might be loyal to The High Table but there were some things more important than duty. He walked out the door and closed it behind him leaving his phone next to the framed photo he'd left on the desk of himself, John and Helen.   "So be it then. Lets Go To War." Azazel muttered to himself. |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Apr 23, 2023 1:20:56 GMT
A lone man in a fancy suit sips his drink as he stares at an old photo on a nightstand while The Blood Hunt's timer ticks down and the Green And Red Buttons of Acceptance Or Neutrality remain lit. He paid it no mind and continued staring at the framed picture. His eyes express no emotion but he has the face of a man who has seen, endured and performed all manner of this world's horrors and nightmares. Warfare and combat and death and hardships and survived it to come out the other end as a stronger, harder, colder man. But it is clear from the nostalgic vibe in the room that he has not completely forsaken his humanity. His greyish-white hair frames his face and hangs down as he continues to stare down at the photo until he finishes his drink and then he casually reaches out to the phone and flicks a finger across the Acceptance Button. He then walked away from the table and grabbed a sheathed Katana off of the wall, slid it into his belt and grabbed his black coat and put it on while walking out of his home. It was a hell of a thing John had gotten himself into this time. But at the very least it finally gave him the chance for a long overdue reunion. He might be loyal to The High Table but there were some things more important than duty. He walked out the door and closed it behind him leaving his phone next to the framed photo he'd left on the desk of himself, John and Helen. "So be it then. Lets Go To War." Azazel muttered to himself. Ironically enough I've called Chapter 4 the best live action version of Cowboy Bebop I've ever seen. All that was missing was a jazz soundtrack  Still, very interesting. |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 23, 2023 1:58:13 GMT
A lone man in a fancy suit sips his drink as he stares at an old photo on a nightstand while The Blood Hunt's timer ticks down and the Green And Red Buttons of Acceptance Or Neutrality remain lit. He paid it no mind and continued staring at the framed picture. His eyes express no emotion but he has the face of a man who has seen, endured and performed all manner of this world's horrors and nightmares. Warfare and combat and death and hardships and survived it to come out the other end as a stronger, harder, colder man. But it is clear from the nostalgic vibe in the room that he has not completely forsaken his humanity. His greyish-white hair frames his face and hangs down as he continues to stare down at the photo until he finishes his drink and then he casually reaches out to the phone and flicks a finger across the Acceptance Button. He then walked away from the table and grabbed a sheathed Katana off of the wall, slid it into his belt and grabbed his black coat and put it on while walking out of his home. It was a hell of a thing John had gotten himself into this time. But at the very least it finally gave him the chance for a long overdue reunion. He might be loyal to The High Table but there were some things more important than duty. He walked out the door and closed it behind him leaving his phone next to the framed photo he'd left on the desk of himself, John and Helen. "So be it then. Lets Go To War." Azazel muttered to himself. Ironically enough I've called Chapter 4 the best live action version of Cowboy Bebop I've ever seen. All that was missing was a jazz soundtrack Still, very interesting. Definitely! Such an insane movie but you can still detect the Anime Inspirations and Spike and John's similarities have been well noted. Azazel I came up with to have another player in the event with ties to John's history with Helen and we can expand on that in the story. |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Apr 26, 2023 1:25:24 GMT
Countess Priscilla got comfortable with her, frankly bizarre, Coven in the Grand Theater Room's VIP Seats while they watched the countdown for the show to begin with Lady Goosebumps seated comfortably on Priscilla's lap. Everyone was talking excitedly among themselves, the Demons, The Dolls, The Toys, The Animatronics, The Toons and the others were all getting ready for the show. The only one not comofrtable right now was the toon woman bouncing up and down in her seat impatiently. You read that right though: A Toon! The 'Toons' that inhabited Priscilla's Coven were of a very specific breed of Demon known as The Animated Ones, basically deranged violent, demonic Cartoon Characters, with all of the powers, and weakness, a Toon would have. They were hyper energetic and incredibly difficult to fight as a result and fit right in with her group of maniacs. In fact, the one seated next to Priscilla right now was the Leader of the particularly lethal TooniManiax Gang Hellin A. Hessarella Hanbasket.  "But I don't get it, Priss, why can't I go awut dare and pop a few skulls? It's gunnah be a bloodbath awut dare anyway, right? What's wrong with joining in awn da fun?" She asked and took an angry puff off of her cigar causing little angry smoke faces to fly up out of it. "Oh, Hellin, your time will come dear, just not yet. This is a volatile situation and needs to be handled properly. I know Carmella well enough that she has a plan for this whole situation and we need to let it play out. If she wanted our help she would have called us. We just need to have faith in them." Hellin took a long thoughtful drag off of her cigar, leaned back in her chair and kicked her feet up on the stand in front of her while continuing to bounce up and down before blowing a smog monster out of her cigar that flew around Hellin rapidly enough to create a ring around her before flying back into her cigar. She finally turned to look back at Priscilla. "Be 'onest, Priss, is dis becawse i'm too violent?" "There is a time and a place for mass destruction, Hellin, this isn't one of those times." Hellin burst out laughing while rolling around in her seat. "Hahahahahahahahahaha! What can I say, Priss, use got me dare! Use got me dare!" She sat back up. "So dis is a scalpel situation instead awv a bazooka situation is dat it?" "Correct. Don't worry. Your time will come and you'll have plenty of fun then." Priscilla assured the Toon while patting back. "In the meantime, Raamsey Baaartholemew will be checking in our good friend, Henry." "Yeah, i'm sure da lost kids will be 'appy ta meet up with 'em at least. 'ey speaking awv which do use tink Swan-Lake's met up Wendy and Jane?" "Knowing how efficient Swan is? He's probably negotiating with The Death Sisters as we speak." |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on May 7, 2023 0:21:27 GMT
Countess Priscilla got comfortable with her, frankly bizarre, Coven in the Grand Theater Room's VIP Seats while they watched the countdown for the show to begin with Lady Goosebumps seated comfortably on Priscilla's lap. Everyone was talking excitedly among themselves, the Demons, The Dolls, The Toys, The Animatronics, The Toons and the others were all getting ready for the show. The only one not comofrtable right now was the toon woman bouncing up and down in her seat impatiently. You read that right though: A Toon! The 'Toons' that inhabited Priscilla's Coven were of a very specific breed of Demon known as The Animated Ones, basically deranged violent, demonic Cartoon Characters, with all of the powers, and weakness, a Toon would have. They were hyper energetic and incredibly difficult to fight as a result and fit right in with her group of maniacs. In fact, the one seated next to Priscilla right now was the Leader of the particularly lethal TooniManiax Gang Hellin A. Hessarella Hanbasket. "But I don't get it, Priss, why can't I go awut dare and pop a few skulls? It's gunnah be a bloodbath awut dare anyway, right? What's wrong with joining in awn da fun?" She asked and took an angry puff off of her cigar causing little angry smoke faces to fly up out of it. "Oh, Hellin, your time will come dear, just not yet. This is a volatile situation and needs to be handled properly. I know Carmella well enough that she has a plan for this whole situation and we need to let it play out. If she wanted our help she would have called us. We just need to have faith in them." Hellin took a long thoughtful drag off of her cigar, leaned back in her chair and kicked her feet up on the stand in front of her while continuing to bounce up and down before blowing a smog monster out of her cigar that flew around Hellin rapidly enough to create a ring around her before flying back into her cigar. She finally turned to look back at Priscilla. "Be 'onest, Priss, is dis becawse i'm too violent?" "There is a time and a place for mass destruction, Hellin, this isn't one of those times." Hellin burst out laughing while rolling around in her seat. "Hahahahahahahahahaha! What can I say, Priss, use got me dare! Use got me dare!" She sat back up. "So dis is a scalpel situation instead awv a bazooka situation is dat it?" "Correct. Don't worry. Your time will come and you'll have plenty of fun then." Priscilla assured the Toon while patting back. "In the meantime, Raamsey Baaartholemew will be checking in our good friend, Henry." "Yeah, i'm sure da lost kids will be 'appy ta meet up with 'em at least. 'ey speaking awv which do use tink Swan-Lake's met up Wendy and Jane?" "Knowing how efficient Swan is? He's probably negotiating with The Death Sisters as we speak."  The Greatest Show On Earth as it would advertise, and the show never fails to live up to what it showcased. Every Circus has a theme and the theme Cirque De Pandemonium showcase is that of the macabre, you'd be surprised to find out how many people would gladly fork over their cash for a night of spine-tingling thrills that would leave them coming for another fix. Regardless of any age. Old or young a satisfied audience will most certainly have a story to tell the moment they exit the event. And the audience is getting their thrills tonight that's for sure. So much so that a person could scream in pure terror yet their cries will be drowned out by the denizens of the patrons enjoying the festivities. "SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE!!!" Is what a young girl, no older than 11 would cry out as she bangs against the glass with all her might. Either trying to break herself free or trying to get the attention of anyone who'd pass by.  "I don't know about you, little one, but I am stuffed. Fear, anxiety, biting anticipation, all kinds of emotions radiating from a captivating audience was enough to satisfy me." She froze when a familiar voice entered the luxurious dressing room, the girl backed away when the imposing figure stood before the mirror the girl finds herself trapped in. She looked at the man with fearful eyes. "Please, whatever I have done, I'm sorry, please let me go."  The gentleman sighed, he reached out and placed his hand on it, slowly running his hand down as to caress the girl's face in a comforting manner. "You broke the rule my child, for that, you get a time out. If I let you free then that would inquire, I was showing favoritism. I like you, Wendy, I really do. But I like all my children equally. Don't worry, in time, when I feel that you've been a good girl and learned your lesson, you shall be free." Wemdy's body stiffened when she felt a cold wet hand on her shoulder, holding back a sob she felt the trail of blood trinkling from the hand and onto the girl's dress. "In the meantime, Mary shall continue with her supervision." Henry spoke and with a wave of the hand the conversation between him and Wendy ends, before Wendy could utter a scream as she's being pulled back into the darkness by an unseen force behind her. The scene before Henry shifts to an abandoned warehouse. He sees one of his Children, Swan interacting with a little girl and a familiar face he hasn't seen in quite a long time and chuckles to himself. "Aaaah Little D all grown up, I knew we'd encounter each other eventually." |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on May 7, 2023 1:27:24 GMT
Countess Priscilla got comfortable with her, frankly bizarre, Coven in the Grand Theater Room's VIP Seats while they watched the countdown for the show to begin with Lady Goosebumps seated comfortably on Priscilla's lap. Everyone was talking excitedly among themselves, the Demons, The Dolls, The Toys, The Animatronics, The Toons and the others were all getting ready for the show. The only one not comofrtable right now was the toon woman bouncing up and down in her seat impatiently. You read that right though: A Toon! The 'Toons' that inhabited Priscilla's Coven were of a very specific breed of Demon known as The Animated Ones, basically deranged violent, demonic Cartoon Characters, with all of the powers, and weakness, a Toon would have. They were hyper energetic and incredibly difficult to fight as a result and fit right in with her group of maniacs. In fact, the one seated next to Priscilla right now was the Leader of the particularly lethal TooniManiax Gang Hellin A. Hessarella Hanbasket. "But I don't get it, Priss, why can't I go awut dare and pop a few skulls? It's gunnah be a bloodbath awut dare anyway, right? What's wrong with joining in awn da fun?" She asked and took an angry puff off of her cigar causing little angry smoke faces to fly up out of it. "Oh, Hellin, your time will come dear, just not yet. This is a volatile situation and needs to be handled properly. I know Carmella well enough that she has a plan for this whole situation and we need to let it play out. If she wanted our help she would have called us. We just need to have faith in them." Hellin took a long thoughtful drag off of her cigar, leaned back in her chair and kicked her feet up on the stand in front of her while continuing to bounce up and down before blowing a smog monster out of her cigar that flew around Hellin rapidly enough to create a ring around her before flying back into her cigar. She finally turned to look back at Priscilla. "Be 'onest, Priss, is dis becawse i'm too violent?" "There is a time and a place for mass destruction, Hellin, this isn't one of those times." Hellin burst out laughing while rolling around in her seat. "Hahahahahahahahahaha! What can I say, Priss, use got me dare! Use got me dare!" She sat back up. "So dis is a scalpel situation instead awv a bazooka situation is dat it?" "Correct. Don't worry. Your time will come and you'll have plenty of fun then." Priscilla assured the Toon while patting back. "In the meantime, Raamsey Baaartholemew will be checking in our good friend, Henry." "Yeah, i'm sure da lost kids will be 'appy ta meet up with 'em at least. 'ey speaking awv which do use tink Swan-Lake's met up Wendy and Jane?" "Knowing how efficient Swan is? He's probably negotiating with The Death Sisters as we speak." The Greatest Show On Earth as it would advertise, and the show never fails to live up to what it showcased. Every Circus has a theme and the theme Cirque De Pandemonium showcase is that of the macabre, you'd be surprised to find out how many people would gladly fork over their cash for a night of spine-tingling thrills that would leave them coming for another fix. Regardless of any age. Old or young a satisfied audience will most certainly have a story to tell the moment they exit the event. And the audience is getting their thrills tonight that's for sure. So much so that a person could scream in pure terror yet their cries will be drowned out by the denizens of the patrons enjoying the festivities. "SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE!!!" Is what a young girl, no older than 11 would cry out as she bangs against the glass with all her might. Either trying to break herself free or trying to get the attention of anyone who'd pass by. "I don't know about you, little one, but I am stuffed. Fear, anxiety, biting anticipation, all kinds of emotions radiating from a captivating audience was enough to satisfy me." She froze when a familiar voice entered the luxurious dressing room, the girl backed away when the imposing figure stood before the mirror the girl finds herself trapped in. She looked at the man with fearful eyes. "Please, whatever I have done, I'm sorry, please let me go." The gentleman sighed, he reached out and placed his hand on it, slowly running his hand down as to caress the girl's face in a comforting manner. "You broke the rule my child, for that, you get a time out. If I let you free then that would inquire, I was showing favoritism. I like you, Wendy, I really do. But I like all my children equally. Don't worry, in time, when I feel that you've been a good girl and learned your lesson, you shall be free." Wemdy's body stiffened when she felt a cold wet hand on her shoulder, holding back a sob she felt the trail of blood trinkling from the hand and onto the girl's dress. "In the meantime, Mary shall continue with her supervision." Henry spoke and with a wave of the hand the conversation between him and Wendy ends, before Wendy could utter a scream as she's being pulled back into the darkness by an unseen force behind her. The scene before Henry shifts to an abandoned warehouse. He sees one of his Children, Swan interacting with a little girl and a familiar face he hasn't seen in quite a long time and chuckles to himself. "Aaaah Little D all grown up, I knew we'd encounter each other eventually." The conversation between the Death Sisters and Swan continued in the warehouse until they came to an understanding and the sisters took his hand and teleported to the Death Sisters Clock Tower. In other words she was putting her sister somewhere safe where she could monitor the situation and Swan and Death could load up on the big guns which would give Swan some hands-on experience working with her, seeing the serious threats of the world in person and handling the bigger weapons she'd acquired which would be passed down to Henry. Information like that could be extremely useful. He'd have to see how the rest of this game would play out before he would make any further moves but if this went down the way he expected it would then Death Dealer would end up back in his hands soon. As he continued observing the situation a young girl in a bright yellow hooded raincoat walked up to him and rocked on her feet as she waited to be called upon. Henry continued observing for a little longer before he turned around to point at her. "Is there something on your mind, Noelani?" He asked.  Noelani (Hawaiian for heavenly mist) stopped rocking and raised her hand up. "Ummm, Henry? I was wondering...wouldn't it be easier if I just made the sky rain fire or acid? We could flush him out and end The Hunt before it even got off the ground and then just collect whatever's left for the bounty." Henry let out a good natured laugh and rubbed her hooded head. "Ahhhh my dear precious Noelani I love how ambitious you are. But now is not quite the right time for such a display of power." He let go and crouched down in front of her. "Besides the show hasn't even begun yet! Why end the fun before it even has a chance to begin? No, no, not this time. We're going to sit back and enjoy the show. The sheer utter fallout of this performance is going to light the whole world on fire!" He exclaimed while standing up and raising his arms. "Let the performance begin! Let the greedy killers throw themselves into the meat grinder for a chance at fortunes! Let the monsters rampage! Let the High Table show their hand! For what are fools for but entertainment?!" Noelani beamed. "The world is a stage, Henry!" "And the stage is a world of entertainment my child. You're getting it. Trust me. Your day will come. One day. Then we'll rain hellfire down on the Earth below but until then continue performing and honing your talents dear. Understood?" "You got it!" She ran back to the others laughing. Henry chuckled as he watched the children continue to gather around and excitedly talking about the upcoming Blood Hunt before he turned his attention up to a noisy intruder bleating and pinballing his air vents until he reached a grate and squeezed through the bars and looked around, spotted Henry and stretched out his torso to absurd lengths over to Henry, wrapped around him and reached up to him as the rest of his body slipped out of the air vent and his torso came back together as he reformed. Henry just smiled at the floating fluttering Toon Demon in front of him. "Raamsey my good man! What brings you here?" "Baa-aa-aa-aaa! Greetings Henry! Laa-aa-aa-dy Priscilla sends her regardes!" Raamsey Baaartholemew greeted him. |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on May 7, 2023 2:00:24 GMT
The Greatest Show On Earth as it would advertise, and the show never fails to live up to what it showcased. Every Circus has a theme and the theme Cirque De Pandemonium showcase is that of the macabre, you'd be surprised to find out how many people would gladly fork over their cash for a night of spine-tingling thrills that would leave them coming for another fix. Regardless of any age. Old or young a satisfied audience will most certainly have a story to tell the moment they exit the event. And the audience is getting their thrills tonight that's for sure. So much so that a person could scream in pure terror yet their cries will be drowned out by the denizens of the patrons enjoying the festivities. "SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE!!!" Is what a young girl, no older than 11 would cry out as she bangs against the glass with all her might. Either trying to break herself free or trying to get the attention of anyone who'd pass by. "I don't know about you, little one, but I am stuffed. Fear, anxiety, biting anticipation, all kinds of emotions radiating from a captivating audience was enough to satisfy me." She froze when a familiar voice entered the luxurious dressing room, the girl backed away when the imposing figure stood before the mirror the girl finds herself trapped in. She looked at the man with fearful eyes. "Please, whatever I have done, I'm sorry, please let me go." The gentleman sighed, he reached out and placed his hand on it, slowly running his hand down as to caress the girl's face in a comforting manner. "You broke the rule my child, for that, you get a time out. If I let you free then that would inquire, I was showing favoritism. I like you, Wendy, I really do. But I like all my children equally. Don't worry, in time, when I feel that you've been a good girl and learned your lesson, you shall be free." Wemdy's body stiffened when she felt a cold wet hand on her shoulder, holding back a sob she felt the trail of blood trinkling from the hand and onto the girl's dress. "In the meantime, Mary shall continue with her supervision." Henry spoke and with a wave of the hand the conversation between him and Wendy ends, before Wendy could utter a scream as she's being pulled back into the darkness by an unseen force behind her. The scene before Henry shifts to an abandoned warehouse. He sees one of his Children, Swan interacting with a little girl and a familiar face he hasn't seen in quite a long time and chuckles to himself. "Aaaah Little D all grown up, I knew we'd encounter each other eventually." The conversation between the Death Sisters and Swan continued in the warehouse until they came to an understanding and the sisters took his hand and teleported to the Death Sisters Clock Tower. In other words she was putting her sister somewhere safe where she could monitor the situation and Swan and Death could load up on the big guns which would give Swan some hands-on experience working with her, seeing the serious threats of the world in person and handling the bigger weapons she'd acquired which would be passed down to Henry. Information like that could be extremely useful. He'd have to see how the rest of this game would play out before he would make any further moves but if this went down the way he expected it would then Death Dealer would end up back in his hands soon. As he continued observing the situation a young girl in a bright yellow hooded raincoat walked up to him and rocked on her feet as she waited to be called upon. Henry continued observing for a little longer before he turned around to point at her. "Is there something on your mind, Noelani?" He asked. Noelani (Hawaiian for heavenly mist) stopped rocking and raised her hand up. "Ummm, Henry? I was wondering...wouldn't it be easier if I just made the sky rain fire or acid? We could flush him out and end The Hunt before it even got off the ground and then just collect whatever's left for the bounty." Henry let out a good natured laugh and rubbed her hooded head. "Ahhhh my dear precious Noelani I love how ambitious you are. But now is not quite the right time for such a display of power." He let go and crouched down in front of her. "Besides the show hasn't even begun yet! Why end the fun before it even has a chance to begin? No, no, not this time. We're going to sit back and enjoy the show. The sheer utter fallout of this performance is going to light the whole world on fire!" He exclaimed while standing up and raising his arms. "Let the performance begin! Let the greedy killers throw themselves into the meat grinder for a chance at fortunes! Let the monsters rampage! Let the High Table show their hand! For what are fools for but entertainment?!" Noelani beamed. "The world is a stage, Henry!" "And the stage is a world of entertainment my child. You're getting it. Trust me. Your day will come. One day. Then we'll rain hellfire down on the Earth below but until then continue performing and honing your talents dear. Understood?" "You got it!" She ran back to the others laughing. Henry chuckled as he watched the children continue to gather around and excitedly talking about the upcoming Blood Hunt before he turned his attention up to a noisy intruder bleating and pinballing his air vents until he reached a grate and squeezed through the bars and looked around, spotted Henry and stretched out his torso to absurd lengths over to Henry, wrapped around him and reached up to him as the rest of his body slipped out of the air vent and his torso came back together as he reformed. Henry just smiled at the floating fluttering Toon Demon in front of him. "Raamsey my good man! What brings you here?" "Baa-aa-aa-aaa! Greetings Henry! Laa-aa-aa-dy Priscilla sends her regardes!" Raamsey Baaartholemew greeted him. Before Henry could respond to Ramsey's greeting, he heard a familiar patter of paws rushing towards the duo, he glanced down and a cat whose fur is the color of crimson stopped next to it's Maester and glanced its eyes up at Ramsey. "Just in time Chesire. I believe you're already acquainted with one of Madame Priscilla's accomplices."  "Quite" Chesire commented, it sniffed up at Ramsey then relaxed its position. "I take it everything has been in place" "That is has my, friend. If everything is aligned as expected we should be in for quite a chaotic event!" "Ah yes. The sort that will be remembered for a lifetime, wouldn't you agree" Chesire asked Ramsey |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on May 7, 2023 3:05:34 GMT
The conversation between the Death Sisters and Swan continued in the warehouse until they came to an understanding and the sisters took his hand and teleported to the Death Sisters Clock Tower. In other words she was putting her sister somewhere safe where she could monitor the situation and Swan and Death could load up on the big guns which would give Swan some hands-on experience working with her, seeing the serious threats of the world in person and handling the bigger weapons she'd acquired which would be passed down to Henry. Information like that could be extremely useful. He'd have to see how the rest of this game would play out before he would make any further moves but if this went down the way he expected it would then Death Dealer would end up back in his hands soon. As he continued observing the situation a young girl in a bright yellow hooded raincoat walked up to him and rocked on her feet as she waited to be called upon. Henry continued observing for a little longer before he turned around to point at her. "Is there something on your mind, Noelani?" He asked. Noelani (Hawaiian for heavenly mist) stopped rocking and raised her hand up. "Ummm, Henry? I was wondering...wouldn't it be easier if I just made the sky rain fire or acid? We could flush him out and end The Hunt before it even got off the ground and then just collect whatever's left for the bounty." Henry let out a good natured laugh and rubbed her hooded head. "Ahhhh my dear precious Noelani I love how ambitious you are. But now is not quite the right time for such a display of power." He let go and crouched down in front of her. "Besides the show hasn't even begun yet! Why end the fun before it even has a chance to begin? No, no, not this time. We're going to sit back and enjoy the show. The sheer utter fallout of this performance is going to light the whole world on fire!" He exclaimed while standing up and raising his arms. "Let the performance begin! Let the greedy killers throw themselves into the meat grinder for a chance at fortunes! Let the monsters rampage! Let the High Table show their hand! For what are fools for but entertainment?!" Noelani beamed. "The world is a stage, Henry!" "And the stage is a world of entertainment my child. You're getting it. Trust me. Your day will come. One day. Then we'll rain hellfire down on the Earth below but until then continue performing and honing your talents dear. Understood?" "You got it!" She ran back to the others laughing. Henry chuckled as he watched the children continue to gather around and excitedly talking about the upcoming Blood Hunt before he turned his attention up to a noisy intruder bleating and pinballing his air vents until he reached a grate and squeezed through the bars and looked around, spotted Henry and stretched out his torso to absurd lengths over to Henry, wrapped around him and reached up to him as the rest of his body slipped out of the air vent and his torso came back together as he reformed. Henry just smiled at the floating fluttering Toon Demon in front of him. "Raamsey my good man! What brings you here?" "Baa-aa-aa-aaa! Greetings Henry! Laa-aa-aa-dy Priscilla sends her regards!" Raamsey Baaartholemew greeted him. Before Henry could respond to Ramsey's greeting, he heard a familiar patter of paws rushing towards the duo, he glanced down and a cat whose fur is the color of crimson stopped next to it's Maester and glanced its eyes up at Ramsey. "Just in time Chesire. I believe you're already acquainted with one of Madame Priscilla's accomplices." "Quite" Chesire commented, it sniffed up at Ramsey then relaxed its position. "I take it everything has been in place" "That is has my, friend. If everything is aligned as expected we should be in for quite a chaotic event!" "Ah yes. The sort that will be remembered for a lifetime, wouldn't you agree" Chesire asked Ramsey "Why hello o-o-ol-d friend! Who's a goo-oo-ood kitty?" Raamsey asked Cheshire. "I am well aware of the fact that I am in fact a good kitty, the best on Earth, but let us focus." "Yes o-o-o-of course! Everything has been set up. This is going to be the be-e-e-eeeest Blood Hunt in history! A true bloo-oo-oo-d bath for the ages!" Raamsey declared. "The fallout though is going to be even mo-o-o-ooore insane. Even we haven't been able to preii-ii-ii-ct what's going to happen!" "I'm sure you'll be able to come to a similar consensus as we have. Priscilla has her doll network arranged in place already right?" "Of course! Lady Priscilla ha-a-a-as already arranged her friends throughout the city and bey-o-o-o-ond!" "Beyond you say? Talk about forward thinking. I'm impressed." Henry complimented. "And any doll or toy that catches them in its field of vision could send that sight back to Priscilla. Between this and my Insect Boy and additional eyes around the city we'll be able to keep a close eye on them." He looked back down at Cheshire. "Am I correct that your own friends are looking out for them as well?" "I've been watching this play unfold before the Blood Hunt even began." Cheshire bragged. |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on May 12, 2023 1:07:07 GMT
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on May 15, 2023 21:03:09 GMT
Before Henry could respond to Ramsey's greeting, he heard a familiar patter of paws rushing towards the duo, he glanced down and a cat whose fur is the color of crimson stopped next to it's Maester and glanced its eyes up at Ramsey. "Just in time Chesire. I believe you're already acquainted with one of Madame Priscilla's accomplices." "Quite" Chesire commented, it sniffed up at Ramsey then relaxed its position. "I take it everything has been in place" "That is has my, friend. If everything is aligned as expected we should be in for quite a chaotic event!" "Ah yes. The sort that will be remembered for a lifetime, wouldn't you agree" Chesire asked Ramsey "Why hello o-o-ol-d friend! Who's a goo-oo-ood kitty?" Raamsey asked Cheshire. "I am well aware of the fact that I am in fact a good kitty, the best on Earth, but let us focus." "Yes o-o-o-of course! Everything has been set up. This is going to be the be-e-e-eeeest Blood Hunt in history! A true bloo-oo-oo-d bath for the ages!" Raamsey declared. "The fallout though is going to be even mo-o-o-ooore insane. Even we haven't been able to preii-ii-ii-ct what's going to happen!" "I'm sure you'll be able to come to a similar consensus as we have. Priscilla has her doll network arranged in place already right?" "Of course! Lady Priscilla ha-a-a-as already arranged her friends throughout the city and bey-o-o-o-ond!" "Beyond you say? Talk about forward thinking. I'm impressed." Henry complimented. "And any doll or toy that catches them in its field of vision could send that sight back to Priscilla. Between this and my Insect Boy and additional eyes around the city we'll be able to keep a close eye on them." He looked back down at Cheshire. "Am I correct that your own friends are looking out for them as well?" "I've been watching this play unfold before the Blood Hunt even began." Cheshire bragged. "Now Cheshire, nobody likes a braggart. Yet still, it's a shame you're not throwing your hat into this hunt. It would be amusing for the killers to see a legend at work"Raamsay complimented. Cheshire made a snorting sound before Henry let it climb up and perched on his shoulder. "As fun as it would be for me to see if the Little Bloodling can live up to her father's potential the methods that caused this whole event to happen I find rather troublesome and not worth my time. Besides seeing Okami's work is a better form of entertainment." "Plus there's always the Wild Hunt and The Yuel Season if you want to get your rocks off" Henry reached up and scratched Cheshire's chin, the cat closed its eyes and made a small purring sound. "Mmm yes. Still, I shall be keeping Lady D's little friend company." (Referring to Death Dealer's little sister Yelena) Raamsay paused when Cheshire mentioned Okami. "Do you think the Dhampir would stand a chance?" "If the Little Bloodling is anything like her father, she will find a way to live through this" Chesire assured. |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on May 16, 2023 0:23:27 GMT
"Why hello o-o-ol-d friend! Who's a goo-oo-ood kitty?" Raamsey asked Cheshire. "I am well aware of the fact that I am in fact a good kitty, the best on Earth, but let us focus." "Yes o-o-o-of course! Everything has been set up. This is going to be the be-e-e-eeeest Blood Hunt in history! A true bloo-oo-oo-d bath for the ages!" Raamsey declared. "The fallout though is going to be even mo-o-o-ooore insane. Even we haven't been able to preii-ii-ii-ct what's going to happen!" "I'm sure you'll be able to come to a similar consensus as we have. Priscilla has her doll network arranged in place already right?" "Of course! Lady Priscilla ha-a-a-as already arranged her friends throughout the city and bey-o-o-o-ond!" "Beyond you say? Talk about forward thinking. I'm impressed." Henry complimented. "And any doll or toy that catches them in its field of vision could send that sight back to Priscilla. Between this and my Insect Boy and additional eyes around the city we'll be able to keep a close eye on them." He looked back down at Cheshire. "Am I correct that your own friends are looking out for them as well?" "I've been watching this play unfold before the Blood Hunt even began." Cheshire bragged. "Now Cheshire, nobody likes a braggart. Yet still, it's a shame you're not throwing your hat into this hunt. It would be amusing for the killers to see a legend at work"Raamsay complimented. Cheshire made a snorting sound before Henry let it climb up and perched on his shoulder. "As fun as it would be for me to see if the Little Bloodling can live up to her father's potential the methods that caused this whole event to happen I find rather troublesome and not worth my time. Besides seeing Okami's work is a better form of entertainment." "Plus there's always the Wild Hunt and The Yuel Season if you want to get your rocks off" Henry reached up and scratched Cheshire's chin, the cat closed its eyes and made a small purring sound. "Mmm yes. Still, I shall be keeping Lady D's little friend company." (Referring to Death Dealer's little sister Yelena) Raamsay paused when Cheshire mentioned Okami. "Do you think the Dhampir would stand a chance?" "If the Little Bloodling is anything like her father, she will find a way to live through this" Chesire assured. Weee-eee-eee-eelllll theeeeennn! How about we make things....iiiintereessting?" Raamsey asked and reached behind himself and brought his arm back around to reveal a comically oversized Toon Briefcase he pulled out of Hammerspace. The phenomenon of a character producing plot-dependent items seemingly out of thin air dates back to the beginning of animated shorts during The Golden Age of American animation. Warner Bros. Cartoon characters are particularly well known for often pulling all sorts of things—hammers, guns, disguises, matches, bombs, anvils, mallets—from behind their backs or just off-screen. He placed it on the ground and opened it up to reveal...a giant bright red button and a radar showcasing various unknown target points. "WHOOP! WRONG ONE!" He quickly shut it and put it away. "Juuu-uuu-uuusst forget you saw that." " No." Henry and Cheshire agreed in unison. He reached back again and this time he pulled out a different bright gold briefcase with big red googly eyes on it and a giant dollar bill sign. "Ahhh this is the right one!" He set it down and popped it open to reveal an outrageous amount of money. "ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-SIX BIG ONES SAYS SHE LIVES! Who wants to place a bet?" Henry inspected the money and ran his thumb across it. Despite the absurdity of the Cartoon Briefcase the money inside of it was real. |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on May 16, 2023 0:39:09 GMT
"Now Cheshire, nobody likes a braggart. Yet still, it's a shame you're not throwing your hat into this hunt. It would be amusing for the killers to see a legend at work"Raamsay complimented. Cheshire made a snorting sound before Henry let it climb up and perched on his shoulder. "As fun as it would be for me to see if the Little Bloodling can live up to her father's potential the methods that caused this whole event to happen I find rather troublesome and not worth my time. Besides seeing Okami's work is a better form of entertainment." "Plus there's always the Wild Hunt and The Yuel Season if you want to get your rocks off" Henry reached up and scratched Cheshire's chin, the cat closed its eyes and made a small purring sound. "Mmm yes. Still, I shall be keeping Lady D's little friend company." (Referring to Death Dealer's little sister Yelena) Raamsay paused when Cheshire mentioned Okami. "Do you think the Dhampir would stand a chance?" "If the Little Bloodling is anything like her father, she will find a way to live through this" Chesire assured. Weee-eee-eee-eelllll theeeeennn! How about we make things....iiiintereessting?" Raamsey asked and reached behind himself and brought his arm back around to reveal a comically oversized Toon Briefcase he pulled out of Hammerspace. The phenomenon of a character producing plot-dependent items seemingly out of thin air dates back to the beginning of animated shorts during The Golden Age of American animation. Warner Bros. Cartoon characters are particularly well known for often pulling all sorts of things—hammers, guns, disguises, matches, bombs, anvils, mallets—from behind their backs or just off-screen. He placed it on the ground and opened it up to reveal...a giant bright red button and a radar showcasing various unknown target points. "WHOOP! WRONG ONE!" He quickly shut it and put it away. "Juuu-uuu-uuusst forget you saw that." " No." Henry and Cheshire agreed in unison. He reached back again and this time he pulled out a different bright gold briefcase with big red googly eyes on it and a giant dollar bill sign. "Ahhh this is the right one!" He set it down and popped it open to reveal an outrageous amount of money. "ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-SIX BIG ONES SAYS SHE LIVES! Who wants to place a bet?" Henry inspected the money and ran his thumb across it. Despite the absurdity of the Cartoon Briefcase the money inside of it was real. Cheshire snorted and shook its head, it leaped from Henry's shoulder and lands on its feet gracefully. "You two have fun with that, I'm going to check on someone." It walked toward the mirror that Henry was facing a while ago. It stopped once it picked up a metallic scent."The Little Mouse still on time out" Henry nods while counting the money. "Ah. Give her a couple of minutes then." Cheshire raises its paw and placed it on the glass. It wasn't long till it eventually went into the mirror" |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on May 16, 2023 1:39:32 GMT
Weee-eee-eee-eelllll theeeeennn! How about we make things....iiiintereessting?" Raamsey asked and reached behind himself and brought his arm back around to reveal a comically oversized Toon Briefcase he pulled out of Hammerspace. The phenomenon of a character producing plot-dependent items seemingly out of thin air dates back to the beginning of animated shorts during The Golden Age of American animation. Warner Bros. Cartoon characters are particularly well known for often pulling all sorts of things—hammers, guns, disguises, matches, bombs, anvils, mallets—from behind their backs or just off-screen. He placed it on the ground and opened it up to reveal...a giant bright red button and a radar showcasing various unknown target points. "WHOOP! WRONG ONE!" He quickly shut it and put it away. "Juuu-uuu-uuusst forget you saw that." " No." Henry and Cheshire agreed in unison. He reached back again and this time he pulled out a different bright gold briefcase with big red googly eyes on it and a giant dollar bill sign. "Ahhh this is the right one!" He set it down and popped it open to reveal an outrageous amount of money. "ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-SIX BIG ONES SAYS SHE LIVES! Who wants to place a bet?" Henry inspected the money and ran his thumb across it. Despite the absurdity of the Cartoon Briefcase the money inside of it was real. Cheshire snorted and shook its head, it leaped from Henry's shoulder and lands on its feet gracefully. "You two have fun with that, I'm going to check on someone." It walked toward the mirror that Henry was facing a while ago. It stopped once it picked up a metallic scent."The Little Mouse still on time out" Henry nods while counting the money. "Ah. Give her a couple of minutes then." Cheshire raises its paw and placed it on the glass. It wasn't long till it eventually went into the mirror" Raamsey stretched his neck over to the mirror and looked it up and down. "Is that safe?" "Not for normal beings but Cheshire should be able to handle it. Mary and Candyman will be happy for the company anyway." "Then I wish them the best!" Raamsey declared and snapped his head back to continue talking with Henry. - Meanwhile! Cheshire passed through the mirror, landed within the mirror world and shook off and sniffed the air to locate the latest Wendy within the mirror world. "Ahhh there you are." Cheshire purred and catwalked towards the scent of the girl. The poor girl's sobbing and the soft quiet sinister songs of Mary guiding the way. Cheshire also took notice of the distinct buzzing of the bees quietly echoing through the air. "My, my, oh so many celebrities today. It's tough being popular." Cheshire purred. Wendy sobbed quietly as she rested in Mary's arms. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please let me out. I'll be good. I promise!" |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on May 16, 2023 15:46:47 GMT
Cheshire snorted and shook its head, it leaped from Henry's shoulder and lands on its feet gracefully. "You two have fun with that, I'm going to check on someone." It walked toward the mirror that Henry was facing a while ago. It stopped once it picked up a metallic scent."The Little Mouse still on time out" Henry nods while counting the money. "Ah. Give her a couple of minutes then." Cheshire raises its paw and placed it on the glass. It wasn't long till it eventually went into the mirror" Raamsey stretched his neck over to the mirror and looked it up and down. "Is that safe?" "Not for normal beings but Cheshire should be able to handle it. Mary and Candyman will be happy for the company anyway." "Then I wish them the best!" Raamsey declared and snapped his head back to continue talking with Henry. - Meanwhile! Cheshire passed through the mirror, landed within the mirror world and shook off and sniffed the air to locate the latest Wendy within the mirror world. "Ahhh there you are." Cheshire purred and catwalked towards the scent of the girl. The poor girl's sobbing and the soft quiet sinister songs of Mary guiding the way. Cheshire also took notice of the distinct buzzing of the bees quietly echoing through the air. "My, my, oh so many celebrities today. It's tough being popular." Cheshire purred. Wendy sobbed quietly as she rested in Mary's arms. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please let me out. I'll be good. I promise!" Mary sensed the presence of the feline near, she smiled at the kitty wickedly. "Hello to you too, I've come here to pick up the child" Mary frowned in disappointment then clutched the girl in an possessive embrace. Cheshire approached Mary till it's a few feet close to her, "Little Mouse isn't the one Mary. I understand your need, I do, but she's not the one. It will happen in due time but not tonight" Mary studied Cheshire cautiously. Wendy on the other hand didn't say anything but froze in silence while in Mary's arms. "I have never gone back on my word, Mary. You're aware of that" Cheshire assured Mary leaned down and placed her blood covered forehead on the top of Wendy's head, she puts Wendy down and stroke's the girl's hair affectionately before she wondered off into the Mirror Realm. |
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Still, very interesting. 